Platinum Panther was already an hour late for the start of her nightly patrol of Skarlette City’s streets, and she was still trying to get dressed. It shouldn’t matter what kind of lingerie I wear to hunt down criminals, she thought, particularly when I’ll be wearing a half-ton of high-tech armor on top of it. Even so, she slid on a different thong and studied her ass in the full length mirror. No. This one is too sexy. I don’t want to look desperate, just desirable. Panther slid the panties off and tossed them on the growing pile of rejected undergarments.

Her preparations for patrol hadn’t started off this way a few hours ago. As she did every few weeks, Platinum Panther was updating and enhancing various analyses of criminal activity, trying to predict what she was likely to encounter on the streets. Her algorithms indicated that the most likely supervillain active on her patrol route was the beautiful, hyper-charismatic Venus de Milo. Ashamed at her inability to catch Venus over the past few weeks, Platinum Panther had wanted to ignore the data, but she’d been a hero long enough to know that refusing to prepare for a villain did not prevent the villain from preparing for you. She needed to make a plan for dealing with Venus de Milo again. This time, once and for all.

Attempting to limit her sense of sight and just analyze the data of Venus’s powers had not gone very well. Neither had the threat of force and sheer bravado. Panther needed a new angle.

It’s a shame she steals so much, even though she doesn’t actually injure anyone. As far as supervillains go, she could be a lot worse. To be honest, she doesn’t even steal all that much. I could probably pay her the amount she steals out of my own personal funds. But would she accept? Is that what she would want?

Thinking about what Venus de Milo wanted led Platinum Panther to think back on the last time she had seen the villainess. She’d tracked her to a jewelry store at closing time. Panther’s perfect memory allowed her to recall everything about that night: The pile of empty velvet-lined boxes next to the duffel bag half-filled with jewels; the grunting sound the jeweler made as he pumped his prick with one hand while filling the duffel with the other; the arch of Venus’s flawless eyebrow as Panther walked into the store; the flush of wetness between the heroine’s thighs the moment Venus had smiled at her.

Panther’s perfect memory was already dampening her crotch. Remembering the staggering beauty of Venus de Milo ignited her lust nearly as much as actually seeing her in the jewelry store. Falling to her knees just as she had disengaged her armor in front of the real Venus, Panther could hear the villainess’s words again in her memory. “A torn T-shirt and yoga pants? You thought you could arrest me wearing that, Panther? It’s insulting.”

Slipping her fingers beneath her panties, Panther couldn’t pull herself out of the memory. She was too turned on to even try. She simply rubbed herself faster as she remembered the exact pitch and cadence of Venus’s next words: “You’re too pretty of a woman to wear such awful clothing. Next time I see you, I want to you to make an effort to look as sexy as you feel right now. You deserve better. And, frankly, so do I!”

It was the memory of Venus’s lips touching her forehead that brought Platinum Panther to orgasm, just as it had the first time. Her body shook with bliss as the sensation of her own fingers merged with the remembered pleasure of pleasing Venus de Milo. She came and came and came until her body and mind could take no more.

Panther toppled to the floor. As she slowly woke from her memory, she realized that this pair of panties were far too wet to wear out on patrol. She’d have to find another pair. She was a superheroine and she deserved better.

And, frankly, so did Venus de Milo.