"Dee Dee?" Di
asked, looking from the door to her soon-to-be former apartment to her sexy
lover, mentor and stylist. There was a twinge of helplessness in the
former Wonder Woman's voice, as well as appearance. Her big, beautiful
blue eyes were round with fear and trepidation at who could possibly be
knocking at her door. Dee Dee sat back in her plush chair and secretly
loved what was happening. Di, in her time as Wonder Woman, had battled
monsters and defied deities, but at that moment she was trembling in her
stylish pumps at what might happen if her transformation into her New U
Salon-improved self was discovered.
"Ha! Not so
tough now, are you, Princess?" Sammi giggled spitefully, but was
immediately silenced by a dirty look shot her way by Dee Dee.
"Ugh, Sammi, stop
being a bitch for five seconds and go check who it is!" Dee Dee sighed in
frustration, pointing to the door dismissively with one hand while snapping her
fingers with the other. Di and Heather submissively stepped forward,
uncertainty evident on their heavily made-up faces. Dee Dee's own
glistening lips curled in a pleased grin at her control over these women.
They were just so obedient around her, and it made her pussy gush.
The pleasant tingle shooting down her body was interrupted when she
noticed Sammi's hand reach for the door handle, "What the fuck is wrong
with you, Sammi? Look through the peephole! Fuck, do I have to do
everything for you? Even think for you?"
"I'm sorry,
Mistress," Sammi said, her face blushing with embarrassment. She
then tossed her pretty red hair to the side and did as she was told, peering
through the peephole. She then turned back to the group and smiled,
"Nothing to worry about. It's just some loser. Middle-aged,
kind of frumpy, mustache, suspenders. Definitely not one of Di's old
super friends. I'd say nothing to worry about."
"Oh, that's just
Ralph, the landlord," Di sighed, relief washing over. The reprieve
was short-lived, however, as another alarming thought popped into her head and
a tidal wave of anxiety flooded her body once more, "Wait, Dee Dee!
He could ruin everything! Wayne Enterprises oversees this building
and others on the block. That means Bruce has files on everyone living
here. He'll know I'm moving out if Ralph puts it on the system."
"Why would a playboy
hunk like Bruce Wayne care if you moved out?" Sammi asked incredulously,
slinking her way back from the doorway. Her eyes then lit up and a
mischievous grin spread across her striking features, "Wait a minute.
'Bruce'? Don't tell me the ultimate womanizer got into the prissy
Amazon Princess' panties?" Sammi laughed at the thought, only to be
silenced by another dirty look from Dee Dee.
"Sammi, just who do
you think bank rolled the Justice League?" Dee Dee spat, rubbing her
forehead to sooth her annoyance at her young charge, "It sure as hell
isn't Lex Luthor!"
Finally standing up from
her seat, Dee Dee looked to Di and Heather, a plan had already formed in her
mind. She had Sammi hand over her diamond-lined Louis Vuitton purse and
had Di call out to the landlord that she would be only a minute. She then
had Heather step forward. Di and Sammi watched with bated breath as Dee
Dee fished out a small crystal perfume bottle out of her purse and immediately
sprayed the pudgy slut's neck and the underside of her wrist. Heather
rubbed her wrists together, almost on instinct, and soon the pleasant aroma of
the perfume filled the room. It had a floral scent that Di and Sammi
enjoyed, but were confused at that the fact that there was nothing spectacular
about it. The perfume was definitely below what both woman had come to
expect from their lofty expectations of the New U Salon's product line.
"I don't need to be
a genius to see I've made you two confused with this little baby," Dee Dee
announced, holding up the bottle of perfume, "It doesn't have a name yet,
and it's still in the test phase..." She then started to work on
Heather, touching up her makeup and making sure her sleek hairstyle was
absolutely perfect. Not a hair out of place. She then lifted the
older woman's chin with her finger and pulled a tube of lip gloss out of her
purse. Heather pouted her lips obediently and allowed her mistress and
beautician to paint her lips until they were nice and shiny. Once Dee Dee
was done and Heather's looks were satisfactory, she continued, "...but
when it's finished it'll be a revelation! Right now, it can turn almost
any man into a slut's willing plaything. And I do mean ANY man.
Even those with the strongest of wills. I'm sure you could name a
few, Di."
The stylist gave her
protege a dazzling wink and smile with those words before turning her focus
back to Heather. She took the pudgy woman by the hand and guided her over
to the nearby couch, "Now, I doubt this Ralph's any kind of Superman or
Batman, so, Heather when we bring him through that door, I want you to seduce
him. Don't be nervous. He'll be putty in your hands the moment he
gets a whiff of you. And then, once he's yours, you just let me do all
the talking. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Dee Dee.
Whatever you say, Dee Dee," Heather husked, taking a seat on the
plush couch and daintily crossing her legs. She was pleased that the
stylist would choose her for such a task.
They were interrupted by
another knock on the door. Dee Dee looked over at the three topless New U
Salon sluts before silently ushering Heather onto the nearby couch and
motioning for her to stay put. After a quick dust off of her outfit and
realignment of her already perfect hair, the stylist minced her way to the door
as she asked in her sweetest voice, "Who is it?"
"It's Ralph,"
came a gruff, clear frustrated voice from the other side of the door. Dee
Dee motioned for Di to come closer and then nodded her head. There was a
slight pause before the Ralph added, "the Landlord."
In an instant, the door
to the former Wonder Woman's apartment was flung open and two perfectly-manicured
hands gripped Ralph by his shirt collar and pulled him inside. The
middle-aged man didn't have any time to think about what had happened to him,
as he suddenly found himself being hurled onto a couch in the living area of
the apartment. Catching his breath from the pure shock of his situation,
the landlord looked up to see a short but curvaceous blonde in the briefest of
mini dresses standing in front of the open door with a conniving look in her
heavily made-up eyes. She was truly a sight to behold, but it was the
tall woman behind her that drew his full attention. Not only was she a
drop-dead gorgeous, statuesque blonde, but she was topless! The woman's
huge, swollen breasts bobbed gently as she turned and slammed the door shut as
not to attract any more attention to themselves. When she turned to face
Ralph, she flashed him a dazzling smile as if all was right in the world and
this was a completely normal situation.
"Hey...?" Ralph
tried to begin, but was utterly speechless as he continued to gape at the
topless blonde. The disheveled man then slowly turned his gaze to the
shorter blonde as to try and better ignore the topless woman's spectacular
chest, "Wait...what? What just happened?"