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Peyton returns from her room as the others question Firinn. She has discarded her ruined dress and changed into a half-shirt and shorts. She continues to watch Firinn closely as Sierra asks him what he wants, and between the two of them, they are able to see that he's being truthful with his answers. "Yep, stick with the Solar Squad. We haven't gotten anybody killed so far!" she says encouragingly.
Payload pants with exertion as the drone finally falls. She looks down at her scorched dress with disgust, then moves over on the other side of Sierra. She looks at the young man with narrowed eyes as the others talk to him.
Payload cries out in pain as the lasers burn her and wreck her dress! When Sierra shouts at her, she shouts right back! "What does it look like I'm doing?!? Handle your own shit!"
Ignoring any further "advice" from her teammates, Payload pushes her intrusive script even further into the drone's systems.
Payload closes her eyes and reaches out with her powers, working to scramble and override the drone's remote orders.
Peyton stands to Sierra's left, dressed in a tight pink party dress. She's managed to produce a matching pink mask from somewhere to cover the lower part of her face. "Yeah, beat it b@+~$!" she shouts, taking stock of the situation.
Payload laughs as Myth soaks her with the water. Her exercise outfit clings tightly to her body. "Get out of there, big guy! You're getting me all wet!" She makes her way over to Solaria and looks down at the unconscious Helldiver. "I guess that's one of the drawbacks of such a public home base. Well, so long as they're all pushovers like this chick, we should be fine!"
”Hit her from different angles!” Payload shouts. ”If she can’t concentrate, her fire will be weaker!” Seeing Myth enveloped in the ring of fire, she brings her hands up and concentrates on her other powers. This time, she is successful in negating Helldiver’s trap, and the fire flickers and fades, freeing Myth!
Payload looks around to all her teammates magically conjuring her costume. She frowns down at her workout clothes. "Gotta learn how to do that," she mutters. Her heart soars as Solaria steps in front of her to protect her. My hero! she thinks, feeling more confident. Okay, don't let her down. Let's do this. "Can I borrow these?" Payload asks, plucking the Infini-Pods out of Solaria's ears. She uses her abilities to hack them and adjust the settings, then points them at Helldiver, blasting concentrated techno music at her to distract her!
"Both of Myth's forms are hot, honestly," Peyton says. "But, yeah, nothing beats getting f@&%ed by a real stud like Man-Myth!"
Seeing the others gathered, Peyton emerges from the gym, sweat glistening on her body. "Hey, girls! We missed you last night. You should have stayed and joined in the fun," she says with a lewd grin.
When Peyton wakes up the next morning, she rubs her wrists where they had been bound the night before. She smiles happily as she recalls the good times she shared with Myth. She makes herself a quick breakfast before heading to the gym, clad in her sports bra and yoga shorts. Hacking the stereo system to play loud techno magic, Peyton begins her morning workout! If Sierra opens her eyes, she can see the other woman stretching and sweating through the gym's windows.
Peyton rolls her eyes as Gypsy and Sierra run off. ”Those two are no fun,” she says, looking over shoulder at Myth. ”Looks like it’s just you and me now. And here I am, all locked up with no way to stop you from doing anything you want to me...” She bites her lip enticingly.
Peyton continues on along Sierra's smooth thigh. As he lips near the treasure nestled between them, she pauses and looks up at the other woman. Her eyes sparkle and she winks, but she mercifully passes over that part of her body and moves on to the lower part of her exposed belly...
Peyton nods. She saunters over to Sierra and gets on her knees. She looks up and smiles, her shackled hands in front of her. Then she presses her lips to the top of Sierra's foot, slowly working her way up...
Peyton gasps at the sudden rough treatment. With her hands cuffed, she is powerless to resists Myth's advances--not that she wanted to, anyway. She moans into the Outsider's mouth, writhing her hips, and when Myth finally pulls away and asks the question, she replies with a quiet, "Dare."
Peyton giggles when she sees the clothes Myth has returned with. "Naughty alien! Be right back." She ducks out of the room, returning a few moments later. She is wearing the bright red thong--and nothing else. "So? Everything you hoped for?" she asks, turning and bending over a bit to show off her toned rear end. She seems unconcerned by her state of near-nudity.
Peyton's eyes widen. She whistles appreciatively as she sees Sierra's panties. "Oh, yeah, now it's a real party!"
”Bah, no fun!” Peyton pouts. When Sierra runs out of money, she shrugs. ”You all pooh-poohed my clothing idea, so somebody else can decide the new forfeit. Or maybe we should just end the game and declare Sierra the loser!”
"I dare you to prank call Centurion and say something to make him angry!" Peyton declares.
The question seems to take Peyton aback. She hesitates, then looks down at the floor. "Emotional connection? No, I don't... I haven't had one yet. But it would be nice..." She clears her throat and quickly turns to Sierra. "Truth or dare?"
"I'll do a truth this time," Peyton says with a smirk.
"Start here and here," Peyton says helpfully, putting Gypsy's hands on Myth's smooth back. "Now, just find the knots and work them out..."
Peyton nudges Sierra, grinning. Her phone is out and recording the whole show.
"Alright. I dare you to give Gypsy a lap dance," Peyton says to Myth. She leans closer to him. "She likes girls, so maybe you could do something to put her more at ease?"
"You can't? Well, let me give my fans a closer look then," Peyton replies. She holds her towel open and flashes Gypsy's phone for several seconds, sticking her tongue out.
”Sure! Be right back!” Sierra pauses only to strip out of her pajamas before streaking to the pool! She climbs up on the top rock before leaping down, back first, into the water! She hits with a loud splash, laughing and wincing a bit from the hard impact. ”Ouch,” she says, wrapping a towel around herself. ”Okay, Myth’s turn. Truth or dare?”
"Dare!" Peyton says enthusiastically.
Peyton laughs. ”Worth it for that reaction! Okay, okay, how about you gotta put a dollar into the pot for each forfeit, and at the end we use that money for something fun?”
”You gotta lose an article of clothing as a forfeit,” Peyton says, eyes sparkling.
"This place is b$+#$in'" Peyton says once the tour completes. She grins at Myth. "I haven't picked a room yet. Want to share?" *** "Yes! Let's do it! Truth or dare!" Peyton cheers.
Roused from her torpor, Peyton rolls over to look up at Myth and Sierra, inadvertently exposing her bare breasts. ”Hmm? Oh, you can have the towel back.” She stands and stretches languidly, then finally reaches for her top and ties it back on. ”A tour sounds great! I’ll tag along!” she says with a grin.
"Ooooooh..." Peyton lets out a sigh of utter contentment. She doesn't move. She's not sure she'd be able to even if she wanted to. She's completely at Myth's mercy. He could do anything he wants to her now, and she would not protest...
Peyton shrugs as Sierra floats away. "Sure thing, girl," she says. She lays out in the spot Sierra just vacated and gestures to Myth. "You wanna get in on this action? Rub me down the way I showed you the other day."
Peyton smirks mischievously. As Sierra relaxes more, she slowly works her hands up the other woman's legs, making her way toward her thighs...
"Mmhmm. Magic hands. Now sit back and relax, girl," Peyton says. She grunts with effort as she tries to work out the inexorable knots!
"Welcome to the party, Myth!" Peyton says with an excited wave. She had been spending a lot of time with the handsome Outsider the past few days, and not much of it involved clothing. Seeing Sierra still remaining a bit stiff, she climbs out of the water and sits cross-legged at her feet. "You know, when I'm feeling tense, a foot massage usually helps me relax. May I?" If given the go-ahead, Peyton begins to squeeze and rub Sierra's feet...
"It looks like you need some help remembering how to do that," Peyton observes with a wry smile.
Peyton rolls her eyes, "I said, you look like you've got a lot on your mind! Want to talk about it?"
Peyton dives into the pool, swimming back and forth a few times as she gets her body warmed up. After a bit, she pulls up onto the side of the pool and gazes at Sierra. She waves to get her attention. "You good, girl? You look like you've got a lot on your mind."
"No ravers. Got it," Peyton says with a wink. She, too, is impressed by the base, her eyes lighting up when she sees the supercomputer. She whistles enthusiastically as Solaria emerges in her bikini. "Looking good, girl! Allow me to join you!" She ducks into her room, emerging a few minutes later in a white micro bikini. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" she declares, racing toward the pool!
"Oh. Heh, well, a lot of that is just for show," Peyton snickers. "To get the people watching excited. That's not very practical... But there are a variety of different positions you can try to change how it feels. And there are, ah, toys and such that you can also use... I'd be more than happy to further your education in these matters." She climbs on top of Myth again and presses her lips against his.
Peyton bites her lip as Myth approaches her. The sounds of their shared passion are lost to the wind... Afterwards, she sighs contentedly and lays in Myth's arms. "Mmm. That was incredible. Have you done that before?"
Mirth turns to terror as Myth hauls Payload up, up, and away! She hangs on for dear life, knowing that it's a long way down. Peyton is all prepared to curse Myth out when they finally land, but his amorous look causes her to stop short. Her own eyes gleam mischievously. "You know, I made sure they rubbed the oil everywhere. Would you like to see?" She doesn't wait for an answer. Within moments, her already skimpy costume is on the roof beside her, and she is standing there, naked and glistening in the sun...
Payload laughs hysterically. She's staring at Gypsy's chest, and it's not hard to guess that she's imagining the Nova's boobs bouncing in the breeze...
Peyton puffs out her chest a bit more at the nice words from Solaria. Once safely backstage, she gives the Legacy a friendly punch on the shoulder. "Hey, thanks for saying all that junk. I mean, we already knew how much I rocked it during that fight, but now they do, too! You're a good one, girl."
She grins when Moon introduces herself. "Oh, I like her," she remarks.
As Solaria takes the lead in addressing the crowd, Payload spends her time posing in ways to best show off her oiled-up body. She waves and winks at people in the crowd, but most of them just mutter and shake their heads. Scowling behind her mask, she steps back beside Myth. "Yeah, well, f@$# them, too. Don't they know awesome when it's standing right in front of them?"
Payload has kept her mask on as the peons pamper her, but she is loving all the attention. She has requested some of the handsomer men to rub oil on her body so that her abs glisten under the camera lights, but whether they will actually fulfill that request remains to be seen. ”This is my first time, but I am more than ready for my close-up! It’s about time the world gets to see me for the star that I am!” she proclaims.
Payload shrugs. "Gypsy? Yeah, she's boring," she says. "Aside from the immense magical power that she can barely control, at least. She's cute enough, but she's got a stick up her butt about lots of things. You'd be better off keeping your focus on somebody cool like me, if you wanna be cool, too!"
Peyton giggles. "You've got a way with words, big guy. So... you think I'm hot like fire, but do you think I'm cool? That's a human expression that means awesome!"
As Gypsy and Solaria head off, Peyton links her arm with Myth's. "Come on, big guy, let's take a walk." The pair stroll through one of Bay City's larger parks, enjoying the summer breeze and warmth of the evening. "Sorry about lashing out at you before," Peyton says after a while. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I can be a little prickly sometimes. But I like you. A lot. So I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me. So...you forgive me?"
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