Ruby
and Sapphire woke up Superstud with a blowjob and a blast of coke at 4pm.
"Superstudddddd, wakey wakey! Time to go to work
stud!" They both cooed in unison.
"Aw
fuck, I'm tired as fuck but okay. Da boss won't want me late on de first
day." Superstud rolled out of bed. He staggered over to the
bathrrom, and cleaned up. He didn't shave, but took a shower and brushed
his teeth. He didn't think he needed to but the girls were insistent that
he look and smell good. Hanson's place was a high class strip club after
all.
Candy
was still asleep when he came out dressed in a cheap suit that didn't fit
well. Ruby and Sapphire both smiled and clapped. "Superstud,
you look like a redneck who has never worn a suit! Perfect look for
you!" Sapphire said as she saluted him.
"Good
ta hear it babes, cause dat's what I am."
Superstud
flew out the window and zipped over to the club.
The
bouncer at the door told him "Right on time. Go back and see the
boss, he will lay out your job for tonight."
Superstud
headed back. On the way he broke up a fight that was starting over one of
the dancers between two spoiled brats who were star players on the college
football team. He grabbed both of them lifted them up and simply said
"Yous ijits need to calm it da fuck down. Dis here is a high class
joint, no fighten. Dig?" Both players each being held over
Superstud's head with one arm simply nodded.
“Good,
you don’t wanna fuck wit me, so if you stay, you stay cool.” Spuerstud told them as he dropped them both
to the floor.
Mr.
Hanson was all smiles when Superstud walked in.
“I was watching on the video monitor.
Excellent job, quick, quiet, and calm.
You did exactly right. You get a
bonus at the end of the night for that.”
“Tanks
boss, glad I could help. Now, what yous
need me doing? Bouncing, or more
packages?”
“Tonight
you are going to start on what I sincerely hope turns into a routine gig. You have been rented out as an escort by a
very rich woman. Here’s her
picture. Recognize her?” Mr. Hanson asked as he had Superstud a photo
and a card.
“Nope,
can’t say I do. Pretty hot though fer a
rich chick.” SUperstud replied.
“No
problem, she wouldn’t be in your regular circle anyway. Here’s the skinny, she is one of the richest
women in Metropolis, a major socialite, and a widow. No foul play or gold digging here, just bad
luck. But she has no interest in getting
remarried and would rather not have arm candy.
As far as the public knows, she doesn’t do anything. Reality is that she had been a good customer
for one nighters for about 3 years. And
since I have kept absolutely quiet and even fixed someone who was trying to
blackmail her she trusts me fully”
Mr.
Hanson looked Superstud directly in the eye.
“This woman is a VERY important client.
She knows she is getting the former Superman and it turns out having him
make love to her was always her fantasy.
But something has happened to you though. That coke that you have been having has been
interacting with the Trash on some of your bitches. If you fuck a normal woman, you will Trash
her and it will be permanent. And we are
gonna make it permanent.”
“We’re
gonna turn dis chick into a Trash Ho boss?”
Superstud asked with a smile. “I
tink that’ll be a blast!”
“Yeah,
we are. When you meet up with her, you
Trash her with this.” Mr. Hanson handed
Superstud a spray bladder like Candy had used on the cop and Batgirl the night
before. “Once you start having fun, you
stop her, and have her sign this form.
Once she does that, everything is set and you can fuck her brains
out. When you are done, take her back to
your place, dump her off with Ruby and Sapphire, and then bring the paperwork
to me. Got it?”
Superstud
licked his lips and rubbed his hands together.
“No probs boss, dis ho is in da bag!”
Superstud
went into a dressing room and changed into a actual Superman costume as per the
customer’s request, and then flew off.
The client was easy to find, she owned the top three floors of one of
tallest buildings in the city and the top floor was her private domain.
Superstud
quickly and quietly flew up to the rooftop cabana where the client waited.
“I’m
impressed, I didn’t believe Mr. Hanson when he said he could actually provide
the real Superman for an evening. But
again he comes through. I guess I will see
if you are worth the 10 million he has asked for.” The lady said gesturing to a case on the
table.
“Oh
I am, trust me.” Superstud replied as he
checked out the woman. Mid-30’s, in
great shape, nice 36 D tits, brown hair, shapely figure, manicure, professionally
done hair, obviously expensive jewelry, white designer dress, and wearing a
sable coat that showed of the dress and matching white heels. Of course she had perfect poise, and
makeup. Her whole attitude and bearing
flashed money, style, power, and class like a neon sign.
Superstud
strode up to her like a conquering warrior.
He could see the excitement in her eyes as he closed on her and just as
he got within arms reach of her…
FOOMP!
The
Trash hit her full in the chest, coated her, and began working. Superstud stood back and licked his
lips. While the woman had been very
attractive before, he liked trashy and cheap.
And after tonight, whatever class this bitch had would be in the gutter
along with her mind.
After
about a minute the Trash cleared and Superstud let out a low wolf whistle. The woman in front of him was shorter, hair
was a lot longer, straight and bleached blonde with black roots, makeup slutty
and heavy, tits increased to a 38 DD, and nice beestung lips.
“Ah,
much better. You got a name ho? Or you need one? If you gonna be Superstud’s bitch you need a
nice slutty name.” Superstud asked as he
openly leered at the woman.
In
a high pitched, air head voice, the woman replied. “Like, my name was Tracy. But that is soooooo, like, boring. Call me Trixie!”
“K
Trixie. You wanna fuck?” Superstud wasn’t going to waste time with a
new bitch and wanted to get right into breaking her in.
“Squeeee! Like TOTALLY!
Take me from behind like I’m a bitch in heat!” Trixie replied.
“Sure
babes, but first, yous need to sign dis paper.
Use yer old name when you sign it.
It’s on the card if you can’t remember it.” Superstud held out the paper.
“Okie
dokie! No probs baby!” Trixie quickly signed (she did have to use
the card to help her spell her last name), and then spun around and kissed
Superstud deeply.
“All
done, can we fuck now?
Pleeeaasssseeeee?”
“Shit
yeah baby, you are about to become the next bitch in my harem.” Superstud said as he pulled off the sable
coat. He used his heat vision to cut it
in half like a nice streetwalker coat, and then tossed it aside. He then spun Trixie around, bent her over a
couch, pulled up her dress, ripped off her panties and fucked her doggie style.
“OH
BABY! Oh BABY! OOOOOOOOHHHHHH BAAAAAABBBBBBBYYYYYYY!” Trixie screamed and trashed like a dog in
heat. Superstud blasted a load into her
and then spun her around on his dick.
Trixie immediately lunged forward and kissed Superstud deeply. Superstud used his heat vision to cut her
dress to pieces and then motorboated on her tits while thrusting into her. Trixie climaxed again, and was passing out
when Superstud gave her a snort of his special coke. That immediately woke her up and then fucked
in every position all over the cabana for another couple of hours.
When
they were done, Trixie was a limp mess, and Superstud was feeling great. He had had a couple snorts of coke, and after
the fuckfest he was nice and relaxed. He
took a dip in the pool to wash off, and then policed up Trixie. Trixie was pretty out of it, but he had her
lead him to the safe and her jewelry collection which he also policed up.
“You
won’t be needen dis stuff. Yous gonna
come and be one o my bitches at my pad, so Candy, she’s my number 1 bitch, is
goona take care o everyting. Yous don’t
need des stones anyway, way to classy for a ho like you. You need nice and cheap plastic bracelets and
big hooker hoop earrings.”
“Yeah,
of course stud. Trash like me needs to,
like totally dress the part.” Trixie
replied giggling as she twisted a strand of hair around her finger.
Superstud
had Trixie dress in the sluttiest dress he could find, the tackiest jewelry,
and some 6 inch platform heels. He let
her take the modified Sable coat. She
put on heavy slutty makeup and then minced up to Superstud. “Okay loverboy, like take me to you
loveshack!”
Superstud
grinned and flew off with the newly trashed bimbo in his arms. He stopped by the Pad and dumped Trixie off
with Sapphire and Ruby. He gave them
some of the cash and told them to go shopping in some cheap slutty clothing
shops and get properly decked out. He
then headed back to the club.
Mr.
Hanson and Candy were waiting for him. “Oh
baby, I’m sooooo proud of my Superstud!
You first day and what a haul!”
Candy’s eyes were wide on the pile of diamonds and gems and jewels. Mr. Hanson chuckled as he fingered the fat
stacks of cash and the power of attorney that gave him complete control (via a
proxy to throw off any investigators) of Miss Devenshire’s fortune.
“This
will work well. Why kill someone when
you can make them give you everything you want.
Superstud is the greatest hitman in the world! Anyone who does find her can’t do anything
because she WANTS to be Superstud’s fucktoy!”
“Superstud,
you have done very well. 10% goes into
your account. Candy you may have your
pick of the jewelry for yourself. As you
are Superstud’s number 1 bitch, you need to look the part. Diamonds, and only the biggest and best for
you from now on, as well as the finest furs.”
Candy beamed while Mr. Hanson continued.
“Also, Ruby and Sapphire jewels for Ruby and Sapphire, they need to look
the part. Real gems will indicate
position in your group. Trixie, and
others like her, get only the cheap stuff.”
“Oh,
the girls will be thrilled Mr. Hanson, that is a great idea!” Candy smiled as she put on some of the
diamonds.
“Now,
Superstud, you have done a great job tonight but I have one more task for
you. I need you and Candy to go into one
of our special rooms and shoot a porno.
Candy already knows what to say, you just follow her lead and fuck her
brains out. Questions?”
“Shit
no boss, yous don’t gotta tell me twice ta fuck!”
Candy
giggled as she led Superstud to the room.
A cheesy round kingsized bed with red satin sheets and mood lighting was
there with some built in cameras. “Okay
stud, just let me do an introduction and then follow my lead.”
“Heeeeeyyyyyyy
everyone. I’m Candy, and this is my
boyfriend Superstud. He used to be
Superman, but he decided to retire from being a hero and take a much more
entertaining job. And he is great at
this new job, “Candy turned and began to run her fingernails over his chest and
grope his crotch, “I PROMISE. We are
going to give you folks out there a show and if you like what you see, then
call the number below and let’s talk.”
With
that Candy turned and kissed Superstud.
She then deftly slipped to her knees, whipped out his cock and gave him
wonderful head. And then they proceeded
to fuck. They fucked for nearly two
hours, in every possible position and way.
And to finish it off, Superstud hovered in mid-air again while Candy
rode him cowgirl style. After climaxed
Superstud and a now nearly comatose Candy drifted gently down onto the bed and passed out.
Mr.
Hanson watched from his office while Natasha was giving him a blowjob. He couldn’t help it, watching Superstud work
was simply to much of a turn on.
“Well
Sid, edit it, and send it out. I figure
we will have plenty of action based on that.
Wake up Superstud in four hours and have him film another one with Bambi
and Mai.”
“You
got it, boss. And we got a thank you
from the Chairman of the Board from Ms. D’s company, he said he was able to
conduct the take over with no issues.
Shouldn’t be any waves over it.”
“Good,
now that our proof of concept is done, send out the word to some of our other
clients about our special “service”. I’m
headed home for the night.”