Dinah strutted towards the stage. Earning a few glances from the patrons of this…”fine establishment”. Heading up to the left wing of the stage, she cast her gaze around the corner of the curtain and took a few steps backwards at what she saw. Rocket had herself draped across Superboy, whereas M’gann had herself wrapped around Arrow. She felt a muscle in her face twitch; this was her adoptive son she was watching onstage. They weren’t acting like themselves, though. That was for sure. Judging by the physic nature of the mission, and the looks on their faces, ( well, the looks could just be their raging hormones) they were being controlled to an extent. Ducking back behind the curtains, she slipped off stage in pursuit of the man who was behind all this.
Tapping one tall heel against the floor to the beat of the music, she wondered where to begin. Based on the psychic aspect of this particular problem, she couldn’t risk contacting M’gann any more than she already had. She looked around herself, and saw that all of the men had the same sex-crazed look in their eyes. More than just the usual stare, it was like a daze they were in. Now that she thought about it, where ever she had gone, the dull ache of the psychic’s influence had followed her. He must be a big-shot. Canary grinned to herself. Those types were easy to find.
Minutes felt like hours in the heels that Black Canary was wearing. So saying that she was relieved when she saw the tell-tale signs of a velvet rope, and the not so tell-tale signs of two bouncers, would be an understatement. She braced herself, and walked towards the entrance, her hips swaying as she walked. The bouncer gave her a once over before holding up a hand. ” Where you think you’re goin’, miss?” he asked. Canary gave him a sultry glance. ” To see him of course.” she said, putting an emphasis on her words. The bouncer chuckled. ” Well miss bunny. No one gets into without his permission.” Canary grinned. She bent down and pretended to adjust her shoes, in the process giving the man a good peek at her ample chest. When she stood back up again, the bouncer was staring at her. ” Well, uh. I think he’ll like you quite a lot, miss.” He opened up the red ropes and let her in. She was immediately hit with the smell of perfume, sweat, and…something else that she couldn’t quite distinguish. She took a few deep breathes, and walked further into the lion’s den.
Roy could see M’gann as she seemed drawn to the stage; everyone else seemed to get the message as well as he had. She was being psychically persuaded — though she likely had the ability to resist. Not that doing so would be a good idea. He wondered who would be nex—
And suddenly, everything was in motion. He found himself compelled to move in ways different than what he’d intended a moment before, and he had little ability to fight as he saw M’gann drifting closer. Wrong guy, he thought sarcastically as he noticed Rocket drifting towards Superboy; the other way around would feel a little less lecherous. Well, his hormones were getting into it at least, though he’d be damned if he let those get the best of him now of all times. At least the dull throb in the back of his mind kept him grounded.
Through a series of dance moves he and Conner were now effectively paired up with their teammates, and he considered sending some wry comment over the mental link before deciding he didn’t want to let slip something that might tip their culprit off, whoever (or wherever) he was. M’gann seemed to risk it, however. Until she was cut off. And Roy really couldn’t have helped that small, suggestive smirk that played across his lips quite of his own free accord. Okay, all of this was waytoo much of a turn on for his comfort or for the comfort of the mission. At least he had practice learning how to keep his own body
and reactionsin basic control.
Ah, screw precautions. “Got a pretty damn good grip on me. Can’t you, ah, tell?” His hesitation was accounted for by a heavy return grind and a hand slinking up M’gann’s torso and around to her back in a possessive manner, barely ghosting the curve of the underside of her breasts. “I swear, Conner, this is not considered cheating, before you even decide to try the jealousy card.”
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Black Canary slip away to what looked like the private rooms, and he made quick eye contact with M’gann just to make sure he wasn’t the only one who had seen it. Obviously, their League babysitter had a plan of her own.
Conner glared at the redhead touching his girlfriend while Rocket continued to grind up against him. Screw the mission, he was ready to pounce on Roy and really let him have it. What also bothered him was that M’gann was not resisting in the slightest sense. She looked like she was enjoying it a lot. Yes, Roy was attractive but please, at least look like you’re slightly troubled by this, he mentally grumbled to himself. He didn’t want to try using the psychic link for this because it would be useless anyway…
The tugging at his mind begged for him to caress Rocket as she continued to use him as a pole. He even indulged the though—why not? M’gann was having fun and it’s not like he didn’t find Rocket attractive… actually, he found her very attractive. As she made her way up, he smirked and pressed his hips back against her, his hands trailing down her sides and to her inner thighs. This felt different than with M’gann but hey, maybe just as good. Her soft skin felt good against his rough palms. It even elicited a satisfied groan, which somehow the crowd heard and yelled for more. His right hand moved up along Rocket’s mid-section, stopping below her breasts. He winked at the audience and moved Rocket so she was straddling his thigh. His trance was put on hold though when he noticed M’gann still all over Roy.
Screw this—to the psychic link, we go! Bullshit, Roy! You know this totally counts as cheating! I can be jealous if I want!
Raquel kept a smile for the crowd and licked her lips at them. Her eyes turned away from the crowd and rolled her eyes. She slowly snaked her arms around Superboy’s neck and rotated her hips on his leg. She got close to his face and started mouthing the words to his face. Her head was throbbing from the music and the mental fight between Conner and Roy. She decided to interject while still rubbing her crotch on the clones thigh. She honestly had no idea how she was doing all of this. Her head hurt so much she could barely concentrate.
Guys, can you please shut up! We all know something weird is going on and we have no control over this. I dunno how you guys are feeling but I have a major headache. I think this guy is trying to make me do something past what M’gann will allow.
Her hands snaked from his neck to his chest and hips. Her hands tried to go to his g-string but she stopped herself and moved them to herself. She felt herself up from her mid-drift, chest and ran her fingers though her hair while she was still grinding on Conner.
Jebus! This guy is really trying to screw us over!
M’gann grimaced, just subtly enough that the crowd wouldn’t see but a noticeable one from on stage.
“Rocket is right. You guys, this creep is a puppeteer, let’s give each other all a pass because we’re not in control of our actions. Superboy, is that okay? I’m really sorry that it’s had to come this far… We can make it up when we get back to the cave.”
Of course, as soon as she said that she felt her arm move and before she knew it, her hand was on Roy’s crotch and her mouth was working down his abs. Towards…
Shit. Superboy… I’m so, so sorry.