He gets to see what the club is really about

Elena threw him forward. Jaden hit the floor hard at Zack’s feet, knees skidding on the carpet. Before he could even push himself up, she dropped gracefully beside him, knees folding, back arching, until her forehead pressed to the ground in perfect, practiced submission. Her massive tits squished against the floor, threatening to spill out of the corset, nipples barely covered by the edge of the latex. She stayed bowed like that, ass high, thong disappearing between her cheeks, voice suddenly soft and meek in a way that made Jaden’s brain short-circuit.

“Captain Zack,” she murmured, every word dripping reverence. “I’m honored to be of service to you. I caught this intruder snooping on the base and apprehended him. I hope I am worthy of your praise.”

Jaden’s mouth hung open. He looked from the woman who’d been his friend’s terrifyingly competent mother to the slouched delinquent lounging in the chair like a king on a thrift-store throne.

Zack, still hard, cock glistening, casually slapped the face of the woman who’d been enthusiastically sucking him off. She whimpered but pulled off with a wet pop, licking her swollen lips as she knelt back on her heels.

Zack stood, chuckling low in his throat, and strolled over. He planted one scuffed sneaker on the back of Elena’s head, pressing down until her cheek flattened harder against the carpet, smearing her perfect makeup just a little.

“Good job, Madame Supremo,” he drawled, grinding his foot like he was putting out a cigarette. “You’re definitely a good whore who has her uses.”

Madame Supremo?

Jaden’s brain lurched. He knew that name. He’d read every issue of Heroic Dominion, the indie comic run that had blown up online a couple years back. Madame Supremo: the leader of the hero syndicate, elegant, ruthless, always one step ahead.

He stared harder at Elena, really looked at her and the resemblance struck him finally. The corset, the thong, the boots. It wasn’t exact cosplay. It was cruder. More obscene. More revealing. A porn parody version made real.

His eyes darted around the room in growing horror and shameful fascination.

The woman still straddling Marcus’s lap, grinding slow circles with her hips, glossy black catsuit unzipped to her navel, silver claws scratching down his chest, that was Kitty Chaos. The chaotic feline anti-heroine from the same series. She was moaning softly, riding Marcus like it was her sole purpose.

The one on all fours in front of Devon, teal-and-gold micro-bikini soaked through, gemstone cape tangled around her body as she was fucked from behind, that was Monsoon Mistress. The exotic weather manipulator, sultry and tempestuous in the panels. Her rich cinnamon skin glistened with sweat, ass jiggling with every thrust, whimpering something incoherent between gasps.

And the blonde who’d just been sucking Zack off, now kneeling obediently with spit shining on her chin, silver speedster suit clinging to her perky tits and toned stomach, that was Quickie. The hyper-fast runner who could vibrate through walls in the books. Here, her lips were puffy, eyes glassy with lust.

Jaden’s head spun. Comic book characters. Living, breathing, fucking versions of them. Except they weren’t cosplayers. They were—

Zack noticed him staring. That smirk widened, slow and cruel.

He lifted his foot off Elena’s head. She stayed down, breathing shallow, waiting.

Zack crouched in front of Jaden, close enough that Jaden could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath.

“Enjoying the show, Hayes?” he asked, voice dripping mock sympathy. “Didn’t think a little geek like you would get an exclusive invite to the real Mother’s Comic Book Club. But since you’re here…”

He glanced back at the women, still serving, still utterly devoted, then back to Jaden.

“…maybe we can find a use for you too.”