Recruit a new addition to your villainous harem

"What do you have for me, **** Emma?" you ask, walking to stand behind the busty brunette. She spins her chair round, and leaps up to greet you with a kiss.

"Good morning, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," she gushes, licking her lips. You admire her porcelain features, her face a beautiful fusion of supermodel lines and nerd glasses. "May I service you with a handjob, whilst I report?"

The corner of your lips tugged upwards, you nod, and Emma swiftly pulls down your trousers and wraps her petite fingers around your cock - or {if Futa==true}a quarter{else}two-thirds{endif} of it, at least. "Over the past two weeks there has been a huge surge in attention on mutants, following the government's announcement," explains the bombshell, never taking her eyes off your cock. You look up to the dozen HD monitors which surround Emma's desk, displaying news reports, crime statistics, and even what look to be some confidential intelligence service dossiers. "The national programme for training and supporting mutants is obviously shaping up to be a kind of superhero HQ. A few mutants have already been seen working alongside the police to respond to criminals, and they already have spangly costumes and made-up names, to protect their identity. I think there's an article on Ultragirl on the top left monitor."

As you peer at the picture, Emma seizes the opportunity to suck your bulbous head into her mouth, her tongue caressing the sensitive tip. The photograph shows a {if Futa==true}woman with a figure to rival even yours. She looks{else}frankly Amazonian woman,{endif} at least 6'6" with long, powerful legs and a shiny outfit: pure gold and white covering most of her body, including a stylised mask over her eyes. For all that it hides, the costume nicely emphasises her godlike curves, large perky tits in proportion to her tall frame, a tapered waist with the outline of a six-pack visible through the fabric, and the tanned skin of her upper arms and thighs exposed to the world.

Emma pulls her lips off your cock with a *pop*. "She's the poster child for the superheroes our politicians are so **** to cash in on. They're all too keen to boast about her - apparently she has super-strength, is practically invulnerable, and can fly to boot." The brunette pauses to slowly lick along the length of your shaft, her big eyes never leaving yours. "I can't wait for you to fuck her until she cries and begs to be your ****, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," Emma croons.

"I do like the sound of that," you muse with a smirk. "But I'm not sure we're ready to take on the big league yet. What else have you got?"

Emma tilts her head, switching her handjob to sharp jerks followed by long rubs, that have you sucking in breath each time. "Well, they do have another poster hero, but he's some dumb weedy guy with a blank slate of a personality and lame healing powers. I think you'll be much more enticed by the rumours of a superheroine-in-training who can turn invisible. A cute little girl they're calling Phantom. I bet she could do with a good fucking to corrupt her pretty little soul. On the other hand, there have been some rather interesting thefts recently. Only the most exquisite diamonds and artwork, stolen from some of the most secure museums and vaults in the country. It took a little digging, but I found a name: the Contortionist."

"A mutant?" you ask, struggling to focus on the information whilst Emma's handjob is becoming ever more vigorous.

"Looks like it," grins the brunette, squeezing her breasts together with her upper arms to display her bountiful cleavage. "The security reports I hacked suggest the only possible entry is through miniscule gaps. This Contortionist could walk through walls, but my guess would be her name is a bit more on-the-nose. I think she would wrap very nicely around this big dick of yours."