The ground floor lobby was guarded by two guys in blue army combat uniforms with radios, behind a one-way mirror was the rest of the security team. The receptionist was mostly normal except for the turtle neck and ankle lengths skirt hiding whatever she was wearing underneath. The receptionist called in her arrival over her head set and waited a second then told her to take the elevator in the back and hit a button opening a hidden door along a wall. Inside there were two more guys in blue uniforms but this time they had pistol belts, pistols and those newer style armor plate carriers. It was clear that everyone seemed to have the same zen like focus on their faces. The elevator door at the very back opened and there was only three buttons; Up, Down and a red one marked ‘control’. Tapping the Up, the doors closed and she felt her rushing up the hundreds of floors to the top of the building. The door opened and four more security people greeted her by pointing their rifles at her. She had walked throw a mirror at some point, because these security people, two men and two ladies were wearing shiny black catsuits with that “Galactic Body Armor” over it. The clicking of heels caused them to lower their guns.
“Hello Mrs. Lane-Kent,” the strawberry blond said as she came over, “You are right on schedule, I hope you don’t mind our security here. With offices in Metropolis and Gotham, we have become extremely security minded.”
Lois looked the woman up and down, short hair in a short pony tail, RFID ID card on a lanyard, white button down blouse, black pencil knee skirt, stockings, and heeled ankle boots. Almost all normal except for the fact that it was all in the same shiny material as the catsuits. And if the notes on the interview were correct, it was latex rubber.
“Welcome to the Metropolis headquarters for the Gumbi Group,” the woman said handing over a visitor ID card, “My name is Colleen, you will need this.”
The woman turned on her heels and led Lois down the hallway, until about eight months ago this building had been the League of Assassin’s Metropolis base and while renovations had been done, Lois spotted the different types of damage and tried to guess which member of the Justice League had caused it.
Colleen Belmont had been a small time hustler in Gotham and now she was the number two woman in one of the largest financial empires in the world, Bruce’s notes on the group had been very complete. But going from a fire trap in Gotham to being worth more than Wayne, Luthor and Gates combined in three years gets a lot of attention. Lois and Colleen passed a maid in a latex uniform leaving what had formerly been the main temple room for the League of Assassins. Her makeup on her face had been messed up and she had that same zen focus look on her face as if she were in a trance. On either side of the door was a woman in the fetish storm trooper outfit. Colleen walked up to the door, waited for the RFID chip to chirp and opened it ushering in Lois. The Temple area had been redecorated, a massive canope bed was in the middle of the room, and a large desk with about a dozen monitors were arranged around the woman seated behind it. She had long blood red hair, green eyes, alabaster skin and was wearing a blue with white detail catsuit with a hint of military detailing. As Lois and Colleen entered she held up a finger… started tapping one of the screens stopped then tapped the screen again franticly. She smiled and hit a button on her desk.
“Take over using the models I gave you,” her voice carried an aura of authority and sensuality that would rival Wonder Woman’s.
“Mrs. Lane-Kent as you requested,” Colleen went behind the desk and leaned in for a kiss.
Lois noted the French kiss between lovers then sat when her host gestured.
“Our own system,” the red head smiled, “It allows me to monitor stocks side by side and then purchase and sell them like I am using a mobile game. Lois Lane-Kent, ace reporter of the Daily Planet, wife of Clark Kent another reporter at the daily planet.”
“The infamous Rubber Queen,” Lois smiled, “Perhaps one of the hardest women in the world to get a hold of.”
Colleen had gone to the bed and put on a VR headset and then rolled back and over on the sheets whimpering in pleasure.
“As an act of loyalty she brainwashes herself daily to be my obedient lover and loyal regent…” The Rubber Queen intoned with a straight face and then smiled, “She is watching a sex tape we filmed together the other night. I am sure you have heard rumors about me brainwashing people to be loyal minions…”
“Only a few thousand or so,” Lois agreed.
“The truth is so much more titillating…” The Rubber Queen smirked while messaging her bosom, “I am sure after seeing some of my staff here you think there might be something to the rumors. Perhaps I even intend to brainwash you…”
Lois wasn’t sure how to take the comments, the staff’s behavior had set off alarms in her head.
“No,” The Rubber Queen giggled, “No brainwashing… Instead I have a more sadistic idea… I am going to tell you a true story so fantastic, that if you try to publish it you will be regarded as a crack pot conspiracy nut on the level of Alex Jones, the Question or the Bat. Do you remember the King Tut Stargate disaster three years ago? Professor McElroy stole a bunch of Inter-gang boom tube controls and tried to jerry rig them into a stargate to travel to the Egyptian god’s dimension?”
Lois remembered the incident, she had blackmailed Dick and Barbara into giving her exclusives as Nightwing and Batgirl. The device ended up destroying the top half of the half built Lex-corps Gotham building.
“Well I don’t know if the old Tut made it to the realm of the gods…” the Rubber Queen shrugged, “But I do know the machine worked, sort of… You see, it reached into an alternate realm and grabbed a new born alien princess, an embryonic empress really. It was ripped from its’ nursery where it was learning from its’ elders and family and tossed it into our world and half way across Gotham. The poor thing was flung into my apartment.”
An image of Starro flying across Gotham came to Lois’ mind.
“Let me guess it wrapped its self around your head?”
The Rubber Queen giggled.