Late for work

Six days ago (Friday)

So much of this day was a weird dream to me. I remember vaguely calling a cab and getting inside. I remember trying to process everything in the past day during the trip while lazily responding to the cute female driver. How both women commented on the taste of my cum, or how I even stooped so low to do something like the pasta. Or the fact that Kia was acting like a every man's wet dream out of nowhere and jerked him off before work. WHICH HE WILL BE LATE FOR! And he couldn't afford to fuck up at work. His boss already wanted him gone and was only there still because of the owner. Then add in the whole admitting he wanted to dominate his superhero roommate in the bedroom while cumming on his neighbor. It was a lot.

"Yeah," I responded to whatever the driver said lost in my thoughts.

"So I should practice?" she asked surprised.

I snapped to and looked at her. "Holy shit!" I felt terrible but I wasn't expecting massive breasts threatening to pop out of her dress. The woman was of some sort of Latina descent and was very pretty, long black hair, average weight, beautiful face and legs. But her chest was huge and rebelling against her clothing choice. I blushed, "Sorry."

The driver laughed and shrugged, her breasts bobbing in the confines of her tight summer dress. "All good. You're not the first customer to appreciate them, but you might be the first I don't mind." There was an awkward pause as I was figuring out her statement before she looked into my eyes with curiosity, "But you really think I should practice more?"

Feeling like shit after vocally cat calling her chest I couldn't admit I wasn't listening, "Of course! Always practice as much as you can! Don't let anything hold you back."

The driver pulled up to my office and looked shocked, "Honestly I expected people to support it, but not with such sincerity. Thank you." She looked at my stop and frowned, "Anything else?" Getting the hint I admired how cute her pouty lips were before handing her a generous tip and opened the door. "WAIT!" She called and I turned to see her handing me a piece of paper. It was a number. "Look, I don't normally do this but you really helped me out with something I've been stuck on for awhile. Anytime you need a ride somewhere call me and I'll drive you right away for a cheaper price."

Shocked by the open kindness from a female in what must be a hellish profession was surprising and I remember thinking, What the hell did I tell her to do? Before rushing into the building and finding my desk. Five minutes late. Not the worst. But enough for my boss to notice and make excuses. Pulling up my article I saw Miss Seyah walking towards me and I hid a groan. The woman calmly leaned over my cubicle and frowned, "Five minutes late and an article due yesterday. Better be good or your ass will be on the curb, shrimp dick." Great she was her usual self.

"I will have two articles done for tonight. Including one I'm sure you will put on the home page of our website!" I bragged. "Let's just say I have pictures and secret information on the warehouse incident last night."

"So do you and every wanna-be journalist in the city," the woman scoffed lighting a cigarette. Smoking was technically not allowed in the building but she was virtually untouchable. "All the pictures are shit. The information is circumstantial and ridiculous theories. Not worth crap."

God how was I writing for this? I pulled up a picture of Scarlet, only feet away casting a spell to entangle several guards while Stardust put up a barrier behind her. From moment to moment I watched my boss' face go from skeptical amusement, to confusion, to denial, to utter rage. "Nobody was allowed inside that warehouse during the incident, how did you manage to get pictures like this?"

I was a bit too delighted by her frustration and shrugged smugly, "Gotta keep my secrets if I want to stick around."

Miss Seyah forcefully put out her smoke on my desk, adding to the many burn marks beside it. "Get the fuck to my office...now."

Following the older woman I snuck an appreciative look at her, if it wasn't for her horrid personality she was actually quite attractive. Even being in her thirties, I could see a world where I would hook up with her. Especially to put her in her place for being a bitch the past few months. Entering her office she began typing and clicking in a silent rage before turning her screen to me. Picture after picture of Scarlet and Stardust beautifully taken from my articles were clicked through until landing to a terrible shot I did for my last article of Wonder Woman several yards away. That week Scarlet needed to lie low and I promised not to send or write anything about her. Only issue was that was what was keeping me here and a pathetic article on a well documented hero did not do well at all.

I just stared back and continued to play dumb. At least until my boss began speaking, "So weird how the article of Wonder Woman, not even in a fight but publicly helping some service workers was your worst shot. But almost every Scarlet and Stardust heist the past two months have been absurd how lucky you have gotten. How many times did you infiltrate the bases of Stingray unseen and escape without anybody noticing?"

"Luck, I guess," I casually lied. She had nothing on me and I wasn't afraid. I had what I needed to appeal to the owner and I owed her nothing.

"That's a shame. Honestly I was hoping for a real scoop on how a talented and dedicated journalist was able to put his life on the line to keep the public informed and safe. Stuff that could really get you a raise and even a promotion." His boss leaned back in her chair and gave him a wicked grin. "Guess instead I will have to send my own personal front page article on how a local reporter used his affiliations as a Stingray thug to get some extra money on the side. Best part is I have all your pictures as proof. And of course you were the one there, apparently."

"You know I'm not part of a supervillain gang," I said clenching my fists. "It won't fly."

"Oh really?" she laughed, "Have you not been paying attention to news in the past decade? It's all scandal and fluff. Entertainment and excitement for the public, they don't give a shit about being informed. They want fun things to talk about. And this story will go viral. Not to mention I looked into your past and you got into a lot of fights with guys over the years. Apparently quite the skilled fighter. Not to mention shortly after Stardust took in Scarlet to help her tackle Stingray you come here for a job with these fantastic unobtainable pictures. You rode the failure of your boss to elevate you elsewhere. Whenever your job security as a thug was in question you would post what uninformed people would call genius and resourceful articles. Sure it's all circumstantial, but it's enough to sell."

I realized she was serious. "Look I can get you a really good article by the end of the day, trust me. I even have-"

"Secret information somehow only you know?" she raised her eyebrows and grinned in victory. "Guessing you can't share how you got that either."

"I'm not some thug, I get word of an operation and I find ways in. They are old warehouses those are easy. A famous hero in the streets is a bit trickier." I slowly and cautiously said. "You know this. So why?"

Miss Seyah shrugged and gave a sarcastic and apathetic look, "I'm known here for years for my historic articles. Hero marriages, exposing fallen heroes, hell even revealing identities I've kicked ass for the past decade. I can't be fucking touched baby! All I have to do is manage some shit journalists and write on fire article a year to prove I still got it. But some jerk off like you with weird perks he doesn't like to share starts making me look dated? Well that shit wont fly. Moment I saw your first few articles I knew I needed you gone. We already have me. We don't need you taking my job!"

I was dumbfounded. "So article or not you're gonna try and bring me down with this slander?"

She smiled, "Already did. Turns out it was enough to make the owner nervous. Sorry shrimp dick but you don't have a job to submit jack shit to anymore. And if you try anything." She pointed her pen at me. "And I mean anything. The article I just talked about will be released and you will never work again, hell might even end up in jail."

"And pretending to be understanding and letting me go easy will look good to the boss..."

She nodded slowly getting up. "Look who's learning a bit too late. Take your shit elsewhere. Just remember...you keep getting articles like that and flying high I will melt those wings sweet Icarus. No matter where you go."

Cleaning out my things and waiting for a cab home was the most painful experience I had so far in my life. I had made good money as a journalist and now being any more than average would be risking not only my well being but Scarlet's as well. Sure an idiot like Miss Seyah would see things as me being a henchman but a smarter villain reading that article could potentially read between the lines. Ditching my ego I called the number I was given and waited for that nice driver to come by. I had no incentive to ride the bus home after this but saving a bit of money might be worth it now that I didn't have a job.

After a couple of minutes the familiar car and sweet smile welcomed me and I felt embarrassed, placing my stuff in the back and silently listening to her insistence on sitting beside her. Once again I was lost in my thoughts reflecting on how fucked the past day had been before realizing she was talking to me again, and realizing she was casually going the wrong way. "Uh, I said 34th street, Miss."

The driver giggled, "My name is Nadia. And I just need to make a quick stop if that's okay? You don't have to worry about rates or anything." She was right. I was paying less for the ride. Whatever 'less' was. However when we turned into a deserted parking lot I was a bit more concerned.

"Hey, Nadia." I faked a friendly tone, "What is the quick stop for?"

She licked her lips at me, bending slightly to offer a endless chasm of cleavage, "Practice."