Atom visits the Secretary's office

Ray's eyes were hooked on Jean's swaying ass as she trodded away to the laboratory's exit. He was convinced the sultry walk was deliberate from her side.

He caressed his bulge through the tight costume, cursing under his breath.

"Damn Jean...tonight can't come soon enough..."

Suddenly his earpiece crackled to life.

"Secretary of Defence is again requesting a meeting. She said, quote, '... it's related to national security and the details can only be discussed in person...', should I accept Ms Juliette's request?", Layla, as always, spoke in a monotone.

"Damn...", Atom gritted his teeth, "...can't ignore this call...will have to visit..."

"Layla...ask Juliette to open her private radio channel...will be there in a moment".

"Affirmative".

Atom flicked the switch of his belt and immediately shrunk down to the size of an ant. But the shrinking itself didn't halt. He kept growing shorter till the time he was inside the micro verse, where he could 'see' light interacting as particles.

Layla picked up the exact wave which connected to the Secretary's radio and sent the map of its trajectory to Atom's eye lenses so that he could 'surf' on it.

He was going to emerge from the other node connecting this wave - Juliette's receiver itself!

In a span of microseconds, Atom had materialized on the other end of the receiver, or, to be precise, the personal office of the Secretary of Defence.

As soon as Atom sprung out from the radio, he flicked the switch of his belt and grew back to his normal size. He landed right in front of the Secretary's desk but was surprised to find no one.

"Ah...excuse me...Mr Atom...I presume?..."

Atom turned his head towards the raspy, feminine voice.

Standing right behind him was a middle-aged blonde woman, dressed smartly in a navy blue suit and matching office skirt.

Atom couldn't help but give her a once-over. The skirt she sported was rather small, which frankly, didn't matter Atom a bit. The split hem of the skirt and her black stockings perfectly complemented her slender legs.

Her blonde hair was voluminous, complete with ringlets flowing down her shoulders. Her bony cheeks and puffy, heart-shaped lips perfectly framed her face.

But what stood apart was her cleavage, peeping through her unbuttoned blouse. Those tanned globes jutting out of the V of her shirt were almost too perfect, hinting at implants.

Atom was practically scanning her with a leering grin, which didn't go unnoticed.

"Ahem!...", the lady, visibly miffed, raised her voice, trying to get his attention.

"Who am I talking to?", Atom, now bringing his eyes up to match her gaze, asked bluntly.

"Vic...I mean...Victoria...Victoria Smith", she spoke, fumbling for words.

Atom stepped forward, making Victoria wince in her place.

"I am Juliette's P.A...I w...was asked to br...bring you to her"

By the time she could finish her sentence, Atom had closed the gap between them.

"She has sent a fucking assistant to fetch me like a fucking dog...huh Vicky?...", Atom hissed as he bent forward.

Victoria flinched back, unable to believe the kind of words a hero like him just used.

"It...it wasn't deliberate...Mr Atom...I ass...assure you...", Victoria was trying hard to maintain her professional demeanour, "...Ms. Juliette had to attend a call at the very last..."

"Do you have the slightest idea of the value of my time...Vicky?", Atom cut in, his face practically touching hers.

Victoria had no space to step back and could only return a nervous glance.

"Who is she chatting with?...the President?...", Atom asked mockingly, a hint of impatience noticeable in his voice.

"I can't dis...disclose the info...sir". Even Victoria couldn't believe what she just said.

Atom's eyes widened with shock. The audacity...

"I won't ask you again...who is she busy with?". Atom was now fuming with anger, spittle flying from his lips as he spoke.

Victoria could hear her thumping heart as she realized the gravity of the situation she was in.

"It's Wonder Woman...", she finally spoke as she turned her head away, unable to match Atom's piercing gaze.

Her words felt like a ton of bricks hitting him at once and left Atom speechless with indignation. Wonder Woman had made him feel little, not once, but twice, on the same day. He always ended up buried under the weight of her shadow.

Victoria, on the other hand, was terrified beyond belief. She had been cornered by a super being who was visibly furious.

Gathering the little strength she had in her, Victoria carefully uttered her next words.

"Mr Atom...I...I want y...you to...please...st...step back..."

Atom inched forward, forcing her to bend back a little. His costume-bound muscular chest was now pressed against her cleavage. Atom could discern the tiny droplets of sweat on the groove above her lips.

"I can shrink you down to the size of an ant...and...", as he spoke, Atom rubbed his index finger and thumb right in front of Victoria's face, making it very clear what he implied.

The cocky grin on Atom's face made Victoria shudder. This was a fight-or-flight scenario, and she had no place to run. At that moment, she felt threatened for her life, and her bimbo brain could come up with the only solution.

Victoria raised her hands very slowly, so as not to incite any reaction, and placed them on Atom's chest, fingers first, followed by the ball of her thumb. She sensuously caressed his muscular chest, feeling the cross-knit weave of the suit beneath her palms.

"Atom...", Victoria spoke in a throaty voice, "...you took it all wrong..."

She began kneading his nipples through the spandex-like fabric with her thumbs.

"...a man like you...", she inched her lips closer to his, while tracing her fingers down his abs, "...can intimidate anyone...".

She noticed a silent sigh leave Atom's lips. Her tactic was working. She continued sliding her hand down to his groin.

"...let me apologise...", Victoria expertly cupped his bulge, feeling his veiny cock. She could sense his muscles getting tensed.

All of a sudden, Atom grabbed her arm and jolted it away.

"...you government slut...did you think 'this' was working?...", Atom almost snickered at her dazed reaction.

"...you must have sucked a million cocks to get here...huh?...and you thought 'this' would be enough?...", Atom enacted what Victoria had been doing by giving her cleavage an exaggerated rub.

He failed to notice Victoria's other hand creeping towards the inside of her blazer.

"...no...I did not think 'this' would work...", Victoria spat back, although hurt she failed to excite him.

She was practically shivering, thinking about what she was about to do - a last-ditch effort to save herself. She sighed as she went on with her 'backup' plan.

Atom sensed something pressed against his groin. He darted his eyes down and took a moment to realize what Victoria was up to.

A moment too late.

"...but 'this' will...', Victoria smiled weakly.

Before Atom could react, she pressed the switch of her taser.

In the blink of an eye, a million volts of electricity ran through Atom's body. He felt a thousand hot needles piercing his gut from the inside, all at once. His tongue lolled out like a toddler, while his eyes developed a comical squint.

Victoria kept the taser in place, its nodes pinned against his bulge. The mighty Atom, a muscle powerhouse and a science prodigy, was being manhandled by a ditzy blonde. His now stiffened muscular body, thanks to the electric discharge, was shaking like a leaf.

As Atom's eyes rolled into his head, Victoria realized she had done enough damage and hence, pulled the taser back.

"Tsk tsk...the greatest hero of earth...defeated by a 'government slut'...", Victoria grinned at her words.

Atom's legs, on the other hand, started buckling under his weight. His face dragged against her breasts and eventually landed on her skirt-clad groin as he flopped onto his knees. The resulting thud echoed through the room.

Victoria placed the taser back in her blazer's pocket and swiftly wiped the line of drool left by Atom's lips on her cleavage.

"Nope...you don't deserve to be anywhere near my pussy...". Victoria spoke venomously to the **** hero.

She held Atom's head with her clawed fingers and turned around, making sure not to let him fall back. After positioning her butt in front of Atom, she let his head go.

His face collapsed on Victoria's butt, as her cheeks jiggled with the impact. She could feel his nose, even with the skirt in place, poking deep inside her dirty crevice.

"...this is what your lips 'deserve'...", she couldn't help but laugh up her sleeve after reducing 'the Atom' to such a state.