>>3441738
>C

>>3441738
>>C: Try and snatch her sunglasses.

>>3441738
>>D: Do nothing. These rides usually don;t take long anyway.

>C: Try and snatch her sunglasses.

You notice that she's very fixated on the road. Fixated enough that she may not notice a hand slowly approaching the side of her head like yours is doing now. You smile mischievously and nervously lick your lp as your, soft, slender fingers ever so slightly adjust the temple just behind her ear.

Then she turns her head towards you and makes a move that you can only describe as a lightning dash to grab your wrist. Her grip is a solid vice that tightens further as your wrist aches in increasing pain.

She turns her face back to the road and keeps your hand in place. You try to pull away but this woman's been to the gym much more than you.

"Do that again and your face is on the pavement." She coldly replies before letting your hand go. You whimper as you stroke the now red and inflamed wrist.

You lean back in your seat and watch the scenery change from your side window street by street. Your wrist is stilll sore. Mercy acts like it never happened.

>A: Say nothing
>B: Try to have a slap fight with her
>C: Ask her what her problem is
>D: Rest your feet on top of the dashboard.
>E: Other

>>3441934
>>D: Rest your feet on top of the dashboard.

>D: Rest your feet on the dashboard.

You rest your high heeled clad feet on the dashboard of the car. Mercy glares at you behind her dark glasses but says nothing. Though you could have sworn she was grinding her teeth throughout the rest of the drive. What does she care? It's a car that'll proabably either get scrapped or go missing as far as the rental agency is concerned anyway.

You arrive at the entrance of the Masters hotel. One of the popular placess for Metropolis's 1 percenters. You thank Mercy for the ride and leave. Your heel steps onto the dry, solid granite with a click.

The sound would be repeated as you walk towards the entrance. Once you enter you feel a warm gust sweep over you from the AC. You sigh in delight at the warm sensation.

You approach the reception desk and speak to the male receptionist standing behind it with a smile he was trained to use. Tall, dark haired, very handsome. Your kind of guy but you're working right now so you keep your polite smile nothing but a polite smile.

"Hello miss. Welcome to the masters. Are you here to book a room?" He asks with a forced pleasentness you could scarcely tell was fake.

>A: Tell him he needs to work on his tone
>B: Tell him your name is already booked
>C:Ask him when he gets off work. Why not have a little fun now and then?
>D: Pick your nose.
>E: Give him your card.
>F: Other.

>>3442869
>>B: Tell him your name is already booked

>>3442869
>>B: Tell him your name is already booked
>>C:Ask him when he gets off work. Why not have a little fun now and then?

>>3442869
B
C

>B: Tell him your name is already booked
>C:Ask him when he gets off work. Why not have a little fun now and then?

You tell him with as friendly a smile as you could muster that your name, a false one of course, is already booked for the room. He examines the registry and finds that, just as you expected, your alias is there.

"Ah. So it is. Room number 1 on the top floor." He says with a small trace of surprise.

"With a... Mr. Jimmy Glick.?"

You nod your head and take note of his name tag. "Leo." You also take note of the broad shoulders and the tightness of the buttoned red bellhop jacket on his torso. He works out quite a bit. And it's clear to you he's not shy around women. As experienced as he may be there is no doubt in your mind that you are much more so. It's part of the job after all.

But you wouldn't mind showing him a few tricks.

So you ask him when he gets off work. He's taken aback but he recovers from it quickly. Very quickly. You like his professionalism.

"In three hours ma'am. Is there something you have in mind?"

There's plenty on your mind but you keep it concise and tell him that you're interested in seeing him then. He nods with a polite smile that you could see also had the hint of a smirk at the corner. With a smirk of your own you leave to get to the top floor of the building. Luthor had always rented a room at that floor. You guessed it was his seemingly compulsive need to always be on top.

It didn't take you long to find room number one. It was the very door you were facing when the elevator door opened. Briskly, you knocked while hoping he was inside and not the opposiste for whatever reason. You didn't come here to have your time wasted.

"In a minute." the deep, commanding and familiar voice of Lex said from behind. His voice was your favourite part about him. Everything else was hit and miss espescially because it depended on his mood. But listening to him now is already getting you geared up for action.

The door opens and there he was. Scowling, dressed in a fancy, tight fitting black tux you're certain costs more than a year's worth of the wages of a Lexcorp office drone. His loafers recenty shined to an astonishing polish. His hairless head free of marks and glimmering in the light above you. In his own way he's attractive in your eyes. Not your favourite client but you have had worse.

Him being a billionaire helps too.

"Welcome. I trust you followed the usual instructions perfectly?" he asks with barely hidden suspiscion.

>A: Roll your eyes and tell him you have.
>B: Silently nod with a smile.
>C: Tell him you burned the letter too.
>D: Tell him about the receptionist.
>E: Tell him about Mercy's sunglasses.
>F: Other

>>3444325
>C: Tell him you burned the letter too.
“The only thing you have to worry about is putting your money to good use.”

>>3444341
I shall second this
Also, what an unusual angle for a DC adventure. I can't wait for it all to go sideways.

>>3444325

>C: Tell him you burned the letter too

>C: Tell him you burned the letter too.

"The only thing you have to worry about is putting your money to good use."

The billionaire executive smiles wickedly.

"Oh I already know I'm putting it to good use." he replied. You sure know it too.

He gestures for you to enter. You step inside and observe the high-class penthouse. It was all impressive. The giant marble kitchen, the soft velvet sofa, the chandelier hanging above the impeccably clean dining table where the plates and silverware was neatly arranged and the high-rise view from the window that took up the whole side of the room.

Looking at it brings back the memory of when he slammed you against it and pinned you to the window for the city to see in nothing but your birthday suit as he took you from behind. Your moans were so loud he held his hand tightly over your mouth as he exerted whatever baggage he had onto you. His thrusting coupled with your breasts being massaged on the glass made it difficult to stay quiet as you knew he preferred. When the climax came you roared so powerfully into his hand from a place so deep and primal you shocked yourself. That night was a surge of adrenaline you won’t soon forget and sadly it was the only night he brought that much pleasure to you despite the others having their perks. You’re starting to feel hot just thinking about it and you hope it’s not showing.

“Please take a seat. Our meal is ready.”

You nod and seat yourself at one end of the dining table while he takes a seat at the other end. You notice that the wine bottle placed at the centre of the table has already been opened. A high-class brand that you yourself could afford with half of your typical pay rate. You take your glass from the right side and bring it yo your red painted lips. After enjoying the sweetly sour aroma you enjoy its taste. He notices that you’re enjoying it too. He seems pleased with his wine choice.

“Now. Why don’t you try and take a bite of the meal? Smoked salmon potato cakes with herbed crème fraîche.”

He spoke as if he was in love with the dish he prepared. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at both the tone and his need to dominate the situation so much he’s telling you when you can eat the meal. Sometimes you think it’s sexy but not in this case.

You pick up the fork and stab at the cakes and salmon meat with the crème fraiche. You dab it into the tartar sauce at the side of the plate and place it into your mouth. He’s looking at you expectantly. You don’t think he’s taken a bite himself.

>A: Tell him it's fantastic.
>B: Tell him it could use some work.
>C: Tell him it's not very good at all.
>D: Ask him if he even bothered to check the expiry date.
>E: Give a thumbs up.
>F: Other.

>>3444450
> B: Tell him it could use some work.
“But it’s a damned sight better than anything down town.”

>>3444450
>B: Tell him it could use some work.

>B: Tell him it could use some work

"But it’s a damned sight better than anything down town."

Lex sports a frown on his face he looks like he is deeply in thought as he turns his eyes away from you and gazes down at the plate in front of him.

"Yes. I'm certain it is." he says brusqely as he picks up his fork and begins to stab, harshly, at the meal. You briefly wonder if you said something wrong but shrug it off and begin to eat the rest of it. It's not unusual for Lex to be this anal about a minor thing after all. Or for most of your clients even.

For the next fifteen minutes you eat silently together. You make no attempt to speak during the meal. He hates that.

When you both finish he gently wipes his mouth with a white silk cloth and looks at you patiently. You follow suit and wipe your own mouth. He steps up from his seat and approaches a grammophone on the right sid eof the room. He moves the needle and palces it on the record. A slow, relaxing jazz ballad plays as you step out of the eat yourself. A saxophone gently hums across the whole room while a piano gently plays in the background.

You start to feel nervous. Every time after the meal you don't know what to expect. Sometimes he ravishes you, sometimes he's slow and gentle, other times there's some weird kink involved and once he even just asked you to leave with no kiss let alone sex.

He stares at you just as you stare at him. His eyes are big, glowing. But hollow. No emotion of any kind you recognize can be gleaned from them. Uusally you're silent. But this time you feel like subtly taking the lead.

>a: Ask him what he wants to do to you
>B: Suggest vanilla. You'll think of a posistion later.
>C: Ask him if he has any "toys" you can use.
>D: Ask him how's buisness.
>E: Kiss him.
>F: Other

>>3444641
>D: Ask him how's buisness
“Come on sugar, I’m here to help work out your kinks and I just know you’ve got some pent up irritant you wanna vent. If you can’t live a little and let loose with a common harlot no-one else in the business knows, who can you?”

>>3444641
>A
Strip down and let him admire our body a bit

>D: Ask him how's buisness.

“Come on sugar, I’m here to help work out your kinks and I just know you’ve got some pent up irritant you wanna vent. If you can’t live a little and let loose with a common harlot no-one else in the business knows, who can you?” (OP note: In the case of a lack of one option scoring more than other options the first chosen option will be applied.)

Lex suddenly gets a flare in his eyes, an angry passion you find alarming. Espescially when he begins to speak.

"So you wish to know about my buisness? Well last quarter our profit margins went up 120%. Our international orders went up by 60%. In the past three months I offhsored 120,000 jobs to various developing nations for a cost cut of forty cents on the dollar per job. That's how buisness is. Not that I recall it being any concern of yours."

You feel an immediate pang of regret. Lex was the "always angry" kind to your perception but he usually has a better handle on it. Lex was different from much of the rest of your clientele. You can never get them to shut up about their buisness.

He's breathing heavily and his face is turning a light shade of red. You really touched a nerve.

>A: Apologize and tell him you won't ask again.
>B: Insist that he can tell you anything.
>C: Tell him he's being unreasonable.
>D: Kiss him. Ferociously.
>E: Cry.
>F: Other

>>3444931
Say sorry and do this >>3444683

>A: Apologize and tell him you won't ask again. (Strip down).

You apologize to him. He nods birskly and takes a few deep breaths. He closes his eyes. You wodne ri fhe's mentally counting to ten.

"That's... quite alright. Don't worry about it."

To make it up to him with mroe than just an apology you signal the sexily mischievous idea you got by letting your mouth curve into a deviously enticing smile. With both hands you slowly untie the red lace knot behind your neck that held the whole dress together. He traces your hands with his eyes as you work on untying the professionally tied knot and let the red dress fall to the floor in a neat bundle around your feet. You step out of it and allow him to bask in the sight of your nude form. Shaven and rounded breasts with pretty pink perky nipples.

Going commando isn;t usually your style but with Lex, he likes to get the unclasping and panty pulling out of the way by not having them at all. You didn't mind. Made the experience more thrilling.

You step away from the dress and toawrds him. A move he may inetrpert as an attempt to steer control out of his hands. But you hardly cared. You like playing the domination game.

But he's better. Everything to him is about domination.

"Stay there. Don't move." He said. Your heart is beating fast. Your blood begins to pump intensley and you lustfully lick your lips.

>A: Say nothing. Do as your told.
>B: Kiss him.
>C: Ask if he would like to test the window's strength again.
>D: Lay on the bed.
>E: Yawn.
>F: Other.

For all desire to be disobedient,

>A: Say nothing. Do as your told.

we're paid for this.

>>3446248
A

>A: Say nothing. Do as your told.

You resist the urge to disobey him. As he leaves you to stand by yourself while he enters through a door on the left side beside the bed you hear the record changing track to a more upbeat drum and brass ensemble.

Just as your mind begins to race through many thoughts. Some memory, the rest imagination. All are erotic. Partly to get yourself ready and partly to think of all the ways you can please him to make sure he gets his money's worth.

You feel your nipples becoming erect. Your womanhood getting moist. You resist the urge to shove your fingers inside yourself in case he notices. And Lex being Lex, you're certain he will.

It's not long before he returns. Holding something behind his back. His ideas for the "kinky" nights you have with him have been good for you and bad for you but you're certain all were good for him. That's fine with you. It's all about your client.

Though you notice he's not smiling. That's no surprise to you but usually he would be having a smirk that told you he's going to enjoy messing with you. But not this time. Just a frown.

"Put this on." he says coldly. He quickly reveals his arm and you catch a sight of a blur of blue and red. Just a blur due to how quickly he threw the object at your feet. You observe the garment that lay atop your discarded dress. You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Superman's suit.

Now you have done a lot of weird things for your clients. Some you liked. Others not so much. But to dress up like a super-hero? This is new.

>A: Put it on.
>B: "What the fuck Lex!?"
>C: Throw the suit back at him and tell him that if he loves Super-Man this much he can shove the suit up his ass.
>D: Ask him to repeat himself. You must have mis-heard him or something.
>E: Say that it will cost double for you to do whatever he wants you to do while wearing that travesty.
>F: Leave. Speechlessly.
>G:Other.

>>3446650
E
"oh I see you have a strange fetish indeed"

>>3446650
>E
"It's going to cost you extra if you want me to dress up like that gimp."

>E: Say that it will cost double for you to do whatever he wants you to do while wearing that travesty.

"It's going to cost you extra if you want me to dress up like that gimp."

He looks at you impassionatley and nods.

"Of course. Now if you please?"

Nervously, you kick off your high heels and let your stocking feet rest on the suit before you step off of it and pick it up. While making sure to give your client a nice view of your naked rear. Hoping that the sight of it would change his mind. You knew you were only fooling yourself. But it was worth a try.

You keep the 10 denier black thigh high stockings on because you figured they wouldn't get in the way of the suit being put in place. Also because they were probably the only elegeant elemnt of clothing you were rearing right now. Might as well try and keep some dignity.

At first, you weren't sur eof how to put the suit on as you held it upa nd examiend it closeley. It was a little warm to your touch and rubbery in texture. Thin too. Really thin. No wonder your friends kept gushing over the famed hero. You never saw the big deal yourself. Sure he's a big shot super-hero but you always liked the rich ones. It's part of the reason you're here right now.

Lex glares at you impatientley. You find a zipper at the back. You open it and step inside the garment. Adjusting the arms so that your placed your own into the sleeves as you pulled the suit up over your mostly naked frame. You were too intimidated to ask Lex to help you with the ziper so you do it yourself. It took some reaching but you were able to bring it all the way up to your neck.

You feel the tight spandex riding up your crotch and buttocks. It may have been pelasurable in a masturbatory sense but it did little to overcome the humiliation you felt. Even if it was just Lex with you. You're doing the opposite of what a good girl should be doing and this getup just kept making you feel self-concscious.

You couldn't wait to get this over wth. Already this is turning out to be your least favourite Lex Luthor date.

"Oh. I see you have a strange fetish indeed." you say with amusement you mostly faked along with your small smile. You laugh nervously as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knuckle duster that seems to be made from a shimmering green rock.

"Oh this isn't a fetish." he says as he takes a step closer to you as your legs begin to shake while you keep staring at the green weapon.

"This is vengeance." he says with a manic smile and a shine in his eyes. He launches the fist so fast you couldn't dodge it. The punch makes contact with your face right in the center. You fall to your back. The cacophonus brass instruments draw to a close. You feel your face getting wet.

>A: Get up quickly and tackle him.
>B: Call for help as loud as you can.
>C: Kick him in the balls.
>D: Try to run for the door.
>E: Try to fly away (Note: You cannot fly)
>F: Other

>>3447102
>A: Get up quickly and tackle him.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING

>>3447102
>A: Get up quickly and tackle him.
We're a dead whore, soon enough.

>A: Get up quickly and tackle him.

You leap back up to your feet and tackle the crazed client with a desperate roar. You make slam yourself into his tall, strong frame. He doesn;t even budge. If you couldn't outmuscle Mercy then it's very unlikely you can outmuscle her well-built boss.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" you yell into his face. He pushes you away and looks at you with cold malice. He straightens up the creases you elft on his suit as he approaches you.

"Ridding Metropolis of you." he said with a chilling subdued fury. You aren't certain exactly how delusional he is at this moment. Ceratinly enough to murder you.

You quickly look around. He walks closer towards you as he adjusts his knuckle duster stained with your blood.

>A: Run for the door.
>B: Grab the grammophone.
>C: Run to the kitchen.
>D: Leap at him.
>F: Try and find the bathroom.
>G: Other.

>>3448673
G
Grab something as a shield

>>3448789

>G: Other (Grab something as a shield)

You look around the room quickly. Your eyes settle on one of the dining chairs. You dash to the one Lex had used as a seat himself and hold it out in frotn of you just as he charged. You feel an impact on the hard wooden chair reverberate throughout the object. You'r epushed back slightly. When you notice Lex taking a step foward you charge at him with the chair held sideways in your hands. The chair backe dby your full force pushes him to fall on his back. You attempt to strike him with it but he rolls out of its way before he leaps back up to his feet and makes a move to grab you by your hair. Unfortunatley for you he succeeds.

You drop the chair when he forces you to face toward him to recieve yet another blow from his duster. You're certain you felt a crack in your nose upon contact from the fist. You feel a searing sting all over your bloodied face.

He's getting ready to throw another punch as you could tell from his arm being pulled back. He looks at you with glaring fury.

>A: Spit at him.
>B: Claw his face.
>C: Try to poke his eyes.
>D: Kick him.
>E: Prepare your teeth.
>F: Scream. Loud.
>G: Other.

>>3449094
B and F

>B: Claw his face.
>F: Scream. Loud.

You ready your long nails and move your hand in an attacking motion toward him. Your nails are sharp enough to do some damage on level that's a little beneath the skin. Your long, drawn out scratch causes him to yell in pain. He releases his grip from your hair as he moves both hands away from you to massage the numerous long red lines you left behind.

Your heart beats fast. Proabably since a time you don't recall you ever felt it beating this quickly. You're almost certain this is the first time it has in your whole career. You feel a need to release. Partly to vent, partly because you figured it was the smart thing to do.

You screamed. It felt like you were doing it with every part of your being. Your legs trembled a little as you did it. Apart from the current jaunty track on the grammophone dying down you. Even Lex seemed taken aback. Maybe that's why he was so quiet.

Well until you heard him chuckling.

"Oh you can scream all you want. It won't work I'm afraid."

You feel like dropping to your knees. You're not even sure why he was so confident in your effort being futile. But considering his resoursces. You're not too surprised regardless.

"I organized a little roach infestation in all the rooms on this floor except, well, the one I'm about to kill you in. Had a couple of staff here on my books take a trip up here with a few boxes while the guests were away. Could be a couple of days before they''re all gone. In case that grammophone wouldn't be enough."

He wears a sickeningly manic grin on his face. So wide it looks like his face could fold away beginning from the corners of his mouth.
You feel disgusted with him and yourself for being the subject of a murder plan. Espescially for being in this getup.

"So. Since I have your only means of escape." he says as he puts his hand in his tux jacket pocket and holds up the room key in front of you. You gulp at the sight of it.

"Why don't you try and..." a shatter behind him brings him out of his triumphant gloating. He turns quickly to see the sight that has haunted him for so many years and is, in a way, responsible for your predicamant.

You could scarcely believe the sight yourself. The Man of Steel himself.

"Super-Man!" yelled Luthor in part fury and part shock. The stoic Super-Man carefully observes his arch-nemesis before observing the res tof the room. Including you. Once he saw that you were wearing an almost perfect rendition of his costume. He looks to Luthor.

"I hear a scream and I find you up here with a young woman in my suit? What on earth is going on here Luthor?"

>A: Say nothing.
>B: Try to grab the key.
>C: Explain the situation.
>D: Run to Super-Man.
>E: Other

>>3449344
>E: Other
"Cut the witty banter and help, you fucking freak!"

>>3449566
+1

E: Other

"Cut the witty banter and help, you fucking freak!" you yell. Making Luthor look at you perplexly with one raised eyebrow as Super-Man looks at you with a slightly agape mouth.

"I... beg your pardon miss?" the Man of Steel asked in confusion. Lex turns away from you and looks back to the resident super hero with a smirk.

"Oh don't mind her she's just hsyterical. You see I was just inviting this woman up from an escort agency to discuss a possible investment. It was going well until she put on that costume of yours and tried to "Administer justice" in this very room. She's delusional Super-Man. She very much needs help."

Your fury was boiling to a point where you feel you could just charge at him with little regard for the consequences. But you manage to keep it restrained. Super-Man takes closer observation of the room. He notes the green knuckle duster on Luthor's hand and your bloodied face. With quiet disdain he glares at Luthor.

"You're a sick man Lex. A very sick man."

He pays little attention to the billioanire when he floats towards you and takes you by the hand. Nervously, you accept and allow him to carry you with both hands. You're amazed at how light you feel in comparison to him.

"Pathetic too." the Krytponian declared before flying away with you in tow. You take note of how high you are from the ground. Even some of the buildigns that would far taller than you on the ground looke dlike ants. You could feel yourself getting a little nauseous so you try to look at the sky ahea dof you instead of thinking about how you would land if you were to fall.

"Apart from the broken nose. Are you okay ma'am?" He asks with concern. You look to his handsome, chiseled face.

>A: Tell him you just want to go home.
>B: Tell him tot ake you back to the agency.
>C: Say nothing.
>D: Say you're okay.
>E: Say you're not okay.
>F: Other.

>>3451252
>E: Say you're not okay.
>A: Tell him you just want to go home.

>>3451258
+1
"And... sorry about calling you a freak, I was just really scared."

>>3451258
Support

>E: Say you're not okay.
>A: Tell him you just want to go home.

You tell him you just want to go home and that you;re not okay. Quite the opposite in fact. You just want to pretend this didn't happen. For as long as you can sleep anyway. He nods and asks you to inform him of your address. You were hesitant at first to inform him but you decided that you could proabbaly trust him more than the man who just tried to kill you.

"Havenell. Twenty-second aveneu. There;s an apartment block there." you tell him. He changes direction and focuses on flying to the upper right.

"And... sorry about calling you a freak, I was just really scared."

It's quite alright." he said with a smile. You feel relaxed that he wasn't irate about your earlier insult. As far as what could be apparent on his face anyway.

"I''ve been called worse many times by others in stressful situations like you. Nothing I would obsess over." he said in a relaxed voice. At first you wodnere dhow he could be so relaxed but you then recalled that he's used to flying and that he's dealt with natural disasters and giant robots before as well as inter-galactic tyrants.

You feel tiny even if you were just a few inches shorter than him.

He gets close to your home. An apartment block containing around 26 apartments of decent quality. That of course could be improved or worsened depending on who resided in them.

>A: Land on the roof and n use the roof door.
>B: Land on the ground and use the front door.
>C: Land on the ground and use the fire escape.
>D: Land directly outside your window.
>E: Other.

>>3452293
>A: Land on the roof and n use the roof door.
We've dealth with one Superman freak tonight, the last thing we need is his fans / the paparazzi getting wind of this rescue and making our life difficult.

So that means stick to the roof where there's less witnesses, and don't lead anyone directly to your door.

>>3452293
>A: Land on the roof and n use the roof door.
"You don't happen to have any normal clothes, do you? I'd just die if one of my neighbors saw me in this ridiculous get up... Oh! Uh, no offense."

And here I was thinking we'll have a near death experience and turn into some kind of parahuman Worm style!

But we're just a beat-up whore.

>>3452293
C

>A: Land on the roof and use the roof door.

You tell him you wish to be placed on the roof. Who'd want to potentially get noticed being carried by Super-Mna himself like this? Espescially when you feel so vulnerable and humiliated.

Speaking of humiliation...

"You don't happen to have any normal clothes, do you? I'd just die if one of my neighbors saw me in this ridiculous get up... Oh! Uh, no offense."

He kindly looks to you before shrugging.

"This suit doesn;t have pockets. So it's up to luck that no one sees you I'm afraid." You sigh and cross your arms with a frown. This night just got a little more frustrating.

He gently sets you down upon the roof. As your spandex covered feet set upon the cold gravel He watches you as you approach the door. You suppose he's making sure you get in safely. Not that you can find any reason to be scared of danger around here.

>A: Enter wordlessly.
>B: Thank him.
>C: Ask him if he would like to join you.
>D: Ask him if you should move out now that he knows where you live.
>E: Ask him if he would like to take this costume for someone like super-girl .
>F: Other.

>>3453440
>D: Ask him if you should move out now that he knows where you live.
Ask what we're supposed to do now that Lex will surely be after our ass literally?

>>3453445
C and this

>>3453440
>B
and then
>>3453445

>B: Thank him.
>C: Ask him if he would like to join you.
>D: Ask him if you should move out now that he knows where you live.

You thank him. All he does is smile

"It's no problem at all ma'am."

You take a step toward the door. Just as you were about to make a full walk to it you stop yourself and turn to face the hero again.

"What do I do now that Lex is probably gonna' want to keep my mouth shut?" you ask as Super-Man puts a hand to his chin and thinks.

"Luthor's going to want to keep this under the carpet. You should expect a visit but not from him. Someone who'll try to buy your silence on his behalf."

Buy your silence? You were already on the receiving end of an attempted murder, so you’re not feeling too confident about his prediction.

"I... think it's probably best if you come in with me. In case he just thinks a bullet to the head's a more efficient way of getting me to keep my mouth shut."

He thinks to himself again. You notice the clear uncertainty on his face. You started to feel uncertain yourself in a "fearing for your life" kind of way.

"Sure. If anyone tries anything then, well, it's me they'd be seeing. Mostly they just try to run these days."

With relief you smile and enter the door as he closely followed behind you. You felt a little paranoid that his eyes were paying close attention to the tightness of the suit emphasizing your firm rear but you decided that he probably gets it a lot more than you. So you didn't mind either way.

You were nervous that someone may have seen the both of you as you traversed down the staircase but fortunately most seemed to be asleep and the ones who were not were the kind who liked to spend their time outside from what you could tell by the sound of closing door sin the early mornings.

You get to your apartment door on the third floor and find the key under the mat as always. You unlock it and enter with the Man of Steel entering after you. Something you were still kind of trying to wrap your mind around especially now that you were looking at him standing in your very lounge room.. He seemed impressed by what he was seeing. A tastily decorated room in.

>A: Red and White.
>B: Black and Blue.
>C: Orange and Black.
>D: Pink and White.
>E: Yellow and Green.
>F: Red and Blue.
>G: Other.

>>3453635
A

>>3453635
>C: Orange and Black.

>>3453635
>G: Green and Ivory

>>3453635
>G Black and White, very minimalist and spartan, with a lot of the furniture having smoothed edges, and paintings from a Jackson Pollock original to a dadaesque recreation of the Fountain as the centrepiece to your living room.

>>3453635
>>3453687
>>3453635
Support
We're a high class whore after all.

>>3453762
idk, pollock paintings are a bit much

>>3453846
Alright then do black+white minimalist with classy paintings than an average woman of the night won't have the cash for, but nothing that costs an arm and a leg / belongs in a museum.

>G Black and White, very minimalist and spartan, with a lot of the furniture having smoothed edges, and paintings from a classy oil paintings of urban landscapes to a dadaesque recreation of the Fountain as the centrepiece to your living room.

You weren't certain at first, but you think that Super-Man lieks what he sees from his awed expression. He looks to a tall, modern bookshelf containing rows of books.

"You read?" he asks. You felt a little offended at his surprise but you nod your head without letting it be known. Mostly it's stocked with romance novels and thrillers. But also something that showed you knew a little more than just how to make a man hit his peak.

>A: Science. (Insert your preferred field here.)
>B: Weaponry. (Inser the type here.)
>C: Magic and illusion.
>D: Music.
>E: Aristry. (Insert type here.)
>F: Acrobatics and body stretching.
>G: Yoga.
>H: Classics and poetry.
>I: Combat. (Insert kind here)
>J: Other.

>>3454077
>C: Magic and illusion.
>F: Acrobatics and body stretching.
These two pair well together? We like the magic and mystique of the circus.

Heck maybe we were a sexy magician's assistant before, and that's how we got the connections to get into the type of upscale agency that Luthor frequents once we left.

>>3454077
>I: A gigantic black book bound in beautiful leather with gold chinese characters on the front, and in english; Sun Tzu's Art of War. Inside the book is actually a compilation, containing the complete Art of War, The Prince, On War, and Karl Von Franz letters to his generals.

And before you say this is too much, I own this book in real life.

>>3454351
I like it. Comprehensive and applicable in everyday life (tactics for dealing with men, lol).

>I: Combat. A gigantic black book bound in beautiful leather with gold chinese characters on the front, and in english; Sun Tzu's Art of War. Inside the book is actually a compilation, containing the complete Art of War, The Prince, On War, and Karl Von Franz letters to his generals.

Super-Man notices the book stuck out a little further than the others. He takes it from the shelf, and flicks through a few pages before closing it.

"The Art of War?" He smiles to himself. "I know a certain someone in the League who has this. Tries to make everyone else on the team read it whenever he gets the chance."

You nod and turn to look towards a tall mirror hanging on the right wall. "Helps with the job." you explain as you look to see the damage Lex did to your face you feel a little dismayed to see the drying blood all over it. Some of it staining the top of the suit just below the neckline. You sigh and decided that this would be a good time to take a shower. So you inform Super-Man of your intent to clean yourself. He nods and decides to observe the paintings more closely as you enter the bathroom.

You slowly pull the zipper at the back of the suit down and remove it with a sigh of relief. Then you peel away the stockings from your legs and turn on the shower in the large, glass framed shower. Though the circular bath encased in white crystal would have been more relaxing, you wanted to be quick.

As you let the heated water flow down you thoughts race through your head about the night's events and the super-hero in your home. You're not as excited as you know most women or men would be to have Super-Man in their apartment. Since he's here you supposed that there could be more to find out.

>A: Ask him if he’s worried about Luthor.
>B: Ask him about the Justice League.
>C: Ask him about his relationships.
>D: Ask him about his super hero life.
>E: Ask him what he thinks of your apartment.
>F: Other.

>>3455835
>D: Ask him about his super hero life.
>E: Ask him what he thinks of your apartment.

"Bet you're shocked huh? Yeah well, I wanted to be an artist. Once I got out of art school, I couldn't get more than twenty bucks for my work, if I was lucky. Didn't take me long to figure out that people were much more interested in my body than my brilliant mind...

>>3455835
A
D

>D: Ask him about his super hero life.
>E: Ask him what he thinks of your apartment.

You decide to ask him a couple of questions now that you feel fittingly refreshed. You step out of the shower, dry yourself off with a towel, and enter back into the lounge room with a bathrobe hiding your nakedness.

You see that Super-Man is no longer here, so you go into the hallway while hoping he did not go into the room where you think he may have entered.

That room being the first room you check. The second door to the left. You find him standing in there. Admiring your paintings on the wall and more especially your king sized bed. He places a hand on it and seems amazed at how far it sinks in.

"Wow. This is really soft," he exclaims as he looks to your impressively shining, white, and towering wardrobe.

"Don’t look in there," you tell him as he turns to look at you with confused eyes.

"I keep some... private material in it."

"Oh," he says quietly and curiously. Quickly he turns away from it and looks to you with a light shade of red melting into his cheeks.

"Well thank you for warning me."

You smile at his flustered expression.

"You like my place?" you ask. He looks around.

"Well it's certainly bigger than mine here. More expressive too."

As you think of how you came to be here, you speak in a nostalgic tone that you didn’t notice.

""Bet you're shocked huh? Yeah well, I wanted to be an artist. Once I got out of art school, I couldn't get more than twenty bucks for my work, if I was lucky. Didn't take me long to figure out that people were much more interested in my body than my brilliant mind..."

It's clear he's listening attentively.

"Well so long as you keep trying there's less chance you fail. Even if it's by a small one."

"Sure," you say doubtfully. But now you wanted to know more about this man everyone in this city can't seem to stop obsessing over.

"So what's your story? You just appeared out of thin air? Or did you just have some sort of freak accident like so many of you meta-human type seem to share in common?"

He shook his head. Then spoke quietly.

"I'm not from here. I come from a planet called Krypton. I don’t have a single memory of it even."

You could tell that he found discussing it to be of some difficulty. Especially because despite knowing his origin there is so little of the world he really knows. So you wondered whether to move the subject something related to him, but closer to the present.

>A: Continue asking about Krypton.
>B: Ask about his current life.
>C: Change the subject entirely.
>D: Stay silent.
>E: Other.

>>3456476
>B: Ask about his current life.

>>3456476
>B: Ask about his current life.
"So... there must be somebody out there with a stake in the Man of Steel's heart..."

"So... there must be somebody out there with a stake in the Man of Steel's heart..." you ask in effort to get him to focus on a present and, presumably, happier moment.

That was confirmed with his proud smile as he looks at his hand.

"Oh... there is," he says. Your eyes follow his attention to the large, clear diamond mounted on the gold band.

You know jewels and you could instantly see it’s a fake.

>A: point it out to him.
>B: Don’t mention it.

>>3457591
A

>>3457591
>B: Don’t mention it.

>>3457591
>B: Don’t mention it.
I doubt someone else bought his ring

>B: Don't mention it

You decide not to tell him about what you observed. You supposed it was just what it represents that matters.

A knock on the door draws the attention of both you and Super-Man. You move to approach it but he motions for you to stay while he looks at the door for a moemtn before turning back to you.

"It's Mercy. It looks like she isn't armed." he whispers.

>A: Let her in.
>B: Don't let her in.
>C: Try and get out through the fire escape.
>D: Talk to her through the door.
>E: Ask Super-Man to "escort" her out of the building.
>F: Other.

>>3459335
>D: Talk to her through the door.
This confrontation has gotta happen at some point, might as well do it when we have the man if steel conveniently on hand

>>3459335
>>A: Let her in

>>3459335
>D: Talk to her through the door.

>D: Talk to her through the door.

Nervously, you step to your door and look through the peep-hole to find Mercy, dressed as she was the last time you saw her, standing with the same stoic expression.

"What do you want?" you say with hidden suspicion as the right-hand of Luthor coughs into her mouth.

"Just so you know, I'm here too," said Super-Man. Mercy had a look of deep thought on her face. As if she was heavily considering on what to do next now that she knew the nemesis of her boss was in the apartment with you.

She sighed before reaching into her pocket. Your breath hitches as you wonder whether to immediately get away from the door or not until you see the white paper.

"I come with a proposition from Mr. Luthor. He has an offer for you."

Mercy bends down and slips the envelope beneath the door. As soon as you pick it up and look through the peep-hole again, you see that she has already left.

"Well, I suppose he would want you to read what he has to offer. He's usually that confident." said Super-Man with an eye roll.

>A: Open it.
>B: Set it aside.
>C: Ask Super-Man to open it.
>D: Get rid of it. (Insert preferred method of disposal here.)

>>3460535
>A: Open it.
If he's given it to Mercy it's ''"probably''' not rigged with explosives...

>>3460535
>A: Open it.

>>3460535
A

>A: Open it.

Nervously, you tear off the top of the envelope and pull out a piece of paper with computer text on it. Carefully, you read it.

"Super-Woman."

You roll your eyes.

"I apologize for recent events on this night. I can only hope that you are in a forgiving mood. Needless to say, this night has been embarrassing for both of us, but it does not have to be any more so.

Fifty-thousand. Not a single cent out of place. That, along with my absence from your life."

You look to Super-Man. He has his hand on his chin in thought. You turn your attention back to the letter.

"Regards, Lex Luthor."

You turn your attention back to the Man of Steel. Hoping for a response.

"Well, it's your choice. Knowing Lex, he won't make a mess if he thinks it's not worth it."

You think back to the previous couple of hours that lead to this point. Still feeling sore in more ways than one about it.

>A: Accept it.
>B: Say you won't accept it.
>C: Eat the letter.
>D: Burn the letter.
>E: Demand more.
>F: Other

>>3461460
>A: Accept it.
>D: Burn the letter
Because we're not fucking ending the night empty handed. Also going back for more is pushing our luck.

>>3461531
Support

>>3461531
This, we should just be glad he hasn't decided to just kill us straight up. Although this could just be to lull us in a false sense of security, although I don't really know why Lex would care that much about some whore.

>A: Accept it.
>D: Burn the letter

You decide to accept his offer. Setting it aflame would also help in hiding the evidence.

Not to mention cathartically relieving yourself of the mess that came of going up to that penthouse.

"Fine. He can buy me. But this is going up in smoke," you declare as Super-Man nods. You retrieve a lighter from a drawer in the kitchen and exit the apartment through the window. You step onto the cold fire escape in bare feet. Quickly lighting the paper, you watch the letter turn into a bright glow almost instantly as you let the winds carry it away from you. You feel a sense of release as you see that glow get carried further up into the night sky.

You feel Super-Man approach you as he looks up to see the glow too.

"I'm just glad this night's almost over."

OP Note: Done for now. Might make a sequel if you guys want.

If I do look out for “The Call Girl’s Adventures in Metropolis: 1”

Feel free to add suggestions. Can't guarantee they will be utilized but you have a chance.

Should I delete this thread? I think I may need the space.

>>3461621
Thanks for running. I'd like to see the gangs and underworld if you do a sequel. And no, you can't delete a thread several days after several days.

>>3461621
I'm down for our intrepid call girl getting mixed up in more superhero antics. Always liked outsider POVs

But why limit her to just Metropolis? If she's that high class I can imagine her clients taking her to other cities if they need a pretty thing to hang off their arm during a corporate meeting or whatever- cities like Costal city, or Star city? Or maybe even Goth- actually scratch that, no amount of money is worth spending any time in Gotham.

Also you're allowed liked 5 threads on the board from the same IP, so just archive this one and let it drop off.

>>3461621
I'd be down for another thread, as for suggestions like other anons said why limit it to metropolis, you have a whole world of weird super hero bullshit to write with.

As for a scenario I think having the call girl run into Taskmaster and he becomes entranced with her elegant charm, hiring her for a evening to learn all her skills, would be fairly amusing.