The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares it a work of public domain. Rook

ICON & HOTTIE # 1

“I just don’t see why you are so nervous about the whole thing?” Peter Small rolled his eyes at Icon’s shushing hands, “I mean it’s your apartment too, right?”

“You just don’t get it do you? I’m intensely lucky that a super heroine of Hottie’s stature would allow a big oaf like me to tag along as her partner. I’m sure no match for a replacement for her former partner, Damsel. And now her old college room mate Flare shows up out of the blue, walking out on her super hero team, The Justice Knights, and screaming about divorcing her husband the Justice Knights team leader, Magellan! And now the two of them are locked in Hottie’s bed room ‘chatting’!” Icon bit his thumb in anxiousness.

“Yeah, I wonder what they are doing in there, eh?” Peter nudge the seven foot tall white clad spandex suited mountain of muscle and winked.

“This is serious! I could be just a door opening away from getting kicked off this team!”

“Oh please. I mean, no one is stronger than you, you can lift a bus! And you pay half the rent.” Peter walked over across the fifteenth floor penthouse apartment’s sunken living room and opened the refrigerator and helped himself to a beer.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that, those belong to Hottie. I’m in enough trouble because of you coming over here all the time.” Icon frowned and went back to gazing at the closed door to Hottie’s bed room.

“It’s your place too. And besides I’m your old college roommate remember.” Peter Small raised the beer in a salute and chugged it.

“Yeah, but Hottie hates you.” Icon mumbled as he began to chew at his thumb again. “You don’t suppose Flare might just be stopping by on her way to a hotel or something? I mean, all that luggage!”

Peter was spitting and gagging on the beer. “What do you mean she hates me?!”

“She hates you. Why? What do you care?” Icon was entirely focused on the silent door.

“Well, hearing that a woman who can generate enough heat to replace the sun, hates you is a little disheartening.” Peter mumbled as he quickly tried to wipe the spilled beer into the white deep pile carpet with the toe of his shoe. “Well, you still pay like half the rent! And besides, I’m sure she doesn’t ‘hate’ me.”

“No, she hates you. And I don’t pay half the rent. I pay all I can, which with my computer on line telemarketing sixty hour a week in home job just about covers the electric bill and almost nothing else in this place! I’m just dead weight to her, and I don’t get her jokes! She’s smarter than me, more powerful, and got everything going for her! I’ll be out of here as soon as that door opens, you’ll see.” Icon nodded at the door.

“You work at least, she is just some rich bitch who inherited a fortune from her dead father and has never had a job in her life!” Peter was now wiping the beer off his shirt front and slacks.

“And she hates that job I have, because I am always tired when we go on patrol! You watch Flare will replace me and I’ll be back at my parents garage again, back to being a second stringer.” Icon moaned and threw himself into a large white chair, which creaked under his enormous weight of muscle.

“You are worrying about nothing! Flare will never replace you. You are the Icon, one of the strongest men on earth! Damn near invulnerable to physical attacks! What has Flare got?” Peter went and tossed the empty beer can into the trash under the sink and fetched himself another can out of the refrigerator. He tossed it behind his back and missed the catch.

“Well, she can fly like Hottie, so Hottie won’t have to constantly wait for her to catch up like she has to do for me. She can shoot bolts of energy out of her eyes, and cause things to burst into dust with a shriek of her voice, and she is smart like Hottie, and is a well known super heroine like her, and-”

“Yeah, you’re toast.” Peter popped the top on the fresh beer.

“Gee, thanks. You are some agent.” Icon mumbled as he sunk his enormous square jaw into his ham sized fists.

“I do what I can. Say… who is Flare’s agent?” Peter failed to notice the foaming beer spilling onto the carpet at his paten leather feet.

“Then you don’t mind?” Flare smiled weakly.

“Mind! I insist that you come and stay with me! It will be just like old times again!” Hottie smiled and hugged Flare to her, as they sat on the edge of her large bed. “To be honest I never understood what you saw in that Magellan!”

“A thirty inch pecker. But you are right all men are jerks! I can’t believe I actually married one!” They both laughed.

“It dose get so tiresome reminding them of their place of worship at our feet!” Hottie giggled and sighed.

“And finding one who is even competent in bed is damn near impossible!” Flare put her small hand on the back of Hottie’s head of flame red coils of hair and guided Hottie’s mouth off her nipple and down into the moist valley of her sodden crotch, “OH! Just like old times, yesssssssss!”

“Well?” Icon whispered.

“I don’t hear anything. Just a lot of heavy breathing.” Peter and Icon pulled their heads away from the heavy white bed room door. “Maybe they are having one of those woman crying sessions?”

“Regardless, this undoubtedly doesn’t bode well for me. They have been alone in there for hours now!”

“Shush! I think I hear them coming!” Peter and Icon slammed into one another as they raced away from the door and took up positions in the nearest chair; Icon looking over Peter’s shoulder as he in turn read a magazine, which neither noticed was an issue of Hottie’s Feminist Quarterly.

The door opened and both girls stepped out wearing club wear. “Flare and I are going out to the clubs, don’t wait up. Oh, she will be staying with us. You won’t mind her taking your room and you sleeping on the couch will you. Good, Night-night.” Hottie wiggled her fingers over her shoulder as Flare blew both boys a kiss as they closed the hallway door behind them.

“Yes! I’m still in!” cried a relieved Icon, as Peter Small frowned with wide mouth. As Icon did his dance of joy, the elevator dinged in the hallway beyond the closed apartment’s front door and Peter shook his head and tossed the magazine aside to go get another beer.

“I’m not sure I understand.” Flare had her arms crossed over her enormous breasts and was scowling at Peter Small as he poured out the champagne into the two tall flute glasses on the candle lit table between them.

“It’s simple really, all I am saying is that being a super heroine is a full time job, it doesn’t leave much room for public relations or press conferences or haggling with lawyers, you know all the ugly pettily boring trite that just sticks like mud to everything! “

“And you are saying that, that is were you come in?” Flare was still growling at the smarmy little man, but she let him guide her into her chair and accepted the full glass he offered her.

“Absolutely. I have no interest in bringing up freshly healed wounds, but when you were with the Justice Knights, all of that sort of stuff had been taken care of for you, and if you don’t want to have your new found freedom suddenly look like a major mistake, you will need some talented help running your new career.”

“And this is your idea of managing my new career?” Flare looked down at the t-shirt Peter had convinced her to put on. It read in sweeping letters; “Do It With Flare!”

“Just part of an overall marketing campaign that will soon sweep the country and then the world! Imagine Flare dolls and posters and magazine covers and -”

“I don’t know about this?” Flare pouted in her frown. “If it hadn’t been for all the unpacking I had to do, I would have been out on patrol with Hottie right now.”

“How fortuities for you that you were not and that I caught you at home this evening, for I was on my way to re-negotiate a small matter with the Abandon, a former team mate of yours if I remember correctly and a friend of Icon’s and I had thought to invite him along for some old time sake drinks in order to help us celebrate the new contract.” He raised the champagne bottle as a means of elaboration.

“You represent Abandon?” Flare’s eyes widened in awe.

“I am not at liberty to discus my clients identities of course, I’m afraid your friendship with my dear sweet Hottie made me drop my usual ridged guard in such maters. You understand of course?” He refilled her glass.

“Of course…” She slowly whispered into her glass and then downed it in a single swig, lost in perplexed thought.

Peter raised his eyebrows and refilled her glass again. “One needs to think about one’s immediate necessity as well as one’s future. To be frank, you are out of a job. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but your annual stipend as a Justice Knight now gone, you must think of your own finances and the powerful freedom of independent security. It would be most dreadful to find yourself crawling back to those laughing snickering behind your back Justice assholes, for a few crumbs when you could readily earn a hundreds times what the whole sorry lot of them is worth in a few months.” He re-filled her glass yet again as she held it out to him.

“Do you really think I could earn that much?” Flare emptied another glass, her wide eyes becoming glassy, she had never been able to hold her alcohol well.

“Why, you were the poster child of the bunch! Your pucker posted on every t-shirt and video game cover, how many millions did they make off of you while tossing you a few peanuts to shell?” Flare now nodded furiously, as Peter poured the last of the bottle into her weaving glass thrust demandingly in his face.

“You are right! Those bastards pimped my ass!” She downed another glass.

In frustration Peter glanced around and then poured his own untouched glass into hers. “And what a sweet ass it is too!” Peter purred. “So, if you will just sign this contract here!” He wiped out a paper from inside his jacket and thrust a pen into her hands. He had to guide her hand a bit but the signature looked good enough for him, if not quiet up to a judges discretion! But he felt he knew his new clients pride and felt that she would never admit that she had been drunk let alone so drunk as to be bamboozled into anything against her stubborn will.

He kissed the contract and folded it up and slipped it back into his jacket pocket as Flare slumped into her chair and fell to the floor passed out!

Peter Small winced giving out a sharp cry and leapt to help his new found cash cow, but found in the struggle with the large rather surprisingly heavy slim amazon that he only managed to tangle himself amidst her sprawled limbs. He kept trying to get her back to her chair or even to the near by white sofa only to inadvertently pull off the t-shirt he had convinced her to put on over her own crop top. The crop top slid up with the t-shirts removal and it exposed the young woman’s phenomenal firm full F cup breasts. Her perfect nipples were hard upon her puffy areolas and Peter found himself whimpering at the sight of them. “Well… there is the mater of my fee, dear.” Very carefully Peter slid the uncurious super heroine onto her side and pulled down her sweat pants. She wasn’t wearing any panties and he nearly bit through his tongue in excitement. He fished around in his slacks and pulled out his tinny twelve inch pecker and rubbed it against the almost impossibly spherical soft ass cheeks. He rubbed the head of his engorged cock against the bumble bee scratchy tickly fuzz of Flare’s once shaved smooth pussy now stubble patched with several weeks re-growth, but was wise enough in the ways of super heroine’s not to venture to risk placing his cock into a tender meat vice that upon her unconscious orgasm might squeeze into a rapture that would crush his poor cock into a useless permanent pulp! No, instead he slipped his purple throbbing member into her tight ass hole which welcomed him with soft pulsing throbs.

Super heroines were by and large subjected to a heightened state of constant sexual arousal brought on by both their increased sensual awareness sensitivity almost matching their other supernatural abilities and their overtly equally amply endowed sexual lust and desire super humane in proportional scope as well! Peter was not much amazed then as low and steady wet moans issued from the unconscious heroine as he pumped steadily into her seething shaking ass!

Hottie placed the ice pack gently on Flare’s forehead as she lay moaning on the sofa. “Better hun?” Hottie brushed some stray locks out of the hung over super heroine’s face.

“Thanks, luv.” And she puckered up for a kiss which Hottie bent over and warmly bestowed upon her waiting lips. “But I tell you one thing.” Flare paused as she struggled up wincing upon her heating pad.

“What’s that darling?” Hottie looked up as she removed the empty juice glass from the glass living room table beside the white sofa.

“I will never drink champagne again! It makes my ass hole hurt!” Flare rubbed her buttocks tenderly and turned up the heating pad. Both girls laughed! And Hottie kissed her sweaty forehead and wiggled into the kitchen with the empty juice glass, shaking her head and smiling.