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The Superheroine Experience - 2
🕑 Added 2024-09-26 18:59:34 +0000 UTCSoft laughter rose over the chattering of the lounge.
Mari brought her fingers to her lips, a token show of modesty. A little something she picked up from her time among high society. She stifled the giggles quickly - her new friend had a story to tell.
“And then what happened?” Mari composed herself, shifting comfortably on her bar stool.
The blonde smirked, drawing the tip of her finger around the rim of her glass of scotch.
“What do you think? I walked right past him and took a seat at my desk.” Her smile grew, looking all too pleased as the memory played back in her head. Her icy blue eyes shone with cutting amusement. “Oh you should have seen the look on his face when he found out who I was.”
She was Alice Westbrook, once a model just like Mari but now the CEO of her own cosmetics company. Mari knew how cutthroat that business was - and tonight Alice was dressed to kill. Her cocktail dress was off-shoulder and figure-hugging, draping the Westbrook woman in satin of white and silver. The material clung to her - and there was much to cling to. Alice was no longer the dainty waif from her modeling days. The weight she had taken on only fed into her natural, womanly beauty. But that was her body. Above the neck, Alice was far more striking.
The lines of her face were elegant, defined. Cheekbones and jaw pronounced and clear, as if her visage had been carved from marble. Plump lips painted red clashed wonderfully against lovely, fair skin, so smooth and healthy and soft. And her eyes, large and bright and so very cunning. Her gaze was piercing, able to cut straight down to one’s soul. All framed by sleek, golden hair that reached down to her chin. Longer than Mari’s own. Mari's was a bob cut, almost boyishly short but for her sidelocks.
Almost gorgeous enough to give the Vixen a run for her money, Mari thought as another laugh bubbled up in her throat. She couldn’t help the thought. It was in her nature to be competitive.
“I can only imagine.” Mari took a sip from her glass - a dry martini to Alice’s scotch. “Not many CEOs out there who look like you. So how did the guy take it?”
“After he figured out how to speak again, you mean?” Alice brushed some rogue strands of pale gold from her eyes. Mari found herself admiring the woman’s hair again - so impossibly silky smooth. “About as well as you’d expect. Lots of stammering and sputtering and apologizing. It didn’t save his proposed deal, though.”
“Ha. Harsh.”
“You need to be in this business, hon. Especially women like us.” Alice's eyes flashed with sharpness, her smile turning lethal.
Mari had to drink to that. She nodded emphatically as she took another sip. The martini was cold and crisp on her tongue and the flavor lingered long after it went down. It was good to relax. Especially with a friend.
In truth, Mari was glad to have found Alice even if by chance. Their circles had often mingled together back when Alice was still in the business, but the two women themselves were never really familiar with each other. It would be nice to fix that. And lord knows she needed a friend who wasn’t a fellow cape. A working professional like Alice who lived that modeling life? Much easier to talk to than Wonder Woman or Hawkwoman.
“There’s not a lot of love in the world for strong, capable, opinionated women. A real shame if you ask me.” Mari put in. Idly, she tucked some of her short hair behind her ear.
This time it was Alice nodding in agreement.
“I’m lucky I met my husband when I did. My drive and ambition never once phased him. Hell, I think that’s what turned him on the most about me.” The blonde eyes glittered with mirth. “Besides my body, that is.”
Mari shook her head, pretending to be scandalized. She took a quick glance around the hotel lounge - sure enough there were a couple of admirers. But none were close enough to eavesdrop. The off-duty superheroine relaxed again, stirring what remained of her martini.
Alice idly traced the rim of her glass with her finger again. She let out a sigh.
“I meant what I said about my husband. I can’t imagine trying to date now.”
Mari couldn’t help but agree.
“Lucky is an understatement. Today’s market is sparse, let me tell you.” Mari fought back a grimace, remembering one too many poor dates. “Slim pickings all around.”
Mari turned to look at Alice and found the blonde regarding her with studying eyes… and a faint expression of shock.
“Hm. Hard to believe a woman like you is still single.” Alice told her.
Mari pursed her lips, working them together as she slipped into deep thoughts. Alice’s words were flattering, sure, but also cutting - even if she didn’t intend them to be.
“Well, believe it.” Mari answered, just about frowning. She let out a soft huff through her nose, forcing a grin. “I’m a supermodel and a superhero. I’m on the Justice League for God’s sake. A lot of men are intimidated by strong, successful women. Well, I’m about as intimidating as it gets. And… I’m not bragging, okay. That’s just how it is. It’s a shame.”
“The real shame is that those guys don’t have any balls.” Alice muttered. Mari watched her shoot a look at the bartender. He was a younger man, probably a college boy… and busying himself at the far end of the bar. She turned her gaze back onto Mari, her eyes softening with sympathy. “I can’t imagine passing up a chance with you.”
Her voice had softened as well. Smooth and gentle and warm. Welcoming. Inviting.
Mari knew flirting. Sometimes it was subtle, small looks and smiles from across the dancefloor. A dance of the eyes, silent praises between spoken words. Sometimes though, flirting was obvious. Loud and clear like a bell ringing in your face.
The Vixen had taken on the likes of Gorilla Grodd and Solomon Grundy, but this? Mari didn’t know how to take this. She was flattered of course. Alice Westbrook was stunning, gorgeous, driven. To be desired by her should have been a mark of pride for anyone with a pulse. It also made Mari uneasy. Alice was married, for one. And secondly… Mari thought she was just making a new friend, not a friend-with-benefits.
“That’s… very kind of you to say.”
“I’m just telling the truth. A woman like Mari McCabe shouldn’t have to suffer a dry spell.” Alice’s voice dropped lower and she reached out to touch Mari’s hand. To onlookers it would have appeared to be nothing more than a friendly gesture. Mari, however, could hear the lilt that flowed through the blonde’s words. The flirting was clear now - as was the intent that swirled in Alice’s blue eyes.
Mari felt the faint sting of disappointment.
“Right.”
Mari gently slipped her hand from Alice’s. She hoped the message was clear. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene. Not there at the bar and certainly not in front of the others in the lounge.
Alice held her gaze. Her interest had not wavered.
“You’re tense.” The blonde noted, drawing her eyes over Mari’s body. Like Alice, Mari was dressed to impress. She’d poured herself into a cocktail dress just like the blonde, though hers showed more leg than cleavage. The fabric was thin and sparkling, colored honey-gold just like her hero suit. A lovely contrast against her darker skin. Mari knew she looked good - and Alice was appreciating all that was offered. Mari shifted on her barstool. Alice continued to talk. “Not surprising considering both of your jobs. It’s amazing that you can balance those sorts of responsibilities. But it takes a toll, no doubt. I know a way to help you relax. My husband does, too. I have a feeling you’ll like him.”
Mari blinked. A warmth crept up her face, but no words followed up her throat. What could she even say to something like that?
It was as blatant as a proposal could get short of Alice saying outright that she wanted to fuck her. And for a threesome, too.
Flustered as she was, Mari had to wonder… Alice was gorgeous, resembling more a full-bodied elven goddess than just another supermodel. So what did her husband look like? What kind of man was able to put a ring on the blonde beauty’s finger?
Those thoughts were riveting… but they couldn’t stop Mari from sliding from her stool. Talking with Alice had been nice, but things were getting a bit too intimate.
“Listen…” Mari chewed on her lip, not yet meeting Alice’s eyes. She glanced around the lounge again, feeling vulnerable. Feeling naked. “Alice, it’s been fun. Really. I really enjoyed talking with you, catching up and all that, but I need to go.”
Mari put on a friendly smile. She liked Alice, she really did. Inappropriate come-ons aside.
“Maybe another time we can-”
“Ivory Tower.” Alice spoke clearly and firmly. “Ivory Throne. Ivory Heaven.”
Those uttered words rang in Mari’s ears. Deafening her thoughts, drowning them out like a giant bell.
“What-?” Mari very nearly stumbled. She reached out and caught herself on the bar, planting her hand. Her head began to spin, her vision going hazy. But Alice remained crystal clear. Her and her smile and her hungry eyes.
The warmth had gone from the blonde’s face, but the interest remained. Swirling in those icy blue eyes. Her gaze pierced deep into Mari, a lance driving straight into her heart. A lance made of fire, making her blood froth and simmer and bubble.
Suddenly, so very suddenly, the unease, the resistance, all those negative feelings, they vanished. Swept away by the rush of excitement that had bloomed within Mari. It was electric, the buzz that pulsed through her body. There was heat as well, a delightful warmth that blossomed outward from her belly.
Mari breathed in deeply. Her heart thumped hard and fast. She could feel it in her chest. She could feel everything. Fuck, even the way the fabric of her dress felt against her skin.
Alice was so gorgeous. Mari couldn’t stop looking at her. She couldn’t stop thinking about how nice those lips would feel against her own, against her skin, against her-
Mari let out a shuddering sigh. Getting into bed with Alice Westbrook didn’t sound bad at all. And meeting her husband, the mystery man who got hitched to this golden-haired goddess… that sounded like fun.
The superheroine found her mind flooded with vivid thoughts. Exciting thoughts. Apprehension was replaced with feelings that were much, much more appealing.
Why was I leaving? Mari wondered to herself. She couldn’t remember.
- - -
Alice studied Mari’s face, her eyes, watching as the trigger words altered the superheroine’s mind in real time, as two simple words turned the stunning, powerful Vixen into Alice’s favorite plaything.
It was always fun to watch.
The whole thing took seconds. Even faster than last time. Alice was stunned. Even more, she was elated.
But still… there was some disappointment. Each time, the trigger phrase took hold quicker and their influence over Mari became stronger. Alice had thought that she might even charm the heroine into bed without using the magic words this time.
Alice had come close. She could feel it, see it in Mari’s eyes. The woman wanted to obey her.
Alas… no dice. It was a fun little game she had yet to win. But Alice Westbrook always won eventually.
Nevertheless, Roulette had more than delivered. The Westbrooks had dropped a pretty penny to get the famed Mari McCabe under their influence. Alice, of course, would have parted with double what they had spent. The sort of power they had on their hands, this sort of fun… it was beyond priceless.
Mari blinked, reaching up to rub her temple. The poor thing looked dazed. But that faded quickly. Soon there was clarity back in Mari’s eyes, a familiar warmth that Alice always loved to see. Staring back at her was the Mari that she and her husband had come to thoroughly enjoy.
The dark-skinned beauty slowly, sensually slid back onto her bar stool. She offered Alice an apologetic smile.
“...I’m sorry. That was rude of me.” Her tongue snaked out quickly to wet her lips. Those full, glossy lips. Lips that Alice knew well were soft and smooth as butter. “What were you saying?”
“I was saying… how about we take this show somewhere more exclusive.” Alice kept her voice low, barely above a whisper. She leaned forward some, delighting in how Mari’s eyes dropped down to her cleavage. “I know a high end place. More lively than here. The Mask & Cape.”
Mari shifted in her seat - it was faint, subtle, but still enough to draw Alice’s attention to the way her golden dress clung to her figure.
“Sounds exciting.” Mari purred.
The woman’s interest was clear. It was a delight to see - this side of Mari was game for anything. To be the center of desire of a woman like Mari was thrilling. But what thrilled Alice most of all was the sheer power of her hold upon the woman. Unshakeable. Absolute. And growing stronger.
It was intoxicating.
“My husband is already there. Waiting for us.” It made Alice’s belly flutter just to say it.
Both women moved from the bar. Mari drew closer, close enough for Alice to catch the scent of perfume. Light but clear, tingling in her nostrils. Sweet and spicy. Just as expected from a woman like Mari.
“Let’s not waste any time then. Lead the way, madam.” Mari slipped her arm around Alice’s. The warmth of her touch was lovely.
“Mistress.” Alice corrected her. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Mari’s cheek. “Call me mistress.”
- - -
Alice led the way and Mari dutifully followed. They left the hotel lounge behind, trading it for the inside of a cab and later for a whole new building.
Right in the heart of downtown Gotham it stood. It looked like any other building, bland, professional, inconspicuous. Gray concrete and dark windows.
Mari’s belly swirled with butterflies as Alice led her through the front doors. Suddenly, her surroundings were familiar. Mari remembered quickly - she liked it here.
It was The Mask & Cape, just as Alice said. This was where the fun happened.
“Not too far now.” Alice told her. She looked over her shoulder, offering up a smile. “He’ll be very happy to see us.”
Mari’s belly fluttered again. As did her heart. More memories came flooding back into her head. Memories of fun. Hot, sweaty, aching fun. Long nights with Alice and her husband. His face was clear in Mari’s head now - handsome, roguish. Eyes blue like his wife. Hungering for her.
Daniel, Mari remembered. His name was Daniel. Mari’s insides twisted in excitement, thinking of his large hands, so strong, so warm, so gentle, roaming over her body. Touching her with confidence, authority, and desire. Daniel Westbrook knew how to treat a woman.
“And we’re going to give him plenty to be happy about!” Mari sang. She was so giddy, the thrill of what was to come making her feel more alive than ever. Her body was alight. Her blood was up.
Alice looked quite pleased to see it.
“I love the enthusiasm. Just remember who’s in charge.” The blonde still smiled but her eyes had turned sharp, piercing. Mari couldn’t disobey. She didn’t want to. Her mistress held absolute control. Mari loved it. It made her core blossom with heat, made her quiver between the legs.
“As if I could forget.” Mari hummed.
Alice led her deeper and deeper into the bowels of The Mask & Cape. They were past the lounge now, moving through a darker chamber of deep red, vibrant purple, and lurid pink. The new atmosphere was thick with the feeling of hunger, craving, and carnal desire. Alice and Mari drifted past dancers, scantily-dressed and outright naked women writhing and twisting their bodies before all sorts of male admirers. Some men appreciated from afar. Others showed their appreciation up close. And they were handsy.
Mari could taste sex in the air. It made her mouth water.
They moved even further into the den of lust, passing now between rows of private booths. Some had their silk curtains drawn closed, while others were left lazily parted. Mari couldn’t help but sneak a peek.
Inside one booth was a lovely brunette, tanned and slender and delicate. She was sandwiched between two burly men. They had her bent over at the waist and one of the men was fucking her from behind, pumping into her hard and fast. But the brunette didn’t scream or moan. She couldn’t. Not with the other man’s cock stuffed down her throat. He was thrusting as well, sawing his fat prick into the girl’s slobbering mouth.
A pretty young thing - spitroasted by two lustful brutes.
Alice led her on and Mari’s excitement grew. Deep in her belly, the heat brewed nicely.
Finally they reached the end of the hall. There was a door. Alice drew it open and pulled Mari through that threshold. The superheroine breathed in. She was entering into another world. And sitting before her, patiently waiting, was her master. The king to Alice’s queen.
Daniel Westbrook.
“Hey, honey.” Alice greeted her husband in a sweet, soft voice. So unlike the voice she used with Mari. “Have a long day?”
“Always.” Daniel answered. He remained relaxed, at ease on his makeshift throne. “But it’s always worth it. I get to come home to you.”
“Sweettalker.” Alice giggled. The blonde reached out, placing her hand on the small of Mari’s back, guiding her forward. Presenting her. “This time, though, it’s not just me.”
“You spoil me.” Said Daniel. He rose from his seat and Mari drank him in. She admired. And she remembered. Blonde like his wife, his hair was trimmed short and neatly combed back. He was tall, taller than either woman, and well-built. More slender than muscular, however. His physique leaned more towards The Flash than towards Superman. That still left much for Mari to enjoy. He was partially undressed, his dark dress shirt unbuttoned and parted to reveal the tight, firm muscle of his chest and stomach. It was like he had stepped off the cover of a trashy romance novel.
Mari imagined dragging her tongue over his abs, tasting that glistening pale skin. Or was she remembering it?
Alice’s sultry voice slithered into her ear, capturing her attention.
“You deserve it. Doesn’t he, Mari?”
“Absolutely.” Mari immediately agreed. She didn’t even need to think about it. It felt right. Daniel deserved her body. “It can’t be easy running an investment firm. All those long hours at the office, sitting in boardrooms, listening to conference calls.”
Mari heard Alice giggle, next feeling the blonde’s lips at her cheek. Soft kisses, like tiny butterfly wings. Mari took in a long breath, enjoying Alice’s hand against her back.
“He works even more than I do. But still he finds time for me.”
“Trying to make me jealous?” Mari teased. Her gaze met Daniel’s. His was hunger and power and indomitable desire. Mari’s heart pounded. “Because it’s working.”
Mari was telling the truth. Daniel Westbrook was a fine specimen of manhood. She couldn’t imagine anyone else fucking her - besides Alice, of course.
“No need for jealousy tonight.” Alice hummed low and soft as she slipped around to Mari’s other flank. “I know how to share. But first…”
Mari knew what came next. Alice’s hands took her by the chin and pulled her in for a kiss. A deep liplock that had Mari’s head spinning. Soft lips, soft tongue, so slick and warm and sliding into her mouth for a duel of saliva and spit.
Mari let it happen, let herself get swept away by the bliss brought by Alice’s talented tongue. The blonde slid a hand around to the back of Mari’s neck while her other hand ran through Mari’s hair. They were pressed so close together, the heat of their bodies poured through the thin fabric of their dresses. Their kiss deepened, becoming more intense, more ravenous. Alice dominated Mari’s mouth, swallowing down her moans.
Then they broke apart. Mari was left panting. In her belly was a furious blaze, a wildfire that craved more.
Alice was smiling sweetly, deviously. Her icy blue eyes were so full of promise and wickedness. She gave Mari another peck on the lips.
“You and I are going to give Daniel a show.” She instructed. “A little taste of what’s to come. And then Daniel is going to get a taste of you.”
“Just like last time?” Mari sounded desperate. Needy. More memories flashed through her head. Other nights with the Westbrooks, the two blond titans who held mastery over Mari’s body, her heart, her mind. Tonight, within the walls of this special room, she belonged to them.
It felt good to belong.
“Just like last time.” Alice promised. She drew her thumb over Mari’s lower lip. Mari wanted to suck on it, but instead Alice offered her tongue again. Once more, the blonde took control of Mari’s mouth.
When they broke apart again, the heroine was all but trembling. She wanted to rip her dress from her body, to make herself bare. It didn’t matter how expensive it was. She wanted to touch, to feel. She wanted skin on skin.
“Do as you’re told, be a good little slave, and we’ll even let you cum.” Alice whispered. Her voice dripped with lewd promise.
Mari’s heart raced with excitement. Her blood ran hot through her veins, spreading the heat that blossomed within her core. Her body ached. Her pussy… God, she was already soaking wet.
She felt Alice’s hands move behind her back, felt the woman’s fingers working at the junction of her dress. There came the sound of a zipper being drawn.
Mari felt the material loosen around her body. She didn’t struggle or fight as Alice tugged her dress down. The garment slipped from her body, falling away from her like water. The honey-gold fabric poured down her full, perky breasts, her trim tummy, her long, smooth legs, ending in a pool around her ankles. All Mari wore underneath were panties. A high waist g-string, lace and the same shade of warm gold as her dress. It cut a nice contrast to her dark skin.
It thrilled her to be free. Even sweeter was the feeling of Daniel’s eyes upon her. Mari threw the man a glance, seeing him observe her and his wife from his seat across the room. He looked on in silence, devouring them both with his hungry gaze.
Mari smiled at him. A look of invitation, meant to egg him on. She wanted it. Fuck, she wanted it. Wanted him to march on over and take her, take Alice, take them both. It was only right. He deserved it all. Him and that big, fat, wonderful cock he kept hidden away in his trousers.
But it was not to be. Daniel was in full control. Of Mari. Of his own desires. He was a patient man. And he wanted a show first.
Alice wasted no time getting to work. Ever the dutiful wife, her lips descended upon Mari’s dark body. It was a lurid display of affection, a peppering of wet kisses along Mari’s neck. Then her collarbone. Then her plump breasts. Alice took her time with them, licking and sucking at Mari’s dark, hardened nipples until the heroine was whining and moaning from the sweet torture. Then she moved even further down, planting kisses upon the faint swell of Mari’s belly, trailing further and further until her roaming lips were just above Mari’s mons.
Mari let out another pitiful whine, wondering if Alice would take the next step - only for the blonde to rise back to claim Mari’s lips in another long, passionate kiss.
On the other side of the room, Daniel gave a wolf whistle.
Alice broke away, laughing. Mari giggled right alongside her.
“He’s such a guy. Girl on girl drives him wild.”
“I’m all about going wild.” Mari purred.
Alice’s eyes flashed with a sordid look. Her interest was keen… and filthy.
The blonde slid her hands over Mari’s bare flanks, bringing warmth to the exposed, sensitive skin. Her fingers brushed over pebbled nipples, playing, teasing. Alice pinched one gently, rolling the nub slowly between her fingers.
“I guess that’s why they call you Vixen.”
What came next was more. More kissing. More touching. More groping and pinching. All for Daniel’s viewing pleasure.
Alice directed Mari to undress her. The heroine obeyed, carefully moving the white-silver fabric down the blonde’s splendid figure, exposing perfection to the open air. Even Mari, who stood among gods in the Justice League, was impressed. To maintain such a body as a CEO? Mari had to show proper admiration.
Just as Alice had tasted of Mari’s body, Mari returned the favor in kind. She kissed Alice all over, drawing her eager lips over swaths of perfect fair skin. She brought kisses to Alice’s belly, nuzzling at her navel before drawing upwards towards a much juicier prize. Two succulent, teardrop tits beckoned for Mari’s mouth. She kissed them, sucked them, drawing each round pink nipple into her mouth. She lashed them with her tongue, making Alice moan. She teased the nipples with her teeth, grazing and biting just hard enough to make the blonde yelp.
Then Alice’s hands were in Mari’s hair again, pulling with force. She drew Mari away from her perfect, pale breasts, making her slurp away with a loud, wet pop.
Mari sighed dreamily, looking up into Alice’s flushed face. Her cheeks were colored pink and her eyes were wide, wild, crazed with need.
“Eat my pussy.” Alice demanded. Her voice, normally so smooth and elegant, was rough and shaky. “Make me cum and I’ll have Daniel fuck you like an animal.”
Mari’s heart leapt with joy. It may have sounded like a punishment, but Mari knew the wonderful truth. Alice was offering her a reward.
Getting to dine on Alice’s sweet, juicy pussy was just a bonus.
