S2-ENF-011 - POWERS

“Bullseye,” said Dr. Blithe, landing a glob of whipped cream directly between Emilia’s hefty breasts. It slithered into her cleavage and disappeared from view. “Now, doctor, what were you going to tell me?”

“When Angela gets back,” said Emilia, through gritted teeth, “you are in so much trouble.”

“We’ll worry about that when the time comes,” said Dr. Blithe, loading up his spoon with cherry-chocolate ice cream and preparing another launch. The pair were sitting in an extremely fancy Manhattan restaurant, on the eighty-fourth floor of a skyscraper, with a great view of Central Park. Emilia, to her chagrin, was still under Dr. Blithe’s total hypnotic control, and obliged to do anything he said, no matter how embarrassing. Which was why he was wearing a three-piece suit, and she was wearing a Power Girl costume.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” he said, grinning, and admiring his own reflection in the plate-glass windows while every other person in the restaurant went to various degrees of effort to pretend they weren’t eyeing up Emilia’s conspicuously large breasts. “You look cute!”