Other Business

When you'd gotten on your knees, and stuck your tongue into Starlight's lightly damp womanhood, you'd expected her to take the reins, grabbing your head and holding you in place, taking the chance to get some pleasure just as Deep had done to her, after all, you were far more willing than she had been.

However, it seemed it was more than Star could handle, not in a sexual sense, but rather an emotional one as she did lace her fingers through your hair, but rather than holding you in place, she pushed you back from the table, leaving you sitting quite literally on your ass as she looked at you with a shocked expression.

"Wh-What was that?" Star managed to say, swallowing deeply.

"I thought you might relish the chance to be the one in charge, that after Deep's stunt in the conference room, you may wish for some release. I did mention that I fulfill various roles for the Seven as they arise." You explained as Star continued to watch you warily.

"No, I'm fine. I'm good." Star asserted, sliding off the table, as she adjusted her skirt, heading for the door.

"Okay then, shall I move on to our final thing to cover today?" You asked as Star paused, turning to look at you with a resigned sigh.

"Sure, you want to see if I'm still a virgin, as in line with my 'good girl' image, or maybe you want to let me know which of the other members of the Seven I'll be partnered with in my first pseudo-porno?" Star spit out acerbically, her clenched fist glowing with a dull light.

You struggled to catch yourself for a few seconds, faced with an angry female with the power to knock you through a wall if you pushed her right now before reminding yourself that you were technically her superior, in both power and authority.

"No, as exciting as both those options sound, I was wondering whether you would prefer a time later today or tomorrow for your first live combat training?" You inquired with a **** flat tone.

That caught Starlight offgaurd as she tipped her head to the side slightly, probably trying to remember if someone had mentioned this to her, it was unlikely, since the only member of The Seven she'd interacted with hadn't seemed all too interested in conversation, much preferring a different use for Star's mouth.

"Oh, um, can I get back to you on that?" Star asked, and with a soft smile you stood, proffering a card to her that seemed to appear out of nowhere as she took it.

"I'm also 'required' to give that to you, it's my phone number, call me if you get into any trouble and I mean any trouble. Just let me know later about the training, I'll give you until," You glanced at your watch, noticed it was around one in the afternoon, "3:30 sound good?"

"Uhm, sure thing." Star mumbled as she opened the door, leaving in a rush, although you were fairly certain you'd spotted tears in her eyes.

But that wasn't your business now, you had a different meeting to get to as you too left your office, the door vanished with a soft eave of your hand as you headed for Madelyn Stillwell's office.

You arrived just in time, managing to to enter just as the small talk finished and turned to business as Stillwell tried to exhort money out of the Mayor of... you honestly couldn't remember, nor did you feel any inclination to since the guy would be dead before he ever made it home.

"Nubian Prince is polling high with people in your area, I think he'd be the best fit. Now as for price-" Stillwell was doubly cut off by you sinking into the couch beside her, and by the Mayor's short answer of 200 million, his eyes sliding over to you.

"Oh, don't let me stop you from blackmailing us, I was told I may be needed here, but it sounds like you decided to go with Nubian Prince, and I'm only in charge of The Seven so I'll just get out of your hair." You said, literally already on your feet as your part of the business had already been taken care of.

"200 million, no no, that won't work at all." Stillwell argued as the mayor's attention was split between us, before deciding to focus on the known threat, so to speak.

"200 million, or the news may hear about a little something called Compound V." The Mayor threatened, and although Still tensed up for just a moment, you helpfully jumped back into the conversation.

"Compound V is/ was a failed experiment in trying to cure Alzheimer, the **** in the program were very unfortunate, but science requires some risks, and they all knew what they signed up for. Anything they've told you, and it must have been them since anything otherwise would imply a mole here in Vought, is covered by a blanket NDA." You shot back, giving Madelyn more than enough time to organize a more proper response to the Mayor's threat.

"As our lovely Assistant Manager of Super Heroes stated, while we were ashamed to be involved in Compound V, that won't move the needle on our price, if you can't meet it, I'm afraid we'll just have to go to Atlanta." Stillwell said with a soft smile, well as soft as a business woman staring down the barrel of career suicide could be.

"Well, like I was saying, it sounds like my job is done, so I'll leave the rehashing of money to you two bigwigs, some of us have to actually put our shoulder to the grindstone around here." You exclaimed chipper as you walked past the Mayor, who seemed to be all but ignoring you now.

"Now then, what next on my agenda, maybe I'll go drop in an Ashley, she always enjoys my company." You muttered under your breath sarcastically.

"Nicolas." You heard behind you as you turned to see Madelyn, apparently already finished with her 'meeting' although you don't know how the Mayor got past you without you noticing. "Please step into my office." Stillwell continued, holding the door open for you as you turned on your heel, heading back into the fire.