Somehow, they made it to the hotel alive, and with an only mildly traumatized chauffeur. Karen didn't even bother trying to make them look presentable. She scooped up Ted and super-sped him to their room. After that, the weekend went by in a blur. When they weren't making love, they were catching up on pay-per-view movies, ordering in, getting massages from the staff, or simply relaxing in the room's Jacuzzi. The room had a Jacuzzi.
After three days of this, Ted thought he'd lost a good ten pounds. This was either going to kill him or make him superhuman. But at dusk, Karen pried him off the carpet, carried him to bed, and drew the covers up to his chin before giving him one last kiss. "Gotta go. Justice Society attack on Zombie New Genesis. It's a whole dumb thing. Enjoy the room. Stay as long as you like, as long as you'd like to leave by eleven in the morning. Can't have you mooching off me too much, rentboy."
"I... friend you," he said in confusion. Love seemed too strong a word.
Karen got him. "I friend you too. Get some sleep. You're only human, after all."
She flew off, literally. Ted fumbled around for the phone on his nightstand, an impossible three inches out of his reach, but finally managed it. He was down to trying the one thing he'd sworn never to do: get a woman's perspective.
"Hey, Sue?" he asked when the line picked up.
"Yes, you've reached the Dibny's, for all your amateur sleuthing and 'getting things off tall shelves' needs. If this is Ted, press one."
Ted pressed one.
"I'm not a recording, Ted, that was a joke," Sue said.
Ted clenched his eyes. Every time... "Sue, I need to ask you something as a woman."
"Oh, that happened to Guy once.
He
managed to switch back before his period, because life's not fair."
"I'm being serious."
"That happens?"
"You and Ralph have had a lot of weird cases, right? The murderer in four of your mysteries were
apes
."
"Five. We just figured out who really killed JFK."
"So, in all your experience, in all the known universe, do you know of any way a bunch of incredibly beautiful women would suddenly want to have gratuitous, no-strings-attached sex with me?"
There was a brief pause. "No."
"Oh, okay—"
"I wasn't finished. Hell no. No way. No to the nth power..."
"I got it."
"No in Spanish, which is also 'no'..."
"That's fine, I'd given up on figuring it out anyway. See you in the funny pages."
"Ted, don't hang up. Would you want to film a sex tape with Ralph and me? You'd just be holding the camera, maybe applying a little lube.
Maybe
."
He hung up. Apparently his mojo worked over the phone as well. Good to know if he ever got Jennifer Lawrence's number.
Ted lost consciousness, curled up in a bed more expensive than his apartment. He slept like a baby, dreaming of Catwoman tying his hands to the headboard and riding him like a tired bronco. Or maybe it wasn't a dream. Or maybe all of last week was a dream and he was sleeping off an epic bender. If that were the case, he'd have to consider becoming an alcoholic.
Eventually strange noises pinged the surface of his subconscious mind, gradually lifting him up from the depths of sleep into a state of semi-wakefulness. The pillow and mattress were so comfortable that he lay against them for a moment with his eyes closed, simply savoring their softness and perfectly cool warmth, Then he heard a brief moan and his eyes opened. Lying right next to him was a woman's ass in star-spangled panties, the crotch of which was pulled aside by the pair of arms wrapped around that ass.
"Yes, okay, why not?" Ted said in mild confusion, hoisting himself up on an elbow for a better view.
Diana was wearing her usual homage to the American colors, with a golden bustier and blue bottom. Her red boots and tiara were gone, though, her hair falling disheveled about her face. Donna, on the other hand, wore nothing but a black bra and panties. She was almost identical to her 'big sister', her face so alike to Diana that Ted couldn't decide who was more beautiful. Diana's face was more sharply defined, aristocratic, while Donna's seemed more youthful, like she had a smidgen of baby fat that Diana had long since trained away. And Diana's breasts were a little bigger, while Donna's butt curved just a fraction more sensually. He couldn't judge either one of them for being wrapped in a sixty-nine with each other.
"Good morning," Ted said gently.
Diana looked up from Donna's cunt, halting her obviously pleasurable exploration. From the way she shuddered, Donna, at the foot of the bed, had kept going. "Hello, Ted. Nice to see you up."
Ted looked down at his crotch, but fortunately he was not yet hard enough for it to show through the bedsheet. As arousing as the wake-up call was, a three-day marathon sex session with Power Girl will take it out of a man. "Did you, ah, get the wrong room?" Despite the way his friendships with the fairer sex had been going, he couldn't quite believe that
Wonder Woman
would have anything to do with him.
"No," Diana said, casually rubbing her fingertip over Donna's labia. "We came in to see you. We realize you're a very busy, very important man, and now that Karen's had her fun, it's only a matter of time until someone else snatches you up."
"Oh really?" Ted hadn't thought about it that way, but it seemed to make sense.
With a kissing sound, Ted heard Donna detach from her tonguing. Her head was still muffled by Diana's thighs. "We just wanted to pay you a courtesy call, see how you were doing, let you know how much we appreciate all your hard work over the years and how much we love working with you..."
"Well said, Donna," Diana complimented glowingly.
"With sex?" Ted asked, half-expecting to receive a slap. Or at least a disapproving glance that would make him
wish