PART 1:
Cat Up A Tree, Or Pussy In Peril by Shaw (2000)
One of the Superheroines that PussyWhip and the Bionic Bimbo detested most was 'Glamour Girl'.
'Glamour Girl' was a vain, arrogant model, who also liked to pose as a Superheroine. She owned her own fashion label, so was able to model a whole range of clothes, as she made her public appearances in a variety of outfits, generating huge amounts of free publicity and sales. She also had her own line of 'Glamour Girl' lingerie which particularly annoyed PussyWhip, who owned her own underwear factory. Though athletic and strong enough to be a Superheroine, beneath the public spirited façade was a calculating, publicity-hungry b*tch. She employed a PR agent, Paula, to ensure that all her exploits received maximum publicity. The dark-haired Paula was beautiful in her own right, but 'Glamour Girl' always insisted that she dress down. 'Glamour Girl' was not about to have the limelight taken from her by her own PR agent.
'Glamour Girl' was at the City Hall, handing out 'Glamour Girl Certificates' to young schoolchildren whose deeds had most exemplified the fine, crime-fighting work that 'Glamour Girl' liked to pretend to epitomise. As this was a civic duty, 'Glamour Girl' was not dressed in her crime-fighters outfit, but a tight, blue business suit that she knew would subsequently rocket in sales because she had modelled it. If 'Glamour Girl' was a b*tch, she was a very beautiful one. Long, chestnut hair cascaded to her shoulders. Her beautiful face was always impeccably made-up, though the slightly up-turned nose did hint at her haughty nature. Her full, large breasts stuck out proudly before her, straining against her white blouse. Her legs were shapely, strong, and very long - 'Glamour Girl' was nearly six-foot in height. She was particularly proud of her perfect, curvy rear-end, and had designed this particular suit because it clung so tightly to her firm, round ass-cheeks. She smiled superciliously to the cameras as she bent down to award the certificates, happy that her gorgeous posterior was the real centre of attention. She patted the children's heads, then turned to Paula, speaking through clenched teeth.
'How many more of these little monsters have I to award certificates to?'
'Nearly finished', said Paula wearily. If the pay was not so good, she would have told 'Glamour Girl' long ago where to stick her job. As it was, she had to suffer many insults, and, of course, had to wear very uninspiring clothes, so as not to compete with madam.
'Are they getting plenty of pictures of the dress?'
'Yes. It's a sensation'.
'I've a new 'Glamour Girl' crime-fighter outfit I want to debut. No jobs for 'Glamour Girl' come up yet today? No wrongs to right?'
'Not a thing yet', replied Paula. PussyWhip had actually instructed all the city's villains to take the day off so that she could control 'Glamour Girl' crime-fighting for the afternoon.
Just then, one of the PussyPets, dressed as a policewoman, whispered something into Paula's ear. Paul turned to the preening, posing 'Glamour Girl'.
'There is a job for you on 48th Street. I'm afraid it's not very exciting'
'Don't worry. I'll make it exciting. Just be sure all the gentlemen of the press are fully briefed. I want maximum exposure of my new crime-fighting outfit'
The media entourage made their way to the address given. 'Glamour Girl' generated a lot of newspaper sales, but they were no more enamoured of her than Paula was. But they had to go along with it, though they knew it was usually no more than a glorified fashion-shoot.
They were all gathered underneath a tree. When 'Glamour Girl' judged the moment to be right, she came running over to the tree, then stood with her arms akimbo, while the press photographed the new outfit. It was stunning. The top was a light blue tube top with the 'Glamour Girl' logo across the chest in yellow. It was so tight that you could clearly see her prominent nipples and the swelling outline of her breasts. Her midriff was bare. She wore her traditional blue tights, and skimpy read briefs over the top of them. As she slowly turned to give a rear-view, every man in eyesight gasped at how sensually the skimpy read briefs and tights clung to, and accentuated, her butt-cheeks.
'Glamour Girl' turned back round, happy that the new design had obviously had the desired effect.
'Now - what seems to the problem?', she asked, hands still on her hips, tits jutting out proudly.
'This little girl's cat has got stuck in the tree'.
It was PussyWhip who had spoken, dressed in her black leather cat-suit, which also clung tightly to her body, showing off every curve. The cameras flashed again, as PussyWhip smiled sweetly at 'Glamour Girl', tussling the little girl's hair. (The girl in fact had been trying to tie a can to the cat's tail, but for a large ice-cream she was prepared to pretend that the cat was her dear pet).
'Glamour Girl' scowled. This b*tch was upstaging her in that cat-suit.
'Well, well, we meet again PussyWhip.' said 'Glamour Girl' archly. 'Remember our last meeting. I had to hog-tie you and your intellectually challenged partner in crime outside a Jeweller's Shop. Pity it was raining so hard at the time - I felt quite sorry for the both of you, having to lie in that muddy puddle! I see you've had the cat-suit cleaned since then'
'Glamour Girl' beamed gleefully as she reminded PussyWhip, and the press, about that humiliating event, though it just served to increase PussyWhip's anticipation of what was about to transpire.
'And where is the Bionic Bimbo?' continued 'Glamour Girl'. 'Letting her costume out a bit so that it fits her, no doubt'.
In fact the invisible Bionic Bimbo was standing beside PussyWhip, enraged at this slur on her figure, which was, in fairness, on the voluptuous side.
'Never mind that, 'Glamour Girl', what are you going to do about this little girl's cat? Some workmen were digging a trench, and the noise of the drill scared the cat up the tree'
The half-dug trench ran to the back of the tree, and the workmen's little yellow and white tent lay empty.
'Glamour Girl' turned to Paula.
'Is this really the best you could do', she hissed. 'A cat, stuck in a tree! It's not really a job worthy of 'Glamour Girl', is it, you stupid cow'.
Paula contained her anger at this outburst.
'You wanted to debut the costume. The press is here. It's going to look bad if you don't rescue that little girl's cat'.
'Glamour Girl' turned resignedly to the gathering once more, and decided to make the best of it.
'Of course I'll save your cat for you, little girl', she said, sounding courageous.
As she spoke, the Bionic Bimbo crept behind her, and carefully ran a razor blade down the back of the tights and red briefs, as the unsuspecting 'Glamour Girl' glowed in the cheers of the crowd.
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