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  Allison and Zephyr, sporting their new outfits, arrived at Club Utopia, one of the hottest spots in Neo Haven. Utopia was known for its wild parties and the superhero crowd it attracted. The bouncers, towering and broad-shouldered, immediately ushered them inside after recognising their hero personas. As the pair stepped into the bustling nightclub, the pulsing music and vibrant lights enveloped them.

  The club was packed with a diverse mix of individuals, from costumed heroes to civilians seeking a thrill. The dance floor was a sea of bodies, illuminated by neon lights that bathed everyone in an almost supernatural glow. Drinks flowed, conversations buzzed, and the energy was electric.

  They met up with Riot, a female sidekick Zephyr had made friends with. Riot was an older, more experienced sidekick with bright pink hair and an outfit to match. She had an attitude and a presence that demanded attention. She was excited to show them the ropes.

  "This pce is wild!" Zephyr excimed, taking in the scene. "I've never been to a club like this before."

  "Welcome to Utopia, girls." Riot grinned, leading them further into the club. "This is the pce to be if you want to blow off some steam."

  Riot guided them through the crowd, occasionally stopping to exchange greetings with fellow heroes or sidekicks. She clearly knew her way around the superhero social scene. They made their way to the bar, where Riot ordered a round of drinks: vibrant cocktails that shimmered with a hint of magic.

  "So, Nightshade, how are you finding life in the Fortress so far?" Riot asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

  "It's been intense." Allison admitted, taking a sip of her drink. "A lot to adjust to, but I'm loving it so far."

  "I hear you've been making quite the impression." Riot winked. "Word travels fast in these circles."

  Allison felt a tinge of embarrassment as she recalled her unexpected showcase during the exam. "Oh, that..." or perhaps she was talking about Bullseye's affections, it was hard to say.

  "Don't be shy, Nightshade." Riot nudged her pyfully. "The unexpected is part of the job."

  As they chatted and sipped their drinks, the music pulsed around them, a vibrant soundtrack to their superheroic lives. The three sidekicks ughed and shared stories. Riot offered encouragement, her outgoing personality putting them at ease.

  On the dance floor, a sultry rhythm took over, and Riot wasted no time in dragging them into the crowd. Bodies moved in unison, a mass of sweating, hedonistic heroism. The bass thumped through their chests, and they surrendered to the music.

  Zephyr, normally soft-spoken and reserved, surprised even herself with her uninhibited movements, her petite frame swaying with the beat. Riot's dancing was a force of nature, a blend of graceful athleticism and pure joy. Allison, initially self-conscious, soon found her groove, her powers sparking purple energy trails that followed her moves.

  As the rhythm intensified, Allison felt a presence behind her. A tall, dark-haired man with seasoned looks and greying streaks in his hair pressed against her, his hands resting gently on her hips as he moved in sync with the beat.

  The stranger was a silver fox, exuding a mature charm that stood out in a room full of youthful heroes. His eyes, bright met Allison's. She felt his muscur body move with hers, his breath warm on her neck.

  Gncing around, Allison noticed Riot and Zephyr had also attracted the attention of some anonymous partners. The two sidekicks, were now grinding against strangers, their inhibitions cast aside in the heat of the moment.

  Riot, her pink hair glowing under the lights, threw herself into the dance, her eyes closed as she savoured the anonymous touch of a tall, broad-shouldered dancer. Zephyr, her face flushed, moved with the grace and agility that came so naturally to her, her body swaying and twisting with a mysterious, dark-skinned partner, it seemed she had a type.

  The music throbbed, driving them further into the night's hedonistic spirit. Though Allison knew nothing of the man dancing against her, she felt a connection through the rhythm and the heat of their bodies. He whispered something in her ear, his voice husky and filled with promise, but his words were lost in the thumping bass.

  As the rhythm of the music changed, the stranger's hands slid down Allison's hips, squeezing her firmly. She felt his fingers dip lower, teasing her rear. Allison let out a soft moan, her head falling back against his shoulder.

  The stranger's touch was confident and demanding, and she found herself responding. The man's other hand slid up her stomach, his fingers tracing the outline of her top, teasing the tip of her breasts. Allison's nipples hardened beneath the fabric, she was torn between pushing him away and surrendering to the pleasure.

  Riot, her own passion ignited, noticed the interpy. She smiled, recognising the electric tension between the stranger and Allison. She leaned closer to Zephyr, her lips brushing her ear. "Looks like Nightshade's found herself a nice partner."

  Zephyr nodded. A moment ter Zephyr lead man dancing with her off of the dance floor and out of sight.

  Allison felt the stranger's breath on her ear, his lips whispering suggestively. "Your intoxicating. " His voice was gravelly yet smooth, and his hands continued their exploration, lightly squeezing her breasts. "Let go. Embrace the night."

  Allison's body responded before her mind could protest. She pressed her ass more firmly against him and she let out a soft moan.

  The man smirked, his hands now moving boldly, cupping her breasts possessively. He knew he had her, and his whispers turned more explicit, detailing exactly what he wanted to do to her and how he'd make her scream.

  Allison felt herself getting carried away, her powers sparking wildly with each filthy promise. But then she same to. Mark's face fshing before her eyes. She pulled away and made for the edge of the dance floor, much to her dance partner's disappointment.

  "Is everything ok?" Riot asked but her question went unanswered.

  Allison rushed to the toilets, her heart racing. She needed a moment to collect herself, to escape the anonymous stranger's touch and the temptation of the night. As she pushed open the door, the loud music was repced by the softer, more intimate sounds of the club's restroom.

  There, in one of the stalls, she spotted Zephyr through the cracks in one of the rest room stalls. Zephyr was on her knees, her head bowed, and her hands braced against the toilet. A first she thought Zephyr was feeling ill. But it wasn't sickness that had brought Zephyr here.

  Taking in the scene, she realised that Zephyr wasn't alone. The dark-skinned man from the dance floor was sitting down in front of her, his hands gently guiding her head up and down on his cock.

  Her lips were wrapped around the man's shaft, her tongue teasing and caressing with clear expertise. Her green lipstick slightly rubbing off on the man's length.

  The man's hips pushed forward, his movements matching the low beat from the dance floor. His hand tightened in Zephyr's hair, guiding her pace and depth, and he groaned with pleasure.

  Allison watched, shocked and aroused despite herself. She knew she should say something, but the sight held her captive. What would Jetstream think?

  Zephyr's mouth hummed around the man's length, and she redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper and swirling her tongue, gulping down his length. The man's hips stuttered, and his grip on her tightened as he neared his release.

  Allison, watched as the stranger's muscles tense, his abs contracting as he held back, not wanting to finish too quickly. But Zephyr was relentless, her suction and tongue work expert.

  His hips began to buck, his control slipping as Zephyr milked him with her mouth. With a final, deep thrust, he came filling her mouth with his cum. Zephyr pulled back, and swallowed, then licked her lips. The man ughed, a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment.

  Allison, her heart still pounding, finally found her voice. "Zoe." She managed, her voice hoarse. "I..."

  Zephyr stood, a hand wiping her mouth. "Hey, Alli." She smiled. "Like Riot said, it's a great pce to blow off some steam."

  Allison turned and hurried out of the restroom, she left the club early that night.