Daily Planet, Metropolis, Upstate New York
“Get your asses over to our apartment by the time we get home!” Lois demanded over the three way phone call, “Am I being clear?”
There was panic gulp from both kryptonian girls. Lois hung up the phone and had an almost Joker wicked grin thinking about breaking the twin blondes. Jimmy had knelt to her before lunch and licked her rubber sheathed love box. A fresh tingle stirred between her legs thinking about how she broke her black rubber Superman last night. There was a slam on her desk, Lois opened her eyes and looked into Cat Grant’s hate filled stare. Lois could see the blasts of steam gushing out of Cat’s ears in her mind’s eye.
“Forty hours’ worth of interviews? HOW!?!” Cat Screamed.
“What?” Lois asked with a coy tone of voice.
“You got forty hours’ worth of interviews from strangers in one weekend from complete strangers,” Cat fumed, “From complete strangers! I have been on the line with every A lister, their agents, their handlers, the B listers and their people and I can’t get anything! The most I get is ‘I have a stylist to deal with that’. And I have worked with some of these people for years now!”
“I learned something from a fetish porn star that really makes sense when I think about it and what you just said,” Lois smiled, “She said ‘when you work in the media you don’t have friends with other people in the industry, you just have people that are trying to make a buck off you and your work.’ It seems about right.”
“What?” Cat asked.
“Think about it,” Lois said, “When these people or rather their people want to see the celebrity’s name in the headlines they rush to talk to you, but right now it doesn’t suit their needs. Think of it this way,” Lois leaned back, and was thankful she was wearing a latex thong instead of squeaky panties, “Luthor thinks I am cunt with a capital C-U-N-T. When Luthor is planning to have his charity do some big save the world thing Luthor makes sure that word is leaked to me since ‘everyone knows Lois Lane is the advocate of the people’ and having me report early on his ‘good works’ makes him seem so much nicer. Relax, the next time one of your Air head Pop-tarts is going to do a thing in a catwoman rip-off outfit, they are going to call you for pics and press now.”
“When did you become a cynic?” Cat asked.
“I’m not a cycnic, I am a realist,” Lois said flatly, “I know how the public reads my work and so does Luthor. I know the idea of me dressed up like Catwoman would blow Clark’s mind. Jimmy ended up with a little bit of PTSD this weekend.”
“He seems rather chipper,” Cat noted.
“He is going to see his girlfriend tonight.”
“He has a girlfriend?” Cat asked, “Since when?”
“This weekend,” Lois went back to her work, “Nice girl, works for store chain, insisted Jimmy met her family.”
“A sex freak?” Cat asked.
“No,” Lois said, “A nice girl, romantic. I’d say she is a cuddlier.”
*
The Red Light Market, Star City
Ollie and Dinah were dressed in casual civilians, slacks and tee-shirts. The store was nicer than they would have though. It was open and done like a high class show room. There were racks of leather, lace, latex and other types of cloths. Mannequins with sexy outfits for man and women. Glass cases on the sides with videos, toys, and various bottles. A Brunette in a green latex catsuit with cargo shorts, a store polo shirt and a studded collar with leash attached.
“Hi!” Christy smiled.
Christy smiled because Ollie Queen and Dinah Lance were on the Rubber Queen’s high priority list. Mistress had ordered her to visit his shop and peak his interest.
“Hi, I’m Scotty,” a short young man in leather pants and a polo walked up and kissed Christy.
Ollie and Dinah raised eyebrows when Scotty scratched Christy behind her ear and she tapped her foot in response. Christy giggled and then kissed again. Scotty went to talk to a pair of cops that walked into the store and Christy waved Ollie and Dinah further into the store.
Ollie and Dinah listened as Christy answered their questions about latex, domination and submission, and kinky sex in general. Ollie and Dinah listened enraptured as Christy went on about the bliss she got being dressing in latex and being told what to do with Scotty by a dominatrix and being rewarded and punished for her actions as a pet. Before Ollie and Dinah knew it they were trying out matching skin tight rubber chaps suits. Neither of them said anything when they saw Scotty talking to the two cop girls handcuffed to each other and kissing.
*
Agency Headquarters, Hartford
Diana was supposed to be an ambassador of peace and understanding, she had been reborn as a servant of an Imperial Dominatrix a slave to The Rubber Queen. But this was torture! For the last hour Mary O’Day had insisted on “chatting” with Diana so “they could get to know each other.” It has been an hour of Mary going on proselytizing to Diana about salvation and how it only comes from Jesus and being a Christian Zealot like her. Diana had pointed out how the mere existence of the Justice League with its alien members put kinks in that very narrow view of the cosmos, to no effect. Bringing up that Mary had been in Arlington at the mall across the street from the Pentagon when Ares brought an army of Minotaur’s, hydras and zombie amazons to attack the US government was countered with the delusion that there were no other gods, even minor ones, than Christ and all pretenders were all really just Satan in disguise.
“I need to go and get packing,” Diana tried to kill the conversation, “You need to as well.”
“Oh, I am already packed,” Mary smiled, “I get a lot of field work.”
“Well good night,” Diana had had enough.
Leaving the office, Diana swore that she would make an extra effort to break this twit with the most depraved kinky shit she, James and all of the Rubber Queen’s forces could come up with!
*
Outside Helena’s Apartment, Gotham City
She had recognized one of the cars as that of Matches Malone’s, and that was an alias of the big boss bat. She had made an apartment open for someone the Bat wanted to keep an eye on. The phone calls during lunch apparently have had the required effect. The idiot realtor just stepped out into the hallway with a red head who must have had a boob job. The bimbo smiled as walked past the realtor and right over to Helena.
“Hi, Kari Carol,” she stuck out her hand.
Helena took the hand and shook it. She involuntarily gasped and smiled slightly when for a split second it felt like the woman’s palm was latex. Oddly the bimbo smiled.
“Helena,” Helena introduced herself, “you new?”
“I will be once I sign the lease,” she called back to the realtor, “Just moved to Gotham. Lawyer or teacher?”
“What?” Helena was caught off guard.
“The only people I have ever seen with that many books are lawyers and teachers.”
“I’m a teacher,” Helena confessed, “Please excuse me, and welcome to the building.”
Helena dashed into her apartment and hoped that the woman hadn’t noticed the smell of her latex lingerie. Outside the Rubber Queen put a smile on Kari’s face. It would seem that Tim and Steph’s information was partly right, her new neighbor was the Huntress but she was already a latex fetishist. Kari would have to make friends with her!
*
Star City
Roy got ready for the night, no flashy red suit. This was observation.
*
The Clock Tower, Gotham City
Dick froze mouth agasp, there was Barbara on her bed, the only thing about her not under god knows how much rubber was her head, and there was a black rubber hood in her hands. It looked like she had a purple catsuit that left her bosom and between her legs open, but then had a clear rubber suit over it with built in condoms for her love box and back door, and then a sort of fishnet catsuit made from black rubber over all of it.
“Not happy to see me?” Barbara asked seductively.
“Happy? Yes,” Dick said, “But confused.”
“What’s confusing?” Barbara asked.
“How do I get in that?” Dick asked.
“You get naked and put some lube,” Barbara pointed at a bottle with her leg, “right in here. Can you guess what you put in next?”
Dick put the bag of latex panties, stalkings, shelf bra and jock strap on the wardrobe and stripped.