A liaison with Mercy Graves, just because he can.

Following Miss Graves to her car was still nerve-wracking. She was his direct conduit to Luthor, the closest he’d ever been to a (male) supervillain. If anybody would have some safeguard against the amulet, it would be her. But she had started stripping in his apartment. She wasn’t immune to it, and she had to know the implications of her own orders. This was fine, right? He sure hoped so.

She took a look up and down the street before she walked to her car, and he gave chase, sticking within arm’s reach of her. When she opened the driver’s door he climbed in first, shifting the seat back and reclining it to give him a little room. She tried to enter, and he grabbed her hips and turned her around so she faced him, pointing toward the back of the car. The door shut and she scanned the street further, and he wondered what was going on in her mind. Did she think she was looking for observers, or waiting until she got further orders, or just taking a rest? Honestly, he didn’t really care once she began unbuttoning her coat, and he leaned back to watch the show.

Miss Graves needed an impressive amount of agility to strip inside the confines of a luxury sedan, and she showed off every bit of it as she draped her coat on the passenger seat. Her hips slid against his cock, grinding through his pants and her panties without any awareness of why. He helped her by unzipping her miniskirt, and she didn’t say a word, preoccupied with getting her dress shirt off. Piece by piece she laid her clothing neatly next to her, all the way down to her grey bra and panties, with her heels on the floor in front of them. The difficult part was the stockings, and Brandon almost tore a hole in them to give himself access, but he didn’t see any need to antagonize Luthor’s aide any more than he’d already intended. He waited as she stretched herself out, licking her nipples whenever he got the urge, and when she at last sat naked in his lap he unzipped his fly, pulled out his dick, and settled her on top of it.

She rested her hands on the back of the driver’s seat and spread her thighs around his midsection, riding him while watching every passing car and walker. The tinted windows and dark night probably protected them from any voyeurs, and even then he only had to care about the men. One woman spotted the car, peered inside the window, and checked her teeth in her reflection, in plain sight of the naked woman fucking behind the glass. Her hand groped her breast once before she left, and Brandon suddenly found a reason to hurry up. He did not need a random person to linger by the car and start stripping, gathering an audience that would definitely lead to his building. But he also wasn’t about to leave Miss Graves unsatisfied, so he grabbed her ass and pumped his hips faster.

She was not a loud lover, which was probably for the best. She moved deliberately, shifting her whole body along his with barely enough room for her tits to swing in between. He groped and spread her cheeks, getting large handfuls of the ass he had admired in her miniskirt and guiding her on the best way to ride his cock. Small utterances escaped her mouth in a cute whine, vague “ohs” and “yesses” he almost couldn’t hear over the sighs. Her head tossed now and again whenever her hair fell too out of place, and her blood-red lips pursed as though she expected a kiss. So he gave her what she wanted, forcing his tongue in her mouth and trying to pin her, making out with her in her boss’s car. The extra contact was all she needed, and less than a minute later she pressed her body against his and shook, clinging to him and the seat while he filled her with the sperm she didn’t know she needed.

They lay for a moment, breathing together, until Miss Graves pushed herself up and tried to fuck him again. With a little extra fumbling he got her out of the way and stumbled onto the road, securing himself in his pants a moment later. He shut the door and she righted herself, adjusting the seat and starting the car with one hand between her legs. He didn’t know how far she’d get before she realized what had happened, and he hoped it would be far enough that she would cool down before she came back and knocked down his door for ****. Brandon had done what she’d told him to do, what Luthor had told him to do. He was allowed to enjoy any woman he wanted as long as he paid for it with the Justice League’s total humiliation.

He grinned and returned to his apartment. He had a lot of planning to do.