Naming names pt 5

“We’re getting close to the bottom of our list,” you say when you can tear yourself away from the Wonder Twins, “Just the Big Names left.” The owner of said twins is silent, maybe because she has nothing to say, or just maybe because she’s fighting to keep her breathing under control from all the stimulation you’ve been giving her.

“Allrighty then. Time for girl talk. Of all the fine ladies remaining on this list, who do you think I would have the best shot with?”

Wonder Woman’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the change of tactic, “I’m not going to…pimp out my friends!!”

“Relax, I’m not looking for a pimp, just a wingman.”

Diana face is having trouble settling on an expression; she keeps cycling between disbelief, amusement, anger, and perhaps you’re imagining it but maybe just a hint of jealousy. “Why in Hera’s name would I inflict such an ignoble reprobate on…anyone?”

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist! If she says no, she says no. If we go out once and she doesn’t want to see me again, fine. And I promise anything that happens between her and I will be 100% mutually consensual. Unless of course you’re jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous…”

“Then who?” you repeat.

“Probably Huntress,” the lasso forces her to admit.

“Huntress, huh?” You picture the leggy brunette in your head and nod appreciatively. “Nice. Tho I confess I was hoping for Batgirl? I’ve had a crush on her since forever.”

Diana scoffs, “Trust the lasso when I say you would not have a shot with Barbara.”

“Ah, c'est la vie, Red. But Ms. Bertinelli will do just fine. I mean: those legs, amirite?”

“Helena is a very beautiful woman,” she agrees, then adds in a quieter aside, “Tho I’m not sure how much she qualifies as a ‘big name.’”

“Meow! Well she’s big enough for me. So. You’ll introduce me to her, in whichever identity makes the most sense, and won’t say I know both her identities. You won’t discuss anything that’s happened between you and I except to say we went out a couple times and the sex was great but…”

“I won’t lie to her,” she says, her voice almost teasing.

You move up close to the bound Amazon, your chest pressing against her naked breasts, “I am confident you won’t have to. You’ll say you think her and I would be a better long term match or whatever, and you will do your best to sell her on the idea of going out with me.” The bound heroine still looks a little skeptical, “I mean it’s that or I sell her name online to the highest bidder.”

Diana shakes her head slightly as if she can’t believe this is happening. “Very well. I don’t know what your chances are, but I’ll get you your shot.”

“Excellent, thank you. And speaking of Batgirl.” You shoot a look at your captive, “Is she a real redhead? That’s not like a wig or anything?”

“As far as I know,” she says patiently.

You give her a conspiratorial grin, “Did you and her ever…?” You rub your pelvis against hers, your erection hard inside your pants.

“No, I’m not her type either,” she says simply.

“Tragic. Who on this list have you fucked?”

“I don’t sleep with my coworkers, it only causes problems,” she says rather loftily.

“Don’t shit where you eat, I respect that.” You lock eyes with her, “You will sleep with me tho. I can’t promise we’ll get much actual sleep. Just lots of sex. You and me. All the rooms. All positions. All. Night. Long.”

“I thought you weren’t interested in my consent,” her voice doesn’t waver exactly but it does get slightly less regal.

“Not particularly, but I will accept your enthusiastic participation,” you say in a stage whisper.

“I will do my best,” she replies, her voice softer than you’ve heard it so far.

“I know you will,” you say without smiling as you take a tiny step back and write that down.