Of course she fucking does! She’s crazy, not stupid.

“Of course I do!” +3 SP (Peyton: +96) “I’m gonna have to try to keep the entire gang in line without Scarface! And handle those upper crust types, all while he’s staying inside!”

“Jesus, don’t panic,” I said quietly, glancing nervously towards the others and the guards. No one was too close and she wasn’t yelling, or anything, but still…

She nodded slowly.

“Breathe.”

She did, slowly, which made her chest thrust out at me, despite the unflattering Arkham jumpsuit, I felt my cock jump slightly.

“Listen, if you need help, I know the Foundation manager’s brother and sister-in-law, they can help prep you, all right? And you can handle the gang. They’re used to hearing you give orders on Scarface’s behalf,” I said.

“Right. Right. I can handle this. I can handle this.”

“Good girl. But I should warn you, I’m not in charge of them and neither is Scarface. I can introduce you, but you’ll need to ingratiate yourself and convince them on your own. And without threats, they’ve got heavy security ties,” I added that last bit, just in case.

“Fine.”

“And you’ll need to arrange for yourself to get away from here. I’ll leave a phone for you at the Walking Man’s gym, on 17th,” that was neutral territory, so it should be fine. I gave her instructions on how she’d be able to access the locker. It was Jenna’s, but that shouldn’t look suspicious. “Then you can arrange a pick-up once you’ve got the gang in hand. I’ll try to get Scarface access when I can. Listen, when its a text, it’s him, when its me, I’ll call, all right?”

She nodded again. Eagerly this time at the notion of getting orders from her man. I was eager to see if orders she didn’t know were from me would get me points as well. A few more quick words and we were done with each other for the day, though not before she gave my erect cock an amused look and an arrogant smile that made me want to put her in her place, though the plan didn’t really allow for that. If I’d known what Diamond planned to do with her, than I’d have been less disgruntled, but as it was, I was aroused and grumpy for most of the rest of the day, though I hid it well.

I hid it from the other supervillains, though I’m pretty sure Calculator saw it, but he was too busy calculating who was in his group and how to manipulate them into agreeing that they should all watch The Usual Suspects to care.

Rapetoy caught me over lunch, forcing me to meet up with her so she could pass off the file on Alyce’s secretary. It was thin enough I could read it over lunch. Despite her attempts at distracting me with her outfit and her words, I got through it.

There wasn’t much there. A sealed juvie record, and family ties to one of the old mobs, don’t remember which one, but nothing since he turned eighteen and nothing which indicated he had current ties to any of the current groups. Weird choice for Alyce’s aide, but nothing I could use to prove shit, especially not since I was casting myself as a bloody bleeding heart…

Of course, that somewhat opposed the part where I gave my Rapetoy what she so transparently needed, a good **** in her office. By now I could turn on Weak in the Knees on her basically at will, given her need with how long it had been since I used her. It took me mere moments to have her naked and panting how she much she deserved this as I fucked her against the wall.

With her properly used (and assigned the job of looking into Jay, the Songbird who Penguin had running Kat) we had to get cleaned up and back to work. I was glad her office had a lock and its own bathroom, as otherwise it would have been hard to get away with using her at work, even with her job.

But that helped a bit with my arousal, though my brain couldn’t help imagining it was Peyton’s luscious, curvy body under me, not Rapetoy’s tight, muscular one…

That made the rest of the day fly by in a fog of fantasy and hope…ending shockingly fast. When I was most of the way home, after dropping off the others, I got a text from Diamond, she was done selecting her daughter’s final trait and volunteering to try it out. I eagerly opened up Romy’s profile.

Romy is interviewing for a part time job, as Diamond made it clear that was one route to earning more time with you.

I scrolled down quickly

+25 Checkpoint: Mind Control Fetish: Fantasizes about being a mind controlled fuckdoll and making others into such.

+50 Checkpoint: Mental Parasite: You can ride along with the target, observing everything they do and influencing their actions, even if not physically present. You can choose to feel everything they do, or not. This choice needs to be made while physically with them. Though not physically present, anyone they touch counts as touched by you for the purpose of targeting and anyone who wrongs them while you are along for the ride counts as wronging you.

+75 Checkpoint: Mental Symbiote: You may make use of Mental Parasite at any time without needing to be physically in the same place. You may also do more than merely suggest, you can either assume direct control, in which case she will remember nothing, or communicate mentally with her mind. That she will remember and you will need to explain. When acting as a symbiote, you can increase her strength to your own level and you instinctively know the distance and direction to her.

+100 Checkpoint: Mental Master: You can use Mental Symbiote on any target whose SP are above 90.

There was a button under her profile: Activate Symbiote.

I didn’t push it, instead, I texted Diamond back:

Hang on, let me see if I can get Asa to spot me, want to know what happens to me when I’m doing that. I was still being a bit oblique, just in case, even with Skin’s upgrades to our security.

Okay. Just warn me before you begin.

Of course.

Fortunately, Asa was home and I was able to flick over to Diamond’s profile. I didn’t even look at it, scrolling all the way to the bottom without hesitation, even as I told her I was ready and she confirmed she was as well.