Toplessness.

He looked over and saw that her orange jumpsuit was down around her waist, she hadn't been wearing a bra under her costume (and how had they gotten her out of it? Who had that job? And were there tapes of it?) so she was naked to the waist, with just a shadow of hair visible at her waist, the tip of her landing strip was visible. Her breasts were smaller than her mother's, or his mothers, but they made a nice handful, topped with lovely pink nipples. Her skin didn't tan, or burn, so it was surprisingly white and her blonde hair surrounded her head like a halo. She looked like a whore. She looked like an angel. Either way he wanted her.

His jaw fell open and then when he saw her mocking smile, snapped shut. "Let's see what I'm getting." He reached a hand out and grabbed her breast. The smile vanished. "And let's be clear on what you want and what you're offering."

"Well. There are levels. You make sure she doesn't hurt me, or touch me at all and my mouth is yours. You set me up in my own place and I'll give you my pussy. You put me in charge of her and I'll do anything you want."

"You were the one who **** her, you want me to help you do it again? Why?" Ultraboy asked, his hand stroking her breast.

"It wasn't unprovoked." Shelby replied

"And how did Ultimamom, not Dr. Powers provoke it?" He asked, pinching her nipple very slightly.

"You didn't know? She didn't tell you? When she was trying to get herself off, she admitted that it was only supposed to be me who was the test subject. A fact she didn't share with me. Or you, apparently. Everything that happened there happened because of her and she deserves to pay for it. Now, what's the deal?"

"You know, I don't have to make any deal. I could dump your ass here."

"But then you'd never get a piece of this ass," She said, rising, pressing her tits against the tinted window and let the jumpsuit fall to her knees and her hand slapped her tight ass hard.