Golden Wok, Star City
Mia got into the restaurant’s security camera, Thanks Oracle for the backdoors, and the view of the Mayor and his date were good if unexciting. The Mayor a recently divorced man had a date with a blonde in a sort of Jessica Rabbit number. But something about it seemed off to MIA. It was like the gown went up onto her shoulders but that part was made of a clear if glossy material. The most salacious thing that had happened so far was that they talked about the City’s prospects for hosting National Soccer League team when they rebooted the idea again in a few years. Her name was Cherrie Wilson, a local salon owner. Checks on the JLA network showed she was clean, the only thing that popped up was she had been a missing person a year or two ago before lawyers from St. Joan abused women shelters filed Divorce and restraining order papers against her ex. She had given him a USB drive, but that was done so blatantly, Mia kind of suspected that it was something aside from music files like Ms. Wilson said.
*
Oliver Queen’s Loft, Star City
Oliver never had any idea about any of this… Dinah was a mad woman! Ollie was tied spread eagle to bed, her rubber thong that un-buckled on the hips was now wrapped and tied around his manhood, and Dinah was riding him cowgirl style. The muffled shriek into the rubber ball gag in her mouth marked screaming orgasm number 15 while the rubber cock ring held him back from blowing his load. Ollie watched as she dismounted him and got off the bed. She went to her bag and pulled out a pair of black nitrile gloves. She strutted back with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on her face. Dinah licked her lips. Ollie gasped slightly as her lips kissed the head of his cock, then his eye’s bulged when he felt her finger poked into his anus.
*
Stakeout of the Mayor’s house, Star City
Mia was flabbergasted, the USB had music, just like the Wilson woman said! The Mayor had come home after dropping his date off and was now in his bedroom. After he had plugged the USB into his combo radio / media player / I-crack docking station / stereo he went about getting ready for bed. He pulled off his shoes but left his shiny socks on, he undid his shirt exposing the shiny white wife-beater under it. Mia had to admit, the Mayor must have been hitting the gym pretty hard; she could make out the six-pack throw the wife-beater. Mia licked her lips subconsciously. Mia almost fell out of folding chair at the sight of the mayor’s underwear, the dropped pants revealed shiny white, skin tight Bermuda shorts that rode into his butt cheeks with a small hose mounted hand pump sticking out of his ass! Was this what the Mayor was hiding? Was he being blackmailed over this? Shit! Mia needed more information!
*
Vale Apartment, Gotham City
Barbara had to admit, Miss Vale really knew how to make her guests feel good! Vicki had Babs gasping and moaning moments after coming in, and after a latex clad dinner, they proceeded to eat each other out for dessert. It was a shame that the clock struck midnight, they had to be going, they needed to get ready in the morning, and Barbara had extra prep-work to do if she was going to be ready to corrupt Dick tomorrow afternoon before he went out for the night!
*
Holly’s Apartment, Gotham City
Holly and Karon both cuddled with Selina’s restrained and rubber clad form. They had put on their own reprograming hoods before passing out. All night, The Rubber Queen’s honey voice commanded them to enjoy their fetish, to enjoy corrupting and enthralling other minions for the Queen’s perverse kingdom and to indulge in their sappharic relations, to include more women and to have threesomes with men too as the need arose. While Selina had no idea the Queen’s messages and mind warping gas was being feed into her, the kittens knowingly and willing subjected themselves again to the Queen’s brainwashing.
*
Wayne Manor, Gotham City
Tim made his way to the guest room Bruce had assigned to “his cousin Kari”.
“You’re back?” The Rubber Queen said as she opened her door, “How was your ‘study time with Steph’? Was it productive?”
“Yes,” Tim bowed his head, “I am sure you will be thankful for the presents we got you while we were out.”
“Get some sleep you have school tomorrow,” the Rubber Queen ordered.
Both the Queen and Tim knew they could not risk speaking in the open lest Bruce’s security measures caught them. And they knew they couldn’t indulge in a little fetish play either.
*
Office of Col. Steve Treavor, Agency Headquarters, Harford CT.
Diana was ten minutes early, James was five after stopping by his desk to get the information from his supervisor. The last to show up was Mary O’day right at eight am.
“All right,” Steve smiled to his subordinates, “Here is the problem, somehow a group has been getting inside our satellite collection on the drug cartels at one of our Caribbean ground stations, Agent Prince will be the lead, and follow her orders. Wilcox, your job is to provide more information of the cartels as Prince and O’Day turn up information. O’day, your job is to figure out the electronic intrusion and turn it over to Prince and Wilcox. Unless you find something one thousand percent actionable and involving less people than in your team, report back to me and do not engage!”
“Cover?” Diana asked.
“No cover,” Steve shrugged, “We send people there all the time without telling them when or why. Your Id’s should be enough to get you in. Jane is working up the flights and budget on the Travel system, see her this afternoon. I want you ready to go 1st thing in the morning!”
Steve turned as left the conference room part of his office. Diana and James looked over Marry O’Day, Slightly chubby, red hair, Jesus Fish and American Flag pin on the blazer of her tan long skirt suit. Diana looked at James in the gray and black suit and thought of the black latex tank suit under it. Diana then went to talk to Steve.
“What gives?” Diana asked, “What’s the real mission?”
Steve tapped the white noise generator on his desk before whispering to Diana.
“I think Wilcox is feeding some of the less ethical of your friend,” Steve said, “He isn’t dirty per say, but a number of the organizations he has been investigating have suffered mysterious manpower depletion. Not the kind that we see after the outstanding cops with capes go in on an operation. The kind we see after the renegade kids go wild.”
“You think he is feeding the Vampire of Gotham’s bastard son targets?” Diana asked.
“Not that one exactly,” Steve shrugged, “I just want to make sure he won’t endanger our people. O’day on the other hand… Feel free to lose her in a rather thick swamp.”
“What’s wrong with her?” Diana asked.
“She has been using company resources to conduct a cyber crusade with the cyber-jihadists and is starting to get reckless,” Steve scratched his head, “Sooner or later it will come back to bite us in the butt. If we try to cut her loose she is going to raise a stink about the termination being sexist, religiously and whatever else she can get people pissed at us.”
“OK.”
*
The Apartment of one Jason Acertijo, Gotham City
The 9 am knocking was unusual. The hand over the peephole wasn’t, the meowing was.
“Lina,” the resident said as he let in his guest.
“Spanish for Puzzle isn’t that great of alias Eddy,” Selina pranced around the kitchen.
Eddy looked her up and down, cross trainers, purple rubber leggings and a cheetah print mini-dress. Selina looked him over as well, green pajama pants and tee-shirt with a screen print of a crossword puzzle.
“Eddy! Are you getting even weirder on me?” Selina held up a gasmask on the counter.
“Crane is out,” Edward Nigma tried to grab the gasmask from the cat burglar, “If you were smart you would make sure you are never more than an arm’s length from one too! I don’t need anymore shit over them, I got enough when I buy a lot.”
“How so?” Selina asked.
“The only place that sells them up to spec in Gotham is a store that caters to men who enjoy men wearing even tighter versions of your outfits!” Nigma managed to grab the mask, “It’s bad enough the shop staff think I am in the closet and quote, cute little gasmask boy, end quote.”
“Eddy, why didn’t you go see Holly?” Selina waited to tell Nigma about Crane, “She runs the fetish shop that caters to straight and lesbian couples. I know because it is the only shell company of mine that actually turns its own profits!”
“I started there,” Nigma sighed, “they don’t have any.”
“I’ll get some nice ones made, with a zip hood in bright green,” Selina giggled, “then you will be a really hot little boy!”
“Lina!”
“Relax, and you can relax about the gas masks. Crane got picked up a few days ago,” Selina chuckled.
“He wasn’t admitted to Arkham!”
“Nope, protective custody with the GCPD,” Selina was almost at a joker laugh now, “turns out some Bat-imposter types tried to kill him so he ended up hiding in my safe house until the cops took him to PD headquarters to make a statement.”
“When was this?” Eddy shouted.
“His first night out!” Selina tried to calm herself.
“His first night… that was days ago! I have been freaking out about the next time Crane decides to gas the city for days!”
Selina started laughing again.
*
Helena’s Classroom, Gotham
Helena felt so much calmer, so much better, the rubber panties with its special friends promised to make the day delightful. All the other teachers were complimented her, the effects of the latex corset improved her figure too. She had worn a so-called “Stern Teacher” outfit before, it’s starched white blouse and long pencil skirt, and heeled boots were meant to command attention, but with her latex undergarments today it was working so much better, her students seemed to be enthralled so far. Only 9:30 in the morning and not one of them dared to give her any trouble!