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Fire And Ice
By : Saber0
Category: 1 through F > Arrow
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I'm back. And I have to credit actually getting a review for getting me back to the grind. Any kind of feedback whatsoever is a massive encouragement (you have no idea the number of projects I've worked on that are almost finished because no one shared my interests.)
I went back, re-edited my first three stories and cleaned up some grammar that slipped through the first time. Then I tackled this beast.
Right now, its slightly over 30k words. It used to be longer. I went into a lot greater detail about the card game and the player's styles. There was a lot more talking about everyone's sexual adventures out in the greater Arrowverse. But I knew I liked the idea of Cisco hosting his own version of the Thing's weekly poker game and that I really needed to write Caitlin and Frost as symbiotes, not competitors. There was stuff I couldn't make myself cut...and a lot of it was Sara's exploits.
I can't imagine where I'll fit it, but one day I'll use the section about how everybody wants to fuck Supergirl.

Note: One of the things that got cut was Sara giving a lecture on anal hygine and various people getting "prepped" but it really hurt the pacing. Ditto on the references to the Waverider scrubbing STDs. So...Disclaimer: This story is Porn and not reality.

Fire and Ice Part 4: Poker at Cisco’s
As orgasms went, Killer Frost found it…satisfactory. There was no mindless rush of euphoria but her disorientation was minimal. Her pussy ached not from abuse but hunger for more and a pleasant tingle slithered from her tailbone to the base of her skull. It would have been better if Frost had been in the driver’s seat the whole time, but even the aftermath was enjoyable.
However, its value as an experiment would have to wait until they checked the footage. Frost eyed the webcam even as she reclined in the chair and stroked her soaked folds. Her body was always extra sensitive after Caitlin came and Frost was eager to have a climax all her own. Rolling the tiny metal stud that pierced her nipple, she bit her lip and considered whether to sate her curiosity or her lust.
Why not both?
She leaned forward to reach for the mouse with her sticky fingers and gasped as her shifted weight pushed the vibrating plug more firmly into her ass. Her thighs squirmed in slick anticipation and she reveled in the insidious presence massaging her insides. As she pulled up the camera’s footage, Frost marveled at how far she and Caitlin had come.
A few weeks ago, Caitlin had been so uptight she could not have fit anything in her ass even if she tried. For her part, Frost had shied away from what she felt was submissive behavior. They had been engaged in a game of control over their shared body—and the associated orgasms. Frost’s preferred weapons of humiliation and audacity held a clear advantage, while Caitlin utilized meta-cancelling cuffs to prevent any sort of transformation which also left Frost disoriented and drained.
Then, poor “innocent” Caity had…renegotiated their relationship, with an aggression and viciousness that Frost would have been proud of—had not been aimed at her. Frost was still a little haunted by the memory of being held perpetually on the edge of cumming until she broke down begging. Although she was pressed to decide if it was shame or longing which dominated her thoughts about Caitlin’s device.
Regardless, things had changed and it was nowhere more apparent than even as the webcam showed Caitlin’s face with mixed eagerness and concern, her memories began to trickle into Frost’s consciousness.
“This is test number two of prototype Cee,” Caitlin recorded as she strapped a collar around their neck. Frost leaned back and stroked the smooth nano-tech laced fabric before brushing across the metallic snowflake crystal at its center. “Hopefully, I’ve adjusted the capacitor so it will bleed the dark matter energy gradually back into our system rather than just burn up.”
I think you might have it this time, girl, Frost thought as she fingered the still intact choker around their neck. You also don’t want to admit it, but it is just so kinky that you chose a choker for your…Dark Matter Inhibitor? Power Limiter? Caity-wants-to-be-bad Collar? Cisco was much better at the whole name thing, but Caitlin would never ask him to help. Even if it would have made the whole process go faster to have an actual engineer involved.
The quest to find a technology that would let Caitlin have an orgasm without immediately transforming or scrambling Frost’s thoughts had its dangers, but Frost healed quickly and it had led to a different kind of game. One where Caitlin pushed the limits of both this technology and her sexual daring. While she had yet to succeed, Killer Frost got to reap the benefits of her failure.
And watch Caitlin’s evolution with pride.
The previously mild-mannered scientist wore a furtive blush for a second before she reached into her purse and pulled out lube and the plug currently dancing inside Killer Frost. While she did not turn enough for Frost to watch the plug pop inside, it was almost better to have a close up of her expression as she worked it into her tight little asshole. The look of concentrated slowly shifted to a sigh of contented pleasure. Frost noted that the vibrating plug was larger than any the two of them had tried before—but still not as large as Heatwave.
If she keeps this up, Caity’s going to work up the nerve to try his cock next time she sees him, Frost mused, with only a little jealousy. While she was genuinely pleased at Caitlin’s growing sluttiness, since the sigma of submission had been forcibly stripped from her own mind Frost was loathe to have her “good girl” beat her to any milestones. After all, I’m supposed to do the things she’s afraid to do. And part of me has been curious ever since my burning man expressed interest. She supposed it would depend on which one of them got to him first and if Caitlin’s nerve lasted longer than this choker.
Mirroring Caitlin’s pose and spreading her ankles on the desk, Frost’s pussy on full display for the webcam and the rubbery base of the vibe just visible between her asscheeks. She found herself willing Caitlin to speed up her gentle strokes, not simply to find out when they transformed, but also because Frost was eager to cum again. Caitlin’s libido was barely less than her own and soon they were both aggressively masturbating, eyes locking through the camera as frequently as they could.
Soon, Frost closed her eyes and was inundated with Caitlin’s memories of the same feelings. The rippling sympathy of the two sets of similar sensations was more than she could bear and an orgasm wracked her body well before she heard Caitlin’s moans reach their crescendo. After riding out the aftershocks—which quickly turned into a second orgasm—Frost managed to focus enough to see Catlin’s trembling body on the screen—and not her own.
It worked! It would have been nice if the thought of them both finally being able to cum without interfering with the other was what pushed her into another sequence of multiple orgasms. However, Frost knew she was not that kind-hearted. Instead, she was inspired by the narcissistic thrill of mutually masturbating with the same body.
After all, I know Caity’s enjoyed the “home movies” I’ve taunted her with.
When Frost had finally sated herself, she watched the conclusion to Caitlin’s second orgasm and the gradual transformation into Frost that came with it. Rather than the sudden burst of change, their hair, skin and eyes slowly paled so that she could not tell when their personalities switched.
I guess that means she’s good for one or two and then the build up exceeds the capacitor and starts dumping dark matter energy back in. But at a slow enough rate that it doesn’t traumatize either of us. That’s amazing work considering she was too chicken shit to ask help from any of her more mechanically inclined friends. The thought of a furiously blushing Caitlin stumbling and stammering her way through an explanation for Harrison Wells was enough to inspire chuckles.
She belated realized that the recording had ended and that at some point the battery in the plug had died. Frost slowly extricated the sex toy and wiped it down with a disinfectant cloth before stowing back in Caity’s purse. After straightening Caity’s clothes—and noticing with delight that she could find no sign of panties—Frost grabbed a pen and a blue post-it.
F: Success! Ready for a field test?
She stuck the note to the webcam and glanced at the various chains of pink and blue post-it notes. As methods of communication went, it was simple but not without limitations. Color coded—Frost was obviously blue—they were linked together by conversations and there was one that had her particular interest. Now that they were free to pursue their passions, it was only a matter of their recipient and there was a very short list of potential partners. And this was the most recent part of an ongoing argument about that list.
F: Are the Legends back?
C: Still haven’t heard anything.
F: It’s been weeks since you got laid.
C: I suppose you have a suggestion?
F: There’s always Iris…
C: Not a chance. Pick someone else.
Again, she was missing the point. Caitlin had this perception of Killer Frost as a ruthless slut, who was out having all the anonymous sex Caitlin could only dream about. It was her job to do the things Caitlin wanted to do but was too ashamed or scared to do, but never without at least tacit agreement. They shared this body and she was sure Caitlin never realized that Frost had never fucked anyone Caitlin had not chosen.
Well, except for Amunet. Thoughts of that blonde psychopath and the things Killer Frost had let her do to them in order to buy mercy for Caitlin were still uncomfortable. However reluctantly, Frost had still been a bottom and enjoyed it and the lingering shame and fear had only gotten worse after pathetic Caitlin had stood up to Amunet. If she could tolerate any kind of introspection, Frost might have to admit that was what first pushed her to “punish” Caitlin and reaffirm who was the submissive in their own relationship.
And that rule is the only thing saving Iris’s sweet ass. They so want to fuck, but neither is going to take the first step without a push. I also owe Iris some payback after she helped Caity fuck my brains out… She made herself shake away memories of that chair and contemplated a response.
A small explosion and shouting cut through the soundproofing in the lab. Frost did not jump, but she did have an ice dagger formed in her hand as she glared at the sealed door. Caitlin may be increasingly daring but she certainly was not enough of an exhibitionist to masturbate without having a locked door and several inches of shielded wall between her and any surprise visitors. Without having any valid suggestions for someone they were both attracted to and that Caity would be willing to fuck, Frost unlocked the lab and wandered out into the chaos of the main lab.
Harrison Wells was grumpily fixing an erratic line drawn through a massive equation he had been working on since yesterday while Cisco gestured angrily with a micro-welder in one hand and a small fire extinguisher in the other. A smoldering pile of circuitry on Cisco’s desk was rendered unrecognizable even if Frost had had full access to Caitlin’s memories. In the middle of it all, Dinby was rolling his eyes unapologetically in a hideous shirt louder than his bellow of “Frosty! How’s my girl?”
“Wondering what the hell was going on.”
“All I wanted to know was if we were still on for poker at Ramon’s tomorrow,” Ralph shrugged as if he had no idea why everyone was upset. Truthfully, Frost rather enjoyed Dinby’s capacity to tweak the sensibilities of all the do-gooders, although she suspected Caitlin believed he was a decent person underneath all the…Dinby.
“You shouted it in my ear, Ralph!” Cisco roared. “And you just ruined a few hours’ worth of work!” And after a passive-aggressive growl from Wells, he added, “plus whatever Harry was doing.”
“Sorry,” Ralph looked anything but. “But are we on for Poker tomorrow?”
A monthly poker night at Ciscos had started long before Caitlin and Frost had split—in fact, before the accelerator exploded. It originated with Cisco, Robbie, Harley and Caitlin and had continued even after superheroes had been added to the mix. However, Frost herself had never been invited and Caitlin had not attended since Robbie’s death.
“Yes, Ralph.” Cisco gave up on shaming the shameless and rubbed his temple. Frost could practically hear him redesigning his project in his head.
Oblivious, Ralph pressed, “Any special guests?”
“The Legends are back in 2018 and Sara said she’s bringing Mick.” Frost fought back an eager smile. “Dig says he’s busy but he knows someone who needs the R&R and will be in town.”
“Table’s got six seats, Ramone!” Ralph’s unstoppable exuberance could be grating, but Frost saw an opportunity for Caitlin—and herself.
Before she could speak, Harry grumbled something and Cisco whirled around and pointed. “No! No. You’re still perma-banned. Perma. Banned.”
Frost exchanged glances with Ralph who shrugged. “He was counting cards. For everyone. Completely ruined the game.”
“Caity should play,” Frost cut in. “She’s been needing some fun.”
Cisco’s smile slowly faded into concern. “It’d be great to have her play again, but…it's been a while. What is she’s not ready?”
“She doesn’t know she’s ready,” Frost snorted. “And if she chickens out, I’ll take the seat.” She added that last to mollify Dinby. “I think it's safe to say that we’re officially a tag team now.”
She sauntered back to Caitlin’s workspace and peeled off a fresh blue post-it. She scrawled a quick message and added it to the chain.
F: Mick’s back. Poker night tomorrow.
After a moment’s hesitation, she peeled off a second note and added:
F: You can have him first, but I get to choose the outfit.
I’ll give you first crack at the beast, but one of us is getting fucked in the ass tomorrow.

It was always odd to realize you had reached a new normal. Just a few weeks ago, Caitlin Snow had been in an endless struggle with the dark side of her psyche. Constant stress and unfulfilled lust had turned her mind into a feeding ground for her evil twin’s wanton and reckless behavior. It had all Caitlin could do just to convince herself that humiliation and not jealousy was at the core of her dislike for Killer Frost’s antics.
And now, it seemed completely natural to share her body with a supervillainess. Well, more like a reformed supervillainess these days. Killer Frost had failed to live up to her nickname, but was still a little touchy if you challenged her “evil bitch” street cred. And now that she was not always trying to drive Caitlin insane, Killer Frost had become almost like a badass twin sister: there when she was needed and generally rooting from the sidelines.
Now, instead of rivals for control of the same body, they worked as a team, albeit with diverging skill sets, interests and approaches. Killer Frost was still a confrontational, no-nonsense renegade and Caitlin was still the one who prepared and planned and preferred a supporting role. Yet, Frost was constantly pushing Caitlin to be more affirmative and take more risks, while developing some of her compassion and heroism.
However, their fashion tastes still clashed, and a careful compromise had been worked out for tonight. Caitlin tugged the wrinkles from a skirt that was too tight and short to be professional but not nearly as much as Frost would have preferred. Her thin blouse and clinging sweater were almost as demure as any she would have worn in the office, but the former was unbuttoned enough to show the Uninhibitor Collar—Frost’s alteration to the name. Lacking Frost’s innate agility, she had vetoed high heels in the favor of comfortable flats.
All in all, it was stylish enough for her first real “night out” in a while without looking like she was tarting herself up. She only hoped the collar was thin and delicate enough to pass as a decorative accessory and not prompt any awkward questions before she and Mick could quietly lose and leave separately. And once he got what Frost called her “innocent librarian” outfit off, he would see the surprise their kinkier side had picked out.
The response to her texted arrival was simply, “Back door’s unlocked. Come on up.”
She had rarely visited Cisco’s parents’ old house in the suburbs since his brother Dante’s untimely death. The two boys had inherited the house and lived as roommates; she expected the entire place to have become an overgrown bachelor pad since Dante had been the neat-freak. But the main floor was mostly clean and still warm and homely.
I didn’t think Gypsy was into the whole “adding a woman’s touch,” but maybe Cisco just wants to impress her.
Upstairs was everything she remembered and far more in keeping with what she had expected. In any other house, the game-room probably would have been in the basement, but teenage Cisco had long ago captured that space and transformed it into his lab. Turning eighteen had only meant that he started living down there. Instead, the two boys had redecorated their childhood room into a communal space: complete with a large tv, gaming consoles, mini fridge, and of course, the poker table.
One wall of the room was dominated by the sound system a teenage Cisco had cobbled together and promptly spent the next decade of his life fine-tuning. Hartley and he had completely rebuilt it four years ago and he once said it was loud enough to blast someone’s clothes off. Caitlin had assumed he was joking, but there was just enough of that ‘evil teenage boy’ glint in his eyes that she was never sure.
When she came up the stairs, Mick was disappointingly absent. However, Cisco was fiddling with the sound settings while Ralph stretched around a table soccer game in order to play himself. Sara Lance watched with bemusement and sipped her beer; her free hand traced whorls into the felt covered table.
“Hi, Caitlin. Nice outfit,”
Caitlin had not seen Sara since she had begun to reexamine her own sexuality and was struck by the sheer force of the ex-assassin’s confident sexuality. Sara’s loose and comfortable clothing could not entirely hide the lean strength in her graceful frame. Caitlin could feel those bright blue eyes piercing through her clothes and forcibly reminding her that Sara was bisexual. More than the attention, she found herself blushing as she recalled all the crazy stories about Sara’s time-travelling debauchery.
Managing to stumble through a thanks, Caitlin escaped by grabbing a beer from the fridge and saying hi to Cisco and Ralph. Without a better option, she grabbed the seat across from Sara where she could keep an eye on the stairs. After a few minutes of polite pleasantries, Sara’s smirk caught her attention and the blonde said loudly, “Mick went out to get more beer. He didn’t like the brand that Ralph bought.”
Without looking up from the table game, Ralph called out, “The man’s a savage!”
Caitlin coughed and stared at Sara. “I didn’t say…”
“Please, I caught him and your other side halfway to pound-town after the Earth-X attack.” Caitlin wilted and took a long pull of beer to cover her nervousness. “And he certainly had a bit of a kick in his step every time he visited 2018 since then.” Sara’s smile was positively evil; Caitlin could feel the unspoken accusation boring into her. “And let’s not forget the last time he was here, he missed a whole mission for, and I quote, ‘a pretty lively piece of ass.’”
Caitlin wished she could die of embarrassment on the spot but found herself blurting out, “I’m sorry. It was just the one time!” before she noticed Sara’s surprise and immediately regretted it. Thankfully, Ralph and Cisco were too engrossed in their distractions, but she motioned for Sara to talk quietly.
“Ho…ly…shit. You’re his 2018 booty call?” Caitlin held her face in her hands and frantically wished that embarrassment was one of the emotions that could transform her into Killer Frost. “I honestly did not see miss goody two shoes knocking boots with Mick!” Sara’s laughter was bemused rather than mocking and Caitlin found herself reluctantly chuckling. “And to think, I thought the strangest pre-wedding hookup was butt-fucking a girl from another earth.”
Caitlin bit down on her finger to mute a squeal. When she could control herself, she whispered, “I thought she was walking funny!”
“I told her sister that she fell out of the bed,” Sara admitted while suppressing chuckles. “But that really pales in comparison to you and Mick hooking up.”
“I’m beginning to think I have a villain fetish,” she confessed in between breathless laughter.
“Who doesn’t?” Sara clinked beers and they both took a long sip. “One of my exes used to lead a global assassination conspiracy.”
Shrugging, Caitlin sighed out the remaining tension. “If it’s any consolation, I think he definitely prefers Killer Frost.”
“Wait, wait…wait.” Sara leaned across the table. “He’s getting a little sugar and spice? The dog!” They shared another laugh while Sara leaned back and looked Caitlin up and down in a speculative manner. Caitlin blushed again, but not out of embarrassment. “Got to say, I’m a little jealous.”
Caitlin licked her lips and leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially, “If Mick doesn’t show, one or the other of us’ll be tempted to give you a chance.” It was comforting to talk to Sara: no matter how odd Caitlin’s sex life might be, Sara’s was stranger. Or so she had heard and thus far, Sara did not disappoint.
“You are just full of surprises tonight, Dr. Snow.” Sara smirked and ran her finger around the mouth of her bottle, somehow making it look seductive. “I guess I’d better play my cards right.”
Unwilling to push the flirtation too far, Caitlin looked for a way to backtrack until the doorbell rang. Cisco breached down and a moment later, came back up the stairs with a young woman with chin length dark hair and familiar features. Sara jumped up and immediately embraced her warmly.
“Thea, you look great. If that’s what a coma does for you, I might have to try it.” Sara teased and ushered her to a seat. The woman looked a few years younger than Sara, but was maybe an inch taller, with a slimmer, more elegant figure. She still moved gingerly and she grabbed Sara’s beer like it was a life-line and polished it off with one long pull. “I hope you’re not pushing it too fast.”
“Well, blame your dad. I’ve been out of it for less than two months and he made me Chief of Staff.”
Sara looked in Caitlin’s direction and made introductions. “Caitlin, this is Thea Queen, Ollie’s little sister. Thea, this is Dr. Caitlin Snow from S.T.A.R. Labs.”
They shook hands across the table and Caitlin added, “I can see you’re still suffering some muscle atrophy. We’ve got some tech that might be able to help with that while you’re in town.”
“No offense Doctor Snow, but I’ve had my fill of labs and hospitals. Just being out of Star City and having a night off is going to do worlds of good.”
“Just call me Caitlin.”
“I’m just surprised that someone’s here who doesn’t have a secret identity.”
Caitlin laughed, “Well…technically I’m also Killer Frost.”
“Catchy,” Thea winced. “I campaigned for Arsenal, but they keep calling me Speedy like when I was a kid.”
“Because you are a kid.” Sara gently jostled her with an elbow. “I used to baby-sit you; if you’re not a kid, that makes me old.”
At that, Mick came stomping up the stairs, a box of beer under each arm. “I didn’t want to share, so I got two,” he grumbled.
When he caught sight of Caitlin he paused and his eyes lit up before he practically shoved the second crate into Cisco. Thea leaned away as he crossed behind her to take his seat, but Sara kept glancing between Mick and Caitlin with a conspiratorial smile stamped across her face.
Mick effortlessly popped the top of his beer and somehow managed to leer at Caitlin through a sideways glance. She thought about putting on a show of ignoring him and instead returned a frank appraisal all her own. Thea’s confusion was only matched by Sara’s delight at the exchange.
All we need to do now is extricate ourselves from the game and then it’ll be time for some real fun. The thought alone quickened her pulse and dampened her thighs but instead of the precursors to Killer Frost, all she could feel was a slight tingle from her throat as the choker did its job.
Ralph literally slipped around the table and into his chair, his horribly patterned shirt an offense to the eye. “Okay, everybody’s here so let's. Get. This. Game. Rollll—”
“Shut it, Ralph.” Cisco pulled on a dealer’s visor and began to shuffle. “Okay, ladies and gents, the buy-in is thirty bucks. Whites are one, Reds are five and Blue is ten. Dollar antes, five-card draw.”
“I still say draw’s for pansies,” Mick growled.
“Look, Mick, this is just a friendly game. If you want to host a high-stakes hold-em game on the Waverider, I’ll be there. But here, we play draw.” Cisco spoke like a man who has had this argument before and was willing to have it again as necessary. He collected everyone’s money and dished out the colored betting chips.
An audible rush entered the room and suddenly Wally West was standing at the top of the stairs. With his usual cheer, he glided up to the table. “Cisco! I saw the light was on. Do you have NBA 2k18? The Wi-Fi in Cambodia is spotty as…oh.” He finally seemed to take in the rest of the assembled players.
Cisco sighed and rubbed his face. “Everybody, this is Iris’ little brother, Wally. Wally, this is everybody.”
“Jeeze, what is this, kid’s night?” Mick grumbled, but happily swigged his beer as he looked Caitlin up and down, not even trying to hide his approval.
“Yeah, Mick. Listen, Wally…” Cisco never got a chance to finish as Wally zoomed up and around the table.
“Oh, neat, poker. You know, I’ve never played before.” He picked up a few of Ralph’s chips and his eyes lit up. “Hey, can I play? It turns out finding yourself is a lot less exciting than you’d think—”
Ralph snatched back the chips and snapped, “Great for you, kid, but there’s six seats at the table.”
“Well, I can go get another…”
“There’s six seats.”
“He could have your spot, Stretch,” Mick chortled but seemed as amused by Wally’s antics as he was immune to Caitlin’s covert suggestion to get the fuck out of there and start…well, fucking.
Caitlin saw the coming argument and stood up to cut it off early. “It’s okay, he can have my seat. I’m okay with just watching and hanging out.” She tried to non-verbally convey her impatience but she could never tell if Mick was oblivious or just deliberately frustrating her.
“After all,” Sara teased, “you’re just here for the companionship.” She ignored Caitlin’s daggered glare.
Technically, she’s not wrong. Tonight was never about poker, Catlin admitted as she sat in a comfortable arm chair and watched Wally take her place. And who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and Mick will go out early. And then I can get lucky.
Noticing the cash in the chip box for the first time, Wally looked sheepish. “Uh…all I have is Riel. Can somebody…”
Caitlin rolled her eyes and waved her hand. “It’s fine.”
“Okay, now if we can get started…” Cisco went over the rules again and dealt out the first hand.
Ralph raised a finger to make a point. “Just so’s we’re clear: Dinby family rules. No cashing out. No excuses. No ‘the world needs saving.’ You’re in until you bust.” He shrugged and turned his hands over. “Or until you pass out. And then we shove your chips into the pot and go through your pockets for loose change.”
Mick laughed and Cisco grimaced, but Wally looked around the table uncertainly. “Actually, I’m a speedster, I can’t get drunk.”
“We can’t have that,” Ralph grinned. “Cisco, do you have any more of that super-drink you gave Barry?”
“No. Not anymore.” Cisco shook his head. “Not since the bachelor party when we all got thrown in jail.”
“Don’t remind me. You guys got me barred from the Golden Booty. Then again, we did run into Cecile’s daughter.”
Caitlin had very different memories of that night, fighting for her life against Amunet. But the mention of Cecile’s daughter struck a chord. An encounter Frost and she had had at that very club with a young stripper with familiar features came into frightening clarity.
“Uhhh, by ‘ran into Cecile’s daughter’ what did you mean?” Caitlin fought to keep her expression bland, or at least confused, but she could feel her pulse racing.
Cisco hung his head; his embarrassment only got worse as Ralph casually explained. “Joanie worked as a dancer at the Golden Booty. It seemed like a whole ‘college rebellion’ thing to me, but I never judge why a woman chooses to take her clothes off. I mean, we didn’t even get to see if she was a good dancer—Joe derailed the whole thing.”
Caitlin missed Wally’s protestations about hearing about his dad in a strip-club as she realized that Joanie and Jasmine were probably one and the same. It had been easier to forgive herself for whatever Killer Frost had done to a nameless stripper when there was no chance that they would ever meet again. Caitlin had been in a bad place at the time and Joanie had been a little condescending, but it bothered her how much she had enjoyed the idea of Frost giving the girl some comeuppance. Now that she knew who ‘Jasmine’ really was and worse, knew her family, it was inspiring new levels of guilt. It might be rationalization, but Caitlin had grown comfortable with the idea of Frost enacting petty vengeance. As long as she made sure things never got out of hand.
As the game continued in the background of her attention, an absolutely terrifying thought drowned out petty moral qualms. Cecile could read minds. Caitlin was performing supplementary scans on the baby next week and if she was not careful all of this would come out. And whatever Caitlin’s reasons might have been, a woman whose nickname was “Cecile Your Fate” was probably not going to be understanding about any mistreatment of her daughter.
Caitlin sat quietly mulling over her options and planning new ways to not think about something. She realized her beer was empty and decided there was no use dwelling on something she could not change. Taking this opportunity to observe the game and its players, she circled the table to get to the mini-fridge. While she was not exactly an expert, the months the original S.T.A.R Labs played had taught her a lot about how some people played the game.
Unless Wally was running a very devious ‘beginner’s luck’ con, he clearly did not understand about betting and bluffs. Ralph thought distracting banter was a strategy, but his bluffs kept getting called and he was drinking heavily to cover his disappointment. As the one she knew least, it was hard to get a read on Thea, who seemed reserved and cautious both in the game and conversation. Conversely, Caitlin understood exactly how Cisco played: by calculating the odds, gaining an early lead and slow playing the opposition into unwise bets. Sara was a dangerous player, with no tells and a ruthless instinct for a bluff.
Finally, there was Mick, who gambled like he did everything else he enjoyed: with enthusiasm and reckless abandon. He took more risks than anyone else at the table, but his unpredictability and aggression made the others back down. And despite Caitlin’s hopes when he took a big loss early, he showed no signs of quitting the table.
When she passed behind Mick to get to the beer, Caitlin gently nudged his arm with her hip and subtly gestured toward the stairs. However, she found out that the arm was at the perfect height to fondle her butt. His fingers quickly found the seam of her panties and traced them down to the edge of her thighs. She was barely able to carry small talk with a smirking Sara and simply luxuriated in the attention paid to her neglected backside. While she was thankful that the rest of the table was too engrossed in the game to notice, Killer Frost’s exhibitionism was bleeding though and it was all she could do to keep from moaning.
When Caitlin finally broke away with a stifled sigh, she shot Mick a fiercer glare and flicked her eyes again toward the exit. All she got was a pat on the ass from Mick and a teasing wink from Sara. Those bright blue eyes followed Caitlin all the way to her seat and paid careful attention as she crossed her legs.
Piqued, Catlin nursed her beer and glared at Mick’s muscular back. I bet that jerk’s playing hard to get. He loves that dumb thug routine soooo much, but I’m wise to his tricks. It’d serve him right if I just went home and masturbated. The starving twinge between her legs was almost painful in rejection of that thought and it was safe to assume that Killer Frost would be…imaginative in expressing her disapproval.
Well, in that case, Sara seemed ready to strip me down on the poker table. From her reputation, she’s probably good enough in bed that even Frost can’t complain.
Unfortunately, while Cisco had a narrow lead, both Mick and Sara were nipping at his heels and neither was ready to quit the table, no matter how many ‘come hither’ looks Caitlin threw in their direction.
It was Sara’s turn to deal and as her nimble fingers sorted the cards Ralph stretched across the table and opened the mini-fridge. Whilst his elongated hand searched blindly, he wiggled an eyebrow in the blonde time-captain’s direction. “From what I hear, this whole Legends business is just an excuse for you to go Captain Kirk-ing throughout history.”
Caitlin nearly choked on her beer, although Sara’s glare was slightly bemused. “What do you mean by that?”
Surprisingly, it was Cisco who chipped in, “You know, a girl—or guy—in every century. Marking off those big names in your little black book.”
“Mick?”
“Yeah, Boss?”
“Have you been spreading rumors about me?”
“Of course!” Mick belched happily. “I can’t be the only one. Besides, they’re not rumors if they’re true, are they?”
Sara made a face and took in the curious expressions around the remainder of the table. “Look I’m sure most of those are exaggerated.”
“So, you didn’t sleep with Supergirl’s sister at the wedding?” Cisco asked and Caitlin found herself covering her mouth in an effort not to call out ‘in the butt!’
I definitely don’t want her—or Mick—telling stories about who else had a wedding hook-up.
“No comment,” Sara growled and looked at her cards, but the rest of the table flooded with questions.
“Didn’t you have a threesome with Cleopatra and Marc Antony?”
She sighed and held up her hands in surrender, “Marc, yes. Cleo, no.”
“How about Ra’s al’Ghul’s daughter?”
“Everybody knows that, Ralph!”
“I meant the other one, Thea!”
“Talia doesn’t swing that way. She prefers them tall, dark and brooding.”
“How about Anne Bonny?”
“Never met her. Blackbeard was a tool, though.”
“John Constantine?”
“We were drunk.”
“Helen of Troy?”
“…third base.”
“I knew it!” roared Mick. “You kept giving us shit and I knew you were going to fuck her!”
“Look, we were dropping her off on an island of warrior women; somebody had to teach her how to eat a pussy.” She shrugged at Mick’s continued indignation. “You didn’t think she was going to be a top, did you?”
Thea cleared her throat, “I heard something about Queen Guinevere?”
Rubbing her eyes in resignation, Sara admitted. “Four-way with Arthur and Merlin. Arthur and I double teamed her and Merlin was a total butt-slut.” That little announcement silenced the room and Sara looked around and waited for everyone to drop their gaze. “Anyone else?”
Yup. Definitely enough for Killer Frost.
Cisco finally broke the silence with a slightly choked, “Okay people, let’s get back to the game!”
As the game resumed, the only thing that matched Ralph’s declining pile of chips was his sobriety. In addition to wobbling in his seat and making unwise wagers, he was getting louder and more confrontational. “This makes no sense. None at all. Ima brilliant detective. I shouldn’ be losin’.”
Cisco just rolled his eyes and raised the bet but Thea smiled into her beer. “Come on, I work with a lot of smart people. What makes you so special? I thought you were just a stretchy guy.”
“Ima great—Ima detective because I’m a keen observer.” Ralph winked in what he probably meant to be a seductive manner and pointed a finger-gun. “So, dontcha doubt me, Miss 32-24-33.”
“How did…” Thea blinked in surprise and the leaned away from Ralph’s wobbling finger. “Did he just—"
“Yes,” Caitlin sighed. “He refuses to admit that’s creepy, but I thought he’s stopped after Iris threatened—”
“Quiet, 34-25-34,” Ralph stretched his neck across the room to glare at Caitlin. She flicked him on the nose and her recoiled. “Ow. My point is, I am the greatest detective you’ll e’er meet,” he said, straightening up and puffing his chest.
“Your call, ‘detective’,” joked Wally as he folded.
Ralph blinked and stared at his cards, then up at the sizable pool and across to where Mick held his disheveled hand. “He’s bluffin.” Ralph carefully counted out most of his remaining chips. “Show me your cards, Mike.”
“Mick!’ hissed Wally nervously, but the former supervillain just laughed uproariously and chugged his beer.
“Full house, Stretch!” Mick dropped his cards and did wait for a response before shoveling the pool toward his pile. “There’s no sweeter sight than a disappointed pig.”
As he reached for a new beer, he looked to wink in Caitlin’s direction and froze when he realized she had hiked her skirt and spread her legs just enough for him to see what she was wearing underneath. Mick’s eyes widened and she saw him lick his lips before he turned back to the table. Thankfully, she had just enough time to straighten her skirt and cross her legs again before Sara’s curious gaze turned her way.
If he can’t pick up that hint, I don’t know what else I can do besides mount him in the middle of everyone. The earlier thrill of exhibition had only intensified and Caitlin marveled at the lewd behavior she found herself partaking in. And enjoying. More of Killer Frost’s bad influence, no doubt.
Ralph endured some good-natured ribbing until the next hand when Sara raised beyond his remaining chips. After crying foul, Ralph begged the others to cover him. Finally, he locked eyes with Sara, “Tell you what, 34-26-35, if I can guess your underwear, you cover my bet.”
Caitlin heard Thea mutter, “Jeeze, he’s like a pervert savant.”
Sara laughed, but shrugged. “Do it for everyone and I’ll let you take the pot.”
Ralph stood, tilted for a second before righting himself and then grinned. “Challenge…accepted!” He pointed Sara, inclined his head and said, “Haynes cotton…bikini cut?” And then with more certainty and minimal slurring he added, “Grey. Comfortable and you can buy them anywhere.”
Shaking her head incredulously, Sara coughed and then sipped her beer. “Good guess. Keep going.”
Continuing around the circle, his eyes clearer and more focused, he pointed at Cisco, “Boxers, definitely with something geeky on them.”
Cisco shrugged and said, "TIE Fighters.”
“Whatever, nerd,” Ralph said dismissively, already moving on to Thea. She blushed and tried to squirm away from him. “You’re not feeling like yourself and needed a confidence booster. I’m guessing something black, lacy, maybe a little see-through?” Thea hid her face in her hand and Ralph punched the air. “Wally’s wearing boxer briefs, probably in red or yellow like his costume.”
“Huh,” Wally smiled and looked around the table. “He’s right.”
“Good luck with me, Stretch.” Mick grumbled and leaned back in his chair.
“Thanks for the hint, big guy. Obviously, you’re commando.”
Mick snorted but did not deny it, leading Sara to punch him. “I chafe,” he protested.
When Ralph reached for the pot, Sara clamped his hand with an iron grip. “There’s still one more person in the room.”
Caitlin squeaked when everyone turned to stare and nervously tugged at her skirt. Despite her earlier daring, there was a difference between a flirting tease with someone she was considering sleeping with and the full attention of the room on her secretly revealing panties. For that matter, it was bad enough that Sara had figured out about her and Mick without everyone else knowing. Maybe it's just that while I’m turned on acting like a slut, I really don’t want anyone else to know I’m a slut.
Ralph casually flipped a hand and said, “Please, she’s wearing something sensible in pastels that covers her ass. Now give me my money.”
“Wrong.” Smugness cut through her embarrassment and Catilin let a smirk tug at the edges of her mouth.
“Excuse me?” Ralph turned back and stared at her before he slapped his head. “Sorry, I forgot there’s two of her. If she’s worried Frosty will stop by, she’ll wear a dark blue thong.”
“Still wrong, and how do you know I do that?” Caitlin challenged, feeling her cheeks burn.
“Panty-lines.” Ralph said off handedly. “And what do you mean, ‘wrong?’”
“As in, that’s not the underwear that I have on.”
“Prove it” he declared indignantly. “I’m not saying you’re a liar, but I suspect a conspiracy.”
Sara stood up, which put her directly between Ralph and Caitlin. “Just lose with some class, Dinby. She doesn’t have to show you her panties.”
“A ha!” He jerked forward as if some grand revelation had occurred.
Just as Cisco started to forestall any argument, a new breach opened in the middle of the room and everyone froze. Thus, they all had an unobscured view as a tall, leggy Latina strode through the portal. She was dressed in a metal bikini and loincloth and her long wavy hair was pulled back through a metal hair piece into a ponytail. She certainly had the figure to pull off the outfit, with a narrow waist, firm stomach and breasts that just barely stayed inside her costume.
“Cisco, I have a surprise—” her expression instantly changed from seductively coy to one of surprise and then to complete non-expression. She took in the room and its occupants until her eyes found Cisco, whose mouth worked silently in confusion.
Mick was the first to break the silence with an appreciative whistle and then Wally whispered, “wow, poker night is awesome.” Caitlin was just glad that the attention was away from her, although part of her mind was definitely filing this image away for later use.
Cisco finally found his voice. “Gypsy? Uh…I thought our date was tomorrow night?”
“I got off work early and decided to surprise you.” She crossed her arms angrily, but that only deepened her cleavage. “I did not know you were having guests.”
“Yeah…poker night.” He looked around either for escape or inspiration, “Listen, Cynthia, I—”
Gypsy gestured angrily and summoned another breach. She turned to walk through, her hips swaying enough to flash most of her ass behind the loincloth. Just before she reached the breach, she looked back and gestured impatiently, “Are you coming?”
Stumbling and tripping over his chair, Cisco lurched toward the portal. Ralph stretched out and grabbed his arm, asking, “Where do you think you’re going?”
Shaking free with a mixture of impatience and incredulity, Cisco made a pained expression. “She’s dressed like Slave Leia, Ralph. Forget poker.”
“You can’t leave an empty seat! Dinby family rules!”
Cisco shrugged and looked at Caitlin and shouted, “She can finish the game,” before jumping backwards through the breach just as it closed.
Wally looked around the room and chirped, “Does that kind of thing happen all the time?”
“It does for me,” Sara said and laughed when Mick toasted her in response.
Caitlin daintily righted Cisco’s chair between Sara and Thea, “I guess this is mine?
“I’m not sure I want to play with a liar and a cheater,” Ralph sniffed before it turned into a drunken belch.
“Give it a rest, Stretch,” growled Mick. “We all just want to play, so let’s play.”
“Well, if she ain’t lying, I’m outta chips.”
“Actually,” Sara took the deck and began to shuffle, with a canary-eating grin that Caitlin instinctively dreaded. “There might just be a compromise here.”
Caitlin took her seat and met those mischievous blue eyes. “What are you thinking, Sara?”
“Strip Poker.”
“Really, Sara? We’re not teenagers.” Caitlin glanced at Wally and Thea and added. “Probably.”
“Hey!” They protested practically in unison.
“Really, Caitlin.” Sara said, “We all declare…say, five articles of clothing. No ante. Last person with clothes takes the whole pot. We make this game interesting and Ralph has a chance to find out if you’re a liar.” This last was said with a wink that Caitlin would have found endearing if she was not so irritated.
“I’m in,” growled Mick as he opened another beer with his thumb.
“Of course, you are,” Caitlin found her misgivings melt as the challenge in his eyes met her frustrated libido. It was the same excitement he had the first—and only—time they had slept together. While he had been delighted to find the wanton slut inside her, it paled in comparison with how much Caitlin had come to enjoy letting her out. It had started her quest of sexual experimentation and pushing her boundaries and maybe this was just another step on that journey. And if nothing else, I’m just too horny to walk away now.
While Caitlin’s inhibitions eroded, Wally coughed and tried to intercede. “I’m sure Thea doesn’t want to—”
“Sure, why not?” Thea drank the last half of her beer in one long chug. “I haven’t played since I was a kid,” she half sneered in Caitlin’s direction. “It’ll be interesting if all you old-timers have the guts to go all the way.”
Realizing that they all were looking directly at her, Caitlin started to form some half-hearted protest until she heard Ralph mutter as he sipped his beer. “Just make ‘er turn into Frost. You all know she’d do it.”
Caitlin rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the anger drain away the anxiety. She had convinced herself that she was done competing with and comparing herself to Killer Frost, but she just could not let that comment pass. Besides, now that someone else had said it, she had to admit it had been in the back of her own mind. Glancing at Sara, she added, And I didn’t go through all the trouble of building this collar just to let Frost have all the fun!
“Okay, I’ll play,” she forced herself to sound reluctant even as her body flushed with the possibilities.
Now that the game was on, Wally’s expression now mirrored the nervous excitement Caitlin was concealing. When he noticed Caitlin looking, he grinned sheepishly and said, “I’ve never played strip poker, either.”
Sara quickly took charge and had everyone declare their five items of clothing:
She herself selected her bra and panties, a low-cut dark green shirt, skinny jeans and her shoes.
Mick had his soot-stained jacket, a black t-shirt, heavy duty pants, boots and a belt.
Wally wore a yellow wind-breaker, a mandala patterned t-shirt, his underwear, cargo shorts and sandals.
Ralph declared his five items to be his bright purple button down shirt, his undershirt, boxers, slacks and shoes.
Thea was dressed in a loose burgundy pullover, long grey skirt, bra and panties and her tights.
Caitlin chose her white blouse, dark grey sweater, black knee-length skirt and her underwear.
She had considered taking the choker as an item, but she decided that she was going to try and play as herself for as long as she could manage. From the looks of things, there’s going to be enough action for both of us, no matter what.
As Mick quickly bet two items on the first hand, Caitlin realized that she alone lacked any relatively safe items to take off first, let alone two. Even her sweater would reveal how thin and see-through her blouse was. She dropped her cards and wryly said, “Coming on a little strong, aren’t you?”
“Only way I know how to do it,” Mick’s hungry grin sent tingles down her spine—and other, lower parts. “It’s not worth doing unless it's worth doing hard and fast.”
“Shut up about your love life, Mick,” Sara remained unperturbed at Caitlin’s indignant glare and even winked cheekily. “However, somebody has to keep you from bluffing everyone out on the first hand. Call.”
“Maybe you should re-raise then,” Caitlin smiled as Sara gave her look questioning whose side she was on.
No matter who lost, they would be down several pieces of clothing right away and if it was Sara, she would be showing some skin. Wally and Ralph had eager smiles on their faces, but Thea looked like she was reconsidering almost as much as Caitlin. Then, the younger girl took a sip of beer and began to eye Mick’s broad chest speculatively.
“Nah, I’m okay.” Sara flipped over two Aces and frowned when she saw Mick’s two small pair. “Or…maybe not.”
Mick just chortled and started collecting the cards for his deal. Everyone’s eyes slowly turned back to Sara as she shrugged and started to push back her chair.
She had one shoe half-way off when Ralph wolf-whistled and shouted, “Take it off sexy-like!”
He winced when Thea swatted him but Sara just rolled her eyes and sat back. She slowly ran her hands along her legs until she reached her half-off shoe. Slowly, sensually, she slid it the rest of the way off and drew it across her body and between her breasts before dropping it over her shoulder. For all that her performance was mocking, it seemed that Sara could make anything look sexy.
Sara stood and swayed her hips as she tugged the bottom of her long-sleeved shirt. The motion deepened her neckline until Caitlin could see the edges of a white bra peeking out. As the hem lifted, she flexed her already well-defined abdominals. A pair of well sized breasts popped into view, cupped within a practical and supportive bra. They were definitely at least a cup-size bigger than Caitlin’s, but fit perfectly on Sara’s broader chest. When she finally tugged the shirt off her head and threw it against the wall, Sara had lost her disinterested expression. She spun the chair around and straddled it, straightening her hair.
“That good enough for you, Dinby?”
“Oh yeah,” leered Ralph, still staring at the glimpses of her bra around the chair back.
Following his eyes, she grimaced and explained, “Hey, I dressed for comfort. I didn’t know anybody was going to see my underwear tonight.” Thankfully she did not look in Caitlin’s direction, but the implication still hung in the air between them.
Luckily, Caitlin’s hand was good, but she was still cautious when Wally bet his shoes and Thea and Dinby both quickly called. In a normal poker game, she certainly would have raised with three of a kind, but she was not quite reckless enough to risk exposing herself all in one go.
In fact, Sara’s cockiness had taken a slight hit with the loss of her shirt. After a moment’s hesitation, she bit her lip and then tossed her cards at the table. “Yeah, not with that trash.”
Mick leaned forward menacingly, “well, I guess it's up to me to raise…” Thea audibly groaned and Caitlin winced at his entirely predictable antics. Obviously neither of them was confident about their hands and hated to lose clothing on a fold. But then he snorted in laughter and folded. “—nah. I’m out.”
Caitlin sagged in relief as she narrowly beat out Wally’s two kings with three tens. “All right, who’s first?”
Sara clapped her hands and took charge, “Clockwise from the winner, which means, get going, Wally.” When Wally revealed he already had his sandals off, Sara facepalmed and said, “Get going, Dinby!”
Ralph might have tried to make a show of taking off his shoes, but no matter how much he concentrated, he was clearly far beyond sobriety.
Thea seemed struck by inspiration and carefully wriggled out of her skirt while still at the table. She was able to tug her pullover just low enough to reach the tops of her legs, although that did leave her shoulders and bra-straps bare. When she reached under to pull it out, Caitlin and Ralph were each treated to a glimpse of pale flesh and black nylon.
After the deed was done, Sara frowned. “Wait, come on, I had to put on a show. From now on, Dinby family rules: do it sexy-like.”
“That’s not actually one of the Dinby family rules.”
“Whatever. Deal, Wally.”
During the round, Mick started ribbing Wally in a good natured but overbearing way that set Caitlin on edge. Wally was a good kid—well, man—and was too non-confrontational to tell the bigger man to back off. Finally, she snapped back.
“Come on Mick, maybe you should tell us how you lost your virginity?”
“I was sixteen. Sara did it. In the Waverider’s cargo bay.”
Thea folded and frowned. “Wait…how…she’s got to be ten years younger than…”
“Time travel.” Sara rolled her eyes. “Technically, I was a rebellious eighteen-year-old and deep into a bad-boy phase.”
Mick grumbled in dismissal and Caitlin had half expected him to go into narration mode. Something in his face made her realize that he was being deliberately curt, but she could not imagine him being embarrassed by the salaciousness. An odd insight had her wondering if it was because his story-telling was a form of emotional vulnerability. Mick was as afraid to show his true eloquence as she was to display her sexuality. If it was true, she owed it to him to push him to expand his own boundaries just as she did to her.
In the end, only Thea folded and Sara took the hand. The stripping was uneventful at first: Wally tried to dance as he took off his jacket, but there was a limit on how sexy one could make a yellow hoodie. Ralph’s lurid purple shirt went with slightly more of an attempt at style, but he was more gangly than graceful. Which meant it was Caitlin’s turn.
She sighed and tried to quickly pull her sweater off, but the neck hole was tighter than Sara’s and it took a moment to untangle her head and hair. The whole time she knew her dark bra was sharply contrasted by the translucent blouse. When she finally could look down, she recognized just how easy it was to see the outline of her bra and recognize it as a push-up and low-cut. Thankfully, her nipples did not poke through the thin fabric, but that would if she got any more aroused. Once that happened, they all would notice her piercings.
Cutting off any commentary from Sara, she said, “look I tried, but its hard to be sexy when your head’s stuck in a sweater.”
Ignoring Mick as he unceremoniously kicked off his boots, Sara warned, “just be better, next time.” Which reminded Caitlin that there would be a next time.
The next round was predictably lower key, Ralph had to count twice when he dealt the cards and Caitlin was worried that he was going to pass out in the middle of the hand.
Caitlin managed to draw an Ace to make a pair, so when Thea made no bet, she raised to a single item of clothing. Sara turned to look at her and she immediately wilted under that smile.
“I just realized that I’m the one with the least amount of clothes. I’ll raise to two items of clothing. Let’s see if you’re all playing smart or playing scared.”
Unsurprisingly, Mick eagerly stared at Caitlin as he folded. Wally followed suit and Ralph mumbled something that they agreed was a call. Thea and Caitlin exchanged cautious glances, but Thea called while Caitlin folded.
Mocking laughter rang out and Sara slapped down her cards. “Okay, Dinby, let’s see if you can beat a Jack high.”
Thea and Caitlin both groaned at being out bluffed, but Ralph giggled hysterically. “Gotta flush. Gonna see ya boobsbs.”
Sara’s expression fell until Wally leaned over and asked, “Wait, I thought a flush had to be all the same suit, these are just red.”
Ralph protested amidst the laughter and peered at his cards, willing them to change. “Fine. Ya wanna see my dick? I’ll take meh dick out.” He unceremoniously dropped his pants and heart covered boxers and stood with his hands in the air. His wobbling penis was slightly longer than average; Ralph had probably intended to use his powers to enhance the effect, but was too drunk to concentrate.
“Great, Ralph, just great,” Caitlin said kindly. “You know you could have taken off your shirt first, right?”
“Didna wanna.” His dick bobbed comically during the lengthy process of pulling his shirt over his head. Ralph promptly slouched back into his chair, his pants and boxers still around his ankles.
“Great, Ralph.” Thea shook her head, but needed no encouragement to start stripping. She took a small sip of beer and smiled as she stood up, her stocking tops and a peek of lacy panties showing at the bottom of her pullover. Five minutes ago, Caitlin had assumed that Thea would take off her stockings first, trying to cover up as long as possible, but clearly, she had been emboldened.
“Sexy-like, Sara?” Her pixie-ish features broke into a broad smile as she cocked her hips and made a pose that let her neckline slide to reveal black lace around a bra cup thin enough to show the darkness of her nipple. “How’s this?” With a flourish, she turned and began to pull up her pull-over to reveal her small, pert behind. In addition to her black lace thong, she also had a strappy set of garters to hold up her stockings. She continued her steady pace, showing more and more of her smooth back until her pull-over slid easily over her head. She let it drop and spun around to show her lithe and supple figure.
Caitlin’s doctor’s eyes noted that her muscles showed no definition after the coma, but there was almost no fat on her frame. The part of her that was developing an appreciation for the female form noted that most of it was in her breasts and butt, which could not be larger than Caitlin’s but looked even more so on Thea’s taller, thinner body.
Thea stuck out her tongue and said, “Now I definitely feel more like my old self. I’m glad I came.”
Wally’s mouth hung open. “What did you do before you became a hero?”
“Professional bratty heiress.” Thea turned to Caitlin, “don’t worry, you’ll be showing less than me.”
“You’d be surprised,” Caitlin warned as she stood for her turn, realizing that her erect nipples were inescapably noticeable. She supposed that did not matter much now as she was about to take it off. Then again, it would also be nice to be appreciated as sexy for herself and not as Killer Frost. That thought powered her past any lingering trepidation as she untucked her blouse from her skirt.
Consciously following Thea’s example, she struck an identical pose; one that she knew would draw attention to the tips of her breasts through the thin fabric. Turning around, she made a show of unbuttoning, one by one, looking over her shoulders to smile at Sara or Thea beside her. When she rolled the blouse down over her shoulders to show the dark blue straps of her bra, she winked an entranced Wally. Finally, she slid the blouse down her arms and into her hands.
She was almost surprised with herself for not hesitating at the moment of truth; she spun around to toss her blouse directly into the face of the man she had been ignoring all along: Mick Rory. His laughter cut short when he cleared his vision and saw what had shocked everyone else. The bra Caitlin had bought just for tonight did not fully cover her breasts. In fact, while the cups pushed her breasts up higher and together, they also left her nipples bare. Her obviously erect and even more obviously pierced nipples.
Mick’s open mouth worked in wordless hunger and she could almost hear him get hard. Around the table, Wally stared in unblinking fascination and Thea was clearly shocked at being shown up. And Sara was grinning, looking far more like the proverbial cat than the canary.
“Thea says she needed a confidence booster. What’s your excuse?”
Caitlin smugly sat back down and crossed her arms, providing just enough coverage while also applying delicious pressure to the barbells through her nipples. “If you must know, I thought I had a date after the game.” Mick’s eyes glowed with excitement. “But I think I’ll have more fun here.”
Thea leaned over in curiosity. “I…did not think you were the piercing type.”
“I’m not,” Caitlin confessed. “Killer Frost surprised me with them one day.” If anything, Mick looked more eager, “and I found…I kind of like them.”
“Great, if everybody’s done ogling Caitlin, let Thea deal.” Sara may have sounded curt and commanding, but she was also flushed and not from the alcohol.
“Uh, Sara?” Thea said as she tried to collect the cards, “I think Ralph is done.” Ralph was slumped back in his chair, snoring.
“Well, no loss, he was out anyways,” Sara frowned. “Mick, take him to the couch. Caitlin, make sure he’s okay.”
Mick unceremoniously threw the mostly naked and suddenly stretchy Ralph over his shoulder and stomped across the room to the couches in front of the tv. Caitlin checked his pulse and made sure he was turned so that his tongue could not stretch to obstruct his airway. She also took the effort to pull his pants and boxers back up.
As she was about to finish, Mick leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Was that outfit supposed to be for me?”
“Yes, Frost picked it,” she smiled at him seductively. “You had your chance to leave early, but I’m having too much fun right now. Maybe if I have enough, you’ll get to play with both of us.”
“I like the sound of that.”
She slid her hand over his pants and stroked his softening erection back to life. When he locked down in mixed distress and lust, she whispered, “Then you’ll love my other surprise,” squeezed his length once and sauntered back to the table.
With Ralph’s disruptive presence gone, the sexual tension began to grow in earnest. Wally was constantly shifting in his seat while Thea fondled the neck of her beer bottle. The casual veneer Sara affected was beginning to slip and reveal a predatory glint in her eyes. Even Caitlin was feeling a renewed confidence after finally getting a little payback on Mick. The man himself cracked a new beer but barely touched it, instead staring at Caitlin with panty-dissolving intensity.
Caitlin rode that wave of excitement—and a high pair—into calling, assuming even if she lost her bra, she would not be further exposed. Wally folded and Thea called, but her nerve broke when Sara raised again. Once Mick and Thea called without batting an eye, Caitlin cut her losses. Sara’s two small pair beat Mick’s aces, but was annihilated by Thea’s inside straight. Caitlin belatedly realized that with Sara’s loss, at least she would not be the only one topless at the table.
Hardly a gracious winner, Thea’s expression was smug and her husky voice filled with mischief. “I believe some of you have clothing to take off. Sexy-like.”
All eyes turned to Caitlin and she could literally feel their caress across her already exposed breasts. Even though she had grown accustomed to her piercings, their presence inside the increasing hardness of her nipples made them impossible to ignore. Already unhooked, she turned and cocked her hips to draw their attention down to her tight skirt and the asset she was proudest of. After slowly rolling the straps down her pale shoulders, she flashed a smile at Wally rather than give Mick the satisfaction. Turning around, she tossed the flimsy fabric directly at Thea. Her modest breasts drooped slightly to their normal position, but otherwise there was not much difference. “Bite me, Thea.”
“Careful girls,” Sara interrupted as she unhooked her own bra, “we’re at the point where things start getting interesting.” She crossed her arm to hold the soft material over her cleavage and made a show out of sliding one arm and then the other free, switching hands to keep herself covered. Revealing her breasts, she tossed the bra with the same motion, “Here you go, Wally, this one’s for you.” While not incredibly endowed, she still had the largest breasts at the table. Although her nipples were not as prominent as Caitlin’s they were still proud and begging for attention.
“Now for the tricky part,” she muttered, “taking off the jeans while leaving the panties.” She popped her fly, revealing her grey panties and began carefully wriggling her ass in order to roll them down without exposing herself. It was more comic than seductive, until she turned around so that the muscles in her ass and back flexed with every motion. It was easy to see that metahuman physiology or no, she had the supple strength to physically top Killer Frost—to say nothing of Caitlin herself.
Either way, I’m sure she’d have us melting in her hands in minutes. And it’d serve Mick right if Sara’s strap-on took my anal virginity before he got the chance. That image dampened her panties and Caitlin knew she could not keep ignoring her nascent bi-curiosity. Unless you’re holding out for Iris, whispered that part of her she always assumed was working with Killer Frost.
Eventually, Sara got the jeans low enough on her hips that she could quickly push them the rest of the way down. Being Sara, she did this while bending at the waist so that she presented her ass to the table. Caitlin did note that her bikini-cut panties covered more of her ass than Thea’s—or Caitlin’s own panties—did. The display was ruined somewhat by Sara struggling to untangle the jeans from her ankle, but she calmly flipped her hair back over her shoulder and sat at the table as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Mick, you’re up.”
Caitlin had seen Mick naked several times, but he generally approached his own nudity like a non-factor and expecting him to do some kind of striptease seemed a forlorn hope. He unbuckled his belt and pulled in one smooth motion. The snap as it passed through each loop seemed like a deliberate buildup. He slid his jacket off and Caitlin started to shuffle the cards assuming he was done. Instead, Mick peeled his sweat-stained t-shirt off of his muscled chest. Caitlin heard a low whistle and saw Thea unconsciously bite her lip in appreciation. Part of Caitlin realized she should feel some kind of jealousy, but could only agree with Thea’s assessment of Mick’s muscles. His pecs flexed as he yanked the t-shirt over his head and as he put his jacket back on over his naked shoulders.
“Really, Mick?” Sara gave him a sidewise look.
“What? I like my jacket.” And Caitlin saw that despite having over a month—and who knows how many centuries—since she laundered it, Mick had either by accident or intention failed to soil it.
As she shuffled, Caitlin reflected on her thoughts about Sara’s experience—and self-proclaimed expertise—and decided to do a little escalation of her own.
“So…Sara, something stuck in my mind when you were rattling off your conquests earlier. It sounds like you’re fond of anal sex…with I’m guessing a strap-on?”
“Strap-on, fingers, plugs, tongue: whatever it takes to get the job done.” Thea and Wally looked alarmed and Mick as indifferent as he ever did. Sara merely had an impressed expression as she gathered her hand. “Why Dr. Snow, I’m shocked, just shocked at your curiosity.”
Caitlin frowned at her poor hand, but drew up to two pair and flashed a sincere smile. “I was just wondering if you like taking it as much as giving. For scientific reasons, of course.”
“Of course.” Sara winked conspiratorially, but sighed as both she and Mick passed on betting. “Nyssa was a ‘no holes barred’ kind of girlfriend. Since then I generally prefer to be the top, although I still enjoy it on special occasions.”
Thea elbowed a dumbstruck Wally to bring his attention back to the game. He dropped his hand but still raised, which Thea and Caitlin quickly called. Watching Sara fold, Thea’s expression was skeptical. “One of my boyfriends talked me into it, but I called it off when it started to hurt.”
Sara rolled her eyes, “The asshole—heh—rushed the job and didn’t make sure you were into it. If you’re still curious, find a partner with experience and patience. It’s not for everyone, but if it is, it’ll rock your world.”
“Is that an offer, Sara?” Thea seemed more curious than flirtatious.
“Well, it would get me a clean sweep,” Sara mused.
“Wait, what?”
“Nevermind.” Sara deflected the question, not out of any apparent worry, but by moving on to a new target. “Wally?”
After a little fidgeting, the furiously blushing speeder confessed, “Well, uh, Jesse liked to stick a finger in when she gave me a blowjob.”
“And…did you like it?” Sara coaxed.
“Yeah…”
“There’s nothing wrong with experimentation Wally,” Caitlin’s approval seemed to perk him up. “You never know what you’ll like until you try.” As an example, she twisted her piercings, making his eyes shine with approval.
Perhaps it was the family resemblance or just the earnest and sincere energy he exuded, but Caitlin was warming to Wally as the game progressed. He was still a little young—in every sense—for her, but there were definitely signs of mutual attraction. As much as she had looked forward to time with Mick and was tempted by Sara’s flirtation, if things kept getting wilder, she was going to have to at least test the waters with Wally.
And it’ll probably the closest you’ll ever let yourself come to fucking Iris or Barry, her ‘not-really-Killer Frost’ voice teased. Because that’s what he is…half Barry and half Iris.
Whatever anxiety that bit of self-reflection may have been building, it was derailed as Mick promptly called and won the round with small straight. Instead, she kept pushing on the others and interjected before Mick could start gloating.
“Your turn, Mick,” she teased. “I’d love to hear about your time in prison.”
“Hey!” he looked more insulted than offended. “I’m nobody’s bitch!”
“Well, I’ve always wondered about you and Snart,” Sara poked him in the ribs.
That name actually had an effect. Mick sagged a little and needed a long pull of beer before he said, “It was never like that…” Caitlin knew Mick was still dealing with his only friend’s death and regretting setting Sara up for the jab. “He was a private guy; I never had a problem with him going both ways, but he never talked about his feelings. Unlike that obnoxious good-guy version,” he snarled but then finished his beer. “We were like brothers. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.”
“Sorry big guy,” Sara apologized. “He kissed me before he died and I always wonder what might have been if I had known sooner.”
“Well shit, Blondie, we probably would have double teamed you if you asked real nicely,” Mick chortled, back to his old, obliviously offensive self.
Sara blinked at the tonal shift, but laughed it off. “Actually, I’m sure other people have thought about a little Fire and Ice action.” She looked at Caitlin, “How about you Caitlin? Ever have fantasies about getting kidnapped and ravished by these dashing scoundrels?”
Glad they had returned to being brazen and flirty, Caitlin decided to join in. “No not when they were both still bad. Nowadays? I can see the appeal.” She shot Mick a wink and said, “You know, I still have the prototype freeze gun. I can probably shake up a parka and some goggles if that’ll do it for you.”
She was afraid that in her inexperienced banter she had a nerve until Mick’s grin froze her in place. “It’s your turn, Dr. Frost,” whether or not it was a slip, he said the title with a vindictive snarl, “anyone been in that scientifically curious ass of yours?”
Their eyes locked and she saw that she had hurt him by pressing on the wound Snart’s death had left and further...that this was a challenge. Mick wasn’t bothered that she wanted to keep their relationship—god, it was a relationship—secret, but now she owed him. And it seemed her pride was going to pay the price. And as much as she knew she deserved it, she hesitated to surrender her final pretense of being good, old prudish Caitlin.
“Uh, well, I’ve only started experimenting recently…” she stumbled over her words under Mick’s insistent gaze. “Someone recently opened me up to the possibilities…at least with their fingers…”
“And did you like it?” Mick intoned, deliberate and unrelenting.
Knowing she could not turn any redder, she tried to draw strength from her confession. “…yes. I like it. A lot. I…I’ll sometimes do it to myself when I masturbate.”
“And your inner bad girl?” Sara cut in.
“Killer Frost might just be the biggest—what did you call it Sara? She might be the biggest butt-slut in this room.” The memory of Frost helplessly cumming from a vibrator in her ass restored her wavering confidence. The choker was doing an admirable job keeping the urge to transform manageable, but the eroticism of the memory and the smugness it inspired only brought her closer to Frost’s mind set. “However, her ego’s too fragile to admit how much she wants it.”
“And you?” Mick was unrelenting and his calm and demanding tone started pushing all those submissive buttons that Frost was so ashamed of. “Were you looking to give up your backdoor cherry tonight?” There was a cruel excitement in his eyes over the possibility, but also a lingering pain at her words.
“Yeah, who did you gift-wrap your cute little butt for?” Sara asked, glancing slyly in Mick’s direction. “Because if they ditched you, I know an adventurous blonde time captain who would enjoy exploring both your bi-side and your asshole.”
“Please…” Caitlin pleaded, trying to retain her last secret, her last bit of dignity. Abruptly, she realized she was not ashamed about the sex…but of revealing her sordid affair with Mick. And worse, even if he pretended it did not, it had to hurt him that she was so ashamed of it.
Especially as he’s been as kind and considerate to me as he was depraved and wild with Frost. And I am supposed to be the good half: the considerate healer, the one with empathy. And in the end, we know that while Frost says she’s the strong one, it only lasts as long as she feels invincible. The moment she faces something that scares or challenges her, she runs away. I’m the one who stood up to Amunet after she dominated us and I’m the one that’s unafraid to feel weak…or to admit I care about him as more than just a hard and willing cock.
Taking a deep breath, she locked eyes with Mick and tried to convey an apology, “It was you, Mick Rory, you shoved your thumb in my ass. I came here to sleep with you.” She gained momentum as she embraced her inner slut—Killer Frost would be proud. “And while I hadn’t planned on letting that battering ram you call a cock in my asshole tonight, I can’t deny it hasn’t been on my mind.” She met his proud grin with her sexiest smile. “There, I said it. Are you happy now?”
“Yes,” was his only reply, but that one word conveyed acceptance and forgiveness.
“I have to say, I think I misjudged you every way it was possible,” Thea shook her head in amazement. “Damn.”
Wally had been staring at Caitlin with muted lust for the past several minutes, but now all he showed was confusion and a hint of betrayal. “How did…why…how?”
“He and Killer Frost hit it off during that mess at your sister’s wedding.” Caitlin neglected to mention that she had been the one to initiate things during a drunken black out. “And from there, I, uh…it was just easy with him.” Mick grunted in either mild offense or passive approval but it was impossible to tell. “My libido was running wild and well, I didn’t see a lot of options for booty calls.” She finally gave up explaining and protested, “It was your sister’s idea!”
“Well now that that’s settled,” said Thea flippantly, “is it time to take our clothes off?”
Wally had had a broody expression since the reveal about Caitlin and Mick, and pulled at his t-shirt grudgingly. That was until he exposed his sculpted chest and Sara wolf-whistled. While his muscles were a fraction of the size of Micks, he was sleek and chiseled with no spare flesh. His dark skin was just sweaty enough to make the contours of his abs shine and all three women watched him appreciatively. He smiled sheepishly as Thea finally looked at him with something other than amusement. Wally flexed a few times and enjoyed the attention. Enjoyed enough that when Caitlin’s eyes slid lower, the tenting of his shorts was obvious.
“That’s how good you look on vacation?” Thea shook her head, “I took a year off and I’m as weak as a kitten. What’s your secret?”
“Metahuman metabolism,” Caitlin supplied. “All the energy for our powers has to come from somewhere and while Killer Frost can rest inside me, even I had to increase my caloric intake.” Killer Frost’s healing properties also meant that she gained more benefit from exercise. While her exercise routine was minimal, Caitlin was currently stronger and fitter than she had been even a year ago. “Although I’ve noticed that speedsters are a case unto themselves.”
“Your turn, Thea.”
The younger girl placed her leg up onto the table and unclipped her stocking top. She then slowly and sensually rolled it down her thigh. Thea had a model’s lean grace and her legs were no exception; even after months of inaction, they were still long and lovely. Once the stocking was past her toes, she shifted legs and from that angle, the light turned the fabric of her lingerie all but see-through. Her areola had always been visible shadows but Caitlin could actually see the cute little nubs of her nipples. And as for her thong, it offered a tantalizing peek at the sparse patch of hair beneath.
Caitlin had nothing left to hesitate about when it was her turn. “Well, I bet you thought I didn’t have any surprises left,” she teased. She straddled Sara’s leg, leaned forward and whispered, “Go on, you know you want to help.” With a smile, Sara ran her hands up Caitlin’s skirt covered ass and found the zipper. Sara took her time slowly lowering the zipper until the only thing holding up the skirt was the grip of her hands on Caitlin’s cheeks. Caitlin rolled her hips as Sara slowly tugged it down her thighs.
As her panties came into view, it was clear they were of a set with her bra. Both were blue, lacy and worthier of the title lingerie than underwear. They also did nothing to preserve her modesty. From the side, they were cut high on her legs and tantalizingly thin, but Thea had a rear view and quietly gasped when she realized that aside from a cris-cross pattern at the top and two straps that ran down each cheek and beneath her legs, Caitlin’s entire backside was exposed. The front was see-through enough that Sara was getting an eyeful of her pubes but also left her labia bare.
When the skirt hit the floor, Caitlin daintily stepped out of it, flashing a glimpse of the pale flesh between her legs. Now completely beyond the point of shame, she slowly spun so they would all realize they were crotchless. After a moment’s consideration, she carefully folded the skirt and laid it on the seat of her chair before she sat down.
Sara jokingly fanned herself and Wally looked like his eyes were about to burst out of his head. However, Caitlin’s attention was on Mick, who looked ready to toss the table aside and take her right in front of everyone. The very idea excited her inner Killer Frost, but Caitlin wanted to see how far she could take it before her wilder half took over. She wagged a finger at Mick and cautioned, “Hey, you could have had this all to yourself, but you just couldn’t take a hint. You’ll just have to wait.”
Mick crossed his arms in mocking anger. “Remember, the longer you make me wait, the less gentle I have left.”
“I’m counting on it,” she fired back and truthfully, she was tempted to see just how much her normal body could take. Then she caught herself and thought, you just warned off Mick. Have enough control to finish the game!
Taking up the cards, Sara tapped the deck while she looked around the table and said, “Well, this side of the table is looking a little naked. Come on Caity, let’s see about evening that up.” Caitlin rolled her eyes at that diminutive—it was a favorite of both Amunet and Killer Frost. But her resulting hand was one card short of a straight, so she just resolved to make sure Sara ended up naked before she did.
Normally, she relied upon her clinical detachment to hide any tells, but the catharsis of having all her guilty pleasures exposed left her feeling ambitious and aggressive. As usual, Mick raised and Wally and Thea played according to their hands—which in this case, meant a respective call and fold. But the key to beating Sara was not to focus on the cards, but the game of teases and seduction. The whole night had an escalation that was all too tempting for Sara’s perverted mind.
“I call,” Caitlin said, keeping the eagerness from her voice as she laid the bait. “Too bad we can’t up the stakes to get one of them out first.”
“Fine, I’m raising,” Sara declared without a moment’s hesitation. When Wally started to protest in confusion, she cut him off. “If you run out of clothes, you can bet a dare instead.” She licked her lips and looked around the table. “Look, does anybody actually want to stop? No judgement, but I think we all know it’s getting kinky.” When no one disagreed, she followed, “This way people who are naked can stay in the game…and it’ll be more fun for the winners.”
“What kind of dares?” Caitlin asked, knowing full well they would be as risqué as Sara thought she would get away with. But it was important that Sara thought she was still hesitating. The entire bluff was predicated on Sara believing Caitlin not would risk further embarrassment without a very good hand.
“The winner’s choice,” Sara grinned, clearly already having several in mind. “But come on, we’re all thinking about sex stuff, Caitlin.” She reached over and squeezed Caitlin’s pale and exposed butt. “I’m sure there are plenty of things we’d all like to see you do.”
Caitlin pretended to look betrayed and dismayed but inwardly cheered. Sara was trying to scare everyone into folding, but even if she lost, the possibility of a dare excited rather than intimidated Caitlin. Between Mick and Killer Frost, the idea of being forced outside of her comfort zone had become a turn on.
“Out,” Mick grumbled, but rather than disappointment, he watched the exchange between Sara and Caitlin with eager amusement. Caitlin almost pouted, but she did not want to ruin the illusion she was creating. Instead, she continued to glance at her cards with false concern as Wally folded.
This was the moment everything hung on: convincing Sara that she was worried about the consequences, not her hand. Caitlin visibly made a show of making up her mind and fixing her features. “I…guess I have to raise.”
Sara blanched and Caitlin could see her doing the mathematics of the possible hands resulting from a single draw card. Most of them were either very high or very worthless and Caitlin had done everything she could to convince Sara that she felt she could win. The heightened stakes of the game had kept bluffing to a minimum; even Mick was playing it relatively safe.
The only vulnerability of the plan was if Sara was unworried about Caitlin setting the first dare. However, she hoped recent developments had revealed that she was far less meek and more adventurous than anyone planned.
That Sara had not instantly decided was a good sign, but Caitlin’s nerve was starting to wear thin. The moment broke when Mick chuckled into his beer. Sara’s almost supernatural cool cracked and she glanced at him in irritation. “Something funny, big guy?”
“Better hope you win, Boss. There’s a lot of pent-up fucking inside that cold heart of hers.” His nonchalance was matched with a knowing expression. “She’s way nastier than her nice side.”
Caitlin did not know if that was what finalized Sara’s decision; she spent another minute fiddling with her cards before discarding in frustration. Instead of relief, the pent of emotion inside of Caitlin became roaring excitement. While Killer Frost’s presence surged on that wave, it had become a comforting embrace rather than a crushing presence. Either it was her choker at work, or simply because at that moment their personalities were in absolute agreement about what was to come.
“Did you have it?” Sara asked, blushing from disappointment and possibly embarrassed anticipation. Her flushed chest and erect nipples indicated it was the later, while the bitterness in her voice was certainly due to the former.
“You’ll never know,” Caitlin chirped sweetly. “Also, Mick, since when is Killer Frost the ‘nice side?’”
He seemed genuinely bemused. “She says what she means without trying to hide her feelings and goes for what she wants without letting little things like rules get in the way. When she hurts someone it’s on purpose and not because she’s afraid of being alive.”
While Caitlin might argue some of his points—especially when she and Frost interacted—she could see how Mick’s twisted perspective could cast herself as the bad guy. It was irritating, for sure, but understandable.
“Besides, Frost and I are working on turning you to our side. You’ll be a proper villain and a proper bad girl in no time.” That declaration was a little worrying…and extremely sexy. He was wrong, obviously; she was turning Killer Frost into a superheroine, not the other way around. Probably.
Sara was still bitter about the poker hand when she interjected, “Don’t try and make little miss ‘villain fetish’ out to be worse than she is.”
“Please, all these up-tight, prim and proper types are always the sluttiest when they finally cut loose.” Mick laughed. “I bet that angry time cop is just dying to be tied up so you can have your way with her. You know, the tall tight-ass that keeps trying to tell us how to do our job.”
“There’s nothing going on between me and Ava,” Sara said in a sharper tone than she intended. “Besides, she works for the Time Bureau, she’s not any more of a bad guy than I am.”
“She is from where I’m sitting,” Mick grumbled, “A pig’s a pig no matter how good she looks in her pant-suit.”
Caitlin clapped her hands. “Okay, enough. Sara, I think we’ve put this off long enough. Time to get naked!” There was something absolutely thrilling about turning the tables on a bossy, cocky bad-girl. While it was not as good as breaking Killer Frost, Sara’s dismay at being the first eliminated gave Caitlin a heady rush of power and righteous confidence.
Sara stood back from her chair and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her plain grey panties. “Look, I just want to remind everyone, I didn’t know I was going to be naked.” She edged the waistline down until only her lips were obscured. Her mound was covered in dark stubble—Caitlin had suspected she was not a natural blonde—but the muscles around her hips were tight and toned. Taken all together, her body was a delicate balance between the lean muscled build of a gymnast and the sexy softness of her curves.
Sara pushed the panties to her ankles and kicked them aside; she threw her arms wide in display but Caitlin smiled and spun her finger in an order. The frown was all for show—Sara smirked over her shoulder when she turned to display her ass. It was bigger than Caitlin’s but looked firm with muscle. The barest peek of her lips peeked between her thighs and Caitlin started to consider just what kind of dare Sara should do.
Then she was distracted as Mick took his turn stripping. Unsurprisingly contrary, he left his jacket on and began to unbutton his pants even though everyone knew he had nothing on beneath. His cock was semi-hard but still evoked fond memories as its thick shaft came into view. A second later, it popped free, the head just beginning to glisten with pre-cum as it twitched in the fresh air. Mick nonchalantly let his pants fall the rest of the way down and his genitals bobbed with fascinating heft as he stepped free.
She was already dampening the skirt beneath her, but part of Caitlin relished the filthy feeling of stewing in her own juices. From the distracted expression on her face, Thea was in a similar situation and even Sara and Wally had their eyes glued to the first real male nudity of the night.
A vainer man might have flexed or preened, but it was obvious from the glow in his eyes that Mick knew the effect that he was having. That raw confidence and lack of subtlety were part of his appeal; he always did what he wanted and could not be bothered about anything else. If Mick Rory showed an interest in you, you knew it was both sincere and strong.
Wally looked slightly nervous to follow, but Caitlin placed two fingers between her lips and whistled encouragement. He smiled brightly in response and after he unzipped his shorts, he turned away from the table. When he lowered his shorts, the muscles of his tightly toned speedster ass flexed beneath his thin red briefs. Thea giggled and reached over to slap the butt beneath and rather than going tense, Wally laughed and started flirting right back.
After his shorts were thrown across the room, he turned to reveal his bulge. While it obviously lacked the girth Mick displayed, his respectable length was straining at the seams of his briefs. He was clearly uncomfortable, both with the exposure and the pressure upon his erection; the latter looked prepared to explode free of the flimsy fabric at the next provocation.
Caitlin tore her eyes away from the young meat to throw a wink in Mick’s direction. The older man seemed unthreatened, but she had no doubt that while he was okay with whatever she could do to or with Wally, he planned on having his share of her body tonight regardless of who stayed in the driver’s seat.
The libidinous imagination that had invaded her mind in the past few months supplied a mouth—and pussy—watering image of both men sharing her horny body. Wally’s youthful enthusiasm working away at her needy pussy while his curious mouth explored her piercings. And Mick’s strong hands forcing her cheeks apart so that he could finally claim the tight, hungry hole he had pursued for so long. Her body would be trapped helplessly between them as they tore orgasm after orgasm from her until she had nothing left than to become Killer Frost. And then they could do the same to Killer Frost, wearing her out until she simply drained away. Which would let them have Caitlin a second time. The very idea of each of her selves being fucked into the other over and over until they both collapsed into the same continuous climax was intoxicating.
Caitlin had become all too practiced at breaking herself free from these intense waking fantasies and as she shuddered and focused her mind, she remembered the final outcome of the round.
Sara was too well trained and too composed to show if she was nervous, but Caitlin hoped to set the standard for the remaining dares. She had no idea just how much energy her choker could handle before it was overwhelmed, but the progress of the game so far had certainly eaten up her time before transformation. If Caitlin was going to enjoy herself before Killer Frost, things would have to escalate.
“So, Sara, I thought long and hard,” Thea tittered at the entendre, “about what your dare will be. And as tempted as I am to test your skills first hand, or make you get yourself off, I have a much better idea.” Establishing both of those as acceptable dares set Wally back in his seat; he clearly had not expected things to progress this quickly.
“Bring it, Dr. Snow,” Sara’s challenge had just the smallest undertone of uncertainty.
“Gladly. So, it's pretty clear that from the moment Cisco left, you’ve been orchestrating this whole thing toward some kind of orgy.” Sara had the good grace to feign contrition. “And not only have you used every juvenile trick to bring things to this point, you seem to think you’re in charge. Not only that, you’ve gone after up-tight, innocent Caitlin Snow every chance you got, trying to humiliate me and expose me as the kinky slut I really am.”
The former assassin laughed, “I wasn’t wrong, was I?”
“You weren’t,” Caitlin’s sweet smile had a non-too concealed edge. “And you’re really lucky you’re dealing with me and not Killer Frost. She doesn’t like it when people try and bully me. If you’re curious, you can ask Joanie who was the first one to fuck her ass.”
Wally made a sound of choking incredulity and Sara might have gulped. Mick however, looked on with pride and elbowed the conflicted Wally. “Told you. My side.”
“However, I am the nice one, so while I am going to punish you, it's only going to be a spanking.” Sara let out a breath in relief before Caitlin added, “Three hits from each of us.” Caitlin’s smile was as cold as Killer Frost. “Mick goes first.” Mick grinned evilly and Sara glanced at his large and calloused hands.
It was good that Sara was the first one to do a dare; she would set the standard for acceptance and her pride would never let her back down. Caitlin was sure Sara was already planning her vengeance, something she was looking forward to.
Caitlin had Mick and Wally pull over an ottoman and grab a handful of pillows to elevate Sara’s hips as she lay on top. Straddling Sara’s own chair, Caitlin positioned herself for direct view of the assassin’s defiant face. “You know, I had a lot worse happen to me when I was with the League,” Sara mused, as confidently as she could with her ass vulnerably thrust into the air.
“Yeah, but you’ll probably enjoy this more,” Caitlin teased, scooting up so her breasts squeezed against the chair back. The cool metal pressed the barbels into her firm nipples.
Mick eagerly stalked up behind his helpless captain. “I certainly will. Blondie’s been a little too comfortable on her high horse.” He eyed Sara’s bountiful bottom and took aim. “You seem to have forgotten you’re not a hero.” The first slap jolted Sara’s body forward despite her preparation, but she fixed her face with grimly enforced boredom. The second crack rang out even louder, but still Sara just stared at Caitlin, unperturbed. Mick growled, “Time you remembered you’re just as bad, just as dirty as the rest of us.” The third spank rippled across her body until Sara closed her eyes and a moan slipped between her clenched lips.
Caitlin exchanged looks with Mick as he assessed his handiwork. “You really do like dragging people down to your level, don’t you Mick?”
“Everybody’s good at something,” he shrugged. “And don’t say you don’t like being a bad girl.” Caitlin declined to comment and gestured for Wally to take his turn. Mick grinned and slapped the younger man on the back. “Hope I softened her up for you, kid.”
By the time Wally hesitantly got into position, Sara had composed herself. Mick had cracked her resolve and Caitlin hoped the embarrassment of being spanked by three people she could easily overpower would shatter it all together. As much as she joked about punishing Sara, Caitlin had a feeling the opposite was true.
Wally’s first two hits were tentative, barely enough to make a sound. He seemed genuinely concerned about hurting Sara and paused before his final spank. Caitlin looked Sara in the eyes before saying, “It’s okay Wally, Sara’s enjoying herself, isn’t she?”
The blonde assassin added her own encouragement, glancing over her shoulder. “Seriously, kid, I barely felt those. I’m not that easy to break.” Caitlin was flattered when Wally looked to her for approval and nodded him on.
The third blow came with sufficient confidence to make Sara wince but she easily shook it off. “I hope you bring more enthusiasm to the rest of the night.”
“I don’t like hurting people.”
Sara shrugged as best she could from her position. “It's not about the pain, it's about the power. I love proving she can’t get to me—”
Caitlin interrupted, “And she loves it more when we make her like it.”
“Well for me? I’ve been wanting a shot at Starling City’s most famous bad girl since she came back,” Thea said. “Aside from the fact that everyone always compared the two of us, do you know why she and my brother were on the Queen’s Gambit? So, they could cheat on his girlfriend, Sara’s sister.”
“Jeeze, Thea, you actually killed me once,” Sara rolled her eyes. “Give it a rest.”
Mick looked surprised and impressed. “Richie Rich nailed two sisters at once? Almost makes me want to like him.”
Thea threw a withering look his way. “All I’m saying, Sara, is that everybody, including you, seems to have forgotten what a terrible selfish slut you once were.” Mick grunted his approval. “And I always wanted to punish that slut, but then you became a genuine hero,” Thea bent down and hugged Sara from behind, “…and I killed you, so I never got the chance…until now.”
It was genuinely touching and Caitlin was worried that Thea actually would not take her turn, but after the tender but awkward embrace, Sara twisted her whole body and fired her mischievous smile at Thea. “Well, there’s a few other things you should probably be pissed at that slut for.”
The younger girl slid back onto her heels. “Such as…?”
“Well, did you ever wonder why your dad let me onto the Queen’s Gambit?” Thea’s expression clouded over in confused curiosity. “You know from Isabel Roschev that he cheated on your mom with younger women.”
“You fucked my dad?”
“Just a blowjob.” Sara smirked. “I mean, it was implied there would be more later in the trip…”
“Well, now I might just have to fuck your dad.” Thea arched her whole body in a windup for a powerful slap.
Sara’s smile remained unchanged. “Well, you might want to look up my mom while you’re at it.”
“I’m sorry?!?” Her blow faltered in mid swing and she paused inches from Sara’s reddened backside.
“Your Mom was the first pussy I ever ate.” Sara’s evil grin could have counted as a minor war crime. “Remember how your parents would still hire me to baby-sit you when you were thirteen? Well, I think it was just to keep me out of trouble. Not that it worked. There was that time your dad was in Saigon or whatever; that night of the police gala where the roads got stormed out, after you passed out watching TV, I started snooping around your parents’ closets until I found your mom’s vibrators.”
“Ew…”
“Hey, everybody has needs.” Sara shrugged, “Including eighteen-year-old me, who was horny and frustrated watching after you while Ollie, Laurel and Tommy went out drinking and having fun.” She paused and looked speculative. “You know, I half suspect they had some kind of threesome at some point, but Ollie would never tell. Laurel was such a tight-ass back then—but then again, you know Mick’s theory. Do you think she would have let them DP her—"
Thea’s hand snapped across Sara’s ass, causing the blonde to hiss in appreciation. She winked back at the younger girl and said, “That’s one.”
Thea rolled her eyes, “Look, I already know Laurel slept with both of my brothers. I don’t care if she once did it at the same time. Let’s focus on how you actually fucked my mother.”
“Anyways, I was having fun with the cornucopia of toys your mom had and lost track of time. And she caught me bare assed on the floor with her biggest vibrator halfway up my pussy. I freaked out but she was really understanding and nice about it. She hugged me and comforted me and…I kind of kissed her.
“It was such a switch from the cold, commanding authority figure I was used to seeing that I just couldn’t stop myself. Moira said it was okay to be attracted to girls but I couldn’t stop myself from apologizing until she kissed me back. I’m still not sure how it happened, but she gave me a crash course on masturbating and I ‘paid her back’ by eating her out.”
Sara was disgustingly pleased with herself. “It happened a few more times that year, every time I baby-sat when your dad was out of town. Didn’t you notice she always insisted it was too late for me to drive home?” Thea was too dumbstruck to do anything more than silently shake her head.
“Is there anything you won’t do?” Wally asked, his expression was one of arousal and amazement.
“Well, I never made out with my own sibling—ow!” Thea’s spank caught her off guard but she coughed and turned to taunt. “How about you, Thea?”
“I didn’t know Tommy was my brother when I had a crush on him!” Thea’s eyes burned with shame and anger.
“I know. That’s two.” Sara waggled her hips. “Want to give me number three or should I talk about the time I got so drunk I let Tommy finger me in the bathroom of a club?”
At that, Caitlin lost her composure and blurted out, “Have you slept with her whole family?”
Sara had to be making half of this up, but her training made it all but impossible to detect a lie. This made Caitlin’s own fantasies about Iris—and now, Wally—seem tame by comparison. For one thing, she had no intention of trying to seduce Cecile or Joe to make a similar claim about the Wests. Of course, now that that thought entered her mind, her imagination supplied the idea of Cecile hand-cuffing Caitlin to a bed and teasing her body. Cecile could straddle Caitlin’s face while Joe fucked her pussy, all the while reading their minds to share in their pleasure. Again, she suppressed that thought and focused on the present.
“I wouldn’t have touched Malcom with a ten-foot pole. But I won’t lie and say I’m not hoping to get a clean sweep tonight,” Sara looked at Thea appraisingly who shrunk back. “Four queens is a hell of a good hand, isn’t it, Thea?”
“I don’t do girls…” she muttered, “apparently, I’m alone in that.”
“Not even back in your party days?” pressed Caitlin.
“Look, I’m not counting making out to tease the boys. And it's not like I can’t admit you’re both super sexy, it's just…” Thea trailed off and her eyes slid toward Mick’s naked groin. “I definitely prefer cock.”
“Hey, a cock is great…when it's used right,” Sara conceded, “But you need to at least try some lady-loving. It doesn’t have to be me; I’m sure Caitlin’ll volunteer.”
Thea tilted her head and then slapped one more time. “I’ll tell you what, if I end up with a dare, I’ll try it.” She leaned over Sara’s panting body and said, “Although…I’m winning.” She dusted off her hands and proudly walked her fully underwear-clad body back to her seat.
Caitlin walked over behind Sara to see their cumulative handiwork. Both cheeks were reddened, but the impacts had been spread out over time and of varying strengths so Sara would probably have to deal with more lingering pain than bruising. Caitlin stroked the nearest cheek and said, “well, you might have a problem sitting down for the rest of the game, but you definitely proved you’re every bit as tough as you said.” Caitlin lightly clapped the cheek, a blow that Sara probably would not have noticed if she were not already tender. “I’m a bit lucky in that regard, by the time I wake up, Killer Frost has healed everything.”
Sara did not turn around as Caitlin spanked the other side of her ass. “Well, let Mick shove that dick of his up your tight ass and even Killer Frost might start walking funny.” Her words might have been more defiant if she had not winced whenever Caitlin squeezed her backside.
Caitlin leaned forward to whisper, “Seriously, thank you. I’m enjoying myself so much tonight.” She let her lingering fingers slide down between Sara’s twitching cheeks and into her dripping pussy. Just the tips stroked Sara’s lips and gathered a bit of the moisture. This was still enough to earn a longer, louder groan than any created by the spanks. “Apparently, you are too,” she said, tasting Sara for the first time. Her flavor was not as sweet as Caitlin’s own, but still deliciously tangy.
With one final swat split between both cheeks, Caitlin wiped the traces on Sara’s butt and waited to help her up. Sara recovered quickly, and barely showed any discomfort as she stumbled back to her chair. Caitlin did note that rather than straddle the chair as she had before, Sara carefully reclined so that there was minimal pressure on her behind.
“Just wait until I give you your first dare, Caitlin.” Sara promised and Caitlin returned her smile. “On that note…fucking deal.”
The next hand had an extra degree of tension. Everyone was eager to hand out the dares, but Sara and Caitlin both played with an eager abandon. Wally seemed torn between excitement and caution. Conversely, Mick and Thea studied their cards carefully; it was clear who was still interested in winning and who was more interested in what came after.
Mick dealt and Wally and Thea both checked. Things fell to Caitlin who looked at her two tens and realized that she was eager to be naked and thus a target for dares. If she happened to take the hand, so much the better, but she could feel the dark energy continuing its invisible countdown. She raised and shared another glance with Sara that was both competitive and conspiratorial. Sara called and Mick grudgingly folded; he looked upset about it for the first time. Wally did not have any clear plan beyond protecting himself and folded without a thought. However, Thea had a sly look and raised again.
If she called, it would mean either Caitlin would face a dare or Thea would be naked, neither of which were unpleasant options. In fact, if Sara won, they would both happen. Caitlin’s hand was middling at best, but she called anyways.
She expected Sara to raise and try to intimidate Thea into folding. Caitlin would have still called anyways—anything to move the game along—but she must have seen something in Thea’s face that showed the younger girl wanted to win more than she was afraid of a dare. Or perhaps Sara’s hand just was not that strong. Regardless, Sara called and revealed a measly pair of threes.
Wally looked on in confusion, “Why’d you stay if you knew you couldn’t win?”
“Because this is more fun than winning,” Sara’s wink should have sent him blushing but Caitlin suspected his blood flow was already focused elsewhere.
Thea’s three sixes took the hand and she looked at the two older women with condescending amusement. “So, that’s two dares for Sara and one for Caitlin.”
“First, let me get rid of these,” Caitlin snapped the waistband of her crotchless underwear. She swiftly slid them down and threw them toward Thea. “To the victor.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Thea’s annoyance lasted only a split second before she steepled her fingers and gloated. “Sooo, I’m pretty sure everyone besides me would enjoy it if I made you two do something to each other…so we won’t do that.” Mick booed and Sara pouted, but Caitlin just gestured for Thea to get on with it.
“Instead, you’re going to see which of you can make the boys cum first.” Mick’s expression instantly shifted. “You can’t take off Wally’s underwear and you can’t actually fuck them, other than that, everything goes.”
Sara stood up and stretched her back. “And what would we win?”
Thea shrugged, “Tell you what, I’ve got two dares in mind for your second. You beat Caitlin and I’ll pick the one you’ll like.”
“Excellent.” Sara stalked up to Wally and stroked his hard cock right through his underwear. Wally tensed but still had a silly grin on his face. Caitlin called foul and hurried over to where Mick sat in anticipation.
“Hold on,” Thea interrupted. “You have your partners backwards.”
Mick laughed and unceremoniously hooked his arm around Sara’s waist and dragged her so she was over his knee. He exchanged looks with Caitlin and gestured toward Wally’s eager expression. “Don’t make the kid pop too fast.”
“No promises,” she sauntered over and took a similar position on Wally. “I better warn you, Sara, he can be very stubborn.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Sara seemed to be the least happy with the current arrangement; after all, Mick was technically her subordinate and certainly not her type. Then her naturally competitive nature rose to the challenge and she sized up Mick’s cock. “At least I can actually suck it.”
Thea waved her hand and said, “Okay, now you can start.”
Sara immediately spun around and dropped to her knees—a position with the side benefit of lessening contact with her sore behind. She immediately started stroking Mick’s length and licking his bulbous tip. Mick groaned in delight, but still had the concentration to growl, “Gonna be honest, I always kind of wondered if you’d live up to the hype.” Instead of answering, Sara wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and scowled.
Caitlin started by grinding her pussy against Wally’s bare thigh. She spun around to straddle his other leg; this time face-to-face. She cupped his narrow, high-cheeked face and saw the same features that were so memorable in his sister. “So, have you had any fantasies about me?” she asked as she painted his thigh with her juices.
“Yes…” his words were strained, but he never broke eye contact.
“Were these doctor fantasies?” She let her hand slide down his chest and over his smooth abs. After she snapped the tops of his briefs, she brushed his covered groin. “Did you dream about coming in for a check-up? That professional Dr. Snow would take one look at your manhood and lose all control?” Moving up, she sat on that barely contained cock and pinned his waist between her thighs. “Was I the ravenous older woman taking advantage of your young, hard cock?”
Wally could only nod as she thrust her breasts forward. Caitlin was not well endowed enough to bury his face in her chest, but she had enough that he had nowhere else to turn. He lacked the courage to attack her nipples, but the shining piercings danced in Wally’s eyes. The same twists that jiggled her breasts also bounced her bottom against his cloth-contained hardness. If his dick had been free, she might have risked impaling herself; instead she could only tease him. His cock throbbed constantly as her juices began to wet the waist of his briefs.
“Or did you dream of capturing the big bad Killer Frost and teaching her a lesson?” Caitlin swung herself off his lap, and enjoyed the trembling twitches of his hips as he unconsciously tried to follow. She stood between his legs and turned to present her butt. She slapped it as loudly as she could—enough to sting but nothing compared to Sara’s dare. “I’ve had that fantasy. She loves playing the tease and acting the bad-girl, but what she really wants, what she really needs…” Caitlin swayed her hips and slowly caressed her cheeks. The slap had mostly been to get his attention, this felt amazing, even without Wally doing anything. She never actually did anything so crude as to spread her ass, but she was sure Wally was enjoying the view. “—is to get fucked to so hard by a nice guy that she wants to be good.”
Caitlin turned again and saw that Wally was panting, the very tip of his cock beginning to peek above his waistband. “Are you the hero, we need?”
“Don’t listen kid! She’s just trying to win!” Mick laughed as he reclined with his hands behind his head.
Sara looked up from where she was sucking his dick with an indignant expression. She pulled herself free and coughed to clear her mouth, “So am I, Mick, what gives?”
“Look, the longer it takes the kid to pop, the longer I get to enjoy this very nice blowjob from my boss.” Mick laughed and gently pushed Sara’s blonde head back toward his waiting cock. The ex-assassin shrugged and redoubled her efforts.
“I don’t—" Wally started and it was clear that whatever effect Mick’s words had on him, he had softened at them. “It doesn’t matter why—”
“I’m enjoying myself, too,” Caitlin soothed. She leaned in close and held his face in her hands. “I’ve never had a handsome younger man to play with before.” Caitlin smiled just before she silenced his protestations with a kiss.
It was quick and intense. Wally groaned into her mouth and she found her fingers slowly tracing the outline of his jaw to the tendons in his neck and down across his chiseled chest. His own hands hesitated before she pulled them to her hips. For a moment he just held her tighter as she explored his mouth and muscles.
And then she broke it and grinned, “my plans for tonight have changed. I’m probably only going to get one or two orgasms tonight before Killer Frost shows up. I will be very disappointed if you’re not one of them.”
While his eyes practically exploded with excitement, she cut him off as she heard the intensity of Mick’s groans increase. In the time it had taken her to get Wally focused, Sara had taken out all of the stops. She had most of Mick’s massive cock deep in her throat and was massaging his balls with her strong and nimble fingers. Caitlin had counted on a speedster being quick to fire off but was now behind.
She worked her way down his chest and began to lick and kiss his cock through Wally’s now soaked underwear. In addition to her earlier contribution in that regard, there was a much darker stain emanating from the tip. She massaged and coaxed it through the protective fabric and Wally seemed ready to explode free at the first chance.
Finally, his dick flexed and poked out as the waistband of his briefs slid just short of his glistening, desperate cockhead. Caitlin found she could not resist any more than Wally could. She pounced upon the exposed flesh and sucked on it with her wet and hungry lips. The reaction was instantaneous; as the cum spurted over Wally’s heaving abs it also spattered against her chin and cheeks.
“And that’s it!” Thea crowed and Caitlin could hear Sara curse. She herself was too concerned with wiping clean her face. As an afterthought she winked at the de-turgescent speedster and licked the traces from her fingers. She found that semen was a taste she never actually enjoyed, but the sluttiness of swallowing was a much bigger turn-on.
By the time she had finished, Wally had recovered and after a moment’s indecision, cleaned his stomach with his discarded t-shirt. His currently soft dick had retreated back into his underwear, but Caitlin had a feeling that youth and his powers would have it back at attention shortly. Hopefully, she would also have something to do with that as well.
Mick was inordinately pleased with himself and made no effort to slide closer to the table and hide the still-hard evidence of his victory. “Good work, Blondie. Care to finish?”
“If you wanted to cum, you should have let it happen sooner.” Sara sighed as she cleaned her face and brushed back her tangled hair. “Okay Thea, hope that was what you wanted. What’s my next dare?”
As the only bystander, Thea was easily the most composed at the moment, but as Caitlin crossed back to her chair, she could see that Thea’s fancy lingerie was slightly disheveled. Clearly, she was more affected during her voyeurism than she cared to let on. She still had that mischievous expression which boded ill for Sara.
“Well, yes and no. I was really looking forward to punishing you again, but…you won.”
“I’m sorry?” Caitlin stared. “Who just cleaned cum off their face?”
“Wally’s dick was out.”
“I didn’t do it! It just popped free.”
“Still clearly against the spirit of the rules. Not being able to suck him off was supposed to be your handicap.” Thea spread her hands helplessly as if she had no control over the rules. “So, Sara gets a dare she’ll probably enjoy…she’s going to shave your bush.”
“What?” Caitlin looked down at the brown curls between her legs. “I don’t have to do a dare, she does. Why is my bush on the line?”
“She’s the one doing the actual deed, you just have to sit there and get shaved.” Thea shrugged. “As for why? If anybody else here tonight planned on showing off like you clearly did, they definitely would have shaved. It's only fair we give miss piercings here a full slut-makeover.”
Oddly, she had a point. Mick was generally short of body hair and Wally’s body was sleek and smooth. Sara only had stubble and Thea had all but confessed that her fuzz was not her usual preference. And as much as Caitlin actually liked having hair down there, she was now tempted to see how it looked. And felt.
“Fine, Sara, come on. Let’s make this quick. I really, really need to beat Thea next hand.” Caitlin headed for the stairs, hands on hips.
Behind her she heard Thea protest and Sara laugh, “It’s not her dare and you never said it had to be in front of everyone.”
Sara caught up in the kitchen and said, “Okay, Mick said he needed to piss anyways and Wally’s still fuzzy with the afterglow. Give me a minute and we’ll get this done, no pain-no problem.”
“Have you done this before?” Caitlin flipped on the lights and looked down at her crotch. As comfortable as she was with Sara, this was going to involve sharp edges near very sensitive parts.
“Sure, I do myself all the time. Plus, you know: girlfriends.” The blonde set out a bath towel on the table and got a bowl full of hot water.
When Caitlin still hesitated, she found herself seized by the hips and in some complex lesbian martial arts maneuver, found herself flipped onto the table, her legs half spread. “I…I’ve never done this before.”
“Relax, you’ll like how I do it. No girl can resist the Nyssa special.” Caitlin wondered just what all had happened while Sara had undergone her training, which seemed to have more to do with sex than assassination. She gulped, but let Sara spread her legs as far apart as far as she could. Sara made a soothing sound and turned on a battery-powered trimmer.
Caitlin balked as she realized whose it had to be. “Well, I guess we know what kind of man-scaping Gypsy prefers.”
“Yeah, well, you’re lucky Cisco also uses disposable razors,” Sara smirked as she quickly and painlessly trimmed Caitlin’s curls to stubble. Already her pussy looked strange, but Caitlin knew things had just begun. She forced herself to relax and recline until she was staring at the ceiling instead of watching Sara lather up shaving cream. When the cool foam rubbed into her hot, stubbly mound, she did not try to contain a sigh of pleasure.
While she had trimmed herself before, Sara’s approach was farm more thorough and intimate. As the razor slid around her pussy, Sara stroked and flattened Caitlin’s folds in far too sensual a manner to be practical. Several times a finger dipped inside and Caitlin had to fight to remain still when the razor approached her tender rosebud. Sara never penetrated her there, but she spent an inordinate amount of time stretching the skin around it and circling around with the razor. Even when she should feel the most exposed, the feel of Sara’s nimble fingers and hot breath were a welcome distraction.
Rather than a sudden rush, the pressure in her mind built slowly and soothingly. It would certainly not be enough to push her into transformation, but a small part of her realized that every bit of unrealized passion would still build up in the capacitors of her choker. And yet, part of her wanted Sara to escalate; after her performance with Wally, she only needed a little more to push her over the edge. As much as she would like for every orgasm of the night to be special, Caitlin was on a clock and her body was on a hair trigger.
The experience ended all top quickly for Caitlin’s libido, but Sara wiped her down with a hot washcloth and let its warmth soak into her exposed and sensitive crotch. Every inch of her pussy and ass felt freshly vulnerable, but aching for more. Just when she was about to ask Sara to continue, the blonde assassin whipped away the washcloth and placed one long lick over every inch she had just shaved. Her mouth settled on Caitlin’s aching clit and…it was enough.
Caitlin shuddered her way through an orgasm that was more of a release than a climax. The surge of passion roared through her as she came on Sara’s lips and trapped the assassin’s head between her thighs. Sara did her best to ride Caitlin’s hips with her face and coax out just that extra bit of pleasure, but it was little more than the final push.
Still, it felt amazing to feel the pressure of Killer Frost dissipate just enough to prevent her from transforming. Her body tingled with excitement and anticipation; the built-up energy in her body left her even more sensitive and horny. As the final twitches left her body, Caitlin languished in the feeling, knowing that next time, Killer Frost would be in the driver’s seat.
When she caught her breath and rose onto her elbows, Sara was cleaning her face and licking her lips. Caitlin glanced at the results of the dare and realized that her skin looked even paler without the dark patch of hair. Killer Frost is going to look even more like a smooth ice sculpture now, she mused.
“Thanks…”
“I am to please,” Sara smiled. “I’m going to take a sec and freshen up. Go show Thea that it’s done.”
After taking a second to collect herself and for her legs to steady, Caitlin went upstairs. Thea clapped and had her do a spin and it was a testament to the new more daring Caitlin that she managed to avoid blushing. Besides the fact that it felt like such a slutty thing to do, her freshly shorn pubes left the cleft of her labia and even a peek of her clit exposed. While she had wiped herself down, any future moisture between her legs would be obvious to everyone.
Sara came up a few moments later with a decidedly satisfied spring to her step and no stubble remaining on her mound. “Okay, enough wasting time. Wally, deal.”
Caitlin’s hand was a respectable pair but she had no intention of folding. One or two more dares and she would have no choice but to transform. Even if she won, she planned on making sure she had one more orgasm before handing things over to Killer Frost.
Thea raised without any hesitation and Caitlin and Sara called just as quickly. Thea and Mick exchanged competitive glances and he soon joined them. This round would either knock Mick out or let him draw even to Thea on clothing. With a little encouragement from Caitlin, Wally called as well. No matter what happened, at least one of the guys would join Caitlin and Sara in complete nudity.
Caitlin’s eights instantly lost to the three fours in Thea’s hand and she squirmed in her seat, waiting for her dare. Sara’s hand was garbage; apparently now that she could not win overall, Sara’s mindset was similar to Caitlin’s. Mick crowed as he revealed three sevens and Wally was crestfallen when he could only turn over a pair of aces.
“Don’t worry, kid, now there’s no excuse not to get your dick sucked.” Mick patted Wally on the shoulder when he hesitated to take off his briefs.
“Is that why you took off your pants so early, Mick?”
“Sure.” Mick straightened the collar of his beat-up jacket. “Now hurry up. Little queenie goes next.” Thea stuck out her tongue, but her eyes never left the crotch of Wally’s underwear as he cautiously stood and took the waistband in hand.
With minimal fanfare, he slid down his dark red briefs until his already hardening cock popped free. It was not as thick as Mick’s but it was long enough and perfectly matched to Wally’s sleek frame. His pubes were short and curly and glistened with the remnants of his cum. All three women whistled or clapped appreciatively, and an emboldened Wally smiled as he flexed with his hands on hips. His dick only got harder despite its recent use.
When things settled down, Thea gave a little frown that was clearly false and then stood and twisted, showing off her fancy lingerie. She half-heartedly pulled at the back clasp of her bra and then winked before grabbing the narrow straps of her panties. First pulling them tight, she carefully worked them down her hips. The transparent panel over her crotch had already revealed that she was not shaved, but in the open air, it was clear that her pubes were so fine and short that they covered nothing. In fact, Caitlin could see a creamy residue on the gusset of Thea’s panties and a slight moisture between her thighs. For all that she had avoided any sexual activity so far, Thea was clearly eager to join in.
“For all that it pains me to agree with Mick, I’d also like to make sure I’m ready to be the recipient of someone else’s dare.” She looked pointedly at Wally’s cock and he self-consciously shifted to cover it. “You’d better be in for a dare next-time, Wally.”
“Well, in that case…” Mick chuckled evilly, “why don’t we get that over with.”
Thea glanced in surprise at the two women who owed a dare. “Uh, really? Like I said, I don’t really do girls.”
Sara smirked and licked her lips. “I promise I could change your mind.”
“Yeah well, win something and you’ll get your chance,” Mick dismissed. “Caitlin gets five minutes to rock your world. And then I’ll think of something for Blondie.”
Caitlin was not going to argue even if Thea was the one she felt the least connection with. The collar may have delayed the consequences of that orgasm, but her hormones were still at their pre-transformation high. She had barely been able to focus on the cards during the last hand and her whole body ached for any kind of sexual contact. Face it, you’re on the clock.
“Just wait and see what I come up with when you lose, big guy,” Thea warned.
The younger Queen expression was defiant, but had a definite undercurrent of nervousness. Caitlin gently cupped Thea’s flushed cheek as she straddled those long and graceful legs. She made soothing sounds as she sat down, her eager cunt practically dripping into Thea’s lap. Their eyes locked just before their lips met and Thea’s resistance melted under the intensity of the desire trying to escape from Caitlin. Seconds later, Thea’s hands were hesitantly cupping her head and back and Caitlin deepened the kiss, determined that at least one of them was going to enjoy it. By the time they broke for air, Thea’s fingers were tangled within Caitlin’s hair and her hand had slipped low enough to stroke her hip.
“Better than just making out for the boys’ amusement, right?” The dazed heiress’ mouth hung open for a second as Caitlin smiled in triumph. As she disentangled herself, she saw a trembling in Thea’s thighs just below the wet spot she had left. Caitlin gently patted Thea’s cheek and whispered, “There aren’t any hidden technicalities like with Wally, are there?”
“F-fuck that,” Thea’s hands steadied as they pulled her bra up so that her pert breasts sprung free from the lace. “If I’m doing this, I’m getting the full package.”
“Perfect.” With no further delay, she began to caress and suck the freshly freed flesh. Thea was not even as well-endowed as Caitlin, but her cute breasts were firm and attentive. She could hear restrained moans above her even as she let the nub of nipple pop from between her lips. Taking the slight pressure or a hand on the back of her head as a good sign, she circled each areola in a fond farewell and began to work her way lower.
Thea may not have Sara’s well-defined abs, but her tummy was flat and soft after however many months is a damn coma. In fact, there was precious little fat on her and Caitlin’s fingers traced her ribs while licking and kissing down to the ultimate goal. It took a slight nudge to tell Thea to spread her legs, but as soon as she had, Thea’s tightly grip pulled her close.
Once she was on her knees, Caitlin hooked under Thea’s thighs and scooted her butt to the edge of the seat. Now that tight, young pussy was spread at the perfect angle. The only other pussy Caitlin had eaten before had been shaved, but the fine hairs that sparsely covered Thea’s mound were soft and already soaked by Caitlin’s own juices. She could feel their texture on her cheeks and tongue whenever they brushed a thigh or slid around a labia. It was not unpleasant, but there was definitely something about having nothing but smooth and slippery skin to explore.
Regardless, Thea had to be enjoying her end; not all of the moisture here was from Caitlin and her thighs and ass clenched in time with increasingly loud whispers. Caitlin let her fingers explore and spread the leaking lily in front of her face. She never actually penetrated, but her tongue and fingers quickly left Thea unable to contain her appreciation. Loud moans and hissed encouragement paled in comparison to both of Thea’s hands forcing Caitlin’s face into her desperate pussy. With a tongue finally lapping inside and a finger stroking her clit, it took seconds to coax Thea into a gushing orgasm.
When Thea’s limp hands falling from her hair, Caitlin turned her sticky face away from the trembling, panting mess in front of her. She cut off whatever words the girl had been able to collect with a finger on the lips still wet with Thea’s own cum. “How much time do I have left?”
Surprisingly, Sara had moved closer for a better view and was practically looming over Caitlin’s shoulder. When Caitlin offered a taste of Thea, Sara erotically licked the traces, one finger at a time. “I’d say less than a minute,” Sara cooed, with mingled approval and jealousy on her face.
Any thoughts of walking away with a job well done drowned under the delirious haze of Killer Frost’s desire. The more Caitlin indulged in this feeling, the less control she would have until there was no choice but to transform. She knew that at the rate things were going, she might not make it to a second orgasm—or even the end of the next round. And yet, we’re enjoying this too much to care.
Caitlin smiled wickedly and dove back in before Thea could raise a half-hearted hand in refusal. She could barely restrain the urge to slip a hand into her own pussy and race Thea to a second orgasm. However, an even kinkier idea occurred and while Caitlin wished she could blame it on Killer Frost, there were no insidious voices whispering now.
Besides, I’m sure she’d think this was too much of a bottom thing to do, Caitlin giggled inside as she let her fingers continue to work while her tongue slipped further down began to dance around Thea’s tight bottom. The first time she brushed the crinkled knot of Thea’s asshole, she could feel Thea’s whole body jump in surprise. But the beginnings of Thea’s protestations were quickly muffled and her body slowly surrendered to the dual stimulation of fingers on her clit and the gentle massage or her backside.
Some part of Caitlin knew that five minutes had to be up, but if no one else was going to, Thea was in no shape to stop her—whatever reservations Thea might have, her body did not share them. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, but Thea’s muscles soon relaxed and surrendered to Caitlin’s tender ministrations. Rather than clenching, her asshole gently opened up and Caitlin never hesitated to slip her tongue inside.
She expected Thea to seize up at the intrusion, but it was not until after Caitlin flexed and twisted her tongue a few times that a gentle shaking signaled her orgasm. Despite her efforts, Caitlin was forced free of Thea’s spasming ass and she settled for letting her fingers ride Thea through her dance as she lapped up the squirting cum.
Caitlin sat back and finally saw what had silenced Thea, whose eyes were unfocused but wide open. Sara was leaned in, her mouth clamped over Thea’s and her hands squeezing those dainty breasts. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Caitlin teased and Sara simply slipped back into her chair with a Cheshire grin.
Thea collected herself more quickly that Caitlin would have guessed, but before she could speak, Caitlin darted forward and planted a quick kiss on her lips. She reflexively returned the gesture but her eyes narrowed as Caitlin’s tongue slipped into her mouth and she remembered where it had just been—although it did not stop her from returning the favor. When they separated, Caitlin reached a hand between her own legs and gently wiped the mingled juices across Thea’s face and into her open mouth. “I hereby anoint you…bi-curious.”
With considerably more self-possession than Caitlin would have had after two orgasms like that, Thea licked her lips and rolled her eyes in accession. “Okay. Maybe you have a point.” She turned to glare at Mick. “That seemed like a lot longer than five minutes.”
“Eh, she was on a roll. Would you rather she left you hanging?” Mick looked like nothing as much as a proud teacher as he handed her a beer to cleanse her pallet. Okay…maybe he is starting to affect me.
Thea did not even try to argue the point, she just pulled her bra needlessly back over her breasts and leveled a warning glare at the rest of the room. “When I win again, this is going to nothing compared to the dares I have in mind for you.”
Wally’s expression of amazed arousal wilted and he threw his hands up. “I’m innocent!”
“I don’t care. There’s a limited number of dicks in the room tonight and I’m going to get some use out of them.” As much as she was trying to seem unrattled, Thea had just had her sexuality and her chances of winning the game threatened and was out for vengeance. Wally paled a little under her vehemence, but his erection remained unaffected.
Caitlin continued to stare at the dark and glistening tip that still poked into vision even as she stumbled into her chair. Her waning self-control was barely keeping her from leaping onto Wally or just masturbating her way into Killer Frost. The skirt she sat on was soaked through and her pierced nipples were painfully erect. The warm flush of her arousal warred with the cold hunger of the energy inside her, but it was only a matter of which of them would consume Caitlin and how soon.
She was so possessed by her inner struggles that she almost missed the dare Mick gave Sara. Finally focusing enough to realize everyone else gone silent, Caitlin drank half her beer to steady her nerves before she looked.
Sara had pushed her chair back and she was gently thrusting an empty beer bottle into her pussy. After a few more strokes, she pulled it out, slimy with her cum and tentatively licked the mouth of the bottle. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she said, “Okay, let’s go for one.”
Half rising, she had two fingers spreading her ass even as she placed the bottle on the chair. With a look of concentration, she slowly aligned the mouth of the bottle and sat down. Her expression paled at the initial penetration and only grew more strained as the neck disappeared inside of her. It was hard to tell how far down she went, but her measured breaths were of concentration rather than excitement as she reached for a second bottle.
“That’s two,” Sara growled as the second bottle slipped easily and much deeper into her twitching pussy. She held it in place but scrabbled blindly until Mick nudged a third one into her hand. With a slightly forced wink, she pretended to give the bottle a blowjob.
Mick nodded his head sagely and conceded, “That’s three. Want to try for more?”
The incredulity in Sara’s face turned into a grimace of challenge. “Fuck it. Give me another.” She slowly leaned forward so that both of the lower bottles were held in place by her body weight. Caitlin was in awe of the muscle control—and the muscles—on display in her barely wobbling legs and tightened hips. With an empty bottle in either hand, Sara glanced at Caitlin and said, “Come on, I need a hand with the fifth.”
Caitlin’s mind was so consumed with the urge to shove Sara back and just start fucking her relentlessly in both holes that it took a moment for Caitlin to understand what she wanted. It took all of Caitlin’s concentration to lift her own beer to Sara’s lips and her hand still shook more than either of Sara’s. Instead of deep throating the bottle, Sara just let it pour into her mouth—and onto her chin and chest.
Mick started clapping and whistling and as soon as Caitlin’s bottle was empty, Sara pulled her head away and started laughing in triumph. She managed to set down two of the bottles on the table, but Sara stumbled when straightening up and the first two slid free and bounced to the floor as she narrowly kept from falling.
“Five! Fuck you Mick, how come everybody else gets fun sexy time and all of my dares are uncomfortable and embarrassing?”
“All I said was ‘beer bottle gang-bang.’ You went for air-tight and a cumshot,” he chuckled and tossed her someone’s shirt to wipe down her face and chest.
Thea’s expression was smug with more than a little vengeful satisfaction as she collected and shuffled the cards. “You know Sara, you could just try winning a hand and then you could set the dares.”
Caitlin missed Sara’s response as she could feel the dark energy grow inside her as the overfilled capacitors inside her Uninhibitor Collar slowly bled it back into her system. Even the cards in her hands were clouded by a white haze and while she could see several had pictures, she could not form a concrete thought about them.
Finally, she gave up fiddling with them, hoping they would make sense and said, “I give up. I raise and fold. I don’t fucking care. Somebody win and give me a dare that lets me cum.”
She could not risk looking at his face, but Mick’s glee was obvious when he chortled, “Looks like Killer Frost is dealing next.” One look at a naked cock or an open pussy and she was just going to pounce on it.
Her eyes squeezed shut, it was all Caitlin could do to focus on holding back the tide of energy that threatened to drown her. The sounds of the game faded behind the steady throb of her pulse and the rising hum of power inside her head. She realized if Killer Frost felt like this all the time, it was no wonder she acted like reckless sex-kitten. While she might not always agree with her other half, Caitlin realized that sometimes, she truly did need her. For one thing, she’s the only one who seems able to match Mick’s passion.
Some fading part of her realized she had missed her own chance to fuck Mick, but the disappointment quickly drowned. While the need for release was only growing more desperate, she had had more than enough fun tonight and it was only fair that Killer Frost got her turn. But I am going to enjoy the fuck out of letting her loose.
Abruptly, Sara snapped her fingers in front of her and Caitlin blinked and looked with eyes bleary from restrained passion.
“Guess who won? Although some people,” she glared at Mick and Thea, “were too worried about winning and chickened out.” When she put her hand on Caitlin’s bare shoulder, Caitlin shuddered at the contact and felt a little drool leave the corner of her mouth. Which was only fair as the entire rest of her was just as drenched and desperate. Somehow, she kept herself from kissing Sara’s sensuous mouth, but she felt herself lean closer all the same.
“Uh…Mick?” Sara’s voice was worried but Caitlin could not understand why. “Her eyes are silver. Is that, uh, normal?”
“It means she’s tagging out. If the kid’s going to have a taste, you better hurry,” Mick warned. There was a sound and Caitlin’s purse bounced on the table. “There should be some thermal condoms in there. Don’t want to freeze your dick off, right, kid?”
Wally looked as torn ever as he looked between the condom in his hand, his eager erection and Caitlin’s swaying body. “I mean, if she’s not feeling well, I don’t…” His words trailed off as he met Caitlin’s eyes and saw the ravenous beast about to devour him.
“For fucks sake,” Thea threw her hands in the air. “She’s about thirty seconds away from raping someone and I’m not looking for a rematch. If you’re going to chicken out, I’m sure one of those two will do it.”
Sara gently but slowly ushered Caitlin around the table, treating her almost like an unexploded bomb. When they were within a few feet of Wally, Sara leaned in and whispered, “It’s okay Caity, you can let go.” Looking up at Wally, Sara rolled her eyes and said, “I understand its burden young man, but your dare is fuck this sexy scientist until she cums her brains out.” She patted Caitlin gently on the butt. “Now get him.”
Caitlin was never conscious of crossing the distance, only of suddenly slamming Wally down into his chair and kissing him as if he was going to suck the life from him. His body seemed scorching hot, but that might just be from the crackling cold screaming inside of her. The only part that had any heat was the blazing inferno melting everything between her legs. Her hands and mouth were everywhere and while she could tell he was talking; she was long past hearing or even caring.
At some point, she slammed him inside of herself, and it felt like a lightning strike up into her brain. She pounded down with hip-shaking enthusiasm and held on so tight it felt like her studded nipples were cutting into his chest. Her consciousness was starting to dissolve into Killer Frost’s eager arrival, but the driving thrill of it all was when Wally kissed her back.
More than just a passive cock for her to grind on, he was a nice, sexy and enthusiastic lover who just happened to resemble her unacknowledged crush. As he began thrusting back into her, she knew she was screaming, but the words were lost in the joy of just taking this young stallion and everything he had to give her. She ran her fingers possessively down his face and chest, dipping three into his mouth before slipping around and working them into her tragically empty backside.
The first tremors of an orgasm began and she kissed him goodbye as the white energy began to fill her mind. That peculiar tingle that signaled her loss of pigmentation rippled out from her screaming face. Any sense of Caitlin Snow was long gone but they were still coaxing every ounce of pleasure from this moment. Their shared consciousness danced through the ecstasy until in a final culmination of power, their duet became a solo.

This was more like it, thought Killer Frost as the fuzzy mists of Caitlin’s thoughts faded and their body rode out the moment with no control from either of them. A virile and athletic body was working hard beneath her and it felt like Caitlin had three fingers hooked inside their ass and frantically pounding away.
Not that she was complaining or had any intent of stopping, but it seemed every time she awoke lately, Caity was playing with their asshole.
And yet, she still hasn’t worked up the nerve to try Mick’s cock. There was some small satisfaction in that as she was unused to lagging behind in any competition between them. Even if Frost still had a stigma about it, she would be considering getting ass-fucked just to take a little wind out of Caity’s sails. Some might call that petty, she just considered it winning with extreme prejudice.
The young man shuddered and came for the second time and despite an appreciation for the advantages of youth, Frost decided to have mercy. She stopped humping and let him wilt in relief as she stretched. Wiping her hands clean with a random piece of discarded clothing, she scanned the room and waited for Caity’s eroticism-tinged memories to fill in the names.
Sara Lance: former assassin, current slut-queen of time travel. Thea Queen: Oliver’s littler and wilder sister. She belatedly recognized Wally West, Iris’s brother, dazed and drained beneath her. That must have been quite a thrill for Caity. A little taste of Iris without the worry.
And of course, her man of fire. Mick’s grin split his rugged face and she wiggled in joy on top of Wally’s lap. When she stood up, he already had a beer for her. It was probably what passed for cold here, but with a quick puff of frost, the bottle crackled with condensation.
“So, how goes the game?” She unhooked the now unnecessary collar and daintily discarded it. The chair between Wally and Thea was empty and she strutted over and crossed her ankles on the table. She belatedly realized that her familiar patch of silvery curls was gone. She traced a finger from her folds up across her newly smooth mound, up between her breasts and finally to be licked clean. “I take it Caity lost? Did she leave me with a dare?”
Mick only laughed while Sara and Thea exchanged glances before shaking their heads. “Nope.”
“I mean, I’m used to it. You would not believe the situations she leaves me in.” Frost tapped the side of her cheek in mock speculation. “Although…I always find a way to have my fun.”
“And you say she’s the nice one, Mick?”
“Absolutely.” His grin would have melted her heart if she had one. As it was, much more important parts were wet and ready to go again.
Wally was wobbly but already sitting back up. “That was…that was the most…that…”
“--was a job well done!” Mick said with pride, but his stare left no argument as to what he planned to do and with whom.
Which I absolutely agree with, but I’m still going to make him work for it.
Thea seemed more nonplussed than interested in Frost’s naked sexuality, but there was a covetousness in Sara’s eyes that was almost a match for Mick’s. Memories continued to emerge from the haze that separated their minds but, it slowly dawned on Frost that Caity had been intimate with all four players. She was forced to give an inner salute. I guess I am rubbing off on her. I just wanted us to get laid and she ends up in an orgy.
Sara shifted gingerly in her seat and gestured. “Mick and Thea still have clothes, last one naked gets the money.” The various expressions indicated that no one was worried about the pot; pride and sexual dominance were on the line.
It seems like I got here just in time. Caitlin would have no idea what to do even if she did come out on top.
“Well then, how can I win? I’m a little late to the game but it's just unfair to punish me for Caity’s shortcomings.” The irony dripped from her tongue.
Thea and Mick exchanged glances. “Well, we are playing for dares, but I guess if we both lose, whoever wins that hand gets the money,” Thea grudgingly conceded while indicating she had no intention of leaving the table as anything less than a winner.
“Well, that’s fine. I just want to have a little skin in the game.” Frost started collecting cards. “Does anyone mind if I deal?”
Wally was about to say something but Thea just flicked her fingers in dismissal. “No problem.”
After the draw, Frost’s hand went from respectable to a full house—not that she had any interest in bluffing. Caitlin might have been content to dole out the sex over the course of a few hours, but once Frost won, the dares were going to be kinky and explicit.
Thea scanned the table and then carefully placed her cards on the table. “I’m not folding,” she warned and then calmly unhooked a pointlessly see-through bra and dropped it on the table. Her cute titties were asking for attention and Frost could already remember how they felt in Caitlin’s mouth. “Let’s end this, I want some cock.”
With a chortle, Sara called and before anyone could challenge his courage, Mick shrugged off his jacket. “Okay, but I’m too much for you and after what he did to the Doctor, I don’t think you could handle the kid either.”
Wally seemed torn between insulted and flattered but was half-way to folding when Mick caught his hand. “I just talked you up, have some balls. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? You’re told to fuck some more sexy women?” The young speedster grudgingly raised a hand to indicate he would call.
“Excellent. I raise.” Killer Frost easily endured a withering look from Thea. “What? If you want to win, you’re going to have to risk a dare like the rest of us.”
Thea betrayed her first real sign of nerves and bit her lip. “Fine. But all the payback I had saved for Caitlin is headed your way.”
“That’s amazing, I’d love having my salad tossed.” Frost’s cheerful menace proved that Thea only got sexier when she was angry. “Or is having your mind blown considered a bad thing in Star City?”
“Ladies,” Sara cut in. “We’ll find out who’s a badder bitch when someone wins. Which…will not be me.” She flipped over an entirely worthless hand. “All I’m saying is, I want a good dare. Something to curl my toes.”
Mick clinked bottles with her, “I’ll see what I can do, blondie.” He then saluted Thea and Frost with his beer. “Oh, and I raise.” Wally’s superspeed had his cards on the table almost before Mick finished talking.
Even as she felt Thea tense up besides her, Frost never hesitated. “Raise again. You find out who’s really got confidence when your ass is on the line.” Mick’s eyes lit up and she wondered if a slip of the tongue was going to bite her in the, well…
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck!” Thea threw her cards in disgust and crossed her arms. “Fuck you both.”
“I mean…if it's on the table…” Frost leaned over and licked Thea’s cheek, leaving a trail of her namesake.
Thea just rolled her eyes and threw a spiteful look her way. “If I wanted that, I’d have risked three dares that your kinky little minds could come up with. I already had my lesbian experience and anal experimentation tonight. I just want some nice, hard cock. In my pussy, thankyouverymuch.”
“Did you mean it?” Mick’s gravelly voice was even deeper in barely contained desire.
Frost fluttered her eyelashes. “As in, is my ass on the line?” She licked her lips and traced her eyes down his chest speculatively. “Mine’s on the table if yours is.”
That seemed to break Mick’s impenetrable combination of arrogance and ignorance. Desire and surprise warred openly on his face before it set in a familiar scowl. “I’m nobody’s bitch.”
She reached across the table to Caity’s discarded purse and fished out one of the thermal condoms. Circling her fingers, she performed one of her favorite party tricks and blew icy breath through them, which slowly crystalized into an impressively sized phallus. Without skipping a beat, she quickly and efficiently slid the condom down over the ice dildo. When she was done, she set it on its base and raised her eyebrows in a taunt. “Prove it.”
Nobody beats me in a game of escalation. Even Caity learned I can always raise the stakes. Although, she had ultimately lost her war with Caitlin and the very memory of that incident sent traitorous longings through her bottom—body. I meant body, her unconvincing denial even sounded like Caitlin.
“If you’re going to be a pussy about it—” Frost reached inside the purse and pulled out the butt plug Caitlin had been using earlier. It was less than half the size of the dildo but still had a reasonable girth. “Don’t worry, it vibrates.”
Expecting some kind of blustery denial or frustrated gesture, she was surprised when Mick had a different, but still familiar response. His barking laughter made the others jump and he slammed his beer on the table in approval. “Right here? Right now? I’ll lay you out on this fucking table until you beg me to stop.”
The remaining players had constantly turned between the two dueling lovers and now that there was a moment’s breath, Sara interrupted. “Okay then, you’re both hardcore. Will you just find out who won?”
Frost’s nerve—no, her patience—broke first and she revealed her full house. Mick shook his head and his shoulders slumped. “Well that sucks. All I have is two pair. Jacks,” he said and flipped over two cards. Her joy came to a screeching halt as he paused dramatically and his voice finally gave away his excitement. “…and Jacks.” The dismay that echoed in her mind was only matched by the delight from her treasonous backside.
When he completed his four of a kind, Sara cursed in appreciation and Thea sighed in resignation. Wally just shook his head with something approaching awe. “That…that might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Mick nudged him with an elbow conspiratorially. “Saw that in a movie once. Been waiting years to say it.
Her cracked his neck and possessively swept his gaze across the room, settling on the still shocked Frost. “Well then. It's time for the main event. Queenie, why don’t you grab one of those condoms and get me ready.”
“What am I a fluffer now?” Thea still did not hesitate to obey, her eyes locked on Mick’s manhood, still impressive at half-mast.
He ignored her. “Blondie, do the same for Killer Frost.” After a moment he added, “Wally, get ready. You’re going to have to satisfy these two once I’m tearing Frosty in half.”
“Do your worst.” Frost forced herself to assume a defiant and sassy tone. She and Heatwave had always been evenly matched and when she tied him up, there had been no overtones of deference or weakness. But there was a part of her that was terrified that she was going to enjoy this too much. And worse, let him know how much she craved it. He would certainly enjoy it if she begged like a bitch, but would he still respect her? Would he still lo—
No, no, no. That word did not apply to them. They were just two scary, sexy monsters with complementary compulsions. Keep saying it and you might even believe it, mocked her inner not-Caitlin.
Thea’s slim body looked even more petite standing over Mick’s brutish frame, but that did not deter her from taking his hefty cock in her tiny hands. He quickly stiffened at the attention and she had him half in her mouth before he was fully hard. Her cute bottom bobbed in time with her head and there was no hiding the wet excitement glistening between her legs. From the sound of it, the little tramp was cock-starved enough to take on an army.
Then Sara was in her face, impatient lust in her eyes. “Come on, unless he cums in her mouth, I doubt I’m going to get the first turn on Wally, but let’s hurry it up.” She twirled her finger. “Turn around and spread ‘em.”
Desperate to regain some degree of dominance, Frost cocked her head and sneered. “In that much of a hurry to start eating my ass? That might be okay for a bottom like Caity, but I thought you were supposed to be the sexual scourge of the timeline.”
Rather than defiance or deference, Sara’s face wrinkled into an expression of pity. “Oh my god…you are the soft one.”
Instinctively Frost grabbed at Sara’s shoulder—not to freeze or hurt her, just to threaten and remind this prissy bitch about the first part of Killer Frost’s name. However, Sara caught her arm and simply twisted until Frost had no choice but to turn around as her arm was bent into the small of her back. Sara pressed close against her and quickly slipped fingers between her legs and a thumb threatening Frost’s other hole. Frost found herself slowly bending over the table until her face was pressed into the abandoned cards. Her legs widened on their own to allow access to the parts of her that were ready and willing to receive Sara’s attention.
“Okay, listen up, you overhyped, frozen bimbo. Unless you’re too scared to go through with it, in a few minutes, Mick is going to be trying to push that thing he calls a cock through your asshole and out your mouth. Unless you’re loosened and lubed up, it's going to hurt. While you might be tough enough to take it, if you shut up and let me, I’ll have you relaxed and begging for it.” This last was said with a twist of the fingers and a flex of the thumb that had Frost’s hips bucking in agreement.
The sound of a satisfied groan and rapid gulping interrupted and Killer Frost managed to turn her head enough to see Thea’s mouth filled with cum. The volume of it showed Mick had not had any relief all night and the poor girl was never going to swallow it all. Which also meant that there was no chance Mick would be quickly satisfied, no matter how tight Frost’s virgin ass.
“Okay, I…”
Sara was uninterested in further embarrassing concessions and abandoned the pinning grip on Frost’s arm. “Excellent. It looks like Thea got pushed back to the starting line, so I have a chance.” Her fingers slid free of Frost’s pussy and ass, but were quickly replaced by an equally skillful tongue. After a few licks, Frost’s body opened up to Sara’s ministrations, even if her mind still had reservations. And then Sara paused and Frost could actually hear the taunting smile on her face. “This would be a lot easier if you would spread your oh-so fuckable ass for me.”
Well, maybe one more embarrassing concession.
Trying not to feel like Caitlin, Frost closed her eyes and grabbed her cheeks, fully exposing herself like the sad and desperate bitch she certainly was not. If only Caity could see me now.
Sara wasted no time. Killer Frost crested through a small orgasm even before the tongue seducing her asshole was replaced by a probing finger. She moaned into the table as her greedy ass easily accepted a second finger. Practically puddy in Sara’s talented hands, it was easy to forget about what was coming and simply enjoy the moment.
Abruptly, she was empty and untouched and the sudden cessation was almost as painful as any wound Frost had ever healed. Her eyes snapped open and she shakenly pushed herself up from the table only to come face to face with Sara.
“Did Caitlin bring lube? She seems like the type to be prepared.” Frost nodded weakly.
While Sara searched through the purse, Frost realized Mick was already hard again. Thea had straddled him and was hugging onto his thick neck while bouncing on his cock with enthusiastic abandon. Finally given her shot at some dick, Thea was showing the advantages of a coma-repressed libido. Mick was clearly pacing himself, content to be used as a living dildo; his eyes locked onto Killer Frost in possessive anticipation.
“Can I see that when you’re done, captain?” he called when Sara revealed the lube.
“Sure, Mick. Are you sure a few gallons of teenage cum won’t do the trick?” she returned the banter.
Thea gasped out a word in between each lunge. “I. Am. Not. A. Teenage—oh fuck no!” This last came out in a surprised burst when Mick waved Caitlin’s butt plug before her eyes. “Why can’t you people leave my ass alone?” she wailed, already resigned to her fate.
“Because it's just so cute and fuckable,” Mick grinned as his hand gripped that ass, squeezing it in appreciation. A finger brushed against the hole in question, throwing Thea off her rhythm. “Your other choice is I spread you wide open and Wally takes your last cherry. Either way you’re getting DP’d tonight. At least this one vibrates.”
Frost could not see Wally but could hear him gasp in surprise. And maybe eagerness.
Thea’s mantra became that of “Fuck,” and “You,” punctuated by an occasional “Plug my ass!” There was no further argument and she only increased her pace.
The view was so mesmerizing Frost almost did not notice Sara swirling a slick finger around her own asshole. She did not even try to hold back a sigh as it dipped inside and was quickly joined by a second. “Ready for number three?” Sara called out sweetly. Frost only nodded and groaned as her hungry hole eagerly accepted the extra girth.
“That’s not much bigger than Caity’s plug. Fuck it, go for four,” she growled.
“Caitlin was right, you are a total butt-slut.” As much as she wanted to argue, Frost looked at her current position and desperate need for more and had to concede the point.
Not that there’s anything wrong with being a slut. Butt- or otherwise.
Four fingers stretched Frost wider than anything she or Caity had tried before, but Sara’s gentle but persistent touch had her loving it. She found herself gripping the poker table, trying not to thrust herself further onto that unrelenting hand. Another orgasm was close and she bit her lip trying to delay, to build it up bigger.
Thankfully—or not—Sara slowed her pace. “You could probably take my whole fist right now, but otherwise, I think we’re ready.” For a very long heartbeat, Killer Frost was tempted. But she knew that she would lose all pretense of being a top or even having self-control if she came instantly, which felt like a foregone conclusion.
Besides, the main course is almost ready. We don’t want to take Mick’s monster too easily.
As she retreated from the precipice, Frost heard Thea squeal as Mick began to work the plug inside her increasingly less virginal ass. Her husky voice quickly collapsed into desperate moans as the buzz of vibration filled the room. Frost turned to look just as the base came to rest firmly against quivering cheeks and Mick patted her behind in satisfaction. Thea had no breath left for cursing or denial as Mick picked her up and began to fuck in earnest. One of his hands continued to cup her ass and push the plug tighter against her in time with his thrusts. With the double stimulation and months of pent up desire, Thea exploded into a body shaking orgasm. Mick held her tight and kept her from throwing herself off his body.
While Caitlin’s efforts had left her momentarily dazed, Thea was currently reduced to a limp and quivering doll. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and her mouth and pussy both hung open in satisfaction. With unexpected gentleness, Mick lowered her into a chair and patted her on the head. “Well done, Queenie.” But then he brought it back in typical Mick Rory fashion by adding, “But you better not take that out of your ass unless you’re putting something else in.”
Frost watched as his condom-wrapped cock—almost painfully hard and shining with Thea’s cum—pointed threateningly in her direction. Mick unsnapped the cap from the lube and coated the already slick shaft. She found herself swallowing not out of fear, but to clear the sudden rush of saliva from her throat. There was nothing that could be done about the matching surge between her legs.
“Are you ready?”
Sara slid past with all the stealth of a former assassin and took Wally in hand with practiced confidence. They were soon humping away on top of the ottoman.
“It’s safe to say I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” Frost was surprised by the honesty in her voice. There was no more point to reminding everyone what a dangerous bitch she was. If Mick did not respect her now, there was nothing that was going to change that. Trying not to feel meek, she bent back over the table and spread herself, fully displaying her readiness and vulnerability.
“Then turn over.” She looked over her shoulder only to meet his kiss with surprised lips. He lifted her up and she stood to continue the kiss. His throbbing erection was squeezed between her back and his stomach and she ground her ass against his thighs. When they broke the kiss, he twisted her hips so that they were face to face. “If we’re going to do this, I want to see your face.”
At first, Frost felt an extra weight of humiliation as she would be unable to hide the desperate need that consumed her as he finally claimed every inch of her. Then she saw that beneath the inferno of his hunger, there was a comforting warmth in his eyes.
She finally realized that as much as he liked watching her squirm, Mick truly wanted her to be happy, to enjoy herself. For him, sex had never been about control or dominance, but a loss of restraint and a surrender to passion. This endless quest for her ass had not been about breaking her, but freeing her from her own hang-ups.
Just like he did for Caitlin. That realization left her gaping even as he picked her up and laid her down onto the table, her legs held wide and her holes opened.
She squirmed when his cock-head threatened her slippery asshole, but he pulled it up and away before she could respond. That ready battering-ram of a cock teased across her almost forgotten but still soaking pussy, but avoided being swallowed. When he finally came to a rest on her pale and shaved mound, Frost was biting her lip in the effort not to pant. He loomed over her, his hips cocked and ready, his thick and heaving chest rippling with muscles and his face inches from her own. “If I’m doing this, you have to say you want it.”
This was not some domineering attempt to make her beg but an earnest desire for consent and acceptance. As much as he liked to pretend to be mindless brute—obsessed only with burning and fucking everything in his path—Mick Rory had a heart. He cared about her…and even if he could not admit it, he needed someone to care about him.
“I think I’ve wanted this since that time in the cargo-bay,” she admitted. “I…I think I lo—” His first thrust cut off the words that they both needed and neither could bear to hear.
Sara’s efforts were not in vain. While it was sudden, her ass swallowed his tip with minimal effort. Whatever discomfort there was paled in comparison to the euphoria she felt at finally having him inside. Their groans of pleasure at the breaking of this final taboo echoed off one another. They held there for a moment, eyes locked and saying more than either would let themselves say. While they were matched in passion, there was still a third presence between them: a compassionate, unexpectedly courageous and not very innocent doctor. Without Caitlin, Frost would never have been able to open herself this way. Apparently, influence went both ways and no two of them worked without the other. Not that I’d ever admit that to her.
That moment stretched out until Mick growled, “Ready for the rest?” He heard her approval without her saying a word and slowly pushed further inside. Her gasp collapsed into a moan as he retreated until she only held the head of his cock. Before she could bring voice to her complaint, he entered even deeper than before and the sudden pressure stole her breath.
There was a difference between stretched wide and stretched deep and Mick’s cock was capable of both. He was reaching places no finger or plug ever had, but rather than violation, she only felt excitement. This was what she was made for; exploration and daring and pure indulgence. Her hips wiggled toward him every time he pulled back, trying to suck him more fully inside. Almost on her own, her fingers played with her pussy and piercings and the added stimulation soothed away any unconscious tension.
While her insides gripped him firmly, there was a new level of acceptance and Mick finally buried himself, his hips resting against the back of her thighs. As much as she wanted that moment to last forever, the transition to gentle thrusting changed her mind. Rather than his normal erratic pacing that held her pussy aroused in constant suspense, Mick was steady and constant. She could feel the pulse in his cock and knew he was building toward a release. Yet she was already there and the culmination of months of repressed desire exploded into an orgasm.
It was not as mind-breaking as she feared, but still as explosively energetic as she could hope for. She screamed in wordless pleasure and two unfinished beers iced over and cracked on the table. Without Caitlin’s thermal condom, her loss of bodily control could have been dangerous, but Mick never seemed to notice. Her whole body tensed and trembled and her ass squeezed him even tighter. That soon sent him over the edge and he held her tight as his throbbing hardness convulsed inside of her. He never stopped pounding and the idea of him cumming inside of her triggered a series of rolling orgasms that did not die down until he pulled out, her holes clenching and hungry for more.
Mick extracted his softening cock slowly and staggered backwards into the nearest chair. His heaving body bore large swathes of sweat that were frosted over wherever their skin had touched. Undisturbed, he never broke eye contact, even as the patches of ice swiftly melted under his body heat.
It took Frost’s body a minute to collect itself, but her mind was only sharper in the afterglow. All the energy Caitlin had built up over an evening of debauchery coursed through her now and roared for more release. She rose up onto her elbows and looked at the tired and satisfied body of her burning man. “That…that was worth the wait.”
He only chuckled. “Going to need a moment before a sequel. I’m good but I’m no match for the kid there.”
Frost followed his gaze to where Wally was fucking Thea from behind on a pile of discarded clothes and with a steady and relentless pace. The buzz of the plug was a constant hum behind the slapping of flesh. Whatever qualms Thea may have had apparently had deteriorated under the cock-drunk euphoria that gripped her tighter than Wally’s hands on her hips. She was lapping the cum from Sara’s pussy without complaint or encouragement and if she seemed more enthusiastic than focused, the blonde time-captain was not complaining.
The younger woman’s cum-streaked face finally tore itself free, the telltale signs of an orgasm dancing across her face. Sara grabbed Thea’s chin-length hair not to force her back but to pull her face up into a kiss. Their tongues locked even as Thea began to shake and Sara’s tight embrace knocked Wally back onto his butt. Even as the full force of her orgasm consumed Thea, Sara’s hand snaked around and found the base of the plug. What already looked to be a powerful orgasm became a conga line of cumming as Sara began to twist and pound the plug into Thea’s unresisting ass. At some point, Wally came, and the thrusting of his cock joined the party rampaging across her body.
Frost looked back at Mick and saw that display had him almost ready to go again. Even as he opened his mouth, she pounced on him, knocking back his chair. They kissed and clawed at one another for a while until the slapping of his hardness against her butt became too insistent. She was about to reach for the lube again, only to find it waiting in Mick’s hand. Kissing her thanks, she poured a generous amount down the crack of her ass and soon, both her hole and his rod were slick and ready.
Yet, this time she was not his to take.
Bracing herself on his shoulders, she let him lift her hips into place. Then she reached down and guided his resurgent cock back toward the hole that needed it the most. The soreness from his first pounding had already faded under the influence of her natural healing and her now experienced ass was eager for more. Before his hips could tense, she pushed herself down onto his lap until he was fully inside.
His surprise was quickly abandoned in the need to hang on as Frost set her own pace. Now that she knew what her body could take, there was no need to hold back. She might love this too much and maybe there was a non-Caitlin part of her that liked being used and controlled, but that did not mean she was not still Killer Frost. Super powered badass bitch and breaker of pelvises.
It's time to remind him why he loves me. The thought was there and gone but she did not care. All that mattered was how amazing it felt and how good she could make him feel. She was bouncing on his dick, trying to find some fraction of an inch she could force it deeper and he was thrusting back with equal ardor. Her ice and his fire clashed and the eventual explosion could only be spectacular.
She heard Sara shout encouragement for Wally to keep fucking her ass, but could no longer waste attention on anyone but her and Mick. Even thoughts of Caitlin—gratitude or condescension—were abandoned in the need to make this last.
When she came, there was no one thing that triggered it, but she did not resist it or let it slow her. Mick’s passion might be boundless, but his body was only human. Hers was not. She tightened the muscles of her ass, exchanging a little soon-forgotten pain in order to squeeze him even tighter. While he had not slacked yet, she could tell it was only a matter of time.
A second orgasm came hard on the heels of her first and she hugged his chest with rib-squeezing power. This embrace coincided with the chair finally breaking. As they spilled to the floor, she feared she would bounce free. Instead, he came with her, crushing her against his broad chest, even as her ice-cold piercings threatened to stick to the sweat and his cock throbbed within her. Their bodies clung to each other, the only motion the convulsions of his ejaculation and the frantic caress of her ass.
While she might have collected herself for another try, her burning man’s fires were fading. Killer Frost was content to lay on top of him and feel him soften, still buried to the base. Mick’s heaving chest and arms surrounded her in a comforting warmth and she felt herself thaw at the unusual tenderness.
They stayed there in an endless moment of frozen silence until a wet sound and soft clatter sounded elsewhere in the room.
They looked over to see that the plug had finally slipped free, even after its much-abused batteries had given out. Thea was slumped over the ottoman, her arms and legs splayed bonelessly and her tired holes slightly agape. Sara slumped against the wall, her body still flush with recent exertion, even as cum dripped from both her holes. Wally was curled upon the floor; apparently whatever tricks Sara’s ass knew were too much for even a speedster.
And a faintly discordant snore reminded them that Dinby was still alive.
There was proud contentment on Mick’s face when he surveyed the carnage, but it softened when he noticed Frost was staring at him again. Before he could speak, she pulled his head down into a quick kiss. Even that was enough to thrill her and she felt her body squeeze on his faintly protesting member.
When they parted, she smiled at him and whispered, “So…who’s my bitch?”
Letting loose a patented Mick Rory chuckle, he kissed her forehead and said, “I guess I am.”

Next story?

I have a bunch more planned (including more Iris) but I don't know how soon it will be. I started planning this stuff more than a season ago and some stuff might be changed. The next chapter was going to feature Zari (because Talia Ashe is gorgeous) but it was outlined before she and Nate became a thing and involved ambiguity about her sexuality. I’m considering scrapping it all together, but it had some important stuff about Mick’s writing and what it says about his character (which I wish the writers would remember for more than a cheap gag every three episodes). Then again, I might start working on a few other series (One inspired by the Glamour Slam episode of JLU, maybe something with the X-men or an original fantasy story about a Lady knight and her bitchy princess.) Regardless, it might be a bit.

Also, I finally have a friend who is interested in reading my stuff and giving feedback, so some chapters might get some rewrites and their interest may guide what I write next.

Also, also, I agree I should be posting elsewhere. I'm currently working on Ao3 and if you or my friend have suggestions, I'll start sharing there.
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