A shift in perspective

Artemis Crock liked to consider herself an uncomplicated girl. She liked working out, fighting crime, and her boyfriend Wally. A few months ago, if someone had told her she’d be betraying her surprisingly sweet boyfriend for a rich jerk who went to the same school as her, she’d have knocked them out without hesitation for the sheer audacity of the claim.

She never thought she’d ever be in a position to betray someone after what her own father and sister had done to her.

Derek’s strong hand caressed hers with a warmth she’d never felt from touching Wally. He was just so confident. Like if the whole world had decided to try and destroy them, she didn’t think he would blink. Her pussy twitched at the image, of the inner strength of personality displayed by the boy she’d grown to call friend against her better judgment and now something more.

The taller boy caught her looking as they exited the school and smirked that insufferable grin of his. She didn’t know if she wanted to bash his face in or kiss him and she hated how conflicted he made her feel. Things had been so much simpler with Wally, even when they’d been dancing around each other and arguing constantly when they’d first joined up with the Justice League’s probationary team on Mount Justice.

She’d never dreamt of Wally barging in on her masturbating in the bathroom and then fucking her doggy style. She’d never bent over for him at all, actually. Their sexual encounters in the bedroom had always been missionary or cowgirl. They’d always been facing each other, one never dominating the other.

That’s why she was confused by the urge she felt just allow Derek to bend her over and take her.

Her thick, toned thighs clenched together at the memory and her pussy moistened.

She sighed.

Maybe I’m not as different from Jade or Dad as I’d like to be…

“So where are we headed?” she asked, more to distract herself from her conflicting thoughts than actual curiosity over where Derek Taylor lived. She knew he was wealthy like many of the other students at Gotham Academy and probably lived in a nice home or apartment with a big, stable family. Not like her, who despite publicly posing as Oliver Queen’s niece lived in a rundown apartment in downtown Gotham with only her mother for company. Oliver offered to move them into a nicer apartment, but her mother wouldn’t have it, her pride casting shadows far larger than her crippled form.

It didn’t stop him from secretly giving Artemis a monthly stipend which she could spend on anything she wanted.

“You’ll see,” he avoided her question, the jackass. She stomped on his foot for that, but he only grinned at her. His bright blue eyes twinkled like snow in the dimming winter sunlight and she had to fight the instinct to just stare into them. “Relax, Artemis. You know, all these years I’ve known you I’m surprised you’ve never been to my family’s place. I actually feel kind of bad about not inviting you before.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t invite Elizabeth. She was all over you back in the cafeteria,” she couldn’t help but stir the pot of jealousy that simmered in her chest. Seeing the girl so brazenly flirt with Derek had upset her more than she would ever openly admit.

I have a boyfriend and I got more jealous over some slut flirting with Derek than I’ve ever gotten over Wally. Christ, I’m pathetic.

“As I recall, you were all over me in the cafeteria. Hence, your invite,” he said.

She couldn’t help but giggle; even as her face flushed bright red at the memory of the blatant PDA they’d engaged in in front of the entire cafeteria.

“Asshole,” she stomped on his foot again, a little harder this time. She gave a satisfied nod when he winced in pain. “I still can’t fucking believe nobody saw us. How did we get so lucky?”

The boy gave her one of his trademark grins, the sort of smile that said he knew much more than he was letting on.

That or he just wants to annoy me. Why do I have a sinking feeling that it’s both?

“Here’s our ride,” Derek stopped next to a white Mercedes SUV parked on the street outside the Academy. The windows were tinted, but she could make out the faint silhouette of a female driver in the front seat. His mother, perhaps?

Hm… a luxury brand car. Oliver always hated these things, but he’s probably a big exception when it comes to rich people, in more ways than one.

Derek opened the back door and stood aside, beckoning her into the car.

How surprisingly chivalrous.

She smiled at him stepped into the car, scooting over to the other side of the car. The leather seats were comfortable in the rather spacious interior of the SUV. She placed her bookbag in front of her.

Derek hopped into the car and closed the door behind him.

“Good to go, Angela!” he said, prompting Artemis to take a better look at the woman in the driver’s seat.

She looked to be in her mid to late twenties. She had dark brown hair tied behind her head in a ponytail. Her facial features were severe, yet undeniably beautiful. The woman’s hazel eyes scrutinized her critically for a long moment before softening minutely once they fell upon Derek.

Too young to be his mother. Some sort of hired security? She definitely looks the type. Actually, now that I think about it, she kind of reminds me of that Mercy Graves lady who’s always shadowing Lex Luthor.

“Of course, sir. May I ask the name of your company for the evening?” the woman replied in a British accent, and Artemis got the impression of someone who was always disciplined and in control over herself.

“Oh, this is Artemis Crock. Artemis, meet Angela Davis. My parents hired her to protect me from the big bad city of Gotham. She was a soldier in the British army before she came to America. Isn’t that awesome?”

Artemis couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the way the severe woman’s eyes narrowed at Derek. The guy was irritating even in small doses and she could scarcely imagine what his apparent handler went through by trying to guarantee his safety.

“The idea of security is that you don’t ditch them at your house, sir,” Angela said as she gunned the car onto the street, expertly weaving in and out of Gotham’s inherently chaotic traffic.

“Oh come on Angela, don’t be like that. I was just going to school. You didn’t need to escort me there,” he said. “Besides, Artemis is a tough girl. She’d kick the shit out of anyone who went after me.”

Artemis’ lips quirked upwards. “As if, you dork. Personally, I think a good asskicking might teach you a lesson.”

Derek gave her a hurt look whose authenticity she didn’t believe for a second. As if sensing that he wasn’t affecting her in the slightest, he smirked at her and reached a hand under her skirt. It glided between her thighs and began rubbing her moist pussy through her panties. Tingles of raw pleasure shook her bodily. She bit her lip and brought herself under control. Only her discipline as a heroin kept her from crying out in sheer pleasure.

F-fuck, that feels sooo good! Why can’t Wally make me feel this way?!

“I think we might just get along, Ms. Crock,” the British woman said, a wry grin on her face as she maneuvered the car expertly through traffic, never stopping for a moment longer than was absolutely necessary.

Awareness of where she was slammed into her like a freight train and she looked up at Angela to find her eyes affixed on the road, seemingly completely unaware of what Derek was doing to her. She shifted slightly in her seat to allow him better access while hiding his arm from view.

Just as she was reaching the cusp of her orgasm, Derek withdrew his hand from between her legs.

Artemis panted and clenched her fists in frustration as she gave him a disbelieving look.

That... that dick! He fingers me in front of his security lady and then he doesn’t even have the decency to finish me off!

“Wanna popsicle?”

“Huh?” Artemis’ rage subsided over the suddenness of Derek’s question.

The boy in question was currently holding an unwrapped vanilla popsicle in his hands.

“Where did you… never mind, hand it over,” at least it’d make her feel better until she could corner Derek at his house and **** him to finish what he’d started.

Derek smiled at her and leaned back.

Why is he…?

She shook away the thought and leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the popsicle. It was surprisingly warm and flavorful. Like vanilla. She couldn’t help but twist her tongue all around it, feeling every inch of the long, hard treat in her mouth. Her cheeks grew concave as she sucked and slurped the long member in her mouth.

Hm… I wonder if Derek’s cock is this big.

Her thoughts flew back to the time she sat on Derek’s lap and felt his undeniable erection between her asscheeks. She blushed and felt as if tongue had brushed against her clit. That happened around Derek a lot. He was just so good at turning her on. She took the popsicle to the edge of her throat and gagged slightly. She looked up at him with her dark, lidded eyes and tried to broadcast her thoughts to him.

These lips could be wrapped around your cock right now, Derek.

She gagged again on the popsicle. Derek licked his lips and groaned. His eyes were hazy with lust and she couldn’t help but feel like if he had the opportunity, he’d bend her over and have his way with her like he did in her dream.

Fuck, this is so hot.

Her pussy dripped, soaking her panties as she moved her lips up and down the popsicle. Eventually, the treat began to melt and almost twitched as it liquefied in her mouth. Derek grunted, almost like she imagined he would if he were cumming his brains out.

She looked at Derek as she rolled the delicious white fluid around in mouth before swallowing heavily, accepting the thick fluid into her stomach.

“Mmm… that was a really good popsicle, Derek. So nice and hard,” she whispered to him. A little of the liquid dribbled down her face and chin. She gathered it up with a finger and inserted it into her mouth, suckling the melted popsicle liquid before swallowing it.

“I-I’ll give you another in a little bit,” he muttered. He adjusted his pants, probably trying to hide his erection.

The car rolled to a stop in front of a large colonial house surrounded by tall trees, most of which were bare thanks to the chilling cool of winter.

“We’re here, sir,” Angela said.

Already? I didn’t even notice… was I really eating that popsicle that entire time?

Artemis shook her head and tabled the thought for later. She glanced over at the boy who'd invited her home with him. He smiled at her knowingly again.

Her pussy pulsed and twitched again, and she marveled at the effect Derek had on her just by being near her. She wondered what they'd get up to at his house.