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Lively Latex Ladies

for DrakeHavok

by Draconicon

Rachel the raccoon shook her head as she stepped through the doors of Latexia's Club. She'd wondered if the rumors were true, and she was honestly a little shocked to find out that they were. She stepped to the side, getting out of the way of some of the other guests, and leaned against one of the walls.

Just as it looked, the black, reflective surface was made of latex. Not quite like her - considering her body was more of a concentrated derivative of it - but similar enough that she could only shake her head in awe.

She turned back to the club, her cheeks glowing a little glowstick-green with envy as she saw the different effects that this Latexia had managed to achieve by coating her entire club in latex. Every bit of light had a secondary shimmer that rolled over the room, almost like a prism effect without the expense of all the neon lighting. More than that, the furniture was able to be molded in all sorts of unconventional shapes, and she could just about spit in frustration at seeing some of the lounges near the bar.

"Now that's just not fair," she muttered at some of the enclosing seats. If she'd tried to buy things like that for her club, it would cost her almost an arm and a leg, yet this former supervillain could do it on a whim? "Seriously, not fair."

She was shaking her head when someone grabbed her by the arm. The raccoon paused, turning to look over her shoulder as the green glow faded, and smiled at the big wolf holding her.

"Hey there, big guy. Something up?"

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were -"

"Thought I was what?"

"Well, one of Latexia's special girls."

She raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're not. Not without one of those collars, anyway, so I don't -"

She was about to press things further when she heard a sudden series of footsteps from behind, from the dance floor. Rachel turned around, and stared at the huge group of people that had suddenly surrounded her. Their wide grins, tight clothes, and the ridiculous number of glowsticks hanging from them normally would have been kind of appealing. Now, with those grins...

One of them rushed over to her, grabbing her by her arm, while another - a lynx - grabbed her other arm.

"Oh my god, it's really one of them. A living latex girl? Damn, I thought they were just rumors."

"Oh, fuck, feel how smooth she is. Look at that, guys? Daaaaamn."

"Think she can dance as good as she looks?"

"Man, what if she can -"

"Guys?"

"Come on, you can't actually think you'd do that with her, do you?"

"Guys?"

"Geez, is she even wearing anything? I mean, look, it's like it's part of her, and -"

Rachel was about to open her mouth and shout for security when the ground rippled beneath her. She had just enough time to look down and see the bubbles around her feet before a sphere of latex shot up around her, forming a large bubble about seven feet across in the middle, four on the floor, that completely sealed her away from the rest of the club.

She slammed a fist on one wall. It dented, but only momentarily before reforming. The raccoon walked around a bit, her latex body starting to glow pink around her shorts, and purple around her top, letting her see better from the bio-luminescence that her body material could produce.

At the halfway point of circling the sphere, she heard a squeaky sound, and turned around. On the opposite side of the sphere, the wall had deformed, as if someone was walking through. After a second, it pulled itself together in the form of a hippo, and completely detached from the wall. It opened its eyes, and then smiled.

"Sorry for the rough greeting, my dear. It's a little difficult to deal with some of the randy customers any other way."

"Uh huh. Not that I don't appreciate the help - I do - but, um...who are you?"

"Oh, hon, don't you recognize me?"

She looked around at the latex about her, and remembered how quickly and accurately it had formed. More importantly, how it had seemed to come out of nowhere, and not affect anything else.

"Latexia?"

"Bingo, my lovely girl, bingo."

The hippo gestured at the ground, and from it rose a small table, as well as a pair of chairs. Rachel hesitated for a moment, then sat down on it. She half expected the chair to swallow her, but instead, it just cushioned her. Surprisingly well, actually, which she was more than a little surprised by.

Latexia took the other chair with a small chuckle, leaning forward.

"You know, I was a little surprised when you walked in. Latex, but not latex; it's not something that I see so often."

"You mean, you've seen more like me?"

"Just like you, no, but symbiotes and other life forms pass through here often enough. There's always someone like that that thinks I can do something to help. Or empower. Or something. Ah, the life of the Mistress of Latex."

The slightly overdramatic way she said it left Rachel smiling. She relaxed a bit in her chair, looking at the walls as little slits appeared in them. Apparently, they were now in the middle of the dance floor, and with the light sliding in through the holes, it was like sitting inside of a kaleidoscope of color. The only reason it didn't bother her was because she was used to producing such things.

As the older-looking hippo settled herself, Rachel looked her over a little bit. It was her first time seeing the club owner, and she had to admit, Latexia didn't conform to what she'd expected. Yes, she'd heard the rumors of this lady having created a neutrality zone for supers, but it was something that she hadn't given much credence to.

"I have to say, you're not exactly..."

"The villainess you expected?"

"Heh, that's a good way to put it."

"Oh, honey, get to know me better, and I'm all the villainess that anybody can take. But you have to really rile me up to get that out of me."

"I guess, but why villainy in the first place? You seem too...I don't know, nice for that."

Latexia chuckled.

"Honey -"

"Rachel. My name's Rachel."

"Thanks. Rachel, you'd be surprised how many villains are really very nice outside of their criminal antics. We want a lot of what you heroes want. We just tend to be a lot more direct in using our powers to get it, instead of working for it."

"Even when it hurts people?"

Latexia shrugged, then leaned out a window. Rachel heard her whispering an order to a waiter, and waited for the hippo to be less distracted. Even so, she couldn't help but admire the latex around them again.

Damn it, now I want to do this with my club...

Finally, Latexia leaned back in, offering the raccoon a drink, which she took. Latexia took a sip of her own, then finally answered.

"I told you, villains are a lot more direct than you heroes. Most of us - well, those of us that aren't the super rich gadgeteers - don't exactly come from good places. When you have that option of using your powers to get what you need, and get ahead, and not much else, you take it. And it takes a long time for the cost to catch up with you."

"I guess I can understand that. I mean, most of us don't have a lot of options on the hero side either, but there's some..." She shook her head. "But still, you're not answering my question. Why did you go to villainy? You seriously just seem too nice."

Latexia chuckled again, shaking her head.

"You know, I can't really remember the reason behind it. But I guess it's because it was a lot more fun."

"What, cheating and breaking the law?"

"No. Being myself."

The hippo put down her glass, leaning back as Rachel cocked her head to the side. Latexia gestured to the club.

"Look at this. Does this look like the place of a responsible adult?"

"That's about the last thing it looks like."

"That's because I'm not a responsible person. I've never wanted to care for other people, never had the urge to be a family person. I've always wanted to have fun, to be creative. And I can't do that as a hero. Too many responsibilities, too many things I gotta watch out for, too many little niggling rules that'll slap me down if I forget them.

"So I did my own thing. I became a queen of the streets. I made enough money to be wealthy. And most importantly, I made a name for myself. Latexia. Nobody messes with her, because she is that strong."

"And you aren't?"

"The me behind the latex? Just between you and me, that person is as big a softie as it gets. So there's me to enforce the rules. My rules. And because of that, this is the one place in the city where both heroes and villains can come, and there is never, ever, ever going to be a fight. Because nobody wants to mess with what I made."

"And you don't call that heroic?"

"Heh, look at the back rooms, and then tell me what you think about that." Latexia took one more drink. "I've got to tell with something out there, but when I get back, you better have an answer for one of my questions."

"And what's that?"

"Why heroics for you?"

As the latex hippo slid away, Rachel leaned back. It really wasn't fair. First, Latexia outdid her with the club, then did everything with all the cool latex, then had a really nice answer for why she was a villain.

And now she's making me think. Ah, man...

The End