Pictures of her

Striding over to his car the man popped open his trunk. It was fortunate that wasn't the side she'd destroyed because it was where he kept his work equipment. Looking around at the sky he evaluated the light in the area before pulling out a particular camera. It was expensive, but it took great pictures and stored them digitally. Perfect for a photographer like himself.

Turning back to the puzzled heroine he smiled. "I want to take some pictures."

"Pictures?" she asked nervously, not sure about whether she should feel excited. Getting your picture taken was a good thing for a superhero, but it also seemed like it was too good of a thing for him to be doing it for her after she'd just crashed his car into a wall.

"Absolutely. I'm a photographer, you see, and you're a stunning looking girl and a brand new superhero. Not only do I get to take pictures of a beautiful young woman but I get a scoop on everyone else."

"Scoop?" her eyes gleamed. That was reporter lingo, wasn't it? Maybe she could get her picture in the newspaper on her very first day.

"Absolutely!" she agreed, hopping up and down in excitement. "How do I pose? What do I do?"

Chuckling a little to himself the man checked the camera over. "Let's start with you flying in. Then you drop down into a hover, exactly like you did before. After that we'll do some poses near the car."

"Um. Well, okay..." Jennifer said, taking off. She still wasn't that great at flying so it took a bit of maneuvering, but she managed the approach just fine.

Down below the photographer set the camera to record, deciding that he'd switch to stills later. Besides, he could probably get the girl to redo the scene if she messed it up. As it turned out she didn't. She stopped, dropped, and her skirt flew up, giving him a perfect shot of her pink pussy, unfettered by either panties or pubic hair.

Jennifer blushed as the man went to her knees, the camera aimed up at her. Was he taking pictures of her blue cheerleader shorts? Thank goodness she'd remembered those when she was designing her costume. She'd probably have to get used to everyone seeing them, so no sense in being shy about them. Maybe she should get a logo and put it on the shorts as advertising. She spread her legs a bit.

"Excellent! Now come on down and we'll do a few car shots," the cameraman instructed.

First he had Jennifer put her foot up on the bumper while he kneeled and took shots. Then he had her pull her leg bag as far as she could as if she were about to bring it slamming forward.

"Say, can you bring your foot up over your head like a vertical split?" he asked as if it were an everyday question.

"Of course I can," she answered, then realized he wanted her to do it. "Oh, I... you don't mean..."

"Ah, so you can't. No shame in not being athletic," he said with a show of sadness. Immediately the superheroine's leg shot straight upward, even going so far as to be behind her head. With her super-muscles she didn't even have to hold it in place. She beamed proudly as the man shot picture after juicy picture of her. Full bodies, close-ups, zoom-ins on her completely exposed pussy.

"Wonderful. Now something innocent. I want you sitting on the trunk. No no, put your heels up on the trunk too."

"They slide off," she protested. Maybe she should have gotten boots with a better grip to them.

"Put your arms around them. Use a touch of flight if you have to and hover."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," Jennifer said and made herself hover a fraction of an inch. It was enough that she looked like she was still sitting on the trunk.

"Excellent," he said as he snapped pictures from all angles. "Hug your legs so that your knees are to either side of your cheeks and your fingers are interlaced. Feet spread out, please. Now put your chin on your fingers and give me a sweet little smile. Wonderful! Now off the trunk. Strike a heroic pose, chest out-thrust. Great! Now the take off pose with your hands behind your head, and the butt pushed out. Don't forget the out-thrust chest."

"That's not the take-off pose."

"Sure it is. I've seen several heroines doing really sexy, even naughty poses as they land or take-off. It seems to be the new thing to act like you're on a swimsuit photo set. Pose a lot during your work and photographers will take advantage and get your pictures in the paper. So..."

"Oh. Right," she muttered, doing the pose he'd asked for.

"Now just flip up the skirt and give me a naughty look. Use your other hand as if you're saying, presented for your pleasure."

Jennifer gulped. Did heroines really do this?

"B-but, you'll see my..."

"Yeah, but I've seen it already, so you don't care that guys see that, right? Besides, you'll have to get used to it. And the public loves flirty super-heroines. You like to flirt, don't you?"

"Oh. Well, sure," she admitted to the now-recording camera. "It's kind of a thrill, actually."

"Excellent. This'll be the last picture and then you can get on with saving the city."

"There's someone threatening the city? Where?" she demanded with an alarmed look.

"No. I meant, you can go protect the city. The city is fine right now. Just do the picture."

"Oh. Okay," she said, and with her tongue on the edge of her lip she lifted her skirt, giving him her best come-hither look. "Presented for your pleasure," she said.

"No no, you're supposed to do this," he made a sort of scooping motion as his hands swooped toward his crotch. Almost as if he were going to cup his balls and give them to her.

Jennifer repeated the sequence, lifting her skirt and giving him a smoldering look as she used her free hand to motion toward her crotch. With a few snaps he was done.

"That. Was. Wonderful," he said emphatically. "And now I guess you'd better get going."

"That... was fun," she admitted, a little surprised. Who knew having your 'underwear', if you could call it that, photographed would be fun? "Well, I guess I'll be off. I hope, um, your car gets fixed."

"Oh. Thanks to your pictures I'm sure I'll be able to replace that heap of junk," he smiled, and kept smiling as she flew away. "I wonder what name I should use with the pictures. Super Slit? Supreme Slut, or something else?"