And Then I Became the Villainess' Clothing... (Chapter 3)

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I feel like I've seen this movie before...

The sound of running water, a shower in full flow.

I hear the torrent of water dribbling and trickling in irregular patterns as a beautiful woman enjoys the warmth of her private moment.

Silently her face expresses her delight as if the soothing water reinvigorates her soul.

Behind the curtain, the bathroom door silently opens.

A shadow approaches, closer and closer unseen by the beauty in her intimate time alone.

Tension grows as readily as the steam filling the air.

Closer now, closer, almost visible through the semi-transparent shower curtain.

With a swift motion, the curtain is grabbed and swept swiftly to the side.

She turns, laying eyes upon the invader.

A scream, high-pitched and visceral.

An implement plunges through the air towards the flailing, showering woman.

In my mind I hear the short, sharp stabs of stringed instruments.

'Yes! Yes!' She exclaims, but that's not how it usually goes...

Again and again, invading shapes plunge through the air as dark liquid mixes with the perfect clarity of the running water.

I've definitely seen this movie before, but now I'm a part of it!

Am I the showering woman? The 'Psycho'? Yes.

And also the 'knife'... except I'm not really a knife.

I glisten like a knife, but I'm liquid; I surge towards the showering woman, but rather than stab, I smother.

I surge across her body, coating the gorgeous woman as she welcomes me in, taking handfuls of me to coat herself and share the warm water with me, her living clothing.

'~Mmm~ Thought you'd join me for a shower, did you?' Lady Lucretia Araminta Cladis purrs as she runs her hands across me, across herself, across us.

'~Ahhh~ Normally I'd be mad, but you feel just as good as the shower does.' She whispers as I wrap around her every inch, soaking in her warmth like a comfort blanket while forming tightly into a skintight suit right up to her neck.

This is definitely not how the film goes, it's so much better!

“I wanted to feel you again...” I explain to my wearer through carefully choreographed and practised caresses in all the right places to use our 'language'.

Together we raise Lady Cladis' hands and pull open my neckline, welcoming the torrent of water inside me, moisturising the space between us.

This is even better and as my self control continues to improve, I use my water-tight nature and sticky disposition to redirect the water, rubbing it over Lucretia's skin like hands massaging lovingly.

'~Mmm~ Me too.' Lady Cladis coos in response to my words and touch, her hips swaying as I reach out a tendril to sweep up a still dry bar of soap. 'I should have thought of this- ~OH!~'

She pauses mid-thought and chuckles darkly as she feels her living black latex bodysuit suddenly bulge around a foreign object, slick and quickly lathering. '-from the start!'

She concludes as I pulse and wriggle, moving the now slick bar of soap around inside myself, leaving trails of lather in my wake all over Lucretia's skin.

It feels so good... Her warmth, the lubrication, the moisture... It all makes up a heady scene that makes me want to take things further, but I know who's in charge really.

Her hands dance across me, aiding in my precise and insistent attempts to bathe the villainess.

'That's enough soap for me...' She tells me, but she doesn't need to, she's absolutely caked in bubbles; between us is a thin layer of lather that lets me slip and slide over every perfect inch of her with haste and gusto.

Lucretia opens her neckline again and tenses her body to launch the bar of soap out from my insides before snatching it out of the air with precise reflexes and control.

'Your turn...' Her ladyship purrs and begins lathering my outside up with smooth, loving motions, her hands and the delightfully hot water promising me a sheen she can be proud to wear.

“~Thankyou~” I 'say' in as slow and pleasurable a way as possible as she manoeuvres the soap masterfully, gradually getting further and further down our collective, firm abdomen.

'You want to do that again, don't you?' Lady Cladis asks in a whisper, her tone as firm and commanding as always, even when I can hear the eagerness in her tone.

'To feel that...' She continues as she slowly bends forwards to lather my inner thighs, her hand dangerously close to the very tight seal I'm making over her womanhood, '-to taste me again?'

I can't help but hum, vibrating excitedly against her, my body language enough to tell her without a word what I think of the idea we first explored last night with a little... help.

'I've got a better idea first...' Lucretia hums softly and drops the soap. Her hands dance back up our torso, tracing her voluptuous curves and the glistening shapes of her bosom.

'It's time we went the whole way.' She announces confidently, brooking no argument.

“You mean...” She answers my question before I can even ask it by making her touch more forceful against my neckline. “-you do mean...!”

I feel my tight, but still liquid essence stretch as she uses the warmth of the shower to slather me up to the bottom of her chin.

I grip it like a climbing wall's hand hold and use the hot water to wash the last of the lather out of myself through microporous holes in her gleaming latex socks.

'The whole... way!' Lady Cladis repeats as her slick palms rub me up her cheeks to her ears.

I can't imagine how it must sound to her, the water bouncing off my surface all around her body; with her ears now inside, it must sound like the soft patter of rain outside. A gentle moan escapes her lips, must be good.

She reaches back to ply me away from the back of her head while her other hand pushes her usually full-bodied, classically stylish hair – now slicked down and wet – inside the neckline.

I aid her by slithering up over the top of her hair, plastering it down, now feeling so tight I can barely control myself, stretched to my limits like I've verging on something intensely blissful.

With a slow and sensual motion, Lady C dresses her scalp in me, pulling me so tight I begin quivering.

“Oh god...” I vibrate as best I can to make my feelings clear on the matter as I feel Lucretia's fingertips trace the last limits of me around the outside of her face like a mask.

'The...' She gently whispers, her lips quivering in apparent bliss as she pushes me closer to her lips from below and her brow from above.

'whole...' She insists, stretching me between her fingertips like a web to cross the gap of her mouth and stick me to her upper lip. Meanwhile her other palm pulls my quivering forehead down to stick to her sharp, wicked cheekbones.

'-WAY!' She almost shouts as she seals me tight! Her voice is muffled inside me but it escapes through those same microporous holes I can create anywhere on her body for breathability.

She's physically shaking, but so am I!

I feel like an elastic band, pulled to the very limits of my potential as if this exact shape in this exact moment is exactly what I exist for.

I feel complete, intact in a way I can't recall ever feeling in this life or the last.

That old world seems like little more than a memory at this point, despite only having been here for less than two days.

At a moment like this, I don't even care that I'm not from this world and that I probably don't belong here.

I don't even care about all the crazy, cliché things that happen here like scenes ripped straight out of some movie that I know before I've even seen it.

All that matters is this moment; this tight, complete, entwined moment of me - as clothing - discovering ecstasy all over again!

Then Lady Cladis moves.

“~NUHHHH!~” I say even though I can't say that word with our 'body' language; it isn't even a word, but Lady Cladis hears it because I'm vibrating while tightly coating her ears.

I'm like a drum so even though my vibration is gentle and rippling, she hears the tone I unintentionally create in the style of ASMR.

'~MHMM~' She responds, knowing exactly what I mean as her hands once more slide down her... or rather our... body.

FUUUUUCK! I'm so tight to her that every inch is only a millimetre thick, but every subtle movement creates a whole body sensation I can't even explain.

She's just jiggling her hips and touching me for now, but her fingertips now trace the obvious peaks of her labia, shamelessly presented beneath my surface because there's not enough of me to do otherwise.

'~Mmm~' She purrs as her fingertips and my gloves gently trace between them, feeling the stiff, reinforced rubber coating as if testing our tensile strength.

'Next time.' With those two words, she flicks our hand artfully away from our most intimate space and swiftly grabs the shower taps to stop the flow of water.

'Wh-what?! NO!' I express my displeasure with actual words into both of her ears in that moment; feeling denied, feeling used and frustrated.

'~Mhmhmhm~' Lady Cladis chuckles through my full face black rubber mask, her breath hot and condensing inside me despite the almost invisible holes in my fabric that allow her to breathe.

'A terrible time to remind you who's in charge, right?' She's... amused by this!

'~Tch!~' I scoff, but I see her point.

I'm a stranger here after all; a weapon, a guest, a very special uniform.

'You're right, sorry...' I apologise, the last thing I want - especially as we climb out of the shower and I feel the perfect snugness of my fit once again – is to cross Lady Cladis.

I'm only now really beginning to see things from her perspective and feel like a valued part of this organisation.

'Wait, hold on a second...' I contemplate my own thought.

'This is gonna sound like a real shower thought kinda question, but...' Before I can ask, I hear her chuckle and tilt her head.

'A shower thought?!' She laughs some more. 'Ahahaha, I get it... The same way I come up with my best plans in the shower, right?' She asks, waiting to see if she understood the phrase properly.

Apparently they don't have a phrase for it here... but never mind that!

'Yeah, but... I never found out what your organisation's even called!' I point out, that's like... genuinely wild!

I've been near enough ready to give my life to Lady Cladis and her enterprise without even knowing something as basic as that!

'Huh...' She ponders, slouching to one side and sliding her hand up her hips; we're still dripping wet, but I really don't have enough give in me to reach out and grab a towel right now.

I've basically squeezed every stray drop off her skin, I really am that tight... but I'm still damp on the outside, not that it's necessarily a bad thing, I'm living rubber after all, as waterproof as it gets.

'I suppose we never did have that conversation, did we?' Glad I'm not the only one who didn't notice.

'So what's it gonna be? Death-brand Incorporated?' I joke,'New World Order LLC.?' I almost silently chuckle some more. 'Global Domination Enterprises?' I can barely contain my amusement, but the more I think about it, the more likely it seems like this crazy place might value such hokey names!

'~Hmm...~' Lucretia shifts her pose and strokes our chin as if thinking deeply about this, 'Why can't my advisors come up with things like that? Those are some phenomenal names!'

'They're really not.' I cut her off before she can take this line of thought any further.

'They're terrible names!'

'You really think so?' She says, sounding almost disappointed with my response as she grabs a luxurious bath towel and begins wiping away the few beads of water still clinging to my latexy surface.

'I beg to differ, but if you don't like those...' I can feel her expression change, I can't quite tell but it almost feels and looks like she's grimacing awkwardly.

'~Hhh...~' I sigh in her ears, 'You know what? I don't even need to know.'

Probably for the best, that.

Yep, I'm good.

With a shrug that says she's already forgotten the conversation, she skilfully tosses the towel back on the rack and swaggers out of the bathroom door into her sleeping quarters.

'Ah...' Lady Cladis reacts to the naked form on her bed, her voice still restrained to something soft and muffled by my skintight hood.

'He's still asleep.' She contemplates, laying her head to the side in one hand as she looks at the man I know as 'Sir Colt Pendragon', he's really out of it!

'You're surprised?' I almost gasp in response, 'After what we... did... to him last night?' I can't help but ripple a little across Lucretia's form.

'~Mhmhm~' She chuckles back, 'It was fun, wasn't it?'

'It was!' I'd never experienced anything quite like it and to finally feel the intimate touch of my wearer was something special. 'It was honestly impressive Sir Pendragon even managed to last a full half an hour. What a specimen...'

When confronted by the seemingly endless endurance and superhuman power that Lady Cladis enjoys while wearing me '-he kept going like a trooper 'til his body just gave out. You think you should call a doctor for him or something?'

Lucretia gives a sassy little shimmy as if enjoying the memories and the reality of our collective power.

'For him?' She asks, sashaying closer with gyrating hips to approach the almost comatose giant male, his hair still bearing the marks of the sweat his exertions caused; even his copious chest hair still clings fast to his impressive pectorals.

'No...' Lady Cladis responds at length as our creaking, polished form noisily squats down next to him, her gloved hand stroking his face, 'he's a big boy, he'll live.'

'~Hmm?~' I sense something in the softness of her touch and her tone, 'Is this man important to you, Lady Cladis?'

I feel her tense up as if stung by the question before settling down, seeming to see me as not a threat.

'Colt was with me from the start, my first henchman... He's loyal to a fault... I don't know what he'd do without me.'

Just as Lucretia seems to be settling into a sentimental moment quite unlike her usual demeanour, another thought washes over me.

'It was informative also.' I say, trying to alleviate the tension.

'Mmm, who knew you could gain more mass by absorbing...' She simply smirks, I know the answer and so does she.

'Mhmm, it was only a little, but it should prove useful... If only I could do more with it to help you.' I consider mindfully.

'Don't get me wrong, we can do incredible things, but I just feel like I can do more to-' a buzzing sound from her desk interrupts me. Oh well, it can wait I guess...

With a slow rise, signalled by the strained sounds of my tight rubber form, she rises and struts over to the desk, her body language speaking to the enjoyment she gets from wearing me.

As she reaches down to the intercom, I open over her face and peel back. It's hard to peel back gently, the tension makes me feel like I might just twang back to her neck the moment I open.

I manage to frame her face like a mask I seem to think I've seen before, maybe a generic latex mask, like some kinda domina... or maybe I once saw this in a movie about a cat burglar... oh well, I forget.

{KZZT. Lady Cladis, apologies for the interruption.} The voice on the line says nervously, clearly aware that his wellbeing depends entirely upon the boss lady's state of mind.

'It's fine. Report.' An affable state of mind apparently, I wonder why that might be? I catch myself rippling ever so slightly as I realise I might be to thank.

{As per your orders, Agent Signatis is arriving soon.} Oh right, I heard something about this yesterday.

As far as I can understand, Lady Cladis' undertakings are rather complex; she wasn't satisfied with just sitting around even while working on the plan to bring me here apparently.

Dozens of agents, undercover and otherwise operate around the world doing all sorts of... I don't even know what, but I hope they aren't doing anything good.

Wait... I hope that they aren't? Gahd, I'm really getting into this super-villainy thing!

'Perfect.' Lady Cladis smiles, powerfully putting her hands on her hips as she considers this news. 'Escort her to the planning room. I'll be there shortly.'

Without another word, we swagger towards the door.

'Your Ladyship, would you like me to-' She cuts me off, seeming to read my mind.

'No, you're right where I want you. Buuut...' She turns towards a mirror and I get to see my phenomenal glistening black self, a carapace of living, skintight loveliness.

I could almost fall for myself and it seems Lucretia thinks similarly.

I watch as she reaches up to our face with with her fingertips reshapes the edges of the opening around her face as if I'm made of playdough.

When she's done, her mask looks... intimidating! Like phwoar, seductively powerful, but... seriously intimidating!

'~Mhmhm~' I feel her laugh, 'You like this look too, eh?'

It's hard to keep secrets when every subtle movement I make is like a poker tell, giving away exactly how I'm feeling.

'Oh yes, M'lady. Looking every bit the evil genius!' My next movement is far more intentional, kneading her shoulders as if psyching up my fighter for the big bout.

'I am, aren't I?' She smirks with a wicked glare, 'Oh and about the point you made earlier, about wanting to be able to do more?'

We swivel confidently towards the door as she concludes: 'You're going to want to listen closely to what Agent Signatis has to say!'

'That must make you feel incredible...' I whisper into Lady Cladis' ears, 'The way they stand to attention the moment you enter the room, terror etched across their faces.' It makes me feel pretty powerful by association, but my wearer seems to barely even notice.

So much so that she completely ignores my words and instead looks over her mooks with a judgemental eye before settling on a single, rather haggard looking woman, clearly the agent in question.

'Welcome back, Agent Signatis.' Her Ladyship offers the slightest of breaks in her stern decorum, enough to bring a flush of warmth and delight to the young woman's face as she brushes a lock of hair from her face.

'Talk to me.' She orders calmly, striding slowly forwards into a room that, now I think about it, I've never seen before.

Screens and mysterious devices dot the room. It seems strange that I might not know what half of these things do considering this whole set seems to otherwise be from sometime in the 70s.

'Yes, M'lady...' The agent eases her pose and reaches into a pocket, looking for something.

Meanwhile I take a moment to look around at everyone else gathered around; they're all stood at attention facing a central console in the middle of the impressive yet confined room full of technology.

Each one seems dressed for action, looking like a mix between a S.W.A.T. team and a terrorist cell. Just what the hell are they gearing up for?!

'Wha?!' I exclaim emphatically, but only Lady Cladis hears my surprise as the central console lights up, projecting a holographic display of what has to be this planet's globe into the air above it. 'How...? What is...?'

Surely that kind of technology shouldn't even be possible! Wait, what am I saying? This place seems to run on a completely different set of rules to my old world, of course they have impossible technology in what should be fifty years ago, duh!

'As you know, M'lady, I was stationed undercover in a facility run by our enemies, the Global Organization for Orderly Defence against Unaligned Nefarious Syndicates-'

'The... G.O.O.D. U.N.S.?!' I ask in disbelief. Heaven help me, these names! If I could face-palm, I would face-palm!

'I'm well aware, agent...' Lady Cladis calmly responds, but her face is a mix of impatience and intense focus.

'Well...' The agent gulps, looking up from the display at my wearer who crosses her arms under her sizeable bosom; the agent seems to be torn between fear and trying desperately to please Lady Cladis.

The dedication all around me is almost mind-blowing; I'm starting to wonder if Lucretia holds some kind of dirty on everyone here. Says I, co-operating just as willingly...

'Seventy two hours ago, a large mobilisation took place...' The agent fiddles with the map, and with some serious future tech shenanigans the globe zooms into show the back entrance to what seems to be a well hidden base hidden inside a casino.

More than that, the holographic image comes to life showing the exact scene described.

'A full battalion of G.O.O.D. U.N.S. troops escorted a maximum security package into the main vault of the facility.' She continues, and with some more chicanery brings up an entire underground schematic of the facility intertwined seamlessly into the casino above.

'Woah! How did she ever get that?! Impressive!' I can't help but react, maybe there are some real experts in amongst this cohort... beyond the obviously intimidating senior henchwoman I've met, of course!

'And you have reason to believe that this package is one of the Force Stones?' Lucretia asks without batting an eyelid at calling whatever she's looking for something so... cheesy.

'Wait... Stones?! Like the Arch stone you used to summon me here?' A simple nod is all it takes to confirm my suspicion, OK now I'm interested!

'Yes, Lady Cladis...' Responds the clearly very gifted agent, reaching into another pocket and retrieving a crumpled piece of paper covered in specks of blood and dirt.

She rounds the table, clearly hobbling and gives a slight hiss of pain. Oh snap, seems this wasn't easy to get hold of, whatever it is...

With something like a sneer and nothing like sympathy, Lady Cladis takes the almost completely ruined piece of paper and unfolds it for us to look at.

A letter... 'Sergeant Blair... hum murdy dur... ensure safe passage... yadda yadda... Stone of Rigour! Aha!'

'Excellent!' Lady Cladis grins wickedly as she reads it, 'Surely this proves it, commendable work, Agent Signatis!' She grins at the hard working and worn out young woman whose face lights up in response.

'Does it?' I ask, my savvy mind far too cautious perhaps, 'What if it's a decoy? Meant to lure your forces out?' Am I being neurotic? 'I swear there's a non-zero chance that I'm right!'

'Hmm...' Lady Cladis seems to consider my point of view, looking back down at the letter. '-perhaps... no.' She says; to the gathered mooks she's talking to herself for a moment.

She drops the paper and raises her hands to gently touch the neck and shoulders of the wounded agent.

'You poor girl, this really took all you had, didn't it?' Lucretia asks, suddenly exuding an almost maternal warmth I've never seen from her before.

'What a gifted agent you have here, M'lady...' I comment, feeling proud for the young agent.

The agent seems overcome by the moment and a single tear escapes her left eye... Is that emotion? Or is it...? 'Y-Yes, M'lady... I...'

'DON'T DO IT!' I shout into Lady Cladis' ears, staying the execution she's about to commit.

'She's too useful, no matter what message you think you'll send!' I do my best to try and talk some sense into my wearer, her unshakeable hands positioned exactly where she would to snap the young woman's neck.

'There is no place in my organisation for the weak...' She tells the terrified woman in her grasp, loud enough for the even more tense and terrified unit of soldiers to hear.

'They're ready to march into hell for you already, Lucretia... It's not worth losing such a capable asset.' I don't even know why she's decided on this path to begin with, honestly...

'Look at this...' I suddenly feel the sole of my foot against the paper Lucretia dropped. 'Covered in mud and blood!'

I'm still trying to wrap my head around why Lady Cladis would want to do this while she looks over the almost shaking soldiers she has prepared.

'If you'd have been captured and tortured... they'd have learnt everything about us!' She chastises the woman whose life I seem to have saved; fingers crossed.

'Holy hell, that's why you wanted to execute her?! Because she might have failed?!' I exclaim into Lady Cladis' ear, 'She didn't fail! What kind of message would getting rid of such a useful asset send?!'

God almighty, I really am in a crazy spy movie where the villainess can't help but shoot herself in the foot!

I'm starting to realise quite how much she needs my... advice.

'Silence!' Lucretia exclaims and even though it's aimed at me, the soldiers twitch even more!

'We are going to launch an infiltration mission into this facility.' She releases the woman who stumbles back and instructs the gathered soldiers with a forceful tone.

'You will be the distractionary force...' She steps forwards to the map device, pushing Agent Signatis out of the way.

'You will launch an organised invasion of the casino front for this facility.' She manipulates the map while I think, completely missing most of what's being said.

At this point I know I'm in a crazy world where everything is stacked against me... And I'm on the side that's destined to lose if we keep doing all the stupid shit Lady Cladis seems almost compelled to do!

What the hell do I do about this?!

Do I defect? Join the other side for my own good?

That doesn't... feel right somehow.

It also seems kinda... cowardly?

'Kill the security, take the most valuable hostages you have, reinforce your position and make as much noise as possible!' She orders, my attention slowly coming back to the plan.

'Your job will be to draw as many of the G.O.O.D. U.N.S. forces as possible away from the underground facility...'

'Isn't that a bit of a suicide mission? Against a full battalion?!' I try to reason with Lady Cladis, I have to start talking some sense into her soon before things begin to spiral!

'Meanwhile I will infiltrate the facility and steal the Stone of Rigour!'

'Oh right, that makes sense...'

'Wait...'

'You mean you..you?! And ME?!' Wait-wait-wait... 'You want ME to go in there against a full army of enemy soldiers?!'

Lady Cladis doesn't even seem to care what my lily-livered ass has to say, instead she approaches one of the terrified soldiers, reaching up to stroke their hidden face gently while locking him with her unblinking eyes.

'I don't need to tell you what will happen if you're caught, do I?' She asks, the atmosphere still primed by the near execution of someone that didn't even really fail.

'No, Lady Cladis!' The soldiers collectively chant like it's a rehearsed routine.

Part of me would like to know, but the rest of me is too scared to ask. Lady Cladis cups her hands commandingly behind her back.

'Good. Launch bay, fifteen minutes.' She calmly orders and turns back towards the central display as the soldiers filter out leaving only my wearer and I with the haggard woman who delivered all this information to begin with.

'L-Lady Cladis, I'm sorry... That it made such stiff work out of sourcing this information!' The young Agent exclaims, her eyes pleading for a further stay of execution.

'I will train, become stronger, smarter, better!' She promises with a vigour I find genuinely compelling.

'You're lucky, little lady...' Lady Cladis responds and takes methodical strides towards the shaking other woman, like a predator stalking her prey.

'If it hadn't been for this friend of mine...' She raises her hand, my black, squeaking glove presented inches in front of her face, '-you'd be dead already.' Lucretia clenches a fist that creaks loudly and threateningly as if to suggest the Agent was moments away from being squashed like a bug.

'You have one more chance, Agent.' She leans in close, her breath hot against the face of the wounded young thing quivering like a leaf. 'I expect you to deliver on every one of your promises.'

Talk about harsh, sheesh! She did such a phenomenal service already and Lady C wants MORE?!

'I swear on my life that I won't let you down, your Ladyship!' Despite her fear, she promises with all of her heart. 'I will dedicate my life even more to satisfying our great design!'

'~Hmm?~' Lady Cladis gently unfurls her hand, measuring the woman's responses; she's giving her the chance to shy away, to try and escape; it's a measure of her actual dedication, I can tell.

Agent Signatis holds her ground, inhaling sharply and puffing out her chest, arms folded behind her to surrender herself entirely to her Mistress' mercy.

'Good girl.' Lucretia purrs and gently pats the young agent on the cheek twice. 'Get to it then.' She commands and received a fiercely tense salute in response.

We turn to watch the young woman march out with as much poise and professionalism as she can manage despite her injuries.

'Why do you insist on questioning my methods?' Lucretia asks me, turning her eyes back to her hand as if speaking to me face-to-face.

'Why...?' Is she serious?! 'Why?!' I repeat, 'That agent brought back the exact intel you required from behind enemy lines, fought to the point of personal injury and looked at you as if she'd do anything in the world to please you... And you were ready to kill her to send a message!'

'Make it make sense, please...' I challenge her, even though I know I shouldn't. She tilts her head and curls her lip like I'm talking crazy.

'Excellence is expected, not rewarded.' She simply replies.

'Well thanks to my intervention you just avoided being one “excellent” hand short when the base is inevitably invaded by your enemies...' I'm not crazy, I'm not! I have seen this one before!

'Invaded?!' Lady Cladis' body language suddenly tenses up as if I know something to be afraid of in the immediate term. 'Who did you learn of this attack from?!'

'Wha...? You... can't be serious...?' How are we operating on such different wavelengths here?

'You know they might attack us... right?' I ask, not sure how to put this really, 'Well remember when I told you about those things called ”stories”?'

'In those “stories”, stealing from the good guys and sending your “legions of darkness” into suicide missions is what I would call a “flag”. A sure sign that they are going to counter attack at some point! Probably when you're at your weakest.' I explain as best I can, this must seem like total nonsense to her.

I am starting to feel a bit crazy now, trying to reason using my own memory of clichés to argue sense in what's now my real life... That sounds crazy even to me... Am I sure these stories even existed? That old world seems so distant already.

'A... flag... I see.' Lady Cladis ponders my words, stroking her chin. 'So you have experience of this happening before, then!'

'Uhh...' Oh, how do I answer that? Hmm...

'Yes... and no?' Is about the best I can do, 'I just... know it's going to happen!'

'Oh, so you can see the future?!' Her entire body language changes with this new information.

'That's...' Hmm, actually, 'That's not a bad way of thinking about it!' I consider, 'Though I can't be 100% sure, it's a bit like déjà vu!'

'Ahh, fascinating...' Lady Cladis continues to stroke her chin, striding slowly around the console. 'So it's a kind of instinct your people have... most interesting!'

Look, if it'll make her listen, I'm happy to go with that!

'Alright, my dear...' She strikes a pose as if to confirm she's done with this subject, 'Consider yourself promoted from weapon... to advisor!'

'Oh, that's a good first step. Thanks!' ”Thanks”? I really did just say ”Thanks for the promotion, evil boss lady”, didn't I? I'm so god-damned hopeless at this whole evildoer thing, good grief!

'Don't thank me yet...' I sense her grin wickedly, 'If your intuition fails you, the consequences will be dire!' She makes her point very clear. 'And if Agent Signatis fails to live up to my expectations, I'll consider you equally to blame for making me spare her.'

Uh oh... I may have really done it now!
'Let's see how you get on in your first real job.' She warns, loosening up her shoulders and heading for the exit, 'The Stone of Rigour awaits!'

'M'lady, we're approaching the facility. Three minutes out.' I hear the helicopter's pilot announce into Lady Cladis' earpiece contained within my suit.

So as to the question I had of what kind of base her Ladyship operates... Apparently a nondescript high rise building in the business district of an urban centre is the best form of camouflage known to man.

I know, an evil empire hidden in amongst banks and insurance firms, you couldn't make it up.

I don't have time to think about any of that right now, but it's a useful distraction while my nerves are being shredded.

We're on our way to play cat burglar in a heavily reinforced military facility and I hate everything about this plan!

I'm finding some solace and safety in her Ladyship's closeness (and I mean closeness!) but even when presenting myself to the world as a glistening full body stealth suit surrounded by military equipment, I'm ill at ease.

'I don't like this...' I murmur to Lucretia as we look out of the helicopter's open door.

Down below us the skyline of a city sweeps by, glistening with lights how my old home used to.

It's hard to tell, but it's almost familiar down there.

As if I know this city, but also don't.

It's like London and Berlin and New York all at once... but it's like none of those at the same time.

'Is that intuition of yours kicking in?' Lady Cladis asks, muted from the accompanying soldiers by the nature of my current form.

At her instruction, I cleared myself away from her eyes and reinforced myself over her mouth to silence her breathing and speech, allowing for the best of all possibilities as her disguise.

'Mmm...' I contemplate; '-something about all this feels like... deja vu.'

An enemy aircraft, closing in on a hidden base...

Using the dead of night...

Either this is going to go spectacularly well and we'll catch them by surprise...

Or we're about to be shot out of the air if our enemies are even remotely capable!

'Lady Cladis, how well organised would you say that-' I can't believe I'm actually using the acronym- '-G.O.O.D. U.N.S. are?'

'Hmm,' She takes only a moment to think about it, apparently sensing my unease, '-they're the international organisation set up to counter threats from organisations like ours.'

'And they're well armed? With... say for example anti-aircraft weapons?'

'Anti...?' Her body language changes, her eyebrows raise, and she almost immediately stands to lean into the cockpit.

'Set us down here, we'll attack from a nearby rooftop!' She demands.

Thank god! I calm myself as that chopper changes direction while her Ladyship gestures to the squad of soldiers accompanying us; grapple hooks at the ready, naturally.

Why wouldn't they just happen to have grappling hooks to hand?

I'm just about ready to give up on the mere concept of surprise at this point!

The soldiers, rifles in hand, rapidly spill out onto the rooftop, spying everything out with professional, practised precision.

Lady Cladis drops from the vehicle without so much as breaking stride, her poise and grace a joy to behold from the best seat in the house.

'This is going to make things a little trickier, but I'm trusting you here.' She says to me, but my gut says I'm right.

We approach the edge of the rooftop and yet I don't feel even a little queasy as I look down over the exact building the report said we were going to find.

Apparently vertigo isn't a thing if you don't have the physical components of an equilibrium. That's nice, I guess.

Still, it's a long way down...

A looooong way-?!

FWOOOOOSH!

I hear that sound that movies have made me associate with a missile launching.

A trail of smoke traces through the sky to my right behind a glowing projectile.

Then there's an explosion!

A fireball lights up the rooftop!

The dismantled shrapnel of the helicopter we were just in rains down around us!

Rotor blades spin away into the night.

'Well...!' Lady Cladis announces with an air while the remains of our transport fall from the sky in a shower of white hot, shredded metal.

'You really do have a knack for this!' She chuckles, apparently impressed.

Did she not just see several million dollars worth of helicopter explode?!

'Alright-' She shouts, gathering the attention of the shaken soldiers.

'We're out of time, get in there and start making some noise!' She demands, her troops ready to jump-to almost immediately despite the change of plans.

This is all so crazy...

I keep feeling like I'm in some kind of movie, so I should be the one that's calm and in control...

But now that I'm actually in the movie, seeing and feeling it happen all around me... I keep being overcome by this sense of dumbfounded amazement; in her Ladyship's abilities and right now in her leadership!

It's all good to know the theory, but Lady Cladis has a knack for praxis that I can't even begin to replicate!

As we watch the five-strong, heavily armed squad slide away into the night on their naturally perfectly used grappling hooks, I get a sense of Lucretia's calm.

'I'm so damned nervous!' I admit, I want her to know that I'm a bundle of nerves by comparison. 'I've never done anything like this before... Not even close!'

I feel her breath against my inner surface and her arms around me a moment later.

'Be calm.' She coos, her voice suddenly soothing and reassuring all alone on this rooftop.

'I wouldn't have brought you if I thought you'd be in danger.'

Wait... really?!

That's...

Probably the single most reassuring thing she could have said in this moment!

'You might not have ever done this before, but I have.' She calmly admits.

'Oh... Well that's comforting.' I reply; it really is!

I'm not just accompanying her on this mission like some disposable extra destined to die and push the plot forwards, no... I am her! More or less.

I can fall back on her skill, abilities and experience.

I can also fall back on this comforting, full body sensation of having her so close.

Lucretia's quite literally shaping and moulding me in a way that makes me feel invincible.

Invincible... and amazing! Not sure I can it enough: being a super cool and sexy suit for this badass villainess makes me feel beyond incredible!

Part of me just wants to curl up and enjoy our intimate link, but we have a job to do!

While we await our signal to begin (the beginning of hostilities at the main entrance,) a calmness washes over me.

Lady C's confidence and aura is as pure as the winter wind that I'm only now noticing; I'm not cold and neither is her Ladyship.

It's a timely reminder of how incredible my powers are in this world and given how capable Lucretia seems to be, I'm sure we'll be fine.

'You used to be some kind of spy?' I ask, signalling my new confidence.

The bombshell who wears me relaxes a little, slouching onto one leg and standing akimbo while watching the scene below.

'Mhmm... For G.O.O.D. U.N.S. themselves to be exact.' She responds thoughtfully.

'Really?!' I ask in an almost knee-jerk reaction, but now that I think about it, yeah that's not all that surprising.

This is one I've definitely seen before!

Former super agent, disenfranchised by the system who rebels against it and becomes the villain.

Tale as old as cinema itself.

'I know their play-book inside and out... Because I all but wrote it.'

'Oh snap, so not just any old spy either?!'

'Heh... No.' Lady Cladis smirks to herself, seemingly finding this all very amusing.

'They really should have know what would happen, but the bleeding hearts just can't help themselves.' Maybe not a simple tale of renegade hero then...

There's so much more to this story that I want to learn more, but the sound of gunfire carrying on the wind cuts short our little moment.

'Time to see what you can really do, my alien friend!' Lady Cladis announces.

Before I can even ask what the game plan is, she's performing the most beautiful swan dive I've ever seen... off the top of this twenty storey building!

I know I should want to scream, but somehow this doesn't even feel like falling.

Probably something to do with being living goo that can just gloop(?) back together at the bottom.

'Ahaha-' Apparently Lady Cladis doesn't feel the same way, '-aha-WOOOO!'

Good job we're not trying to be stealthy or anything... I muffle her shout for both of our sakes.

Still, it's a natural reaction and it's almost endearing to find that even the villainess reacts naturally to a position no human being should ever find themselves in.

I should probably do something about the abrupt ending to this story approaching from below though.

Maybe the incredible strength we have together will be enough to break the fall, but if not Lucretia can't just... gloop... back together. (note to self: come up with a better word for how I move!)

At a moment like this, I can't depend on her Ladyship to come up with a plan; if I were her I wouldn't be thinking straight while falling at nearly terminal velocity either.

Feeling more comfortable with moving my mass around thanks to spending so long in this form, I readjust myself and grow my liquid latex out and down from the back of her shins like shock absorbers while reinforcing her soles.

The form looks a bit like those running blades I used to see in the Paralympics, but it's more just something I saw in a video game once.

We land heavily, Lady Cladis squatting low as we do and – just as planned – her cool new boots absorb all the pressure.

Aww yeah, now we're thinking with living latex!

As we land, the tight harness and belt attached to me jangles but holds fast, all of the tools Lady C brought reacting to our intense impact.

'YES!' Lady Cladis pants, her heart pounding so hard I can hear it.

'Incredible job!' She praises me.

I don't know when I started craving her praise, but those few words fill me with immense pride.

'Let's go, we'll stick to the shadows!' She instructs, darting behind a car as we scan the environment.

People are abandoning cars and running; mostly away from the casino, but some are running towards it.

The attraction that is the gunfire in the casino lobby tells us everything we need to know about who is really a civilian and who is just in disguise.

Even the pair of figures in street clothes left trying to look inconspicuous by the hidden entrance show all the signs of being exactly what they are: G.O.O.D. U.N.S. Agents!

We move with predatory grace, unparalleled speed and an agility like something from a completely different genre of film.

This sudden freedom to cut loose using all of our power feels amazing and with Lady Cladis' innate skill we dart from cover to cover like a phantom.

As obscure as a shadow dancing in the presence of a roaring flame, we make the darkness our weapon and once we're up against the building, Lucretia pounces up over a nearby wall.

Spinning in the air, we see the two covert guards standing unaware beneath us and almost by instinct I push Lady C's fingertips and toes against the wall.

My living rubber state seeps into the infinitesimal cracks and faults in the painted surface like hot rubber tires on a race track and we hold fast while inverted.

There's blood rushing to Lucretia's head like this, but she's already reaching into her belt for a weapon!

Drawing a combat knife, I release the wall when I know she's ready and this glistening, gymnastic infiltrator front flips to land on the first man's shoulders!

By the time he even begins to fall, Lucretia sticks the knife in!

SHICK!

SHLOCK!

SHNACK!

Three deadly strikes and she pounces off the still falling dead body, sweeping her knife with deadly precision across the other man's throat!

He can't even react to our presence fully before our immense power makes the cleanest cut never caught on film, the proverbial hot knife through butter!

The expert in Lucretia sees her continue to move, kicking the severed head into the bushes and shoving the second body into the shadows, just like she did with the first thanks to her precise and powerful pounce while he fell!

'Holy hell... Yooo! That was amazing!' I gush over Lady Cladis' display of expertise and power.

'Wasn't it just?' I sense her chuckle, apparently just as pleased with the results of our union as I am. 'This power is incredible!' She grins wickedly, her body language telling the tale of the wicked designs she's cooking up.

'It's one thing having the power, it's another being able to use it, your Ladyship!' I throw the compliment right back at her with a whisper right into her ear as she shimmies up to the door, flattening herself and listening.

I use my enhanced senses, detecting footsteps inside, footsteps far enough away to get inside undetected.

Lady Cladis isn't so careless to just rush in, though; she already has a small electronic device whipped out of her belt; a few buttons pushed and I hear the sounds of fizzling electronics and sparks inside.

'Ah, some kind of scrambling device or EMP...' I comment, it's pretty standard spy fare; Lucretia strikes a surprised pose despite her stealthy stance though.

'Where did you hear about that?!' She asks in a hushed whisper despite me muting her voice completely. 'That's a top secret project we only just completed!'

'…' I give her the silent treatment for a moment, 'It's like I keep telling you, Lucretia...' I sigh, '-whatever.'

She nods gently, that knack of hers for putting things out of her mind rearing its head again.

'There are two people inside, closest one is walking away... now!' I report, my incredible hearing delivering the goods as my stealthy wearer slips inside and finds a shadow to secrete herself in behind some crates.

The guards in here are just as I'd expect: armoured, patrolling with assault rifles in hand and wouldn't you know it, helpfully wearing patches on their arms labelling them as belong to G.O.O.D. U.N.S.

'KZZKT' The earpiece within my mass buzzes, apparently that's still working despite the EMP Lady C used.

Another power of mine or just another plot device? I don't even care, it works!

'Your Ladyship... We're experiencing...' The sounds of gunfire in the background as we listen, 'more resistance than expected. Two agents down...'

'Understood. Hold out as long as you can.' Lucretia grimly responds before turning her attention back to me.

'We're on a time limit here; gotta move!' She states, grabbing what I assume are throwing knives from the garter of the harness we wear.

'Hmm...' I respond, thinking as she slinks out of cover and launches the knives, one after another down the hallway; both fly true. '-doesn't it strike you as strange?' I ask as I watch the knives land with deadly accuracy.

'Almost like they knew we were-' The guards flail as the knives strike them dead in a single blow, both staggering backwards. '-coming.'

Somehow, against all the odds, both of them flail in just such a way as to hit alarms mounted on the wall.

'There's no way-' I gasp; those buttons were tiny... and encased behind glass like fire alarms; '-that actually just happened!' I conclude, even as an alarm begins to sound and the room fills with red light.

The chances of that happening even once were probably a thousand to one, but for both of them to hit the alarm?! This is some actual bullshit!

'Shit!' Lady Cladis exclaims and surges forwards towards the open door at the end of the hall, light pouring in from another connected corridor.

'Huh?! HEY! I think there's someone-' A voice calls out as she rapidly closes the distance, our softly squeaking rubber form not loud enough to be heard over the siren as Lucretia grabs her main weapon from our belt.

THWIP! THWIP!

Huh, well whaddya know? Silenced pistols do sound like they do in the movies... apparently.

'HEY! FREEZE!' More guards, but this rubber-clad intruder isn't about to slow down for anyone!

THWIP! Lady C shoots the first one dead.

*BRRT!* SHIIIIT! Of course they're shooting back!

*THWIP! THWIP!* God damn this woman's a good shot!

BRRRRRRT The last one falls, finger apparently still on the trigger.

The dead guard's gun flails with the kick back as they collapse and Lady Cladis stalks forwards.

Bullets ricochet off the wall as if drawing a line towards a tube light suspended by two wires from the roof.

I take control of Lucretia just for a moment, half-spinning and raising her space hand to block the tube light as it swings down behind us.

If I hadn't been here and able to see behind us, that would have swung down and cleanly KO'd Lucretia!

The insane level of bullshit going on right now is starting to feel like far more than just coincidence!

I mean: Anti-aircraft guns on arrival. More guards than expected. Two alarms hit by dead guards! Now stray bullets nearly scuppering the entire mission?!

Nah, I don't like this one bit!

'Thanks.' Lady Cladis gasps as she sees that I blocked the falling object.

She seems surprised, but it's not the same kind of surprise I'm experiencing, it's almost like she knew it might happen. Like it's some kind of regular occurrence; this place is so weird!

'This is crazy!' I exclaim as she hurries forwards, pistol at the ready as we sneak deeper in, thankfully there's not much more between us and the target.

'It's like everything is against us!'

'Easy now, lovely...' Lady Cladis soothes me with her words.

'I told you I've done this before and we expected resistance, so just trust me.'

She really doesn't get it... How is it normal to have an entire enemy force and luck stacked against her?!

Oh well, it's a free shot to the elevator down into the vault at least.

The fluid, metronomic swinging of Lady Cladis' hips calms my reeling mind.

Left...

Right...

Creak...

Squeak...

Yummy and shiny with me nice and tight all over her...

Mmm, OK all is forgiven!

Strutting like a supermodel past a door that seems to lead into the casino proper, we bless the elevator with our collective presence.

A little tendril flicked out so that her Ladyship doesn't have to sully herself reaching for the button...

And down we go!

The usual awkward silence of a slow lift ride is anything but silent.

Every tiny little movement brings a chorus of delightful sweaty, sticky rubber noises that give me life.

Down and down, the incessant droning...

Hold on, what usually happens in moments like this?

Lucretia's depending on me to call these things out.

Oh yeah, there's normally-!

'Just trust me for one second!' I insist and with a rubbery bounce make us pounce up to the elevator car's ceiling, clinging in a star shape to the walls over the doorway as it opens.

'What are you-!' Lady Cladis is interrupted:

BRRRRRT!

Multiple guns, riddling the back of the elevator with chains of bullets!

'Mhmm...' I smugly purr into my wearer's mind.

'You're impressed, right? I can tell you're i-' Just when I'm starting to feel self-satisfied, I'm denied my moment.

ting ting ti-ting-gggg...

A small, odd looking pipe... thing... rolls into the elevator.

'Huh, that kinda looks like a hand grenade...'

A split-second later we're rolling out of the elevator and dipping out of the way as those guns train on us.

DOOOOM!

BRRT BRRRRT!

Holy hell, this is intense! But weirdly enough the blast wave of the grenade feels like little more than a shove in the back.

My graceful acrobat of a user is far too agile to let a little shove distract her from cartwheeling over and around the hot lead tearing through the air.

Flipping, dipping and diving, Lady Cladis intersperses her hypnotic weaving and deadly strikes with pinpoint silenced pistol rounds.

Forehead after forehead earns a new breathing hole and within a few dramatic seconds, only one person is left standing: Lady Lucretia Araminta Cladis!

'Ha!' Lady C simply pants, her face a picture of delight like this is the most fun she's ever had!

I gotta admit, as utterly fucking terrified as I am, this is just brilliant!

To get to not only do all this cool stuff, but to have it be so graceful is the best sensation... or maybe the second best sensation.

The best sensation is actually feeling the pumping, stretching and dynamic movements of her Ladyship from every possible angle stretching me, manipulating and caressing me from within.

Oh I'm so in love with this woman, I don't even care if that's weird!

Sure, I am a sentient catsuit now, but what can I say? Me-ow!

'There it is...' Lady Cladis interrupts my lewd thoughts about her by resting a hand against the immense vault door ahead of us.

We approach the keypad and once more she reaches into her belt for some kind of device.

'Wait, don't you think one of them should have a key-card for it or something?' Isn't that normally how this kinda thing works? 'In case of emergency or whatever.'

'I'm sorry, what?!' Lucretia responds, 'Why would the guards have the key? Especially if – like you said – they knew I was coming!'

OK, she makes a good point there.

'Wait, you knew... that they knew?' I ask in disbelief, that makes this whole operation pure insanity!

'Of course they knew...' She absent-mindedly responds while doing something with the very complex looking gadget thingy.

'What else would I do?' She asks as if a one-woman, full frontal assault on a military base is a natural course of action.

'Oh, I dunno...' I sarcastically respond, 'Maybe go look for other artefacts that you want while they let their guard down and do it when they least expect it?'

Lady Cladis stops what she's doing, even in the midst of hacking this incredibly secure looking vault, and stares off into space.

'That's... Actually not a bad idea... Wow... Are you sure you weren't a supervillain in your previous life too?'

OK, fair enough, I can see why it might actually look that way.

I can't believe I've somehow found myself giving tips of the trade to a master spy; how did this happen?!

'We're in.' Lucretia grins in satisfaction as the vault door makes some loud, dull clicking noises.

With the immense strength we share, it's a piece of cake pulling the several ton door open.

Inside, on a pedestal calling out to me is a glistening, angular green prism.

No, it's not glistening... it's glowing!

It's singing! Like a choir in my mind, it seems to radiate tentacles of emerald green reaching out towards me.

'Wait!' I think someone says, but I'm reaching forwards, trying to step towards the warm, almost heavenly light.

'STOP!' I snap out of my daze at the sound of a shout inside me, stirring to find I've almost dragged Lady Cladis' foot into the vault.

'Wh-what?! I... I don't even know what I was doing just now...' What happened there? I was in some kind of trance.

'There's still more security that will lock the vault with us inside!' Lady C emphasises, clearly disturbed by my little moment.

'But...' I look at the gem again and find its glow begin alluring me again. '-it's so...'

'Don't... look at it!' She chastises me firmly enough that even with my panoramic view, I manage to look away.

'I'm sorry...' I strain to shut out the chorus of voices coming from it while Lucretia slides her latest gadget – a pair of high tech goggles – over her eyes.

'The way is glows, this strange warmth, the way it sings...' I say, trying to explain my actions away, but I'm just embarrassed.

Meanwhile, my wearer finds herself looking at a cross-pattern of lasers arranged in an unpredictable way, visible through whatever her fancy looking specs are.

'How peculiar.' She comments on my words as she begins putting that incredible flexibility to work.

'You can see, feel and even hear it...' I guess that means she can't.

Over and under, flexing and weaving, Lady Cladis makes beautiful shapes with herself like an artistic dancer performing a routine only she knows.

'The Force Stones possess an unknowable, ancient energy, but even finding a way to detect and understand the nature of that energy took my best scientists three months!' She explains.

'How strange.' I agree as with one last deft swoop, we stand up with the Stone of Rigour right in front of us.

'To me... It sounds like a host of heavenly angels singing...' Now that I'm so close it's almost deafening!

'It's got these beautiful green feelers reaching out towards me...' As we reach back, the verdant tendrils wriggle through our fingers and begin coiling up our arm like serpents.

'And it's so...' I can feel its power, throbbing through me, wrapping me up, 'so...' We gently take hold of it, '-warm!'

I've become the cliché, haven't I? The baddie enamoured and seduced by the powerful artefact of destruction... I just can't help myself!

As soon as I touch it, I feel that “unknowable, ancient energy” pumping through my veins like a drug fuelled high.

I can almost feel the heart I no longer have pumping with all the power of a neutron star.

My world becomes this blissful energy as an all-new, all-encompassing aura overcomes me.

By the time the high begins to calm down, I realise we're not where we were.

Instead we're back at the entrance to the vault with some kind of bag thrown over our shoulder.

'What... What happened?' I ask, god do I sound groggy.

'Did I pass out for a minute there?' I genuinely don't know what happened.

'I was hypnotised by the stone... I touched the stone... I reacted like I'd done LSD... and now we have a bag full of swag.'

'~Mhmhmhm~' Lady Cladis chuckles, she doesn't seem unimpressed by my behaviour.

'The Stone of Rigour and some shinies are not all we got... Have a look!'

Lady Cladis raises our hand and I notice something different about it.

It's not the colour or texture: still black and shiny... Oh, but not so seamless now.

In fact I'm kinda ruffled how a real costume would be.

And when did Lady C's fingernails get that long and sharp?

'Oh... Wait, how did you do that?' I ask as we start walking back towards the elevator.

'It's all in the name, love...' She explains over the sound of the bag full of coins jangling over her shoulder.

'The Stone of Rigour... Like hardness!' I watch and feel as those sharpened fingernails grow, this strange connection we have allowing Lady Cladis some control over my form.

She grows them further, makes them curve and wriggle only for them to suddenly freeze in place.

I reach out with our other hand and prod the a now tough, wobbly claw, it really is as hard as iron!

'There must be some connection between you and the Force Stones since you were summoned here with one of them.'

I nod for us in agreement and try for myself, straightening the claws out but leaving them a nice, unwieldy four inches long.

For good measure (and symmetry,) I do the same with our other fingernails as the elevator whirs away, lifting us back towards the surface.

Just as easily, I fold them all away and take the time to look over my new form. I'm shaped much more like an actual catsuit now, with trims, realistic latex ruffles and even a zip!

I don't know why, but something about this makes me feel more comfortable.

At the same time it does make me feel just a little less human.

I'm one further step removed from my own humanity, despite being the exact shape any other human would wish to be right now!

Before I can think about it any further, the elevator doors open and we find ourselves in a stand off with half a dozen, very surprised looking G.O.O.D. U.N.S. agents.

'Let me deal with this.' I say to her Ladyship without even thinking about it.

I've felt like a passenger this entire time, but now I want to pay Lucretia back just a little... and test out my new ability!

Slowly, our free hand rises.

Everyone collectively watches it without moving a muscle.

A single finger outstretches.

Then it outstretches further...

Six feet further.

The soldier whose head was in the way? He's not doing so hot.

After a swift and smooth swing of our arm to the side, neither are the other five goodies.

'Wow.'

I'm not sure which of us said that, but we're in agreement.

'KZZZKT' The radio, shit! I forgot about the mooks making a distraction for us! 'S-Sorry, your Ladyship...' The voice says, but we're already rapidly striding with a purpose through the back rooms of the casino, slicing through and tossing aside anyone in our way.

'We... Did our best...' A croaky male voice continues, there's gunfire in the background, but it's scarce now, seems we missed the fight.

'I'm the... ~HNN~' He seems to strain, firing off a few rounds that we're close enough to hear for ourselves now. '-last one.'

We emerge onto the gaming floor of the casino and while I'm still surveying the damage, Lucretia acts!

THWIP THWIP THWIP!

Three shots, three kills at 40 paces.

This woman is... genuinely insane with a gun in her hand!

'L-Lady... C-Cladis...' A voice murmurs as we approach.

The lobby is otherwise clear, but there are bodies everywhere.

The smell of blood, liquor and gunpowder fills the air in a heady concoction.

Even as we rapidly approach the last one of our guys it's obvious that he's done for.

'You did well.' Lady C smiles, my face peeling away in liquid tendrils to reveal that smile. 'It was all worth it.'

Not the final words of solace I would have picked, but it seems to work; our mook dies smiling a moment later and I sense a slight air of regret in Lady Cladis' body language.

Perhaps there's some kind of heart underneath all the ruthless coldness after all.

Again I'm denied the opportunity to raise the topic with her by another interruption:

'Lady Cladis.' A voice calls out across the room. It's a calm, suave tone, not excited or angry how it might be.

We turn our head to find ourself looking at a familiar blonde haired figure.

'God dammit!' I curse into Lady Cladis' ear. 'I knew this would happen!'

'Why if it isn't Madamoiselle Reynard...' Lady Cladis responds, her own tone calm yet ever so slightly provocative.

It's that damned spy who escaped the supposed “death trap” when I first arrived.

She might have escaped, but three of Lady C's own minions lost their lives on account of that trap... When she killed them for its failure.

Yeah, even saying that now it doesn't make any sense to me how her sense of punishment and management works.

'Please, Lucretia...' the G.O.O.D. U.N.S. (presumably) spy replies, gun drawn from the holster on her hip inside the cut-out of her regal purple sequinned dress.

'-we've known each other long enough to drop the honorifics, haven't we?'

We're circling one-another, but she's got us at gunpoint and something tells me she's a far better shot than the faceless soldiers on the other side.

The something that tells me as much is how she killed numerous guards in rapid order when I first arrived in this world. Scary.

'We're a long way past pleasantries, little Aurore.'

They really do know each other well!

She even threw a “little” in there to really stick the boot in.

Slowly, I can tell we're circling towards the front of the lobby where we might make our getaway.

'I quite agree, but then again...' The enemy agent responds.

She does a little pose.

The exact kind of pose an action hero makes right when they're about to drop a banger of a one-liner.

That's it... Take your time to deliver your line while I just slip this smoke bomb into Lady C's hand... That's a good heroine...

'-there never was much pleasant about you.'

Ok, fair. That was a pretty good line.

It loses its power when we disappear in a purr of smoke though!

Bullets light up the air around us as we slide through the front doors of the casino, Lady Cladis scanning left and right while I use my own panoptic vision to try and find a route out of here.

'Sports car or armoured car...' Lady C ponders as we pounce down the ornate steps at the front of the building towards the road.

'Better idea, run into the back alleys! We're faster and can climb walls, there's no way she can follow!' It makes sense to me, just use the advantages we have.

'Hmm, not bad...' Lucretia nods as she takes me up on my word, darting forwards with our sensational speed, sliding behind a car as the spy Aurore makes her way through the smoke and opens fire.

'Damn she's accurate!' I hiss, barely getting us down fast enough to avoid the bullets ricochetting off the cars nearby.

Lady Cladis isn't for messing around and swiftly draws her own gun, popping up to send a few shots back.

'Why are you sticking your head up from cover? Isn't that a sure fire way to get shot?!' I ask, but I honestly don't know.

'Ah yes, I'll just shoot blindly instead, shall I?' She retorts as we hurry through the stalled traffic and abandoned cars.

The ruckus our guys caused at least managed to cause enough chaos to provide us cover that we use to pounce into a nearby alley, breaking into a sprint while more bullets harmlessly ping where we just were.

'You're the boss.' I admit, she knows her shooters better than I do; 'Now there's no way she'll be able to catch us though, not if we stick to the narrow side streets.'

Drawing on every piece of logic I can conjure, sticking to the dark and using our enhanced agility will leave Agent Reynard and the rest of G.O.O.D. U.N.S. chasing shadows while we make our escape.

'Was this showdown part of your plan, your Ladyship?' I ask snarkily, but I can't deny I'm having fun.

Our shimmering black latex form moves like something a hair's breadth away from water as we duck around corner after corner into a courtyard.

'No.' My wearer simply states, not about to bite on my bait as we stop for a moment to consider our surroundings. 'I'd planned for the helicopter to-'

She looks up towards the rooftops, a plan apparently coming together.

'No... No, that's a terrible idea!' I try to argue, but Lady C is already on the move, sprinting and launching into an immense pounce up onto a low roof.

Rebounding off a wall, rolling onto a slightly higher roof then leaping an immense gap, we're finally up on the connected roofs of a long string of uptown houses.

'I beg to differ, mon ami...' Lucretia smirks, her face still visible as she breathes in the cold night air.

Our pace picks up across the flat yet ornate, almost Parisian style rooftops.

Our sleek and agile form pumps faster and faster like a blur that soon lets us keep pace with the cars down below.

'They're either fast enough to follow us down below and aren't up here... Or they're up here aren't fast enough to follow!' She boasts, 'It's an easy win.'

That sounds about right.

Pretty hard to argue with that, really.

Except it seems mademoiselle Reynard didn't get the message; a worrying sound from behind us says as much.

'Wait!' I urge Lady Cladis to slow down so that I can hear it; she looks around and turns to look back over her shoulder.

'Is that... what I think it is?' I ask, the whistling wind making it hard to hear while our constant jog makes the shape hard to pick out in the night.

'I believe so.' She responds with that unflappable cool demeanour of hers and stops to face the rapidly approaching shape.

'Yes, that's definitely an attack helicopter!' If I could, I would gulp because we absolutely can't outrun something like that and it's heading this way! 'We need to leave!'

Lucretia doesn't even pause to answer back, instead turning to the edge of the roof and breaking into a sprint.

fwooosh I hear in the distance, a sound almost like that missile from earlier.

Collectively we decide to pounce into a full-force swan dive.

DOOOOM!

The rooftop behind us is destroyed in an immense burst of light and fire; a few moments later, an immense blast wave washes over us.

It's not enough to do any more than push us even faster down towards the street below, but if we get hit with something like that...

'I'm not sure even I can do anything to help you survive an attack like that, Lucretia!' I point out in fear, collecting myself quickly enough to prepare for our landing.

'It seems...' My wearer says with what sounds like an almost amused tone.

I reach out my mass into something like springs to break the fall as we roll onto the street, tumbling back onto our feet unharmed.

'-that you were right about escaping on foot.' She comments and begins running along the pavement as the military chopper closes in. 'Your intuition never ceases to amaze!'

Aww, isn't that sweet?

Finally recognised for my genius mere moments before death by military hardware.

A new sound rings through the night and it is followed by a hail of bullets, just an indescribable quantity of death cylinders, tracing a path behind us.

'They've got a god-damned Minigun!' I cry out as Lady Cladis pounces up to avoid the trail of death that passes narrowly beneath our athletic (and honestly artistic) backflip.

We come to a stop, the chopper passing by for a moment, barely able to fit between the high buildings.

'Inside!' Lucretia determines, but it's too late as the whirr of that gun spools up again.

'SHIT!' The last thing I can think to do is to, rather embarrassingly, undress my poor wearer... mostly.

I thrust almost all of my mass forwards, spreading it wide and as thick as I can manage.

I'm thankful for my new ability to solidify myself as I form a ballistic shield stuck to her forearm.

'Sorry, your Ladyship...' I gulp as I see she is indeed barely covered by only the few globs of my liquid mass I can afford to protect her decency.

It's little more than a couple of stretched patches of dark liquid latex across her copious bosom and womanhood.

'-but needs must!' I conclude as I feel the hail of bullets pinging off my shield; 'Holy hell!' I can definitely feel it, but apparently this new ability makes me resilient enough to stop bullets like this! Good to know.

'RUN!' I insist, unable to do it for her Ladyship right now and without my enhanced speed she takes her time skipping up the stairs.

On and on, the rain of lead keeps pulverising the surface of my shield as Lady Cladis throws her surprisingly powerful shoulder at the front door of a house.

With a colossal crash, she stumbles inside and we're temporarily free of the incessant fire of that Minigun!

As quickly as I spread out to make myself into a weapon, I hurriedly recover Lucretia.

I'd normally take great pleasure in this moment of union, but given how close we are to death right now I'm not feeling it so much, not gonna lie.

I also don't feel like I'm entirely free to cover her again either; instead I swell another, thinner shield our behind her for what I suspect is coming next.

It always happens, doesn't it...?

They fire off a missile to show they've got them...

Then they use the machine gun...

Then when the machine gun doesn't work...

It's time for more missiles!

'Keep going, out the back!' I insist as I hear the distant-

fwoosh

-that proves my point.

Coating one hand like a glove, I give Lady Cladis the power to smash the back door into a hail of splinters while barely stopping.

We escape into the back garden as the house becomes a deafening fireball behind us!

'Are you...' I begin as we're actually thrown into the air this time; I shielded her from the blast, but that basically made me like a kite in the wind, '-sure they're not the villains in this story?'

I ask as I completely cover Lady Cladis again, aiding her in landing deftly and running through the gardens into another house before we can be spotted.

'All this destruction just to stop us...?' It seems crazy to me that the so-called “G.O.O.D. U.N.S.“ would resort to this on their own territory.

'Never-mind that now.' Lucretia heaves heavily as she walks towards the other side of the house; 'Make yourself look less suspicious.' She insists as the inhabitants flee out of the front door to escape the explosion out back.

Doing as I'm told, I get a sense of her idea as she grabs a coat off the rack left behind.

'Oh good thinking!' I react, tie up her hair and leave her hands uncovered while shaping my socks into a pair of low heeled boots.

'Now we run and panic like everyone else...' She smirks knowingly and breaks into a realistic civilian looking run out of the front door.

“This is all good...” I say, having to use our language of caresses and ripples since I'm no longer over her ears, “-but where are we going to escape to?!”

Lady Cladis doesn't respond, there are other people (including police) around, the last thing she wants is to be seen talking to someone who isn't there.

Instead she puts on an act, sobbing and running as the helicopter circles behind us.

We make it into the ever thickening crowd who are slowing down to watch the scene behind Lucretia from a safer distance.

Now in amongst a dense throng of people, we can afford to slow down and blend in; her Ladyship's breathing and blood pressure tangibly ease.

I quietly survey the area as she carries on, through the crowd and out towards a main road where a suspicious car seems to be parked ahead of us.

“Uh, Lady Cladis...?” I interrupt her, getting worked up again until a familiarly dressed member of her organization steps out of the driver's side door. “Phew...” I say by simply relaxing my tense grip a little.

Sliding into the back seat as our makeshift chauffeur opens it, I finally feel like I can relax, slithering back up to Lucretia's ears.

'We made it!' I heave, 'That was the most intense thing I've ever experienced!' I admit, just about ready to retreat into bed and stay there for a week after that.

'Ahh...' Lady Cladis sighs, sitting back in the comfortable leather seat; she sounds more satisfied that relieved!

'You did well, my friend.' She praises me, a few simple words that soothe my still panicking soul when accompanied by a gentle squeeze of our collective thigh.

'We got what we wanted...' She reminds me, slipping the Stone of Rigour from a hidden pocket inside my black rubbery mass.

'-it's just a shame our little chase meant we had to drop the rest of the loot.' She sighs in disappointment.

I'd not even noticed that we dropped it somewhere, oh well.

'Oh yeah... But the Stone was the important thing, right? It saved our lives back there!' I point out.

'Between the shield I was able to make and the disguise... of a sort...' I consider, thankful we had it at that moment.

'You're to thank for all of that!' Lady C purrs, her bare hands suddenly dancing up the front of her torso with the coat she stole unzipped for access.

'~Mmm~ Well, thank-you your Ladyship.' I ripple in response to her words and touch, finally at ease enough to really revel in each other and what we just accomplished.

'Still, it almost feels like everything was set up for the Stone of Rigour to be useful for everything that happened. Doesn't that strike you as weird?'

'I may be overthinking this, but it almost feels like that was all some elaborate set piece to show off our new abilities...'

'Ha!' Lucretia laughs as if she expected me to say exactly that. 'It did, didn't it?' She smirks, but goes on pleasuring us with her hands as we travel further and further from danger.

'Honestly, though... We both wanted a real test of what we can really do, didn't we?' She confesses to her satisfaction in this “test”...

A little bit of me wonders if she maybe had designs to ensure something like that happened.

'Seems to me like you wanted that to get crazy... Thrill seeker much?' I enquire, but I find myself anything but angry.

Since we lived to tell the tale and got out of it more powerful than ever, I'm feeling so alive that all I can think to do it return the compliment of Lady C's ministrations.

All the way back to headquarters, we spend our time revelling in our wild escape, moaning and writhing across the back seat in intimate, latex-on-woman bliss.

'Do we really have to put it away?' I ask disappointedly, squeezing tighter around Lady Cladis in our cosy position on her luxurious bed.

Up above us we're holding the glistening green gem that provided me with these new and improved powers.

It seems like I don't need to be in contact with it to reap its rewards, but any time we put it down I get the sense of the power draining whenever I use its powers.

Almost like the Stone of Rigour is some kind of battery I need to recharge from.

'It's better being somewhere we can access it when we need it, but far out of the reach of our enemies.' Lucretia reasons sensibly.

She continues gazing into it, but with nothing like the awe I feel when I see the magnificent miniature obelisk.

'Alright...' I huff like a scolded child, '-but before we do, we should settle on a look that you like.'

As if to confirm my idea, Lady C nods and turns her head to the left, flexing out her shoulder with big black spikes already jutting out of it.

Suitably nasty looking, but even if they're only hollow, they're also ferociously sharp and tough enough to do damage.

Very unlikely that would ever be useful, but it adds a real dominant vibe to Lady Cladis' already very dommy looking black catsuit – that's me!

Then there's the zip, open just far enough to present a little of her teasing cleavage in my tight embrace with a zipper head styled like the symbol of her evil organization.

'I think we look pretty badass already, but what about some boots and gloves?' I offer, swelling the mass of me around her upper arms into a few different styles to make it look like she's wearing shoulder-length latex gloves over her suit.

'Now there's an idea!' She coos, her luscious lips curling into an evil smile as she watches me present some options.

'~Ooh~ that looks nice!' She stops me on a style that sees the hem present another edition of the logo extruded proudly in glistening darkness.

'~Mmm~ Sporting the logo loud and proud!' I agree, repeating the trick on the other sleeve.

Lady C lowers her arms and looks down her reclined body, head propped up on the pillow as she raises a leg, flexing it provocatively.

I've already shaped myself into some nice sharp heels and platforms, but I feel the fingertips of her clawed gloves trace the line over her leg where she wants her thigh-high boots to cut off.

'Yes, that's perfect!' She insists eagerly, satisfied with the results of another pair of logos around the boot hems like garters.

Finally there's the “mask”, not really a mask, more like a headset hidden in her hair that let me stay in contact with her ears; the little spikes jutting out seem to please her impeccable sense of fashion.

With lithe and languid grace, we roll off the bed, twisting through a movement that set us striding before anyone else would have even gotten their balance back.

'While we're on the subject of these little prizes...' She displays the rock while striding out of the room, lifting it in her fingertips for me to enjoy the sights and sounds of it.

'You have to tell me more about what you see and hear in it...' She pushes me for more info, a subject she showed great interest in earlier.

We strut with predatory elegance through the halls of the base, creaking and shimmering in a dizzying display of confident power; meanwhile I consider the question.

'It's a strange... feeling...' I try to explain myself, 'It feels almost homely and familiar, but also like...' This is gonna sound strange, '-it's trying to tell me something.'

'Nonsense!' Lucretia responds dismissively, 'It's an inanimate object filled with power, not a living thing!'

She makes a good point... probably.

'I know, but... I can't shake that feeling.'

'~Hmm...~' She considers my response while striding on, henchmen and women stopping wherever we go to stand at attention, salute and follow us in amazement with their eyes.

Not gonna lie, it feels pretty amazing to wield so much power on so many levels and be the sexiest person in the room!

'Well there are more Force Stones...'

'There are?! I'm intrigued!' I gasp, it makes sense given the name... and how these collect-a-thons normally work.

This green gem is nothing short of seductive to me, alluring on a strange, unexplainable level so I'm eager for more!

'Ha! Of course you are...' Lady Cladis chuckles, lowering the stone and turning the corner to approach a giant secure door ahead of us. '-what could be more intriguing than more power?'

Oh... Yeah... I guess you could read it that way too. I just wanted to get my rubbery, liquid hands on the shinies... honest!

'But that's all for another time; I'm sure you can imagine that objects as powerful as these are very carefully guarded!'

That too makes sense, I've seen with my own eyes that Lady Cladis too can control the Stone of Rigour, albeit in a much different way.

Freezing water with a touch, causing minor tremors, cracking and upsetting the earth, even clogging up the air into something like a solid until it becomes unbreathable... I hate to think what she might do with that last one!

'Open it!' She demands as we stop before the vault.

Two guards waiting in front of the door each insert codes in keypads to unlock the heavy safe door which opens slowly with a gust of dry ice in the most dramatic way possible.

Lady Cladis steps inside over a thick, reinforced steel threshold and in front of us I see a series of pillars, each with an empty glass case on top and a mounting for something inside.

'Are these for...?' I gasp, she must already have plans to collect all the Force Stones!

'It pays to be prepared, my dear.' She simply responds, approaching the nearest one and opening it.

'Once we collect all of them...' She begins to boast pre-emptively, 'Between your control and mine...' Lucretia clicks the Stone into place and steps back as the case smoothly slides closed, '-we'll be unstoppable!'

There she goes with those claims of “becoming unstoppable” or “invincible”... It always makes me think something's gonna pop up and ruin everything!

Still... At least I've now got something to look forward to and protect! I'm eager, on-board with this plan.

Never would have thought myself an evil person, but Lady Cladis... She has this way of bringing that out of you.

Turning on our heel, we swagger back out of the vault.

'Lock it up.' She commands with a flamboyant gesture while leaving.

'Only myself at my lieutenants are to enter.' She simply says, the order clear and precise.

Maybe it's some envious part of me, some greed I never noticed before, but I begin to wonder about the loyalties of these 'lieutenants'.

'If we lose them, though...' I ponder, '-or if somebody takes them...' I continue, emphasizing my lack of trust outside she and I, 'Well we won't be “unstoppable” for long, will we?' I air my concerns, but Lady C doesn't seem to see what I'm getting at.

'Ha!' She laughs as we make our way back to her quarters. 'You're worried about those government goons getting in here? Impossible!' She boasts, entirely wrong in that assessment in my opinion!

'Impossible? That's what they all say!' I challenge her, looking around for obvious weak points.

'Like your Death Trap before!' I use an obvious example. 'How did that spy Aurore get in here, then escape the trap, then escape the base? Not too “impenetrable” if you ask me!'

Lady Cladis' expression sours, apparently she doesn't like the tone of my challenge.

'And what would you know about designing a secret base of operations for a growing evil empire, my living costume who claims to have never been a villain before?'

'That “intuition” of yours again?' She presses home her point.

'Gah...' I grumble, 'I just used that as an idea to help you understand! I genuinely do know!' I insist, trying to convince her that I can help shore this place up.

'For example...' We continue sauntering through the halls, nearing privacy once more, 'I've seen all the red cannisters our people leave sitting around everywhere! Tell me they're not flammable and explosive!?'

She stops, blinking and thinking about that; her head slowly turns towards some cannisters along the wall of the corridor; some blue, some grey and importantly... some red!

Lucretia's hand suddenly flicks out and grabs a henchman by the scruff, her sharp claws tearing his uniform as she drags him close, giving him a death stare.

'Those barrels...' She points, don't tell me she never noticed the exploding barrels...

The henchman follows her finger, shaking in fear in his Mistress' clutches. 'Y-Yes, M'lady?'

'What... is in them?' She almost sneers, this particular mook looking terrified and clueless.

'Anyone?!' She shouts, tossing the henchman aside. Others stand around, looking scared and equally clueless, nobody uttering a peep.

Dear god, this actually explains a lot now that I think about it.

'Hhh...' She sighs and pinches her brow.

'Find out the answer and let it be known that anything explosive...' She leans in and prods a finger into the chest of a henchwoman accusingly, '-shouldn't be kept out in the open...' She continues, prodding another, '-where it can do damage!'

With a huff and a shake of her head, she spins away.

'Why do I have to do everything myself?' She sighs and approaches her own quarters, realising for the first time that she might have a makeshift bomb right outside her door.

'You don't, your Ladyship... That's what I'm here for!' I say, soothing her with a reassuring massage over her shoulders as we retreat to her quarters.

'Mmm...' She responds, but doesn't seem too happy.

'What you said about weaknesses in our defences... You might be right. What else?' She slouches to one side, hands on hips as I look around and think.

'What about that?' I tense around her arm and raise her hand to point at a vent in the roof, a narrow one covered in a grate, but a potential weak-point nonetheless.

'The vent? How could that be a weak point?'

If I didn't know that Lady Cladis had never seen an action movie before, I'd be surprised right now; it's like the oldest cliché in the genre, spies sneaking in through the vents.

'You don't think someone could sneak in through there?' I ask, her brows slowly rising as realization dawns on her.

'That's... impossible!' She refuses to believe me, 'That would render the entire base open to attack from any angle!' That's why she doesn't want to hear it, I guess.

'Alright, let me prove it.' I challenge, 'Sure I've got a bit of an advantage being liquid and all, but it'll prove my point, right?'

After a moment to think it over, her hand gently rubbing over my surface and enjoying my touch, she relents with a nod.

'Fine... If you can tell me one thing I don't know coming from the mouth of one of my henchmen, then I'll believe you!'

She raises her hand up towards the vent and with all my control and strength, I slither up her arm and in through the gaps in the grate.

This'll be easy! That's the first thing I think as I get my bearings, it's like a labyrinth in here, but it kinda reminds me of that weird table setup Lady Cladis created in the meeting room for me.

The one that let me exit at any point around the table.

The wind blowing through here and the design makes it so that noise and conversations don't really carry, even with my enhanced hearing, but as I slither through the thick metal vents, I do begin to hear the faintest of whispers here and there.

I follow the sound of a deep, gruff voice; I can hear the bass tones, but nothing more.

As I get closer, I think I recognise the voice; slithering up to the edge of the grate above the man speaking, I peek into the room from the darkness. A very proper and stiff accent reaches my senses.

'I told you everything that I know, didn't I?!' Comes the voice from below. 'It's not my fault you could not do anything with that information!'

Wait... that voice, the huge frame... It's Lady Cladis' most trusted lieutenant, the big guy Colt!

'I warned you of the powers that her new suit possesses. I also told you how she would try to use it to steal the Stone of Rigour...' Wait, who's he talking to? Some kind of... tiny device in his hand?!

'I gave you what you needed, I told you exactly what to do, so it's not my fault that you couldn't use that information appropriately.'

HE DID WHAT?!

'Listen to me... I cannot do this any more.'

Her most trusted guy... He betrayed her... sold her out to... G.O.O.D. U.N.S. probably?!

I can't believe this! Why?!

'I've done exactly what you told me, so kindly... Delete it... please?'

Oh wait, they're... blackmailing him?!

This is bad...

'No!' He snarls into the device. 'No more of this!'

He tries to act defiant, but it doesn't sound good and his changing body language says he's getting some very bad news.

'Wait... You can't do that!'

Now dejected and defeated, he slumps forwards.

'Alright... Alright, I'll do it.'

And with that final, defeated submission, he tosses the device aside and puts his head in his hands.

'What am I going to do?' He asks in defeat.

Never mind you, buddy... What am I going to do?!

Lady Cladis will never believe me if I tell her that Colt of all people is selling her out... So it looks like I'll have to deal with this myself.

Gahhh, if only I'd kept my mouth shut I'd never have gotten caught up in this...

Sometimes I just hate being right!

To be continued...