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January 23rd 2016 Palace of Debauchery 11:00 PM EDT

I had seen a lot of beautiful things in my life. Lots of beautiful women too. But much like art doesn't become less beautiful because you've seen other paintings, women don't become less sexy because you've seen other women, and Dinah was a fucking smokeshow. I followed her into the shower, stripping off my own clothes as she turned on the water, and watching the spray spill down her body was intoxicating the beads of water rolling over her smooth ass, down her plump thighs, over those huge milfy tits.

She was staring at me with wide eyes as I watched her, raking her gaze over my body and stopping at my cock before dragging her bright blue orbs up to my face. She looked vulnerable, shy, like she wasn't sure I would want her anymore. That pissed me the fuck off. This was MY woman. To think that even in the hypothetical someone would look at what belonged to me and not feel desire for it made me grit my teeth. I wanted to fuck that shyness out of her, rut her until she squealed for me, but I knew she didn't need that right now.

I stepped in close and pulled her against me, kissing her. I put as much heat and desire into that kiss as I had our first in that alley, but I didn't push further. I let her feel how much I wanted her, but I also let her decide what to do. She didn't disappoint. She grabbed a fist full of my hair and tried to fucking consume me. Her mouth was hot and hungry and desperate against mine.

When I pulled back she looked hurt, but I put a finger to her lips. Then I kissed her again at the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then along her delicate jaw. I kissed my way down her neck, then across her chest and down over her tits. I nipped at one her strawberry pink nipples, earning a whine, but I didn't stop there, as much as I wanted to. I kissed down her ribs and then knelt down in front of her, putting my head to her stomach, giving that a kiss too, before leaning back to look up at her.

My face was serious. I chose my words carefully. "I'm not a good person Dinah. I pretend to be, but I'm not. That doesn't bother me, or at least it never has before, but I can admit it without any hesitation." She looked confused but let me talk. "I'm not going to promise to change for you, or to become some paragon of virtue. But you need to get something through your head right now."

I grabbed her ass roughly and she gasped. "You are MINE. I want you. I crave you. You belong to me. You are not past your prime, you are not second place. You are the future mother of my child and one of my girls, and if I had to pick between you and a million supermodels tomorrow those bitches would be history." I lifted her knees up onto my shoulders as I talked easily managing her weight and holding her forearms to keep her up. I looked her in the eyes as I did it. "Is that enough."

She gave a ragged exhalation of breath. "I...I don't care. I don't care what you are. You stayed when all my friends left. You're going to help raise our baby. Unless you're a complete monster it doesn't matter what you do as long as you don't leave me." Her eyes were wide and bright with pleading, and it made even my breath hitch a little. She didn't have to worry though, she was MINE and I wasn't going anywhere. No one took my treasures from me, and Dinah was going to be one of my most precious.

I dove forward and latched my mouth onto her cunt and she squealed. Her hips rolled but with her knees over my shoulders she was securely in place. I inched forward to put her back against the shower wall, gripped her buttcheeks and ate that fucking pussy like a five course meal. I used Eros and Psych to their fullest, finding every perfect spot and wringing the pleasure from every nerve. I traced her pussy lips, sucked her clit wriggled my tongue into her and just generally went to town her soaking wet cunt.

Dinah screamed, she pleaded, she begged, she even cried a little, though only tears of joy and I just kept fucking eating. She started to get unbalanced and I reached up, grabbed one fat tit with one hand and reached behind her with the other, shoving two fingers up her tight little asshole and holding her steady as I wring every possible orgasm out of her. My fingers up her ass set her off even harder, especially when I slipped my thumb up her cunt and started working her G spot from both sides like she was a sexy bowling ball.

I went on like that for a while until she was so out of it she couldn't speak, then I slipped my hand out, and using my immensely strong body I stood up and adjust her against the wall. I wrapped her legs around my waist, tilted her head up so her face was look into mine and then I shoved my cock in. Her eyes cleared like she was waking up and she inhaled sharply. Her cheeks were flushed and she was staring. "Oh...oh Nicky. That was...amazing. You feel amazing. We feel amazing. Stay in me like this baby? Just hold me and fill me up?"

I leaned down to kiss her, drawing my hips back and swallowing her whine of complaint before I shoved back in. She felt just as good as ever. But tighter, more desperate. I groaned and started to fuck. I buried my face in her shoulder. "Fuck this is good pussy. You like how I feel in you? Like how I make you stretch? This is how a woman like you deserves to get fucked. Pussy this good deserves a big fat cock."

She felt fucking amazing. Tight and soaking and sweet. I wanted to ruin her, to pound her into the wall until that fat ass broke the tile, but I didn't. That's not what this was about. I like conquering a woman as much as the next guy, but Dinah's ass was already private property. She just needed to be reminded. I held her against the wall. She was keening on my cock a long high moan of happiness and fulfillment. It felt weird to me honestly, being there for someone emotionally during sex, but I figured she was going to have my baby and it wasn't crazy for me to make her feel wanted.

I'd pretended to be in love and give a shit about girls often enough that I knew the basics of how it went. Especially when it came to sex. Dinah needed to feel me inside her, spreading her, claiming her, she needed to feel wanted and adored, and I could do that for her. I didn't use the Brand, I could have made her cum until she passed out but it wouldn't have helped. Too fast would be pointless.

I whispered in her ear. "Tell me what you want baby. Tell me what'll make you happy." My balls were fucking churning she was so good. I had forgotten how sweet her pussy felt, how tight and wet and how it gripped me. But even the last time she hadn't felt like this. Desperate please don't leave me sex was just as good as I remembered, especially with a woman like this.

She looked up at me, eyes twinkling with seductive glee and giggled. She whispered in my ear. "You know Ollie use to love looking at my ass. Touching it, groping it, licking it." I growled at her and she giggled again. "But I never let him put anything up there. I was a good girl when I was younger, and even when I went wild I knew good girls didn't let men put it in their butt. Guess all that time in church stuck." She shuddered in glee. "Make me a bad girl Nicky. Be the first man to put it in my asshole."

I groaned and slid out of her, forcing myself to ignore the whine of dismay as I did, and I put the head of my cock against her tight little ass. I felt like I should at least warn her. "You know this will hurt right? Like I'm soaked from your pussy, but I'm big and your ass is VERY small. I'll go slow but this will suck." For some reason I was more worried about Dinah being hurt by an ass fucking than Barbie, probably because she seemed all fragile because of the baby.

She rolled her eyes. "Nicky. I've been literally tortured more than once. If cute little Barbara can stuff this monster up her back door I can take it." She kissed me possessively. "Or do you only want tight little teen bootys like hers. Is my fat old ass not hot enough to fuck?" I glared and shoved forward an inch or two and she grunted. "Fuuuck. You're a big boy aren't you baby. God that feels weird back there. More. I can take it." I fed another inch or two into her asshole she whined. "Fuck baby I'm so fucking full."

I held her up with one arm and shoved my hand down, stuffing two fingers up her cunt to stroke her G spot before I slowly angled my hips and started thrusting. I felt the head of my cock against my own fingers through her formerly virgin asshole, and enjoyed the way she tightened in both holes when I did. It felt fantastic. The sex of course, but knowing I was the only man to ever shove my dick up Black Canary's fat fuckable ass made it feel a thousand times better.

Her breathing quickened as we fucked, every shove bringing her close and closer to cumming. I couldn't get enough. I knew just one load wouldn't end this, not with my new wymkin cock and all this vitality. I leaned down to kiss her hard. "You know you aren't done for the night until I'm satisfied right? After all, I gave you a place to stay and food and a room." I swatted her ass cheek. "You better be ready to pay for your room and board baby."

She moaned. "God Nicky I'll pay it. I'll pay it all fucking night! Charge me that rent stud, I want to pay it all with direct deposit." That comment would have been ridiculous at any other time, but during sex pretty much anything sounded reasonable and my fucking nuts clenched as I hear her say it. She gritted her teeth. "This is how whores take it. Tell me I'm your whore."

I shook my head, it was hot imagery but not what she needed. "Fuck that. This cunt is priceless." I shove my fingers in harder to illustrate and her eyes crossed. "No one gets to take the rent out of this fat ass but me." I kissed her hard. "Now get ready for your first deposit because after I finish you're gonna clean this dick before I stuff it back up that tight little snatch for round two. You better get fucking ready because I'm about to nut in your fat ass."

I didn't elaborate on how, I figured I'd let her choose, but watching those fat milfy tits bounce as I fucked her I was really hoping it was going to be a tit job. I loved fucking Dinah's tits. But even if it wasn't I didn't mind. I groped on of her fat titties possessively as I finished, emptying my balls into her asshole. The orgasm set her off and had her screaming on my cock her pussy squirting all over me. Lucky we were still in the shower. Luckier still this place never ran out of hot water. We were going to be in here for a while.

January 24rd 2016 Galaxy Communications 12:00 PM EDT

The next day saw Barbie and I back at work. Apparently since she had gotten over her issue for the most part she had decided to pretty herself up for me. Putting her hair up with chopsticks and wearing a low cut purple silk short sleeve button up. The taught grey pencil skirt plastered over her tight little ass made it clear that panties had NOT been part of her outfit choices for the day and I made a mental note to stuff that sweet little cunt of hers in the car ride home. I hadn't played with my Barbie for too long. She was clearly feeling unappreciated.

The dirty little smirk on her face when she caught me staring told me I was on the money and she was teasing to get some alone time. Sadly the inside of my sweet little redhead would have to wait however, because we were late for a meeting. Barbie walked ahead of me like a good little assistant wagging her little apple bottom at me to try to distract me, but this particular step in my plan was important enough for me to clamp down on my libido for once. Not that I wasn't going to make her pay for it later.

Forcing myself to look ahead I grunted in frustration. "If you're done trying to get my attention maybe you could fill me in on what I need to know for this meeting. It's an emergency conference because Damien Westlake got axed right?" I paused. "Did he like...actually get axed? Because I could kind of see Edge doing something like that to make a point. He's so...gauche." I didn't approve at all of Edge and his overt manipulations. Being ham fisted to get some pussy was one thing, but Edge was a supposed business titan. People at that level were expected to have some fucking tact.

She actually snickered at that. "No. He got picked up by the GCPD for corporate espionage. I didn't see any actual proof that he sold company secrets, but Edge would have a better idea about that kind of thing than I would. To answer your first question though, yes this is an emergency meeting to decide the new department head. We got in touch with at least a dozen of the executives who are going to be present and pressured them into putting your name forward." She raised an annoyed brow. "We are going to be sending all of these scumbags to prison once you take over right?"

That got a shrug from me. "Whichever ones you want. The ones who didn't do anything too bad we can keep around, as long as I put someone competent in charge they should be able to run herd on a bunch of career businessmen. Regardless I noticed you said MOST. Does that mean I'll be facing some resistance in there?" I raised an eyebrow of mine own at Barbie, who had decided to wear glasses today to officially lock down the sexy librarian look.

Big blue eyes were the picture of innocence as she handed a folder she'd had tucked under her arm to me. "You can find any information I've found about them in here. There were a few people we couldn't get responses from or who I decided it would be more effective to pressure in person. I assume you know how to bully spineless corporate sycophants into taking your side?"

I snickered at that. "You know. I know you were all excited to be part of something with me, but this kind of morally questionable work seems like it wouldn't exactly be up your alley. I'm surprised that you haven't been more resistant to some of the things I've had planned." Pleasantly surprised mind you, but still, I'd expected some token bitching from my redheaded batslut about all the laws we were breaking.

She pouted cutely. "You know who I learned from. As long as we're helping people I don't much mind pushing boundaries a bit. Gotham is so corrupt if we stuck to the law we wouldn't get anything done. Did you really think I was so boring daddy?" She stepped forward, pressing her much smaller body against mine and staring up into my eyes hotly as she purred. "I promise. As long as things don't go too far, I can be a VERY bad girl."

I growled and grabbed a rough handful of her tight little bubble butt and she gave a girlish gasp, fluttering her eyelashes at me. "Why, Mr. Lord. That type of behavior is completely inappropriate in the workplace. I have half a mind to take this incident to human resources. Although. Maybe I've been confused about what exactly my duties are. Should I come to your office after the meeting so we can have a long hard...talk, about what my position entails?"

Her voice was breathy and teasing and even my self control was taxed as I let go of her. I forced my breathing to calm down. I swallowed hard, looking around the empty hallway and noting no one had seen, though given that Edge and his board members treated this place like their personal whorehouse it's doubtful we would have gotten much reaction anyway. "My office. After the meeting." I gave her a rough slap on the ass that cracked the air and got a real squeak driving her towards the meeting room.

She was practically humming from the attention when we finally made it into the boardroom. Simon Garvel, one of the VPs of brand development for the department, was giving a speech confidently to a series of bored looking businessmen and women. I eyed up some of the assistants, most of whom looked like porn stars and who were obviously chosen for their ability to take dictation, but I had my own slutty secretary to stuff, so I forced my eyes up to the man at the head of the table and forced myself to listen to his shpiel.

He hit the usual talking points. How he was a team player, how he knew the department inside and out, how he would be the most effective choice because he could keep everything running smoothly. His presentation ended, there was a short polite clap (mostly from the assistants) and before the next person could step in, I stood up. I gave everyone a bright smile. "Hi there folks, I'm Nick Lord, you all know me. You gave me such a warm welcome when I first arrived."

That was a lie, they had sneered at me behind my back and talked shit about me on the company email chain, but I had bigger fish to fry. I added a few of their wives to my to do list and just called it square. Still, I could see several of the faces looking unhappy and even outright scared, so clearly I had the support I needed. "I just wanted to say my piece. I know I'm not the most senior associate here, but I think I offer a fresh perspective to bring to our industry as well as some useful insights into our target demographics. I know it's a long shot but I think I would be an excellent fit for Mr. Westlake's position."

I could tell who we had blackmailed because the grimace of understanding and the sneer of condescension were very different and pretty obvious to spot. One of the men in the folder Barbie had given me (which I read at super speed, thank you very much enhanced brain) was the first to object. "Absurd! You're a child. I don't know exactly what you said to Edge to get him to give you the position you already have but we all know it's a token job. Be quiet and sit down while your betters are talking, boy."

Matthew Paris was an overweight balding man with a thick bushy mustache and caterpillar eyebrows. Despite his red face and outrage I barely twitched, giving him a pleasant smile as I pasted on a sad expression. "Mr. Paris, I'm surprised to hear you say that. I was looking forward to receiving your support and mentorship. I know how good you are with people my age. I've heard all about how much you dote on your daughter. Cars, shopping trips, even daddy daughter vacations like that trip to Cancun. Don't you think my youthful enthusiasm would be an asset to the company?"

Paris's red face went bone white. Madison was not in fact his daughter. She was his stepdaughter. His technically legal at sixteen but very close with her pitbull lawyer of a mother stepdaughter who had noticed her new daddy staring extra hard when she was in her bikini. Madison was a big fan of fancy things, and had realized that her new daddy was a big fan of what was under her skirt and that those things could be a common interest. Paris hadn't even bothered to resist.

Madison was also a blabbermouth who liked to gossip about what Paris bought her to her friends via text, which Barbie had found out pretty quickly when she hacked their phone records for her deep dive. I was actually pretty sure the whole daddy aspect of it had been what got her so randy today, though I wasn't complaining. Paris cleared his throat, my mention of Cancun letting him know I had details. "Well, I suppose I hadn't considered things from that point of view. Consistency is good for business, and starting a manager young would mean you could serve for longer."

He babbled out the first bullshit excuse he could think of before giving me his support and sitting down. Peter Cavendish, who was one of the others in the folder, looked suspiciously at the fat man before rethinking his obvious desire to protest. Cavendish wasn't stupid, despite what his constant gambling at the Ghost Dragon casinos would lead one to believe, and he could tell that anyone who stood up would get smacked down. He too voiced his support.

The byplay was mildly surprising but not shocking to the supervisor from the department above us who was sitting in on this meeting to decide on the next department head. Her name was Candace, a no nonsense woman in her forties with black hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her steely blue eyes were sharp as she glanced around, taking in the various expressions. I suspected she was here more as a witness than a decision maker, but Candace WAS an actual authority figure in the corporate structure, a rarity in Edge's boys club.

She could have shot me down, but apparently didn't care what went on here enough to contradict the rest of the department because when the votes were tallied she inducted me as department head without blinking. It was a testament to how fucked up the corporate culture was at Galaxy that an eighteen year old obviously blackmailing his way into a management position was considered not big deal, but it worked for me so I didn't complain. Candace gave me a sharp look and arranged to have an introductory meeting with me the next day before turning and striding out purposefully. I watched her go with interest. For an older lady she had a pretty tight ass.

Speaking of tight asses. I followed the one on my redhead back to my office, pulling down the blinds as I let her shut the door. I walked over to my desk and sat down, giving her a long slow once over as she sauntered up to me, sliding into my lap. She gave me a naughty pout. "Now as I mentioned earlier I wanted to clarify my responsibilities here sir. I think my talents have been under utilized." She leaned forward, showing me some nice cleavage. "I think I can handle more than you've been giving me. Why don't you put me in a more demanding position and see how I perform." I was now incredibly glad I had decided to take an office here.

January 24th 2016 Galaxy Communications 1:00 PM EDT

Barbie squealed with delight as her back hit my desk. She fluttered her eyelashes at me. "Oh sir? Is this the kind of work I can expect to be doing under you?" It was hard not to take it further. To rip her skirt off and just fuck her there, but I didn't want to let her off that easy. I backed away, earning a confused frown from Barbie as I sat back down, unbuttoned my pants, and fished out my already hard cock.

I grinned, deciding to play along with her little roleplay. "If you want to play office slut I'm going to make you earn it. I'll give you the most demanding position you can take, but you'll need to show me you can handle it with a thorough oral presentation." She swallowed, staring at my cock, and stood up to walk over to me. I stopped her. "Wait. Go open the door. All the way. I want anyone who walks by to see what I do to my little office bitch."

She gave a slow jerky nod and took a deep breath, exhaling raggedly before standing up and staggering to the door, pulling it open. She looked around slowly before slinking back into the room. I stared at her heatedly. "I'm going to fuck your face until you're about to pass out. Tap my thighs if you can't take anymore. Understood?" She swallowed again and gave another jerky nod. "Good. Then suck my fucking cock."

She dropped to her knees and in one motion basically inhaled me. I groaned at the feeling of her hot little throat. I fisted a hand in her bun. "Gag on it slut." She gave a shudder and started bobbing her head. She used her tongue and lips and hands and ran herself up my dick like a flagpole. She flicked her eyes to the side to check if anyone was coming a few times, and I started shoving her down further.

Her eyes went wide and she stared up at me as she choked and sputtered but her hands didn't pat my thigh, the slid between hers, she was masturbating. I chuckled. "Fuck, you like the thought of getting caught slut. You want everyone to know you're my stupid little whore." She made pleased affirmative sounds as I heard the wet smack of fingers in a soaking cunt. I fucked her mouth even harder. "Fuck yes, make a mess, ruin my carpet. I'm going to make you apologize to the janitor for having to get whore pussy out of the rug."

She fucked herself harder, making a high keening noise around my dick as I rolled her throat over me like a condom. "I want more noise slut. Gag on it, slobber, spit and hack, make sure they can fucking hear you out there. Make them curious, I want them to come check." Her throat tightened and she gagged on me happily, clearly loving this. Fuck I hadn't know she liked being degraded like this or I'd have done it ages ago. Her cock sucking was even better when she was all hot and desperate.

She was somehow milking me with her throat, rippling the muscles to almost jerk me off with her own neck and I fucking loved it. "Stand up and point your ass at the door while you fuck yourself. I want your stupid dripping twat to be the first thing anyone sees when they walk by." She had some trouble standing without coming off my dick but she managed, her tight little bare ass exposed as she knuckled her pussy. "I'm going to do this every time we come to work now. You like that bitch?" Judging by her fingers speeding up and the way her hips were grinding I was guessing that was a yes.

I thought nothing could make this better, but I clearly underestimated the universe, because who should come around the corner but bubbly busty Tiffany. Morgan Edge's big titty sex toy of a secretary. I assumed she'd been sent to congratulate me on the promotion, except seeing my huge cock vanishing down Barbie's tight little throat like a magic trick had her frozen as she stared at the face fucking I was giving my 'assistant'.

I could have stopped. But I didn't. I looked her right in the eyes and addressed my redhead. "Fuck, you little slut, you like that big fat cock. You ever had a cock this big?" Tiffany was staring, but she shook her head a bit almost absently. I reached out with Eros and Psych, flicking through her desires. They weren't shocking. Tiffany had a power kink, she got off on being fucked by men who were in charge of her. Especially rich men. She'd done her interview with Edge on her knees and she knew what she was signing up for.

She was also an exhibitionist and had a bit of a size kink, and the three things were easy to dial up considering how horny she already was. I felt my balls tighten and didn't see a need to hold back. I yanked Barbie off my dick with one pull and unloaded my nut right in her cute little face. My cum plastered her glasses lips and cheeks and the feeling of it triggered the orgasm she'd been fingering herself to. Her knees have out and she came squealing on the floor, slumping against the desk.

I didn't bother to put my cock away or let Barbie clean up. "Tiffany. Come inside, and shut the door." She stared at me with wide eyes, unsure what to do, but eventually stepped in and, with some hesitation, closed the door behind her. "Come over here." She walked towards me slowly, stopping just outside arms reach, not that it would have mattered. Barbie had jerked up when she heard me speak, her eyes obscured by cum covered glasses, but I shoved her back down. "Stay." She did.

I gave Tiffany a once over. Short, fat tits, brunette, with a cute face that kind of screamed that she used to be one of the cheerleaders who sucked me off behind the gym when I was bored. Tiffany was a slut. Not that I was bothered, I liked sluts, they were fun, and I planned to have fun with Tiffany. But I was going to hit two birds with one stone here. If I could break her down and take control I'd get a convenient mole near Edge. Might take a session or two but I'd get her. For now I could use her to test out how Barbie worked in a threesome.

I considered manipulating her, but considering how hard I was pressing on her kinks it wasn't needed. "You like my cock?" She gave a shaky nod, almost absentminded as she stared at it. "Better than Edge's." She nodded. I dialed up the pressure on her power kink. "You want to swallow my nut?" She nodded harder, reaching out for my dick, and I smacked her hand away. She look surprised. "Did I say you could suck my cock? I asked if you wanted to swallow my nut? You don't need to touch me. There's some right there." I gestured to Barbie.

She flushed hard. "Sir. I can make you feel good with my mouth. Or my boobs. I don't need to...do that." I didn't respond. Raising an eyebrow. "Sir that's...that's dirty. I could wipe it off for her with a paper towel." I just stared. "Well...maybe one taste won't be so bad." She fidgeted. "I could try licking it for you. For her. I could try licking it for her. Would that make you happy sir?"

I just waited. Tiffany would normally have been a bit tougher to get into bed. Not MUCH tougher mind you. She'd been eyeing me. But I made some tweaks to make this little scenario run more smoothly. The whole licking Barbie thing was not one of them Tiffany liked being degraded as much as Barbie did. She leaned down, slowly licking the redheads face. Barbie sat still as I'd told her to, letting the soft warm tongue of the stacked brunette clean the load from her face. She was panting when the woman finished, staring at her hungrily.

I nodded. "Good. That was a good job. Now you've earned the right to suck my dick. Get on the desk." She scrambled up, her body singing from my cum, my Wyrmkin fluids supercharging her energy and libido both. An interesting side effect. Barbie herself was looking healthier, with a nice pink glow to her cheeks just from the facial. Tiffany laid down on the desk on her back and I walked around to the front to stand where I could get to her mouth.

I patted her flushed face. "Before we start Barbie here is going to fuck you." Tiffany blinked, confused. I decided to rephrase. "Well, the technical term is tribbing. See Barbie is my assistant. You aren't. That means in this office the pecking order is me, her, you. You're my bitch now, don't get me wrong, but you're her bitch too. Barbie get on the desk." She climbed up on the big wooden surface, her knee between Tiffany's. "Take her panties off and press your cunt to hers."

She swallowed again, slipping the older womans panties off and then mashing her cunt against Tiffany's. "Good. Now grind on her pussy until I tell you to stop." Barbie dragged her pussy over Tiffany's, mashing their cunts together, trying to find a good spot so she could enjoy the process. I reached down and yanked Tiffany's shirt open, tearing her bra and letting huge fat tits spill out.

Barbie was entranced. She ground her pussy on Tiffany even harder, making the girl moan and thrash. She'd never done this before clearly, but just as clearly she was as much of a genius at pleasing pussy as everything else, and she groaned giddily at the feeling of her cunt being stimulated by this hot slut with big tits. Once Tiffany started moaning I shoved my cock in her mouth to shut her up, enjoying the feel.

She sucked dick like a princess, all tentative and uncertain, but I just took what I wanted, noting that my cum seemed to be flooding her with energy that made my rough treatment bearable for her human body. I grinned at Barbie over the sound of gagging. "You enjoying yourself?" She nodded breathlessly, head lolling back in pleasure. "You like how that feels? Because when I'm not around that's your pussy. You can fuck her whenever you want." That was mostly an excuse for her to get info from the older woman.

I slide out of Tiffany's mouth, giving her a chance to protest, but given that I was strumming every kink involved in this situation and pretty much frying her puny mortal brain it wasn't likely. Then I walked around behind Barbie, reaching down to spread her pretty pale asscheeks. I put my cock to her asshole and shoved it in, getting a moaning squeal from Barbie. I slid myself into her asshole, smashing her cunt against Tiffany's soaking pussy and then I pinned her hips in place and started to fuck.

They both groaned and I looked down over Barbie's shoulder at Tiffany. "You're so close to taking my dick? You want it?" She gave a desperate pleading nod and I leaned down and kissed Barbie hard, shoving my hips forward to grind her against Tiffany harder. "Maybe next time." I could feel her desire for that flare, and I stoked it as high as I could. She'd be obsessed with doing this again, with feeling this again, with finally getting my dick. She'd do anything for it. I had to admit, Barbie had been totally right about this whole thing. Work sex was fucking fantastic, and judging by the squeals she still thought so to.

January 24th 2016 Galaxy Communications 2:00 PM EDT

We packed Tiffany up and sent her back to Edge's office within an hour or so. We had her claim to be on lunch break a bit of the way in and then I fucked Barbie for a while in front of her, on her, around her, just generally tormenting her with desire until she was panting for it before I fingered her to orgasm. I didn't fuck her, not yet, I was going to make her earn that, but I made sure to give her the best orgasm she'd ever had with my fingers and abilities before I sent my little spy back to keep an eye out.

Once she was one I turned to Barbie. "See, that was fun. We should do it again sometime." I shot her a wink but she just rolled her eyes, and I wasn't going to push. I'd laid the groundwork, now I just needed to get her and Dinah talking. I decided to focus on work. Not that I had much of it to do. "So, my new responsibilities as department head, do we have anything on the schedule for if I got the position?"

She pulled out her phone and brought up her email. "We have..." She blinked, clearly not having been expecting to have anything to report and being absolutely poleaxed to find something. "We have a meeting. How the hell? I didn't put that there. It's in..." She checked her watch. "Twenty minutes, so just enough time to clean the office a bit so it doesn't smell like a whorehouse. If you care enough. Knowing you, I could see you wanting to show off a bit." She gave me a little smirk at that, and I was pretty sure she wouldn't have minded.

Still. not that I wasn't interested I decided to make a good impression my first day. "Nah, go get some fabreeze or something and open the door to air this place out. Who are we meeting with anyway? And do we know anything about them except their apparent ability to get into our system and set up a meeting without my master hacker redhead noticing?" Which, come to think of it, was kind of a red flag all on its own. Barbie should have enough security on her email and calendar that hacking in and setting a meeting should be next to impossible.

Barbie looked over the calender on her email critically. "Just says Ivan Drench. Which, honestly, is one of the more villainous names I've ever seen. I get a bad vibe just hearing it, nevermind the circumstances already being shady. Still, seems like he's coming and decided to warn us. Which could be a peace offering, or some kind of subtle threat. We'll have to wait until he actually arrives to find out which. He didn't even give us time to call for backup." Which wasn't really true. I texted Whisper to get down here, knowing her wing speed would make twenty minutes from the store a piece of cake.

As Barbie cleaned up I prepared for whatever meeting we might have to take, setting up some countermeasures, mostly placing a few weapons in easy reach. It was preferable to use those instead of shifting into a wyrmkin badass and crushing anyone in my path. I wondered if this was my chaotic nature rearing it's head. Bringing the storm so to speak. looking out the window I realized it was raining. Combined with Tiffany showing up it seemed like my lifestorm wyrmkin side effects were in full swing today. I just didn't know if that was bad news or good.

Once we got the office set up I called Whisper. She confirmed she was here, but given her pregnancy I decided to keep her in reserve out of the room. If we needed her flames to deal with this guy she could hit him from behind when he was distracted with us, but I wasn't risking the baby making her a target. With that out of the way we sat back and waited. Sure enough within the twenty minutes allotted there was a knock, and when Barbie opened the door there was a man standing on the other side.

The man was...foppish. He looked like a dandy, pale, fair features, dark hair that hung limp but was cut neatly, and a well tailored suit over a very thin body. He had a pencil mustache, and for the life of me all I could think when I saw him was this this was definitely how an Ivan should look. He fit his name to a T. He smiled calmly when he saw us. "Hello friends, thank you for seeing me on such short notice. May I come in?"

I nodded grimly, but I was on guard. He walked into the room and sat down in the chair across from my desk casually. Barbie was behind the desk with me and he seemed completely unconcerned with either of us. I could almost smell the trouble on this guy, and unwilling to make the same mistakes I'd made with Kara, I appraised him immediately.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Ivan Drench- F ranked Hollow Man. An old and canny sorcerer granted power by a primordial being whose name even he does not know, Ivan Drench has sold his soul in service of an ancient evil that dwells at the heart of Gotham. Beware.]

That... was not a positive turn of events. Especially that last part. The system didn't, as a rule, tell me to beware ANYTHING, except potentially that E ranked painting. Whoever Drench worked for must be terrifying, though the appraisal didn't seem to be able to identify it. I suspected a direct attempt would have yielded results, but clearly this being kept itself as far removed from it's lackeys as possible for reasons much like this.

I stood, giving him a pleasant smile. "Of course, Mr. Drench, so nice to meet you. We've been looking forward to your visit. How can I help you today?" A fight seemed fucking stupid unless necessary given the unknowns, but maybe he just wanted to talk shop or ask for an artifact or something. Not that I wasn't ready to throw down if it came to that. But antagonizing and "ancient evil" seemed like a bad idea unless I had to.

Drench gave me a polite smile. "I'm here on a mission of good will as a matter of fact. I'm part of a...group. A select few people chosen to carry out the business of a man with a powerful connection to Gotham. My employer has been watching you and finds you intriguing. He's sent me to an extend an invitation to a little social gathering, a...Harvest Festival of sorts. He's inviting all the big players in Gotham, and wishes you to attend. The event will take place one week from today, on the thirty first of the month."

Obviously I didn't commit to anything right away. It would be insane to just agree. "Well, that's awfully generous, and I do like a good party, but I had a few...questions, about the festivities. Wouldn't do to show up dressed wrong or without a gift if one is expected." Once again I was grateful for my bodily control. Aside from the terrible whatever it was he served, Drench was a fucking F ranked sorcerer. And the description "Old and Canny" didn't fill me with confidence. I had little to no experience with magic users.

Luckily my caution seemed to amuse him more than offend. "Of course, feel free to ask whatever you like. My employer is most anxious to make sure you feel as comfortable as possible. This is a big night for him, and he hopes that all who share it with him will go on to become trusted friends and confidants in the years ahead." There was a sort of ironic weight to his words, like he knew something I didn't, and I didn't fucking like it.

Aside from the fact that the term Harvest Festival rarely meant anything fucking good outside of an agrarian context, in a general sense this seemed like a huge deal, and I had the impression I would either need to be there or make sure someone powerful was, because this sounded like some kind of big move on Gotham itself. "Well I suppose my biggest concern is how many guests I can bring? What sort of formal wear do I need? What kind of other faces should I be expecting?"

Translation, can I bring backup, can I wear armor, and who the fuck am I going to run into. Drench seemed more than aware of the kind of thoughts going through my head because he smiled widely and reached into his pocket to pull out a small white card with lavish gold leaf decorations. I appraised it, and it really was just a card, so I took it without hesitation, not wanting to show weakness.

Drench gestured to the card. "As you can see you're free to bring up to three guests, and attire is completely at your own discretion. As for other faces...I'll keep that a surprise. We wouldn't want to spoil all the fun before you have a chance to show up." He stood up, adjusting his tie. "In any case I think that's everything. We look forward to seeing you at the event, as well as any plus one's you bring along." He gave Barbie a genial smile and turned to stroll casually out of the room.

As soon as he was gone I relaxed. I hadn't expected a random F ranked wizard to pop up in my office. I hadn't been mentally prepared for it. I'd resisted reacting, but internally I'd been tense the whole time. If he decided to fry me with magic I'd have had a hard time protecting Barbie, and Whisper wouldn't have managed shit against him. Unlike Devastation he wasn't all brawn. He would have shields, and at a higher rank than her she'd have been punching out of her weight class in any case.

Barbie raised an eyebrow. "Ok that was creepy, but what did I miss? You seemed way more unsettled than you should have." At my surprised look she flushed a bit. "Please, I know my daddy, even if you don't show it outwardly I can tell when you're upset. So what's the deal? Why was this guy able to spook you so bad?" It occurred to me that without appraisal the context and severity of that meeting wouldn't have been nearly as obvious at first glance. Hell I was pretty sure Drench hadn't even realized how much I got from that interaction.

So I filled her in, I didn't give specifics on how I knew, but I told her what I'd learned, about him being a powerful magic user and serving some ancient evil, and by the time I was done she was grimacing. "That isn't exactly reassuring. I don't know if I want you going to that. I don't like the idea of you dealing with all of that. I know you're stronger than you let on, but still, I'd appreciate if you asked for help, the idea of you in the middle of a mess like that just bothers me."

I grinned at her, partially touched and partially amused at where I knew this was going. "It's funny you should say that, because I was actually planning to ask for help on this. I know that magic isn't really my wheelhouse and I'm not stupid enough to turn down a hand with something that's out of my depth. It's also funny you should mention that it bothers you, because if you think you don't like me doing this alone, you're REALLY not going to like who I plan to ask for help from." Her face warped into a scowl as she caught on and I fished out my phone. I dialed a number and once it picked up I smiled at my redhead as I said into the phone "Hey Zee. It's Nicky, I need a favor." I had been right. Barbie didn't like it.

January 25th 2016 Bamonte's Restaurant 6:00 PM EDT

I ended up meeting Zee for dinner the next day. Barbie wanted to go with me, but she had classes. She was basically incandescent with rage over the fact that I was going to be meeting "that big tittied slut" (she got vicious about Zee when she was jealous apparently) and even moreso when I mentioned we were friends and had lunch together on occasion. I did not mention my slow attempts to seduce the busty magic user, because I figured she would assume anyway, and confirming that would be stupid. Still, it was a two birds one stone kind of thing, I got to flirt with a gorgeous woman and enjoy some good food while working on my backup for the Harvest Festival.

My main concern was finding out exactly who was putting this thing on and who would be there. That was another reason I called Zatanna, because as a Gotham native she might have gotten an invite and could know more about this than I did. I'd also managed to spin this particular meeting into a dinner invite since I had legit business with her, which put me a step closer to potentially getting into her panties. Sure enough, she was at least a little interested, because when she showed up to meet me she was dressed to kill.

I had to take a moment to appreciate the tight tiny black dress practically painted across that fantastic body. Her huge tits pushed the already plunging neckline even deeper, showing inches of milky pale cleavage, and her plump thighs and fat ass pulled at the hem, making it ride up enough to show plenty of leg. She was wearing her hair braided over one shoulder and her makeup was smoky. She looked good enough to eat. She smiled at me as she sat down, clearly enjoying my gaze.

Her bright red lips quirked up into a lazy smile. "I was happy to get your invite to dinner. I do love a chance to dress up. I have an...affinity for formal wear." She raked her eyes over me, enjoying the suit I was wearing. "Clearly you feel the same. I've seen you in a suit before, but you seem to fill that one out a bit better. Expensive tailoring, no doubt." It wasn't, it was literal physical restructuring because of my lifestorm wyrmkin physique, but good tailoring was an easy excuse so I took the out.

I wanted to get right to things, but I had to smirk a bit. "I'm surprised you dressed up for me like this. I was under the impression you wanted to keep things platonic. Something change your mind?" I was getting a much different vibe from Zee this time around than our last few meetings. I wasn't complaining, but either she was really down for the magic I was putting out or something had happened to change her outlook on me. Hell, maybe it was a bit of both.

Her eye twitched in annoyance. "Well Barbara's phone call and two hour rant about how much of a whore I am certainly helped. Honestly I'm not sure where all this hostility is even coming from. Dick and I were just friends when they were together. I TOLD her that. But when she found out we'd been having lunch together lately she lost it. She seems much more possessive of you than she ever was of him, which is strange since a mutual friend mentioned that the two of you aren't exclusive."

I closed my eyes, sighing in annoyance. I was going to have to have a talk with Barbie. I didn't think this was an issue of me seeing other women as much as she had a complex about Zee, but I couldn't have her calling women I was trying to seduce to scream at them. That shit was counterproductive. At least...normally. I grinned at her. "So you're saying you were so annoyed by the verbal abuse you're considering sleeping with me just to get back at her? Since you know we're open to other people."

She giggled at that. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm annoyed, but not quite that annoyed. Despite the anger she was a friend for years." She leaned in to give me a better view. "Still, I figured a picture or two of us out to dinner might make its way onto my social media. Not exactly the way to make peace, but I'm more interested in getting her back for all thos nasty comments than anything else right now. So enjoy the eye candy Mr. and we can talk about maybe taking things further another time. Regardless, you said you had something important to talk to me about? You sounded flustered on the phone. What's this favor?"

I took her up on her offer and stared at those fat jiggly tits for a few seconds before answering, getting a knowing smirk. Zee was NOT body shy. Finally I pried my gaze away to respond. "I got a visit from someone, someone who I'd never met but who seemed to know me pretty well. He invited me to a party or something on the thirty first. Considering he said this was for Gotham locals who had some power I thought you might have gotten the same invitation, and might have some kind of info on his boss."

Her playful smile vanished. "Oh. You got invited to that. Ivan Drench I assume?" I nodded. "I think he was the one who handled to big names. I heard a few others got invites from different people. I got mine a few days ago. I've been looking into him and his employer but haven't found much. Drench is a low level sorcerer, just enough juice to extend his life. He's been around a while but hasn't made waves until now. Whoever his boss is gave him a power boost or something because I could feel the magic coming off him in waves. Whoever he was before he's a real player now."

The appraisal had told me as much, but it hadn't mentioned quite how penny ante the guy had been. "There's that much of a difference? He carries himself like he's used to power, like he's familiar with being a big fish. I didn't notice anything about him that seemed overeager or power hungry. He just struck me as competent and stable. I could see why someone would pick someone like him to give that kind of power to." Drench was solid ice when I met him, and apparently he was old, old dogs don't learn new tricks, and that kind of nerve isn't something you pick up overnight anyway.

She shook her head. "He was always bottom of the barrel, but smart. Stayed off everyone's radar, picked his moments. In poker guys like him are called grinders. The wait for the perfect moment patiently and then take what they can before backing off. He was never a real power player in the community though. He had the nerve but not the muscle. He was a decent pick for a representative, but his selection speaks to the sort of meticulous planning and research that you don't see from many magic users. Not ones strong enough to juice him up like that."

I could read between the lines. "Which means you don't know who his boss is. You talk like you have some ideas, but if they had panned out you wouldn't be beating around the bush like that. Fair enough, I don't know either, though I'll ask around and let you know if I find anything. Do you at least have some sort of clue or idea I could chase down? Any lead would help. My sources aren't exactly steeped in the magic side of things. I figure you have a better chance of finding a place to start."

The annoyance on her face wasn't aimed at me, I could tell, but it still bled into her voice. "No. Nothing. I've been shaking every tree I can find and I have absolutely no idea who it might be. I checked the Oblivion Bar, summoned every spirit I could think of, even went to the League about this. I didn't realize he was involving civilians or I'd have pushed harder on the League side, but without Batman our best asset in Gotham is gone anyway. Regardless, no matter how much I look or dig I've got nothing."

Her eyes met mine. "Which isn't good. It means one of two things. Either this is a very new player, one who hasn't had time to make their bones yet, or the opposite. It could be someone old. So old that we've all forgotten them, and they've just been sitting there, in the dark, waiting. Either way things are bad. Newbie's are stupid and impulsive. prone to mistakes and shows of force, especially when they have this kind of muscle. But the alternative is worse."

I knew why too. "Because that kind of patience is rare. Someone with enough power to make Drench an overnight badass and the patience to plan out a big event like this without leaving a single clue is someone to fear." I knew what she'd ask next too. Just like I knew I had to say no. This party was going to be a game changer, a real shakeup of all of Gotham, and since I lived in Cherry Hill and was expanding into the city I was one of the lords of Gotham. I'd been summoned, and whether I went or not the city was going to change. I needed to be there to guide that change or get swept up in its wake.

Sure enough she reached out and took my hand, eyes pleading. "Nicky this isn't going to be a rich people party where CEO's throw their wallets around to impress some fresh faced models and sorority girls. This is going to be a conclave, a meeting to decide the fate of the city. Mobsters, Villains, Monsters, the worst of the worst are coming to this thing, and more that are much harder to define. Stay home. Please? I know you're a smart guy, and cocky, and I like that about you. But your daddy's name isn't going to matter to the people who are coming to this. This is meta business, and you could get hurt or worse."

It would have been easy to take that the wrong way, to get annoyed at her underestimating me. But that would have been fucking stupid. I went to great pains to be underestimated, and getting pissy about it when it wasn't convenient would be ridiculous. Still, I couldn't commit to that. As much as I wanted Zee to owe me one, I had to go to this, it was too big, too important. I was expanding into Gotham and I needed to control the city. This was probably the best first step. I'd be able to appraise all the movers and shakers and see what I was facing before I could REALLY own Gotham.

I squeezed her hand, and she closed her eyes with a sigh. "You're not going to back out. I should have expected that." She sounded half annoyed and half fond. "Fine. I can't stop you. But at least come as my date. I'll be able to protect you and keep an eye on you. You can use your two plus ones to bring your bodyguard and someone else you think might be useful. Hell, you can use both of mine too. Just let me watch out for you at this. It's not going to be a game Nicky, you could easily get hurt."

I grinned at her. "I'd be delighted to escort such a lovely lady to the big show. And I'll take you up on your offer, thank you." Four plus ones meant I could bring my whole crew. Minus Jade but I didn't want that cat out of the bag yet to the general public anyway. The mask should keep people from connecting me and Mammon directly, though the news that I was working for him would be pretty widespread by now anyway. I had some planning to do in either case. Until then though, I just smiled at my date. "Now. With business out of the way, what say we order. I'm starving." Sadly what I wanted most wasn't on the menu...yet.