He Nervously Responds

"Ummm..." he stammered, "My name is, uh, Tony, and uh..."

"How did you get this number?" demanded the voice on the other end of the line.

"Well I, uh..."

"You'd better answer me right now!" the voice insisted. "I've already traced this call and see that you're calling from..." There was a pause, then the voice continued, "Some little dive of an apartment on the east side."

"Look, I don't know know who you are," Tony replied, anger getting him over his awkwardness, "But I was GIVEN this number by someone who claimed they needed help. I guess it's a wrong number. Sorry." He started to hang up the phone but pulled it back to his ear when he could hear the voice on the other end screaming for him not to hang up.

"Who gave you this number?" they asked.

"It was, uh..." Tony got awkward again, remembering the fantasy blowjob under the table at the swank restaurant. Deciding that honesty and bluntness were the best policy, he dove right in. "Well, it was a hot girl in a snakskin outfit who sucked my cock at a restaurant, and just before she did it she told me she needed help and wrote this number on a napkin in lipstick."

The only reply was the hiss of static on the line, until he could barely make out a conversation on the other end.

"That doesn't make any sense!" insisted an unknown male voice. "But it could be her," stated someone who sounded just like Batman. "She doesn't give blowjobs to strangers," countered the female voice who had answered the phone. "But if she was captured, or brainwashed, or somehow **** to, then maybe this was her only way to get us a message," came the unmistakable voice of Superman.

"Holy shit!" thought Tony. This number really WAS the Justice League hotline! How did that hot bitch who sucked him off get it? As he followed the debate on the other end of the line, it all came to him--the girl was some kind of superheroine who was in trouble, and she had used him in a **** try for help. His mind reeled at the possibilities.

"Sir, are you still there?" came the female voice on the other end of the phone?

"So, it's 'sir' now, is it?" replied Tony sarcastically.

"Umm, yes, sir. We think you have critical information that is vital to the Justice League. It is imperative that you report here at once for interrogation."

"FUCK you," Tony replied, the anger in his voice surprising even him. "I have vital information and you want me to come to you? I don't think so! If you're so **** to talk to me, then you come here, got it?"

There was a pause in the conversation while the woman on the other end processed the abrupt change in tone. "Yes, sir, we will come there to talk with you."

"No, bitch," Tony replied, "YOU alone will come to talk with me, Wonder Woman!" He was thriled that he finally recognized the woman's voice. "And no magic lasso or other tricks, got it?" He knew that her sense of honor wouldn't allow her to lie to him or trick him in any way. "And when you get here, after you pleasure me like the other bitch did, then I'll think about telling you what I know."

There was a longer pause this time, and some whispering on the other end of the phone. Finally Wonder Woman replied, her voice cold as ice, "Fine."

Tony decided to take a quick shower and to change into some nicer clothes. It wasn't every day he got a blowjob from two superheroines. Fuck, he thought, he'd never had a blowjob in his life before today from a girl at all. This was turning out to be quite a good day after all...