Friday Prompt 14/10/2022 - ""I'm trying to be a Super Villianess but everyone just thinks I'm hot!"

Tags: A little mind control, no sex! I cut it short just before it, for I can be cruel.

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“Just put all the money in the bag and stop looking at my tits, please. “

I shake the empty rucksack at the well-dressed cashier, who doesn’t avert his eyes for even a second. This was more common a problem than you’d think.

I will not pretend there’s nothing to look at. I’ve got powers and everyone with powers is hot as fuck. Before the upgrade hit me like a truck, I’d have bombed a “Most Unremarkable Woman” contest, because they’d have not noticed I was even taking part. Then you wake up with your body full of fire and half a foot of extra height.

That mild acne you could never shift? Gone.
Tangled hair that sticks up on one side? Long flowing brown locks that drift like leaves in the wind.
The puppy fat on your stomach that you keep meaning to go burn off at the gym, but never do? Hope the abs are worth it, traveling up to make all your bras worthless.

Superpowers all come with dazzling smiles and curves so generous it’s like we stepped out of a porno. But what about the irony that by becoming so pretty I don’t seem real, I’m still just as generic as every other superhero? Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re not clever for spotting the obvious.

So I can’t blame the cashier for staring at my chest a little, I’ve done that plenty myself. There’s a lot of good stuff to look at there and the red and black bodysuit I wear is tight enough that it’s very complimentary in showing my curves off. I’m sure every Superwoman goes through the staring problem. I just have it worse. Way worse. Because once people stare at me, they just don’t stop.

“I could crack you like an egg, you know?” I say, leaning against the security glass. Spiderweb cracks snap away from her hands from the lightest of pressure. If I wanted to push through, it’d be as easy as brushing away some cobwebs.

“That’s hot,” he says, cheeks flushing.

Ew.

The guy isn’t unattractive in a “One good shower and I can fix him” kind of way, but I still didn’t want to know that.

I hate doing this, I always feel like I’m giving people a dog treat.

“Sweetheart,” I purr, leaning to plant a kiss on the security glass, leaving behind an imprint of ruby-red lipstick. “Put the money in the bag and I’ll be so happy.”

He stuffs the money from the till into the bag so fast that he catches his hand on the till close mechanism and gets his hand stuck, planting a foot on the desk as he tries to kick it away. The rush of excitement at doing my bidding was making him stupider

Hate my power. Hate it.

With a sigh, I turn to the next cashier, a mousy woman with a cute fringe that hides all but a slither of her baby-blue eyes. Not that I can see even that small slice because, of course, she’s got those eyes that locked on my chest like they had the secret to happiness written along the top.

“Can I- Can I um- can- uh- can I help?” she says, stumbling over her words as she paws her hands together. I can’t be mad at her. She’s such an adorable bundle of nerves I want to reach through the glass and ruffle her hair.

“I’m robbing a bank honey, do you want to help?”

“I shouldn’t, but if it’s you I can,” she nods, chewing her bottom lip. “I’ll do anything for you.”

Tempting. She is so cute I could eat her up, and it’s not like I ever pay for anything these days. I was just going to dump all this money into good causes and stuff. Or something like that? To be honest, the money wasn’t important. I was waiting for something else.

“HALT VILLAIN,”

And there it is! The roof of the bank explodes as two caped figures blow in right through the glass dome. Which I feel is something the bank is going to yell at them about later, but major points for dramatics. I turn and spread my arms, giving my new Hero crowd a dazzling smile. Time to finally make a name for myself.

“Heroes! Come to foil have your plans have you, but Libertine won’t so easily ... oh fucking hell it’s you two,”

My old teammates and the most shamelessly dating Superheroines I’ve ever met. Vigor and Verve.

“Ah, Liberty Teen! We meet again” Vigor’s white cape was billowing out behind her, edged with gold and mingling with her flowing blonde hair. She was the poster child of superheroes in this city. Flight, ridiculous strength, and invulnerability to anything you could think of. She could press even me up against a wall with all those muscles with ease. I should know, she often did.

“It’s Libertine! You get it wrong every time. Fuck me, are you doing that on purpose? Tell her to say it right Verve!”

Even though Verve couldn't fly, she hung draped on Vigor and I was a little jealous. The blue light that Verve wore for her costume was the same kind as her power. I was one of the few who knew she was stark naked under there. When we’d be on the same team she didn’t bother with the energy clothes and I had to endure staring at an ass so perfect I have classified it as a power. All curves, short black hair in energetic spikes, and a voice that dripped honey.    

Okay, I get I’m complaining about being in heaven here. It’s a little bit annoying, let me gripe!

“Vigor, say it properly,” Verve said, staring down at me like she was about to call a lunch break and I was going to be the sandwich filling. “It’s Libertine. You’ve heard me yell it often enough.”

“It is?” Vigor said, drifting down to step onto the bank’s marble floor. “You sure? I’ve always called her Liberty Teen”

“I know,” I hissed, folding my arms as I stared at her dumb but excruciatingly pretty blue eyes. “Part of the reason I left? That and you weren’t getting any heroics done fawning over me.”

“Oh.” Vigor rubbed at her neck with an arm that could crush trucks like beer cans. She was nice to look at, but when she got rough, it left bruises. “Well, why are you here?”

“Robbing a bank,” I say, pointing back to the mousey teller who’d shifted her attention from my chest to my ass, head in her hands as she leaned on the counter and just devoured the sight of it.

“Need help?” Vigor says, all heroics thrown to the wind. Now she was within my power’s range. “Or I can bend you over the counter and Verve can help eat you out. Be like you’re part of the team again!”

Hate my power so much.

“No, I’m doing crimes. Of the villain type. I should be in jail,” I say, pounding on the security glass with a fist until it cracks. An alarm that was already blaring outside somewhere got a few octaves even louder.

“Ah! I see you’re a terrible girl,” Verve said, rolling her words into a purr that made my spine tingle. My plans would be so much better if I had fewer scorching hot exes. “We’ll punish you.”

“No! I want you to take me seriously for once.”

“I understand,” Vigor said, stepping up and towering over me, our city’s Amazonian symbol of heroism. My throat goes dry as I realize I may have poked the beehive too hard.

She drops to her knees, flagstones cracking under her as she hugs my thigh, looking up at me with big blue eyes.

“You’re in charge, Libertine, always have been. We’ll do anything for you.”

Verve blew me a kiss and mouthed, “Anything,” swirling her tongue across her lips.

Two of the city’s most ardent heroes offer to fuck a Villainess senseless at the crime scene. It would be ridiculous if this weren’t my life, no matter what I did. My power didn’t have an off button.

“I guess I could use a few minions,” I sigh, running my hands through Vigor’s silky blonde hair. “But this is the last time. Then you actually have to treat me seriously.”

Verve swishes her hips over my way and I watch them move, looking back to the mousey cashier who is still watching as if all her Christmas’ have come at once.

”You say that every time.”

”Well, maybe one day I’ll mean it,” I say, gasping as they kiss my legs and work their way up my thighs.

Oh, who was I kidding? This was as villainous as I was going to get.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.