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Cat entered the Daily Planet with the Smart Phone which contained the Master PC, which she updated to match the hardware platform which she was using. Allowing for things like taking photos and editing them with the program or using voice commands. She
had worn a short pink blouse and a black mini-shorts with a slit at the bottom, with black high heels. The blouse showed off her formerly fake massive frontal... assets.
She had memories the profile of Clark "Superman or Kal-El" Kent, which she was planning to use to rise her chances with the hunky straight arrow. Even if she was not. Which was why she was glad she had stumbled across the man in the suit, using body language
and vocal cues to disguise himself from his super-identity.
Deciding to test out her trigger phrase, "Hello Clark. Good to see you today.
Cat's Meow. Whisper fuck."
Knowing the Kansas farmboy had been raised to well to swear in the presence of a lady, and knowing he had not done so before, she was pleased when a moment or two later, he said in a low soft tone, "Fuck."
He then added in a normal but embrassed voice, "Sorry about that. Just seemed to come out."
He had done what she wanted, and he justified it. Which was perfect with her, as she continued with her fun and hopefully lead to a relationship with Clark. She smiled as she said the magic word again, "Cat's Meow. You can no longer say no to me, Clark. Plus
you can not resist looking at my sexy body, especially my breasts. You will also feel more and more of a sexual as well as a romantic interest in me as time goes on."
She waited a moment, where Clark was still looking at her head. It was common for her to have him look at her there, while other men took the view down to her chest. Being a Mid-Western raised man and the world's biggest Boy Scout, he was respect to women.
Even those as... forward as Cat liked to act. It was a relief in her trigger phrase's power when she could see his eyes lower in his head... down to her tits.
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