Candy took Superman by the hand. "Come on baby, I've got someone you need to meet."
Superman stood up and stretched. "Okay Candy. Hand me my cape, can't be waking around naked." Candy giggled and handed him his cape, now stained and covered in juices and cum. He wrapped it around his waste while she pulled on a purple G string and slid on a set of 6 inch golden heels.
"There baby, now we are presentable." Candy and Superman both laughed, and Candy looped her arm into Superman's and led him through a door.
Candy led Superman to a very nice office with a 30 something man with dark hair and complexion.
"Mr. Hanson, this is my boyfriend Superman. I wanted to introduce you while he was here. He stopped by and met the girls." Candy stated. "Baby, this is Mr. Hanson, my boss."
Superman shook Mr. Hanson's hand. "Glad to me ya. Love the club, and the girls too. Hell, I hope I didn't love them too much!" Everyone laughed at Superman's crude joke.
"Oh I'm sure they will be fine and enjoyed every minute of it. I'm so glad to finally meet you. Candy talks about you all the time. How good you are in bed, how you can fuck all night long and then some, how much you drink and smoke. how you are such a party animal. My kind of guy." Hanson replied.
Superman blinked a couple times listening to what Hanson said. "Uh, hold on, that's not right. I just met Candy..."
Candy turned Superman's head and quickly gave him a long, deep kiss while she pressed her ring against the base of Superman's skull. Quickly a small needle stuck into his head and gave Superman a quick shot of Blue K. Immediately Superman swooned and forgot what he was about to say. Candy broke the kiss, and looked right in his eyes. Superman couldn't look away and heard her say: "Superman, we have been a couple for a long time. You are a wild, white trash party animal who loves to fuck, drink, do drugs, and enjoy himself. Right?"
Superman replied dully, "Yeah, we have been a couple for a long time. I'm a white trash party animal who loves to fuck, drink, do drugs and enjoy himself."
Candy smiled "That's right, you always listen to Candy don't you baby?"
Superman grinned and pulled her closer, "Yeah doll, you are my girl and my number one fuck." They kissed long and Candy groped Superman's crotch.
"Ahem, sorry to interrupt your moment," Hanson said, "But while I am glad to meet you, I was understanding that Candy and you had a business deal for me."
"Huh?" Said Superman.
"Oh yeah baby, you know. After sneaking around for this last year hiding our relationship, you decided it was time to give up being a superhero. You have saved the world enough times, you said its time to enjoy yourself and your girl. Remember?" Candy said while rubbing up against him.
"Oh yeah. I um, kinda forgot when we met your friends out there." Superman lied. "Damn, how could I have forgotten that?" He thought to himself.
Candy giggled. "Oh I understand baby. Just let me do the talking like we agreed. Mr. Hanson, my Superstud here wants to quit being a hero but he will need a job to support us and our wild lifestyle. I mean, Superstud's drinking habit alone will run us into the thousands a year. Never mind the clothes and jewelry and shoes he buys me."
Candy went on. "Now, we just can't have him rob banks or stuff like that. He was a hero and it wouldn't do to become a bad guy like that. That's when it occurred to me that maybe we can work something out. He would be a great bouncer, but he could also run jobs for you. I know your business has all kinds of things that need doing quietly, and who better?"
"Hmm, an interesting proposition." Mr. Hanson replied, acting as if this was a new idea. "Superman, I think maybe we can work something out. You will have to run a couple of jobs for me as a trial. You do them without any hassle or issues, and you're hired. You will get 1% of the deals you work on, and Candy gets 10% as your agent. Only makes sense to have Candy control most of money, she's really the brains here right?"
Superman nodded. "Yeah, I got no problems with that, boss." He shook Mr. Hanson's hand. "Um, are there any other benefits?"
Mr. Hanson smiled. "Of course. When not on a job you can drink for free. I know that you like Pabst Beer and Jack Daniels, nice cheap beer and liquor, so you have a open and unlimited bar tab. Also, free access to any and all the girls in any of my businesses. Fuck away as much as you like, or as much as Candy will let you. Just be careful to do it in a private suite. Also, I'll hook you up with some clothes."
Candy chimed in. "Hey Mr. Hanson, can Superman and I get a suite in your hotel to live in. Our place is pretty small."
Mr. Hanson grinned at how well Candy played this role. "Of course, here." he tossed her a set of keys. "You can move in anytime. But first, I need Superman to do his job."
Mr. Hanson went behind his desk and picked up a brief case. Superman looked at it and realized it was lead lined.
"Superman, this case has some very personal papers in it. They are for a close friend, and need to be delivered into the hands of his lawyer. The lawyer will be identified by having a ring on with this mark." Superman looked at a pinkie ring with a triple X over a numeral 69. "You see that and you have the right person. They will take the case from you and provide you with another case and more instructions. Feel free to take them up on any offers for refreshment or entertainment, but be back here by midnight tonight. Got it?"
Superman grinned. "This gig is the easiest every. Damn, I'm glad my bitch has the brains to think of getting me this job. So much better than being a superhero." he thought to himself.
"Oh and here is a new set of clothes for you Superman. Can't have you flying around naked." Superman laughed as he pulled on a modified costume. "Bitchen! I like this costume much better than my old threads. What do you think baby?"
Candy looked at Superman. He was dressed in black biker boots, tight black leather pants with an easy access fly, a skin tight black t-shirt with a silver S on it, and a black leather vest with a Red S on the back. In short, he looked like biker trash. Candy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "Baby, its you to a T. But you need to grow some whiskers, a nice 5o clock shadow and it's perfect. The pinkie ring sets it off nicely, don't ever take it off."
"No problems babe." Superman replied.