It’s 1939 and an evil mastermind is on the loose in New York City, armed with a giant death ray. The stakes couldn’t be higher, with a transatlantic war threatening to break out at any moment.
Fortunately help is at hand in the form of a talented and sexy team of lesbian crime fighters led by Tiffany Hazard, A.K.A. the Bronze Goddess, and her erudite sidekick Kimmerleigh Fox, the Sapphic Super-Scientist.
Add in sword-wielding vigilante Lady Blade, alias mild-mannered researcher Suki Suzuki, and glamorous British movie star Emma Storm, who just happens to be a secret agent with a license to kill.
The quartet is hot on the trail of the enemy ... when they’re not engaged in red-hot sex. If the old-time pulp magazines had lesbian heroines, this is what they would have been like!
There was a narrow, unilluminated walkway leading along the side of the warehouse toward the river. Half way along there was a faint pool of light. Kimmy pointed toward it. “Looks like there might be a window there. Let’s go check it out.”
They made their way along the walkway till they came to the pool of light. Looking up at the looming side of the warehouse, they saw that the light was indeed coming from a small window. It was about eight feet above the ground, and protected by thick steel bars.
Kimmy’s face fell. “So much for that plan. We’ll never get in that way.”
“Sure we will -- it’ll be a piece of cake. First, though, we need to know what we’re getting into. Why don’t you take a peek through the window and see what’s going on inside.”
Kimmy turned to Tiffany with a surprised look -- which became even more surprised as the Bronze Goddess grabbed her by the hips and lifted her bodily into the air. Before she knew what was happening, Kimmy found her face pressed up against the grimy glass of the window. She peered inside.
“Oh, my goodness me!” Kimmy exclaimed in her cut-glass British accent.
“What is it? What can you see?” Tiffany looked up at her impatiently.
“Do you really want me to tell you? Ouch, that hurt!” The latter remark came in response to a gratuitous pinch on the bottom that Tiffany gave her.
“Get on with it. Sapphic Super-Scientists aren’t the lightest of creatures, you know. Just tell me what’s going on in there.”
“Fucking,” Kimmy said.
“Fucking what?” Tiffany inquired. “And there’s no need to swear, anyway.”
“I’m not swearing, I’m being descriptive,” Kimmy explained. “You asked me what’s going on in there and that’s what I’m trying to tell you. Fucking. Lots of naked people in all different positions. Like a big orgy.”
Tiffany let her down to the ground with a grunt. “You’re really going to have to lose weight, girl. I’ll let you use my gym.”
“Thanks. At least now we know what a nature-culture club is.” She scratched her head. “But how on earth does that tie in with the death ray business?”
“Probably just a convenient cover,” Tiffany said. “Did you see anything else?”
“Not much -- the lighting’s very dim. They’re all straight male-female couples, and they’re doing it ... I don’t know, like they’re in a trance-state or something. They certainly don’t look like they’re doing it for fun. It’s more like some kind of weird religious ritual -- and there’s lots of statues around the place, like ancient Viking gods.”
“Sounds like they’re far too engrossed to pay much attention to us,” Tiffany observed. “Let’s get in there and have a look around.”
Kimmy glanced up at the window. “Haven’t you forgotten the small matter of those steel bars?”
“No, I haven’t forgotten it,” Tiffany assured her. “Like you say, it’s a small matter. Now bend down so I can climb up on your back.”
“Hold on -- we can’t go in there dressed like this! We’d stand out a mile. They’re all stark naked.” Kimmy pulled off her T-shirt and started to wriggle out of her shorts.
“Good thinking.” Tiffany quickly stripped off her jumpsuit.
“Hold on, what am I going to do with this?” Bereft of pockets, Kimmy was left holding the phallic-shaped neutralizer ray.