He has a proposal

“I could dispose of him for you if necessary, Captain,” Elena spoke with unnerving sincerity, her voice still soft and eager, arms locked tighter around Jaden’s chest like she was fully prepared to snap in half. Her massive tits stayed mashed against the back of his skull, nipples hard enough to feel through the latex even as she held him perfectly still.

Jaden’s heart jackhammered so hard he thought it might crack a rib.

Zack tilted his head, considering, then shrugged.

“Oh, I guess we could have that done,” he said casually. “But… I see potential in you, Hayes. It’s been a year or so since we added a new member to the club. If you do your job and bring me a MILF I’d like to use, you can join. Full privileges. The works.”

Jaden’s brain short-circuited. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” he yelled, voice cracking on the last word. He jerked against Elena’s hold, uselessly. “How the hell can I even accomplish something like that? How did you even convince these women to **** themselves like this?”

Zack’s smirk stretched wider, slow, pleased, the look of a guy who’d already won the argument before it started.

He raised one lazy hand. “Madame Supremo—let him go.”

Elena released him instantly. Her arms dropped away, tits no longer crushing his head, but the phantom heat of them lingered on his neck. She stepped back gracefully, boots clicking, then moved to Zack’s side without being told. She stood there obediently, shoulders back, chin up, hands clasped behind her lower back, thrusting her chest forward like an offering.

Zack reached over her shoulder without looking, cupping one of her huge tits in his palm and squeezing shamelessly. The latex creaked under his fingers. Elena didn’t flinch. If anything, her lips parted on a soft, proud sigh, eyes half-lidded like she was being complimented.

“Try to make a scene, Hayes,” Zack said, voice mild. “Try to hurt any of us. Madame Supremo here will break your fucking legs. Won’t you, bitch?”

“Yes, Captain,” Elena murmured, almost dreamily. “With pleasure.”

Zack gave her tit one more casual grope, thumb brushing over the hard peak of her nipple through the corset, then let his hand fall. He leaned back against the edge of a table, arms crossed, cock still half-hard and glistening in the string lights.

“Madame Supremo, why don’t you tell our new friend here your origin story?”

The word “origin story” hit her like a trigger. Elena’s smoky gray eyes went wide for half a second, genuine excitement flashing across her face before she snapped into character.

She straightened even taller, planted both hands on her hips in a classic superhero pose, chest thrust out so far the corset groaned. When she spoke, her voice dropped into an exaggerated, booming comic-book narrator tone, deep, dramatic, every syllable dripping with theatrical flair. She even gestured wildly with her arms, sweeping them through the air.

“Dr. Elena Moreno used to be an uptight bitch,” she declared, “who thought discipline and knowledge were the only valuable traits in the world! But that all changed one fateful day when she was punishing Mr. Zack Hargrove with detention in her office. She was unfamiliar with his secret identity as Captain Hargrove, leader of the world and owner of everything!”

She struck another pose, chin high, one leg forward, cape-like hair swaying dramatically.

“Mr. Hargrove had been given the task of sifting through the lost-and-found box in her office, which had been collecting dust for years. That’s when he found it: a magic penlight laser! He accidentally aimed the penlight at the stupid principal who thought herself too smart and created Madame Supremo!”

She spun once, slow, graceful, ass flexing in the thong, then froze in a power pose: fists on her hips again, tits heaving, eyes blazing with heroic fervor.

“Since that fateful day, Elena Moreno has lived a double life! By day, she is Dr. Elena Moreno, stern principal, upholding order and making sure nobody knows her true identity. By night, she is Madame Supremo, crime-fighting whore who lives to serve and protect the interests of the Mother’s Comic Book Club! I AM MADAME SUPREMO, PROTECTOR OF THE CLUB AND—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. That’s enough, bitch,” Zack interrupted, voice bored.

Elena shut up instantly. Mid-sentence. Mouth closed. Hands dropping to her sides. Back to perfect, submissive stillness. Not a flicker of embarrassment or resistance, just serene obedience.

Zack chuckled, low and satisfied. He reached out and smacked her tit, hard. The sound cracked through the room like a whip. Elena’s breast jiggled violently under the latex, but she only gasped softly, a pleased little sound, arching into the hit like it was praise.

“Really cool, ain’t it?” Zack said to Jaden, grinning. “The fun part is the bitch believes it completely. You may have never seen her act differently before today, but that’s all part of the delusion she lives in. Once I figured out how the hypnotic penlight worked, I made sure her brainwashing was airtight. No cracks. No second thoughts. Just this.” He gestured at her like she was a prize exhibit. “A perfect superheroine whore who thinks she’s saving the world one blowjob at a time.”

He smacked her other tit for emphasis, another sharp crack, another jiggle, another soft, happy moan from Elena.

“The other three you see over there?” Zack nodded toward the women still serving Marcus and Devon, the srilankan beauty rocking back on Devon’s cock, Isabella grinding harder on Marcus’s lap, Gemma kneeling patiently with her tongue flicking over her lips. “I got with some help from our dear asset here.”

He reached around Elena again, this time sliding his hand down to grip one firm ass cheek, squeezing hard. He put heavy emphasis on the word.

“Asset,” he repeated, chuckling at his own joke as Elena pushed back into his palm like a cat in heat.

Jaden stared, mouth dry, stomach churning, cock painfully hard against his will.

The room felt smaller. Hotter. The moans from the other women seemed louder now, wetter, more deliberate, like they knew he was watching.

Zack’s eyes locked on Jaden’s.

“So,” he said softly. “You in, Hayes? Or do I let Madame Supremo here show you what happens to intruders who don’t play nice?”