Heat vision

Shrugging off last night’s encounter, Lena prepared herself to give a speech. There was a high stakes meeting with L-Corp’s shareholders now, consolidating power and making sure no one was planning on pulling out.

So long as she gave a good impression, came across as strong, confident, intelligent, things should go fine.

She scanned over her notes a last time, then walked into the conference room. She wore a simple, elegant dress, dark, snake-print; it oozed sophistication and respectability, both impressions she wanted to give.

“Hello all,” Lena said, after the shareholders came in.

These were the most important people to her company, barring herself of course, and as such to her. Their opinion meant success or failure.

She started a powerpoint going behind her as she spoke, unaware of the superhero perched on the roof of a building across the street, squinting at her.

There was a momentary hiss, a tiny pinprick hole melted into the glass of the window, and continuing on to just momentarily brush Lena’s shoulder before fizzling out.

It left a slight singe on her dress, but no one noticed. This did take practise.

A moment later, another hiss later, and suddenly the strap was cut through. Lena jumped, feeling half her dress starting to slip; hastily she adjusted her position, lifting a hand to try and hold the front up.

Damn it, today of all days?!

“S-sorry about this,” Lena said, pale cheeks flushing easily. “I’m going to have to change dry-cleaners.”

Hopefully that bad joke would improve their impression. Just so long as nothing else-

She turned to gesture at the presentation, a little embarrassed at exposing part of her bare back and bra strap as the back corner of the dress fell back, only to feel another momentary flare of heat.

The other shoulder broke in two. Lena quickly pulled her hand back from gesturing, holding it back up and spinning around, hiding the momentary exposure of her bra by facing them.

Great, they were mumbling. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Lena straightened, doing what she could to still seem like she had her pride, even when she had her arms crossed across her chest and her hands desperately trying to hold the shoulders of her dress up. God damn it.

She’d just about gotten back on track, blushing furiously, when there was another momentary burst of heat. This one was near her hip; she glanced down, glimpsing a burn in her skirt but nothing more.

A little nervously, she still sighed in relief. At least nothing-

There was a moment of heat on her other hip, and suddenly her ruined panties dropped out from under her skirt and to the floor. Lena’s eyes went wide.

Momentarily forgetting what she was going to say, she kicked them sideways, behind another desk.

God, please just tell her that her investors hadn’t just seen her panties.

Lena swallowed. Today couldn’t be going worse.

As if to prove her wrong, she felt something scorch her wrist. It wasn’t too serious, just a momentary impact, but it was enough to make her yelp and grab at her arm; and in doing so she released her dress. It dropped to the floor, and for a brief second Lena Luthor stood in front of her investors, clad in only her bra.

Flushing desperately, Lena bent over, hoping she could at least lift up her dress again. And at least when she bent over, they weren’t getting a free view of her pussy.

But when she tried to pick up her dress, she glimpsed a momentary flash of light, and lifted two disparate halves. Panicking, she quickly tried to rearrange-

And felt one of her bra straps break. Fuck! Couldn’t she get a moment to-

The back clasp was the next to go, and her bra went from covering her to dangling uselessly from one shoulder.

Lena gave a thoroughly undignified squeal as her tits were finally exposed to the board, crossing her hands over her body. The scraps that remained of her dress were smoking, diminished constantly in size until they were useless.

She stared, bright red, for a moment her mind going blank with panic. Why was this happening to her?! How?!

Presentation forgotten, Lena ran. She couldn’t stay with those men, not like this! Feeling even more humiliated that they were getting to see her ass, Lena turned her back on them and escaped the room.

She was still in L-Corp, still in the building. Fuck. But if she could just get back to her office she could lock the door, ask her secretary to get her a change of clothes. Anything!