Post-nut clarity.

Post-nut clarity hit Aaron hard.

Hard enough to snap him out of the spell Poison Ivy had him in.

'Iman must have used all her energy up,' Aaron thought, adjusting himself to let his cock plop out. Immediately, a torrent of cum poured out. White, heavy and excessive in volume, Aaron sighed as he pushed Iman off himself and placed her against the elevator wall. His pants and boxers had been drawn to his knees, sparing Aaron from the influx of his own nut. Wiping his ballsack clean was awkward but with enough patience and time he was able to do it.

Aaron and Iman had fucked for…what? Fifteen minutes? He checked his phone. Yep, he was correct.

He tried calling the Gotham Police but his phone couldn't get a signal. Another one of Ivy's tricks, he guessed.

Given the GCPD's record, Aaron also predicted help would be late. Crime was rampant during this time of night and at the second largest Wayne Technologies building they probably assumed security could handle it for a while, especially if they didn't know who was involved.

'But security isn't doing jack. There's been no announcement on their end. Ivy and Harley must have done something.'

There were two places the supervillains could have made that announcement: the security room and the top secretary's desk. The former was on the ground floor while the latter was at the top of the building, the thirty-fourth floor. Regardless of what they were after, Harley and Ivy were likely still in the building. Especially because it was so damn hot. There was no way Ivy wasn't nearby. Her body produced pheromones that–according to the news–could turn a normal, well-adjusted person into her personal monkey.

"God." Aaron sighed and fanned himself. "The aphrodisiac makes me so damn…" He shivered and glanced at the creampied Iman. Leaning on the wall, cum oozing out of her pussy, her closed eyes, her tilted body, her vulnerability. It took everything in his body not to jump her.

The shock going up his body nearly gave him another erection. 'Control yourself, control yourself, control yourself. Fuck.'

He was so hot, he felt like he was burning up. He desperately, vehemently needed the cool air to touch his skin. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' He couldn't stand wearing his shirt and pants. The itch to tear it off was too strong.

So he decided to forgo them all together.

For Aaron it was a new sensation to be standing nude in a space outside his home. He had never dreamed of doing it before, especially in the elevator of his workplace, where countless employees stepped on and off and where cameras rested in the corners. He was supposed to be watched. He was supposed to be exposed, yet it felt weirdly liberating to be in the nude. His logical side kicked in and screamed at him that this was indecent exposure in a public space. A crime. A mistake.

'But fuck. I can't. I can't wear clothes. It's too damn hot! It's like I'm in a desert thirsty for water!' His eyes crept towards Iman again. 'Or in this case…sex. Fuck.'

Aaron straightened himself. Ignoring the fact his cock and balls were out, as well as being barefoot, he looked at the elevator camera. The spherical device in the corner was turned off from the looks of it. Aaron was a little relieved.

'Nobody saw us then,' Aaron thought, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Although the camera was turned off, the lights on the elevator were still on. He pressed the emergency button and waited.

"Hello. Is anyone there?"

Silence. Aaron was ready to give up and try a different approach when a voice buzzed to life.

"Security here. Um. Are you trapped in the lift?" The voice was nervous and belonged to a female. "We don't have a visual on you and, uh, half the building's grid is messed up. I'm sure you heard Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn on the speakers."

"I did," Aaron responded, staying cool and collected. "Are they still here?"

"I think so. Ah, well, actually, I don't know. I'm kinda by myself in the elevator security room on the third floor. The main security area is on the first and, uh…I heard some stuff on the radio. I…I don't think they're okay."

Aaron could hear the trepidation in her voice, hiding the way she was panting. Breathless.

"Are you new?"

The woman took a while to answer. "...yes. Sorry. I was given this shift 'cuz I was new and it's easy and they said it wasn't really important but that I could use the experience and, but, uh, um…"

"I know, I know." Aaron could see she was on the brink of losing it. All by herself, seeing nothing and hearing nothing except the daunting announcement of the supervillain couple. Anybody in her position would be scared out of their wits. "Er, this is weird to ask but are your clothes still on?"

Suddenly, she was breathing heavily against the mic. "Oh my god, no! No, no, no! No way! It's so damn hot! I feel like I'm on fire! Just hearing your voice makes me…" She let out a moan. Aaron grimaced. Was she…was she masturbating? "God, I'm so sorry. I just can't…" She was furiously fingering herself judging by the laboured sound of her breathing. "...you sound sexy, you know?"

"Focus. Please focus, Ms…?"

"Samantha!" She heaved out. "I'm Samantha! My name is–"

"Alright, Samantha. Can you get this door open?"

"Door open? Open the door?" Samantha sounded just as crazy as Iman and could barely conjure up words. "I…I think so. Just…give me a second."

Aaron heard a bleep. Then, the elevator doors came apart and the chaos of the first floor was exposed. The foyer was in complete disarray. There were plants thicker than cars sprouting from the front desks and going all the way to the back. Flowers and small patches of grass on the laminated white flooring. It was oddly silent though. He stepped forward and looked around. The elevator to the left was empty. As in, there wasn't a landing door, seemingly torn apart by something.

'Harley and Ivy must have gone up the building through here.'

Aaron returned and told Samantha through the elevator mic, "Thank you. I'm going to have a look and see if I can get help."

She gasped loudly. An orgasm, perhaps. "O-okay. Stay safe."

Aaron didn't want to leave Iman in the elevator so he dragged her out. His cum was still spilling out like an avalanche, her pussy vacant and gapping. He waited for everything to exit her broken twat before dressing her up. He didn't want to risk anyone seeing her in this fucked state and connecting it to him.

Iman was totally out of it too. No way she was waking up for another three or four hours. She wasn't like Cassandra, who was bred for physical activity, or Vicki, who occasionally used sex as a way to get her scoops. She was, despite her time in the government, an ordinary person. Intelligent and quick on her feet, yes, but in the world of superheroes she was nothing exceptional.

'Probably a virgin too. Sorry.'

"See ya, Iman," Aaron muttered.

Vines hung down from the ceiling and he began his search with immense caution. The front entrance was blocked and destroyed by a giant green root. Aaron could tell with one glance there was no use punching through it. It was filled with purple prickly bits, perhaps poison or another dangerous stimulant.

'I've had enough of the pink sex snow she gave us.'

Aaron's eight inch flaccid cock slapped against his leg as he walked. The echoes were deafening. He was too well-hung not to create an impact. It was like his dick needed to announce its presence, like a mating call.