Jimmy's good intentions nearly melt away upon encountering 6 feet of pure Amazonian lust

Jimmy Olsen grimaced and pressed again on his signal watch. Superman would know how to fix this, he was sure of it, even if he had already loused up everything so bad. How long ago in the past had this all happened, he wondered? Had he been the owner of a strip club with poor Wonder Woman as a stripper for weeks? Months? YEARS?

He stood up and walked to one of the huge thugs guarding the door to his private balcony. He tried to speak with confidence he didn't feel addressing the massive man.

"Hey, um, you! Go get Wonder Woman down there up here now!"

"D'ya mean Princess, Mr. Olsen?" the big man said in a surprisingly squeaky voice.

Jimmy winced but nodded.

"You got it boss! Be right back."

Jimmy groaned and rubbed his forehead as the thug moved briskly downstairs. At least he could probably fix this mess somehow, no matter what Inara said or did. She'd made the mistake of making it pretty clear that this version of Diana had to obey him, so he could obviously just command her to stop acting like a horny stripper and the problem would be solved! Hopefully before one of his Kryptonian buddies arrived at the sound of his signal watch.

Wouldn't it?

Diana came practically bounding up the stairs, her big tits swaying and jiggling like mad as she ran over to Jimmy, wearing only red thigh high leather boots, a red g-string, her lariat and a smile. He noticed her nipples were up and hard as he stared at one of the most famous racks in the universe. Before he had a chance to speak, she fell to her knees in front of him, moaning and playing with herself.

"Mr. Olsen, sir! Mmm, did you like my dancing? Did it make you want to fuck me first before I fuck all those lewd men? PLEASE say yes! I'm so horny and I yearn for your masculine authority! Please, please FUCK me with your perfect cock, Mr. Olsen!"

The blood rushing to his cock at the sight of Wonder Woman herself kneeling in front of him and begging him to fuck her made him completely forget what his original plan was. Her big blue eyes were staring at him like he was a god of sex and she bit her full lower lip seductively as she played with herself in front of him. This close, he could smell her pussy juices she was so incredibly wet, one of her hands working feverishly between her muscular pale thighs as she stared up at him.

"Um." was all Jimmy could respond, licking his lips, his good intentions briefly forgotten at this impossibly hot sight of a literal Amazon kneeling before him and begging for his cock, a cock that was getting harder by the moment.

"Would you like to fuck me with another girl? Should we call for one of the others?" she asked, mistaking his hesitancy for something else.

"Or would just my slutty pussy, harlot asshole or bitch mouth work tonight, Sir? You can fuck all three, I BELONG to you! Please, sir, I'm sooo HORNY! I'm a harlot in heat and I need it SO bad!" she half-panted, half-whined as she shuffled on her knees toward him and reached out a slender hand towards his crotch where an erection was now clearly tenting his expensive black slacks. Coming from anyone else, it would sound like cheap porno dialogue but between the look on her face and the glowing lariat on her hip ensuring she only told the truth, he knew she really wanted to fuck him this badly.

"Oh! The lasso! Give me your lasso!" Jimmy said as he had a eureka moment just before Wonder Woman's hand came into contact with his erection.

"Yes, sir!" she said and reached down to yank it off her g-string and handed it to him, snapping the soaking wet g-string, not that she seemed to care.

Jimmy grinned. He didn't know magic but he knew enough about the lasso of truth to know it could probably fix her. He looped it around her neck and cleared his throat.

"Diana, you're not a stripper or a harlot or a slut! You are a superheroine!" he announced in what he hoped was a firm, commanding voice, forcing himself to look her in the eyes as he did so. To his dismay, she just gave him a big wink.

"Oh, no! Jimmy Olsen, how did I end up like this?" she said in a voice that echoed her old self's but seemed oddly off as she reached up to cover her breasts. "Nearly naked in a den of lewd men and so very horny?"

"Um, well, there was an evil genie thing and a mind control gun and- well, long story, but I used your lasso to fix you, so you should- wait, did you say horny?"

Diana gave him a pout.

"Yes, Jimmy, I am so very horny! You saved me but I'm still so wet! I now simply MUST fuck someone! May I fuck YOU to thank you for SAVING me from being a slutty bitch in heat? I'm soooo grateful and soooo horny!"

As she cupped her tits to present them to him, he dumbly realized that she was just playacting her old, heroic self.

"But- I don't- the lariat should have fixed you!" he grumbled, looking at the lariat in his hand and back at Diana.

Inara reappeared with a grin, bobbing her head to lick some sweat off Diana's cheek.

"Mmm! Yeah, maybe it would have, if it wasn't used with that mind control gun to break her in the first place!" the ifrit snickered.

Jimmy Olsen scowled and then realized he had the mind control gun in his pocket and a magic lariat in his hand! Maybe he could trick Inara into letting him use them on her!

"OK, so you're smarter than me, I get it." he sighed, turning away from her and Diana, unlooping the lariat from around Diana's neck, muttering "Diana, just go back downstairs and keep dancing." to her as an aside.

"Yes, Mister Olsen!" she replied and practically flew back down the stairs to obey his command. Jimmy tried really hard to think about baseball as she left.

"Thank you! Most of my Masters don't admit that, nice of you to say." Inara replies with a little chuckle.

"What if I were to wish that-"

He secretly flicked the button on the mind control gun before continuing.

"You are a good, helpful, dim-witted genie who just wants to make everyone's life better, obey every wish and command in the spirit it was intended and never hurt anyone beyond maybe smacking them around with your huge boobs when you ride them like the dumb bimbo slut you are?"

He turns around and is pleased to see her violet eyes go wide in shock and dismay.

"See? That's a wish that's kind of sexy, like it's gotta be, but still my idea! One that stops you from messing up everyone's lives! And you can't stop me from making it, especially with this-"

He lifts up the lariat.

"And this!"

He takes out the mind control gun.

"Please- please, no! Anything but that!" the ifrit whimpers, backing away slowly as Jimmy advances with the two items, grinning triumphantly. "I promise if you do that, you'll regret it!"

"Ha! I don't think so!" Jimmy says with a smirk as he tosses the lariat around her and pulls it taut before whipping out the gun.

"Nooo! Stoooop!" Inara whines but Jimmy doesn't hesitate before he pulls the trigger and makes his next wish, lasso of truth in hand.

"I wish that you are a good, helpful, dim-witted genie who just wants to make everyone's life better, obey every wish and command in the spirit it was intended and never hurt anyone beyond maybe smacking them around with your huge boobs when you ride them like the dumb bimbo slut you are!"

There's a shimmer of purple sparks and Inara's form vanishes, replaced by that of an infuriated Power Girl's with a gag in her mouth, big blue eyes furious.

"Look at who just came running at the sound of that watch of yours!" Inara says smugly as she reappears next to Jimmy Olsen, seconds too late for Jimmy to take anything back that he just said or did.

"What can I say? I TOLD you that you'd regret it, Jimmy." she adds as he watches Power Girl's famous uniform reshape itself into a gauzy bits of pink silk and her furious eyes go vacant and aroused.