'Enjoying' the show [Kara's POV]

KARA

20 MINUTES LATER

“Seriously? People enjoy this kind of thing?” I said, watching the scene before me.

The scenario that the three people on the other side of the glass were acting out was disgusting. It was morally reprehensible, degrading, sexist and… just kind of all-in-all icky.

The idea was that the middle-aged man had been sexually harrassing the blonde with the impressive bust, and that she’d finally reported him after not being able to deal with his bullcrap anymore. The brunette with the pretty eyes was the company’s HR director, and had called them both in to discuss what will happen moving forward.

Obviously, things didn’t go at all the way that they were supposed to go. Instead of getting fired like he should have, the creep ended up getting a promotion because, according to the HR director ‘the myth of sexual harrassment has proliferated for far too long over the years!’ And even worse, she told the harassment victim that she now had to ‘make it up’ to her harasser. When the blonde asked how she was going to do that, the man just reached across the table ripped her jacket and blouse open.

Things… devolved from there. The harasser pretty much started **** his victim, all while the HR director watched and shouted demeaning things at the victim, calling her a ‘tease’ and a ‘slut,’ and saying that she deserved what was happening to her. That she had a ‘hot fucking body,’ which meant ‘she was made for fucking,’ and should just ‘wise up and accept your place as his new cum dumpster!’

It was… absolutely horrid.

_“People get off on this kind of thing.” Gerry said, sounding bored on the other end of the line. “Welcome to the internet age. There’s a fetish for everything.” _

“Yeah, I get that, but…” I gestured at the glass as if Gerry could see it. “Seriously? This though?”

“I fix people’s electronics, Supergirl. I occasionally see internet search histories.” Gerry shuddered. “Nothing shocks me anymore.”

“Yeah, but what could make someone, especially a woman, get some sort of pleasure out of that?!”

“Hey, I don’t kink shame.” Gerry said. “Whatever consenting adults get up to is their own choice.”

“Doesn’t it bother you at all though? The sexism? The cruelty being indulged?”

“If I’m being honest? Not really. I mean it’s not as if he’s doing this sort of thing in real life, you know? I mean if he is, he’s a piece of shit, but indulging in a fantasy via some sexual roleplay? I don’t have a problem with that. Hell, it might be healthy.”

“You’re not seeing what I’m seeing.” I grimaced as I watched the man grip the blonde’s hips and pounded into her again and again, thrusting as hard as he could each time. “This is far from healthy.”

“What, you’ve never let out your frustrations violently before? Just to let them go?” Gerry scoffed. “What am I talking about, you’re Supergirl. Of course you haven’t.”

My mind immediately went to the many slabs of concrete I’d pounded into powder out of frustration over the years.

“No, no. I… I get that.” I said. “Guess I just never really thought to do it..” I trailed off.

“During sex?”

“Yeah, that.” I said, coughing.

“Well, that’s why it’s called a fetish, I suppose.”

“I suppose.”

There was a long pause before Gerry spoke again.

“Okay, I’m definitely being too forward here, but screw it. Have you got any fetishes?”

It’s a shame I wasn’t drinking anything, because that would’ve been a prime moment for a spit-take. I still ended up coughing a whole bunch though.

“Supergirl, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I said, clearing my throat. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Just give a girl a little warning next time, okay? Sheesh!”

“Right. Again, sorry.” He let out a little cough himself. “But like, you know… do you?”

“Have a fetish?”

“Yeah.”

I thought about it. “Honestly? I wouldn’t know.”

“Wouldn’t know? How does that happen?”

“I’ve never really had time to explore that aspect of myself before.” I admitted. “I mean I’ve had boyfriends, and I’ve had sex, but… I don’t know, work keeps me busy. I’ve never really had time to explore things sexually.”

“Supergirl’s too busy to have kinks. I’m sure that’s been the title of an article somewhere on the internet at some point.”

I laughed. As personal as the conversation was, it was nice to have something taking my mind off the misogynist roleplay happening on the other side of the glass.

“Oh shit!” Gerry shouted suddenly.

“What is it?” I asked, sitting up in my chair a little. “Did something happen at your shop?”

“No, I just realized, you’ve been watching a live sex show for about half an hour now.”

“Yeah, that’s not really a revelation to me, Gerry.”

_“No, I mean you’ve been watching, and not actually… you know…” he seemed to be having trouble spitting it out. “doing that thing that people who watch porn do.”_

I could feel the blood rushing to my face. “And?!”

“And, that receptionist said they were monitoring you, right?”

My eyes widened and I fought the urge to turn and look at the camera.

“Crap! Do you think they’re getting suspicious?” I asked.

“I don’t know! Maybe? You could always pretend that it’s just not doing it for you.” Gerry suggested.

“If it’s not doing it for me, why would I stick around for half an hour? Heck, why would I stick around for the 3 hours that I’m going to be?”

“Shit! Well then… Fuck. You’re going to have to… uh…”

I gritted my teeth. Like hell I was! Besides…

“Gerry, if I tried to… you know, use this thing, I’d end up destroying it!” I said.

“Fuck! I didn’t think of that!” Gerry cursed, sounding strangely angry. “No, wait, we can salvage this before they get suspicious! The camera is behind you, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay, good. You can just kind of… mime doing it then.”

I paused. “Mime doing it?”

“Uh, yeah. You know, take the thing, hold it in vaguely the right area and start doing the motions. Throw in some squirming and some fake moaning, and that should be enough to convince anyone watching that you’re… self-satisfying.”

Once again, for like the eighth time that day, my cheeks grew flushed as I blushed.

“Right, uh… I can do that… No problem.”

“Yeah, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve done something like this, right?”

I said nothing.

“Oh dear god, you haven’t, have you?”

“It’s not like they make sextoys for Kryptonians, Gerry!” I snapped.

“Right.” He coughed. “Of course. You do know what to do though, right?”

“Yeah, I know what to do, it’s not complicated, right?”

“I mean the basics are pretty simple, yeah.” Gerry admitted. “But you should probably try to make it look good, right?”

“I… Right.” I blinked. Had I really just agreed to that?

It was a completely ridiculous thing to say. I could probably just mime the motions casually and be fine. There was no need to ‘make it look good.’ In fact, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that ‘making it look good’ would involve doing some gross and totally humiliating things against my will. Stuff that, even if I knew no one would ever see it, I would personally look back on and cringe every time. It was perfectly reasonable for me to just tell Gerry no.

On the other hand…

Gerry had been pretty much right about everything up until now. And it had been my own mistakes and slip ups that had jeopardized the entire plan. The plan that- I reminded herself- Gerry had carefully put together on pretty short notice. Without his guidance, there was no way I could’ve possibly gotten this far.

And yet… I couldn’t help thinking that this nagging feeling, this voice in the back of my head saying ‘listen to Gerry, he knows better than you’ had come out of freaking nowhere. I’d known the guy for less than a day, and already I was comfortable taking orders from him. It was such a sudden shift, and yet I hadn’t even noticed it happening until now.

“Supergirl?” Gerry asked. “Are you still there?”

I shook myself. I’d been lost in my own thoughts for a second there.

“Yeah? What is it, Gerry?”

“Do you want me to… walk you through it?”

“I… Yes. Walk me through it, Gerry.” I paused before adding, “Tell me what to do.” I caught myself smiling a little as I said it. Why had that felt so… right?

“Okay then. First, grab your uh…” He coughed. “Grab your panties and pull them down around your ankles.”

I bit my lip and hesitated. Was I really going to…?

Screw it.

I hiked up my dress, grabbed my panties, and slid them down my legs. (KARA: +3SP)(+44SP)

More coughing from Gerry. When he spoke again, his voice was squeaky. “Right, so you should… you know, get the uh… the dildo ready, so… you’ll need to lube it up a little, so uh… you know… since there’s no lube… use your… tongue.”

I pause. He wasn’t serious, was he? That wasn’t really a thing that people did, right? Was it? I have no idea how people use sex toys.

Exactly, that’s the problem, Kara! I think to myself. _You don’t know, so listen to the person who clearly does!_

I raise the dildo up to my lips and begin to slowly run my tongue up and down its length. I even swirl my tongue around the tip, just to be convincing to the camera. (KARA: +4SP)(+48SP)

“Did you do it? Okay. Uh, now just… uh… fake it.”

I lowered the dildo between my legs and pretended to push it into myself. I didn’t actually do it, obviously, but I did start miming it, the sex toy rubbing against my waist and stomach.

“So I just have to keep doing this intermittently for the next 2 and a half hours?” I asked.

“Pretty much.”

I kept pretending to use the dildo as I watched the scene continuing to unfold beyond the glass. The harasser had apparently had his fill of the blonde, because he grabbed the HR director by the hair and started ripping her clothes off. All the while, the director went on and on about how she couldn’t wait for him to ‘put me in my place!’

I sighed. It was going to be a long two and a half hours.