Subjective Villainy (tagged per chapter)

Hello all. This here is the first story I've unleashed upon the unsuspecting folk of Futanari Palace. I've decided to tag it on a per-chapter basis, as the tags can sometimes change rather wildly between chapters.

This story follows the adventures of Elaine Tyson, a disaffected government operative who gets a bit more than a change of scenery when she accepts a job offer from the 'Moriarty of super-crime'. Our heroine ends up travelling to the far ends of time, space, and alternate realities on the whims of this madman! Is he just out to mess with her, or is there something bigger afoot?

Constructive criticism is highly appreciated. Sorry about the font error on Chapter 1, I don't know what happened.

Chapter One: Recruitment Procedures

Agent Elaine Tyson, of the Federal Super Monitoring Agency, shifted in her chair. It wasn't that she wasn't comfortable: for a restaurant, the Whatever-It-Was had wonderfully comfortable chairs. She had listened to the radio on her way to the restaurant, the news playing as she walked along the street. The main article had been about a major bank robbery that had been halted at the last minute by the Solar Storm, the local top superhero. It had even made its way to the front page of the evening papers. 'Solar Storm Secures Stash!' had been the title she'd loathed the most. She sighed. The papers couldn't see it, didn't know: Almost every super-crime perpetrated, and a few normal ones as well, was organised and orchestrated by one man. The modern Moriarty, she'd heard him referred to around the office. And she was going to meet him that night.

She would have been excited, if she hadn't thought he was going to be like every other supervillain in existence. She'd thought that she would be caught asking questions, blindfolded, led into the presence of a man with a big cape and a stupid beard, and then have to use her sex appeal to get information and secure her freedom. And then this man, whoever he was, had invited her out for dinner at this stupid fancy restaurant! After the shock of the very non-traditional meeting-place wore off, she'd felt her interest in this assignment pick up. Maybe her first out-of-office assignment would be interesting. Maybe she could actually get some information out of this man, and then she'd be noticed about the office, not ignored in the corner all the time! She looked down, and checked her classy black gown was still in perfect condition. She'd turned her sex appeal up to its maximum for tonight's dinner, and it certainly showed. The fine fabric of her gown accentuated her curves with its clinging gloss, and her shoulder-length brown hair had been carefully styled so as to frame her face in the best possible way. No man would be able to deny her anything.

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