greed gamer chp 3

January 5th 2010 The House 9:00 PM EDT

Now listen, I wasn't an idiot. When a pretty woman with crazy eyes gets in your face and starts whispering about religion, the common sense move is to GTFO. But there were two things stopping me. The first was that Whisper Thickbooty and her thugtacular bodyguard were obviously rich as hell. Whoever they represented had a damn sight more resources than I did, and I kind of wanted to steal those resources.

The second reason was that I had literally just decided to convert a select few ladies and gentlemen into my loyal minions, and based on the way this cute little nutcase was talking we had similar criteria. I could use them to scout out potential talent and then snatch it right out of their grasp. Which was the only reason I was deciding to humor her, definitely not because I wanted to clap those ridonculous cheeks until this wacky bitch decided I was her new god.

Ok it was definitely partly the latter. But I wasn't thinking with my dick this time, or not entirely, because the more I looked at pretty Whisper the more I couldn't shake a really fantastic idea. This slutty little preacher girl was devoted to her religion, she was obviously trying to get me to convert. But what if I converted HER? What if I STOLE her from them? How many greed points would she be worth? Could she help me convert more people?

Even if she couldn't the thought of becoming this sweet little bitch's new god was intoxicating. I didn't want her to squeal on my cock like Barbie did. I wanted her to worship it. I swallowed hard at the mental image of what I was going to do to her, but even my control had limits. I saw her stiffen as she felt me...well...stiffen. I might have been able to hold it back if I'd really wanted to, but this little bitch was waving that thing around at me since minute one, and I wanted to show her that I had a big fat piece of equipment to bring to the table too.

Despite what my detractors may have said in the past, my confidence wasn't all bravado. I had a big fat cock. That was just a fact. Ten inches long and fucking thick, and when pretty Whisper felt my python up against her stomach, she fucking NOTICED. She swallowed hard, but forced herself to step back despite her fast breathing and slight flush. I calmed my hard on with my excellent bodily control but I knew I'd hooked her. I smiled at her. "I'd really love to learn about your religion Whisper. But I don't have to take a vow of chastity or anything do I?"

Whisper licked her lips and stared up at me from hooded eyes. "Not at all Nicky. The Religion of Crime believes in hedonism, in sin. Any depraved, deviant act you want to perform is within your rights. You can take anything you want as long as you're one of us. Anything...or anyone." I was pretty positive at this point they were trying to hook my family fortune, because donkey dick or not this bitch was panting for me to join her little church way too hard.

I cleared my throat. "Well Whisper, I think I'd like to learn more. How about we take care of tonight's business and we can arrange a time for me to come listen to some of your teachings. Though I'd also be open to some...private tutelage." As much as I wanted her bunny hopping on my cock right this minute I was hoping she would invite me to something more formal so I could meet more recruits.

Sure enough despite the obvious temptation she smoothed her dress down with shaking hands. "Of course Nicky, you would be welcome at one of our gatherings. We're always looking for leaders and visionaries who are willing to stand above the flock. I think sitting in on a meeting would be very enlightening to you." She fluttered her lashes at me. "After the sermon I can arrange some private time so we can answer all your questions about the Religion. I promise we won't leave until you're completely satisfied."

I smiled at her, ignoring Ugly's annoyed sight as they escorted me outside to get the knives. I passed them the case with the ten blades and Whisper took one out, clearly elated by the information that had appeared in her head. I'd had to go the bookstore to snag a few knife fighting manuals but throwing together a few I rank knives was cheap and easy. She tested each one thoroughly, clearly a detail oriented person, and then locked them up with a nod. She gave me a charming smile. "Well, this seems to be in order Nicky, how about we drop these off and head back inside to take in the show. The main event tonight is supposed to be marvelous."

She passed off the knives to Ugly and took my arm, pressing up against me delightfully as we walked. I leaned down to talk to her as Ugly walked away. "So, in your religion I should take what I want?" I put my arm around her waist as we strolled along, bypassing the guards without a problem. Whisper didn't pull away, sidling in a bit closer to me as we walked back over to the railing of the pit to wait for the match. I ran my thump over her hip as we stared down at the fighters, waiting for her response. I could trace her skin through the slit in her dress.

She swallowed heavily, looking around to make sure no one was looking. "Powerful young men should be unrestrained with their desires. It's how we get great criminals." She looked up at me hungrily. "If you're a real criminal you take whatever you see that makes you hungry. You just reach out and grab it." I slid my hand under her dress through the slit as we leaned against the railing, toying with her lacy g string with my fingers as her nails dug into me arm. She pulled herself harder against me.

I slid my fingers under her panties, tracing the lips of her sopping pussy as she gasped a bit. I whispered in her ear. "So you're saying that whatever I want is already mine. I just need to show it who it belongs to?" She was panting a bit faster, biting her lip and nodding over and over. "Good. Because I've wanted something since we first met, and I'm going to take it." I shoved two fingers up her wet pussy and her eyes fluttered. I stroked her clit with my thumb. "This is what you want me to do right Whisper? Tell me what a good job I'm doing."

She flattened herself against, eyes unfocused as I slipped my fingers into her cunt to find her g-spot and slowly stroke it. "It's...it's good, Nicholas. It's so good. This is how a man should be. So good. This is the kind of crime a stud like you should do best." She fisted her hands in my shirt, grinding her hips. "Steal my cunt baby, take it for your own." She was heaving and panting and writhing, and then...I stopped. I pulled my fingers out and slapped that fat ass once for good measure.

She blinked at me... confused and off balance and so horny she couldn't speak. I wasn't going to get her off. I might be able to fuck her stupid but I couldn't break her brain like that. I needed to make her think about me as much as she thought about her little religion. I needed to make her obsessed. I sank my hand into her ass cheek and whispered in her ear."I only steal the most valuable loot. You better work for it if you want me to take you." Then I stuck the two fingers I'd just had up her twat between those full lips. Some of her pussy juice had wiped off on the dress but some hadn't.

Her eyes were wide as she stared at me, but slowly she licked my fingers off, tenderly cleaning each one gently with her soft little tongue. I pulled my hand back and stepped away, leaving her supporting herself bonelessly against the railing when Ugly returned. She kept shooting looks at me as I stood casually off to one side. I winked her and she looked away, holding onto the railing.

I grinned to myself. She was confused now. Horny and annoyed and conflicted. My father always said that the most memorable emotion isn't love or hate, but frustration. We may forget the things we cherished or those we wanted to destroy, but we always remember that which escaped our grasp. I checked to make sure we had a few minutes before the match and excused myself to go to the bathroom, giving Whisper time to think about me for a while when I wasn't around. Then I'd pop back up and remind her of my presence again.

Speaking of reminders, this entire encounter had lit a bit of a fire in my belly. I wanted some progress with an older woman, wanted to remind a certain blonde milf that I was desirable. I pulled out my cock, rock hard from playing with Whisper, and snapped a quick picture, attaching it to a message that said. "I don't usually send things like this, but since you wanted to see so bad when we were at the movies." Then sent it off to Dinah. I waited about ten seconds then shot off a second text. "FUCK I'm so sorry Dinah, that wasn't for you."

Of course, it obviously was. But saying it wasn't gave her an excuse to pretend like I hadn't just blown our whole dynamic up. Of course, she could just ignore me from now on, but I had a decent read on Dinah. She liked my attention, she subconsciously compared me to her boyfriend, and the more busy he was the more she craved my notice. I waited for a minute or two for a response. Before I finally got a response. "Be more careful who you send things like that to." The text sat there for a minute or two before I got another. "You took a girl to the movies?"

I grinned. That was a perfect response. I also noted she hadn't mentioned deleting the picture and I hadn't said anything about it either. "Yeah, but I wasn't really feeling it. She wanted a picture really bad so I figured why not, but honestly I don't think she's my type. Lately I've been pretty focused on blondes." Before she could respond I texted. "Out with friends sorry to bother you, just barely got up the courage to send that. Talk later ok?" Then I slipped my phone back in my pocket.

It had been risky texting Dinah like that, but her response was picture perfect, so I just left her to stew and went back to the caked up redhead I was tormenting. Despite having blueballed myself like six times I had to smile as I reached the railing, noting Whisper's intense stare. I may not have fucked either girl but I was laying groundwork. For now I should just enjoy the satisfaction of a job well done. As I stared down at the ring the announcer called the big match for tonight's card.

I looked down at the pit as the shrunken helmeted form of Atomic Skull stepped out. Atomic Skull was the reigning champion, but I had to admit the man was less than impressive. On the other side of the ring a massive man with dark skin wearing a golden helmet and a blue chestplate took the stage. He looked nervous and out of place, worried about being here but determined. He also look vulnerable. I smiled to myself. Assuming he survived, I might need to have a chat with this guy. He seemed like he could use a bit of an edge.

January 5th 2016 The House 10:00 PM EDT

Whisper and Ugly didn't try to keep me around too long after the fight. The guy in the gold helmet "Guardian", did an admirable job against Atomic Skull for a normal guy. But in the end, he was just that, a normal guy. He was here to put butts in seats because of brand recognition, not to take down the champ. Most cage matches had "prestige" fights like these once in a while. Someone with a jumped up rep or a bit of a name for themselves to get their shit kicked in and make their star fighter look badass.

I slipped away from the two buyers after the match, receiving the three hundred thousand and officially jumping up to thirty three thousand points. A tidy little nest egg that would let me crank all my people to G rank with enhancement drugs if I so chose, but I didn't, because I only had twenty seven vials of the stuff left. Instead I decided to hold onto the points for now and focus on testing out this balanced version from before. I followed Guardian out around the back of the pit, to the lower areas of the arena, and watched him take his helmet off and hurl it across the room.

He had tears in his eyes. Not like streaming tears of heartbreak, but angry tears of frustration with his situation. He punched the wall with a grunt, then kicked it a few times, pouring out all the pent up aggression he hadn't managed to get close enough to use on Atomic Skull. He was angry, hurt, and lost. In short, he was perfect. I grinned to myself in the shadows, before wiping the smile off my face and stepping out into the dim light of the service area we were in. "Hey man, are you alright?"

He jumped, whirling around to glare at me, but I just put my hands up and tried to look harmless. Being the child of a career supervillain you learn lots of things. Some useful, some not, but all of them tend to stick with you. One of the most memorable to me was my fathers lessons on picking minions. Some people pick for brawn, some people pick for brains, some people pick for loyalty. My father was of the school of thought that one should pick ones minions based on one quality. Desperation.

Paying someone to do something is never as effective as motivating them with their own desires, and even loyalty can be bought or broken. But if you find someone who needs something bad enough, and make yourself the only person who can give it to them, you'll have a minion who will never turn on you. The second I saw Guardian in that ring I knew I was going to recruit him. He was young, strong, fairly skilled, and lost. But more than that, he was desperate for something, and I was going to give it to him.

His expression wasn't hostile exactly, but i wasn't friendly as he took in my appearance. "Who are you?"I could see his suspicion plain as day. My new enhanced senses and mental processing power made me extremely sensitive to body language, and I'd always been good at pushing buttons. Guardian was frustrated by his loss. He hadn't been expected to win, hadn't really even had a chance. Doing as well as he did was already fantastic, but he wanted more. He was greedy. I could work with that.

I smiled harmlessly. "I'm Nick. I just wanted to come by and say I really admired your fight out there. I mean, you're a regular guy and you made Atomic Skull work for that win. I've never been that badass." I offered him a bit of honest praise in the form of salt in his wound. it wasn't what he wanted or needed, but it made me seem friendly while reminding him of how angry he was. "But like I said man, are you ok? You kicked ass out there but you seem a bit down."

He flushed, looking at the ground in shame. "I...I really needed the money from this win. My girl has been kind of pulling away. Work has been busy and I just...I feel like she's leaving me behind. I've been thinking about it and I want to show her that I can be in this with her for the long haul, so I wanted to get her a really nice ring and then propose." He sighed. "But I guess that's not going to happen. Honestly I shouldn't have taken this gig at all, she wouldn't be happy if she found out, but I just didn't know what else to do."

I grinned internally. Guardian wasn't upset about not getting the money for a ring. He was insecure. He didn't feel good enough, he felt like a failure. I stepped forward, my face an earnest mask, and I put my hand on his shoulder. "I get you man." He looked up, surprised. "I know how it feels to want to show someone what you can do. To know you have more in you but not be able to make a person you care about see it. I used to be like that. I always knew I had greatness deep down inside, but I couldn't let it out."

I lied shamelessly to his face with the most sincere expression I could put on. This next part was delicate. This had to be his idea. He would go on guard if I tried to sell him a miracle. He had to beg for it. His eyes were locked on mine, intense and unwavering. I could see from his posture that he was hooked. "How did you...how did you show them? How did you make people see you as more than just...just some guy." His voice was raw, exposed, and I knew that Guardian was exactly the kind of person I wanted. Someone who wanted to be special more than anything in the world.

I put on a troubled expression. "I...shit. I'm not supposed to talk about it really. A friend helped me out but he doesn't want it getting around." I looked around, ostensibly to make sure we were alone. "Look, I might get in trouble with him for this, but you seem like a solid guy. I never would have had the guts to bang it out with Atomic Skull before I got the help he gave me. I think you could be pretty amazing. My buddy is a chemist. He used to get bullied a lot when he was younger by kids in his neighborhood. He decided he wanted the power to stand up for himself."

I had to phrase this very carefully. If he decided I was peddling super drugs he might lock up. I needed to him hooked in first. I had an idea of how to do that but I couldn't bring out the method tonight, which meant I needed Guardian to be willing to meet with my "friend" and hear him out. The friend in this case obviously being me. "He's just testing it out right now. He doesn't even have the formula perfected, but it's safe enough he used it on himself and me, and if you want I could ask him to talk to you about it."

He looked uncertain. Conflicted about doing something kind of dubious. But of course, I hadn't asked him to break any laws or commit a crime, just have a talk with a friend of mine. He thought long and hard. I lit up like I had an idea. "Hey, I know, how about we say I'm hiring you to do some official testing for his stuff. You don't have to take anything until he explains it to you, but I can pay a signing bonus so you can buy your girl her ring. Just think of it as a gift from a new friend you inspired."

I gave him my most heartfelt and sincere smile and he chewed his lip a bit before nodding. "Ok. I'll go talk to him. Just to hear him out though, I'm not promising anything yet. But I can listen to a pitch for some drug trials. I really could use the money." He held out his hand. "I'm Mal by the way, Mal Duncan." I took his hand and noticed he had a firm grip, but nothing really crazy. My current grip strength was enough to shatter his whole hand with a single squeeze. I didn't of course, just shook his hand in a friendly greeting.

I shot him a wide smile. "Nick Lord." His eyes widened a bit and I laughed ruefully. "Yeah, those Lords. I know my family isn't the cleanest bunch, try not to judge me too harshly though." I faked an angry expression, clenching my teeth. "I'm not my dad, no matter what anyone says." Which was true, but the vicious resentment I let leak into my tone gave that statement much different context than it might otherwise have had. I held up my phone. "If you want to back out I get it, but if give me your number I can wire over the money now. It's not much to me, but helping out a new friend would mean a lot."

It was suspicious, shady, and potentially stupid, but in the end he accepted and we traded info. i sent over a few thousand bucks, literal pocket change to me now, and Mal's face lit up as he started gushing about his girlfriend and how surprised she would be. He even showed me a picture. She was a cute little thing, not that it mattered. I had very few lines, but I didn't fuck with women who belonged to people I associated with. Mixing revenge and business was a recipe for disaster every time.

Granted that only applied to people I knew directly, and pretty much only if I met them before I started fucking said bimbo. Friends of friends or people who met me after I started sadly had to resign themselves to being cucked. Well, they actually didn't because they usually never knew, but I'd still ball their sweeties anyway. Just no one I actually liked. Man's got to have a code.

Once Mal and I said out goodbyes he took of for home while I slipped off to my car. I checked my texts and saw a goodnight from Dinah. She sent me a pic of her smiling and giving me a little one handed wave. I could see one shoulder bare from her oversized shirt and her hair was mussed. She was obviously at home in bed. I sent her a goodnight in response and then climbed into the car and headed home.

Once I got back to my house where it was safe I took out one of the vials and the bottle of painkillers from the drugstore. They were twelve hour time release capsules and they were J rank. I walked over to my bedside table and opened it up to root through and find a small baggy of coke, also J rank. I merged the painkillers and coke, then I merged the resulting pills with the vial, creating an H ranked serum like the balanced one but just a bit different.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Kobra Pills- H rank. Twelve hour release capsules of temporary mutagen, granting a diluted but impressive strength temporarily. Creates a low level but pervasive sense of euphoria during time of effect. Highly addictive. May cause withdrawal. One hundred pills. Warning: do not ingest more than one at a time.]

I grinned. Perfect. This was exactly what I needed. I could give a capsule to my perspective employees to let them play with their new powers, promising it was just a temporary trial and they never had to do it again. Once they tried it the euphoria mixed with the natural high of their powers would have them begging for another hit.I would make them jump through a few hoops to make sure they couldn't back out and then give them the permanent upgrade, thus flushing the withdrawal symptoms from their upgraded body and killing two birds with one stone.

I put the pills in the pocket of my Kingly Raiment and started my workout for the day. I didn't need the tablet anymore, my new upgraded body could do my old workout for eternity basically and never get tired. Still, I wanted to keep my muscles limber and make sure I was warmed up for the big show when I had my meeting with Mal tomorrow. I had to be in shape for my first night as Mammon.

January 6th 2016 Gotham City Docks 8:00 PM EDT

It had taken very little effort to arrange a meeting for the next night with Mal. Once he bought the ring he was so excited he texted me a picture right away and asked when my friend wanted to meet. He wanted to know if the bonus for the trial was one time only or if he would be getting paid throughout the whole thing, and it was hard not to break into maniacal laughter over the phone.

Still, I managed to sound sincere and upbeat when I arranged for him to meet me in my costume at this warehouse on the Gotham docks. I bought the warehouse through an anonymous shell company (being a Lord I'd learned to set one of those up before I was potty trained) and decided to make it my new base in my identity as Mammon. Operating long term out of Metropolis was just a bad plan. I could just commute until I was at a level to deal with the Kryptonians infesting my city.

So I showed up to my new warehouse and realize the whole place was a fucking pigsty. I decided to have Mal clean this place up as his first official minion job once I had him hooked. In the meantime I chose to stand as I waited for him so I didn't get my swanky suit dirty. I didn't have to wait long. I told him eight o clock and he was here at eight on the dot, pushing the door open as quietly as he could as he looked around nervously. When he didn't see me he decided to call out. "Hello? Anyone here?"

I stepped into the light, catching his attention and admittedly enjoying seeing him jump when he noticed me. I swept into a deep, courteous bow. "Greetings friend. I am Mammon. Please forgive my eccentric method of dress. I suffered an unfortunate accident in my youth and my face looks quite a fright." I'd decided to go with the whole deformed face alibi here because the mask and warehouse gave a villainous impression. By making it an issue of shame I gave the impression the questioning it would be rude or mean spirited.

Sure enough the slight suspicion on his face melted into pity. "Ah, sorry to hear that man. Yeah, I was going to say the look is a little...ominous. So Nick tells me you're looking for some kind of tester for a new formula? What exactly does this thing do? Is it safe? I agreed to take the meeting but I need to be convinced this is a risk worth taking before I decide to go further." He shifted anxiously from foot to foot, and I noted that he must really want this to work out. Having that kind of money must have already had him craving the validation the enhancement would bring. A taste of the good life as it were.

I nodded amiably. "Oh, of course. Safety first my friend. I'm happy to discuss my process with you in detail. I'm afraid I must ask you not to share the chemical compounds involved with others, they are my trade secrets after all, but you can ask me anything you'd like to know." This was, of course, a bluff. Mal wasn't a chemist any more than I was, he would have no idea what to ask. But by telling him he could ask anything I gave the impression of having nothing to hide, which made me seem more trustworthy.

Sure enough he paused after I said that, opening his mouth before closing it again looking a bit lost. One of the first lessons my old man ever taught me about business was the usefulness of subjective value. People are inherently disposed to feel indebted when someone gives them a gift, it creates the foundation of a relationship, a link between them. If you give someone a gift that has no value to you they won't feel nearly as grateful. But if you give someone something that SEEMS valuable but actually isn't you can build a link with them without sacrificing anything.

I had, as far as Mal understood, offered to share with him the top secret formula to my amazing super drug. I knew he would have no fucking idea what to do with that information, but if I was a bad guy I'd have taken my evil secret formula to the grave before giving it up. Or at least that was his thinking. I was actually pretty glad he hadn't known anything about chemistry, because I sure as hell didn't so I'd have had to make some shit up on the spot. As it was now I'd earned brownie points for nothing, which was a win.

Deciding to take control of the conversation I cut into his temporary silence. "If you aren't sure where to begin I can just fill you in on some of the details I think may be pertinent?" He looked relieved and nodded gratefully. I smirked under my mask, gods this was too easy. "As you may be aware, my childhood was...less than pleasant." I looked dramatically away out of shame, just for effect.

I had decided on a backstory for this character earlier so I was well prepared for the sob story. "I was victimized and maligned because of my intellect and freakish appearance. As I grew, I noticed that those with abilities were treated differently, better. It became my fervent wish to experience such a life myself, to earn the respect that those with meta powers were given for nothing." I saw him nodding along. "I discovered a chemical compound that reinforces the cellular structure, altering the base composition of the body."

I held up a hand as if to forestall an objection (one he wasn't actually going to make anyway). "I know what you're thinking. Compromising the molecular structure is a dangerous and foolish risk. I too worried over the inherent pitfalls of my method. I combed my brain for years trying to discover a safe way to offer people like me the help I so desperately wished to give." I pulled out the pills. "Finally I found it. By creating microdoses of the compound I can allow people to experience a safe and temporary version the abilities offered by the full drug. A testing phase of sorts that wears off after merely a dozen hours eliminating the possibility of side effects."

Mal's face lit up. "Oh, so it's kind of a trial dose? It's just a safe way to see if my body can handle the real thing?" He looked excited. "Yeah man, I could definitely help with something like that. Nick said you would pay a salary for participating? How much does it pay and how long before you can tell from my reaction if I can handle the full dose?" He looked absolutely ecstatic about the possibility of trying the drug, and I grinned toothily under my mask. Another of the old mans lessons. People question charity, but they don't question when you ask THEM to help YOU.

I reached into a pocket and pulled out a roll of hundreds. I'd stopped at the ATM on the way here for this very reason. It would be too easy to trace if I wired him the cash. Mammon was supposed to be shadowy and illusive. I tossed him the roll of bills and he caught it, eyes glued to the money. I just couldn't stop smiling. Good thing I had a mask on. I carefully emptied a pill into my hand and passed it to him. I saw him hesitate a bit, as if he was rethinking things, before looking at the bills and then tossing it back, dry swallowing the capsule in one motion.

I expected something flashy or violent like last time, but in the end this was temporary. A total remodel wasn't a viable method for a temporary effect. Mal shuddered, and the veins beneath his dark skin glowed dimly in the shadows, not enough for him to notice, but with my enhanced senses I picked it up. Then his eyes opened and he grinned. He bolted across the room, moving too fast for a normal person to track, and grabbed a huge metal crate with both hands before bending his knees and lifting.

The crate came up off the ground easily, and he stumbled back as he overbalanced, laughing as he caught himself before he fell and set it back down. He turned and raced over to me, grabbing me up in a crushing bear hug that probably would have cracked a rib on a normal person, and might even have bruised me if I wasn't wrapped in a force field. He put me down and clapped both hands on my shoulders. "Mammon, doc, just...thank you. This feels incredible. I feel like I could fight a bear right now."

He could have fought a bear. Probably a few of them actually, but it seemed like a meaningless detail so I didn't bother to mention it. I clapped him on the shoulder, happy to see him happy. Well, happy to see him euphoric, since this was step one of an addiction i was going to use to turn him into my loyal subordinate. But hey, six of one half dozen of another right? "I'm glad you're pleased. Your body seems to be taking well to the amplification. Just to be safe we'll need to run some tests, but I think tonight you should just focus on getting used to your new strength."

If he went out and did his own thing the time with powers would make that much more of an impression and he would be that much more desperate to repeat it. He nodded excitedly. "Oh, yeah of course. We can set up the next meeting for tomorrow if you want. That way I can tell you all about how it goes. You said it'll last twelve hours? Man, I don't even want to sleep! This is going to be amazing!" He was practically vibrating with energy and happiness. I wondered if that was the influence of the cocaine?

Regardless I shook his hand and patted him on the arm. "Tomorrow I'm afraid I'm a bit busy. Take some time to acclimate, spend your earnings, enjoy yourself. There's no rush to get to the next stage. For now the important thing is to make sure your body is accepting the trial dose properly and you can adapt to it in preparation for the permanent upgrade." His eyes gleamed with avarice at the mention of the full upgrade but he tamped it down.

He swallowed, getting control of himself. "Yeah, of course doc. No sweat. I'll take it slow, feel it out and let you know how it goes. Thanks again." He shook my hand and took off at a jog, clearly eager to go break in his new body. Good. Speaking of breaking in bodies I glanced down at mine. After my upgrade I'd gone straight to work, aside from feeling up Whisper I hadn't even christened my new improved physique.

I dug into a pocket and pulled up my phone, firing off a text. "Need to celebrate good news. Get your sweet little ass down here." Then I sent the address to a park a few miles away. I wasn't flowery or evocative. Barbie didn't want that kind of relationship. Barbie wanted a bad boy to do her dirty and I was going to oblige her. I felt myself get hard just thinking about what she felt like wrapped around me. Barbie was a hot little bitch and she had the sweetest little cunt I'd ever been in. I was looking forward to round two.

I heard a ding and opened my texts, grinning at what I saw. "Fuck you. On my way."There was a slight delay before I got another text, opening it with a satisfied smirk. "Daddy." I headed out to my car, stashing my costume and changing into something more street casual before I drove up the road to the park nearby and climbed out to wait for her. I sat there for fifteen minutes before I heard a rustle and turned to find her coming out of the bushes in a little black dress. She glared at me, annoyed. "Get your dick out asshole, I was out with friends and I have to get back." I grinned shamelessly at her before I unbuckled my pants.

January 6th 2016 Gotham City, random park 9:00 PM EDT

Barbie looked fucking hot in her little dress, so I was already hard when I let my cock bounce free of my pants. She licked her lips, stepping forward with purpose as reached down to shuck off her panties, but I wasn't having any of that. I held up a hand. She stopped, giving me a confused glare. "You said you wanted to fuck. If we aren't going to have sex I'm leaving, I'm out with my friends tonight and I don't have time to mess around."

Her tone was imperious, and pretty much completely ignored the fact that she was currently standing in the bushes of a park she'd never been to, taking her panties off because I told her to. Nevertheless, I'd decided that as fun as as fucking the little wildcat was, I needed to teach her better manners before I gave her what she obviously wanted. I smiled benignly. "I said I wanted to celebrate. After all, I had good news. Since this is my celebration I think I should be the one who gets to have fun first." I nodded down at my freely bobbing cock. "Suck it."

She snorted derisively. "I don't know what kind of magic cock you think you have but I'm not getting on my knees for you in the dirt. You were a good fuck, but not that good." Internally, I grinned. With my new senses I could see the pulse in her skin pick up when she said that, detect the pupils of her eyes expanding, and spot the small uptick in her breathing. She was lying. Which was fantastic. She turned around though, clearly not willing to cede control, and I admired that sweet little candy ass as she started to stalk out of the clearing.

I didn't even pretend to play along. "Lose my number." I called to her. She froze, not turning around but not moving. " You're too high maintenance. You've got a sweet little cunt, but it's not worth the attitude. Find another fuck buddy." She tensed, clearly unhappy, but she didn't take another step. I smirked. I knew she wouldn't leave. It wasn't exactly the sex, though between the size of my dick and how long those pills had kept me going she wasn't likely to forget that. It was the release. She'd found an outlet from her boring good girl image and she liked it.

She turned, glaring at me. "Bullshit. You want me. You nutted in me so hard last time you blacked out. You can't get pussy like that just anywhere. You're not going to bail on me because I make you work for it a little." Despite her cocky words her tone was uncertain and a bit nervous. I saw her shift slightly from foot to foot. "But if it really means that much to you...I guess I can throw you a bone." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Not because I need you or anything, but if I don't let you work out some of that frustration you might break some poor girl with that ridiculous cock."

I had to struggle not to point out that I'd been as rough as I had at her request, but I didn't feel like pushing it. She was going to listen so I should reward her good behavior. She stalked over, kneeling down in front of me and glared up at me in the low light. She blinked a few times. "Are you...huh...I don't remember you being this hot." I raised an eyebrow questioningly and her face turned an adorable shade of red. "I mean, don't let that go to your head, you must have been having a bad hair day last time or something."

I'd taken a level in sexy after my upgrade, but it was all subtle cumulative stuff. On the outside it was all easily dismissed, especially in the dim light. Barbie licked her pretty pink lips staring at my huge cock in her tiny hand before she leaned in to swirl her tongue around the head slowly. She stared up at me from the ground as she did the sight of her looking up through her lashes with those big blue eyes enough to make my cock twitch. She leaned in and took the tip in her mouth and started to slide down my shaft.

Now to this day, Sarah Braglin was the best blowjob I had ever had. It was something about the frantic enthusiasm of the way she sucked my cock, the fanatical light in her eyes like she was trying to earn my love one load at a time that just did it for me. But watching my dick vanish down Barbie's throat and inch at a time was enough to blow that out of the water. I moaned, putting a hand on the back of her head, but she just kept going. One inch, then two, then ten, until she was pressing a dainty little kiss against the base of my cock.

I was floored. I'd had girls throat me before, but they had to fight for it. They had to force themselves down my cock, choking and gagging and spitting. Barbie didn't do any of that. She fucking inhaled me. Breathe through the nose, no gag reflex, swallowing a whole sword kind of dick sucking like I'd never had in my life. Then she pulled back and did it again and I just about went to pieces. She slid off my cock to the tip, swirled her tongue on my tip then slid back down in a single fluid motion.

It got faster too, the more I moaned the quicker she went, clearly enjoying the feeling of making me squirm. Off and on, tip to base, that pretty little face flew up and down my cock like she was didn't have a jaw and I fucking loved it. Her hands were on my ass, fingernails digging in as she dicker her own throat so good my eyes were about to cross. The heat, the slide, the the muscles rippling it was the most fucking transcendent thing I've ever experienced in my life, and her fucking eyes just stayed glued to mine. Needy, dark, urgent.

I groaned and finally came, and Barbie didn't pull off me, going to the base and letting me spill right down her sweet little throat before she pulled off me with a pop licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. "So. You still want me to lose that number big man?" It was a testament to how good she was that even kneeling in the dirt with my cock in her face she was so obviously confident. With a growl I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her, using me strength to good effect as I pinned her back against a tree.

She gave a shuddering breath and a little laugh "Oh daddy, so forceful. That's not an answer though. You don't need to bother with my sweet little cunt. I know how much my attitude turns you off. We can just call that a goodbye present." She was grinning maliciously, knowing I wouldn't give up what she could do to me. I put the head of my cock to her pussy, holding her against the tree with one hand as I moved her panties and lined myself up before I shoved my dick into her in one move.

She let her head fall back with a crazy giggle. "FUCK! This dick. I just can't get past this dick. You fit so good in me daddy, you treat me so rough, use me so right. You need me too don't you." I pulled out and shoved back in and the grabbed my face pulling me in for a hard kiss fists in my hair as I started to fuck her. With my new strength it wasn't hard, hell I had to hold back quite a bit, but she urged me on with her legs, shoving her hips at me to get it harder. She hissed in my ear. "Say it! Tell me you need this pussy!"

I groaned. She felt unreal, that fucking hot sucking cunt, like she was trying to fucking consume me. "Fuck! Fine you crazy little bitch, you're the best fuck I've ever had ok? No girl is this good. I won't give it up! Is that what you want to hear?" It was true too. Seriously, she was mind blowing, it was like fucking a hurricane made of molten silk. I had to pick up my pace, shoving myself into her frantically and she squealed and laughed on my cock like a maniac. I passed how hard I'd gone last time, fucking her even more brutally and she just urged me on, spurring me with her heels to do more.

With an earsplitting scream she came on my cock, but I didn't slow down, I pounded her through the orgasm she got even tighter, even hotter as she came and I felt like she was fucking jerking me off with that pussy with every stroke. She jerked my head up by the hair, staring into my eyes with wild blue orbs. "Tell me I'm a bad girl!" I was so fucking horny I barely even understood what she was saying and she threw her hips harder. "Say it! Tell me I'm bad daddy! Tell me I'm your naughty girl!"

I felt like she was pretty much sucking my brain out through my cock and I would have told her the moon was made of green cheese if she asked. "You're a sick little bitch!" I growled it in her ear. "A fucked up little pervert! It's disgusting what you want me to do to you." She squealed with joy and laughter nodding to me to keep going and I decided right thing this crazy whore was mine. I was the bearer of the fucking Greed system, and I was gonna own this pussy. I shoved my cock further into her guts, shifting my hips to hit just right as I snarled in her ear. "This is mine! Say it!"

I was using every sense I had, every extra muscle, hitting her clit on the backstrokes and sliding over her G spot and working spots on her body she probably didn't even know where erogenous zones. She was cackling like a fucking witch. "Your pussy daddy, your bitch! Get it, fuck that cunt, ruin it!" I did as she said, fucking her even harder, she was definitely going to have bruises, but I knew my strength well enough not to go too far. She kissed me hard. "You better remember this daddy, this is MY dick, you better not try to take it again!"

Her eyes were fucking almost glowing with fervor as she squealed that in my face. I kissed her back. "Fine. When we're fucking you better be good for me though. None of this attitude when I'm in your pussy. Understood." She nodded bouncing up and down like she was possessed, face covered in sweat and red as a tomato from the effort. She came again, screaming and clenching and soaking my cock, and it was too much, I slammed her against the tree, and with a single motion caught her lips and swallowed the scream she let out when in unloaded my balls all the way at the back of her perfect twat.

Then I fell on my ass. She slumped against me, both of us panting and covered in sweat. The glee and mania that seemed to fill her during sex was gone, and she was just bitchy, hostile Barbie again. She glared up at me for a second before rolling her eyes with a huff. "Ugh. Well I guess this is going to be a regular thing." She looked away. "Go home and get showered. If you're going to be around I guess I should introduce you to my friends. Meet me at the Ace of Clubs in two hours." Then she stood up on shaky legs and staggered away. Fucking bitches were crazy.

January 6th 2016 Ace of Clubs 10:00 PM EDT

Barbie was waiting for me outside the club when I pulled up. She'd changed, which wasn't a surprise because I'd pounded her into a drooling mess against a tree and her dress was probably destroyed. Her new clothes were a purple velvet dress, shorter than the last even, with a black thong occasionally peeking out from under it and no bra. She'd brushed her hair and reapplied her makeup, and she was glowing with post fuck euphoria. She looked good enough to eat.

She smirked a bit when she saw me looking her over, and after giving the keys to my towncar to the valet I strolled over to join her off to the side of the entrance to the Ace of Clubs. When I got close she reached up to adjust my tie so she could murmur to me quietly. "Ok, so here's how this goes. My friends don't know about my...stress relief. I doubt they would care but some of them know other friends who would and I don't want the hassle. So you're going to be my boyfriend tonight. Just please try to be charming. I know you can if you want to."

I grinned down at her. "I think we established you aren't in charge. If you're asking for a favor I might consider it, but what makes you think you can just tell me to behave and I'll do it." Honestly I wasn't against the idea. Barbie was a fuck I wasn't going to let go of. Between that pussy and her magic mouth I was fucking hooked, and if I had to play friendly boyfriend to get that screaming hellcat on my cock again I would do it. That said, she didn't know that, and I wanted to get something out of this.

She smiled up at me sweetly. "Because if you can get through tonight without being your usual condescending frat boy self, after we say goodbye to my friends I'll let you take me in the alley behind this club and stuff your huge cock up my virgin ass." My mouth went dry. I...I really wanted that. Her ass was so cute and bubbly and bouncy. I want to see those smooth little cheeks swallow my cock. I wanted to make bitchy little Barbie with the bad attitude walk with a hitch in her giddyup for a week.

She saw the look and waggled her eyebrows at me. "See. You're playing the boyfriend already. Relationships are give and take. You give me a nice night and I'll take you balls deep in my asshole." She patted my face lightly and turned, walking confidently away, strutting that sweet little ass as if to remind me that I still had one last hole of hers that needed stuffing. I exhaled. Ok, I could admit when I was going to cave. That had been well played. But hey, is it really losing if the payment is that sweet?

I followed my temporary...girlfriend, into the club. Gods that was weird to say. I didn't have girlfriends. I had fuck buddies, sluts, friends with benefits, groupies, and the occasional blowjob bitch, but I didn't date. Still, I was a damn good actor. I could play the part of a loving boyfriend. I was going to be the most polite, charming, engaging fake boyfriend possible. Mostly because every second I spent pretending to be a sweet caring boyfriend would make the raw ecstasy of buttfucking Barbie in a nightclub alley that much dirtier and more exciting.

I followed that bouncing booty to a table where Barbie squealed excitedly and wrapped a woman in a hug. A woman that seemed incredibly familiar to me for some reason...holy shit. I blinked. That was Mal's girlfriend...and that was Mal. My soon to be minion was gaping at me in shock and I gave him a cheerful wave as we walked up. The rest of the table was full of people I didn't know. A tall muscled girl with a Greek skin tone and very nice legs, a pale dark haired beauty with blue eyes who I could swear I'd seen before, and a pretty black girl with boyishly short hair and a friendly smile.

I held out a hand to Mal, not sure how he wanted to play this given his whole underground cage fight thing, but since he'd already let the cat out of the bag with his staring, so acting like we just happened to know each other was out best bet. "Mal! Hey buddy! How are you, it's been a while!" I specifically didn't mention where or how we'd met, figuring I'd let him decide how to spin it. His girlfriend, Karen, seemed surprised we knew each other. I'd seen the little mocha skinned cutie on his phone but in person she was even sexier. Girl was in shape, Mal was a lucky man.

Actually all the girls here were in shape, and as I took in that information I also finally recognized the black haired girl with the blue eyes. Zatanna. I'd never seen her up close really, the news always had her at a distance but she had fat ass second only to Whisper in it's bouncy jiggly glory, and once I cam around the side of the table the sight of it instantly tipped me off. I didn't stare of course, but with my brain and memory I didn't need to, those cheeks were stored in my spank bank for life now.

Mal looked flustered but he managed a smile. "Hey Nick, good to see you too. Yeah it's been a few weeks. Haven't had much time for the gym at our usual time." I blinked internally, my face not showing any of the surprise and respect. That was an excellent alibi. I was ripped to shreds from a combination of my normal athletics and the recent augmentation, so I definitely looked like I worked out. Mal in turn was a beast of a man even more jacked than I was, no way that shit was from watching Netflix.

Karen gave me a friendly smile. "Oh, you're Nick! Mal's told me so much about you!" He hadn't, which was obvious, but it was nice of her to try to make me feel included, and I took her hand with a firm shake. She had a pretty strong grip for such a tiny girl. "So you're here with Barb huh? Small world. How do you two know each other?" She gave Barbie a teasing smirk, making it clear that she had a pretty good guess, but she wanted to make my fuck buddy spill the story herself.

Barbie rolled her eyes. "This is my new boyfriend. Nicky, this is Karen and Mal, as you heard. Donna, our very own princess, she's from Themyscira. Raquel, or Rocky for short, she's in college like me." She gestured to the last girl, the one I had been paying attention to without paying attention to. "And this is Zatanna, or Zee. Yes she's THAT Zatanna. Our very own local celebrity." She gave a slightly bitter smile. "Always driving the boys crazy, but she makes time for us little people now and then. We met Donna through her."

Zatanna looked extremely uncomfortable with Barbie introducing her, but still gave me a polite smile and extended a hand for me to shake. I debated flirting, but Barbie obviously had issues with Zee as she called her, and I could always arrange a meeting later if need be. For now I just shook perfunctorily and gave her a nod. "Hi there, I'm Nick, Barbie has told me so much about you." I saw Rocky literally snort rum out her nose as she heard my pet name for my fake girlfriend, who glared at me venomously.

I tried to remember if I'd ever called her that out loud, I thought I had, but if so it was during verbal sparring anyway and clearly she didn't think that counted. I winced and shot her an apologetic look, she just rolled her eyes. She glared at Rocky. "I would appreciate it if no one spread the pet name my boyfriend calls me to any outside ears." She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "I think all of you know how good I am at digging up dirt on people. It would be a shame if your secrets got out after you leaked mine."

Rocky put up her hands in surrender, her lips still twisted in a smirk. "Hey, what happens at the club stays at the club. I'll be a Doll and keep your secret...Barbie." She burst into giggles again, setting off the rest of the people at the table as my redhead seethed in rage. Still, they had agreed not to spread it around so she just dealt with the teasing. Rocky shook her head. "Anyway Artemis and Wally couldn't make it, but we do have one more coming, one of our older friends decided she needed to destress, she'll be here soon."

Barbie looked surprised at that. "Wow. That's unexpected, but still the more the merrier. I'm not shocked about Artemis though, she's been all sorts of busy lately with her blissful basically married life. The two of them are still sickeningly sweet even after all these years. It's crazy to imagine how at each others throats everyone says they were in the beginning." She waved a hand, calling over a server and murmuring a drink order to her before the two of us crowded in to stand around the table.

I was still shocked Barbie knew Zatanna, but maybe I shouldn't have been. With how huge the League was nowadays they were bound to get around, and Metropolis and Gotham were some of the main hubs for super crime, so it made sense they would be nearby on occasion. Finding out Donna was a princess of Themyscara was...interesting. The olive skinned beauty had a toned, muscled body that I was pretty sure could take quite a bit more fucking than even Barbie's surprisingly durable frame. I made a mental note to try to get some numbers tonight.

Once our drinks arrived we chatted for a while, just enjoying each others company. I made an effort to stick to my role, doing my best to be charming and sweet to Barbie when I could. I kept and arm around her, and I had to admit it felt nice to have her snuggled up to me. This boyfriend thing wasn't so bad. Granted I spent half the time I was talking to them imagining the various toned women at the table bouncing on my cock, but still, I was good on the outside, which was all she wanted.

I also found to my surprise that I actually liked everyone. Donna was uptight but also very upfront, which I found refreshing, Mal and Karen were sweet as punch, and I was glad to see my minion had fixed things with his lady, probably with the money I'd given him. Rocky was a little firecracker and if I hadn't been there with Barbie I was pretty positive I could have fucked her tonight. She had a nice perky pair of tits and she looked like a fun lay. Zee was the most distant, seeming to be sensitive to doing something to make Barbie angry, she looked almost scared to interact with me.

We were interrupted though when Rocky got a text and she grinned down at her phone. "Oh sweet! She's here." She looked around, clearly trying her best to locate someone. She finally stopped on a corner of the dance floor, her eyes lighting up. She waved her hand at the newcomer, who I couldn't actually see through the crowd. "Hey! Over here! You're just in time, Barb-" She broke off at the redheads glare. "Barbara was just introducing us to her boyfriend. This is Nick." I turned to smile at the newcomer and offer my hand but when I did I froze. Dinah was standing there staring at me cooly, and she didn't really look pleased.