[Indianoutlawesq]

BARE Trio
“Initial Success”
By The IndianOutlaw

G Spot’s hips sauntered as she walked the halls for the BARE lair, this time with her head held just a little bit higher then one month before. Just over four weeks had passed since their evaluation by IndianOutlaw and the trio was starting to come together, no pun intended. Five successful missions, with only a minor loss of dignity and they were becoming a true force for good. G, the leader of the group was proud of how their team work was succeeding, and they even made the front page stopping a recent chain of liquor store robberies. G was very happy.

Today she made her way to the equipment room. Another large room in the cavernous lair. The walls were lined with all sorts of weaponry, from swords to guns to a few oddly shaped items she could not figure out how they worked, or what they were actually for. Inside, the bubbly Lacy was tinkering with a box of items. Today Lacy is wearing a fuzzy pink baby doll night gown, with fluff covering just the right areas. Her cat ears and cat tail made G think of an Anime Convention she once attended. With a low hum, Lacy was hard at work inspecting several objects she laid out on the table.
“Hi, G.” Lacy said.
“Hello Lacy. What have we here?”
“Well, you said you wanted to update your super hero tools. Well, I have prepared a few items which you may want to use.” Lacy grabbed the first item. It was long and slender, about 9 inches long and a couple inches wide. It had a rounded tip and a twist knob at the bottom. “Here.” She handed it to G.
“Oh my god, Lacy, not here!” She said putting it behind her back.
“Oh my, no, its not that.” Lacy blushed. “I keep one of those over here.” Opening a drawer, she pulled out one twelve inches long, a bit wider with a curved extension. “I call this one Tiger.” She smiled.
“Okay…” G returned.
“This is a special device.” Lacy put the original phallic symbol on the floor, pressed a small button, the tip opened and a long telescoping rod shot upwards to the ceiling. She then shook it firmly with both hands to show it was ridged and very strong. Immediately she did a full scissor spin, twisting upside down and landing gently upon the ground. Her baby doll outfit bunched around her neck, she was not wearing any undies. G looked on and thought “playboy wax.”
“Wow.”
“Wow, is right, this is not just great exercise. The extension can reach a twenty foot ceiling and supports up to 300 lbs. It comes in handy when you need a quick escape and only a pole will satisfy. I call it the Lacy Pole.” Lacy left the Lacy Pole, then picked up a small glasses box.
G Smiled. “What is this?” G picked up a thick bracelet with a series of LED lights.
“Well, as you know only X gene persons can enter the lair. This is how Norms can visit the Lair. They just snap it on and none of the alarm bells and whistles go off.”
“What Norms visit?” G asked, Lacy ignored the question.
“Finally we have the Change Cape.” Lacy held it up, but G was too busy just looking over her luscious body.
“Sorry, you were saying?”
“This is the Change Cape.” Lacy put it on, tied it around her neck and showed it off in a few modeling poses. “Watch this.” She now twirled the cape around her, covering her entire body below her waist. Then without braking stride, a “Click” sound was heard, she then opened the cape about 2 seconds later. She was no longer wearing the baby doll, she was wearing a dark red spandex shorts set with the picture of a little ghost on the right side. She reached into the cape and pulled out a red mask, placing it over her eyes. She was even wearing matching short boots and fish net stocking.
“Oh my god, you are the Cherry Spirit.” G was grinning even more.
“I was the Cherry Spirit, I am now just Indian’s assistant.”
“But you were great! You had a motorcycle and a great battle cry? What was it?”
“Through the wall and beyond.” Lacy said shyly.
“I loved it. That cape is really cool.”
“Yes it is.” Lacy opened the cape and pulled out her baby doll night gown to show where it is stored.

Just then Kick Shins ambled in, her shiny blue shorts and matching top, the click of her cleats on the floor always alerted everyone to her arrival.
“Buggers, anyone seen my ball?” KS asked admiring Lacy’s skin tight outfit and especially her hardened nipples.
“I think See Through Girl has it?” G replied.
“Great, I hope she washes it off this time.” KS looked at the cloak, then quickly sn*tched it up. “What’s this?” She wrapped it around her.
“Wait!” Lacy cried out. The familiar sounding ‘click” was heard as the expression on KS’s face changed.
“Bloody Hell.” She swallowed hard, then opened the cape. Her breasts came into view, her flat abs and her ‘in need of a trim’ private area was now on display. She snapped the cloak closed.
“Sorry,” Lacy said, “I didn’t reload the change pocket.” She now walked up to KS, refastened the collar and another “click” was heard. KS was now redressed.

See Through Girl, STG, now came running into the room!
“Everyone come quick, look who’s here!” She said extremely excited and out of breath. The four now filed out into the hall way, there at the end walking away was quite a sight.

Each recognized instantly the red calf high boots, the blue and white starred bloomers, the golden belt with the lasso attached, the red top and the dark hair. The perfect tan. G-Spot remembered she wanted to wear a tiara too but never found one quite right.
“What is she doing here?” G asked
“Trouble.” Lacy Mumbled.



















Part I
Strange Bedfellows

Four ladies huddled around the outside of the office of their boss, The IndianOutlaw. Each pair of eyes looked thought the cracked opened door. Inside they could hear.

“You know you are not suppose to be here W.” The voice of Indian was heard.
“Believe me I would not come unless it was important.”
“What do you want.” He looked at a sparkle in her eye. “Besides that!” He scolded.
“He’s back.”
“Who’s back?”
“You know, him.” She tugged at her bustier.
“And what do you want from me, you’re a big girl.” IO swallowed knowing she took it two ways by the smile on her face.
“I cant go to the League with this, its way too embarrassing. I need your help, I need your team.”
“I have a new team now, they may not be up to the challenge.” Just then the balance of four sexy bodies fell off center, the door flung open and four costume clad heroines fell inward, bodies spilling onto the floor. Quickly the three leapt to their feet, dusting themselves, except for Lacy who was mostly rubbing her hands over her shapely figure in what appeared to not be a dusting effect.

W looked each of them over, taking a moment to stare at the chest area, finally she looked at her own DD’s and let out a little grin of pride then turned back to Indian.
“I am sorry, get your own team to help, we are still training.” Indian said with distain. She then looked at him, lowered her lip, as it began to quiver she seem to deliberately push her breasts together as she leaned forward with both hands on the desk.
“Please.” She replied softly. Indian rubbed his forehead for a moment, then looked again into her big blue eyes. He swallowed just.
“Alright, but don’t tell you know who.”

“Thank you.” She smiled a pearly white smile. Reaching between her sizable cleavage a note was produced.
“How many times have I told you to add a pocket, that’s just wrong.” Indian said averting his eyes.
“Here is the note, his demand is for delivery tomorrow. Fortunately the League is in Europe dealing with that Volcano.”
“Mole men?”
“Yes.”
“I thought so.”
“Look if the delivery is not made, he will detonate his bomb in downtown Amber City, and you know what that will do.”
“Wait, I thought he was still in jail from the last time?”
“Pardoned, seems he made a large contribution to the President.”
“Alright let me brief my team, meet them at city hall tomorrow at noon.”
“Thank you.” She leaned in for a kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick mark. STG noticed the “innocent” kissed seemed to lingere a bit too long.

W began walking, sauntering away toward the three heroines and one retired hero. She stopped and looked at Lacy, still dressed in her red outfit.
“Cherry,” W smiled as she spoke directly to Lacy’s chest. “I haven’t seen you in a while, how have you been?”
“Good, I have a new master now.”
“I am happy for you.” W then circled her finger around the small ghost symbol on Lacy’s costume which happened to be on her breast, “let me know if that doesn’t work out will you.” W walked away, swaying her hips more deliberately, all four girls taking notice.

As W left the room the Trio shuffled toward Indian’s desk like young schoolgirls. Lacy just stood there with here eyes closed as if remembering a past memory, a very fond past memory.
“Boss! We get to work with her!” G spoke excitedly for the group.
“I guess so, I have some things to look into, meet me back here at 3 for a briefing.”

The girls headed out, STG grabbed Lacy by her arm, jerking her out of the daydream and pulling her into the hall, there the Trio surrounded her.
“What is up with IO and W?” G requested forcefully.
“Yea, spill the beans girl.” KS demanded.


Part II
Encounters

Lacy took a deep breath.
“IndianOutlaw was once a member of the League.” A collective hush fell. Each lady wanted secretly to join the League but only the best of the best get that job, and that speedy guy too. “You might say W and IO have a history together.”
“Go on woman.” STG was anxious.
“You didn’t hear this from me but rumor has it IO was her first.”
“IndianOutlaw popped W’s cherry!” STG caught herself.
“Well, yes, if you put it that way. The two were quite an item but they ended up breaking up, it was messy. To make matters worse, IO married a norm and she and the other hero’s in the League didn’t like that.”
“Is that why he is no longer with them?” KS asked
“No, there were other reasons but W has never seemed to have gotten over it. She has only been here twice before. Each time it was very messy.” Lacy leaned in to the three. “To be honest I don’t think IO ever got over her completely.”
“I can understand.” G now launched into her own daydream.

Later…

Three pm came quickly. This was one time in which IO found his entire troop arrive for the briefing before he did.
“Alright ladies, good to see you here. Lets begin.” IO held in his hand a remote, pushed a few buttons and the 210 inch plasma lit up. “This is Samuel Goldstein, aka…”
“The Evil Designer.” G said aloud.
“Yes, The Evil Designer. A few years ago he orchestrated stealing all the clothes from Fashion Week, leaving 150 models completely naked on national TV. A few years later he designed a dress, so popular nearly everyone purchased one. Then after one hour exposure to direct sunlight on Summer Solstice, the dress became completely see through. The Presidents’ daughters at the time were humiliated as they were wearing them.”
“I thought he was in jail.”
“He was, he got out.” IO clicked the next slide and a newspaper headline appeared. “W brought him to justice, during which the two fell from a hotel window. As she hung there he clung to her legs. When he tried to climb up he slipped, grabbing her waist band and pulling her bloomers down as he fell to the lot below. Leaving W bottomless and very red faced.”
“I remember that photo,” STG said, “I always thought that was a hoax, someone Photo Shopped it.”
“No, I assure you it was not.” IO shrugged, then spoke under his breath. “I always told her she needed to wear underwear.” He spoke up again. “Anyway the police caught him. Since then he has been obsessed with collecting super heroine costumes. He delivered this note,” a note was handed to G. “he has sworn to get the rest of W’s outfit. Tomorrow he has threatened to release a toxic gas downtown at city hall, this gas will…” G Screamed!
“What?!” KS looked at the fear on G’s face. She was handed the note and her face went blank. She handed the note to STG.
“Oh My God!” STG looked like she was going to cry.
“Believe me this is no joke. I assure you he is serious.” IO said sternly.
“He can’t!” KS cried.
“He will. Once the gas is released it will alter the pigment in every woman’s outfit turning it burnt orange with green polka dot.”
“That is inhuman.” G pounded her fist.
“Trust me, he can and will do it. He says he will not if W gives him her costume. We cannot let that happen.”
“What do we do?” STG asked.
“See Lacy before you leave, she needs to modify your outfits.”

The Day

The BARE Trio arrived at Amber City Hall. All clad in their updated uniforms provided by Lacy. The costumes were essentially the same, slightly better tailoring, plus each now had a metallic lettering spelling
“BARE” on the side.

The hall had been evacuated, as had the surrounding blocks. The police set up a perimeter, keeping the general public out of harm’s way. The three stood on the upper level, overlooking the main foyer of the hall, the city seal covering most of the center floor. W joined them.
“Ladies, good to see you.” W walked toward them. G and STG noticed a bit of a nipple peeking out the top of her top.
“We are here, how do you want to handle this?” G, normally the leader of the group, decided to step aside to allow this A list hero to take command.
“G, you and I will stand up here. You two will hide behind the pillars on the first level. When he show’s himself we jump down and apprehend him.” The ladies left to take up their positions.

Standing out of sight G looked W up and down. She loved the outfit W wore. It was simple an elegant. The long legs seemed to go on forever. The exposed skin, perfect tan, sd her DD boobs seemed so smooth looking. Secretly she wanted a tiara.
“So I understand you and IO used to be an item.”
“Excuse me.” W returned.
“You know, between us girls.” G was fishing for gossip.
“That is ancient history.”
“You know I have always wondered, what is his superpower?”
“He hasn’t told you? I guess it’s better you don’t know.”
“It must be something pretty good, I mean he was a member of the League at one time. Why did he leave?”
“Lets just say you don’t get into a fist fight with Soup and get to stay in the League for very long.”
“A fist fight with him! Oh my Lord!”
“Shhh, something is happening…”

The main doors of the Amber City Hall opened. In walked with a confident stride walked a fashionably dressed man. On either side stood two equally well dressed, evening gown wearing waifs. These girls were very skinny, super model skinny. He stopped, his walking cane with giant diamond tip clicking on the floor.
“I am here, where is my ransom!” The Evil Designer called out.