Atom suits up

Walking into his state-of-the-art laboratory, which was just beneath his multimillion-dollar mansion, courtesy of the various contracts he had bagged from the U.S. Department of Defence, Ray Palmer commanded his A.I. companion to brief him on his schedule.

"As per your request, your meeting with the secretary of defence has been postponed...", a female voice with an unnatural monotone crackled in Ray's earpiece.

"Thank you, Layla...after all, the testing of the substitute dwarf star element precedes all other engagements...", Ray replied, almost nonchalantly.

"Affirmative, Atom, though I must say the secretary was rather, for lack of a better word, 'pissed off'"

"Whoa, Layla...eccentric choice of words...", Ray almost stifled his laughter.

"I just wanted to convey what she felt, accurately", Layla, failing to understand Ray's sarcasm, replied matter of factly.

"...Not a big deal for me...a new consignment of miniaturized defence systems would make up for my 'unprofessional' behaviour...what else?..."

"...Superman has requested your assistance with, if I may quote, 'the bottled city of Kandor..."

"Shit...it completely slipped from my mind...", Ray interjected while pinching the bridge of his nose, "...put this on priority..."

"Affirmative."

"Put the financial reports on my screen Layla", Ray spoke into his earpiece while giving his arm a stretch.

"Sure...pardon Atom, but Wonder Woman is requesting a call"

Ray strutted with a hint of urgency towards his desk and asked Layla to switch on the holo screen.

Two little spherical projectors sprung out from either side of his desk. The desk itself, at first sight, looked nothing more than a slab of metal. However, on closer inspection, one could discern a web of complex circuitry printed on its entire surface.

The lab itself was something right out of a minimalist's dream. The whole ceiling was covered with tiles of LED light. The surface of the walls had a metallic tinge to it, and one could make out the almost invisible outlines on them, reminiscent of secret doorways.

Other than the desk and Atom himself, the whole compound was suspiciously empty.

The two sphere-like projectors jutting out of the desk suddenly started gleaming with white light. Within a moment a holo screen materialized right above the desk.

In front of him stood Diana Prince, better known to humankind as Wonder Woman, Princess of Themyscira and one of the founding members of the League.

Her holo-image stabilised after flickering for a bit.

"Thank you for responding on such short notice...", Diana spoke with a faint smile.

Ray couldn't help but leer at Diana's toned body, complete with her armour. Her chest plate was etched with battle damage, a fitting badge for a valiant warrior.

But Ray's gaze was more focused on what the chest plate enclosed...

...Diana's mammoth breasts.

Those round, firm jugs could rival any supermodel on the entire planet. But somehow, Diana had always remained oblivious to her titillating endowments.

Ray's cock couldn't help itself but come to life, dangerously stretching the tight gym shorts he sported.

"I need your assistance with a certain..."

"...spare me the details, Diana...", Ray cut in, as if already bored, "...I know you've been busy with the various peacekeeping missions in Kahndaq...just send me the coordinates of the infiltration point and..."

"Don't get ahead of yourself Ray...", it was Diana's turn to interrupt, "...I appreciate the importance you give to your time, but this is something more personal..."

Ray gritted his teeth. He didn't like anyone butting in when he spoke.

"Please meet me in my watchtower quarters...I'll fill you in on the details later..."

With that, Diana switched off her comms, without giving Ray any chance to reply.

As soon as the holo screen vanished in thin air, Ray banged his fist on the desk. A loud thump reverberated across the lab, further insinuating the emptiness of the space.

He hated when his colleagues, especially someone as thick-headed as Diana, tried to 'talk back'. Who cares if she was a founding member? That didn't give her any right to boss around him, an eleventh-level intellect.

But he also couldn't deny the twitch he felt in his loin when Diana took control of their exchange. Why his breath had become shallow while reading her lips, his 'intelligence' couldn't comprehend.

Suddenly Ray's earpiece came back to life, announcing another arrival.

"Jean is requesting..."

By the time Layla could finish, the door of the lab hissed open. Standing at the entrance was Jean Loring, Ray's wife.

To say Jean was a 'drop-dead gorgeous' was an understatement. Her coiled raven locks, flowing over her shoulders, complemented her fair skin. Her puffy, heart-shaped lips perfectly framed her angel-white teeth.

And her body...

Her slim waist accentuated her wide, delectable hips. Her breasts, heaving ever so slightly with each breath, couldn't have been fashioned any better by a sculptor. Her plain-looking clothes, consisting of a black turtle neck and a pair of blue jeans, somehow looked exquisite on her body.

Ray turned his head to meet his wife's bubbly gaze.

Jean gleefully charged towards her husband, her arms stretched out and with a smile plastered all over her face. After nearly colliding with him, she swiftly jumped on her toes and embraced his muscular neck.

Ray grinned mischievously and grabbed her ass to hold her in place.

"Someone's being naughty...", Jean giggled as she bit her lower lip. She loved bantering with her husband.

"If this is being 'naughty'...you don't know what's in store for you...after I come back from work...", Ray gave her ass a squeeze to hammer down his point.

Ignoring the '****' on her ass, Jean continued rather calmly.

"Oh really...and what do you 'mean' by that...", her words were almost a whisper.

Instead of a mere reply, Ray stepped back and pulled down his shorts, revealing his long, girthy cock, which pulled Jean's gaze like a magnet.

"Well...what about...", Ray held the base of his shaft between his finger and thumb, "...I fuck your shitter with 'this'..."

Jean's face grew red. She was at a loss for words, and could only clasp her mouth shut with her palm. She had watched his husband nude innumerable times but was somehow still shocked.

And deep down, it made her pussy moist. Jean was always thrilled by her husband's brazen display of his masculinity, his dominance over her. That was the very reason for their fulfilled married life.

"Jean...do the honours...", Ray spoke, almost in a commanding voice.

Jean knew what he meant, as her eyes shifted towards his waist, or rather his utility belt, complete with the atom insignia on its buckle.

Bringing her hand slowly towards his belt, she pressed a switch on his buckle.

Jean never got bored of what she witnessed in the next few moments. A swarm of nanobots, materializing from inside the buckle, spread evenly on Ray's muscular body, taking the shape of his iconic red and blue suit.

He was ready for his work.