Alexa Luthor pouted as she sat at the head of the table in the board room, idly curling a lock of her hair around her finger while toying with a pencil in her other hand.
Every time she shifted position, her huge tits -- the best that money could buy -- jiggled in her tight pink lacy dress, distracting the board members.
All they were saying were "blah-blah-blah." Boring business stuff.
Alexa sighed and rolled her eyes. This was soooooo lame! Why was she stuck here in this lame room listening to all this lame talk when she could be doing much more interesting things.
Like shopping. Or getting a pedicure. Or having a nice lunch on some expensive patio where everyone could see what a hot babe she was. Or getting saved by studmuffin Superman (he was pretty boring, but still hawt). Or doing something to piss off Lois Lame and show everyone what a dumb cow that bitch of a reporter was.
Lois Lame! Alexa was, like, so clever!
She distracted the board members by giggling loudly, her breasts jiggling like mad.
Or maybe checking out Fred Myers. Gosh, he was soooooo hawt. Like, totally!
Alexa Luthor sighed as she thought about what a stud Mr. Myers was. He made her soooo wet.
* * *
"Um, what now, sir?" Bruce asked nervously, gazing down in dejection.
"Now you are going to go into the bathroom and put this on." Alfred tossed Bruce a bag. "And then you are going to come back out and I will finish your rehabiliation."
"But--"
"Do IT!"
Bruce whimpered and hurried into the bathroom with the bag. He just didn't have the strength to resist anymore.
* * *
"Oooo, I think the bitch is orgasming," "Carol" said as Felicia began to buck under her. "Fuck her harder, Karen!"
"Karen" fucked Felicia harder with the strap-on, causing the Black Cat to cum.
"Now, Mr. Myers, pleeeeassse fuck us!" "Carol" pleaded.