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“Barbara told me to give you this,” said Supergirl as she handed Ms. Marvelous the gift-wrapped box.
Ms. Marvelous licked her lips as she untied the bow and tore off the wrapping paper. Flipping open the metal latch of the box, she pulled out a vial with some white substance inside.
“What is it?” asked Supergirl.
“Just a little supplement for our performance tonight.” Ms. Marvelous opened her locker and placed the vial beside a plastic bottle lying on top of her civilian clothes. Closing the locker, she gestured towards the stage. “Shall we?”
Over the next two hours, Ms. Marvelous worked the awkward and shy Supergirl into shape. Despite no experience, it did not take long for Supergirl to pick things up. Ms. Marvelous was an excellent teacher and Supergirl was a willing student. Over the course of her rehearsals, Supergirl’s anxiety over having to perform in such a unique and unfamiliar manner dissipated. Ms. Marvelous reminded her repeatedly of the artistry and athleticism required of a professional stripper. Supergirl’s performance would not be some lewd act; it would be a highly skilled spectacle. Nonetheless, Supergirl felt she would rather go up against any supervillain than go up on the strippers’ stage. At least in fighting a supervillain she was in her element. But by the time the crowd of Gotham’s wealthiest gathered outside the club, Ms. Marvelous felt confident the Girl of Steel was adequately prepared for the night’s routines.
At Supergirl’s insistence, the crowd was made to hand over their smartphones: the bouncers placed them in Yondr pouches and stored them in the cloakroom along with the clientele’s coats—no one would be allowed to record the night’s performance. In return, Supergirl acquiesced to both a series of individual performances and a dual performance with Ms. Marvelous. She also agreed to walk through the crowd one time, allowing the patrons to tip her with the understanding that half the tips would go towards the Superheroine Movement fund.
Backstage, Ms. Marvelous went over the night’s program with Supergirl one last time. Once she was satisfied Supergirl was primed for her performance, she went to her locker and retrieved a small plastic bottle. She popped open the top and squeezed a blob of glittering gel into her hand.
“I need to rub this on you before you head to the stage.” Ms. Marvelous winked at Supergirl. “This glitter will add a little extra luster and ecstasy to your performance.”
Ms. Marvelous smeared the glitter gel all over the parts of Supergirl’s body not covered by the bright blue unisuit. Supergirl felt self-conscious as Ms. Marvelous’s hands moved over her, but the sensation was abruptly replaced by an unanticipated feeling of excitement and arousal.
Supergirl glanced up at the clock.
It was time.
“Don’t worry about the crowd,” said Lexxie as she tried to calm the Girl of Steel. “The stage lights will be on—you won’t see anyone in the club. Just focus on your performance and let yourself go.”
Lexxie handed Supergirl a shot glass. “Here, this will help calm your nerves.”
“Thanks.”
Supergirl threw back the drink. She was not one to drink, but the intensity of the moment was leading to some aberrant behavior by the Girl of Steel. Had she been more self-aware, she might have noticed her drink had something more than mere alcohol in it.
On the other side of the curtains the DJ’s voice boomed: “And now…the moment you’ve all been waiting for…”
Ms. Marvelous squeezed Supergirl’s hand. “You’ve got this Supergirl! Just go out there and have fun!”
“Superheroine Headquarters is proud to present…” the DJ paused for dramatic effect, allowing the anticipation to build. Supergirl felt her throat drying up. She stood up and slowly moved towards the curtains. Apprehension, arousal and excitement coursed through Supergirl. Her every nerve was on edge. She really was going through with this! She squeezed the rod beside the stairs leading to the top of the stage, rending the metal in her hands.
The moment had come.
Beams of light shone from the small gap between the bottom of the curtains and the elegant wooden stage. Supergirl mounted the stairs and stood in the middle of the darkened stage as the DJ’s voice continued to build the anticipation.
“…in her first ever performance, please welcome…”
The curtains suddenly pulled back and a spotlight was directed down on Supergirl.
“…the Princess of Power, the Maiden of Might, the Girl of Steel…Supergirl!”
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A song in the background blasted from the speakers. Supergirl felt for the rhythm of the tune as she began her strut towards the pole in the middle of the stage.
‘Seriously?! This is so cliche!’ She thought to herself as Krystal Harris’ song “Super Girl” blasted from the DJ booth.
Undaunted by the DJ’s trite choice of her opening song, Supergirl began her performance on the pole. Despite having fought super-powered villains, being on the Superheroine Headquarters’ stage was intensely stressful for the young superheroine. Even with the lights blocking any direct view of the crowd, she sensed eyes—hundreds of eyes—staring in lascivious fascination as she moved about the stage.
Her opening performance was a blur. Somehow she managed to pull off a fairly entertaining—if not exactly sexual—opening act. But the lack of sexuality was more than offset by the fact that this was indeed Supergirl—the one and only Girl of Steel—performing on stage at a strip club! When she finished her opening sequence, there was no need for the DJ to request applause for the performance; the place erupted, giving Supergirl a standing ovation.
Supergirl suddenly felt emboldened by her reception. The crowd’s enthusiasm fed her ego. Up until this moment, Supergirl had been self-conscious and nervous. Now Supergirl was conscious of how amazing she looked: the light glinting off the glitter covering her sexy body, her hair in curls falling about her gorgeous face, the skintight blue fabric of her unisuit hugging her curvaceous body, the red miniskirt swaying to the rhythm of her hips—she was everyone’s fantasy come-to-life and she knew it!
As Supergirl moved through her second and third routine, an urge began to rise from deep within. Her ego had been smashed by Batgirl: between her physical and sexual beating at Batgirl’s apartment to her complete and utter humiliation at Peter’s place, Supergirl needed her ego stroked. And the crowd’s unbridled frenzy for Supergirl was intoxicating!
‘Now to really show them something!’
With the third routine over, Supergirl strolled to the front of the stage and slowly unbuckled her belt. The sound that came from the overpacked club’s enthusiastic crowd was a tangible force, and Supergirl loved it. Without thinking, she let her miniskirt drop to the stage floor. Turning around, she bent over at the waist to pick up her garment. The thin blue strip of her unisuit “covering” her backside wedged itself deeply between her two firm ass cheeks.
Standing back up, she coyly looked over her shoulder at the crowd. Then, twirling the miniskirt in the air, she tossed it out to the crowd.
Security had to break up the skirmish over Supergirl’s skirt. The crowd was feeding off of Supergirl’s energy as she was feeding off of their intensity. They wanted more. Anything more. And the Girl of Steel would give them more.
The fourth routine was by far the most exciting for the crowd. Supergirl worked the pole, thrusting her hips against it, pressing the bar firmly against her crotch. She twirled her body up and down the pole, floating gracefully in the air as she tantalized the crowd. At one point she spun slowly and seductively around the pole in an ascension to ceiling, then just as slowly she twirled her body back down to the floor.
The performance left no doubt in the crowd that they were truly watching the one and only Girl of Steel performing.
Supergirl had not planned on revealing herself as the actual superheroine. Had she avoided using any of her powers there would still be plausible deniability, regardless of what any flyer claimed. But the enthusiasm of the crowd had overwhelmed her. Between her ego and her stage fright, she felt compelled to put on a show. Beneath her amazing powers, her many accomplishments and her sexy Supergirl costume was a young woman with a lust for adulation.
The superheroine had become so enraptured by the crowd’s reaction to her that she almost forget to come off the stage for her break. The DJ had to helpfully remind Supergirl to take a breather and allow the other performers time on the stage.
As Supergirl made her way back to the locker room, Ms. Marvelous came bounding up beside her. “So how was it?!” she asked eagerly. She had watched Supergirl’s performance from behind the stage in the same captivated fascination as the rest of the crowd.
“Oh my god! It was amazing!” Supergirl blurted out.
The transition from anxious stage fright to enthusiastic participation made the experience even more exciting for the Girl of Steel.
Supergirl’s passion surprised Ms. Marvelous. Just eight hours earlier, she had been working with a shy and embarrassed superheroine who was much more awkward than sexy. But now, standing before her glistening in sweat and glitter, Supergirl was a shimmering vision to behold.
“The crowd loves you!”
Supergirl smiled in genuine delight at the confirmation of her success as she looked at herself in the large mirror beside the locker room’s entryway. The light layer of sweat added to the glistening effect of the glitter covering the exposed parts of her body. She looked incredible.
Ms. Marvelous bit her lip as she stood behind the Girl of Steel and looked over the superheroine’s luscious body. “Ready for our dual performance?”
“Absolutely!” Supergirl was positively radiating with energy.
Sensing Supergirl’s enthusiasm, Ms. Marvelous decided to take a risk. “When we’re on stage, just let yourself go and follow my lead.”
She took Supergirl’s hand in hers as the DJ’s voice boomed from the speakers calling the two of them onto the stage. “And babe, feel free to do whatever you want with me. I have no restrictions for you Supergirl.”
The duo’s performance was one the clientele of the club would not soon forget. The two were in sync from the moment they walked on stage to AC/DC’s “Shook Me All Night Long”. Moving in rhythm to the music, at times gently caressing each other and at times forcibly grinding against one another, Supergirl and Ms. Marvelous worked each other over to the thrill of the adoring crowd.
And just as the performance seemed to reach its climax, the Gold Avenger walked onto the stage to Motley Crue’s “Girls, Girls Girls”. The unbridled enthusiasm of the crowd was intoxicating for Supergirl. As Ms. Marvelous seductively rubbed and fondled the Girl of Steel’s breasts, abs and thighs, the Gold Avenger sensuously stroked and caressed Supergirl’s shoulders, hips and ass. Throughout the rubbing and fondling, Ms. Marvelous made sure to tug and pull on Supergirl’s unisuit to flash the crowd a few glimpses of the Girl of Steel’s stunning breasts while the Gold Avenger made sure to yank the bottom of Supergirl’s unisuit tightly up the superheroine’s ass to give the crowd a good look at the Maid of Might’s curvaceous backside.
As she moved in rhythm to the hands moving all over her, Supergirl felt her body tingling with sexual desires. She had an impetuous urge to lean forward and kiss Ms. Marvelous. And she would have done so if she had not been distracted by Ms. Marvelous’s hand moving between her thighs and gently rubbing against the tight fabric covering her womanhood. Her powerful urge to kiss was supplanted by an overwhelming compulsion to cum. Supergirl closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and moved her hips in concert with Ms. Marvelous’s caressing fingers.
The Exxxtasy had served the Gold Avenger’s purpose. With Supergirl under the drug’s influence, she was oblivious to the Gold Avenger’s true identity. In fact, she did not care. Supergirl wanted the fantasy of being sexed up by two superheroines, not the reality of being fondled and fingered by two strippers wearing costumes.
The finale involved a two-on-one submissive routine. Supergirl allowed Ms. Marvelous and the Gold Avenger to dominate her. At one point, Supergirl was made to crawl on all fours across the edge of the stage, pausing at times to allow the patrons to stuff bills inside her unisuit. Rough hands grabbed and squeezed Supergirl’s tits and ass as they slipped bills beneath her skintight uniform.
The sequence would have intensely bothered Supergirl had the Gold Avenger not been stroking the thin blue fabric stretched tight over Supergirl’s pussy as she posed on all fours at the front of the stage. Supergirl was more intent on extending the sweet sensual moments before climax than not letting herself be fondled by strangers. In fact, the patrons’ grabbing and squeezing helped temporarily keep her orgasm at bay.
But Supergirl would inevitably climax. And she did so in glorious fashion. As the last song of the night began pounding from the large speakers, the Gold Avenger grabbed Supergirl by the top of her uniform and lifted her to her feet. Then she moved behind the superheroine, intertwining her arms with the Girl of Steel’s. Ms. Marvelous stood beside Supergirl and called out to the crowd: “Shall we give our Princess of Power a proper Superheroine HQ welcome and make sure she cums well?”
The crowd roared in approval.
Ms. Marvelous turned to Supergirl. “The crowd has spoken Supergirl,” she announced loudly before moving her hands along Supergirl’s thighs. The Exxxtasy Ms. Marvelous had placed in Supergirl’s drink had already rendered the Girl of Steel into a willing collaborator, but now the Exxxtasy mixed into the glitter gel had aroused an implacable lust within the superheroine. As Ms. Marvelous watched in excited fascination, Supergirl seductively licked her lips and eyed Ms. Marvelous flirtatiously as she slowly lowered herself onto Ms. Marvelous’ awaiting hands.
“Are you ready for this?” Ms. Marvelous murmured.
Supergirl nodded, tantalized by the way the two sexy superheroines were playing with her body.
Despite her extensive experience stripping with gorgeous women, seeing the one and only Supergirl asking to be sexually seduced was breathtaking. The Girl of Steel was practically exhorting Ms. Marvelous to slip a finger beneath the thin blue fabric covering her womanhood!
Lexxie focused on staying in character as her fingers explored Supergirl’s erogenous zone. In order to maintain the suspension of disbelief and indulge in this incredible sexual fantasy—all the while exuding her Ms. Marvelous personal—Lexxie forcibly convinced herself she actually was Ms. Marvelous, a superheroine powerful enough to defeat and dominate the arrogant and mighty Girl of Steel.
But properly subduing Supergirl into submission was a two-superheroine job. Ms. Marvelous and the Gold Avenger, foes on stage and in the Gold Room, formed an uneasy truce in order to give Supergirl, the pretentious uppity superheroine who mocked those who would subjugate themselves to stripping for lustful losers, her proper comeuppance.
And Supergirl did cum.
As the Gold Avenger held Supergirl’s arms firmly behind her back, Ms. Marvelous fingered Supergirl’s womanhood. The crowd of onlookers gaped in fascinated appreciation as Supergirl, her luscious lips puckered in a seductive “O”, began moaning more forcefully while her body was brought closer to climax. Sensing her incipient orgasm, the crowd cheered Supergirl on, practically bringing her to climax by their collective willpower to have the Girl of Steel cum on stage for them.
“Give them what they want,” the Gold Avenger whispered into Supergirl’s ear. She released Supergirl’s arms and began massaging Supergirl’s breasts. As Ms. Marvelous’s fingers slipped inside Supergirl’s pussy, the Gold Avenger’s hands tickled the superheroine’s hardening nipples and squeezed her voluptuous tits. The Girl of Steel’s legs wobbled and she leaned back on the Gold Avenger.
“Do what you want with me,” Supergirl panted.
Hearing Supergirl’s words tantalized the two superheroine strippers. There was always the question of whether or not they would succeed in bringing the Girl of Steel to climax.
“She’s getting wet,” Ms. Marvelous whispered to the Gold Avenger. “Let’s get her soaking wet.”
Being double-teamed by two gorgeous women expertly playing with her body in front of a huge crowd brought Supergirl to the brink.
Yet it was an abrupt and desperate urge not to cum that ironically made the Girl of Steel climax. She caught site of herself in the reflection of a mirror behind the bar, and her super-hearing honed in on the crass comments from the crowd. Supergirl’s conscience unexpectedly broke through the sexual haze engulfing her and she was abruptly fully aware of what was happening! ‘What am I doing here?! This can’t be happening!’ A sharp pang of intense shame tore through her body.
Yet the awareness of her debasement was just the sensation to drive her over the edge and reeling into the sweet ecstasy of sexual release. Even as she prepared to take flight and escape her humiliation, Ms. Marvelous’ fingers coaxed forth the sweet release Supergirl had been denying herself.
Clutching her disheveled hair, Supergirl arched her body and released a powerful moan as she orgasmed to the roaring of approval of the crowd. A visible wetness spread over the bottom of Supergirl’s unisuit as the superheroine let herself cum.
Feeling Supergirl climax and hearing the catcalls from beyond the stage made Ms. Marvelous once again aware of the crowd and her agenda. Though she would have gleefully spent the entire night satisfying every one of Supergirl’s sexual desires, there was still the matter of her fundraiser. She needed to play up to the crowd to elicit more tips before the night was over.
Slipping her fingers out from beneath Supergirl’s unisuit, Ms. Marvelous stood up again and faced the crowd. “And now…” Ms. Marvelous paused for effect, “the Girl of Steel will have revealed to you what so many have longed to see!” Ms. Marvelous grabbed the top of Supergirl’s unisuit and yanked it down forcefully.
“Our Supergirl’s magnificent tits!”
Supergirl’s sizable breasts bounced from the confining blue fabric. The crowd hooted in approval as Ms. Marvelous, playing the role of the villainess to seductive perfection, squeezed and massaged Supergirl’s tits to the crowd’s delight.
While Ms. Marvelous worked over Supergirl’s breasts, the Gold Avenger worked over Supergirl’s pussy from behind. Her gloved fingers slipped beneath the soaked blue fabric and gradually coaxed a second orgasm from the Girl of Steel. Having already cum once, it took less time for the two superheroine strippers to bring on a second climax. Ms. Marvelous had used a more concentrated dose of the Exxxtasy as she assumed Supergirl might have some immunity to the drug. And though the Kryptonian was nearly indestructible, stimulants affected her in a similar manner as they would a human. Exxxtasy was no exception.
There was, however, one significant difference in the Exxxtasy’s impact on Supergirl. Whereas the drug would extend a human’s orgasm, in the powerful but sexually repressed Kryptonian the drug brought forth more frequent orgasms. Because her immunity system was stronger than a Homo sapien’s, her body mounted a sporadic momentary response to the Exxxtasy that briefly mitigated the drug’s impact on her brain and for a split second she was lucid and self-aware. In that fleeting moment, her body’s natural response to her environment took over and the Girl of Steel orgasmed.
The concentrated dose—along with her previous exposure to the drug at Peter’s house—made Supergirl more predisposed to climaxing with each successive orgasm. It was not long before Supergirl was gasping and moaning in sexual ecstasy as she climaxed on stage once more.
No one wanted to stop Supergirl’s performance, least of all Supergirl. And the DJ was as entranced by the performance as anyone in the club. Seeing no one was making a move to bring the night to a close, he flipped a few switches and Rihanna’s “S&M” boomed from above the stage.
As Supergirl let herself cum once again under the spotlight, her temporary moment of clarity was once more enshrouded by the haze of Exxxtasy. The Exxxtasy’s chemical compound reattached itself to the neurotransmitters connecting to Supergirl’s frontal lobe, dulling activity in her frontal lobe and shutting down her logical reasoning. Consequently, the drug’s primary feature took firm hold of the Girl of Steel: yet again, Supergirl’s judgment was severely impaired and her libido was hyper-activated. Before her night at Superheroine HQ came to an end, Supergirl would indulge in several scandalous indiscretions as her insatiable lust for further sexual gratification intensified.
Having climaxed several times, the Girl of Steel became single-minded, focused solely on her desire for more orgasms, almost completely unconscious to any non-sexual stimuli. She was only dimly aware of what was going on around her, but she was well aware of what the two superheroine strippers were doing to her. And what they were doing was orgasmically intoxicating! Supergirl let herself completely relax and gave her body over to Ms. Marvelous and the Gold Avenger to do with it as they pleased, just so long as they would continue to sexually pleasure her.
“Just don’t stop,” Supergirl panted as she climaxed and fell into the arms of the Gold Avenger.
Ms. Marvelous sensed Supergirl’s absolute and unconditional compliance. A glance at the Gold Avenger confirmed she too was aware of Supergirl’s susceptibility. Turning to face the audience, Ms. Marvelous raised her hands to silence them. It took a moment for the crowd to quiet themselves, but they eventually became silent as they sensed something significant was about to take place.
The Gold Avenger pushed Supergirl to the stage floor as Ms. Marvelous stood in front of the prostrate Girl of Steel and made her announcement: “Supergirl will now be walked among you mere mortals to allow you the privilege of expressing your gratitude for her heroism. Place your donations inside the Maiden of Might’s uniform. And be generous! Our caped crusader deserves your admiration and appreciation.”
The Gold Avenger reached down and quickly pulled Supergirl’s unisuit back over her breasts. “We’ll collect more if she has her unisuit all the way on,” she whispered to Ms. Marvelous. “More room for tips. And if those guys out there want to see Supergirl’s tits up-close, they’ll need to pay for it.”
Security made their way to the front of the stage where they cleared a path for the trio. As music blared from the speakers above the stage, Ms. Marvelous and the Gold Avenger led the dazed and disheveled Girl of Steel around the club. The smoke-filled air was hot and humid and filled with hands clasping hundred-dollar bills just waiting for the chance to slip their hands beneath Supergirl’s wet skintight blue unisuit. But even in the frenzy over Supergirl, quite a few hands slipped bills beneath Ms. Marvelous and the Gold Avenger’s costumes.
Despite the presence of security, the patrons took many liberties with the three strippers. But with only high rollers allowed into the club—the $2000 cover charge guaranteed that—there was no concern about someone copping a feel without slipping in money. The three had to stop behind the bar several times to remove all the bills from beneath their costumes before going back out into the crowd.
Supergirl was in a daze the entire time. The adulation of the crowd fed her formerly suppressed sexual ego and she moved about the club in a provocative manner, practically welcoming the groping hands and filthy bills. She was excited by the abrupt sensations of hands slipping in and out of her costume, occasionally letting out a mild gasp as she felt a finger slip beneath the bottom of her unisuit and inside her throbbing pussy.
For her final tour of the club, Supergirl crawled on all fours as the Gold Avenger pulled her by her hair. Ms. Marvelous arrogantly strutted behind the defeated Girl of Steel, taunting the degraded superheroine as she slapped her ass.
The lore of Supergirl’s performance lasted well beyond her headlining night. Though Supergirl had insisted on the restriction of all smartphones, in her youthful indiscretion she had not thought to explicitly ban cameras. The club thereupon circumvented Supergirl’s intended restriction and surreptitiously photographed and recorded the Girl of Steel’s entire performance.
Then there was the matter of Supergirl’s imprudence in tossing her miniskirt into the crowd. The vibrant red garment had been confiscated by the club’s security. But instead of returning it to the superheroine, it was framed and mounted behind the bar, surrounded by glossy photos of Supergirl’s performance. And there it would remain, as Supergirl was far too embarrassed to ask for its return, let alone acknowledge her performance by returning to the club.
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