It's a good thing she got a new costume because someone stole her old one!

The first day in her new work costume went much like the last. It was embarrassing the first couple times when both the skirt and top flew up, revealing her charms completely, but The Man didn't seem upset.

"Why are you holding onto your top and skirt like that? It looks horrible, like you're some clumsy little schoolgirl, and not a full-grown, very sexual woman who knows she got stuff every man should see."

Jennifer blushed at his words even more than she had at the landing. He was always saying things like that, sort-of praising her while at the same time suggesting that she was just a toy for men to play with. It was both embarrassing and kind of pleasing to hear how much men liked the way she looked.

"You should try landing with more flare. Some superheroines will do gymnastics tricks like the splits, or arch their back and put their hands behind their head like they're on a magazine cover. Others spread their legs wide so they can land in a fighting stance like this," he demonstrated, his legs spread ridiculously wide as he bent his knees. Having never seen a real fighting stance Jennifer wasn't sure if it was real or not, but the next time she landed she followed his advice, both spreading her legs AND doing the arm-pose thing.

The Man rewarded her by smacking her bare pussy and popping a lollipop in her mouth when her mouth popped open. Normally the lollipop made her feel good. This time she felt confused, torn between objecting to having him smack her pussy and happy to receive approval. She decided to let it go, and the next time she landed he settled for ruffling her hair. He alternated from hair to ass to pussy, then ass to pussy the next few times, until at last she became accustomed to having him smack her between her legs.

"Well that was a good day's work," he said, smacking her one more time, then wiping his wet fingers on her little skirt.

Jennifer popped open her mouth for another lollipop, and almost dropped it. "Mwa cwose!" she cried out, pointing. The place where she'd carefully stashed her costume was now empty, the once-full garbage cans now completely empty. She ran from can to can, her cute little skirt hardly ever descending below her ass-cheeks, and found that every single can and dumpster was now empty. "Ga-on!" she told him.

"Oh no," he faked outrage. "Someone must have picked up all the garbage. I've never seen that happen before." Technically it was true. He'd passed this place all the time in the past, and in the morning of this weekday the garbage would be there, while at night it would all be gone.

"Mah cothsume!" she wailed, and sucked vigorously on the lollipop for comfort.

"There there," The Man patted her buttocks. Her mouth popped open, an unexpected side-effect, but he shrugged and gave her another lollipop. The way she'd been sucking at the other it wouldn't last long anyway.

"Bah-a-ook-o-ad!" she continued to wail. The man shrugged, having no idea what she'd said.

"Well I guess it's a good thing I made this costume for or you wouldn't have anything to wear, would you?"

Supreme Girl nodded her head vigorously. She'd seen her new costume in some windows as she'd passed them by and had to admit that she looked good - if a bit odd for having a weird-looking guy on her back, his hands clutching her bare breasts in a stranglehold.

"Well, it looks like there's enough sun that you can go do an hour of naked suntanning so your skin stands out a bit from the pink of the costume."

Jennifer's head snapped up to the sun, and a moment later she was in the air. Not long after that she stepped out onto her apartment's roof, a blanket and oil in her hands. Finding the most open part of the roof she spread out the blanket. In spite of the fact that her building was shorter than the eight apartments surrounding it she felt safe from prying eyes as she removed all her clothes.

For a moment she hesitated, remember how The Man had mentioned having some guy spread oil over her, and she frowned. It felt sort of wrong not to do things as he'd said, but she decided to go ahead and oil herself. After all, she didn't want to lose the sun.

Over the next hour Jennifer basked in the sun, touching up the oil now and then, rolling over a few times, and in general giving a very nice show to the half-a-dozen men who looked out their windows and saw her. With their dicks in one hand, and binocular, telescope or camera in the other, they thoroughly enjoyed her show. By the time she stood up, gathered her things, and sauntered inside still-naked, there were half-a-dozen windows in need of cleaning