Well.. Temptations Abound

Frank pounced to object, “Bro, I can totally see where you’re coming from, but what kind of superhero would pull that shit?!”

The unnamed guard finally broke his silence to advise, “I don’t buy it.”

Martina wavered as she regarded you. Surprisingly, she wasn’t angry. She was contemplative as she spoke, “..My body is not some.. commodity. Are you sure you don’t want money? I can write a blank check for you.”

You shook your head, “I don’t care about money. Your body or I’m out. Take it or leave it.”

Ironically, a begrudging sense of respect rose in the eyes of the trio at your hard line stance. Martina, especially, appeared flattered. She gestured towards the glass door and said, “Let me confer one moment with my subordinates. What’s your name, by the way?”

“Michael.” you replied automatically, without remembering to use your newly dubbed superhero moniker, “Damn it.”

Frank had your back though, “Don’t worry, Terminator. None of us heard anything.” You shared a brotherly smile with him, after which they exited the gym to have private discussions, while leaving you trapped on the bench press. You still saw them behind the glass wall of the gym and you were curious to hear what they had to say, so you wished that you could listen in on them for the next few minutes.

Martina crossed her arms and said, “Jose, what do you think?”

Mister Tall and Silent explained, “He.. uh.. doesn’t seem like the sharpest tool in the shed. Even if he’s practically unkillable, you fought him yourself, Miss. He’s soft. He hardly fought back at all. How do you expect him to kill your uncle?”

You were stunned. Jose was right, to an extent. You didn’t have any experience in hand to hand combat, so unless you got lucky, anyone you didn’t want to kill with a little bit of fighting experience and technique could mop the floor with you. That was in spite of your impressive musculature.

Your lovely fan, Frank, came to your defense, “So what? We’ll train him! This was his first time being a superhero, cut him some slack! .. Imagine if someone else gets a hold of his talent? LAPD? We’d be fucked!”

Martina grunted with displeasure and kept looking between the floor and your restrained body inside the gym.

Jose countered, “We might be hunted by bigger fish than your uncle if his secrets get out. The US Military will want him captured for testing and won’t stop at anything.”

This point shut Frank up. Jose was a surprisingly level-headed guy. You could admire that. Then again, all guards should be level-headed. They didn’t know you could use your omnipotence-lite to wish away any capture order or military pursuit.

Martina paced around in thought and reasoned, “You’re both right. There’s an opportunity here. If we can hide our involvement with each other, have him kill my uncle, and cut off further contact, that’d be best.”

Well played, Martina. Unfortunately, there was no way she could escape your clutches so easily.

With a winning smile on his face, Frank said, “Right, right! Plus, it’s not like you to care who you screw when you get into ‘those moods’. All you have to do is channel your free-spirited energy into something beneficial this time! Sex work is work too.”

You liked Frank more and more.

Jose coughed with embarrassment. Martina glowered at her overly honest bodyguard, “Damn it, Frank! There’s things you can say and there’s things you can’t say. When will you ever learn to shut the fuck up?!”

Frank just laughed and scratched the back of his head, “Ah haha, sorry Miss.”

Turning away with a scowl, Martina stomped back into the gym with her two guards and soon elegantly stood before you in her bodacious bawdiness. She composed herself and said, “Very well, Michael. I can accept your terms as long as I can call the agreement to an end at any time. You.. sort of left it open-ended.” She laughed to herself and sarcastically joked, “I can’t just be your plaything forever, even when I don’t need your help anymore, right?”

You gasped and replied indignantly, “I would never take advantage of a lady in that way!”

Frank and Jose nodded to themselves and Martina smiled. She replied with visible relief, “Great, it’s reassuring to hear that. You know.. you may be a pervert, but I’m glad you still have a sense of right and wrong.”

You mentally wished that Martina had a barrier on her nethers preventing anything from entering or stimulating them other than your fingers (for now). Sorry Martina, Frank might have been right when he implied that you were a little bit of a villain. This little sex bomb now had **** but to turn to you to get off. You laughed out loud with eagerness to see how she would handle one of ‘those moods’, as Frank called them, without you.

Frank laughed along and put his fist up to you. You fistbumped him and then pointed to the barbell crushing your hips at a dangerously close distance to your crotch, “Do you mind?”

“Ah, right! Let’s get you out of there.” said Frank. He and Jose removed the weights and pulled the barbell off you, after which you immediately healed the damage.

Martina offered her hand and helped you up to your feet. Her face was a little red and she looked down at the crotch section of your khakis occasionally. Your dick grew back to a full erection under her sensual gaze and the knowledge that this woman would be yours from now on. Judging by her appearance, she was only a few years older than you. If you didn’t see the slight wrinkles on her face, you’d have mistaken her as a busty athlete in her mid-twenties. Her body, from the neck down, was a work of art like that.

Your bulge and the rapid rise of sexual tension was noticeable in the silence of the moment. Martina stammered, “We.. we were discussing what to do next and thought you could use some combat training.”

That wasn’t going to happen now. You couldn’t take your eyes off Martina’s genitals. Her nipples were pointy, her areolas were thick, and you still saw the trail of pussy juice on her thigh from your previous encounter. She covered her private parts with her hands and arms to block your hungry gaze. In a small voice, she ordered, “Stop that.. If you need.. We can go to my room.”

You denied her without hesitation, “No, let’s do it here.”

She furrowed her brows. This princess was not used to people directly disobeying her. Both of you were the same height and you stood close together, nearly eye to eye. She resigned herself though, and waved away Frank and Jose. Once again, you disagreed, “They will remain too. The agreement was ‘sexual services from you whenever I want’, so.. I have the latitude to determine what those services consist of. Anyway, you have already had sex with them. Right?”

Blood rushed to Martina’s face. She stopped blocking her nubs, leaned into your shoulder, and whispered, “You are testing my patience.. Don’t push it too far!”

Frank, bless his heart, confirmed your query congenially, “Of course. Boss fucked her way through ten of us nonstop once!”

You found a real people pleaser! Well.. not anymore.

Sensing Martina’s mood worsening further, you took matters into your own hands. You cupped her upper butt with one hand to pull her body into yours and placed the other hand against her cheek, then brushed away the hair on her face. She writhed in your grasp and her breath quickened.

For so long, you felt like an observer in your own life.. allowing people and places to pass you by, smothering your own feelings, and refusing to take risks. No more. A long-repressed, cruel anger at the world which you blamed for turning you into the passive participant you were today came from deep inside you. The shift, which had already begun earlier, was catalyzed to completion in an instant. There were no more consequences. You could do whatever you wanted with this random woman’s body! She gave herself to you in a transaction!

But before you could do anything more than squeeze her flesh tighter, Maya’s face flashed over Martina’s, and you immediately felt sick to your stomach. You released your grip and backed away. Martina seemed almost disappointed, but you had bigger things to worry about.

Who were you? Wielding all this power, what kind of person were you going to become? Would your family like the person you become? Someday, years from now, would they cower silently before you instead of scolding you with worry? One day, would you have to mess with the minds of your family to **** them to love you like they used to? You didn’t want any of that. However much of life you had missed out on, you still had things you cherished and didn’t want to lose!

Closing your eyes, you took a few seconds to dispel the corruption and re-center yourself. Maybe you would have to relearn this personal lesson of humility every day: I am Michael and I am a **** human being. You opened your eyes and broke the awkward silence by nervously admitting, “Um.. this is my first time.” Your gaze shifted between all three of your new acquaintances.

Martina’s eyes twinkled brightly as she said, “Oh?” She approached you slowly, wearing a genuine smile, and reassured you softly in her perpetually sultry tone, “No worries, Michael. Leave everything to me.”

Curiously, you have never felt more erect in your life.