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5.1
"Nice place..." The blonde muttered. She set her car in park and shut off the engine. Through her windshield, the warm lights of the
expansive
home beckoned to her.
A mansion. Of course he owns a mansion.
It made sense, though. If Wonder Woman was going to date a man, surely she wouldn't settle for a bum who lived in some trailer park. As warm and kind as the Amazon princess was, the blonde couldn't imagine her standards as being anything other than lofty.
Dinah Lance stepped out of her car, feeling the cool, evening breeze on her face. She stared at the estate, the oversized log cabin looming tall. Even isolated as it was, sitting here amidst the tall evergreens on the outskirts of Fawcett City, the mansion was a great deal more inviting than other estates owned by similarly wealthy men.
But still Dinah felt unsteady. There was a subtle trembling through her nerves. But it was not the result of fear. The Black Canary was not a woman to be unsettled by a man she had never met.
Dinah was nervous for an entirely different reason. She was a member of the Justice League, an inspiration to people across the entire globe. And there she was in Fawcett City, ready to meet with Wonder Woman -
the
Wonder Woman - and her mystery boyfriend. And she wasn't there for a friendly dinner.
Dinah Lance was there to get
fucked.
Wonder Woman had offered to share with Dinah her main squeeze - and Dinah had accepted. The blonde still didn't know why she did that. She had never been the type who was into partner-swapping or whatever it was that the three of them were going to do tonight. But Dinah showed up all the same.
She dressed for the occasion, of course. Not too formal, because it wasn't like they were going out. But also not too slutty either, because Dinah didn't want that to be Diana's beau's first impression of her. Yeah, she was there for sex but that didn't mean she was just some callgirl. The Black Canary had to possess a certain aura of prestige, right?
Open toe heels. Tight, black pants, as shiny as they were form-fitting, made of faux leather. A black, button-down tank top. And a yellow waist jacket, snug across her back and shoulders, made of
real
leather. And with her long, golden hair done up in a high and tight ponytail, Dinah passed for a real socialite.
Would he like the way she looked, she wondered of Diana's mystery man. Would he even take the time to appreciate the effort she put into her appearance, her outfit? Or was he the kind of man who had no patience for anything but the fun part?
It could go either way, Dinah realized. She had fought beside Wonder Woman for years, but she didn't really know the Amazon that well. She didn't know if Diana preferred more refined, cultured men. She didn't know if Diana instead had a taste for the rougher, brutish sort. The kind of man who took what they wanted, without shame, without guilt, without hesitation. Dinah understood then that both prospects were equally likely.
The blonde brawler bit her lip as she approached the looming mansion.
"I just hope he isn't short..." She murmured under her breath.
A bit shallow on her part, but Dinah figured she'd earned the right to be a little shallow. After spending years fighting the good fight, putting her life on the line in the name of justice, as well as putting up with Ollie's bullshit, Dinah Lance deserved a stud to get hot and heavy with. Even if that stud was technically on loan from another woman.
The blonde took a deep breath and made her way towards the mansion's front door. Her high heels clicked against the stone walkway with every step. Her heart raced faster as she closed the distance, moving closer and closer towards that fateful threshold.
Up she went onto the front patio, bringing herself right before the double wooden doors. Dark oak, they were, and carefully, professionally carved. Visibly expensive. A slight tremble went down Dinah's back. A wealthy man who had caught Wonder Woman's eye, that was the person who lived here. And Dinah Lance was about to meet him.
The blonde forced herself to be calm. She reached for the silver knocker... Only for the doors to open wide. Dinah's heart almost jumped into her throat. Her eyes went wide as a tall figure appeared at the open doorway.
Diana Prince stood before her then, proud, powerful, and wearing an absolutely
glowing
smile.
"Dinah!" The Amazon beamed at her dear, invited guest. "You're just on time!"
Dinah took in the sight of Wonder Woman in civvies. Sure, there were always pictures of Diana Prince at gatherings and fundraisers, but nothing could ever beat seeing it in-person. Diana, as always, was immaculate in her beauty. She wore a sleeveless dress of shimmering blue. It was low cut to afford a generous view of her iconic bust and ended just above her knee in a loose skirt. But even a loose dress couldn't hide the bold curvature of Amazonian hips. But above all, what caught Dinah's eye the most was the fact that Diana was barefoot.
The blonde only had a brief moment to dwell on that before Diana advanced on her, her Leaguer ally drawing her in for a deep hug.
"I'm
very happy
you decided to join us tonight." Diana spoke into Dinah's ear, her normally commanding voice so soft and gentle that she was almost purring. It felt like a whirlwind of butterfly wings in Dinah's belly right then.
"I can tell." Dinah noted, giving a short laugh as the taller woman pulled away. She spared another glance down low to confirm that Diana was indeed barefoot. Even when wearing heels, the blonde saw that she was still a few inches shorter than the Amazon. She offered her fellow Leaguer a bright smile of her own. "You look
fantastic.
You didn't need to get all dressed up on my account."
"This is a very special occasion, is it not?" Every word that came from Diana's lips - her full, soft lips - sounded like they were molded to perfection. Pure honey, sweetness for the ears, dripped in that slight Amazonian accent that could make anyone weak in the knees. Diana continued on, a smoky look in her blue eyes. "An Amazon should look her best when she brings a trusted comrade to bed."
Dinah swallowed then. If there was anybody who could make the Black Canary feel like a weak, little bird, it was the warrior princess, Wonder Woman.
"Well... If that's how it's done on Themyscira..."
The next look that the Amazon gave her was more than just flirty. It was
heated
. Almost predatory.
Dinah felt her heart hammering in her chest. It felt like someone had lit a fire underneath her, a smoldering need burning through her skin, her nerves. There was a twinge in her lower belly, an ache that demanded to be sated. And from the look in the woman's eyes, Diana Prince wanted so desperately to be the woman for that delicious job.
"Please,
come inside.
" Diana said to her, sultry and sweet. The Amazon took Dinah by the hand, gently drawing her through the threshold of the mansion's front door. "My beloved Mark has been very eager to meet you. It would be rude to keep him waiting."
It wasn't like Dinah could argue. Nor could she break free. Diana pulled her into the mansion's foyer and Dinah could only faintly note the surprising coziness of the home's interior. Her real focus was on the tall beauty leading her around like a mistress and her pet.
"Sure thing." Dinah said lamely. Behind her, the mansion doors closed shut.
Trapped.
By Wonder Woman and her yet-to-appear rich boyfriend. Surely, there were worse predicaments for a gal to be in? "Your man, he's the kind of guy who always gets what he wants, huh?"
