“What are you working on, Sable?” asked Platinum Panther, strolling into the Libido League’s mission planning room.

The younger heroine had her feet propped up, studying a large computer monitor. Her costume, the same color as her raven hair, hugged every curve of her shapely legs. “I’m trying to find Venus de Milo so I can capture her. She’s been on quite a robbery spree lately. She’s stolen tens of thousands of dollars just by flashing her tits.” Sable touched the monitor to add the location of another of Venus’s recent robberies.

Platinum Panther bit her lower lip. “That’s not a good idea, Sable. Leave Venus de Milo to me.”

Sable spun her chair around to face the older heroine. “Don’t treat me like a kid, Panther! It’s bad enough when Argent does it. I don’t need to be coddled by you, too. I am almost twenty years old. I am not a sidekick anymore. I am a powerful superheroine and a full-fledged member of this team!”

Platinum Panther put her hands up. “It’s not your age that’s the problem, Sable. It’s your orientation.”

Sable wrinkled her brow. “What does being bisexual have to do with catching supervillains?”

“With Venus de Milo, it means everything. Let me show you.” She leaned over the desk, stretching her arm so she could reach the touch screen. “This is a list of all the people that Venus de Milo has seduced with her superhuman beauty. There’s police officers, bank tellers, armored car drivers, jewelers, socialites, and even superheroes. At first glance, it seems that she can seduce anybody. But when you look at the data more closely and figure in sexual orientation, there’s a pattern.”

Platinum Panther’s fingers danced over the screen, calling up color-coded rows of data. Sable’s attention was focused on the monitor. She didn’t notice how the older heroine was straddling the corner of the desk, her crotch pressed against the rounded edge. “Look at these numbers, Sable. Almost all of her playthings are straight men, but there is also a large percentage of lesbians, bi- and pansexuals of all genders, and even straight women who rate as bi-curious.”

“But what does it mean?”

Platinum Panther’s voice was thick as her hips slowly humped against the desk. “It means that her superpower lies in the beauty of her feminine body. It only affects those who find feminine bodies sexually attractive, like you. The only people who can stop Venus de Milo are totally gay men and totally straight women. Like me. You see?”

Sable stared at the numbers for a while longer, oblivious to Platinum Panther’s heavy breathing behind her. “I guess that makes sense. Oh well. I’ll just find Argent and we’ll hunt down a different villain. Bye!” In a flash of super speed, she was gone.

Just as fast, Platinum Panther slumped into her vacated chair. She spread her legs wide and slid her fingers beneath her yoga pants. Her mind wasn’t focused on numbers and data and patterns. Her perfect memory was remembering the last time she’d seen Venus de Milo. The beautiful curve of her hips, lying on a bed in a hotel room that Platinum Panther had paid for. The plump fullness of her breasts as she drew the heroine close enough to suckle their taut nipples. The bottomless perfection of her eyes as she whispered instructions into Panther’s bliss-soaked mind.

Just the memory of their last rendezvous brought her to climax, quick and hard. As she lounged in the chair, her body twitching with aftershocks, Platinum Panther was thankful that she was 100% straight. She couldn’t imagine how irresistible she would find Venus de Milo if she were even remotely attracted to women.