Saturday

The usual text from Kianna, along with: Kiddushin 80b “Women are Light-Minded”

Kat showed up at my door, obedient to my summons. She’d dressed professionally, but most of a week without orgasm as she teased and pleased men for information meant that her profile announced how horny she was.

I nodded to her as she came in. She had some files on a USB drive in her purse, more hard copies and a long briefing on everything else she knew. It wasn’t that much in any individual thing, but it went back five years. If this was what one of Penguin’s agents was feeding him…no wonder the fucker was always five steps ahead.

The newer stuff was also mostly small scale, I cleared her to pass it on. Then I had her mark all of Penguin’s infrastructure she knew on a blank map. When she asked about where my other information was, I sneered. “You keep lines of information clean. No cross-pollination. To do otherwise risks tainting information sources. I’m the only one who needs to know everything. You only need to tell me what you know.”

That was a suitably vague pile of bullshit and it got her marking a handful of safe-houses, brothels, and businesses she knew Penguin owned directly, or controlled the owner of. Including the bar she worked at, of course. The ‘owner’ was in deep to Penguin. He couldn’t stay away from a poker table.

As she finished, she looked up at me expectantly. “Did I do good, daddy?”

“You did.”

“Then…can I cum, daddy?”

“Certainly.”

She stripped eagerly, removing her professional clothing, revealing the whore underneath:

Then, she stood there expectantly. I glanced at her and converted the Orgasm Lock to Orgasm Control. She smiled invitingly at me. I looked back at the papers. “What are you waiting for, you only have ten minutes to cum as much as you can.”

She stared at me in shock. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“What, do you want your boss to fucking walk you to the bank and help you get your paycheck too? No, Kat, I’m authorizing the orgasm, you have to collect it yourself.” I glanced at my watch. “9:22 to go.”

She considered arguing, but with a clock on it and a week of frustration, she simply whimpered and sat down, licking her fingers and getting to work on her needy little slit and even needier clit.

She whimpered and moaned in a manner which was quite distracting and managed to make herself cum once at four minutes, then looked at me, “Yes, yes, as many times in ten minutes as you can.”

“I’m not really multi-orgasmic, can I save the rest of my time for later, daddy?” she asked hopefully.

I glanced at her and activated Pussyheading. “No. Keep going.”

“Yes, daddy,” she whimpered, touching her clit gently, clearly expecting the post-orgasmic sensitivity that gave post-orgasmic **** its name, as her refractory period had not passed. Her eyes widened. “How did you do that?”

“The same way I taught you how to interrogate people. I know many things. You probably want to make the most of the time you have left.”

She rubbed desperately, and managed to cum again, with one minute to spare. “Keep going. You will cum when you get to 0, when you realize you won’t cum again until I allow it.”

I started counting down as she tried desperately to rub herself to orgasm again.

“I won’t make it. I’m sorry daddy, I don’t think I can get there again! I’m so, so so--”

I activated the Orgasm Control override and **** her to cum again as I reached zero.

She whimpered and convulsed, rubbing her body gently through the afterglow as I reactivated the Orgasm Lock.

Her eyes opened slowly as I continued looking through the files she had brought. “Thank you, daddy…”

“Do you actually understand now? I own your pleasure and I own you.”

“Yes, daddy. You own me and my pleasure.” +3 SP (Kat +95)

“Good. Now, I have an assignment for you this Friday.”

“What is it, daddy?”

“You will accompany me to the house of my ‘boss’ Francine Boles, chief of Security for Arkham. Do you know anything about her?”

“Only that Kenny was really interested in anything I could get from you on her.”

“She’s a **** and a blackmailer. Which makes her dangerous and ****. You will not use your real name, call yourself Kitten. Her **** material is kept somewhere in her home. She imagines we are playing a game, comparing conquests. On Friday, I will take you to her house, then we will have a ‘sex’ competition. I will go first, you will be allowed to orgasm freely with me during this period. Then she will go. You will not orgasm with her. During your session, you will interrogate her for the location and security for the **** material. Let her exhaust herself first. At that point, I will restrain her and you will retrieve the **** material and secure it.”

“How should I secure it, daddy?”

“That sounds like something an agent can figure out…with a little help. Tell me your ideas,” I ordered, because I had no real ideas. But it’s a lot easier to poke holes in people’s ideas than come up with your own.

Finally, as we spoke, I found what I was looking for. Her report on me was brief, obviously edited before being provided to me. But I was concerned with the other report at the same time, about my dead friend…

He’d been dirty. Working for Black Mask. That’s how he knew stuff no one else did. He’d betrayed a Black Mask **** shipment to Penguin, because Penguin had his lover. Black Mask killed him, Penguin sold the lover to some oversees brothel. I hadn’t known any of that. Not even that he had a lover. The man had had dinner in my home, with me and Asa. I’d asked her to set him up with one of her friends…Kat hadn’t even caught him, or anything, she’d just brought him the message from Kenny.

I didn’t know what to think. Besides that I couldn’t trust anyone in Gotham. Except those I could control.

As she finished her preparations and I briefed her on Francine’s techniques, she looked at me. “Daddy, how did you learn all this stuff? You were just a beat cop, weren’t you?”

“And you were just a waitress. No one is what they seem in Gotham.”

“Daddy…you remembered everything about our earlier dates, didn’t you? You remembered I hate being called Kat and am a vegetarian and don’t cum from sucking dick.”

I nodded to the first two and on the third, gave her an amused look. “That was not a good story. Should have gone with ‘you were denying yourself’ or ‘wanting to save it for when we had more time,’ or even ‘I like to play tease and denial games.’

“Yeah, well, I’m not used to men wanting to reciprocate. Usually they’re just happy getting head!”

“Prepare for every eventuality and a man wanting to fuck after getting blown isn’t unusual.”

“It is if he fucking cums! Most men need downtime.”

I shrugged.

“You distracted me! Why did you do those things?

To be an asshole and get SP. “Figure it out, Kat.”

“You were pushing, to evaluate my reactions and figure out who I was.”

“That’s part of it. If you can’t figure out the rest. Ask.”

She made a few more guesses, most of them okay, all of them better than my actual reasons.

“Please, I can’t figure it out, what other reason could you have?” she asked. +1 SP (Kat: +96)

“To see how much you wanted it. The bitch from a year ago didn’t want it bad enough to be recruited. The one who gave up her name and ideals for the chance at information…that’s who I want on my side.”

She flushed, but was proud at the same time.

“Daddy, can you tell me what your plan is?”

“Not yet. We’ll see how you perform on Friday.”

“Yes, daddy.” She was still mostly naked, as my cock was well aware. “Do you want me to take care of that, for you?”

I considered, then nodding, rising. She knelt in front of me and sucked my cock slowly. I looked down at her, confident, calm, her owner, her master, her pimp, her daddy.

She didn’t hold back and neither did I. I let myself relax in her mouth as she suckled the last of my seed off my dick.

“Now, the Penguin will need someone to take Kenny’s place in his information network. A new pimp is one thing, a new node in his information network is another. Who is that going to be?”

“Not me.”

“Not what I asked.”

“Probably someone from outside our little part of the org, we’re not really trusted given what Kenny was up to. I got some credit for going to see Jay in person and not having to be tracked down. For now, Jay’s leading it herself from the Iceberg Lounge.”

“She and the other songbirds don’t go out, except when the Penguin does…”

“Not unless there’s an emergency.”

”Keep working. Your new skills should let you advance.”

“Yes, daddy.” She rose and started to dress. “Daddy…am I a better girl than Asa?”

“No. But you’re a better spy. And you may eventually be a better fuck. She’s distracted by pursuit of her own pleasure. That won’t be a problem for me. Thank me for taking control of your orgasms so you can focus.”

She looked at me and her voice shook, “Thank you, daddy, for taking my orgasms from me.” +1 SP (Kat: 97)

She headed out to prove herself and let me get back to fucking work.