Superman woke up with a start. He was sitting on a balcony on a hi-rise hotel in the downtown area. I quick look around showed that the room connected to the balcony was un-occupied. Superman stretched, cracked his neck and looked at the rising sun.
"Mmmmmm, what a nice quiet night. I had a great time at Candice's place. I really need to do that more often, I feel so relaxed now." Superman thought to himself. His memory of what actually happened was very fuzzy, but when he tried to remember he just got a feeling of pleasure and enjoyment.
"Well, back to the grind." Superman flew off and headed to towards his apartment.
He worked through his day, and it was fairly quiet. Nothing worthy of Superman's attentions, but he again started to get a stress headache and feel tense. He also noticed that it seemed a bit harder to think and concentrate and he had trouble writing. The only time he seemed to feel better was when he thought about the night before. Hazy or not, it made him feel relaxed. By about 4pm, he decided to see if maybe Candice was up for another meeting. He didn't want to think of it as a date. And he also didn't notice it odd that he didn't even think about Lois Lane once the entire day.
Stepping outside quickly and making sure he was alone, he dialed Candice's number. It rang several times and then he was rewarded with her pretty voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Candice, its me Sup, erm, I mean Mr. Clarke Kent. I'm Superman's friend." Superman barely caught himself as he stumbled over his words.
"Oh of course, what can I do for you?" Candice answered.
"Well, Superman was wondering if you were free tonight. He had a nice time and since it's been quiet he wanted to take the opportunity to relax a bit and have a night out. He very much appreciates how you don't make a big deal out of him being Superman and it's quite the stress reliever for him."
"I'm flattered. But I am working at the club tonight." Clarke's face fell for a second and his head throbbed. "But I think maybe we can work something out. Can I call you back in 5 minutes?"
Clarke said of course, and waited. The idea of not seeing Candice seemed to make his head hurt worse and it was a long five minutes.
"Hi Clarke. I spoke with my boss, and he wanted to show his appreciation to Superman for saving me. I can have an hour off for private sit down meal at the club with Superman, his treat. He can enter by the roof. The bartender he met the first day will meet him and take him to our VIP suite. Will that work?"
"That would work fine, Superman will see you at 8pm on the dot." Clarke replied with an eager voice and hung up .
On the other end Candice smiled. "Wow, you could hear how excited he was. So this Kent guy is Superman then?"
Sid, the nerdy guy, replied. "Yeah, he left enough DNA samples around to make sure, that and the tracker we put on him. One and the same. Good thing we know too. The boss is setting up some stuff to happen out of state that will get the Daily Planet to send that Lane bitch looking for the story. She is way too close to Superman, she works with him everyday and he always is bailing her out. She is the big "what if" on this drug and brainwashing stuff we are pulling on Superman. We keep her out of the way for a couple of weeks and Superman is all ours."
"Nope, he is all MINE." Candice replied with lustful smile thinking about the night before and what had been the most amazing fuck of her life.
8PM on the Roof of the Club
Superman quickly and quietly swooped down and landed right next to the man waiting in the open door. The bartender shook his hand and led him down the stairs to an elevator. They both stepped inside.
"Private VIP elevator, goes to the roof for chopper flights and the basement for private cars and limos, and stops only on the VIP floor. No one will see you other than me and Candice. Nice private meal, on the house, please enjoy it as thanks for what you did." the bartender said as he opened the door and pointed to a door on the far end of the hall.
Superman quickly walked to the door, knocked and opened when he heard the lock click.
He stepped inside an elegant room with a step down booth that sat behind two way glass overlooking the main club floor where people danced and partied. Superman couldn't hear anything of the party and he smiled warmly at the beautiful woman waiting in the booth.
"I'm so glad we were able to have dinner. My boss is quite the gentleman. Please Superman, join me." Candice said as she smiled at him.
Superman licked his lips. Candice was stunning. A short, but tasteful black dress that stopped above her knees, stockings, perfectly done hair and nails, she looked like a model on a shoot. He sat down beside her and smiled. "I'm glad we could have dinner too. I had such a nice time last night. Very relaxing, very enjoyable."
"Oh thank you, I'm not such a great cook, but you a quite the flatterer. Here, to another relaxing night." Candice said as she handed Superman a glass of Champaign.
"To another night." Superman replied as he sipped. As soon as he tasted it though, he started gulping and drained the whole glass.
Superman was hit with a weird wave of heat, and everything blurred for a second. He pushed up and stood back up in the room where Candice joined him with a smile on her face.
"Problem Superman?" She asked as she licked her lips.
"Hmmmm, I feel odd. Room is, like out of wack, blurry." Superman replied and then put his head in his hands. The last thought he had was that he was really horny.
Superman and Candice both transformed at the same time. Candice, who had been using the liquid Trash for a lot longer changed quickly without much effort. Her tits grew, her shape got even more perfect, her tattoos showed up and her overall look became that of a total slut.
"Mmmmmm, Superbabes? You ready for your Candy? You need your Candy don't you babes?" Candice, now Candy the world famous porn star and stripper cooed in a voice that was liquid sex.
Superman raised his head from his hands and Candy smiled. The thug, or caveman, or what ever primal stud Superman had turned into the night before was back. Uni-brow, dull look in the eyes, stooped over, wider shoulders, much hairier and even more muscled, he had even torn out of his costume. Superman ripped off his top with a grunt and grabbed Candy.
"Superman want fuck now. Superman fuck Candy now. Candy suck Superman cock first and then Superman fuck brains out!" Superman growled out and Candy responded with kissing him and sliding down to his crotch and giving him intense head. And then they both went to town.
Downstairs, Mr. Hanson and Sid watched the second night of thug Superman sex unfold.
"This appears to be working quite well." Mr. Hanson stated as Superman polished off Candy and then started plowing Mai who had just wandered into the room.
"Yes sir, and we have 6 women lined up just in case. I am figuring he will go through at least 5 tonight. But the end of the week we will need at least 10 a night to make sure we have enough." Sid replied as he watched Superman have Mai ride him reverse cowgirl while he hovered in the air.
"Worth every penny spent. Be sure he fucks his brains out, drinks until he can't stand it, and see if we can get him to do some drugs tonight. Maybe some pills or X." Mr. Hanson said as he rose and moved to the door. "I have some other business to attend. Keep this up, I want Superman to be a dull witted thug of a porn star in two weeks and sighed on in my porn studio, or it will be your head."