Part III
Attack! (Kinda)
With perfect timing, Kick Shins in her blue soccer outfit, ball in arm jumped out, next to her strutting out came See Through Girl in her form fitting green mini dress. W and G jumped from the balcony and landed next to them. All four struck the “kick ass” hero pose. From above they made a perfect post card image as the four stood directly on the city seal. W spoke firmly.
“Give up Evil Designer, we are here to take you back to jail.”
“Oh my goodness, you brought some friends with you. Lets see.” He walked over to each of them. You must be See Through Girl, I usually don’t like green but you make it work. Kick Shins, I love the blue, but I would add maybe a dash of another color, perhaps some red or soft pink perhaps. G Spot, chick, your outfit is perfect. Black and Golden and so well tailored, you have to tell me who designed it for you. Ah, my old friend. I never grow tired of the Red White and Blue, with just the touch of gold. Not many can make a tiara and bondage bracelets work, but you do. Did I tell you how much I miss the old eagle on the chest, the W just seems self serving. Oh well, I guess I can add all of your clothes to my collection. Please take them off now.” He said smugly.
“I think you have this wrong. I and my Waifs have you surrounded.” G Spot grinned as she spoke.
“Give up peacefully, or do we have to get tough.” KS said hoping for the latter.
“Give up, why on earth would I do that? Especially since you ladies are in no position to do anything.” He grinned. The ladies looked puzzled, the W noticed it first. Then G and so on.
“I cant move my feet!” W called.
“I cant move mine either.” G said, the other ladies were trying desperately to lift theirs but unable to. “What the Hell!”
“That’s correct ladies, I treated the floor with a special stick-um. My own special concoction. It was designed to keep my models bikini tops from slipping, but once applied it never seemed to unstick. Now are you going to strip or do we have to…” the two stick figure henchwomen pointed spray cans at the four, “add a little orange and green polka dots? Oh and did I mention these cans will alter skin color too?” He let out an evil laugh, which echoed well in the hall.
Each lady panicked, even W. However, the girls had a small secret. For the past few months they had not only sync their monthly friend, they had developed a sense of what each was thinking. G Spot snapped her fingers, pointed to their feet. Instantly they each had untied or unzipped their shoes and jumped in the air, landing freely onto a non-sticky treated area of the floor. W picked up on this too, she was last but still, now she joined them in her panty hosed feet. The four scattered, bare footed; it was time for plan B.
G and W ran down the main hall toward the mayor’s office. STG and KS headed for the council chamber. One waif following each, armed with a spray can.
STG and KS entered the main council chamber, closing the door each looked for some cover.
“don’t worry, I planned for this!” STG called out. A few seconds later the chamber doors opened again: enter Waif number 1. She was shaking the can and making evil eyes. As she stepped before the main podium where average citizens aired their grievances; Kick Shins stood. Turning toward her, the Waif pointed the can, then her eyes rolled back in her head as a large book, appearing to float by itself, struck her on the head. She fell unconscious.
“STG, how did you turn invisible?” Said the confuse KS.
“Simple, I saved an intern.” At the back of the room lay an unconscious male intern who was lured by one extremely sexy women in green to remain in the building. Little did he know he was being used as a tool, as most men best used for, STG decided. She had stood before him, stripped off her green dress and he got a view of absolute heaven. That is before he passed out allowing her to turn invisible. Too bad he will not remember what happened and why he has such a goofy smile on his face. The now see through hero and her soccer clad friend sped off to fight more evil doers.
W and G ran down the long corridor toward the mayor’s office. There they found the door locked. Before G could pull her lock pick and get to work, Waif 2 appeared. The hall was narrow. There was only one exit, the mayor’s office and it was locked. W held up her bracelets but each lady knew they could only stop bullets, not aerosol. An evil smirk fell on the skinny evil woman’s face, which was hard to tell with all the Botox. As she closed the gap, she pointed the spray can directly at the two heroines. W wanted to close her eyes, she didn’t want to become orange, with green polka dots. Then a long, tubular object shot across the hall, struck the can directly and it exploded in the Waif’s hand. A cloud of mist surrounded her as she fell to the floor.
As the smoke cleared, the Waif lay on the floor, her outfit, her face, arms and legs were all colored burnt orange with green polka dots. G retracted the Lacy Pole. W looked at G and smiled, she took the pole from her hand and admired it.
“Do you think I could borrow that sometime, ah, you know for crime fighting.” W said humbly. However with no time to lose, G just ignored her and began to pick the office lock. W looked around, but ended up putting the Lacy Pole between her boobs, no pickets you know.
After a few minutes all four heroines met up in the mayor’s office.
“Are we all ready?” STG spoke from her still invisible state.
The door opened. In strutted the very dapper Evil Designer.
“Well ladies, I see you have bested my Waifs.” He said.
“I cant believe people really talk that way.” KS said in her Australian accent.
“You get used to it after a while.” W returned.
“Ladies, I only need three more.” ED smiled as he now held up STG’s green dress. “It seems someone forgot to pick this up.” It was now at this moment STG became visible. Her smaller chest was in full view. Her landing strip visible for all to see. She gasped, crouched to the floor and covered herself with her hands. “Now ladies, as I asked before, kindly strip please, I don’t have all day you know. Or should I turn the whole city into a fashion faux pas?” He held up a black box, complete with antenna and big red button.
Part IV
Gotcha (Kinda)
The desk phone rang, KS leaned back and pushed the speaker button. The familiar voice of Lacy was heard.
“Good news ladies, while you distracted him, I managed to disarm all his bombs. No Bravo specials coming to Amber City this week.”
“Well, it looks like you have lost, Evil Designer.” W grinned as his face went blank.
“You haven’t won yet!” He pulled out a roll of retractable measuring tape. Like a whip, it shot toward G, wrapping around her legs, she flipped to the floor. Nearly at the same time, he tossed a hand full of sewing needles, very large sewing needles at KS. Her clothes and thus her body were now pinned to the wall.
“You forgot about me!” W leaped toward him. He dodged her first, uncharacteristically slow move, as she now stood with her back toward him he produced a wooden yard stick and smacked or hind end. W let out a yelp, G was not sure if it were a bad yelp or good yelp, it seemed more good to her. As W turned, he pointed the yard stick toward her cleavage, like a sword. She just looked at him and laughed. “What are you going to do with that?”
The Evil Designer grinned. Gently, with no force at all he poked it between her breasts. This activated the Lacy Pole, it now shot up to the ceiling, imbedding itself in the marble, the other end shot down her bloomer leg, doing the same in the floor tearing a nice hole in her panty hose. She was trapped by a pole. Wasting no time, he now pulled out what looked like a grenade from his pocket and hooked it to her golden belt.
“Ladies, now unless you want W to turn orange, I suggest you fill my request.” KS now pulling herself free of the wall joined the now back on her feet G. STG was still crouching, totally naked, totally embarrassed on the floor.
G was the first. She pulled her shoulder straps down, not smiling, her perky boobies were now free and out for the world to see. Her nips were very excited. She let the bottom of her costume drop as she stood there, no visible hair below her neck. She tried to cover her private area with her hand as she tossed the costume at his feet.
Kick Shins pulled down her shorts. Luckily she trimmed to a V from the day before, again no one understands why she doesn’t wear panties. Crossing her arms she pulled her shirt over her head. A black sports bra was all that remained between air and her C cups.
“I want it all.” The Evil Designer demanded. KS crossed her arm and tossed the bra at his face. She pulled off each sock revealing her green painted toe nails. Oddly the same green as See Through Girls outfit. The BARE Trio was standing, two standing and covering, one crouching and covering before the bad guy. “OK W, I believe it is your turn.”
Running out a noticeably unguarded side door, the Evil Designer, one Waif with a large goose egg on her head and another Waif covered in Orange and Green ran toward their own secret lair on the outskirts of town. Back in the Mayor’s office stood four exceptionally beautiful, completely naked ladies. The Trio stealing glances at W’s DD chest and W really enjoying the fact she as more shapely than the three. Each formed their own fantasy.
After fifteen naked minutes and one very interesting conversation later, the phone rang, it was Lacy.
“How did it go?” Lacy asked
“About what you would expect.” G replied.
“So you are all naked then.” Lacy stated.
“As the day we were born.” STG said.
“Well, a bit more developed than that.” KS spoke looking directly at W’s body.
“Indian has arranged for a helicopter pick up on the roof.”
A few minutes after four naked women climbed the stairs they boarded a helicopter. Inside, as it took off, they found the IndianOutlaw at the controls.
“Welcome aboard ladies.” He tried to avert his eyes, but it was difficult as W sat in the copilots seat, choosing not to cover herself.
“What do you say we drop these three off and find some tropical island?” W pushed her naked tits against IO’s arm.
“I say, pass.” As he handed her a golden belt and lasso. “Missing these.”
Back at the BARE Lair, the four naked ladies were wearing blankets. IO was trying desperately not to look at them, which was difficult with W constantly “dropping” her cover and having to pick it up, without bending at the knees.
“I don’t get it?” KS asked.
“Simple,” W responded. “ED wanted our clothing. He would stop at nothing to get it. This way we get a little revenge, right G.”
“G, I think there has been enough time, care to do the honors?” IO pointed to the large button on his desk.
The two Waifs stood next to the Evil designer in his lair. They stood before a large glass showcase. In it was a mannequin wearing W’s complete outfit, with a spare pair of blue starred bloomers on the side. As he stepped back to admire the entire room now lit up. In similar showcases were KS’s, STG’s and G’s outfits. Beyond them were various other super hero clothing. A cat outfit, a bunch of black spandex, mini skirts, shorts, crop tops and so on. Each depicted in the way the original owner would wear them. His collection seemed complete. But something odd was now happening. The little letters “BARE” on three of the new outfits he acquired today began to blink. Then smoke. The with little warning they made a popping sound, letting a spectrum of light shower the entire room.
“What was that?” ED said as he took a close look at G’s costume.
Then, before he could take another breath, G’s costume seemed to disintegrate into dust. This was followed by STG’s, then KS’s. The three looked at each other, ED looked as if he were going to cry. Then he looked, W’s patriotic attire fell to dust on the floor of the showcase. Now one by one each outfit in his collection followed. “No!” He cried. But there was nothing he could do. The Waif’s looked at each other, their red gowns just fell to dust, their thin bodies left totally naked. Each screamed and ran from the room.
The Evil Designer now walked between the show cases of naked mannequins, piles of dust at their feet. He didn’t notice his own clothes had also disintegrated. The naked man, with spray tan lines, just sobbed openly. No only did this little trick destroy his entire collection of stolen hero costumes, and strip him and his henchwomen, he would find out every piece of material in his entire lair was turned to dust.
Epilogue.
As the BARE Trio redressed in the locker room, each wanted to get clothes back and return to Indian and W. All W did was spin and her clothes returned, which is a sight firmly engraved in everyone’s mind. Then Lacy came running in.
“Ladies, I think you should stay here.” She said with concern in her voice.
“Why?” G replied only to see a female figure walk passed the locker-room door and down the hall. The girls, now dressed filed out pushing past Lacy. They looked on as a thin, well dressed woman headed toward Indian’s office. Each lady immediately noticed she was wearing a large blinking bracelet. G recognized it as similar to the one in Lacy’s lab.
“Josette.” Lacy muttered under her breath.
Before the four could make it half way to Indian’s office, very loud shouting was heard. Most of it was in French. The next scene was W running from the office as a high heeled foot kicked her in the ass. She walked away very disheveled, rubbing her recently booted fine ass. The office door was slammed. More yelling in French was heard, then silence. The BARE Trio all huddled at the door, trying to listen. Lacy tried to pull them away.
“Ladies, we need to leave.” Lacy said.
“Why, what are they saying?” KS asked G who all knew was better at eavesdropping.
“It sounds like mumbling, I think they are fighting, but not very loudly. I can hear a few words, some in French, but I cant make them out. It appears there is a struggle, perhaps he has to.” Then her eyes opened up wide. She pulled away from the door. “Lacy’s right, ladies lets go now.”
As Lacy and G pulled them away, STG asked in her innocent tone.
“Why, are they fighting? Is everything ok?” KS, who now got it, looked her in the face.
“My friend they are doing the opposite of fighting.”
“What’s the opposite of fighting?” STG said still confused. G whispered into her ear. “Oh my!”
The End.
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