Date Night

Within a few days of our first three-way Diana, Kara, and I worked out the terms of our new arrangement. Publicly, Diana would have no connection with us beyond her prior mentor-student relationship with Kara, and would have no means to contact me directly beyond a burner phone designated for emergencies only. However, using Kara as a go-between, she and I could set up times to meet up and have sex with each other. While I still felt uncomfortable asking Wonder Woman for a booty call, Diana's own desire for me usually meant we ended up meeting at least once a week anyway, sometimes two. Kara was of course present for every 'session', sometimes participating directly and other times just watching the two of us going at it. Most of the time we would meet in our apartment, though Kara was toying with the idea of having us meet up in a seedy-as-fuck motel she found. She claimed to want to mix things up with a change of locale that would be less likely to lead back to us, though personally I think her main motivation was to humiliate Diana further by making her come to a location typically reserved for illicit affairs.

Of course, I made sure Kara wasn't neglected either. We still spent most of our free time together, and date nights were both frequent and in a lot of cases out in public. And even when we had a night in, Kara would do what she could to make it special, sometimes pulling out all the stops.

Like tonight for instance. I was finishing up my shift at Metro Burger when I got a text from Kara. Expecting it to be another 'hero business' notification given the timing, I was pleasantly surprised to instead see this: 'Hey baby! I'm got a special surprise waiting for you at home! <3 I'm taking the time to make sure everything's perfect, so is it okay if you take the bus today?'

I was curious as to what could take up enough of her time that she didn't want to pick me up, but I was eager to find out. I quickly texted back 'Bus is fine. Can't wait to see what you've got for me!'

Her response was a full string of heart emojis followed by a 'Love U!'

The rest of my shift went by agonizingly slow, even though I had probably a half-hour at most left. When I finally got off and started heading out the door, Tom stopped me to ask, "Is Supergirl not picking you up today?"

"No, but she says she's got a surprise for me at home," I said with a shrug.

"Ooh, sounds fun!" Wally said from his usual table, "Let me guess, flying through the night sky, you in her arms, making out at 30,000 feet..."

"Nah dude, she would have just picked him up here if that were the case," Tom said, "My guess is that she's going to take him to the Hall of Justice and fuck him on top of the Justice League's meeting table."

"What is with you and having sex in the Hall of Justice?" Wally asked him, "You bring that up every time the topic of superhero sex comes up. You know that place is just a museum nowadays right?"

Tom shrugged, "What can I say? It's a classic. The Watchtower just doesn't have the same extravagance to it, you know?"

"'Not the same extravagance'?" Wally asked, dumbfounded, "It's a fucking space station! You can't get any more extravagant than that!"

"Eh, space is overrated."

Wally looked over to me, "Dude, back me up here!"

"Hey, I wouldn't be disappointed if we were going to the Hall of Justice tonight," I said.

Wally quickly looked between the two of us in utter bewilderment, "I can't believe this! You two would seriously pick the Hall of Justice over the Watchtower?"

"That's not what I said," I pointed out, "Just that both would be pretty cool."

"Well why can't it be both?" Tom asked, "It's your fantasy, man. Besides, I'm sure the League has some way to launch the Hall into space in case of an emergency or something."

Wally groaned, "I wish I could say that was the stupidest thing I ever heard someone say..."

"Welcome to my world," I said, patting him on the shoulder sympathetically, "Anyway, I better get going. See you guys later."

The bus ride home was uneventful, thankfully. I heard nothing else from Kara since her initial texts, which only heightened the suspense of what she was planning. Eventually I reached my stop, and it wasn't long before I entered the apartment building, rode the elevator up, and walked down the hall to the door of our apartment. For a few moments I just stood there, unsure about whether I was supposed to enter or not. Then I figured that if I wasn't supposed to enter on my own Kara would have told me by now, so I opened the door and was greeted by someone I wasn't expecting to see.

Diana was standing at attention in front of the door dressed in a French maid outfit whose frilly top was low enough to show off plenty of that bountiful cleavage I had become well acquainted with these past few weeks. As I shut the door behind me, she bowed to me and said, "Welcome home, Sir. Mistress Kara will be with you shortly."

"Uh, okay..." I said, not really sure where this was going, "Should I wait here or...?"

Before I could finish my question, I heard the bedroom door opening. Turning to face it, I was floored by the sight of Kara in a red dress that hugged her body tight, accentuating the delicate curves of her hips and chest. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and back in luxurious golden locks, and her make-up was done exquisitely. And to complete the ensemble, Wonder Woman's tiara was resting on the top of her head.

"Hey handsome," she said with a sultry smile.

It took an embarrassingly long time for my mouth to form any kind of intelligible sound. Eventually I nervously choked out, "Um, wow, I... wow. I think I'm under-dressed... maybe I should, um..."

"Oh baby, I don't mind how you're dressed," she cooed, "But I know you had a long, hard day, so if you want to take a bit of time to freshen up, feel free. It'll give time for Diana to work on dinner. Speaking of which..."

She directed a steely gaze at Diana, who bowed again, "I'll get right on it, Mistress!"

I watched as Diana hurried off to the kitchen and began pulling ingredients out of the fridge to cook with. Turning to back Kara, I said, "You really went all out tonight, huh?"

Kara gave me a cute little pout, "Is it too much?"

"No, it's not that!" I quickly reassured her, "It's just... what's the occasion?"

"Well..." she started to say, then gave me a wry smirk, "Get cleaned up first. Then we'll talk."

On those totally-not-ominous words, I went past her into the bedroom and shut the door. Twenty minutes later I emerged once more, now freshly showered and in a clean button-up shirt and slacks. It was still not nearly as dressy as what Kara was wearing, but at least now I felt that the fanciness gap between our two outfits wasn't as massive as before. Kara was waiting for me at the table, which had a tablecloth draped over it with a trio of tiny candles in the center.

"You clean up nicely," Kara said with a smile as I sat down.

"Not as nicely as you," I complimented back, before nervously adding, "N-Not that you normally need cleaning up or anything! You always look nice! Amazing even!"

Kara giggled at this, "I get what you mean. Thank you."

Feeling awkward, I said, "So, what did you do all this for?"

"Oh, right!" Her eyes lit up as she broke out into a big grin, "I got promoted at work!"

"Really? Wow, that's great!" I said.

"Yeah, Ms. Grant liked my work enough that I'm now officially a writer for CatCo's editorial blog!" she said.

I smiled back at her, "Congratulations! I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks, Charlie!" she said, then asked, "What about your job? Are things going well for you there?"

"It's... going," I mumbled, both because I was put on the spot so suddenly and because it felt pretty weird to compare my job to hers.

Her smile faltered a bit, "You know Charlie, if you don't like your job, you could always quit. I'm making enough money to support us both, and I'd be fine with being the main breadwinner while you explore other options, or focus on something you're really passionate about."

I wasn't sure how to respond to this. Sure, I was working at a shitty dead-end job, but it was my shitty dead-end job. And quite honestly, I wasn't sure what else I was going to do right now, especially since I was still in the middle of coming to terms with whatever it was my life had turned into recently. If anything my job was probably the last bit of normalcy I had left, and as weird as it might sound I was hesitant to let go of it.

Kara, sensing my hesitance, frowned, "I'm sorry for asking you like that. You can keep working at the Metro Burger if you want to. I just thought that you were only there because you felt like you... you know, had to be. And you don't, not anymore."

"No, I get it," I reassured her, "I'll... I'll think about it."

"Okay."

At that moment, Diana came to the table with two plates of food, "Here you are. Grilled lamb with a side of fresh vegetables and wild rice."

"Thank you, Diana," Kara said, before seeming to remember something, "Oh Charlie, I almost forgot! I got you something! Diana, stay where you are."

Diana obeyed as Kara stood up and went to get...