DC was typing away at his remote terminal. Tiffany was on her knees sucking his cock with a nice steady rhythm while Sapphire played with his balls. He glanced up around the penthouse and smiled. He had all his bitches there and his underlings having a nice orgy. Suzie and Ginger were having a threesome with Mr. Johnson, G Standard was fucking Destiny over on the grand piano, Amber was getting it in the ass from Jose, and Sammie was getting a lap dance from a naked Candi. Sasha sat over on the floor playing with a dildo, while Jeni and Jamie, the two personal fitness trainers turned hooker, 69'ed each other. Paris was on her knees blowing Sergeant Branston who was naked excepting his hat and gunbelt.
"Ah, as it should be. Bitches providing pleasure to men. DC approves." DC said out loud as he took a swig of Champaign.
The computer dinged, and DC smiled as he read the screen. "Wonderful. Now I'm ready to meet Shimmer." DC stood and stretched and started to pull on his pants. His bitches immediately stopped and knelt in front of him.
Tiffany grinned up at him. She had fully embraced the whore serum and thrived on being one of the senior bitches. DC had discovered that the serum reacted differently with different people. Her mom Paris had obviously not wanted to be turned into a high school dropout turned stripper and hooker. Her sub-conscious had fought the effects and the result was her brains had been melted. Rather than accept the changes, the serum had burned out her old personality and destroyed lots of her grey matter. She would never have a mind more advanced than a ditzy school girl bimbo. Tiffany however had apparently liked being the queen bee and her sub-conscious had embraced the change. She had an intact mind and the advanced whore serum had made her a perfect senior hooker. She helped train the new bitches (not that they needed much help), and DC had watched her slap around Destiny, Suzie, and Ginger when they had got uppity about being whores longer. He approved and now Tiffany was the senior whore. DC thought that she would make a great madam one day after she got some more seasoning.
"What's the plan baby? Are you gonna turn Shimmer into one of your bitches? I'd love that, I'll bet a bitch like that will need lots of slapping down." Tiffany said with evil smile.
"Oh she'll be working for us in no time. But first I need to pick up some stuff from the lab. I've been working on something that will make me damn near unstoppable." DC said as he turned off the computer. "Sasha, you're the arm candy so get dressed."
Sasha immediately stood and strutted to the bathroom. Being the Super Pimp, DC never went anywhere without a hot bitch on his arm. Tiffany stood and started redoing her makeup.
"Tiff, you be sure you get that judge to do some coke. I want him to be in our pocket 100%. Sex is one thing, but I always want backup." DC said as he put on his tie.
"No problem boss. Sergeant Branston gave me the lowdown." Tiffany giggled. "This guy actually thinks he's meeting my mom for election support. He'll be a brain dead sex addict by the time I'm through with him."
Sasha came out wearing a silver tube dress that didn't cover her pussy and showed off her tits wonderfully, and a nice pair of 6in clear plastic shoes. Hoop earrings and big gold bangle bracelets completed the look. DC nodded in approval and Sasha beamed.
DC took the express elevator down to the private garage and got into his Cadillac. It was fully tricked out, but not fully pimped out yet. The seats were not leopard skin yet, and he hadn't had the solid gold rims put on as he was still setting things up. Having the brain of a Nobel Prize winner meant that his plans were things of genius. And one didn't rush genius.
DC chuckled at himself. Like his Whores, his personalities had fought in out and reached an equilibrium. DC as Dr. Cavers had loved being a world renowned scientist because of the challenges. That was what had driven him. When the AI had mistakenly injected him with the formula that turned him into Super-Pimp, his mind, his soul, and his drive really hadn't been affected. It was simply another challenge. Even better, it was a BIGGER challenge than any medical problem. He was going to bring an entire city, super heroes and all, to it's knees. That was a challenge worth fighting for. He was Super Pimp, but he was also a genius. He would rule the streets and enjoy every second of it.
He and Sasha got into the car and headed out. It was just after 9 pm so traffic was not really a big issue. He drove down Sassy Street and noted with pleasure that the gym, spa, and several clothing boutiques were done or nearly done. They would bring a tasteful aspect to his street when opened and would start attracting people who would be excellent recruits or customers for all the vice he could produce. His own part, as a legit developer thanks to Sapphire's help, was several clubs and restaurants. Tasteful and legit, they would be quickly turned into high class strip clubs once he had the city council in his pocket. Tiffany was going to hook the primary city judge tonight, and if his plan stayed on track there would be no issues.
Using his special ID and some special jammers built into his car which scrambled any video recordings, DC easily entered the Platinum Corporation HQs, and used the special entrance to get into his private lab. Aside from a couple of mail all emails and a personal email asking about his well being from Ms. Platt, no one else had bothered him. He quickly responded he was fine and that he expected to be back at in a few weeks.
While Sasha knelt down and started giving DC head, DC fired up his terminal. "Time to built the prototype." he said out loud. He had already input the data into the computer from his remote, but he decided to do some of the work hands on as it required some human interaction. He also had the computer brew up some more amnesia smoke, Whore Serum (in a variety of types), and John Spray.
He chuckled as the computer worked and built the complex machine he had designed. Using his newly created Pimp Gene had led him to create a whore gene. Using his expect knowledge of DNA,his cncer cell research, and some hacking of some other projects, had allowed him to create a fast acting virus that would nearly instantly transform any woman who contracted it into a whore, in mind and body. It would re-write her body's DNA and would use any fat and parts of her brain to fuel a quick transformation that would shape her body into a perfect 10. If the bitch resisted it would burn up many higher functions of the victim's brain so the whore's IQ would never be much higher than a bimbo and it would heavily stimulate the base instincts of the brain, namely sexual drives and desires. If she accepted the changes, she would retain much of her former brainpower. DC liked that aspect of the drug as you got to see who was a real slut deep down. And if he wanted to burn out a bitch and turn her into a complete moron, he just had to keep trying different types until he found one personality the bitch didn't want to be and then whammo, fired brains and a dumb bimbo.
DC had finally finished the formula and had built a device to transmit it. A pimp's cane with a specially built air projector would shoot a concentrated semi-solid blast. If it hit skin, the transformation would happen rapidly, at most 15 seconds. Against men it had no effect. DC smiled as the new cane slide out from the robotic lab and he picked it up as Sasha grinned dumbly from the floor. "Yes, this will work much better than the Ho formula. No injections needed. OF course I can always do it the old fashioned way."
"Who the hell are you?" a surprised female voice shouted from the door.
DC spun around and looked at a surprised Tristan Platt standing at the doorway. She looked at him and then at Sasha smiling dumbly and said "Who are you and where is Dr. Cavers?"
