Lex Luthor's Girlfriend, Jimmy Olsen
Groomed to be a Slut!
by Mistress Tawny Suede
Introduction
As long time readers know, I just can't seem to get enough of Superman's crossdressing pal, Jimmy Olsen. Most of my other JO stories are based on the silver age version of the character, but this story is about the bronze age version. This story is set in the era created by John Byrne.
Superman did not develop his powers until his late teens. Lois Lane is a very aggressive well known reporter by the time that Clark Kent is hired by the Daily Planet. At the time of this story, they have been dating but are not yet engaged. Lex Luthor is not a bald scientific genius but rather is a red headed, hard hearted cruel business man with definite evil criminal purposes.
And Jimmy Olsen is a barely eighteen year old, slightly built, cub reporter only recently hired at the Daily Planet. He is young and eager. He admires Lois and Clark and wants to become a famous reporter, just like them. He has met Superman several times, but there have been no adventures in outer space, and he has not been transformed into a werewolf or a turtleman, or any other weird version of himself.
He has never crossdressed, never thought to put on a bra. He may have tried on a pair of his foster mother's panties once, out of curiosity, but never has he considered dressing as a girl... until now.
Chapter 1 - Seduction
"One minute, Mr. Luthor!" the large black chauffeur turned to look over his shoulder from his seat at the wheel of the large black limousine.
"You are ready, Mrs. Bascombe?" Lex Luthor eyed the tall statuesque blonde woman beside him in the car. Normally he would have any woman down on her knees sucking his cock, but he had hired this woman for a very special purpose. Kent and Lane had proved intractable and difficult to manipulate. He had been making headway with Perry White, holding some indecent photos of his wife as surety, but then the bitch had gone and died, leaving him no hold over the senior editor at the Daily Planet.
With this one, he was going to try a different tact. A very different tact.
"Eyes forward, Anton!" Lex Luthor snapped at the driver. "On your task!"
Felicity Bascombe was a specialist in her field. At thirty-eight years of age, she was mature but domineering. She finished the cigarette she had been smoking and then adjusted her blouse and jacket so that her ample cleavage was on display.
Luthor gave Anton the signal to start the car. It had been raining for several hours. Twilight was setting in as large puddles were gathering on the road where the drains could not handle all of the rainwater. Fifty feet in front of the parked car was a large drain which Anton had earlier partially blocked to ensure a large puddle at just that location. As Anton depressed the accelerator, the limousine surged forward and hit the puddle at just the right time to send a huge splash of water up over the sidewalk, drenching the young man passing on the sidewalk at just that moment.
"What the fuck!" exclaimed a young Jimmy Olsen as he was completely drenched with water and muck from the roadway! He walked an hour home from work each day at the Daily Planet, taking this same route. On other rainy days he had never ever been splashed by cars! Why today? Why him? And why hadn't the car swerved to avoid doing this to him! Who the fuck did they think...
His umbrella was lost. The rain was peltering down on him. Then he noticed the bright tail lights of the car that had splashed him and then stopped ahead of him. It was a large car. A very large limousine. God, he was going to give them a piece of his mind! And then the back door opened and a tall blonde woman stepped out, holding an umbrella. A very tall, very gorgeous looking woman with large breasts and very tall heels. She walked towards him, the umbrella open.
"Oh, we are SO sorry! Our driver is such a clumsy fool!" She took his arm and pulled him under the umbrella. Even in the downpour he could smell her expensive perfume. He inhaled and was lost in the headiness of her aroma. "Please, come into the car. Let us drive you home!"
Jimmy let himself be led to the car and then he was inside. The interior was large. He plopped down on a seat facing backwards, making a small splash. The woman climbed in, closing the umbrella and handed him a towel to wipe his face with.
"Our apologies to you," rumbled a deep voice. "Anton will be punished!"
Jimmy found his voice as he looked up. "Oh, I'm sure it was just an accident." And then he caught sight of the man beside the beautiful woman and his voice turned into a squeak. "Lex Luthor!"
Luthor's eyebrows raised in feigned surprise since young Jimmy Olsen has been the target of this charade all along. "Mr..... Olsen, if I'm not mistaken. Let me see... Jimmy Olsen, of the Planet. Am I correct?"
"Ye.... ye... yes sir!" Jimmy exclaimed.
"Well, I had not expected such a distinguished guest!" Luthor grinned. "Mrs. Bascombe, this is Mr. Olsen, esteemed colleague of Lois Lane and Clark Kent at the Planet. I was simply going to hand him some money to apologize and replace his ruined clothing, but this young man deserves better treatment."
"Anton", he called to the driver. "Take us to Mrs. Bascombe's residence please!"
Turning to the woman he said, as they had pre-arranged, "Please take young Mr. Olsen into your home and clean him up.! Here is some money for new clothes for the young man. Please buy him something.. suitable."
No one consulted Jimmy as to what he wanted, and in just a few minutes, the beautiful woman led Jimmy by the hand into her brownstone. As soon as they got into the foyer, Jimmy marvelled at the elegance of the fancy house! The woman tsk tsked at how thoroughly soaked Jimmy was. "Don't move off of that carpet she said. No, better yet.." she opened a door which revealed a small bathroom. "Go in there and strip off your clothes. We'll wash them for you to wear home. I'll go find you a towel and something to put on!"
A couple minutes later Jimmy was naked. Mrs. Bascombe tapped lightly on the door and opened the door just a crack to hand in a towel. "Leave your clothes on the floor. Wrap this towel around you and then go to the shower just down the hall. While you are cleaning off, I will put some clothing in the bathroom for you!"
When Jimmy stepped out of the shower, he dried himself off then looked at the clothing left for him. He opened the door a crack and said, "Mrs. Bascombe! Mrs. Bacombe! I can't wear these!"
"Well, I'm sorry dear, but you are going to have to!" the attractive woman replied from the hallway. "Your clothes are still in the washing machine, and will have to be dried after that. I'm afraid I don't have any men's clothes in the house so you will have to wear those, for an hour or two!"
"That long?" Jimmy's voice cracked. "Um. Okay, I guess."
"Come out when you are ready. I have opened a lovely red wine which I'm sure you will enjoy!". Felicity Bascombe almost giggled to herself.
A couple minutes later Jimmy Olsen emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of pink silk panties. Above this, he wore a shimmering white night gown and on top of that a fur trimmed robe. On his feet he wore fluffy slippers. "Oh you look lovely," the older woman told him. "Almost good enough to eat!" she smiled wickedly. "Here, get this inside of you!" she said, handing him a large glass of red wine.
Jimmy was extremely nervous being around this beautiful woman while he was almost naked. Looking at Mrs. Bascombe he figured she was old enough to be his mother, although he had no idea who his true mother was, having been abandoned to being raised in foster homes when he was no more than a baby. Old enough to be his mother, and yet, so very lovely. He swallowed a big gulp of wine and almost choked.
The blonde led the red headed lad to a couch in the sitting room and they both sat. Mrs. Bascombe topped up their glasses from the bottle which she went to set on the coffee table, and then exclaimed, "Oh dear, this is almost empty. I'll get us another so we girls can drink while we talk." Jimmy sat and watched the shapely figure as Mrs. Bascombe carried the almost empty bottle out to her kitchen.
Jimmy realized that he was getting a hardon which was hard to hide in the satin panties. He tried to think of other things and to shift his prick with his hands, but he suddenly realized that had put pressure on the tip of his dick and suddenly there was a wet spot on his panties where his piss hole made contact. Oh good lord, he couldn't let her see that! He shifted the robe so that it hopefully covered his groin. He took a sip of his wine, and then another. He had never had good wine before and he was enjoying it, although not the situation. He adjusted his dick again and realized that the satin panties felt really nice against his cock. He rubbed himself a bit more before remembering he was trying to get rid of the hardon, not encourage it!
Time stretched on a bit and Jimmy was beginning to wonder where his hostess had disappeared to, when she suddenly came strutting into the room, full wine bottle in hand. "I'm sorry to take so long," she told him. "But I figured you might feel more comfortable if I changed into something similar to your lingerie!" Jimmy groaned as he took in her full figure. Mrs. Bascombe was now also dressed just in lingerie. Similar to him, she was wearing a panty and bra set in pink, a sheer nightie over that, a silken robe and fluffy slippers, but whereas his were mules with no heel, hers had heels at least four inches tall! Her bra barely held her large breasts. She had refreshed her bright red lipstick.
As she sat, Jimmy inhaled her strong mesmerizing perfume. She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. "Now its just us girls chatting!" Then she reached up and wiped a bit of lipstick from his lips. "That's better, though your lips did look nice with a bit of colour!" she told him. He blushed at the very idea!
