Supergirl read the new sign aloud "Country Matters. Okay well lets take a look"Supergirl turned the vault door style handle and eased the door open, revealing a small white chamber with a corresponding door on the other side. After Supergirl and america stepped in, the door swung shut behind them. effortlessly turning the handle of the door in front of them Supergirl wasn't sure what to expect. The door swung open and the two heroines were met by a lush verdant forest in the spring time and a picturesque country cottage. Well a rich person's idea of cottage, in that it was slightly smaller than a McMansion. A stone path lead from the portal up a small hill to a white picket fence with a little gate, through a small immaculately kept lawn up to the front door. The front door even had a Welcome Mat. The two heroines walked up the path, and opened the gate.
Supergirl remarked to her companion "This all looks so normal. I'm tempted to just ring the door bell."
"Chica the only way I could be more suspicious of dis place would be if it were made of candy," America sassed back as she swayed up the path shoulder to shoulder with Supergirl.
Reaching the front door Supergirl gave a few quick raps on the door, before trying the handle and finding it unlocked. reaching out with her super-senses she remarked to America. There is a big back yard and I think there are two women back there...they are on a bench swing together chit chatting. So no need to go in guns blazing yet. Le'ts try to get the lay of the land."
The heroines took stock of their surroundings. in the front hallway were 2 pairs of work boots and a rack with some light jackets. The inside of the house looked like something out of a home decor magazine. it was tastefully if slightly classically, decorated with area rugs over beautiful hardwood floors and fresh flowers in vases. Even without super senses America could hear women's voices coming from somewhere behind the house with the occasional giggle pr voice raised in joy. ignoring the stairs to the second floor the heroes entered the room to the right which appeared to be a parlor of some sort. Among the pleasant art where a series of framed diplomas.
Supergirl inspected the diplomas and remarked to America, "You said your friend is a lawyer, I see some degrees here, including one for UCLA Law for a Jennifer Walters. Is that your friend?"
America had been absentmindedly running her finger along one of the end tables, for some reason saddened that such a tastefully appointed home could use a light dusting. "Si. Jes that es her. Jen Walters, She-Hulk".
"So she practices law in her secret identity?" Supergirl asked.
"No Chica, Jen turns green and grande like a sexy jolly green gigante but she is still smart. She often practices law in her alternate form She has custom suits and everything. She says she feels moy furete in the courtroom that way. Comprende?"
Supergirl chuckled "Huh that's a new one. Maybe I should were a "Super-girl" costume to the next Halloween party at my office?"
More feminine chuckling came from behind the house now joined by classical music. A piece that was light and chipper befitting the surroundings. The heroines nodded at each other and headed further into the house. Stepping through the parlor the heroes found themselves in a den, similarly decorated. America noticed a coffee table near a comfy and inviting couch. The coffee table had a photo album with "OUR HAPPY MEMORIES" embroidered along the cover. America picked it up and started leafing through the photos scrap booked within. As she got further into the book her eye brows raised.
"Soo ESupergirl, des Caitlin lady she's a read head jes? Before she came here do ju know if she...played for my team?" America asked Supergirl as she turned the album to face her companion and started leafing through the photos to show her companion. Supergirl recognized the fair skinned red head as Caitlin and she took the brunette to be Jennifer Walters. Well sometime's the women was a small brunette and sometimes she her skin was as green as Jade with a body like Wonderwoman. Sometimes the women where cuddled together on a couch. Other times sharing glasses of wine on a bench swing. But then as America flipped the pages the shots got more...candid. There were a series a boudoir shots. Tasteful and well staged but certainly intimate with one or both of the women. Sometimes one or the other would be in their more muscled forms in elaborate pieces of lingerie. As the album continued the pictures tended to feature the girls with props, say holding a tennis racket and in a tennis cap and skirt...but no top. Photos together looked like posed pin up shots with the women acting out scenes like naughty nurse & patient or sexy student & dominatrix teacher.
Supergirl let out a long breath, "Not as far as I know, no. She likes the fellas. Or at least I thought she did. And She-Hulk..?"
America snapped the album shut "Oh she likes de hombres all right. De courtroom wasn't the only place being a gigante glamazon made her feel moy confidente. I heard dis one time she had to esay in court, under oath, how many men she slept with in her She Hulk form. The court transcript alone become a best seller on the erotica charts."
Supergirl squared her shoulders inadvertently thrusting out her much larger chest, "Then it's our job to bring them back to their senses."
The two girls walked through the den, through a wonderful kitchen and out into a back yard. Well to call it a backyard would be an understatement. Behind the house was an elaborate brick patio. On a small table an old Victrola record player cranked out classical music. A garden, filled with flowering plants. fruits and vegetables of all shapes and sizes was bordered by an ivy covered fence. Two women sat in a swing bench hung from a tall apple tree. A little further than that there was a tennis court.
"Ahem. Hello!? We are looking for She-Hulk and Caitlin Fairchild. We are here to rescue you."
Turning from their conversation the two ladies on the swing acknowledged the newcomers. The red head, Caitlin, had her hair in an elaborate updo. She wore white cat's eye sun glasses, purple 1950's style women's slacks and a green/purple striped blouse with green flats. Her companion, Jennifer Walters in her human form was in a white and purple sundress, a wide brimmed white hat sat atop a head of black curls running down to her shoulders. Her feet, clad in purple wedge heels, where crossed primly at the ankles.
Lowering the cat's eye sunglasses, Caitlin inspected the newcomers and then exclaimed loudly, in the accent of a Southern Debutante "Well ah do declare. Supergirl is that you? Honey it looks like you had a bit of a growth spurt since the last time I laid eyes on you." turning to her companion in the sundress she stage whispered "It seems one of my bosom companion is more bosomy these days" Turning again to the newcomers she raised her voice in a friendly manner "Y'all come closer, y-hear? come and let me introduce you to the missus."
Supergirl approached the pair cautiously, with America slinking behind her. But then the two heroines stopped in their tracks as from behind the two women on the bench swing to things rose into the air and hovered. the only to things, save for the dimensional portal that did not belong in the picturesque country environs. Two orbs white orbs, with what appeared to be camera lenses floated up from behind the bench and slowly approached America and Supergirl, their lenses wiring and telescoping as they fixated upon the girls. Recognizing sinister super science when they saw it, Supergirl and America each planted their feet into fighters stances.
Rising from her seat on the bench, Jennifer Walters, her voice a posh Mid-Atlantic Accent of old money in old movies said reassuringly "Calm down ladies. I assure you there is nothing to be worried about. We call them Lensy and Shutter. They just want to get a better look at you."
The floating cameras kept their distance from the superheros and started slowly circling them, one going clockwise and the other going counter clockwise around the heroes.
Caitlin also rose and chimed in "Think of them like little old lap dogs. Or pussy cats. They think y'all are in their territory and they just want to get a good sniff at ya."
And after a few more moments the mysterious camera drones made a series of pleasant high pitched ping noises, accompanied by a green blinking light on the aray of sensors, seemed to loose interest and retreated to a wider perimeter.
Supergirl started closing the distance between the two women that looked like they were at a garden party. "Caitlin, you seem to remember me. Remember we were on a mission. Think hard. It looks like we where captured by some pervert calling himself Dr. Diabolical. He has reality warping powers, but like Mr. Mxyzptlk it looks like if he makes a rule in his game he will follow it. We have to get you two out of her. Ms. Walters America tells me you two where on a mission with a group from your universe."
Jennifer's eyes light up in recognition "America, dahling, is that you? I didn't recognize you with the new hair and without that "bomber jacket" you are so fond of." Jennifer approached the young Latina and took her hands
"Si, es me Ms. Walters" America answered sheepishly, embarrassed that she was basically in a sexy Halloween costume in front of such a respected super heroine "Doctore Diablo he eforce me into dis maid costume"
Jennifer attempted to reassure the young women "Well I think your new hair looks lovely, with your hair up you can see that wonderful posture of yours. And there are worse things to be dressed up as in this place..."
"Ain't that the truth. Before we found this lovely little place Jenny and ah fought so hard. You would not believe the perverted things this place wanted us to do. We grew and shrank and there was all kinds of tacky BDSM. There was even a place where Jenny her was turned into a big ol cow lady and ah was her milk maid? Can you imagine the scandal if that had ever got out. Still it was a little fun though and eventually I did keep the country accent even if it's a mite bit more refined now. Sometimes I wonder if we could have found a way for Jenny to keep those big milky ..."
Jenny playfully swatted at Caitlin "Caitlin dahling don't be vulgar. Their is country and then their is country."
America's eyebrows went up. "SI claro! Country Matters!"
Supergirl looked quizzically at America.
America replied "Es a pun. It's...I'll tell you when ju are older.
Caitlin took Supergirl's hand and started to lead her towards a wrought iron patio furniture set, a circular table with 3 chairs. "Come come you must be so tired from your travels here why don't you take a load off for a second and get us up to speed."
As the group approached the table a high pitched whistle came from the kitchen.
"Oh dear." Jennifer exclaimed, "That must be the kettle. America, dahling could you be so kind as to bring the tea. The tea set should be on the counter"
America paused but after a light push to the lower back from Jennifer she started swaying her way to the kitchen. with one of the cameras following behind her.
As Caitlin piloted her to a chair Supergirl asked quizzically "Kettle? What kettle, we just came from the kitchen and I would of noticed something on the stove top..."
Taking seats opposite from supergirl and clasping each others hands the lesbian couple sat down, and spoke in unison "Everything in it's place and a place for everything."
Supergirl felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up "Ladies, that's a bit creepy..."
Caitlin reached across the table and took one of Supergirl's hand's in her's "Oh don't you worry your little head about anything. Just a little inside joke Jenny and ah have. That's the magic of this place things just come as they are needed. Things that make us happy."
Jenny chimed in "Yes Dahling wonderful things that make our life her so relaxing, not rushing here and there trying to save the world from one crisis or another. This is such a lovely little cottage. So unlike all those other humiliating things they wanted us to do. Do love, no class. Just cheap lust."
Caitlin added excitedly "As fa as Jenny and ah can figure, this place is supported by patrons of the finer things in life. Those who just want to see two lovely classy ladies having a refined time together. That's where our two little old camera friends come in. They let us know what people like, and what they don't and things just appear. Food, cloths, gardening supplies. And my little Jenny she puts those gardening supplies to use with her green thumb. Ah do a little house work with a smidgen of elbow grease."
Caitlin rose from her seat and stood behind Supergirl and placed her hands, gently but firmly, on the blonde's shoulders.
Jenny continued "Of course variety is the spice of life. Perhaps you have a place her? Wouldn't that be fitting? A blond brunette and a red head?"
Supergirl was feeling mentally sluggish "America...America"
Caitlin, holding Supergirl more forcefully and giving a push with her psychic powers (people tended to forget that she had those) "Oh don't worry about America. We could use a little help around the house. There is so much to do. Look here she comes with the tea"
America came out of the kitchen, holding a tray with an elaborate tea set placing one foot in front of the other. The camera following her made happy pings as the green light blinked green.
Supergirl tried to rise out of her seat only for Caitlin to apply more down ward pressure. The 2nd camera drone thing, how did she forget it was there? blared in a low tone and flashed a red light.
Caitlin leaned over and whispered sweetly in Supergirl's ear, "Now now don't go upsetting the cameras now here. They sound so upset when they make that red light and that little bad sound. Wouldn't you rather see the green light and hear the nice sound? Look at your little friend America, she may have found her place here..."
Jenny and Caitlin recited in unison "A place for everything and everything in it's place..."