Cogs Interlocking, Wheels Within Wheels

Three days later...

Butcher, Hughie, M.M., and Frenchie were all crammed in this van, watching over Popclaw, A-Train's girlfriend? hookup? the exact term was undefined.

"Come on you bint, give us something we can use." Butcher muttered under his breath, although the cramped quarters ensured everyone still heard him.

"She's still just lifting, but there's no way that's normal it has to be the side effects of the V?" M.M. replied to the unasked question.

They been hoping to get some sort of ****, some thread they could pull on after Hughie covered their asses, both figuratively and literally with Translucent's innards. He'd been the one to send them on this path, and judging from the glowing blue vial of **** she'd injected herself with as well as A-Train there was definitely something to this.

"Oh, who's this guy?" M.M. asked as a new player entered the scene, standing outside Popclaw's door.

"Maybe A-Train isn't the only way keeping his options open." That was Hughie, still reeling from his first time, but he'd come around soon.

Knock Knock Knock.

Popclaw let out a low growl, dropping the massive barbell to the ground with a muffled groan, on the floor's part more likely given she seemed to have no problems lifting the thing.

Said irritation vanished as soon as the door opened as Popclaw stared at her visitor.

"I was in the neighborhood, and thought I'd drop in see how you're doing, especially after that press conference. Just so we're clear I'm all for it, we could always use another mature, family man in the Seven, it certain makes it easier to find them." The mystery man commented, entering the apartment as Popclaw slammed the door behind him.

"I also ran into your landlord, Mr. Alesky I think, on my way up, he looked pretty pissed, said something about you owing him. I slipped him a little something, so he shouldn't bother you for a few days." He continued as Popclaw looked at him pensively, glancing at the TV.

"Oh, that's too bad, I was hoping to work something out with him. Let off a little steam, now you'll just have to do..." Popclaw said enticingly, turning around as she leaned forwards, looking at the pictures on her wall, namely the nude one, while emphasizing her rear as the man smiled.

"Are you sure about this, I know there's no feelings here, well except hurt, anger, maybe a bit of depression, but that's normal for people in your position." He asked as she turned back on him, a grin that had a few too many teeth to be friendly, on her face.

"Am I sure, you're the one having to accommodate all those Supes, now's your chance to get back at them, to cuck A-Train, and to fuck a Supes brains out, what do you say... Nick?" Popclaw had him right where she wanted him, well that wasn't technically true, she wanted him in her bedroom, but that was coming.

"Who is this guy, Nick she called him, any clue on the last name?" Butcher asked, leaning over their shoulders as they split their attention, one still watching the cams as Nick and Popclaw seemed to split up, changing into fetish gear.

"No clue on the last name, but their have been reports of a mysterious man interacting with members of the Seven, most people seem to think he's either a reporter with an inside track or that's he's a low-level guy within the Vought Industries complex." M.M. answered as Hughie picked up where he left off.

"Maybe Starlight has a clue, I could text her and ask?" Hughie offered as Butcher thought for moment before shaking his head.

"Better to keep that line open for something bigger than a possible booty call." Butcher was contemplative, and that was rarely a good thing, he usually had a much better poker face, even while beating the shit out of a Supe.

"I think they're about to get it on." Frenchie called.

"This feels weird, am I the only one who thinks this feels weird?" Hughie muttered as they all watched the ensuing live porno unfold.

"Oh Mr. Robber, I've caught you." Popclaw called sultrily as the man, dressed only in a black mask threw his hands up in surrender.

"Oh no, it's the cops, don't shoot I'm unarmed." He replied as Popclaw grabbed him, throwing him to the ground, as she sat over his head, her black skirt partially obscuring his face.

"I don't think so, buster, I can see a big club right here, do you have to use that on poor defenseless women when they catch you?" Popclaw was getting in her role, one hand eagerly stroking his cock as she sat on his face. "maybe I don't have to take you in just yet, if you confess to everything." She continued, shaking her ass a little to entice Nick.

When he didn't immediately dig in, her eyes flashed with annoyance, as she spun around, grabbing his hair with one hand as she shoved him into her covered pussy. "I said talk, you pervert!" and with that, he seemed to kick into gear, grab a hold of her ass with both of his hands, eagerly eating her out, although he seemed much less pleased about it than Popclaw, who dropped his head, and threw hers back, her closed as she rode the fast approaching wave while riding his face.

Seeing both people's end quickly approaching, Hughie stood up, only for Butcher's hand on his shoulder to keep him in place. At his confused look, he explained, "You think you can run across the street up all those stairs and get through that door in the next few seconds, unless you've been keeping a super-speed power under wraps, it's too late."

The scene had changed, where before Popclaw had her head thrown back rapturously, now she was hunched forwards, both of her titular claws, stabbed into the ground as she was about to hit her peak, Nick hands no longer grasping at her ass as he uselessly beat against her back.

Hughie closed his eyes, looking away from the screen. The other three men watched on, although they were prepared for the moment this change from a weird amateur porno to a snuff film, judging from the soft cries audible from Nick as his legs tried to find some purchase to escape, cries that only seemed to drive Popclaw closer to her messy climax.

However, whether by luck or by adrenaline, Nick finally seemed to break through both hands grabbing a hold of Popclaw's waist before throwing her to the side, her head bouncing off the wooden dressed that Nick had been 'looting'.

"Waa?" Popclaw looked equally confused, judging from the small trickle of blood on her head, Nick sporting several more than her, besides the small bulge on his head that looked a little too sharp to be a goose egg like Popclaw.

"As much as I like bringing a woman to new heights of pleasure, I would prefer to to premiere in my own snuff film." Nick growled as he grabbed the still loopy Popclaw, throwing her on to the bed, climbing on top of her. "You thought I was here to steal your jewelry, but I think I just found a much better prize!" Nick seemed to immediately fall back into character, although whether Popclaw's dazed expression was part of the roleplay or genuine, none of the watching men could tell.

Flipping her over, Nick began grinding his hard cock against Popclaw's wet hole, courtesy of Nick, before he grinned, pushing into her as some semblance of consciousness seemed to return to her eyes.

"Nick, what are you-?" She was silenced as Nick grabbed her face, sticking his thumb into her mouth as she hesitantly suckled on it.

"All you pigs are the same, you want to beat up on us, but if we have a big ol billyclub, you just lay back and take your cunt beating like champs. I'll admit, this is the first time I've ever fucked sense back into someone." Nick growled, the slow dripping of blood, only adding to the demented image.

"Oh, I'd forgotten how good this feels, my boyfriend hasn't gotten fucked me in so long!" Popclaw cried, as Nick viciously grinned at her, bending forwards, he seemed to pull a phone out of nowhere as he unlocked it.

"Let's see here, Babe, is that him, or do you just let every man that come in here fuck your B-list brains out, hmm, do you have your very own D-list? Maybe I should call him and find out..." And just like that the roleplay was dropped as Popclaw tried to lunge at Nick, key word being tried.

Apparently that knock on the head wasn't for nothing as Nick grabbed her around the throat, never stopping his thrusts into her as she looked ashamedly at him.

"Considering you went overboard and tried to turn my head into a Gallagher watermelon, how about we call it even now?" Nick snarled, apparently the anger he felt was quite real.

Popclaw slowly nodded as the pace picked back up, although neither one said anything after that, even when Nick pulled out, giving her a liberal coating of jizz, her only response was to roll off the bed, and head for the bathroom to clean up.

"Goodbye Pop, I'll keep bugging A-Train about going public with you, especially given your cooperation with my work." Was the last words said as Nick left the apartment, wincing as he gingerly touched the spike in his skull.