She swallows and becomes his enforcer and trainer.

Her mouth opened as the powerful fluid slid down her throat and came to rest in her stomach, its warmth and power spreading through her, just as her earlier orgasms had. She wanted more. A pink tongue ran over his ultrasensitive cock, doing its best to clean every drop of cum from it, then, driven by an impulse she couldn’t quite explain, she dried it with her silken ebony tresses, before putting his cock away, making him once again the prim and proper Ultraboy, her master. Who smiled down at her submission and careful handling of his cock. He rose, “Come on, there’s some food in the fridge, we both need the calories and we can plan our next move. Tell me about the worst players in town.”

He cooked. Not well, but well enough that he could microwave meals that were frozen.

The whole time he was cooking and she was eating, she was telling him everything she and Teddy knew about the crimes and criminals that were going down, had gone down, or were going to go down.

The first was Mr. Smith’s Service. He ran what looked like an escort service, but actually was a **** service. Clients contacted him with someone they wanted to fuck, usually someone they knew, maybe an employee, or family member, or friend’s spouse, or whatever. The service arranged for any…obstacles to be elsewhere and pumped in a gas. It was an aphrodisiac, coming from a superpowered individual, who had no control over their powers, they produced pheromones that induced uncontrollable lust, in them as well as everyone else. They spent their life in a cell in the basement of Mr. Smith’s office. Uncontrollable lust wasn’t good for anyone, so that super spent their life in chains to keep them from masturbating until they bled, the pheromones this super produced could overcome any taboo, and later, the subject remembered attacking the client, damn near **** them. Something which more than one of their clients had found…helpful later on (indeed, another service that Mr. Smith provided was the removal of enemies by inducing them to **** someone, or something).

The second was more focused, if more distant as well, they’d bought the mindswitcher from a fence in town, known, colloquially as Big Ben. He didn’t do business with Pleasure and Taboo anymore, not after the…Racket Incident, but he didn’t know Taboostress, now Victoria, was affiliated with them. He was more than willing to sell to her and to give her a discount in exchange for certain favors. Personal favors. He didn’t usually talk about his clients but with Taboo and Pleasure’s powers but not their faces, Ultraboy should be able to get in close and take him down.

The third was her personal favorite, Ultimamom and Ultimagirl were going to break out of prison, of course, but that was only because they still had their powers and why should they be allowed to keep those when they could so easily be transferred to more…appropriate hosts? Victoria leaned forward, shamelessly, in fact, proudly, naked as they ate, to demonstrate one potential appropriate host. Ultraboy smiled and asked if there was anything going down that night, or if they could sleep on it?