A Mental Workout

Written in Collaboration with NamiChwan57

I took rooftop to rooftop. I had my helmet running checks on Mindy through the database. I didn’t have much to go on but the database Bruce gave me access to is good, maybe a few minutes and I should have her.

A window opened in the interface. Donna was texting me. This night had gone on so long that it seemed like forever ago that I messaged her.

Hey Jay!! Thing that Di needed me for went over quick… Headed back to the mainland now. U want me to stop off at Gotham? ;)

Fuck me… I wish. I messaged her back.

Sorry, Donna… Stuff going on in got ham rn, got my hands more than full

I carried on before getting another ping.

Aww, shame…. You want me to come to Gotham for a more professional appearance?

Batfamily business. You know how Bitchman can get when real heroes come in to deal with his goons.

I got another alert in my helmet, this time my check on Mindy had come through. She was a member of a Gym. I best head there, see what else I can learn about her. I called my bike, I needed to get to the Gym as fast as I can.

I pulled up my bike around the corner from the Gym. And headed the rest of the way on foot.

Weird, the lights are on. Info I got says it should be closed. Maybe they’ve moved to all night?

I pushed open the door and was met with a thumping base reverberating throughout the building. Weirdly enough no one was at the front desk. Maybe they’re just opening for the day? It is 5 AM after all.

I kept making my way through the place, non of the equipment was being used in the Gym proper and the classrooms were empty. I was about to head out when I heard noises coming from the pool.

I headed to the area in question and was met with a warm gush of air and the sound of women giggling and… Moaning?!

Pushing the door ever so slightly, I peered into the interior.

Inside were over a dozen women, completely naked and fucking each other.

“...maybe I should start coming to the gym more…” I mumbled to no one. The women were so hot and tight looking that they were really messing with my sneak ability here. It didn’t help that even after getting my rocks off with Mindy and Ivy last night, then a fuck ton of women this morning, I was still feeling like I hadn’t masturbated in a month. The dull ache inside my testicles was turning into a roaring fire at the sight of these women who apparently were using the gym as their own personal orgy pit.

But it’s when I heard them talk was when reality bit my ass again.

“Now girls, when Master Jason shows up I want you all to greet him with your best assets first!” Cheered out the woman at the front. She had a few listeners but the orgy was still in full swing. “Mistress Mindy wants us to hold him as long as possible, and we all want to make sure he pumps babies into us, don’t we?!”

The cheer erupted around the room, even to those women who had their mouths in each other’s twats.

“Now, we’ll review proper blowjob techniques first. Luckily Mindy provided us with this Jason sized penis mushrooms for practice!” She beamed, several women producing the same mushrooms and waving them at each other. “We’ll start with 20 licks and then 30 sucks. Sound girl girls?” She instructed before beginning her demonstrating the proper technique for sucking my penis.

Goddamn did I want to get in there and provide the real thing… but this wasn’t the time. I had to stop Mindy and Ivy.

It hurt to tear myself away from the gym, but I knew that staying here would stop my search dead in its tracks. I was right in assuming she came here first, so maybe if I went to where she worked she’d be there next? The only other places she frequents is her mother’s and I don’t think even she’d recruit family to a harem.

I returned to my bike quickly and quietly. No one seeing me exit.

“Looks like you’ve made quite a situation Jason.”

“Yeah I have.”

…

I bolted round, aiming a gun directly at the person sitting on my bike. Hoping to god I wouldn’t have to take down a mind controlled civilian.

“Come on dude, put that away.” warned the redheaded woman, casually pushing my gun barrel away from her face. “Is that any way to say hello to your friends? Maybe this is why you don’t have any.”

I sighed, looking down briefly to see the symbol I loathed so much.

“Hello Barb.”