"America, calm down, please! We don't have to play this game his way, having sex in some shower room! Either way, this sicko gets a show!" Supergirl pleaded, trying desperately to ignore the increasing throb between her legs and the sensation of her thick nipples against her strained uniform top. "I'll open all the lockers in this room before I give into his demands, oh-okay? Rao, America, please stop!"
Reluctantly, America leaned back and let her heels touch ground again with two sharp clicks, frowning angrily.
"Ay, dios mio! I guess it would just be giving that cabron a free show, huh? Fine, chica. But ju gotta open up mucho mas estupidos lockers until you get at least as messed up as me, si chica?"
Panting, trying to get herself back under control, Supergirl just nodded. Worst case, they'd be buying their compatriots time to escape and best case, she'd at least discover one of the keys needed to free Power Girl.
Kara opened the locker nearest to her and found a tube of red lipstick.
"Lipstick? That doesn't sound so baaaaaaah!"
Supergirl felt her lips suddenly plumping up, a warm tingling sensation suspiciously close to the ones she felt in her nipples, and a smooth surface covering them.
"Wha- what did they-" she tried to say, feeling little tingles of pleasure every time her breath whispered past her new poutier lips.
"Ay, yi yi! Ju got some real CSL now chica! Those lips could make that puta Angelina Jolie muy jealous!" America said admiringly, staring lustily at her newly luscious mouth.
Supergirl couldn't help but slip her tongue out to feel her massive new lips and moaned softly at the sensation. The feeling was pure sex, as if her tongue was between her legs instead of her mouth. She shuddered and tried to close her mouth tightly, only to find that her new lips wouldn't close all the way, leaving just a tiny "O" that let her breath move in and out of her mouth. A glance in the nearby mirror made her realize that between her new lips and new breasts, she seemed like a blonde bimbo, made for sex. She tried to frown but only her brow furrowed and eyes darkened - her new mouth seemed incapable of frowning just pouting, giving her an expression of a petulant brat instead of an angry woman.
"OK, this isn't great but I can-" she paused, realizing speaking less would be better as her lips tingled with each syllable. "I can learn to live with this. Let's keep going."
Kara opened up her next locker and found some sort of flag patch with pink at the top, greyish blue in the middle and bright blue at the bottom.
"America, do you have any idea what this is supposed to mean?" she said, lifting it and turning to face America.
"Ooh, muy bueno!" purred America, sauntering closer to Kara. "That ees the symbol for bisexuality, Superchica. Ju see anything you like now mamacita?"
The flag suddenly tingled and disappeared in a shower of sparks, making Supergirl blink rapidly. When her vision cleared, she suddenly found herself very, VERY aware of America's sultry presence. Those dark eyes that were clearly full of lust staring at her hungrily. How sleek, sexy and soft she looked, how those long caramel colored legs looked under the fishnets. How great America smelled, the feel of her breath on her neck, and Rao she was so close!
"You- I mean, I- wow, OK, that's new!" she squeaked with a gasp as she quickly stepped back from America as far as the chain would allow, trying to avoid staring at the sexy Latina and all of the flesh on display with her sexy maid outfit. God, she was so close and so willing and suddenly that was driving her crazy. "Let's um, let's just keep going, OK?"
"Whatever ju want, chica." purred America, a knowing smirk on her face as Kara moved to open another locker and turned her blushing face away from her.