Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.
And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.
DAY FOUR: PLANS UNFOLD
Louisa Layne was an extremely frustrated woman... in more ways than one. She could not make up her mind whether her investigations yesterday were leading her anywhere. Certainly, Nancy had dangled the tantalising prospect that there was some interesting stuff to tell her, but even if that was the case, there was no certainty that it was linked to the large scale drugs problem in the City. And if the price of finding out was another parade in underwear, she might just give it a miss and tell Jerry he was mistaken.
But the more alarming thought was that she had returned from her audition with Lucas and Nancy with a desperate need for sex, so much so that no matter how annoyed she was with Wonderman, she was ready to kiss and make up. Such was her need for his touch, she would almost forget her desire for him to fuck her and settle for his mouth on her again, as long as he brought her to orgasm.
But Wonderman had not been around, he was on another mission and, in line with normal procedure, Holly could not disclose his whereabouts. What she had said, however, was that Louisa should not expect him back for a couple of days at the very least, perhaps a little longer. She had almost screamed down the telephone at the innocent young woman. She needed Wonderman and she needed him now!
Instead, she took herself to her room and provided herself with the relief she required, first with her hand and then, soon after, with her favourite vibrator. The first time, she was thinking of Wonderman being inside her, pleasuring her. God, she needed that infuriating boyfriend of hers. But the second time was different, her thoughts were back at the studio, recalling the soft kiss on her cheek, the thrill of displaying herself in that negligee.
That was when she had first felt the intensity of arousal that had grown even further in the hours since then. Perhaps she had discovered a need to display her body to others she wondered, laughing out loud at the stupid thought. But whatever it was, there was no doubt she had become aroused by the process and as she drifted off to sleep last night, she had briefly wondered if she should follow through on that telephone call.
The remarkable thing was that this morning she felt horny again, even more so than the night before. What on earth was wrong with her, she wondered? Looking at the clock on the small table beside her bed, she understood she would be late for work, but realised she had no option other than to bring herself to orgasm again. She did, remarkably quickly, but immediately knew she had failed to quell her overwhelming need for sex.
She looked over at the telephone....
Phenomenon was tired. He smiled to himself... it seemed that even Superheroes became weary every so often. He felt like he needed an extended vacation, but Superheroes were not allowed vacations, he ruefully accepted.
It was around lunchtime when Huntergirl returned to the League of Liberty and Justice building in Washington D.C. She was aware that, except for her target, the other Superheroes were all away and this was her opportunity to put in place her plan to work on Phenomenon. If everything worked out, this could be her final visit to the impressive Headquarters.
She found Phenomenon asleep on the large sofa when she entered the communal room, what they jokingly referred to as their war room. Only Superheroes were allowed in this room and therefore neither Holly, nor that sexy, young girl that BlackCat Girl had saved, would cause a problem. She had wondered how she could begin the engagement but this was perfect. Almost pre-ordained, she thought to herself, a sly smile spreading across her full, glossy lips.
Pulling a short piece of wire from her belt, she wrapped it around his left hand and then repeated the exercise with his right. She worked quickly, but as stealthily as she could, being aware that all was lost should he awake before he was bound. Checking for any sign of movement, she moved to his strong muscular legs, being careful not to touch any part of him as she slid the wires around his ankles.
The sofa was perfect for her plan, as each end was supported by a small, ornate, pole and her eyes were fixed on those as her movements went into overdrive. With a whirring flash of action, she had his hands fastened to the pole before he awoke, and one leg secured before he realised what was happening.
The second leg was trickier as he kicked out at her, but she managed to pull the wire tight before he could do any harm and stood back admiring her handiwork. She was satisfied that he was securely constrained but had just sufficient slack to be comfortable.
"What on earth....?" he said, his eyes blazing at her through his mask.
"Now don't tell me you didn't know," Huntergirl whispered, raising her index finger to her mouth and sucking on it for a moment.
"Didn't know what?" he spat out in response.
Huntergirl smiled. "How much I've always wanted you..." she softly said.
"Wanted me?" came the hesitant reply.
"That's right," Huntergirl responded, still sucking the finger, but more blatantly this time.
She sat on the edge of the large sofa, her hips pressing against Phenomenon's side as she ran a soft hand across his muscled chest.
"You've always been a real turn-on for me, Phenomenon. Always been my fantasy man. And now I'm gonna make my dreams come true!"
"What do you mean?" he warily asked.
"Tut tut," she whispered, her voice close to his ear. "Such naivety, such innocence."
She heard his sharp intake of breath. It seemed the penny had finally dropped.
"That's right," she said. "We won't be disturbed this afternoon. And I'm going to make every erotic fantasy you've ever had come true."
She watched as he attempted to break his binds, knowing that the wire was too strong even for him.
"Don't do that, baby," she cooed. "You'll only cut your wrists."
He stopped struggling as the wire dug into his skin.
"We can't," he gasped. "You know that, you know what it would mean to us..."
She ran a finger across his lips. "Only if we cum, Phenomenon. We can have as much fun as we like, providing we don't cum."
