In the sauna....

Man, I should do this more often.... Marcus thought to himself, sliding back against the sauna's wall. He was sitting, arms resting at his sides, with a white towel over his lap. It was rare for him to find a chance to relax, especially since Supremacy.... well, he'd had a lot more work lately. But he would think about that all later, just like he'd think about how Kamala might be reacting later. For now, he was just going to enjoy being alone and relaxed in the steam....

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Well, at least he was still relaxed in the steam. The door slowly opened, and he used the minimum energy required to lift his head and open a single eye. Hopefully it wasn't anybody too chatty, he just needed to unwind.

He'd better be-

As the door was pushed inwards, gently shifting the steam in the room, a woman came into view. She stepped inside and let the door close behind her. One towel was wrapped around her chest, another around her hips, both looking rather generously-sized. She scanned the room, then settled her gaze on Marcus.

Perfect. She smirked, sauntering over towards him.

Marcus quickly sat up and shifted around, making sure his towel was in place. He hadn't stopped to consider quite what "available to all patrons" meant, as he covered his already-covered groin with both hands and began to grow embarrassed. The woman stopped a few steps in front of him, with a polite smile.

"Aw, no need to be so shy! What's the matter?"

Marcus paused. The lady tutted, and walked over to sit next to him.

"You know, sugar, I've known a lot of men, and I can tell when something's got them down. Don't tell me -- girl trouble?"

Marcus hesitated again. But then he sighed, and his posture relaxed somewhat. It wasn't like he was in this part of the city often. He should have been able to talk freely without anything ever coming back to hurt him, since he most likely would never see anybody here again under his civilian identity. Besides, maybe talking about it was just what he needed.

Shifting his hands away from his towel-covered lap to rest either side of him, Marcus sighed. "Yeah, me and my girlfriend had a bit of a fight earlier. I'm staying the night here to give her some space."

"What exactly about, if you don't mind me asking?"

Marcus bit his lip. Obviously, he couldn't tell her the real reason, but he should probably say something if he wanted the conversation to actually go anywhere helpful. Besides, this lady seemed trustworthy, and like she could give him some good advice.

"It's.... sex." He said, after a brief deliberation. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for it, and she's- y'know, she's ready for it."

The woman's smile widened. Liar. "Ohohoh, I getcha, hon." She chuckled deeply, reaching up to unravel the towel stretched around her clifflike chest. "It's so hot in here- you don't mind?"

Before Marcus could so much as look up and realise what was happening, the towel had dropped to the floor. He gulped as the twin jugs were set free so close to where he was sitting, eyes suddenly completely glued onto them. For reasons he couldn't explain, he just couldn't take his eyes off of them -- so large, so round, so ripe, glistening with... sweat? Protruding so far from the rest of her chest, there was just something about them that sapped his usually strong willpower and morals away to a degree where the superhero was openly gawking at the breasts of the woman beside him, even as he talked about his girlfriend.

The woman stretched her arms up, arching her back forwards, analysing his amazed expression with a confident smirk. Fucking weak. She thought. Then, her own expression took on an element of amazement as she saw something she most certainly did not expect. Brawn's towel was starting to shift, as he seemed to be stiffening and growing harder beneath it -- at this rate, he'd be tenting it visibly any time soon. The woman had to hold back from laughing at the thought of a look at her boobs and a negligible inhalation of lovelotion being enough to take out Supremacy's own protege. She knew her body was good, but damn, this was basically straight worship. Still, it would all be for nothing if she couldn't keep the act up and keep the momentum going, so she couldn't afford to take in the sight as much as Brawn certainly was.

With the woman standing up and stepping in front of him to face him, Marcus was snapped out of his stupor by the removal of breasts from his vision. Shaking his head a few times, he turned to look up at her now higher face as she spoke down to him, still gathering his thoughts and admittedly copping additional glances whenever he could.

"Tell you what -- I think Kamala's got it right, and you're worried that you won't perform so good. How about we help you get a bit of experience before hand, so's you don't let your lady down, huh?"

As she spoke, she waved her torso side to side, making sure to keep his eyes focused on her jiggling boobs. But Marcus was brought back to reality momentarily as his subconscious picked up on the use of a name he hadn't mentioned. How had she known his girlfriend's name was Kamala? He was sure he hadn't said it.

It took all of his focus and willpower to drag his eyes off of her chest and to the sauna floor. He shook his head several more times, gathering his mind once again.

"N-no...." He muttered. "No, sorry, no."

"What's the matter? Afraid to get laid? Don't tell me you're a virgin now, sweetheart."

This was weird. This was too weird. Something was definitely off -- it wasn't just confidence or horniness about this woman, there was something deeper.

He looked back towards her, straining to keep his eyes locked on her standing face and not her enticing, waving bosom.

"I- I think I should head back to my room...."

The woman sighed as he started to stand up, shifting forward to engulf his face in her chest as soon as it was at the right height, and using it to push him back down into a sitting position.

"Mmf!"

"You're not going anywhere, hon...." She muttered, holding the back of his head to keep him in place for a few more moments so that he could breathe her in a bit more. When she was happy that he'd taken in enough to stay stupefied, she shifted back and knelt down on her haunches between his open legs as he gaped and gasped to get the hot, steamed sauna air back into his lungs. "Little fuckin' virgin, huh?"

As he blinked and shook his head, struggling to get his mind back and figure out exactly what was going on, the woman was already admiring the full-length tent visible through his towel. Flicking the head gently with one finger, she giggled as she watched it swing back and forth. Then gripping it tightly through the towel, she jerked it upwards a single, powerful time and released the towel to send it flying across the room. Looking back up to his dazed eyes as she took the hero's semi-erect cock into her hands, starting to stroke it up and down to full hardness, she grinned and wiggled her backside eagerly.

"I'm Sierra, by the way."

With that, just as Marcus started to compose himself and resist once again, Sierra threw herself forward to take his ever-hardening cock into her mouth as she knelt between his unresponsive legs. Her soft, warm lips felt like heaven, and set Marcus back several steps on his road to recovery as his eyes nearly rolled back into his head and his body stiffened up again. All the while, Sierra was working to get him up to his full potential, gorgeously plump lips curved upwards into a smile that she just couldn't contain.

The city's hero moaned and leaned back in the sauna, hands finding themselves on the back of Sierra's head in what was initially an attempted resistance but became a meaningless and weak gesture. She continued bobbing up and down his length with her cocky smile, eyes half-lidded in confidence as she rode him to full stiffness with her mouth. She'd make him an unknowing accomplice in his own defeat, before forcing him to spurt and brainwashing him. Looks like she'd have some fun with him tonight after all.