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Girls' Night Out --(Part 2)	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 29222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Girls’ Night Out- Part 2

Chapter 12: What Lies Beneath

Written and Edited by R.S.

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Clark gazed vacantly at the elevator doors as they slowly parted and gave way to the bustling newsroom of the Daily Planet. His mind kept replaying the terrible events of the previous day. He could still hear Celeste’s laughter and jeering taunts ringing in his ears. The site of her beautiful naked body and the crystal pendant that had rendered him powerless to stop her was also burned into his memory. He still could not believe how effortlessly she had bested and outsmarted him, not to mention how easily he had fallen into her little trap.

The knowledge she now possessed about his secret identity and the threat she had made hung over him like the darkest of storm clouds. He was thankful that Lois was out of town on an assignment for a story she had been working on. Things would’ve been that much harder to keep to himself with her around.

With a deep breath Clark finally stepped out of the elevator and began crossing the long rows of cubicles and desks as the usual chaos played out around him. All he wanted to do was make it to his desk without bumping into anyone wanting strike up a conversation. He flipped out the morning’s edition of the Daily Planet and held it up pretending to read the headlines. After the recent turn of events, the last thing he was in the mood for was to make small talk. What he needed right now was time to think.

At last he rounded the bend toward his desk. Luckily it was near the corner of the room and one of the less trafficked parts of the floor. His eyes finally lifted from the black and white newsprint with a sense of relief but the sight in front of him brought everything crashing down like a kick to the gut.

Celeste was sitting on top of his desk, long legs crossed in front of her, with a sardonic smile plastered across her pretty face.

“Hey there, Clarky. Did you miss me?” she asked in an overly cheerful manner.

The black micro mini skirt she was wearing was riding up her thighs allowing him a great look at her long legs and black lace stockings. He quickly averted his eyes, remaining silent.

“Aww, cat got your tongue, Supes?”

The anger that suddenly boiled inside him was almost intolerable. It was only with the greatest of restraint that he managed to keep it simmering below the surface. The girl’s brazen, cocky attitude was absolutely infuriating. She had not even bothered to hold her voice down in the slightest. Clark’s anger was palpable and she knew it- yet only further amused her.

“What are you doing here?” he asked flatly.

She playfully cocked her head to the side, her grin growing even broader.

“Now is that any way to talk to someone that knows your every little secret? Wouldn’t it be a shame to expose everything you’ve worked so hard to conceal and protect?”

He let out a long, deep sigh.

Tell me something, Celeste” he began slowly. “Why did you pretend to work at the Daily Planet for over a month as an intern- just to get close to me?”

She tilted her head back and giggled amusedly.

“You wouldn’t believe how hard it was for me to keep from laughing every time I had to praise your “journalism skills” or boost your ego. Pretending to be a fawning fan of yours was much harder than it looked. But it was necessary to gain your trust as well as to plant the seeds of doubt between you and Lois.”

“What do you mean?” he asked warily.

“Oh, please, it’s so simple that even a dolt like you should be able to figure it out. Your dear wife Lois has seen the way I was hanging around you all the time- and you yourself gave her the impression that you didn’t mind it one bit, didn’t you? You told her you liked having someone admire you as a reporter and as Clark Kent rather than Superman for once. So the way I see it, it wouldn’t be a huge stretch for her to imagine that maybe you didn’t fight back or resist quite as hard as you could have once she sees our little sex tape, hmm?”

“I still don’t get it. After I drank your magic potion you could have rendered me powerless with your amulet and taken me prisoner to Lasso Girl at any time. Why didn’t you just do that and be done with it? Why the charade and the elaborate planning?”

“That would’ve been too easy, boy scout. And I thought I already explained it to you. Lasso Girl wants to make your life a living hell before we ultimately defeat you- and she wanted you to see it coming and know there’s nothing you could do to prevent it. She won’t be satisfied until we embarrass and humiliate you again and again. You and those close to you won’t be safe and you won’t be able to escape it as Superman or Clark Kent!”

The ravishing brunette slid gracefully off the desk and roughly clutched his chin in the palm of her hand.

“But don’t look so sad, S-man, we’re going to have lots of fun in the mean time. I have something extra special planned for you later. Now be a dear and fetch me a bottled water from the lounge. Make sure it’s nice and cold- and make it snappy, slave, I’ve had a long day.”

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Abandoned Amusement Park- Metropolis

Batman knelt down to examine a dark piece of fabric lying on the floor of an old funhouse maze. Shards of glittering glass from broken mirrors crunched under his boot and were laying all around him in a circular pattern.

He slipped on a pair of special filtered goggles to better assess the scene. Experience told him by the way the debris was strewn about and judging from the marks on the floor that there had been a struggle here. It appeared to have been some sort of ambush with multiple attackers lying in wait.

He zoomed in the piece of fabric in his hand. There was definitely no doubt about it. It was a part of Nightwing’s costume but the man himself was no where to be found. Batman angrily clutched the black material tightly in his palm before depositing it in a compartment on his utility belt.

He knew that something had to have gone wrong. First Robin disappeared without a trace and now Nightwing was missing. It couldn’t have been a coincidence, and he was almost certain who was behind it.

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As the morning dragged on, Clark tried to concentrate on his work but his mind was working double time. She had gotten in his head. He couldn’t figure any way out of the situation. And he was still dreading whatever dastardly “surprise” she had cooked up for him. Still, he had not seen the girl for over an hour, much to his relief, and turned back to his still idle keyboard.

He began typing up a local news story for the following day’s edition. He had just gotten set into a steady rhythm when Perry White’s gruff voice bellowed from across the room.

“Okay its meeting time, everyone!” he yelled, a lit cigar still hanging from the corner of his mouth. “I want you all to get your asses in the conference room pronto! Let’s make this quick because I’d like to get tomorrow’s edition done sometime before the morning.”

Clark followed the grumbling crowd of people as they filed into the large windowless conference room like a herd of cattle. Perry was standing with his sleeves rolled up and his arms crossed propping the door open

“What’s this meeting about, Perry?” Clark asked as he passed by the editor and chief.

The paunchy, older man gave him one of his distinctly indignant looks.

“Well I thought you would know, Kent- you’re the one who set this meeting up. That memo you left on my desk earlier today made it sound like you had something really important to get off your chest so let’s get this over with.”

“Wait I didn’t—” Clark began before trailing off.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Celeste, already seated in the meeting room, shoot him a quick wink. So it had been her doing. He should’ve known.

“Ahem…” he started again. “I mean, uh, yeah the meeting…well you see I--”

Before he could think of an excuse to get out of the predicament, Perry had already begun nudging him through the doorway.

“C’mon, c’mon, Kent we don’t have all day.”

With an overwhelming feeling of dread, and about thirty pairs of impatient eyes locked squarely on him, Clark slowly made his way to the only open seat left at the enormous black stainless steel conference table. As he went to grab the chair, it suddenly moved out from the table causing him to stumble forward a bit. There were a couple of muffled snickers around the room as he saw the reason why the chair had moved.

“Oops,” Celeste said innocently from across the table. “I was just trying to save you a seat.”

He smiled sheepishly as he did his best to hide his growing anger and embarrassment. Having her directly across from him wasn’t helping matters. He finally took his seat. What was he going to talk about? He quickly racked his brain for something, anything that would’ve necessitated calling a meeting. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, and a few more stifled chuckles, Celeste slid a rather thick stack of papers to him.

“I almost forgot- here are the papers that you asked for,” she said grinning ear to ear. “That’s everything that you wanted to bring up so be sure to read everything, Mr. Kent.”

He quickly glanced down at the title of the cover document :“How to Improve the Working Environment at the Daily Planet”. Without knowing what else to do he began awkwardly reading the document aloud word for word. What other choice did he have?

He had just flipped to the second page of the nearly inch thick stack of papers when he felt something brush up against his leg. Ignoring it, he began to read on until he felt it again. This time he discreetly adjusted his glasses and peered through the long but rather narrow table with x-ray vision. To his growing apprehension, he observed that Celeste had slipped off her high heeled shoes and was using her stocking clad foot to slowly rub the inside of his lower calf through the pant leg. The problem was that no one else could see it underneath the table.

As he was about to move away from her reach he came to a parenthesized sentence typed in bold print at the bottom of the document that read: (IF YOU TRY TO RESIST, MOVE, OR LET ANYONE ELSE KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON, YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO LOIS.)

With that not so subtle threat in mind, Kent tried his best to ignore her, though it was growing increasingly harder. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie as he flipped to the next page. As he began reciting the painstakingly boring text, he could feel Celeste’s foot begin to slowly inch up his leg just a bit to his knee. Now he understood her little game. Every time he turned to a new page, she would move her foot higher up on his leg. But how far was she going to go?

Each second that passed made it harder and harder to concentrate at the task at hand- and there was absolutely nothing he could to escape it.

A few disinterested groans dotted the room, and his enhanced hearing picked up a few wayward whispers between his coworkers.

"When is this stupid meeting going to end?"

"How long is this guy gonna yack about nothing?"

Clark could feel the perspiration begin to dot his brow as his discomfort steadily grew. What he would’ve given to simply crash through the wall and fly off as far away from all this as possible.
Knowing it was fruitless to try to delay the inevitable, he still read as slowly as possible, dreading the time when he reached the end of a page. But when it came this time he noticeably stuttered and paused a second before continuing on.

Hidden from everyone else’s view, Celeste had moved even further up her unwilling prey’s leg and had begun sensually tracing figure eight’s on his inner thigh with her toe. Even though he gave no obvious signs, Clark couldn’t help but become somewhat aroused by her actions even as his hatred of her grew by leaps and bounds. Her toes slightly tickled but did in fact feel good as well- and it was all driving him crazy.

He had a feeling he was going to find out just how far his tormentor was willing to go to humiliate him very soon. There was only a short paragraph left before he would have to turn yet another page.

After shooting her a quick glance, the devious smirk on her face told him everything. Celeste was relishing every moment of this and taking immense joy in watching him squirm. He wanted to smash her beautiful, smug face in and be done with it- but he soldiered on. Clark took in a deep breath and swallowed hard as he reluctantly shifted to the next document.

Suddenly he let out a short and surprised yelp that brought more than a few snickers and quizzical looks from everyone in the room.

“Uh…is there a problem, Kent?” asked Perry eyeing him strangely.

“Yeah, is there something wrong, Clark?” Celeste inquired with a devilish grin.

Clark’s cheeks began to redden and become hot with embarrassment. He could feel everyone’s eyes boring into him like hot lasers.

“Um…no…everything is…uh…fine, Perry,” he answered shakily.

Perry nodded gruffly. “Well good, then can we hurry this up a bit?”

After somewhat gathering his composure once again he went on- though since Celeste’s foot was now resting in his crotch, it was almost impossible to focus. How long was she going to keep this up?

Celeste could barely contain her amusement and, if not for the other people in the room, would’ve burst out laughing. She was getting immense joy from this little game and wanted to see just how long she could make it last- and how long her prey could go before cracking.

She started off by lightly pressing down on his cock then gradually adding more pressure as the seconds ticked by. Much to her delight, she could feel Clark’s manhood automatically begin to respond to her actions by hardening and becoming stiff beneath her foot. He tried to shift a bit in his seat and began to read faster but it was no use.

Next, she began to gently tap his still growing erection with the bottom of her foot. Clark let out a slight gasp as his cock began straining against his pants. The steady, rhythmic fashion of her foot repeatedly thumping against his dick was driving him crazy. No one else noticed. Why? He screamed inwardly. Why is no one in the room noticing this?

Every time her foot would rise and fall lessened and chipped away at his composure and willpower. After what seemed like an eternity she stopped and merely left her foot idle against his crotch. Clark breathed a slight sigh of relief as he struggled to the next page of the document.

His reprieve was short lived though as Celeste began again, this time by slowly rubbing her foot from heel to toe up and down his cock. Immediately his manhood responded by extending to its full length. Though she did not even look up at him, he noticed Celeste’s eyebrows rise with excitement and delight.

Clark’s breathing quickened as her toes danced over his cock, skillfully and pleasurably massaging him like tiny fingers. He was starting to lose it. Even gathering enough concentration to read the words in front of him was becoming a significant struggle. The people sitting near him noticed and loudly whispered to one another. Some placed a hand over their mouths to in an attempt to suppress their snickers.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Why is his face all contorted like that?

He felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. Yet still, his tormentor was not finished.
With her nimble toes she unzipped him and found his cock, pulling it free from his pants. It flopped out and stood at full attention, finally free from any restrictions. The girl then carefully wedged it between smooth, sensual toes and began slowly pumping his cock.

Large beads of sweat were building on Clark’s forehead as some trickled down his face. He could feel his cheeks turn beet red and burning hot from the humiliation of it all. The whispers grew louder as did the intense pounding in his head. He stopped reading all together.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Kent?” Perry asked confusedly.

But he couldn’t answer this time. His willpower had nearly shattered. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to brace himself for the inevitable, not even wanting to fight it any longer. A few drops of precum oozed up out of the tip of his dick and trickled downward, providing a perfect lubricant for Celeste’s relentless toes as they continued to work his shaft.

Her skillful toes glided effortlessly over his cock while at the same time gently yanking him ever closer to climax. He couldn’t help but let out a low moan of bliss.

Shrieks of laughter and disbelief from his coworkers echoed in his ears but he didn’t even care anymore. Everyone in the room was now either laughing or pointing at him now. He grasped the edge of the table as another unmistakable groan left his mouth.

The feeling was unstoppable and the end was close. After a few more thrusts and a final yank on his cock from her toes and he shot his load all over himself. String after string of cum splattered onto the bottom of the table as well as his own pants- none got on Celeste.

The woman sitting next to him abruptly stood up and pointed down at his lap and the all too obvious dark stains.

“Oh my god he just came all over himself!” she blurted out.

“That’s disgusting!” another woman yelled. “What a sicko!”

More laughter mixed with shocked screams filled the room and rang in Clark’s ears long after everyone had left.

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End of Chapter 12

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