Boardroom deal

Wonder Woman opens her eyes and blinks against the light. She’s sitting in a fancy leather office chair in front of an elegant oak conference table. She is in fact sitting in the same chair you woke up in several hours ago. “Welcome back, Princess.”

“Good to be back,” she mumbles as she tries to concentrate through the fog wrapping her brain. She shakes her head to clear it, and immediately regrets doing so.

“Yeah, not surprising you have a headache after all the shit they pumped into you.”

“Veronica. I remember.” She looks around the room, her eyes a little more focused. “Where are we?”

“Still in her little black ops lab,” you gesture towards the opaque glass wall between you and the main lab. “Just in the comfy room.”

“What is our…” she tries to stand but regrets that instantly too and has to sit back down.

“Aftereffects of Ms. Cale’s little cocktail. Makes your head a little wobbly is my understanding. Among other things.”

She’s holding onto the chair’s arms to keep herself stable, but her eyes are clearing. “I feel weak as a kitten. Another aftereffect I take it?”

You shrug, “Not so much a side effect as the entire point of them.”

Her beautiful eyes go wide, “She wanted to film a sex tape! Of me!”

“She did.”

She eyes you cautiously, “I take it that did not happen?”

You can’t help but grin as you pick up the remote on the table, “I mean it sorta did. Just not the way she expected.” With the press of a button the giant monitor on the wall comes to life, playing the sex tape you made of Veronica. Diana's eyebrows climb up her forehead.

“Oh dear!” Several different expressions wrestle for control of her face. “That…that’s not…” She looks over at you. “I’m all for poetic justice, but she will kill you for this. Quite literally I’m afraid.”

“We came to an arrangement. I make sure the video never gets out, and as long as it doesn’t she won’t come after me or anyone around me.”

Diana considers this. “Victoria has many fine qualities, but I’m afraid a commitment to keeping her word isn’t among them…”

“I appreciate your concern for my well being." Another dirty look. "We both swore it on the lasso.”

She nods her head, “I see. Well thought out.” She runs her hand over her forehead, wiping away a thin layer of sweat. “Then why are we still here? Where’s Veronica?”

“Gone. Cut her losses, took her playmates, and went home. She left me the keys to the castle.” The Amazon raises an eyebrow at that. “I decided I need a lair and I like this one, so I made it part of our deal as well.”

The heroine’s beautiful face is noticeably flushed now, her breath has gotten faster, and she’s fidgeting in her seat. She shakes her head slowly, “Why didn’t you just have her put you on the payroll while you were…” She looks at the smug smile on your face, “Of course you did.”

“Independent contractor on retainer. The pay is quite generous.” There’s a light in her eyes you hadn’t seen before. “If I didn’t know better you almost sound impressed.”

She stares at you through heavily lidded eyes. “You are full of surprises.” She stands carefully. “So. What happens now?”

“That is entirely up to you,” you say, standing to meet her as she walks around the table.

She studies your face, her lips slightly parted. “I may not be at full strength, but don’t for a minute think you could stop me if I wanted to walk out that door.”

You step closer until you’re almost toe-to-toe. “Perhaps. Is that what you want? To leave?”

“I don’t…no, I...” Your eyes are locked on each others’. “I’m not…”

You grab her head with both hands and pull her into a kiss. She doesn’t even make a pretense of resisting, one hand pressing into the small of your back as the other grips your butt.