A Lady with a Plan

Step 16, Contessa smiled apologetically at the young man. “Sorry about that, kid. Didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to know if you could tell me where I could find a Mr.-” she paused to pull out a pair of blue and white folded papers she had prepared earlier from her suit pocket, pretending to read them with a glance, “Arnold Wagner? He should be working here as a teacher… Wood shop it says.”

The young man noted the doctored papers with understanding acceptance, forestalling any awkward questions that would raise suspicions later.

“Not anymore, he’s not.” he said with no love lost. “Got fired in the middle of last semester for beating up students. Couple of Asian kids.” he added meaningfully.

Step 17, she groaned. “Figures. Boss keeps promising to get our files up to date yet I still have to deal with these wild goose chases.” Slipping the papers back in her pocket, posturing her body so as to best display her generous curves without being so obvious as to look intentional.

Step 18, she offered him a half-smile. “Can you tell me where Administration is? The sooner I can find this prick, the sooner he can get served.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I can definitely help you there.” the kid agreed, struggling to hide his sudden amusement. He held out his hand and-

Step 19, look at the offered card with surprise. Privately she noted that this was the first time The Path to Victory had cause for her to give the carnal agency any real thought.

Step 20, look down at his crotch, widen eyes, lick lips and say, “Oh. Oh wow! That’s… A big prick for me to serve… I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you kinda did.” Smiling wolfishly, he swaggers over to her, grasps her ass with both hands and pulls her against his body with total confidence. The feel of his hard muscles against her breasts and the hot hardening bulge shifting against her stomach are appreciated but they do not distract her from her mission. “And this “kid” intends to show you how much of a man he really is!”

Step 21, put a hand to his chest to signal him to stop. Use meditative techniques to induce blushing and say, “Um, if it’s not a problem, could we go somewhere more private? I know that it’s a government order and everything, but my boss… If a kid posted a video of us online, he might try and make something out of it, you know?” Quivering her voice and blinking her eyes in such a way as to invoke a sympathetic response.

The boy paused and considered her request for a moment then sighed and nodded, “Yeah, sure. There should be an unlocked classroom around here somewhere we can use.”

The first five he would try were locked. Much to his annoyance.

Before he could reach the sixth she walked over to the janitor’s closet and jimmied the handle as her power directed her. With a click, the cheap lock unlatched itself and the door opened. “Is in here okay?” she asked, taking a step inside.

“Well, it’s not exactly romantic, but it’ll do, I guess.” he pouted, settling in behind her and locking the door. A flipped bucket was used as an improvised stool for him to sit and pull his obscene genitals out into the open.

Contessa felt impressed and more than a little aroused despite herself. Knowing that she was about to see a 14 inch penis and actually witnessing it with her own eyes were two very different experiences.

A bundle of old pool towels “conveniently” left out on the floor made for a logical place for her to kneel on.

“Ow!” she grunted with feigned discomfort, “Hold on.” she reached under her and pulled out a rusty crowbar that had been left tangled in the cloth and tossed it aside with a noisy clang. “That’s better.” she said, slinking in between his legs. “Now where were we?” Tentatively taking his rock hard member in hand and stroking it with less and less projected uncertainty.

He seemed content to just stroke her hair as her strokes grew firmer and faster, pulling her face close to his perfect penis (well the best she could find outside of a 97 step plan involving a portal to an undocumented alternate Earth, based on a cursory search with her powers) and that intoxicating musk.

Just before he could reach that summit, she slackened her grip and said wistfully, “You know, I’m actually pretty jealous of you.”

“Huh? Really?” He leered at her with sudden interest.

She made herself blush again with an indignant huff, “Not like that! It’s just… In my line of work people are rarely ever happy to see me.” World leaders and warlords didn’t refer to her as the Bogeyman for nothing after all. “When people see me coming most try and run or get violent.” They never get far. “But a girl sees someone like you come up to her? One look at this and you’ll have to beat them off with a stick!”

“I prefer to use something bigger than a stick to get them off.” He quipped back, but there was a look of consternation on his face as he struggled to ignore his aching balls.

Allowing The Path to guide her words and hands on autopilot, she directed her attention to the quaking pillar of flesh thrusting out towards her, angrily spitting out wads of pre-ejaculate as she kept it right on the cusp of climax for as long as possible.

“Ah! You’re so good at this!” he gasped. “But I want to-GAHHH!” Reaching for a plan to [make the man before her ejaculate as quickly and hard as possible], she grabbed his left nut firmly with one hand, then stroked her diminutive hand up and down his length with her thumbnail following a cluster of nerves she knew were there without seeing them.

“Mmmmmmn!” Was all he could muster now, jaw clenched, his admirable strength (for a non-Brute) rendered inconsequential. Immobilized as she overwhelmed his senses with a normal, guided touch. She had done it dozens of times before, often with parahumans many times stronger than her, though rarely by using pleasure over pain.

This time felt different. Watching this young man’s eyes roll back, mouth open with a silent scream of ecstasy and his cock swell to a veiny, purple behemoth furiously fighting against her stemming grip like a caged beast. It gave her a thrill of exhilaration she hadn’t felt for some time.

Again, she was struck by the disparity between Knowing what was to come and Seeing it come. And come. And come. And come. All over the wall of that dingy closet and pooling on the floor in a growing puddle. A thick musk was filling the air and she felt herself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment.

Five minutes and as many steps later, the world’s deadliest assassin stepped out into the hallway, her pristine suit still immaculate, though the same could not be said for her sopping underwear. She certainly didn’t look like she had just willingly locked herself in a room with a horny horse-cocked teenage boy she couldn’t say no to. A horny horse-cocked teenage boy who was collapsed on the floor of a janitor’s closet, a wide gasping smile on his face, dick well on the way to full flaccidity and a great big sticky mess that painted a wall and dangled in ropes from the ceiling.

She could not fathom what the point of all of this was. Who, what, where, when and how. But the whys more oft than not escaped her when it came to her power.

Absently, she wiped a stray dollop of thick ejaculate from her cheek, the only evidence of her one-sided romp. Curiously she tasted it, savoring the sweet creamy texture that titillated her already aroused body.

Seeking a Path that lead to her relieving her growing itch… One that didn’t involve resuscitating the young man’s erection and riding him for the next two hours…

‘Maybe some other time.’ she mused wistfully, closing the door behind her and brightening when The Path showed the relative ease that she could arrange that without disturbing her efforts for saving the planet and everyone on it from a, “hypothetical”, all-powerful alien.

But right now? “Door, Director Costa-Brown’s bedroom.” she requested and a portal instantly formed in mid air before her. On the other side of the tear in space was an upscale residence on the opposite side of the country, dawn just beginning to break in the wee winter hours. Once she was inside, the door collapsed behind her without a trace, just barely missing the attention of a group of students as they rounded the corner at the end of the hall.