Super Stud

Girl of the Hour was sitting in a café enjoying a fancy coffee. The time-based superhero often visited the place in her spare time, but only recently had she started using it for informal business meetings.

That's because she only recently became relevant enough to need business meetings, she thought self-satisfied. She had operated as a sidekick for large parts of her career. Back then, she was always in the shadows of her mentor, Muscle Woman, and didn't have a big media profile of her own. Going independent didn't help money wise either. For a while, she had to ration her coffee trips. All that changed a month ago when she played a big part in stopping a mass shooting at a religious site.

It wasn't anything that impressive, really. All she did was rewind any bullets shot in her direction. Then easily apprehended the criminals, followed by her treating all the wounded by rewinding their injuries to the point before they were shot. Plenty of superheroes could have pulled that off. But the story really caught on in the media. For the first time, reporters sat her down and asked for her life story. The initial interviews only spread the flames, and she instantly caught the interest of national media outlets.

Especially the conservative news channels loved her description of herself as a "Grassroot superhero who grew up in the countryside. Passion for peace, freedom, and moral values. Oh, and no boyfriend. I'm saving myself for marriage." It didn't hurt that her doll-like face looked really cute no matter the picture. Nor that her hot 19-year-old body was showcased for everyone to see in a short skirt and spandex crop top that fit her better when she first started as a vigilante a couple of years ago.

In no time, headlines everywhere read "Girl of the Hour, right on time," "Upstart hero calls timeout on crime," and so on. Fast forward, and now she was the country's new darling, with an autobiography finished and ready to be published and an inbox overflowing with offers from potential sponsors and team-ups.

Which led these sudden business meetings in coffee shops. "Let's see. The next guy should be here any minute now." Girl of the Hour made a mental note to get a manager who could handle all this stuff once she got more money.

"Just the girl Stud was looking for. You look hot, baby."

Girl of the Hour looked up to see a guy around her age. His bottle blonde hair was wild, like a rockstar from the early two-thousands. He wore ripped jeans and a garish gold t-shirt matching the gold chain around his neck.

Yikes, asshole alert, she thought. Out loud she said "Hi, You must be my appointment. I didn't catch your name, Mr...?"

"Stud." Girl of the Hour shook his hand awkwardly as he sat down across from her. "Down to business. Although you know he loves looking at all that, you have to understand that Stud is a busy man with lots of women to do. He can't be stuck here jacking it to the first pair of tits he sees, hahahah!" his laugh was loud and obnoxious.

Girl of the Hour was shocked, but did her best to smile. She knew her newfound popularity would eventually attract some weirdos. She'd just have to rise above it. She found his mannerisms entertaining, if nothing else. "Haha, totally agree. I don't want to keep you here any longer than necessary. How about you just tell me your pitch and then I'll let you be on your way."

Stud did a double finger snap into finger gun. "Smoothie. Stud is here to offer you the chance of a lifetime. Next week will be the launch of a new brand that will take the world by storm. The launch of Stud's own brand."

Girl of the Hour was trying to nod along to his explanation, "So you're, like, going public next week? That's great. I'm happy for you, Stud. What's your product?"

"Stud is the product. He's a lean, mean, sex machine. An icon of masculinity that all the girls want, but not all the girls can get. The twist? He starts his career tasting all the top names in the superhero world. The masked crusaders usually out of reach. I call it, Super Stud."

Girl of the Hour stared dumbfounded. What type of character have you gotten yourself mixed up with now, girl! "I see... Well, I'm sorry to say I don't see how that has anything to do with me."

"No worries, Stud will explain it real simple for you, baby. You have the privilege of being Stud's first conquest when he goes public next week. Specifically, Stud hears you're a virgin, and now you have the chance to be his virgin. All he asks in return is that you listen to his advice on how to make that upcoming book of yours a best seller. The advice? Simple: feature Stud."

"Wha- conquest?" Girl of the Hour lost her cool. "Shut up, already! I swear, it's men like you who make women ashamed to save themselves. Just because we haven't been with a man before dosen't make us naive little girls who need idiots like you to– to– do that stuff!"

Stud raised his hands in defence, "Wow, wow wow. Calm down, baby. Stud's sorry, ok." He gave an understanding nod. "Stud should have known all that sex talk would throw you off. You're a virgin after all. Let Stud explain. You're at the age where your body is going to start craving a man's cock. Oh, a cock is the thing guys have between–"

Girl of the Hour got up from her seat, red in the face. "I know! I'm a virgin not a five-year-old!" She tried sounding as outraged as she felt, but ironically sounded more like a whining teenager. 'That's it. I was trying to be patient, but you are seriously disgusting." She fished her wallet from somewhere in her tight outfit and spent a minute paying the bill. Even in rage, she felt obligated to tip the correct amount. Afterwards, she went for the door. "I'm leaving. Don't expect to hear from me again. And don't think for a second that my book will have anything good - no, anything at all - to say about–"