On to pizza delivering

"Okay," he said as she touched down in an alley. "Now wait here until I whistle."

"What? I'm not waiting until you finish work. I have things to do. Crimes to stop!" she proclaimed. She even thrust her chest forward in that heroic way she'd practiced before the mirror. The fact that this guy was fastened onto her like a leech quickly made her drop the pose.

"But I need my car for work. My work centers around me having a car. If I don't have a car I'll get fired. Then you won't have just destroyed my car, but my career as well. I'll lose my apartment and have to move in with you."

"What? You can't do that!"

"So just wait here and come when I whistle, okay? After all, we don't want my boss seeing you," he said, and finally let go of her chest.

"Fine," Jennifer grumbled, and waited until he left before massaging her chest. For an unathletic looking guy he sure had a good grip. Looking around she didn't see anyone so decided to lift her top and see if she had bruises. No sooner had she lifted the top to expose her boobs than she heard a whistle.

Jennifer instinctively turned around, looking for whoever was whistling. She was used to wolf-whistles, and it took a second whistle for her to realize. The man! It must be the man! "What is his name, again?" she asked herself as she flew toward the whistle, landing in another alley. This time she pushed down on her skirt to keep it from flying up over her toned abs.

The man shoved a stack of pizza boxes into her arms as soon as she landed. "Good girl," he praised, slapping her ass.

"He-ah!" she protested, or tried to. The sucker he shoved in her mouth muffled her objection. For a moment she was going to spit it out, but... cherry. Yum.

Jumping onto her back the man wrapped his legs around her and took her breasts in his crushing grip. "Up!" he ordered, yelling again as he yanked up hard with both hands.

Jennifer yelped around her sucker and zoomed upward so fast the man had to grip even tighter.

That first day was humiliating for Supreme Girl, but it's amazing how quickly people could adapt. By the end of the day she knew that a hard yank left meant turn left. A hard yank right meant right. A harsh pull down meant down. To the sides meant stop, and up meant up. Everytime they landed he'd tell her "Good girl," and pat her head before jumping off. Then he'd grab a pizza, disappear around the corner. A few minutes later he'd whistle and she'd come to him. He'd give her another "Good girl", pat her on the ass and put a sucker in her mouth when it opened to protest.

After the second day, this time remembering to wear shorts, she was used to having his hands squeezing her breasts like stress balls, and would turn, stop, dive or climb as directed. She even did a loop once.