Career Day
Well, death and destruction are all well and good, but as they say in Metro City, alien invasions happen, but so do electricity bills. And since a bunch of those bills were now going to involve a security system strong enough to repel a psychotic arms dealing supervillain, that meant it was time to get nose to the fucking grindstone.
The next day I got Psyren loaded up into the car and hit the road once more, making sure that Dolly had the security system all keyed up.
“If anything happens, and I do mean anything, you call me immediately,” I told her.
“Aw, Victor! You’re making me feel all special here,” Dolly giggled with a wink.
But I could tell she’d do it. Dolly wasn’t an idiot, and clearly had a good understanding of the situation and what we were dealing with. Better than I did too. I only had her word about Teklin, but she had firsthand experience.
We reached Razer Industry’s building in good time. An absolute monolith of a place, its black glass and steel struts gave it more of a technocratic Mordor vibe than much else. If a giant flaming eyeball appeared atop it one day, I wouldn’t even be surprised. We parked near a fountain surmounted with a giant metal R, and I led Psyren inside. Security dressed in turtlenecks and slicked back hair gave us a once over before letting us through and to the elevator. I had a lot of work with Razer, and today it was going to be something special.
We went up to Lucille Carter’s office, which dominated an entire corner of the building’s upper floor. A wraparound desk shielded her secretary, Julia, from the world. In a tight dress and a wraparound visor, she matched perfectly the rest of the sleek dark building and general techno dystopic environs she found herself in.
“Victor!” she said, beaming at me. “Right on time. Miss Carter?” she said, into the intercom. “Victor is here with a guest.”
“Mmm. Good timing. Send him in.”
“How’s she today?” I asked Julia.
“The usual,” she said with a slight toss of her short hair.
Not much to go on, then. Lucille Carter was Razer’s head of PR, in charge of hundreds of superheroes and their marketing, and was unpredictable to say the least. I’d worked with her often, though, and knew better than to think I could plan ahead for what awaited me through that door. Firming myself, making sure Psyren was close, I turned the knob and entered the lioness’s den.
Whenever I went into Carter’s office I felt like I was walking in on the dictionary definition of corporate power. A bank of windows consumed the entire wall, looking down on the city below at perfect gloating level. Most of the room was simply empty, giving it a vast, cavernous feel designed to make you feel small. The walls were carved with shelves for various trophies and knickknacks like shrunken heads, abstract art, and other doodads that probably cost more than I’d make in my lifetime.
And then there was Carter.
She completed the imposing ensemble. You could often find her behind the desk, fingers steepled, a smirk on her full red lips that said everything was going according to plan. She was fairly tall and had the perfect, firm proportions that showed her mature figure. I’d guess she was between thirty and forty-five, but pinning an age on her was about as hard as figuring out anything about her. She had a presence to her. A skin-deep cheerfulness practically designed to put a person at ease, but under that was a stone-cold bitch who’d cut you off without a second thought if it impacted her bottom line.
Today, however, she wasn’t looking down at the world, swirling a glass of brandy or petting a white cat.
No.
Instead, she was sitting on a yoga mat in nothing but a sports bra and tight pants, her back a curving arch.
Like I said, unpredictable.
“Mmm. Victor! So glad you could stop by,” Carter said, tilting her head. Her hair was let loose to tumble in waves about her, framing her stunning face and the pair of tinted glasses she always wore.
“Yeah. Thanks,” I said, not even surprised at the scene. Carter always did stuff like this. She considered it a power move. I considered it annoying, because it worked. If she wanted to distract me, there were few better ways than to show off her figure.
Which she did almost immediately, uncoiling from her stance and standing. Keeping the rest of her body straight, she swung her leg, planting her foot on the edge of the desk to form a perfect ninety-degree angle of her inner thighs. I tried not to stare at her crotch, but she wasn’t making it easy. Fuck she was beautiful. Tall, her breasts pressing against her sports bra, her hips giving a perfect counterbalance to her hourglass figure, all of it trim with tight muscles. She was an absolute picture of corporate attractiveness that couldn’t be denied. I certainly wasn’t about to.
“Ah!” Carter said, curling her upper body towards her leg, stretching an arm over her head to touch her toe. “And this must be Psyren. A pleasure.”
“Likewise,” Psyren said with a coy grin, but her eyes were sharp. I could practically feel the air crackle with tension between them. And since Psyren was a psychic, I meant that literally, as the air around us took on a faintly pinkish tinge.
I cleared my throat, breaking into the silent contest of wills. “We were going to talk about your crew’s first super fight?” I said pointedly.
Carter’s head turned back to me, another bright smile alighting her face as if she hadn’t just been in a gorgon’s stare with Psyren. “Mmm. We were,” she said, swinging her leg down and sitting on the edge of her desk. “And I’d love to tell you, Victor, but I’ve been a bit distracted lately.”
“You? Noooo.”
She chuckled, shrugging. “See, I’ve just got this absolutely terrrrrible crick in my back and neck, and I’d love it if you could give me a hand with it.”
After seeing her yoga display, I found that hard to believe. “I’m no masseuse,” I said.
“But you do have some magic fingers. As I’m sure your new sidekick can attest to. Hm?” Carter said with an amused look at Psyren.
“He does at that,” Psyren said, giving me a grin. “Don’t you, boss?”
I looked between the pair. What the hell was this? I thought for sure they’d be at each other’s throats, not ganging up on me. “I-“
“It’d really help move the meeting along,” Carter sighed, lolling her head with a groan as if she were in torment, her sports bra lifting her firm breasts with a lazy bounce.
“Oh boss! Can’t you see she’s in need?” Psyren said, giving me a pout and clasped hands of mercy. “Please, boss. Can’t you help the poor thing out?”
Well, this was going in a weird direction. But I wasn’t exactly going to say no to getting my hands on a woman like Carter. “Fine,” I said, moving across the room.
“I appreciate this, Victor. Reeeally,” Carter cooed as she swung herself off the desk, planting her hands on the varnished wood and pushing her ass out a bit.
There surely was a better position to get a massage than that, but I knew she’d deny it. Oh well. “No problem,” I said, my voice thick as I grabbed her shoulders, digging my fingers in and beginning to ease the stress out.
Carter groaned softly as I went to work. She was absolutely exaggerating, but tell that to my cock. I was already getting hard just by having my hands on the gorgeous corporate shill, and that was before her ass pushed back, rubbing against my crotch. “Oh there you go,” she sighed, her head easing back, her hair scented of cinnamon. “Mmm. That’s so gooood. Ah, Victor. I think… mmm… you missed your calling.”
“We were going to talk about your new hero group?” I reminded her.
“Of course. Of course…” she said, stretching out an arm and pushing a button on her desk.
All around the walls screens lit up, showing dozens of angles of three women in colour-coded and skimpy outfits on a stage. They were all dancing, moving to a music I couldn’t quite hear. I managed to pick out Mysteria, the girl who was originally going to headline with Glacia as her villain, before General Winter threw some streeters at the debut party and royally fucked it up. The other two were a mystery to me, though. New heroes, I judged. Normally a major red flag, but Carter was above all a professional, so I probably didn’t have much to worry about.
Probably.
“We’re calling them the Songbirds,” Carter said lazily. “Been having some small-scale concerts for them. Headlining at some events. Building up a name for themselves on social media. Instagram, Twitter, the usual.”
“Looks good,” I said. “Set up?”
“Going to be a battle of the bands thing. Musical concert with plenty of fans to show up and attend. Cameras all lined up and pointed at them. A real banger, as the young people say.”
“And Psyren’s angle?”
“Ah, that’s the beauty of it,” Carter hummed with a coy roll of her shoulders. “She’s going to be competing too.”
I nodded slowly. “I get it. She’s going to cheat.”
“I can do that,” Psyren said.
I bet she could. Psyren was pretty crazy in many a fun and even more dangerous ways. I glanced at the grinning villainess warily.
Carter nodded lazily. “Mhmm. Rented out an arena for the event. Got it all set up,” Carter said, groping around her desk and pulling a paper from it. I took a hand from her shoulder to take it, scanning the page.
“Consent forms?” I said.
“For the audience, of course,” Carter hummed.
I nodded. Made sense. Any events that had supers brawling wanted to make sure the corps weren’t going to get sued if something went wrong. It had most of the usual boilerplate conditions. Allergens, loud noises, Razer does not take responsibility for any thefts, injuries or…
“Mind control?” I said.
“Just a simple legal out, just in case,” Carter said.
“Seems you thought of everything,” I said.
“Well, when you told me all about your new protégé being a psychic songstress, everything just… mmm,” she sighed, grinding her ass against me harder. “…clicked.”
“You told her? Aw, boss! You’re all heart,” Psyren giggled, giving me a smoky look.
“That he did,” Carter said. “And I think we’ll be getting along reaaaal well. Now, about the event in question…”
I considered that, glancing over at Psyren, who seemed more amused than anything at the sight of me massaging Carter. “How about this,” I said thoughtfully. “Psyren? You went to the event in order to mind control the crowd owing to your need to be the center of attention. You’re going to steal the prize money and the top place by turning the audience into your lovesick slaves.”
“Oooooh, I love it!” Psyren giggled. “Playing to my strengths, boss.”
“Mmm. That he is. And I assume the Songbirds will realize what is happening and confront her on stage?” Carter mused.
“Exactly,” I said, trying to ignore how she pushed out her chest.
“But she will be outnumbered. And we can hardly expect the audience to fight her battle,” Carter noted.
“Do any of the Songbirds have non-lethal powers?” I said.
“All. To degrees,” she said.
“Then there we go. We can have Psyren’s musicians and some of the other bands play the role of meat shields and brainwashed thugs. The Songbirds take them out, and Psyren escapes in the madness. I’ll get her band. Some henchmen who can play a guitar and drums won’t be hard to find,” I said. And I knew that for a fact. Steve would surely be thrilled to have those roles, and he could play most instruments. When you could clone yourself, you got plenty of opportunities to practice.
“Hmm. An excellent idea. But they won’t provide a very interesting fight,” Carter observed.
“No,” I agreed thoughtfully. “And Psyren is a noncombat hero. But we don’t need her or the audience to fight. What we need is another super for the Songbirds to brawl with. A hero.”
Carter arched a speculative brow. “A hero? Hmm. How interesting, Victor.” She rolled her shoulders under my hands. “Mmm. Do go on.”
Trying to ignore the sudden rush of heat in my crotch, and likewise trying not to stare down Carter’s very tight top, I cleared my throat. “Yeah,” I said as I put the plan together in my mind. “Typical mind control set up. We get a hero who is ‘brainwashed’ and the Songbirds have to free them from control. The hero can then go on and be a mentor, or just be taken down. And during this, Psyren escapes to fight another day.”
Carter nodded with a moan. “Oh I loooove it, Victor. That sounds just… mmm… perrrrfect,” she purred.
“Me too! Finally, a chance to command a superslave!” Psyren cooed.
“But you won’t really be brainwashing them,” I said quickly. “Your super henchmen is going to be in on this. Carter? Do you have someone in mind you can use?”
“Oh yes,” she said lazily. “I have quite a few, in fact.”
“Great,” I said. “It’ll be better if it’s a hero you have on staff. Make less of a mess to clean-up afterwards. Especially if you’re looking for a mentorship deal with them.” And it made sure we got an actual professional to go along with things. The last thing we needed was some new hero going in half cocked. A scene like Carter wanted was going to be extremely complicated, and as a professional villain, I had to make sure that though danger was abundant, risk was not. Heroes battled, maybe got hurt, but never debilitated. A hero in the hospital couldn’t sell anything, other than maybe an insurance plan or a drug company’s new painkillers.
Besides, this sort of opportunity would be a really good way for an out of work hero to get a bit of limelight again. I always felt kind of bad for heroes whose star faded. There were always more heroes than villains around. Some heroes could go months without getting to beat up a bank robber. Which was a large part of why my skills were in such high demand. Sure, being a brainwashed love slave to a twenty-something influencer of a very literal sort wasn’t great, but it could open the door to more work. Especially if the hero played their cards right. If I could help a hero out without cost, I was willing to do that. Professionals looked out for each other.
“As for Psyren’s training, I’ll take care of that,” I said. “Not to worry.”
“I never do. Mmm. I know my girls will be in veeeeeery safe hands,” Carter moaned, undulating sinuously as I dug my fingers in. “Oh fuck yes. Right there, Victor.”
I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the way she ground herself against my hardening cock. “Great. Then, uh… where should we meet?” I said.
“Hmm. We’ll be setting up the encounter at Orion’s Octagon.”
I gave a low whistle. Carter really wasn’t pulling any punches with this one. Orion’s was a premier location. A lot of big concerts could go on there, and it could seat thousands. “You really want this group to be big,” I observed.
“They’re going to be,” Carter purred. “I assure you.”
“Then I guess we’re through,” I said, taking away my hands before they started to wander.
“So soon?” Carter hummed with disappointment with another cat-like stretch.
“I’ve got a lot of work to take care of preparing for the event. I think you’ll survive.”
Carter sighed and flicked her hand. “Oh, very well. I’ll send you all the information when I have it. I’m sure you’ll be waiting with simply bated breath, hm?”
“Sure. Why not. Psyren? Let’s go.”
“Yes boss!” she said, grinning widely and tucking herself to my side as we left Carter’s office.
We passed Julia and got into the elevator, going back down to the ground floor. “You did really well in there,” I told Psyren. And that was sincere. Not a lot of people could keep it together when faced with Carter.
“Aw, thanks boss! Were you surprised I didn’t flip the fuck out when she started pawing you?” Psyren said.
“Well, now that you mention it…”
“It’s simple, boss,” Psyren giggled, suddenly moving closer, pressing against me, her breasts squished against my arm as she arched up, smirking into my face. “She wants you. She’s got the hots for you and wants you to absolutely fucking destroy her. I could feel it radiating off her like a fucking furnace.
“And that makes me so fucking horny, boss,” she moaned, grinding herself against my leg.
Oh ho? “Does it now?” I said, looping an arm around her, palming her ass.
Psyren cooed softly, nibbling on her lower lip, hearts of neon pink pulsing in her eyes. “Mmm. So much, boss. Because you know? No matter how much she wants you, touches you, feels you up, she knows she can’t have you.
“But,” she said, pulling herself up closer, smirk widening. “I can.”
I knew where she was going, and truth be told, I was far from against it. Being in the presence of a tease like Carter was more than enough to get me going, and so when Psyren’s lips met mine I welcomed the kiss, my arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. I felt a tingle between us, radiating from her with the surge of psychic powers she always employed. Though her brainwashing and mind control powers didn’t work on me, the latent psychic influence brought a pleasant buzz.
But Psyren wasn’t satisfied with just a kiss. She moaned softly, pressing herself against me, firm breasts rubbing against my chest, her leg twining with mine. I groaned as she ground herself against me, radiating need.
“Oh fuck, boss,” she gasped as our lips momentarily parted. “I need it. You gotta give it to me. Please. Please…”
Fuck, I needed it too. But I couldn’t give it to her in the car, or wait until we got back to the chalet. I jabbed the button for the next floor, and as soon as the doors dinged open I pulled Psyren out into the hallway.
We were on an office floor, but I paid zero attention to the people there. I pushed along past plastic plants and cubicles, finally finding a bathroom. I shoved our way inside. Single stall. Perfect.
As the doors closed I shot the bolt with a flick of my powers, locking it tight. I grabbed Psyren by the thighs and hefted her up, pressing her ass back onto the lip of a sink. Psyren moaned as I kissed her neck, my hands moving over her, pulling off her leather jacket. Next went her shirt, revealing her nipples and those delightful metal piercings.
“You want it?” I husked, filling my palm with her breast.
“Oh boss. I neeeeeed it,” Psyren moaned, her hips rocking eagerly.
“Good girl. I’m gonna give it to you,” I growled, nipping her neck. With barely a thought my powers began to vibrate her piercings, Psyren crying out in delight as her sensitive nipples thrummed with the magnetic metal.
“Nnnn! Oh f-fuck, boss. That… mnnn! That’s so g-goood!”
“It’s gonna get better, Psyren,” I said as I nibbled on her neck, making her keen and shudder with delight. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck it. It was time for a little fun. With a tug of my powers I undid the zipper of her jeans and slid open the buckle of her pants. I yanked them down, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
“Nnn! Oh boss, are you gonna fuck me right here? On the sink like some fucking slut?”
“Looks like it,” I chuckled as I palmed her mound, my thumb running up and down her slit, making her shudder in delight as I hooked a finger into the band of her panties and tugged them off.
“Mmmm!” Psyren groaned, quivering in excitement. “Oh boss, yes. Fucking do it! Fuck me like the bitch I am. Show my what you’ve got!”
I loved a woman who knew what she wanted. Another twitch of my powers undid my pants and belt, letting them slide off. I took my hand from her pussy and pulled out my cock, giving myself a few more strokes to get me to full length. Oh fuck yes. It was time. It was so fucking time. I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Psyren quivered, her lashes fluttering as she submitted obediently to my kiss, the rosy pink of the hearts in her eyes washing over my face. My head throbbed with lust and her use of powers. I moved forward, rubbing my tip against her cunny. Feeling how slick she was with need.
Fuck, I loved being the bad guy.
I pushed home, and Psyren groaned in delight. Her arms wrapped around me, clinging to me, her fingernails digging through my shirt as she rocked atop the edge of the sink, riding my cock.
“Oh bosssssss!” she groaned. “Oh f-fuck yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, boss! Fuck your slut! Give it to me! Give me that f-fucking cock! Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuuck I need it! I need it so bad, boss. Yes. Yes! Oh fuck yessss!”
“Fuck! Take it, Psyren. Take my fucking cock!” I gasped as I hammered her against the mirror and sink.
“Yes, boss! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me haaaard!”
God, I loved it when she begged. Her nails dug into my back, clinging to me like I was fighting a tigress, but I didn’t care. The pain only made me hotter. Hungrier to feel her tighten and squeeze my cock. I bit her neck, making her squeal with delight as I sucked on the wound, pounding her atop the sink, the silky ripples of her pussy sucking me into her.
“Boss! Oh fuck… Oh fuck boss! I’m gonna… g-gonna… Ohhhhh!”
Psyren shuddered, squeezed, cumming with a cry of adoring ecstasy. The feel of her at that moment, the sensation of pure pleasure as she came pushed me over the edge. I slammed home a final time and came with her, groaning in pleasure as the sweet euphoria burst in my mind. It was a moment equalled only when you’re fighting a really good hero. When powers are shooting off, danger all around, but you’re flying on that high of excitement and anticipation.
Fuck, but I loved it all.
I groaned as I pulled out of her, Psyren sagging against me, panting hot and fast.
“Oh boss,” she moaned, her arms weakly wrapping around my neck as she kissed and nuzzled my shoulder. “Fuck, boss. That was… that was so goooood.”
“Satisfied for now?” I asked, giving her bare ass a light slap.
Psyren squeaked, jolting at the impact, only to purr and nuzzle at my neck, the neon glow of the hearts in her eyes washing over my cheek. “Mmm. For noooow,” she giggled.
I chuckled. Well, no surprise there. Psyren certainly didn’t lack for vigour in things like this. I eased her off the sink and helped her clean up. She pulled back on her clothes, shrugging her jacket on before leaning up and giving me another lighter, more tender kiss.
“Mmm. That was fun, boss,” she murmured.
“Glad you thought so,” I said.
Psyren giggled, resting her head on my shoulder as I opened the door and we made our way back down the hall. We got a few looks from people in the halls, but that was no surprise. We hadn’t exactly been quiet. And honestly? I didn’t really care what they thought about it. Let them know what we were doing in there.
Because when we got back to the lair, I was going to do to Psyren far, far more…