Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Songbirds belong in cages
Barbara Gordon (Oracle)
"Stay safe, call for assistance if things look even slightly wrong." Barbara ordered over the radio.
"Don't worry, I know. We can't risk having two members captured, I won't take any risks." Dinah agreed, making her sigh.
With Wonder Woman's failed attack on one of Midas's bases, his defences had risen higher than ever, and what progress she had made in tracking Huntress down had been lost, but the sheer scope of Midas's operation frankly scared her.
He didn't just have a main base and a decoy base, he had bases everywhere, and they all seemed fully functioning, plus they'd found evidence of a series of underground tunnels allowing him to move and deploy his forces without anyone noticing.
All of this was leading them to desperate measures like Dinah's newest plan. She had her doubts about it, but Huntress had been in Midas's hands for too long as it was.
As her phone rang, she paused.
That was the phone she used for Oracle, that very few people had the number of.
So why was she getting a call from an unknown number?
Running the number through her system, she blinked as she realised it wasn't unknown, quite the opposite. She'd gotten this number through a contact in the PRT, so that she had a way to contact Prophet if needed.
She didn't know what to think of the new independent Thinker. He had an agenda and one that he was hiding from other people, and she'd heard the rumours of him being the twin brother of Midas himself.
Naming his bar after Dionysus, the god who gave Midas his 'gift' was an odd choice, and obviously very deliberate. Was Prophet saying that he made Midas? Was it a taunt, meant to provoke? Were they really rivals or could they be working together behind the scenes?
Questions she didn't have the answer to, which was why she hadn't attempted to approach Prophet, unwilling to take the chance that she'd be falling into a trap set by Midas.
Now, the spider had come out of its web to lure her into it.
"Prophet, I won't bother asking you how you got this number." Barbara answered immediately, a rich laugh coming over the line.
"Nor will I ask you how you knew it was me, us Thinkers have our tricks. If it makes you feel better, I just asked Vicky." Prophet admitted making her pause, smiling despite herself.
Sometimes the most obvious answer was the correct one, he didn't need to do anything complicated to get her number when he could just ask his… what even were they?
Her problem was simple, her Thinker power wasn't a match for the more powerful Thinkers even if she had put a lot of effort into bluffing about how powerful she was.
Her power was simple, she could learn skills at an incredibly accelerated rate. Her vast information network came from her skills at hacking, reading body language, analysing data, following patterns.
But she couldn't compete with people who could see the future, or some of the more bullshit Thinker powers like Tattletale's, whom she had taken great lengths to avoid. What Tattletale could learn from a glance, she took hours of studying and research to discover.
"Of course you did, is there something I can do for you?" Barbara asked, making him chuckle again.
"Perhaps, we have a mutual enemy and I wanted to offer my assistance in freeing Huntress from Midas's clutches," Prophet offered as she hesitated.
If this was a trap, she needed to tread lightly. She didn't know enough about Prophet, or Midas for that matter, as they both understood the power of information and had gone to great lengths to stop her usual methods from working.
But the problem was that they needed the help, the Birds of Prey were at an important moment that could make or break them, and they had a glaring problem.
Every member of the Birds was used to working alone, and while they would listen to her to a certain extent, it didn't change the fact that they preferred to do things their own way.
Such as Black Canary deciding to try and gather information herself, through a method she saw as too risky, and ignoring her advice.
So, if they could get Prophet's help to free Huntress from Midas as a team, it could help build the bonds that they just didn't have at the moment and make them function as a proper team.
That said…
"And what is this going to cost us?" Barbara asked, making him chuckle. "And how did you manage to get intel on Midas?"
"I have a couple of sources in Midas's forces, and the League. Midas knows about them of course, but he thinks they're spying for Coil, the Empire and the ABB, mostly because they also think they're spying for the other gangs. As for the cost, I was hoping to form something of an alliance with your newly founded organisation," Prophet admitted as she narrowed her eyes, fingers flying as she brought up her file on Prophet and started adding to it.
"Like the League, you want to unite the independent heroes in the same way Midas united the villains," Barbara realised, pushing her glasses up.
"Not quite. Midas can claim the League has no leader but I have no doubt he made it to get his strings in the villains who joined, but yes. Midas has changed the game, and none of the current heroic groups have the power to counter the League," Prophet pointed out, making her scowl.
He wasn't wrong, the Birds were mostly infiltrators and street-level crime fighters, lacking the power to beat powered villains.
At least without upgrades, Prophet's unspoken offer hung in the air.
"Tell me, is Midas your brother?" Barbara asked, not replying as she looked over her many files on the heroes and villains of Brockton.
"Yes, he's my attention seeking, power hungry asshole of a brother. We've been rivals for a long time, long before either of us got powers," Prophet admitted immediately as she changed a line in his file, confirming the rumour.
"Do you know where Huntress is?" Barbara asked, waiting silently.
"I do, Midas didn't want to keep her in his primary base because he didn't want to draw heroic attention, so she's imprisoned in one of his decoy bases. I don't need to tell you that it's an obvious trap, but I have a plan to deal with that," Prophet said calmly, making her eyes narrow in suspicion.
"And what would that be?" Barbara asked after a moment.
"We simply need to draw Midas's attention away from Huntress long enough for your group to infiltrate the decoy base through one of the back entrances. Thankfully Wonder Woman doesn't take defeat well, and if we need a distraction, you can't really get a better one than her. Plus, Glory Girl owes me a favour and she has a score to settle with Midas anyway," Prophet said with a chuckle.
As her computer pinged, she looked over at the files Prophet had sent her, opening them up in a sandbox environment, isolated from the rest of her system.
The base location, an incomplete map of the base (with several trap locations), force numbers and a great deal more information, including a room marked as Huntress's cell.
If it was correct, it'd be a godsend for freeing her, if it could be trusted.
Damn it all, she couldn't shake the feeling she was willingly walking into a spider's web, entrapping herself but… the Birds were getting less patient and at this rate they'd fall apart.
"I need to confirm this information myself, you understand I'm sure," Barbara said as she messaged Ravager and Cassandra.
"Of course, you have my number when you're ready to start. I need to arrange for Wonder Woman to assist anyway. It's been a pleasure Oracle."
As the line went dead, she got straight to work. She had information to fact-check, recon to perform, and a rescue to plan.
In her heart, she truly hoped she could trust Prophet, but she also had to make plans for if this turned out to be a trap.
Which meant she had a favour to call in, they needed a heavy hitter she could rely on if things went south, and while she had utterly failed to convince her to join the Birds, she still had someone who owed her a rather large favour.
The phone rang twice before being answered, an emotionless voice on the other end.
"What?"
"I'm calling in my favour, a teammate has been captured and I need a backup plan if the rescue goes wrong, and you're it." Barbara said calmly, the line going silent for a moment.
As a flare of purple energy filled her room, she ended the call calmly and turned to face the inexpressive stare of the gray skinned woman standing before her, dressed in tight jeans and a black tattered t-shirt with a pentagram on the front, the red jewel on her forehead gleaming slightly.
"Talk." Raven said bluntly, her voice holding no emotion as she stared down at her.
Jin
Sitting in my office, I smile to myself. I'm playing a dangerous game, but I have been since I arrived in Brockton, and the risks of manipulating Oracle, or Batgirl, don't frighten me.
"These Birds are weak, you could capture them all easily," A heavily accented voice says, making me smile as I turn to the side, staring into the pale stare of my newest recruit. "Why play these games, say the word and I will drag them before you in chains."
"Oh, I'm sure I could, my dear and I have no doubt you'd be able to best them, but I have plans for this little group. They're more useful to me this way." I say simply, Tala bowing immediately, not even questioning my words.
I've had my minions doing odd-jobs around America, with a few minor jobs outside of the States. It helps fund my schemes and keep my organisation running (not that I truly need the money but really, can you ever have too much money? I think not.)
And I have an entire division dedicated to researching rumours and leads, which led to me finding the form hideout of a rather mad villain, long dead of course.
Felix Faust, the 'magical' Tinker, at least before his death at the hands of Hippolyta, had a base of operations not that far from Boston, which my minions tracked down following a lead.
It was mostly a bust, someone had already taken everything worth taking… except for a large mirror which happened to have Felix's former sidekick trapped inside it.
It might look like 'magic' but it's just Tinkertech, even if separating the two can be confusing at times, and while Tala tried to help, she didn't know how to release herself from the mirror she was trapped inside.
But, the Game provides.
I finished my Mad Scientist starter quest, quite easily with my rapidly growing research division, completing that many research projects was easy since it didn't specify how complicated they had to be and I just picked the smallest and fastest ones.
Tinker
[Who needs Q?] - Mad Scientist
This power is the spy, or spymasters, best friend, allowing you to create your own spy gadgets. If it can be used for espionage, sabotage, assassination, or infiltration, you can make it.
[Wake the fuck up, Samurai. We have a city to build.]- Mad Scientist
In 2077, what makes someone a criminal? Walking too close to the police apparently, but at least your power shouldn't be as glitchy as that. Cyberpunk in the name of the game, so grab some neon lights, you're going to need them.
Thinker
[Not so complicated now, are you?] - Mad Scientist
As a mad scientist, over complicated devices are your speciality, and this power ensures you live up to that name. By studying any tinker device, you can learn how to use, maintain, or sabotage it. Did you get this because I don't like Armsmaster? Perhaps.
Mad Scientist Perk
[Crazy? I prefer 'differently rational']
People have learnt that they aren't going to understand you, but if there's one thing people are sure of, it's that you get results. As such, they've learnt to ignore the many quirks you may have, from random bouts of maniacal laughter to stealing the coffee machine and using it to make your new doomsday device.
They are all useful in their own right, but the Thinker power is what truly helped me here. I spent a night studying the mirror and worked out it's secrets, 'mystical' or not, it's still Tinkertech and it can't elude me.
I still have the mirror, sitting in my vault, but its former prisoner has been freed, and she's worth so much more than any mere mirror.
"Tala, remove your dress," I order casually changing the subject as I turn to her, her dress already falling before I've finished turning to face her.
"Of course, my master." Tala responds immediately, standing before me utterly naked.
I'm good at reading people, and to call Tala a natural sub would be the understatement of the century, the moment she was released she swore herself into my service, and she meant it.
I remember her from the cartoon, and while she did betray Lex and Grodd, they both had it coming to be honest. Lex is my favourite villain, but his arrogance caused him a great deal of issues, and he turned Tala against him.
While she doesn't have her counterpart's level of power, she does have powerful illusions, powerful enough to impersonate me while I played the part of Prophet, and my new 'alchemist' was capable of making a liquid that could turn metal to gold, which she used to fake my power.
She's worth her weight in gold - ugh, stupid pun. Well, I suppose it's fitting for a supervillain.
"Is that all, master?" Tala asked, watching as I looked over her naked body, hands behind her back and her chest pushed out.
"Come here, and kneel in front of me," I order, watching as she immediately drops to her hand and knees and crawls towards me, uncaring of the embarrassment as she approaches me, kneeling in front of me as she looks up at me in adoration. "All this work is stressful, take care of it for me," I order as I gesture under my desk, watching her crawl into place with a happy smile on her face.
Going back to my paperwork, I smile to myself as I feel her hands gently undo my belt and extract my shaft, the feeling of her lips engulfing my cock immediately following.
As I said, a natural sub. She sees herself as a slave, trained into her by Felix Faust perhaps, and she's very comfortable in her self-appointed position. I decided to not have her join the League, she's my secret weapon I'm keeping in my back pocket for later.
But for now, I can keep her busy and happy. It's a good job I don't need sleep. Between her, Rabbit and the newly awakened Amy (and others), I'm a busy man.
Helena Bertinelli (Huntress)
She hadn't broken, she was a hero after all, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't close.
Overtly, he wasn't really doing anything to her, but the uncomfortable cage made sure she didn't get much sleep, and her sense of time had suffered, as a result she didn't know how long she'd been imprisoned and had almost given up any hope of getting out of here.
If Midas seemed interested in her, she might have something to fight against, but how do you resist casual disinterest? Midas didn't care about her, she was a trophy on display, she'd barely even seen him in her time in captivity.
"You wanted to speak with me?" the cultured upper-class voice of her captor said as she stood before him, still naked except for her mask as she hesitated.
She didn't really expect the people who fed her and took her to the bathroom to actually take her to Midas when she asked, but she'd been a fool and now she was well aware of her position.
This has to be Midas's living quarters, the masked man was sitting on a black couch with a wine glass in hand as he stared at her with some minor interest in his gaze.
"I did, King Midas." Helena said as she looked at him, making up her mind. "I want better accommodations, and I'm willing to earn them."
"Oh? Since when do prisoners get to decide what 'accommodations' they have?" Midas asked, amusement filling his tone as she went to speak. "And what do you have to offer that I couldn't take from you? You're at my mercy, after all."
"My body, however you want it. I know you could take it by force, I wouldn't even put up a fight, it'd be too risky for me to fight you this deep in your base, you could do anything to me… but I think you'd enjoy it more if I was willing, making a heroine like me your whore." Helena retorted with a slight smile.
She had no issues with using her body as a tool, normally this just meant her hero outfit was rather revealing and worked well to distract her dumber opponents. She needed to get out of that cell, to be given more freedom to start planning her escape.
"I'm not wrong, am I? You enjoy the idea, it's why you had me stripped and put on display, you enjoyed making me your trophy, this is the logical progression, isn't it?" Helena asked, making him chuckle.
"I can't say the idea isn't appealing, heroines are always so very alluring, but I think you want out of the cell in the hopes of increasing your chances of escaping," Midas said bluntly as she froze, eyes widening at his causal smirk. "But honestly, if you can escape you're welcome to, it'll just help me upgrade my defences. Of course, if I catch you trying to escape I'll have to discipline you… but very well, I'll play your little game." Midas said as he rose up, walking towards her. "Still, while sexual abuse isn't technically agaisnt the unwritten rules, and I have some theories on why, it's still frowned on, so I'd like some assurance you won't lie about our little deal if you do escape." Midas said as he gave her a smirk, one hand reaching up and cupping her breast, gently groping it as she kept her own smirk in place.
She didn't want to let him see her react, or let him get to her.
"And how should I provide that?" Helena asked with a sultry smile, if it got her one step closer to escaping this place there wasn't much she wouldn't do.
Jin
She's going to escape sooner or later, I'm arranging it after all, but I want to make sure that Helena is on the path to corruption long before I release her back into the world as my unknowing Trojan horse.
I thought she'd break sooner, but I suppose I underestimated her a little.
Dinah Lance (Black Canary)
They needed information on Midas's operations, and despite Oracle's concerns she decided to take matters into her own hands and do something more than sitting on her ass and waiting while Oracle played 'who's the better Thinker' with Midas.
She didn't like Thinkers, even if she respected what Oracle was trying to do, they played with the rest of the capes like they were pieces being moved around a chess board.
That wasn't completely fair. Oracle was working hard to find Huntress, but she wasn't willing to take chances against him, he'd gotten her spooked, but she found a lead of her own to follow up on.
Midas was hiring prostitutes for some new brothels and while that wasn't that important, she'd heard rumours that the hottest of the women had all been taken somewhere else, not against their will but Midas was doing something with them and she wanted to find out what. Even when they did surface, they all refused to spill the beans, and when she'd tried to bribe one of them they'd practically spat in her face, not out of loyalty but because she couldn't outspend someone calling himself King Midas.
And she had an idea of how to find out where they were going, which was why she was sitting in the waiting room of one of the remodelled brothels, dressed for the occasion.
The tiny denim jacket didn't do anything to cover her breasts, nor did the fishnet t-shirt she had on, leaving her breasts on display for the men and women moving around the fancy building, and combined with the tiny denim shorts (unbuttoned of course) it gave her the appearance of an utter slut, the makeup and torn thigh high stockings only helped as she sat there entirely confident as she waited her turn.
She knew she'd attracted a little attention when she was placed into the healing pod and it came out that she didn't have any STDs, but she'd convinced by them that it was just a matter of her making her clientele use condoms, claiming that she'd come from the Boardwalk after hearing about the new brothels.
Midas didn't seem to oversee this personally, leaving it to his assistant, Jaina and the League's treasurer Roulette, so she didn't have to worry about him catching her, and even if she did she had her own powers at the ready, she couldn't really be disarmed when her voice was her weapon.
"Hmm, I can see what Bob meant," a soft voice said, making her turn around and face the Asian woman she'd read the reports on, staring right at her.
Roulette, the Finance Thinker. She wasn't a threat, her power was based around making schemes to make money, no combat powers which would explain the two armed bodyguards behind her.
"Bob?" Dinah asked, making Roulette smile.
"He's in charge of interviews here, he marked you as a person of interest when you first showed up, and I see what he meant. From what you wrote down, you came from the Boardwalk in the hopes of getting a job, correct?" Roulette asked, looking over the paperwork she'd filled in to get this far.
"That's right, gossip travels far and the benefits here are apparently a good deal better than being independent," Dinah said, her voice sultry as she smiled at Roulette.
"Smart girl, every so often we see a girl who stands out enough to skip the initial interviews and move up to the final interview. Simply put, you're sexy enough that you could be a dead fish in bed and you'd still be in high demand, so even if you don't pass the final interview you'll have a place at one of the more… economica brothels, if you'd like to follow me you can skip the waiting," Roulette offered as she stood up, giving the rest of the room a smug look of superiority.
"I'm always in high demand, lead the way," Dinah said cockily, making Roulette laugh as she led her through the building up towards a closed door.
"Right in there, I'm sure you'll do great. I have high hopes for you," Roulette said as she turned and headed back towards the main building.
Walking into the room, she forced down her initial response as she realised that maybe Oracle was right as she stared at the golden mask staring right back.
"Come in, please," King Midas said politely, gesturing towards the seat in front of him.
Fuck.
Bonus Scene - Ochako Uraraka
She'd heard people say that when you give poor people an influx of money they would almost always waste it immediately.
As a poor person, she thought it was stupid since surely they'd understand the importance of money and save it, using it where it was needed the most.
It took her less than a week to blow through the money Jin had given her, the chance to actually go out with her friends and not have to make excuses for why she didn't want to go was too tempting, and a single shopping trip had seen the money vanish into thin air.
But she'd already agreed to go to a concert next week, along with three other events that she didn't have the money for, and having to go back to making up excuses would be humiliating since she had no doubt her friends knew the reason, even if they were too polite to bring it up. With UA rapidly approaching, and the possibility that she'd not see her friends again for a long time after she headed to the 'Cape School', she wanted to make some good memories with them before she transferred.
Sitting in the expensive restaurant, she felt her cheeks heating up as she looked up at her 'date', Jin giving her a warm smile as she fidgeted in place, the very expensive red dress feeling almost wrong on her body.
It's price had more zeros than she wanted to even think about, that Jin had paid without batting an eye, and she could eat for a month on the price of the appetizer she'd eaten.
"Is something wrong?" Jin asked, making her shake her head nervously.
She'd met Jin a few more times, mostly when she was visiting her parents or helping with their business, and he'd realised after one glance she'd spent all the money he gave her, and subtly offered her an opportunity to make more.
Compensated dating, where a woman would provide 'companionship' to a man in exchange for money or luxuries. It was prostitution with a nicer name, and she'd never have thought she'd be willing to take part in such a lewd thing.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just- just thinking." Ochako replied, taking a bite of her steak, the most expensive one on the menu (and the one he suggested she order when she admitted she really liked meat)
It was absolutely delicious, but with a price tag like that it had better be.
She'd expected to be taken to a love hotel where she'd give up her purity for money, but instead Jin had taken her shopping, buying her a beautiful new velvet dress (and the lacy undergarments she had on under it), taking her to a beauty salon, and now a fancy meal but she knew it was all leading up to the inevitable.
It did feel more like dating, which made her feel ever so slightly less slutty, but she couldn't forget that she'd agreed to become Jin's 'date' in exchange for money, knowing full well what was going to happen.
But the money he offered was too tempting, it was more than ten times what she'd been given before, and she'd be more careful this time, she'd make it last.
She felt beautiful, all dressed up, and Jin's eyes made his attraction to her clear, but she couldn't shake the feeling of sluttiness.
She knew the age gap had attracted some attention, Jin was probably in his early or mid twenties, where she was the definition of barely legal. But as she ate, she tried to ignore the stares she felt, real or imagined.
As they ate, Jin asked her questions about her life, seeming to be actually interested in her answers as they talked about future plans, her friends and her family, but as she finished the delicious chocolate dessert that had a much longer name than she cared to try and pronounce, she knew what was coming next as Jin casually paid, leaving a massive tip as he escorted her out of the restaurant and back into the sleek black car, sitting in the back next to her as their driver set off.
"If you're really having second thoughts, we can stop here, I can have him take you home," Jin whispered into her ear. His hand on her exposed thigh as she shook her head silently, biting her lip as he kissed her neck gently, rubbing her thigh.
Pulling back, he continued talking about inane things, taking her mind off the situation as they finally arrived at what was probably the most expensive hotel in the Boardwalk, opening the door and helping her out of the car.
She remained silent as they booked in, not wanting to look at the receptionist as they headed into the elevator. This was it, she was about to give up her virginity for money. Some hero she'd be.
The room was magnificent of course, but her mind was elsewhere as they moved to the bedroom, Jin pouring them two glasses of champagne, which she sipped from, unused to the taste as they sat on the end of the bed.
Taking a deep breath, she took a deep drink and put the glass down, looking directly at Jin as she stood up, pushing the dress's straps off her shoulders, her face burning as she felt it fall to the floor, the red lace underwear on display, cupping her large breasts and covering her virgin pussy.
"You truly are beautiful." Jin said as he rose, approaching her, one hand resting on her neck as he gripped her chin and made her look up at him, kissing her gently.
She didn't resist, she didn't have the right to, so she just closed her eyes and opened her mouth, trying to clumsily return his kiss. He'd paid good money for it after all.
As he broke it, she opened her eyes and shuddered slightly as he unclipped her bra, slowly removing it.
"If you want to stop, say chocolate. I won't be mad, if this gets too much just say the word and I'll stop immediately." Jin whispered to her, pulling her towards the bed, sitting down on the edge and pulling her into her lap, her back against his chest as his hand cupped her breast, gently caressing it as she bit down a moan.
A safe word? She could just say it and this would be over? That took some of the edge off, even as his fingers tweaked her nipple, his lips kissing her neck as she leaned back against him, well aware of the hand making it's way down her stomach.
Her legs parted slightly as his other hand slipped under her lacy panties, making her gasp as he gently rubbed her shamefully wet slit.
He knew what he was doing, and before long she could do nothing but lean back against him as she shivered in pleasure, moans and gasps filling the room as he teased her.
She didn't really masturbate that often, and it certainly didn't feel this good, so when he pulled his hand back it wasn't relief that filled her, but disappointment, her thighs rubbing together as she tried to push herself over the edge he'd dragged her to.
Lifting her off his lap, he spun her around, making her face him as she blushed, the size difference incredibly apparent as she looked up into his grinning face.
"Be a good girl and take my shirt off," Jin ordered. His hands resting on her ass as she nodded quietly, her hands coming up and undoing the buttons, exposing his muscled chest.
Jin was attractive, she'd be blind to not notice that, and it had never been more apparent than right now, sitting in his lap in some five star hotel (or whatever passed for it in Brockton), as she slowly removed his shirt, her hands brushing against his well-defined chest.
She would have almost preferred it if he was some balding old man with a beer belly, because she didn't want to enjoy this, she didn't want to enjoy selling herself, Jin talked her into this, she needed the money, but no…
She wanted the money, she didn't need it, and as they kissed again, she knew she was enjoying this, even as she felt his erection pressing against her panty-clad crotch.
Jin didn't need to talk her into this, he just waved some money in her direction and she followed her mother's example.
Breaking the kiss, he smiled at her and despite her inner turmoil she returned it, it wasn't just how good this felt, but how sexy she felt. Jin could have any woman he wanted and he wanted her.
As he spun them around, she found herself on her back on the comfy bed sheets, looking up at Jin in hesitation as he hooked his fingers into her panties and slowly peeled them off her body, the wet patch making her look away in embarrassment.
"B-be gentle," Ochako begged, making him chuckle.
"Oh, it's not time for that, not yet," Jin said as he tossed her panties away, kissing her again before he started to make his way down her body, kissing as he went.
Her eyes went wide as she realised exactly where this was going, even as he took a slight detour to play with her large breasts, kissing and nibbling as she moaned, but before long he made his way down to his intended destination, her legs spread wide as he latched his mouth onto her dripping slit.
"O-oh!"
Moaning, she instinctively wrapped one of her legs around his head, holding him in place as he started to eat her out, his tongue pushing into her quim. This wasn't how she saw this going, she was the one being bought right?
"F-fuck, don't stop."
Maybe the reason her mother sold herself to Jin was so she had an excuse to sleep with him, surely it wasn't just money that made such a hard working and loving woman turn to prostitution?
It wasn't like she was in a position to judge, but at least she was single.
It didn't take long for him to push her over the edge, her hand gripping his hair and messing up his neat haircut as she shuddered, moans flooding the room as she came, her juices staining his mouth and chin as he stared up at her in a mixture of hunger and amusement.
Unable to move, she watched as he stood up and undid his belt and slowly removed his trousers, the long thick shaft standing proudly as he moved back towards the bed.
She could do this, she was a good girl, and as he climbed back onto the bed she just took a deep breath and looked away as she felt his throbbing shaft rest against her slit, grinding against her for a moment before he pulled back, the tip pressing against her lower lips as he started to push.
A part of her wanted to use the safe word he'd given her, to back out like a coward as she felt his length press against her hymen, giving her a moment to adjust before he ripped away her purity, but she couldn't back down after going so far so she just braced herself, looking away and staring at the wall.
After a moment, she felt him pull back and turned towards him in confusion, seeing a sympathetic smile on his face.
"What's the point of a safe word if you're too stubborn to use it?" Jin asked playfully, sitting on the bed as he lifted her up and into his lap again, hugging her. "I said I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stop, if you were uncomfortable."
"I- I'm not-" Ochako started, trailing off at how weak her voice sounded. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, a girl's first time should be special, I don't want you looking back at this as a mistake," Jin said calmly, hugging her even as she felt his erection pressing against her undercarriage.
As she went to apologise again, he stopped her with a single finger on her lips.
"Be a good girl and listen to me. You have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, you've done nothing wrong. I like you, Ochako, I don't want to hurt you." Jin said as she blushed, laying against his chest with her head on his shoulders. "I won't push you into anything you aren't ready for."
"B-but you're still hard," Ochako said quietly, making him chuckle.
"There's more than one way to see to that, and if you want to call it a night I won't mind," Jin said as she shook her head, staring up at him with a shy smile as she slipped out of his lap, kneeling between his legs as she took a deep breath and nodded to herself, grasping his length.
He'd been so nice to her, she wasn't going to leave him with an uncomfortable erection because she was too- no, she hadn't done anything wrong, she just wasn't ready for that level of intimacy yet, but she would be one day.
As she pressed her breasts together, she wrapped them around his length and started to clumsily move her chest, massaging him with her soft boobs.
She had no idea if she was doing it right, but as the tip poked out of her cleavage and she leaned down to kiss it, she heard a quiet moan and smiled proudly.
She was making him feel good, and that made her feel good. Jin was so nice and caring, why wouldn't she want to make him feel good?
With her lack of talent, it took her a while to make him climax, but as she felt his shaft twitch between her bosom, she braced herself and winced as his seed started to spurt out and splatter against her face and drip down onto her breasts.
"D-did I do a good job?" Ochako asked, bright red as she stood up and looked down at the semen on her breasts.
"You did wonderfully, let's get you cleaned up and call it a night," Jin said as he led her into the bathroom, joining her in the shower.
She didn't resist, even as she was pinned against the glass door and groped to climax, her hand stroking his shaft as they 'cleaned' each other.
And as they got into the bed, a long goodnight kiss between them before they cuddled, she realised that she didn't feel any of the shame she felt going into this, she just felt right cuddling against him as she went to sleep.
The next morning, after taking care of the erection she woke up to pressing against her ass and another steamy shower, she accepted a small credit card with her payment on it.
"I like you Ochako, a lot." Jin admitted as she hugged him, looking up at him with curiosity. "And I don't want this to be a one time thing, so I have an… offer for you. That card will be refilled monthly, and in exchange I want you," Jin said as she bit her lip.
"Like last night?"
"Exactly, the rules are simple. I want to be able to take you out as my date every so often, don't worry I won't monopolise your time, and I want you to promise to not date other men, or boys, I'm the possessive type," Jin chuckled as she thought for a moment, before leaning up and kissing him.
"I-I'd like that, Jin," Ochako said, entirely truthfully as he chuckled, stroking her hair.
She never thought she of all people would get a sugar daddy, but it just felt right.
"Good girl."
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