On the streets of Edge City there is a sudden shower of rain. Going from calm but sunny to a shower of rain catches out many pedestrians who scramble for cover in the sudden downpour. Among them is a young woman who scurries into the bank holding a newspaper over her head.

Tina Carlyle was soaking wet and paused in the foyer to straighten herself out. And just like that the balance of power would never be the same again. She squeezes some of the water out of her skirt in a position that screamed 'Sex!' As she did so she highlighted her million-dollar legs and body, which through her damp summer clothes is undeniable proof that there is a God. She's a heart-stopping woman/child with a Cupid's bow mouth and ice blue eyes. In other words, she's trouble. Big trouble. She felt the eyes of two employees on her and decided they would be the ones to help her. Tina saw that as she neared the two men were holding their breath, for she didn't just walk, she glided forward, her hips swaying in a suggestive manner: 'I am sex incarnate, I'm the best fuck you could possibly imagine.'

"Excuse me, where can I open a new account?" Tina asked the pair in a coy, sweet voice.

One of them wearing a name badge Charlie quickly stands up and flashes his best 100-watt smile. "You've come to the right place, ma'am." Charlie says with all the charm of a used car salesman Tina noted to herself. "Just step right this way and pull up a chair..."

Charlie tries to steer Tina to his desk, but she's still preoccupied with her damp clothing. "Oh, I'm sorry," Tina says knowing full well she could get away with murder right now. "I'm a complete wreck. Will you hold this please?" She hands her shoulder bag to Stanley and peels off her wet blazer, creating another awe-inspiring visual moment for the men to feast on. With her sultry look she was the mixture of innocence, predator, and full-on sexiness.

"Here, let me take that for you," Charlie said smiling taking her jacket and clutching it jacket with white knuckles.

Tina smiles politely. "Thanks," she offers but turns and sits at Stanley's desk; Charlie is stunned at his near miss, but there's not a thing he can do about it.

"So," the banker with the badge saying 'Stanley' began nervously. "Uh, what kind of account did you have in mind?"

Tina smiled sweetly. "Well, I'm not sure exactly. I'm just terrible with things like that. That's an interesting tie Mr...?" She trailed off.

"Ipkiss. Stanley Ipkiss!" Stanley said forcing his brain to both move his mouth and remember his own name at the same time. Easier said than done right now.

Tina extends her hand. "Tina Carlyle. Pleased to meet you."

"The, uh... pleasure's all mine." Stanley replied shaking the hand as if it was the hand of the Pope.

Tina notices a box of Kleenex on Stanley's desk. "May I?" Tina asked and Stanley looked confused, so Tina gestured to herself. "I'm such a mess," she said but in truth she knew that despite the damp dress she was wearing she currently was putting most women to shame. The sexual tension had after all jumped some hundred degrees Celsius in the bank thanks to her.

"Oh... of course," Stanley replied, and Tina took out a compact and daintily blotted the moisture from her face. "That's what they are there for!" Stanley joked and Tina laughed always a sucker for a gag.

"As I was saying about that tie," Tina said while trying to dry herself. "It's like one of those, what do you call them, ink blot tests."

"A Rorschach test," Stanley confirmed.

"That's it," Tina nodded while leaning into Stanley's personal space to get a better look at the tie. "It looks like... um," as Tina thinks of what she is picturing Stanley can't help but think about kissing her incredibly lush lips. "A young woman riding bareback," Tina smiles brightly. "You know, like a Lady Godiva or something."

"Really?" Stanley swallows nervously.

She slowly runs a finger along Stanley's tie and licks her lips knowing full well she has his attention. "What do you see, Mr. Ipkiss?" Tina asks him articulating the words so that she showed her tongue playfully moving in her tongue.

Stanley was mesmerized but started to get uncomfortable under her gaze. "I don't know," he said slowly pulling his tie back and looking down at it. "Bold colours. It's a power tie, you know. They're supposed to make you feel...powerful." He said sounding anything but powerful at the moment.

"Does it work?" Tina asked him simply but dripping of sex appeal.

"Sort of," Stanley squeaked. "It's just a tie. Now, about that account." He changed the subject and began to list the various accounts the bank had on offer in a light-hearted manner. Tina smiled along but made a point of carefully adjusting the position of the bag, aiming a tiny camera lens neatly concealed within it into a better position. She was pointing the bag at the open bank vault that stands a short distance from Stanley's desk. That was her mission and plan all along.

XXXXXXX

Tina did her best to smile as the light lit up revealing her to the public. She couldn't make out the darken faces due to the lighting, but she knew they were there. Opening night. An entire week of rehearsals leading up to this point. Dorian might see running this club as a dead end or a mocking exercise given to him by Niko, the feared mafia boss who ran the city's underworld but for Tina it was different. Here she was the star.

Or at least that is what she was promoted as.

But it was one thing planning, practicing and rehearsing and another thing performing in front of a live audience. She tried her best not to look nervous or stiff as she started with her little number. The stiff drink she had before she came on stage helped. A little swish of her skirt and she was off into the beat. She fought to keep her voice steady and her moves entrancing for the crowd. She was after all the centre of attention so best make it memorable. Smiles and nods of approval from the audience as they enjoyed her little song and dance number.

She gave an audience member the thrill of a lifetime with a perfectly timed wink at the right moment in the song. The notes came easier as her nervousness receded replaced by a joy she felt when performing, the audience were now in the palm of her hand.

Fully immersed in the song she loved it. It was beyond thrilling, and it was all hers. Here she was in control, and she had the power. No one not Dorian or anybody could tell her any different. All eyes glued to her, the warmth of their regard spreading into Tina helping her hit new heights. She moved back on stage as she reached the end of her performance hitting the notes perfectly. The audience rose to their feet loving it clapping wildly and cheering.

Tina smiled bashfully. Not bad for an opening night.

A few hours later and the club is closing up. Waiters stack chairs on top of tables as the bartenders clean glasses in the background as Tina gathers her sheet music from her pianist. "Thanks Reno, you're the greatest," she says with all the enthusiasm she could muster. It didn't hit her eyes but Reno, her faithful pianist was charmed again.

"Good night, doll," Reno smiled at her. "You slayed them!" Tina smiled back at him. Sadly, while she had been getting comments like that from all the various members of the club, she hadn't heard anything from the one person it matter to her the most. Speaking of her boyfriend she crosses to the bar area where Dorian lounges with his associates. He had been in a funny mood ever since his meeting with Riko. She guessed that it didn't go well but it was hard to tell. He would always rather spend a night drinking and plotting with them than celebrating her success.

Seeing Tina, Dorian toasts her as she pulls up a bar stool. "That was a great performance, baby," Dorian told her. "But not as great as the one you pulled off at the bank."

Yeah, well don't get used to it," Tina said firmly not even looking at Dorian. "I'm not going to start running cons for you again, Dorian. I'm a singer now and that's it."

Dorian rolls his eyes at Freeze, "Get her". "Oh, really?" He smirked. "And you had such a red-hot career before you latched on to me?"

Tina pours herself a drink. "Who latched on to who?" She retorts.

Dorian chuckled and turned to his men saying, "I love it when she gets pissed." Before standing up and moving to where she was sitting. "Besides baby you are too good at playing the game," he smiled at her. Dorian scoots over and puts an arm around Tina. She remains cool. "I bet those banker were tripping over themselves for you."

At that memory Tina couldn't help but smile. "I could have walked out with them carrying the money for me!"

Dorian laughed out loud. "That's my girl! Come on baby who's gonna kiss you like Dorian Tyrel." He said teasing her. Tina pours another shot ignoring him, but Dorian persists. "Come on. Who?"

"Nobody," Tina says giving in a little.

Dorian smiled and pulled her close. "That's right, baby. Come here."

Tina slowly leans in for a kiss, her lips softly parted... but raises a finger to Dorian's lips, stopping him cold. She glances over at his men. "Sorry. I never get personal in front of the help." She abruptly stands and exits as Dorian glared at her.

XXXXXX

"Seriously?" Tina asked again clearly fed up.

"I'm sorry Mrs Carlyle," the limo driver said apologising for them being stranded. "I swear I thought we had enough fuel just Mr Tyrell had me doing some deliveries for him I didn't really get a chance to fill her up," the limo's driver held up his hands in his defence. Tina rolled her eyes as it wasn't the answer she was looking for. All she wanted to do was to get back to her apartment and relax. A couple of hours waiting for a driver to return with some fuel wasn't part of the plan.

Tina shook her head and stepped out of the limo to take in some air. She walked to the side of the bridge taking in the night's air and looking down at the black brackish water swirling along beneath the bridge. The city had never been much to look at but still the moments of stillness and the lights shinning in the night's sky could inspire her. Even sunworshippers like Tina found solace in the soft glow of the moon and a night's sky. Suddenly, something catches Tina's eye... a BODY, floating along in the darkness and she snaps back to reality.

"Oh my god!" She whispers to herself looking down. "Hey! Hey mister!" She calls down to the body, but it doesn't move. Tina looks around for help but there is no one anywhere. Looks like she would have to be the hero. She rushes down the slippery embankment beneath the bridge keeping the body dead ahead, floating along in the moonlight and as she hurries as fast as she can.

She scrambles down the slope; a black cat YOWLS as it races past her. She steps on and shatters a discarded mirror, and she ducks under an old ladder that leans against the bridge's foundation as she finally reaches the shore. Tina splashes into the waist deep water just in time to catch the body as it floats by. She grabs it and the "body" falls to pieces... revealing that it's nothing but a trash bag, an old tire and some floating bits of garbage all clinging to the "head": an old wooden Mask.

Tina shakes his head in disgust cursing at ruining her outfit... some lifesaver. Frustrated, she inspects the Mask in her hands more closely; strange ritualistic symbols carved into a puckish face with a leering grin and eerie empty eye holes.

Suddenly a blinding spotlight shines down from the bridge and an amplified voice calls out from a squad car. "Hey, you!" A cop standing on the bridge looking down at her. "What are you doing down there?"

Tina squints into the light, trying to think of a reasonable answer as to why she is standing waist deep in water. "I was just looking for..." She glances around before looking at the Mask which she holds up. "My mask! Got it!" She says lamely.

XXXXX

Tina wearily climbed up the steps to her small apartment fed up and ready to scream at anyone who got in her way. Three hours the cops had her down the station joking, leering at her and clearly enjoying having her there for their own amusement. They thought she was a hooker the way she was dressed and even when she had handed over her id, they kept her just for their own entertainment asking her all short of questions they claimed was necessary for their records. Questions like her measurements, her likes, her dating habits and so much more. She almost wanted to scream but sadly she was well used to it. Not the first time she was treated like an object of desire for every horn dog and pervert she had come across.

Finally stepping into her home, she wanted nothing more than to sink into a hot bath and simply go to bed. This was meant to be a great night instead she simply wanted to forget everything. Kicking off her shoes to God knows where she all but fell into the couch determined to take a moment for herself until she did anything else. She then cursed her stupidity realising that she had now most likely stained her couch thanks to the dirt she was covered in. She smelt bad and look just as bad thanks to some stupid mask. Some cheap mask! She growled to herself in her head as she took it out of her bag tempted to break it in two. She doubted it was worth anything considering her rotten luck tonight. Tina frowned as she looked at the mask she was holding. It was strange but Tina could swear that haunting whispery voices seem to call to out to her as she studied the mask running her fingers over the oak. It get a better look at the carving Tina raised the mask to her head. Still, she could swear it was calling out to her and she bit her lip slightly unsure what to do.

The mask seemed to make the decision for her almost surging forward in her hands and jumping onto her face. As soon as it made contract it felt like a vacuum seal on her face as the mask gripped and moulded onto her face. The mask sought to firmly secure itself on its new wearer with dozens of tendrils extending from the base of the mask through her face and hair. Tina let out a scream as she felt the mask's power flow into her. It was orgasmic but this was wrong so wrong! She spun around the room like a hurricane bashing and knocking into various objects. The twister was so strong that even her clothes flew off her rapidly transforming body. Bright green light turned into lightning as Tina's once humble being absorbed the magic and pleasure offered by her assailant.

The human tornado finally came to a stop with a screech causing sparks and smoke to rise from the singed carpet. The smoke clears revealing Tina stood there in the middle of her room, naked, fresh and looking totally different from moments before. Her hair was more luminous and shinier like a Barbie doll. Her eyes were emerald green and wide open. Her lips were covered with a forest-green like lipstick that perfectly contrasted with her face. Her face was flawless and smooth enclosed in the mask's signature rubbery green material from the back of her head to the edge of her chin. Her ears were plastered over by the green rubber encompassing her skull. From the neck down she had features only a model/athlete would dream of. A sculpted body with DDD breasts, a perky full ass, soft arched feet, and toes that were perfectly pedicured. She was the epitome of humanity's finest feminine features that would entice any mortal.

"Wow what a rush!" Tina said with delight subconsciously she licking her lips and enjoying the taste. A grip grope and she found she was much sensitive. She felt more alive than ever a far cry from the weary, dirty blond who stepped into the apartment moments ago. She was buzzing as she walked around the flat in the nude enjoying the freedom and unashamed of her nudity. Spotting her full-length mirror, she posed seductively in front of it before sliding her hands down her body. ""Feeling good, looking' good..." she said as she continued to rub herself and continued to travel down her naval until she reached her slit. She took two fingers and caressed herself which triggered an explosion that ignited from her nether region and caused her to elate in pleasure. It had never been that soon before. To combat the electricity felt in her front, she unconsciously slapped her ass that caused a reverse jolt of pleasure.

Swallowing deeply and removing her hands away Tina spun around deciding to put on some clothes. Instantly she found herself in the shortest and tightest yellow dress ever seen. Arching an eyebrow, she spun around again this time in a form fitting business suit. She spun round several times trying out different styles and looks finding that no matter what and despite the green face she could pull off every style. "Wow!" Tina whisper looking at herself in the mirror. "With these powers I could become a superhero!" she said out loud. The possibilities certainly were endless it would seem.

"But first…" Tina grinned at her reflection evilly as an idea of payback floated into her head and dashed out of the apartment in such a rush it caused a lamp by the door to fall onto the ground.

XXXXX

"Oh, gimme that one," Fred say to his younger colleague. "That's one a keeper!"

"Hell no!" Jake fired back moving the small photograph away from his older and larger co-worker. The pair were sitting in some sleazy diner after finishing their shift with a series of black and white mug shots of Tina Carlyle.

"Come on man look how hot she is in that picture!" Fred moaned pointing to a black and white picture of Tina Carlyle that they 'had' to take for records etc.

"Yeah, which is why I'm keeping for myself!" Jake sniggered admiring the photo in his hand before turning back to his partner. "Besides you got a wife!"

"Yeah, who doesn't look like that!" Fred declared pouting to which got them both laughing. Sometimes it was good to abuse your position every once and awhile. It's not like anyone was going to complain or fire them for it. "Got to be careful though." Fred said after calming down. "The girl listed her place of employment as that club off Mainstreet. The Coco Bongo. Heard some shady things about it."

"Ah don't worry these are staying with me as hard evidence!" Jake said smugly. Well maybe one or two he might give away for a price. These little puppies were worth their weight in gold they decided. The men at work were going to do his paperwork and covering his shifts for even one of these. "Finally doing a late shift pays off!" He laughed.

As if on cue the doors to the diner burst open causing both Jake and Fred to crouch down and cover their eyes. They both stuck their heads up from behind the table and neither could quite believe what they were seeing.

There in front of them encased tightly in a leather catsuit was some green faced barbie doll slash wet dreamed. The leather looked painted onto an incredible body with curves that racing drivers could only dream of. Her eyes shone with confident power and her body was in a position that screamed 'Sex!' "Hello boys," Tina said in a smoky way.

"What the hell?" Fred muttered and Jake couldn't help but agree with the older man unsure what he was seeing.

"Who is it?" Jake hissed to the man.

"What is it?" Fred replied back. "I don't know whether to right her rights or fall in love!" he muttered to his partner before standing up and motioning to Jake to do the same. "Nice entrance Mrs," he said addressing the green goddess in front of him. "But property damage is a crime!"

"Yeah, plus it's a little early for Halloween lady," Jake said his hands going to his belt trying to look tough and intimidating.

"Well, I'm sorry officers but I just had say hello to you two hunks of flesh," Tina's coy, sweet voice was dripping in sarcasm.

Fred and Jake exchanged a look and shrugged. "Well Mrs you owe the owner a new door so why don't you just bend over the counter and spread them," Fred sneered at her holding up his handcuffs. Jake grinned to himself at the idea of doing a body search on this babe regardless of her green make up.

"Oh, I like the rough stuff!" Tina winked. "I just hope you do too." And with that she superiorly pushed her sunglasses back upward with her right index finger, while keeping her mouth suggestively open. Her curled into a sly smile, and slowly started walking. Fred and Jake held their breath as she came up towards them picking up speed with every step until she was back in human hurricane mode. The men went for their guns, but it was too late, and they were engulfed into the hurricane. All that could be heard was their screams and Tina's laughter as chaos took over in the sleepy café.