The meeting

The Queen Consolidated jet touched down at Gotham International shortly after 4:00 PM local time. On board were Oliver, who had traveled under the guise of meeting with Wayne Enterprises executives for possible future collaborative projects between the two companies, and Kara. Kara, of course had come to meet with a news writer named Alexander Knox, who worked for The Gotham Gazette, and TV reporter Vicki Vale who worked for The Gotham News Network, in hopes of bringing them to CatCo at some point in the near future.

When the jet eased to a gentle stop, the single flight attendant moved past Kara and Oliver, opened the door, and lowered the short stairs. "Enjoy your time in Gotham, Mister and Misses Queen," she said with a warm smile.

"Thank you," the couple said together as Oliver made his way down the short set of steps before turning and offering his hand to Kara.

Kara smiled as she took his hand and made her way down the steps. Even though she could move with the fluidity and grace of a top-tier supermodel in the stilettos she wore, she kept her steps dainty and careful, even if it was just for show. "Such a gentleman," she said before kissing his cheek.

They walked a short distance to where a black Mercedes and its driver waited. He was a tall, well-built man in a black suit with a white undershirt and a red tie. On the left side of his suit jacket was the outline of a kite shield with a bold capital K at its center. The emblem was done all in golden embroidery.

"Mister and Misses Queen," he said in a warm, comfoting tone as the drew near. "With compliments of The Kane Hotel, welcome to Gotham City," he added as he opened the trunk and opened the back driver's side door. "Please allow me," he said as he took their luggage and placed Kara’s rolling suitcase, and Oliver’s duffle bag into the truck with such care that anyone else might have thought that he had been handling some priceless rellic.

Kara smiled at Oliver as she sat in the car and slid over. When Oliver sat next to her, the driver gently closed the door before climbing into the car. Kara briefly marveled at how clean the car was. The body looked to be at a high shine, and inside the leather, apulstry smell brand new.

"It's twenty minutes to the hotel. Did either of you have a listening preference?" the driver asked as he looked over his shoulder at them and pressed the ignition button.

"No, whatever's on the radio is fine," Oliver said with a polite smile and nod.

"Thanks for asking, though," Kara added with a smile of her own.

Almost exactly twenty minutes later, the driver pulled up to the front of The Kane Hotel. Another man wearing a red suit jacket with long tails and black pants opened the back passenger door, allowing Kara and then Oliver to emerge from the car. "Hello Mad'am, hello Sir, please enjoy your stay with us," he said as the driver removed their bags from the trunk.

"Right this way please, Mister and Misses Queen," he said as he led them towards the large double doors at the front of the hotel, Oliver’s duffle slung over his right shoulder, the handle of Kara's rolling suitcase in his left hand. As they neared the large double doors that led into the lobby, two men dressed identically to the one who had opened the car door pulled the doors open.

"Welcome to The Kane Hotel," they said in well-practiced and perfect unison.

"Wow, nice place," Kara said as she took in the hotel's massive lobby. It was easily trice the size of the lobby at The CatCo Building. The floor was made of Italian marble with swirling shades of white, black, and grey. Columns made of the same marble went up to the ceiling, which was two stories high. At the left and right sides of the ceiling, two large golden and crystal chandeliers hung, casting warm light through the lobby. Between the chandeliers was an enormous skylight that let in plenty of natural light and cast a checkerboard shadow pattern on the floor below. The walls were painted in a dark red, adding to the natural warm and welcoming look of the lobby. On the wall to the left were several elevators with gleaming black doors outlined in marble. To their right, floor to ceiling windows made up the wall with double glass doors at the center leading out to a well-maintained pool. Against the wall ahead of them was the tall reception desk. It was made of darkly colored wood and topped with marble. They followed the driver up to a woman with long dark hair. All that was visible of her was from her chest up. She wore a black button-down shirt with the hotel emblem over her left beast and a golden name tag pinned neatly under the emblem.

"Mister and Misses Queen checking in, Maggie," the driver said.

"Hi, welcome to Gotham and The Kane Hotel," she said, her voice full of natural bubbly warmth.

“Thank you,” both Oliver and Kara replied as Maggie entered some information on her computer. When she was finished, she used a small key to unlock a drawer and remove two key cards from it. “Here are your keys,” she said before ringing a small bell on her desk, and a few minutes later, a young man dressed similarly to the door men came over to the desk. “Mark, please take Mister and Misses Queen to suite 1321, please.”

“Right this way,” the man said as he took their bags. They followed him over to the elevators, then to the top floor. The hall of the top floor was lit by several crystal fixtures that sparkled brightly as they cast warm light through the long hall. The walls were again painted a dark red with darkly colored wooden molding. The floor was covered in a plush black carpet with an intricate golden pattern. They followed the man down the hall, eventually coming to a pair of large white double doors with golden trimming. The man held his master key card up to the lock that was placed just above the left side door handle. The lock beeped, and the man pushed the doors open. “Your suite, Sir, Mad’am,” he said as he led them in and set their bags out of the way.

“Thanks,” Oliver said, giving the man a generous tip.

The main room of the suite was spacious and like everywhere else that they had seen, lit by beautiful crystal light fixtures. The walls were done in the same colors as the hallway. The floor was done in darkly colored hardwood with plush red rugs under the black leather couch and antique-looking coffee table that faced a large TV on the right wall. The wall in front of them was done in floor to ceiling windows with a door leading out to a balcony. A large bar with a black marble top was against the left wall. A single door decorated like the double doors that led into the suite led into the bedroom.

The bedroom was dominated by a large four-post bed with black silk covers, a black leather armchair in the front left corner. Directly over the bed, hung a small crystal chandelier. The only other door in the room was identical to the one that led back to the main room, which led into the bathroom.

The bathroom held a large vanity and a massive shower with a rain forest head hanging over the center of the shower. Kara couldn’t help but smile at the suite. “I wonder if we could stay here some other time,” she thought as she walked back into the bedroom from the bathroom.

“Off to meet that reporter, what’s his name, Knox?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah, then Vicki Vale.”

“Good luck.”

“Same to you at Wayne Enterprises.”

“Thanks, I doubt I’ll get anything out of Bruce or Luke.”

“Probably not,” Kara said before giving him a quick kiss. “Are we still getting the lay of the city after our meetings?”

“Yeah, meet you back here, then we’ll fly around, memorizing landmarks.”

Just before midnight, Kara now dressed as Supergirl and Oliver dressed as Green Arrow gently landed on a small flat section of the roof of the clock tower. They did a quick look around before looking at one another and gave each other a slight nod. A moment later, they heard a slight grinding sound and when whirling sound of a small motor. They turned toward the sound to see Batman and a slender woman with long red hair pulled up behind her head. She looked at them with naturally inquisitive green eyes from behind the lenses of her stylish glasses. She wore a purple jacket over a black tee shirt and dark blue denim jeans. Oliver guessed that had it not been for her wheelchair, she’d stand as tall as Kara.

“Supergirl, Green Arrow, thanks for coming. I’m Barbra Gordon, otherwise known as Oracle. Of course you know Batman.”

“Thanks for the invite. You scared the hell out of our tech genius, by the way,” Kara said with a smile.

“Tell her I’m sorry, and if it helps, her system was the hardest system I’ve ever had to crack.”

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate that,” Oliver said with an amused smirk.

“Here’s everything we have on Sionis’ operation,” Batman said as he walked over to the pair and handed Kara a small black flash drive. “He’s got a large shipment of guns and **** coming in from various locations.”

“Any idea when it’s coming in, or where it’s going?” Oliver asked.

“Next week, and it looks like he’s divided it into three locations. One heading here to Gotham, one going to Star City, and one to Central City. Look over that data and get a hold of us. The flash drive will auto install an encrypted line to Oracle.”

“We will,” Kara said as she handed the flash drive to Oliver so he could safely store it in one of the pouches on his suit. “We really appreciate this, and we have friends in Central City, we should loop them in as well.”

“I’m familiar with Flash’s team,” Batman said with a nod. He walked over to the edge of the roof stopped. “I’ll be in touch if anything else develops before next week.” Without another word, he grabbed the edges of his cape and leaped from the roof, gliding off into the distance.

“He does that, and for what it’s worth, he respects you two,” Barbra said, her face a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

“Yeah, Kal filled us in,” Kara said, using her super vision to watch Batman gliding in the distance.

“Well, that was interesting,” Oliver said as they walked into their room from the balcony.

“Hey at least he’s sharing info,” Kara said, shrugging her shoulders. “Now um, what do you say we head into the bedroom, and make some use of this beautiful suite. Oliver smiled at her before he walked into the bedroom with Kara close behind. After entering the bedroom, Oliver got into his bag and pulled out Kara’s collar after leaving the flash drive in his bag.

“Get that suite off, your collar on, and on the bed,” he said, his tone becoming husky and commanding.

“Yes, Master,” she said before she used her super speed to remove her suit and put her collar around her neck. As soon as she buckled the collar in place, she felt her powers drain away. She then lay on the bed, waiting for Oliver to give her his next order.

“Such an eager little slut,” he said with a smile as he began to slowly remove his Green Arrow costume. Kara licked her lip in anticipation. She knew this was one of Oliver’s favorite ways to dominate her, to make her wait for what she craved. When the last of his costume was removed he stood at the foot of the bed in his black boxers. “Excuse me,” he said as he took the pillows off of the bed.

“What are you going to do with those, Master?” she asked as she watched him remove the pillow cases.

“Patience,” Oliver said as he took one of the pillow cases and folded it over into a long narrow strip. He then tied one end of the pillow case around her right wrist and the other end around the nearest post. He repeated the process with the other pillow cases, leaving Kara spread eagled on the bed. He bent down and kissed her passionately as he slowly moved his hand down her body, his finger tips barely touching her.

"Please," Kara said through an airy moan.

Oliver growled low in his throat, and his hands flew to her breasts. "'Please' who?" he asked as he began to pinch and pull her sensitive nipples.

"Please, Master! I'm sorry, Master!" she replied keeping her voice low.

"Don't forget again, I'd hate to have to punish you, and have the neighbors hear it."

"Yes, Master," she replied as he stopped pinching and pulling her nipples. Again his hand slid down her body. As his fingers moved across her toned stomach, her hips began to slowly buck, as if inviting his skilled fingers.

"Who's my eager little slut?"

"I am, Master. I’m your eager little slut," she answered as his hand drew closer and closer to her pussy.

Finally, after a long pause, Oliver slipped his hand between her legs. He felt her hot wetness as his hand brushed against her labia. "Oh, Master, please," Kara pleaded, her voice coming out in an almost **** whine.

"Well, since my little slut asked so nicely," he said with a smirk before slowly inserting his index and middle fingers into her core, drawing a low moan of pleasure from her. He began to slowly pump his fingers in and out, just barely making contact with her G-spot with them, as his thumb circled but never touched her throbbing clit.

"Oh Rao!" Kara said as she began bucking her hips, her body **** for more of Oliver’s skilled touch. "Master, please."

"'Please' what?" he whispered in her ear, his hot wet breath sending shivers of desire down her spine.

"Please fuck me, Master, please!" Kara replied, not caring how **** she sounded, or who heard her.

Oliver chuckled, and the mixed undertone of love and lust was evident to Kara’s ears. He pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper in protest. "Clean up your mess slut," he said, his tone commanding as he held his fingers just above her mouth.

Kara didn't hesitate. She lifted her head, opened her mouth, and took his fingers in. She began bobbing her head as if sucking his cock, the salty taste of her juices coating her tongue as she licked and sucked his fingers clean. After several minutes, Oliver pulled his fingers from her mouth and lowered his boxers.

He took position over her, and began to gently rub the head of his cock along her glistening folds. Kara watched him teas her, her hips moving in rhythm with his cock along her entrance. He balanced himself on his knees, and one hand, the other hand went to her chin, moving her head until their eyes met. "Tell me how much you need it slut."

"Master, I need it so bad. I need your big cock in my pussy more than anything, Master. I need to be yours, Master."

Oliver grinned as he slowly pushed into her. She moaned and pulled at the pillow cases, but they held tight. He kept his pace slow and deliberate at first. Each time he pushed into her she mewled in pleasure, and her folds gently squeezed his cock. After several minutes, he began to build his pace. The air in the room became a symphony of pleasure, the sounds of their slapping flesh, Kara’s moans, Oliver’s occasional grunts, and the bed creaking beneath them, almost as if beginning for mercy.

"Master, may I please cum? I'm so close, please, Master?!" Kara cried out. Oliver had no doubt she was nearing the edge, with every thrust, he felt her velvety insides quiver and clench around him.

"Cum for me you little slut," he said as he continued to thrust his hips into her.

"Thank you, Master!" she screamed as she let herself go. She threw her hips up to meet his thrust and every muscle in her body went rigid as her vision blurred with pleasure. She felt his cock twitch inside her, then the sensation of his hot cum filling her. His last grunts of pleasure almost sounding like they were coming for underwater.

The next thing Kara was aware of as the fog of pleasure left her brain was Oliver’s weight on top of her as he softly kissed her neck and untied the pillow cases holding her wrists in place. She took a moment to feel her heart, still racing in her chest. A smile pulled at her lips as she felt Oliver’s heart racing as well.

"That was wonderful, Master," she said, still breathing heavily.

"You always are, Angel," he said as he kissed her lips and removed her collar.