Chapter 4

In the club (1st part: a small competition of big tits)

"Igor! Hey, Igor!" Nicole shouted as she and Natasha hurried toward the Russian man that was acting as the 'cook' of the palace for the next few days.

"I told you already! The other reporters were driven back to the plane at 9 this morning, and I'm working on the other two's breakfasts! It's only 9:45, so there's plenty of time before they leave for the club."

"Good, then add this to Diana's and Kara's breakfasts," Natasha said as she handed Igor two vials of BRD and SAD.

"More? Are you sure? I 'spiked' their food real good yesterday, I don't want to kill them!" the experienced Russian agent replied, looking at them in doubt.

"Are you mellowing with age?" The twins laughed aloud. "I don't remember you caring about who you had to drug or steal from in the old KGB days!"

"I did what my job needed me to do," He said with mock hurt in his voice; he was multitalented, excellent at disguises, fluent in seven languages and a master at dealing with drugs and poison. "And I don't want to have those two killed by some overdose."

"Don't worry, Karkov himself calculated the need for this extra dose. We're dealing with two powerhouses!" Natasha answered seriously.

"Okay. So once you get those two all drugged up and messed up," Igor replied as he emptied the vials into the heroines' breakfasts, "can I fuck Wonder Woman in the ass? She's got an awesome one; so curvy, so round, it makes me hard just thinking about it."

"Oh God, no!" The twins laughed as they walked away. "You're just a cook!" All three laughed aloud. Igor was a member of Karkov's security and information gathering team back in the USSR days, now he was the old scientist's helper to anything illegal.

Wonder Woman and Power Girl had indeed decided to stay a bit longer and put up with the President's juvenile antics, so they could find a way to help Superman.

It was 11:50, and Diana had been informed that their escort right to Maxwell's palace would arrive precisely at noon. She had quickly eaten the breakfast of eggs and potatoes that the kitchen had made for her and drank the coffee.

Now Wonder Woman lay on her bed, feeling funny in the same way she did after eating the lobster two nights before. Diana wasn't horny enough to go looking for somebody to fuck her, but every time she thought of Max she got excited and felt her pussy tingle as she wet herself just a little bit more and more and soaked her panties.

"Gaea, what's wrong with me?" Wonder Woman wondered aloud, her fingers lightly caressing her twat.

"It's probably the same thing that happened to me... to us... after we ate dinner two days ago," Kara said as she entered Diana's room. "Are you getting hot and excited just thinking about Maxwell?"

"Yeah, yeah I am," Diana replied, rubbing her pussy through her khaki shorts. "I don't know what's going on, but we need to keep our minds focused and on the plan."

"You're right, we'll get to that interview at the club soon and we need to get him to let us talk to his scientists and look around the volcano," Power Girl agreed. "Are you going to wear that to the club?"Diana was wearing a pair of blue khaki shorts and a red button up Gap shirt she wore over a plain white t-shirt that pressed hard against her mammoth tits and outlined her nipples. Kara was wearing a red miniskirt she'd bought at a store earlier in the morning and another light blue sheer top similar to the one she wore at the party the night before.

"This is a beach club type place like Club Med, not a strip club," Diana said, looking at her teammate. "You're not wearing any panties, are you? I can practically see your breasts," Diana said, sighing.

"You've already seen them once before, besides, I'm trying to play the game and get the President on our side of things," Kara answered with a nasty smile. She was beginning to like this kind of teasing games.

"It doesn't matter, though, somehow I think a whole lot more of our bodies will get a suntan," Diana answered absentmindedly. "I guess the 'esteemed' President will be more than willing to help us when he sees our boobs in these clothes. From what I saw yesterday, he's real exited about us, especially our chests..."

"Hehehe! You're right, he couldn't take his eyes off of my breasts," Kara said, noticing Diana's annoyed face; the brunette was obviously envious of her bigger bosom! "I guess it is only natural," she teased, "since I have the best boobs he ever saw..." Kara laughed to herself at Diana's angry face.

"Well, I think you're a little mistaken," Diana answered, trying to make it sound unimportant, "but 'best boobs' is not adequate, I'd rather use 'biggest boobs'..."

"I don't see the difference," Kara replayed harshly, "neither do the men we met yesterday."

"Oh, please Kara, get a grip!" Wonder Woman said, patronizing her friend. "You've got great tits, big and round... but, as with every girl with huge hooters, yours are a little saggy... not firm and proudly pointed upwards like mine!" Diana smiled at the blonde's angered face. "The small difference in size doesn't matter that much."

"I'm sorry!" Power Girl answered, now sounding irritated. "But I think two cup sizes is not a â€-small difference'! And my breasts are not saggy!" Kara looked at Wonder Woman's perfectly firm and pointy jugs and gasped before continuing. "Well, maybe they're not as firm as yours... but they are firm enough to make me Miss 'best boobs' around here!"

"Dream on, Kara! Men like firmer breasts, big, soft and defying gravity like mine," Diana answered defiantly. "You see, even the C-cups of the twins drive the guys crazy when they are firm and upwards, not laying low on your abs..."

"Ha! The twins, those bitches may have nice boobs..." she answered blushing, somehow the simple mention of the twins made her start to feel even hornier. "I've got to admit, they really look like they're piercing their blouses, but size matters, dear... and when it comes to that, I'm the best!" Kara was already red and panting lightly, her bad temper taking hold, as it always did.

"Well, it doesn't matter, we are on the same side, okay? And only a man could tell us who has the hottest pair of jugs here!" Diana joked and lifted the tense atmosphere, but still both heroines were wondering about who had the best hooters in the room. "Anyway, I thought the twins said they'd help us. Where are they?" Diana said, changing the subject.

"Probably doing more set up and research for the President. There's something about them I still don't trust," Kara answered.

"They seem nice and helpful though, loyal to Maxwell, I think..." Just then there was a knock at the door and Wonder Woman answered it. "Hello?" she said, raising her voice and opening the door a little bit.

"Hi, Miss Prince. It's me, Manu, and I'm here to take you to the palace." The army official was dressed in a gala uniform, a medal for valor on his chest, and his black skin glistening against the sunlight entering through the windows.

"Hey, it's Manu!" Kara smiled remembering him, he was the lecherous soldier at the airport.

"Hi, Miss Starr. It's good to see you again. You must've really hit the mark with the President if he invited you to stay longer," answered the man with a big smile on his face; he was clearly impressed by the two girls' barely clothed bodies. "Well, I'll be your escort today to the club, with regards from President Jubawan. He looks forward to your presence today. I've only heard stories, but you'll have a great time I'm sure. I'll be in front of the palace where I dropped you off when you're ready."