Hedonism at its Finest

It had been a week since you voyeuristically helped Hughie and Annie have some fun, and things were advancing at a reasonable pace.

You knew the end of the first season was quickly approaching, but you were taking it a day at a time.

Today, for instance, when Homelander wanted all of the Seven, or at least its remaining members at a meeting.

"Wait, that guy, you've been fucking him?!" A-Train shouted as Starlight had a look of panic in her eyes.

"Wait, please, I can explain... I'm sure-"

"Keep those hands where I can see them." John ordered, his eyes glowing an ominous red as Star was barely holding herself back from either running or crying.

The tense air hung for a second before Maeve stood up, placing a hand on Homelander's shoulder as he relaxed, "Calm down, can't you see how scared she is, she had no clue what this Hughie Campbell was up to. He probably targeted her because she's new and he's been pumping her for information and things." Maeve explained as Star stared both senior Supes down, not blinking.

"Oh, he's been pumping her alright." You decided to make yourself known as you strolled into the middle of this bedlam.

"Nick, what are you-" You cut Star's question off with a raised hand.

"You do know that your tracker can double as a microphone, don't you Star?" You asked, although judging from her growing blush, she had no clue.

"Wait, you can listen in on us through those things? That seems a bit invasive." A-Train exclaimed before wilting under your glare.

"Everything is invasive these days! Homelander can't take a shit in a bathroom without some reporter wanting to know if it's runny or hard! Their selling dildo models of yours and Homelander dicks, and fleshlight of Maeve's! I don't want to hear how invasive it is, besides the fact that apparently Star isn't the only one who's out of the loop. I don't hear Black Noir complaining, thank God. We usually keep them off, so you can have a semblance of privacy, especially... well never mind, my point is, Star decided to run off without telling where she went, so we had to turn her mic on., and let me tell you, she may look like the innocent girl, but she's pretty kinky in bed." You revealed as Star's face grew redder, although from shame or anger, you had no clue.

"Is there a particular reason you dropped in Nick? Don't tell me you just decided to visit one of our meetings just to publicly humiliate Starlight?" Maeve questioned as you smirked.

"No, I really came by to introduce you to the newest member of the Seven. After Deep's dismissal, we had to stem the bleeding, so I was given the wonderful job of refilling your ranks. She just started, so it's not official on paper just yet, but probably by next month or the one after, she'll be joining you. I'm just showing her around, introducing her to everyone." You explained as you turned back to the door.

"You don't have to hang out behind the door all day, wanting to look all mysterious, Stormfront." You called as Storm peeked around the corner, before excitedly racing inside.

"Oh God, it's all of you! I'm so excited to meet all of you, and I can't wait to join up and help change the world." Storm exclaimed as you watched her work. Honestly, if you didn't already know she was a neo-Nazi, genocidal bitch, you'd probably believe her act.

"Wow, it's the Homelander, you look... so perfect." Stormfront said, lightly touching John's face as he recoiled in annoyance.

"Wonderful, a fangirl, just what we need. Well, you've said your piece, and done your job, so can you leave this to the actual members of the Seven?" John rhetorically asked as you nodded.

"Sure thing bud, just call if you need me." You said, exiting the room, Storm right behind you.

"They're so different in person than on paper!" She excitedly squealed as you snorted.

"You can drop the act you know; I already know you better." You softly ordered as she smirked, her smile getting cooler and her eyes sharper.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you got off on humiliating Starlight back there, telling everyone how much of a slut she is in bed. Should I be worried?" Storm asked innocently, mocking concern.

"Hardly, we just happen to have the same preferences." You whispered, pushing her up against a wall as you kissed along her neck, running fingers through her hair as blonde streaks appeared. As you pulled back, you own hair had turned a familiar shade of gold as she smirked, dragging you into a nearby supply closet.

"You're going to have to stop making me so wet, or we'll never finish this 'tour'." She teased as you shut the door behind you.