Morning wake up call

The sun had just begun to climb above the skyline, spilling soft gold through the streaked front windows of Gotham Pizza Co. Inside, the lights were still off, save for the flickering neon OPEN sign someone forgot to flip.

Behind the counter, the pizza guy was dead asleep.

He was hunched over the register, arms crossed under his head, his hoodie half-zipped and stained with tomato sauce. A crumpled napkin stuck to his cheek. Somewhere beneath the counter, a radio played smooth jazz far too classy for the setting. It wasn’t him, the boss put it on. Classy Tony.

Then came the whoosh from outside the lone Gotham pizza place. The door opened but there were no footsteps. A moment later, a shadow fell over the counter. Boots clicked gently down on the tile.

“Rise and shine, Pizza Guardian.”

The pizza guy blinked awake slowly, groaning. “Mrrh… Tony, just give me five more…minutes…”

Except he smelled something that was distinctly not his boss. Fresh, warm, a little floral, and somehow comforting, like spring itself. Like a woman who didn’t have to put on perfume. He opened one eye and immediately shot upright.

Standing across the counter—hands on her hips, grinning like she owned the place—was Supergirl. Full costume and blonde hair glowing in the sunbeam behind her. Wait, there was no sun, it was just her beauty. Kryptonians, wow. Just wow. They definitely weren’t human.

“S-Supergirl…!” The pizza guy nearly fell off the stool and caught himself on the edge of the counter. “Hi! Hi. Wow. Hi again.”

“Hi,” Supergirl said sweetly. Elbows on the counter and hands cupping her cheeks, she grinned. “I’m heading out on patrol to Metropolis. Couple supervillain hotspots lit up on the radar.”

“R-right,” he stammered, running a hand through his messy hair. “Metropolis. Y-you need a pizza for the road or something?”

Supergirl giggled. “Nah. I won’t be around for a couple days and I just came by to leave you a little something.”

He blinked. “Oh, okay. Err, what?”

Supergirl lifted her skirt, her fingers hooked onto her panties, and she rolled them down. She placed it with a flourish on the tip jar. Resting on top—neatly nestled like a crown jewel—were her red panties.

He stared at it.

“A gift from me to you,” Supergirl said proudly, straightening up.

His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. She…she was going to fight commando!? Supergirl giggled at his reaction. It was a beautiful sound and his dick raged in his pants.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Supergirl said, already backing toward the door. “Just keep holding down the fort. Like I said, I’ll back in a day-ish. Try not to—” She stopped herself. Jealousy was flaring up. “A-anyway, yeah!”

With a wink, she spun on her heel. Her cape flared behind her like a crimson flag. She pushed open the door and the pizza guy found the sense to at least see her out. She didn’t immediately bolt away, she lingered in the air. As she reached the threshold of ten feet, the nearby streetlight caught her just right, making her look almost mythic. Oh, and her ass and the glint of her pussy, he saw those as well.

His dick reacted. It persisted in its need to rip through his pants. Whoosh.

Supergirl was gone.

Soaring skyward, her cape dancing behind her, leaving the pizza guy staring up. His dick really wanted to catch another glance. Alas, she was too much of a blur to catch the fact that she was genuinely going commando.

He stood there, outside the pizza shop, a semi-erect cock awakening and finding nobody to fuck. There was that number he got from Starfire…

He walked back inside, not quite knowing what to do. Supergirl was the kind of girl that guys jerked off with her smile alone. Taken men saw her on television and the women were instantly envious. The crystal blue eyes and the laughter she let out, it was pristinely beautiful.

Unfortunately, any further thoughts were rudely interrupted by the landline ringing. The pizza guy jogged over.