Preparing Siren

When you woke up you saw Siren naked on your upturned desk, patiently waiting for you to wake up. You realised quickly that from the way she was angled, it would be impossible not to stare down her bare nether regions.

“Wakey wakey sleepyhead, do you always have to sleep that long?” she teased, absentmindedly playing with her huge breasts.

“Only after nights with you” you said to which she smirked.

“Now not to pester you or anything but what are we going to do about the mess?” she said indicating the complete disaster your lab was in.

“As I recall it was you who made this mess when you broke out of the tube” you reply causing her to scoff indigently.

“Well I was bored, and since I was ready I wanted to get started early” she replied “besides don’t we have minions for this sort of thing?”

“No, it took me a lot of money just to make you. We don’t have any minions yet” you reply but then you remembered something “but I do have your uniform ready”

That perked her interest as you lead her to a wardrobe. Inside was a variety of casual and business clothes, though after typing a code into a keyboard which opened up a secret compartment where her uniform was.

“It’s tight” said Siren holding it against herself “though you probably knew that didn’t you”

“Yep, I’ll leave you to dress” you said as you left to what was left of your lab. The damage wasn’t as bad as you thought, nothing but the lab tank was truly damaged, only being dented or tipped. Which meant it wouldn’t cost much to repair.

Still you were slightly concerned about your financial prospects, Siren hadn’t been cheap to create. You would need some other method of finance.

“Okay Master John your new sidekick is dressed and ready to go” you heard from behind you. Turning around it your mouth hit the ground.

Her outfit consisted of a jet black leotard, that was tight enough to be plastered onto her. It had an dark green belt and cape which reached the top of her ass. In the middle a window was cut out over her cleavage in an enoromous shield that reached down to just below her belly button. She also wore a pair of dark green fetish gloves and six inch heels that went up to her thighs. These heels were connected to her leotard by a pair of black fishnet stockings. This all made Siren look like a cross between a stripper and a superhero.

“I feel like a fetish model” she said standing proudly.

“I- I well...” you stuttered awkwardly only for Siren to laugh.

“I’m teasing you. In any case I think it’s time I test out these powers” she said punching her fists together “any suggestions?”