Valley girl guards

'Okay, I was right about it not being ordinary but I did not expect this.'

Due to his experience, Aaron expected sex. But no, although there was plenty of sexual touching, there was no actual sex. No penetration or oral or handjobs. Instead, the dignified, ceremonious women into a bunch of bimbos vying for his attention. Laughing, smiling, and having an all-around fun time.

Every time he said something, they acted like he made the greatest joke in the world.

"You're so funny, Chosen One."

"Yeah, so funny!"

"Hey, hey, tell us another story."

All seven of them were so giddy and cock-eyed that he wondered how they became Talia's personal guards. Perhaps this was their real personality. The part of themselves they were **** to lock up due to their mistresses' training and orders.

"Here's a funny one: a long time ago, when the Flash was sixteen and making out with his first girlfriend, the Reverse Flash used time travel to jerk him off at super speeds so that it seemed like he nutted at just a woman's touch."

"Awww~! So his girlfriend thought he was a quickshot?"

"She probably broke up with him."

"Hahahaha~! Aww, poor Flash!"

Aaron wished he was making that up but no. The Collective ****, a waterfall of knowledge, contained endless stories like these. Like a powerful stream, he could only drink what the palm of his hands could contain, so a majority of the stories he learned were pointless and irrelevant. He did NOT need to know the time a Green Lantern's girlfriend got killed and stuffed in a refrigerator, or Big Barda getting mind controlled into doing porn films, or pink Kryptonite turning Kryptonians gay. Wait, what would happen if the Kryptonian was bisexual? Would they become asexual? Or what if they already were asexual? Would they turn bi?

So many questions, so few answers. Unless he went into another meditative state, he wouldn't get his answers.

"Hey, hey, another! Another!"

"...one of the best detectives in the world is a chimp."

Laughter erupted from them like a tuned melody. Honestly, Aaron didn't know if what he said was from this particular reality but he hoped it was. He plucked it from the Collective **** on a whim.

"A chimp? Really?"

"You're so funny!"

Their valley girl accents threw him off since they were arab rather than blonde bimbos from California. Was this the result of globalization? Aaron shrugged and smiled. Listening to them carefully, he understood what exactly had transpired to turn them into such shameless women.

The Chosen One was hope. The Chosen One was everyone's friend. The Chosen One was the League's saviour–the answer to their training and trauma.

Tits, cunts, and naked bodies were served on a silver platter here yet he couldn't touch him. It truly was unfortunate. He thought about using this hot spring and these guards to snap a photo for Cassandra. The image of seven women surrounding his cock would definitely serve as excellent masturbation material.

"Hey, could one of you girls take a selfie of us?"

Aaron did promise Cassandra a photo. Although since his phone wasn't with him, he would have to make do with theirs. Seven women, each with matching red tattoos and a wonderful rack. Would Cassandra recognize them as Talia's personal guard? Probably not, right? As smart as Cassandra was, her strength lay in fighting, not detective work.

Flaccid peeking through the water, bright smiles facing the camera–

Snap!

The picture was taken. He instructed the female guard to send it to a certain number. Without question, she did.

"I'm honestly surprised this place has service," Aaron muttered.

Like siblings in a comedy, the seven guards responded, "We have service, just not the legal kind."

"I assume you also have the internet but not the legal kind?" Aaron asked.

The female guards giggled and simultaneously replied, "Yessss."

Laughing, he got up. Water dripped from every inch of his pristine body. He could sense the gasps and admiration. The lust. With a single glance, they followed him out of the bath. Two of them went to fetch towels. They watched as he raised his arms and went into a T-pose.

Then they started scrubbing.

Having seven attractive, toned women dry him was liberating. He felt like a god.

The soft towel gently rubbed his ballsack, absorbing the wetness on the satchel. Slow, tender, and safe. His dong was carefully dried and tended to.

Fuck…

He was getting goosebumps. His fingers were curling in anticipation. He couldn't wait to fuck Talia in front of the entire League.