... some black guy?

I get closer and see it's a black guy wearing what looks like a blue Velour jumpsuit with the shirt open all the way down to his pants. He wears a white mask and sports a large afro. Ugh ... 70s much?!

"Um ... hello?" I ask, trying to smile in a 'friendly' way and not in an 'Oh-Em-Gee-did-you-crawl-out-of-a-disco-and-where-are-your-skates' kind of way.

"Hey, baby," he says with a weird accent. "I'm Black Lightning. The Justice League wants me to give you a test! Now how you like that?" he asks with a grin.

"Um ... if you're with the Justice League," I ask, "How come I've never heard of you?"

He scowls. "Oh, so you ain't never heard of Black Lightning? Well, by the time we're done, you gonna be singing my name, baby!" He raises a finger into the air and ... starts to swivel and thrust his hips.

I'm about to fly off when he stops. "Aw, now come on baby, the Justice Leage ain't just let anyone it, y'dig? So I've been sent to make sure you got the goods to help the team. You can fly, right?"

"Um, yeah, of course, it's how I got here ..." I stare at him incredulously.

"All right, turn around and let me grab on."

"What?!" I ask, thunderstruck.

"Not everone can fly y'know. Batman, Flash, even Black Lightning! Uh! Yeah! So if you fly, you probably gonna be carrying someone. Maybe Aquaman ... anyway, I'm gonna test ya passenger skills!"

"Well ... OK ..." I say. I may not know who he is, but he was making sense, at least. I turn around.

The man puts one arm over my shoulder, and the other around my waist. "All right baby, take off!"

No sooner do we leave the ground, then his grip tightens. I feel him push his body close to mine. After a few more seconds, his grip shifts slightly. His arm over my shoulders shifts down slightly and his hand comes to rest right over my breast. It squeezes slightly, and I gasp. "Ah .... um ..."

"Whas the matter, baby?" he yells in my ear, "You done already?"

"Um ... maybe I sh-should c-carry ...?" I start to stutter as his hand starts to move, pushing and tugging at my breast.

"Nah, baby, we ain't got time. Say some fucker like Amazo or ... uh ... the Joker be on our tail. Now ... I'll tell ya when it's safe, baby!"

I gulp and keep flying, and his other arm tightens its grip ... and I feel a bulge pushing firmly against my latex-covered ass. He starts to shift a little, up and down as we fly, and I blush more. Not that I'd know ... but it sure felt like he was ... dry humping me in midair ...?!