It was an average day for you running your company, plotting ways to kill Superman, barking orders at your employees. You can’t believe the level of incompetence you have to put up with. After firing you’re tenth employee of the day and assuring him that he will never find a job anywhere ever again, you head into your office to cool off.
Your personal assistant Mercy follows you inside.
"Mr.Luthor, I have a drink for you," she says with a smile.
You take the glass not even bothering to look at her as you stare out the window. Another of your grabs for power was recently thwarted by Superman. It doesn’t matter, you think to yourself. He will pay… It is only a matter of time.
You take a sip of your drink but almost spit it out at its sour taste. Turning to yell at your assistant, you are flabbergasted to find her sitting on your desk with her legs crossed.
You walk over to her calmly. “Mercy” You began gently. "Why... are you sitting... ON MY DESK!"
She just smiles. “Mr. Luthor…I think that it’s time to reevaluate the nature of our relationship.”
“If by that you mean working under my employ than we are on the same wavelength.” You say. You’re fully aware that your assistant finds you attractive. You’ve even used her crush on you to your advantage in the past but this type of behavior from her will not be tolerated. You need to put her in her place. “Get this through your head. You are my secretary and nothing more. I can easily replace you if I need to. And another thing…”
As you continue to rant she starts counting, “3, 2, 1, and now", she says as she slowly takes her pumps off. You suddenly stop yelling feeling a little bit dizzy. You drop to your knees in front of your assistant unintentionally making eye contact with her nylon clad feet. You never noticed before, but Mercy's feet do look very nice. Wait, what's going on? You think to yourself.
"Mercy, what was in that drink?"
She scratches her lip coyly. "Hmm...let's see, ice, Vodka, lime, Red Kryptonite powder."
"WHAT?!!"
She smiles evilly, "You know that Red Kryptonite has strange effects, most of the time they are temporary but I think in your case they're gonna be a little more life long. As you're probably already noticing this particular mixture makes you attracted to things that you probably wouldn't normally pay attention to. Me being the nice personal assistant that I am arranged for you to have something fun to bond with." She puts her stockinged feet in you face, "Sniff, I want to hear it."
You start to inhale causing Mercy to giggle.
"One sec." She says as she extends her robotic arm and closes and locks the door before retracting it back to normal. She looks back towards you. "Hmm, this isn't fun enough yet." She removes her feet from your face and quickly takes off her nylons. "Do you like my pedicure?"
In your mind, you’re struggling to fight off the powder’s effects. You open your mouth to say something but before you can react, she shoves her foot into your mouth, which, oddly has a calming effect you.
"By the way, I made my nail polish myself, it's Red Kryptonite too." She smiles, "By now, you should be dreaming of my feet."
A double dose, well that is just great. The kryptonite was really overpowering you now and you were definitely starting to fantasize about your assistant’s feet in various ways. You begin to imagine yourself kissing them, licking them, massaging them for her and having her rub them in you face. As your fantasies get the best of you, you begin to suck on her foot really hard.
Mercy smiles "So, how about giving me a raise? If you do, you can do whatever you want to my feet, whenever you want." She removes her foot allowing you to talk. "What do you say?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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