Green Metal

"You may send him in now." The seasoned silver haired beauty sat in her imposing chair and looked out the window of her office. She was at the top floor of her personally owned skyscraper. The guest she was expecting was unusual, to say the least.

The doors opened and a much younger man entered. "Stud is in the house! Still alive and ready to do some business shit. You must be–"

"Green Metal, although most of the time I go by Mallery. A pleasure meeting you, Mr. Stud." The older woman beat Stud to the introductions, making a point out of reaching out her hand for him to shake. "Your reputation preceeds you, young man. Your 'Super Stud brand' has had quite a successful debut month.

Stud shook Mallery's hand. "Thanks. Anyone ever tell you that you look a lot more like a robot on TV?"

Mallery laughed in a way that was well practiced to sound genuine. "I see you only know me from my super suit." She pushed a button under her expensive oak desk and a selection of robot parts flew down from the roof. A green, robotic hand and a metal mask flew like a rocket towards the woman before draping themselves over her like an exoskeleton. When she next spoke, her voice was deeper and more robotic. "Yes. Being a. Billionaire. Has it advantages. In crime. Fighting." She clicked the button and the robot parts left her, retreating somewhere up the roof. "But I've retired from that life. My focus is mainly on growing the Green Tech business now. That's also why I don't bother with the masks and aliases anymore. But enough about me. Please sit."

Stud looked on, captivated by the impressive display, before accepting the offer to sit in a very comfortable, if slightly lower chair across from Mallery's.

Stud eyed up the woman in front of him. She had a few wrinkles, but was otherwise perfectly gorgeous. He drew extra notice of the impressive bust her tan business suit hinted at. "Wow. Stud came here because he wanted to find some cash. He didn't expect to find a smoking hot babe."

Mallery laughed again. "Oh, stop it. I'm sure we can find you both. Let's get down to business, shall we? Whisky?" She handed Stud a glass.

"You know Stud dosen't turn down whisky."

Laugh. "I was quite suprised when that Muscle Woman called me up after all this time and recommended I meet with you. She used to be my junior towards the end of my super hero days. Stubborn girl. Not one to ask for favours, so I figured I'd comply. Given recent events, I see her insight might have been a tad biased."

Mallery clicked another button on her desk, causing a large TV-screen to descend from the roof. It automatically turned on, showing what looked to be highlights from a late night TV-show. On the screen, a host was interviewing the guest star, Muscle Woman.

****

*Applause* "Welcome to the Jim Show. It's so great to have you here with us tonight, Muscle Woman."

"It's great to be here, Jim. There's a lot of rumors flying around about me lately, so I'm glad you're giving me a platform to set things straight."

"Don't thank me. I'm just as interested in these rumors as our audience." *Applause* " So let's get right to it. This all started two weeks ago when your... ex-sidekick? When the up-and coming hero, Girl of the Hour, came out as the, well I'd say girlfriend, but I have it on written record she prefers to be called something else." *Laughter* "When she came out as the, let's say 'virgin sex friend-'," *Laughter* "of this guy."

A picture of Stud and Girl of the Hour appeared on screen. She was sticking to him like glue with an adoring expression while he was looking really satisfied as he winked at the camera in a goofy manner.

"Yeah, this guy." *Laughter* " Stud. No I'm not making that up. That's his actual name" *Laughter*

"This is of course all the headlines. Everyone's talking. What's going on? Who is this guy? Then, bam! Out of left field, you show up. And now word is you've joined this new movement of superheroes who compete for this one guy like it's a new season of the Batchelor." *Laughter* " Now, I've been trying to wrap my head around how to formulate this question in a gentle way that won't make you do your Muscle Woman thing and beat me up until I look like Stud's twin." *Laughter* "Unfortunately, there is no gentle way to ask this, so I'm just going to say what everyone's thinking: is Muscle Woman slobbing on Stud's cob?" *Applause, whistles*

"Haha, don't worry. I'm not beating you up, Jim. Yet." *Laughter* "As for your question, I hope I can make this clear once and for all. And you can quote me on this: Muscle Woman is definitely not slobbing on anyone's cob." *Applause, whistles* "No, my ass has the honor of joining the Super Stud brand as their exclusive new asshole. I asked, and Stud has made it clear that he has no interest in me or my bitchy mouth, so no cob slobbing will take place. Here's to wishful thinking, though." *Stunned silence*

"Woah, woah, slow down, wildcat. Ever heard of TMI?" *Laughter* "Seriously, though, if we want to air this, you need to tone down the language." *Laughter* "So if I'm reading the situation correctly, you are really excited that you're joining the Super Stud brand. A group of superheroes whos, to my knowledge, only benefit and purpose is that they get to be in bed..."

A picture of Stud in the middle of sneezing shows up.

"'-with this guy?" *Laughter*

"Uhhh, who wouldn't be, Jim?" *Laughter, whistles*

"Ok, ok. Let's just agree to disagree." *Laughter* "But even so, your sex life with this guy is limited exclusively to the backdoor, to the point where your official position in Super Stud is... the asshole?" *Laughter*

"You hit the nail on the head, Jim"

"Or hit it down the hole, oops sorry, sorry." *Laughter*

"Haha, no that's right, I'm currently positioned as the asshole. Although it is not in written contract as Super Stud is currently working on building an administrative body that can handle the papers and legal documents, I have it by word that this will be an exclusive position. I have the immense joy of being the only super heroine serving ass, sorry, I meant serving as Stud's asshole." *Laughter, applause, whistles* "Other titles and responsibilities include being Stud's butts(beep)t, his a(beep)ack cu(beep)ster and possibly an(beep)l ad(beep)ct. Like I said, the formal paperwork is on hold for-."

"Ok wow I'm getting informed in my ear here that we need to change the topic asap if we want to air this episode." *Laughter* New question: how do you know this Stud guy, and why does it seem like superheroines fight for him harder than they do against crime?"

"Stud is amazing! He's any woman's dream, not just superheroines'. And his dick is definitely above average in size."

"...Good to know." *Laughter* "How did you meet him? And how does a proud and compassionate person like you end up as such an asshole?" *Laughter, whistles*

"It's a great story, Jim. I am actually working on a new book that goes into the lore. Stay tuned." *Applause*

"Congratulations! A book on meeting Stud - those sell like hot cakes lately." *Laughter*

"Thanks. The short version actually involves one such book. It goes like this: I first heard of Stud from reading the new book, Super Stud - The Man Who Conquered Time, written by Girl of the Hour."

"Your long time sidekick, recently gone independent."

"Right. I get through her book and also see her on the news, and it's obvious my naive little sidekick is getting all the dick she needs." *Whistles* "Meanwhile I'm sitting there, sexually frustrated as can be. Suffice to say, I went into full bitch-mode. I stormed straight off to vent my frustrations at Stud."

"You know, I often hear people say they lost their temper or saw red. This is the first time I've heard someone put it quite so bluntly as, 'I went into full bitch-mode'." *Laughter*

"That's because you've never met a bitch like Muscle Woman." *Laughter* "I barged into Stud's mansion and started breaking his stuff. When one of his butler's showed up, I complained and screamed at him. I remember what I said word by word: 'I want to speak with the manager, asshole." *Booo*

"Wow, we already knew you were technically an asshole, but turns out you're a real asshole, huh, Muscle Woman?" *Laughter*

"You know it. I was a pent-up, hormone driven, bitch with a stick up her ass. The only thing that saved that stammering butler was the arrival of one man."

"Stud!" *Gasps*

"In the flesh."

"I never thought I'd say these words, but, let's go, Stud! I need you on the field." *Laughter* "Don't stop. What happened next?"

"Stud showed up and the pure sexual energy he exuded stopped my bitching right there." *Applause* "If you want to know what happened next I suggest you buy my upcoming book, 'Muscle Woman: bad mouth, good a(beep)l. With pictures. A Super Stud Story.'" *Laughter, whistles*

"You can't stop there! What happens next? Come on! Talk, asshole!" *Laughter*

"Let's just say that Stud knows women, and he could tell at a glance that my problem was that a certain hole was criminally under-stretched." *Applause, whistles*

"Oh, you are a riot, Muscle Woman. We could listen to you for hours, but time is running out." *Booo* "I know, I know. But we do have one last question that's plaguing everyone's mind: How did Girl of the Hour react when she found out her former mentor was coming to steal her man?"

A picture appears. It is a common meme picture of a woman looking shocked as a man, seemingly her boyfriend, gets distracted by a woman passing them in the street. Girl of the Hour's face was edited over the shocked woman, Stud over the guy and Muscle Woman over the passing woman.

"I'm glad you asked, Jim, because I think this is the part people struggle to understand. I'm not taking Girl of the Hour's spot. She's still Stud's exclusive virgin, likely to stay that way since nobody can stay a virgin quite like her." *Laughter* "I'm simply securing another spot under Stud as his exclusive asshole. Moving forward, we're sure to see turbulence as heroines fight for the spots left in Super Stud, and I for one am exited to see how it turns out."

"Muscle Woman, if my counting serves correctly, you and Girl of the Hour are already monopolising two holes, and I'm pretty sure no woman would be satisfied only using the third. Unless she is the world champion of sausage eating contests." *Laughter*

"No worries. Three women alone could never handle all of Stud. But I say this as a warning: If any of you hoes try to take my spot as Stud's asshole, you are dead, you hear me!" *Applause*

Muscle Woman got up from her seat. She turned around, leaning one muscular arm on the chair while the other violently yanked the back of her green leotard up between her ass-cheeks as they directly face the camera. She then started twerking, the massive weight of her behind making waves and audible clapping sounds. A set of papers is hurriedly placed in front of the woman by the host as he leans over the desk, blocking the view.

"That was all for tonight, folks. I've been Jim, she's been an asshole, and if you're looking to hook up with Stud, good luck!"

Outro theme plays as camera fades away from stage and gradually turns dark.

***

Mallery clicked a button to have the TV move out of sight. "She always had so much spunk, that one. Though I didn't read her as the type to join in on this type of media stunt. I'd guess your relationship and her feelings are at least somewhat genuine? That would explain her sudden change in principles."

"Yup, *burp*. Stud hit that." Stud was on his fourth glass of whisky when he stopped caring about pouring and started drinking straight from the flask.

Laugh. "I'm glad you like it. Please, help me get rid of the stuff. While you do, I'll walk you through some of my thoughts."

Stud half nodded as he started snacking on a bowl of expensive-looking sweets.

"The proposition I received from you by mail is a partnership between my company Green Tech and your... brand. Super Stud. The benefits for you are obvious. You'd be able to utilise Green Tech's vast resources and talent. As the company's founder and majority shareholder, I have the ability to grant you this deal if I so wish. That puts me in what we in the business call a power position." Mallery kept her voice calm and steady, as if reciting a well practiced routine.

Stud was halfway paying attention as he just realised that the compartment under the desk functioned as a mini fridge. His head ducked under the desk to explore.

Mallery raised her voice slightly to make sure she was heard, but otherwise stayed calm. "Now, as I see it, your Super Stud has certain advantages. Most obvious is your media pull. You are, as they say, 'hot shit' right now. This is of course connected to your second advantage, which is the acquisition of Muscle Woman and Girl of the Hour and their corresponding brands. One industry staple and one up-and-comer who just had her breakthrough."

Stud, still under the desk, looked at and tossed aside different types of cheese, truffle butters and water brands from inside the fridge.

"That is unfortunately the end of the advantages as I see it. And there are pressing issues with your brand that might overshadow any good."

"Huh?" Stud got up from under the desk. He held a croissant in his mouth and a beer in each hand.

"Firstly, although you have had a relatively successful launch month, you are not doing anything to capitalise on your newfound popularity. Have you planned any events? I would place you adjacent to the soft porn industry, so a subscription services could be highly profitable. And why aren't people given the chance to pay for any form for merch? There is a huge loss of potential revenue here."

Stud spit out the pastry in his mouth. "Oh shit. Stud didn't think of any of that at all."

"I could tell. The only attempt at capitalisation my analysts could find was your brand's book series. They have sold well, and are likely to keep selling well on account of Girl of the Hour's and Muscle Woman's names. Your future prospects are less certain though, as the approval ratings of Girl of the Hour and especially those of Muscle Woman have noticeably dropped after joining Super Stud. My advice would be hitting the iron while it's hot. Launching a huge series of advertisements and products as quickly as possible would be wise. Of course, a budding business like Super Stud dosen't have that capability, but Green Tech does."

Stud had listening intently at the older woman's words. "Perfect! Wow, lady, you really know this business stuff."

Laugh. "You pick up a thing or two when you've been in the game as long as I have. Though I wouldn't celebrate just yet. As I see it, there are a few major issues stopping a partnership between us. Number one is scale. Super Stud's reach is limited to the fame of it's assets, in this case its heroines. Muscle Woman and Girl of the Hour are regional brands that for a limited time are enjoying national fame. Green Tech is a brand that has reach internationally. It does not make sense for us to partner with such a small actor, especially one with a risky, non-family-friendly image. Had you acquired a bigger name, say Ms. Galaxy or Mind Mistress, names known around the globe, that would be a different story."

"Show Stud a picture of the two and he'll consider rizzing them up."

Laugh. "Oh I'm sure you could. But I'm afraid I can't bet my company's resources on your luck with the ladies. Now, all of these were issues I already knew of before your arrival. Then knowing that, why do you think I still allowed you this meeting?"

Stud contemplated before confidently concluding, "Ohhh, you wanted a look at Stud up and close. You're a minx, baby, but Stud likes that."

"Suprisingly accurate, boy. You see, it is my belief that the business itself is secondary. What really matters is leadership. With the right person leading, anything can be profitable. I don't know the young Girl of the Hour, but I solved some missions with Muscle Woman back in the day. I was curious to see what type of man had the ability to make a woman like her agree to join such a brand as Super Stud. And to have her willingly present herself as a harlot on live TV, I might add. And so I invited the leader of Super Stud to measure his mettle for myself. To see if you had the business sense to be a worthy investment."

Stud reached out a **** covered hand, big smile on his face. "And? Does Stud have a deal?"

Mallery did not move to shake his hand, instead pulling out a tissue to clean her own. "I'm afraid not, Stud. I invite you to reflect on why that is on your way out. Contact my people if you are interested in a deal after you've fixed the issues we've discussed today. Feel free to take the whiskey with you." She clicked a button and the doors to her office opened.

Stud used a minute to catch on, but his reaction afterwards was not to leave. "Hold on, baby. Stud hasn't even given you his offer yet."

Mallery folded the tissue and put it away before answering, "And what do you have to offer that my analysts haven't already informed me of?"

Stud took a good look at the woman before nodding in approval. "It's true that Stud originally only came here to get some sweet cash, a mansion and maybe some advice on how to grow his brand. But that was before he learned Green Iron was a sexy piece of ass. Stud was staring at your rack the entire meeting and those tits are something else."

"Oh I could tell. Flattery won't get me to change my mind, kid. What are you offering besides gawking?"

Stud smiled. "Well, Stud can't take you for your tits just yet since he hasn't even seen them, but he has been looking for someone to be his personal MILF. Good MILFs are harder to find than porn makes you think, baby. But with those knockers, that mature sex-appeal and that deep mommy voice of yours. Fuck it, welcome to Super Stud, baby!"

Genuine laugh. "Oh stop it. You know, some women would have your head for speaking like that. You're lucky I'm a fire soul myself. Really? Me, join a group of the youngest, hottest, most talked about beauties in the nation. I'll take it as a compliment." Mallery grabbed a glass of whiskey and took a swig. "You're certainly bold, I'll give you that, kid. You know, back when I was still appearing in those playboy magazines, they used to call me stuff like that. MILF. Mature beauty. Sexy mommy. Ha! Maybe your mommy's mommy now."

Stud had begun eating the croissant he dropped on the floor earlier, but spit it out. "Wait, mommy's mommy? Like a grandma? Are you an old hag?"

The glass in Mallery's hand shattered. Her expression suddenly darkened, and her tone which throughout the meeting had stayed professional and pleasant suddenly turned deadpan serious. "What did you just call me?"

"Sorry, baby, the MILF thing isn't going to work out. Stud can't have people thinking he's putting his dick in dry pussy."

Fake laugh through gritted teeth. " Aahaha, the youth today sure are ballsy. Don't you know it's rude to comment on a woman's age. I suggest you leave now, Stud. The door is right there."

"Hold up. You're still a rich bitch and your body is still really nice. Stud knows you'll fit somewhere in Super Stud. Stud's blowjob girl? Nah, your lips aren't that fuckable. Stud's GILF? Maybe as a side thing. But Stud can't get a GILF position before he gets a MILF position: people would think he has a fetish..."

While Stud was talking, Mallery already called security and was clicking a button on her desk. Several robotic armor-pieces flew down from the roof, attaching themselves to the woman to form a green battle suit. She lifted her palm toward Stud, revealing a built in gatling gun. With a robotic voice, she demanded, "Leave. Now. Green Tech. Are not. Interested in a. Partnership. I have no intention. Of being your. Sugar mommy. Boy."

"Bingo!"