Fairburne part 3: From lapdance to blowjob, but her super-strength, even controlled, presents issues.

"What?" Detective Murphy asks as if pulling down his boxer shorts around his knees was the most innocent act in the world. "You're not gonna try and just up and leave me with a case of blue balls like this, are you? You can't just tease a guy like this and expect him to be satisfied with a little touching."

"This has gone way past anything reasonable! Maybe... maybe I should go and tell your boss about this." The statuesque green-clad girl bounces on her heels, in a fighting mood.

"You shouldn't do that." Detective Murphy says confidently. "John there... well, he isn't exactly the nicest guy in the world. Most of us have learned to look the other way. But he has big-league contacts with the, uh, League. Honestly, he can pretty much get away with whatever he wants. The only reason that the ladies in this department, or the girls on Police ****, don't get treated as his personal harem is because he has a thing for you spandex-wearing teases. All I'd have to do is tell him and you'd be spending a much more uncomfortable night in lockup than your teammate did. Sure, the League'll come and bail you out eventually. But in the meantime? And you can forget about your little cleanup operation."

Swallowing heavily, Fairburne's green eyes keep flicking down to the thick length of turgid manhood sticking up from the detective's lap. He continues. "Oh, I guess you wanna just do it the hard way? Remember, Captain Johnson has his pet muscle-bound gorilla with him. I've seen that guy juggle 500 pound concrete bollards like they were bowling pins. Now... let me go ahead and be a feminist, heheheh," the twitch in Fairburne's eye shows that he's succeeded in annoying her, "...and assume you could beat him. How much damage will you have to do though? Maybe the League will overlook all the breaking and entering, felony forgery, assaulting an officer, and resisting arrest, but demolishing half of the police station isn't something even they can cover up."

He stops speaking and rests a hand on the statuesque woman's chest, tracing it down over her jaw-dropping curves. "Well, they probably could, and would. But not for a C-lister. That's how it works, girlie. You pay your dues, serve your time, for years. And then... you get the perks." He gives one of her breasts a squeeze again for emphasis.

"Alright, enough rubbing it in already." The redhead says, breath quickening and sweat building on her forehead as her eyes drop to the floor. "I don't have to like it, but I see the position I'm in." For the first time, a quaver of fear enters her voice. "W-what do you want me to do for you?"

"Well, the least you could do is return the favor. I can tell you were feeling good when I was giving you a little taste. Very good taste, by the way. Much better than donuts." Dan says, chuckling as he throws her earlier unimaginative taunt back at her. "So if you want me to play along, make me feel good."

When she comes closer, Fairburne's stance is a far cry from the confident swagger she came in with. She shuffles her feet a few inches at a time, reflexively holding her arms over her chest and hips, as if that was enough to hide her bombshell of a body. Unable to make eye contact, she kneels down over his lap, and takes a deep breath... A shudder runs through her as the musky smell assaults her nose. She pushes her spandex-covered breasts forward and squeezes his cock between them, slowly starting to move up and down.

He interrupts her quickly. "Ahhh, ahhh, a little too much friction for that. C'mere." he reaches forward and grabs her head. At first, she doesn't move an inch, which isn't surprising given her strength. But she slowly allows herself to be pushed lower and lower, opening her mouth to admit the length of man-meat. Very slowly, Fairburne's stretched ruby-red lips slide down the pole, then back up.

Nostrils flaring, Detective Murphy gets an aggressive look in his eye as he tries to push down on her neck and back. This has no effect on her slow, unsure pace of fellatio, which he soon realizes. He bucks his hips upward, and Fairburne can be heard gagging as it hits the back of her throat. He tries to thrust again, her her hand on his thigh keeps him pinned firmly to the chair.

"Damn it, damn it, you're just teasing me, you little... you little cock tease." He grits his teeth, growing frustrated. He tries to yank her up off of his groin... which has a delayed effect, as she gradually pulls away in the direction he indicated.

"Shit! B-minus for effort, schoolgirl," he says, his voice taking on a more menacing tone all the time as his lust takes control. "but this isn't what I had in mind. I mean, hell, I'll just come out and say it: I've gone right off the edge here. I wanna... I wanna use your hot mouth like a toy, show you I'm in control..." he reaches forward and puts his hands on her shoulders, but she just brushes his hands away as if they're in the way and starts running her tongue up and down the length of his cock again. Again, he grabs her head and tries to **** her to take it back into her mouth, but when she's braced against the chair, he can't shift her an inch.

"Nnnghggghhh!" It was clearly frustrating the detective, but only in a way that excites and arouses him more. "Damn super-tramp... Can't you turn that super-strength of yours OFF for a second?"

Fairburne buries her face in her hands and groans for a moment, then looks up at him with pure contempt. "Of course I can, you absolute idiot! Do you have any idea how many pieces your skeleton would be in if I couldn't control it? Nevermind your... thing. Take a look at this." She grabs a penny left laying around on his desk, and pops it between her ruby-red lips. Without moving her jaw at all, she puckers her lips as if getting ready for a kiss, and after a few seconds of effort, she's bent the coin in half. "I'm already giving you oral sex, you vicious bastard. That's enough. If you want me to move somewhere, or... bend some way, just, just tell me." She steals a glance over at the hacking device dangling from the desk.

He purses his lips and stares with the single-minded madness of a boar in heat. "Turn around again."

Sighing and frowning again, the superheroine stands up and bends over at the waist, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs, hiking up her perfect bottom next to him. The perverse lieutenant squeezes those lovely cheeks. "Well, even though bullets might bounce off you, you sure feel as soft and lovely in my hands as any woman I ever touched. So I can't complain about that." He looks down at his lap again, then back to her. "I don't have all that much to compare it to, but you give lousy head, girlie. You just made my ache worse."

He sticks three thick fingers down past the hem of her bikini bottoms, and Fairburne starts losing her incredible composure. She bites down on her lip to stifle sighs and moans as her body betrays her, responding to his fingers teasing over her sex. He keeps doing that for a while, taking his time exploring her smooth pussy with his fingers.

"Ah the hell with it, I can't take it anymore and I don't care how wrong it is. I wanna fuck you."