"That's awfully nice of you, but I really must be going. Thank you all for the water and I hope you all have a pleasant day." Superman said and stood. He walked towards the door, and just as he got there, Candice tapped him on the shoulder.
"Thank you again for saving me. I know you probably get lots of women throwing themselves at you, but here is my number. I would like to cook you dinner as thanks. I'm not a very good cook, but if you have the time, please call." Candice said as she handed Superman a card.
"My pleasure. I will see if I can't make the time." Superman replied and left.
Superman quickly zipped into a hidden part of an alley and changed back into Clark. He was going to throw away the card, but decided against it. Candice had been a very nice lady, and her offer to cook him a meal was very touching.
Clark worked through his day, but found he kept thinking about Candice and her friends. He also felt incredibly thirsty and couldn't seem to shake it. The water at the club had been able to tide him over and he wondered if it had been a special brand. He head had started to actually hurt a bit by the end of the day.
While walking home he passed by the alley, and after some thought decided that maybe a nice relaxing meal with Candice would help clear up his headache. He pulled out his phone and dialed up Candice.
Candice answered and Clark told her he was calling on behalf of Superman who was taking care of some things and wanted to know if he could stop by at 6pm for that dinner.
"Oh, that would be lovely! I can just make it home and get things going. Please tell him yes and no hurry on his part. Thank you so much!" Candice replied as she hung up.
Clark walked around the downtown for a while until it was 6pm and then quickly switched into Superman and flew up on to the roof where he had rescued Candice earlier. She was waiting for him by the door.
"I'm so glad you could make it, dinner is cooking right now. Come with me." Candice said, taking him by the hand and pressing her ring gem against his hand.
Superman's headache cleared a bit and he smiled. "Glad to make it. Your offer just sounded like exactly what I needed tonight."
Candice led him down the stairs to her apartment. It was a nice tasteful place, with some nice music playing and smells of cooking coming from the kitchen.
"Here, have some of this wine, a nice red from California." Candice handed him a glass and they toasted to a nice evening. Superman sipped it, and finding it to be very good gulped it all down. Candice quickly refilled his glass while they made small talk. Superman very quickly downed nearly the whole bottle while he babbled on about minor things and stories about himself. Candice smiled and kept holding his hand. Slowly Superman slide down in the couch and by the time the bottle was empty his head was resting on Candice's lap with her rubbing his temples.
"Oh you are such a hero. But I can tell how stressed you are. You really did need a night off. I think you really need a vacation. Everyone needs a vacation now and then." Candice cooed in his ear.
"Yeah, I guessss." Superman slurred back, feeling quite tipsy and happy. "But I'm Superrrmannn, gotta be the herooo."
"Even heroes need some "me" time. Oops, we are out of wine. Here, do you mind a beer?" Candice said as she handed him a craft draft.
Superman took it and downed it in one big pull. "Ahhhh, that'ssss good."
"Not very classy though. This is what I mean, you need to relax and just be yourself now and again. Here have another beer." Candice handed him another beer which he downed and then belched.
"Mmmmmm, that is more like it. No need to be all uptight, you can be yourself. Easy going, relaxed, drunk, no need to be classy, or have any taste. Just enjoy." Candice said as she changed up something on the remote.
"Yeah, sounds nice." Superman slurred. He grinned at the music, it was some white trash Jersey Shore techno, and Candice had turned on the TV to a monster truck rally. Superman smiled at that. It was kinda fun to watch it and all the really low brow crowd.
Candice handed him another beer, a Pabst Blue Ribbon, which he downed without a thought. He scratched himself and reached up to rub Candice's cheek and brushed her tits by accident.
Candice giggled and said "Naughty Superman." Superman looked at her and noticed the inviting look in her eyes. He reached up and openly fondled her tits.
"Superman, you should behave yourself. Only a low brow white trash bum would act like that." Candice said smiling as he rubbed her tits. Licking her lips she added "Is that what you are? White Trash?"
Superman smiled. "Nah, I'm just relaxing a bit."
"Oh no Superman. I think you are really trashy and sleazy. Would a smart superhero be drunk? Would he be drinking the cheapest beer, watching monster trucks and listening to this techo? I think you are finding out what you really are. And you like it." Candice said as she pushed her ring against Superman's skull. A little needle popped into his head and injected something straight into his brain.
Superman's eyes rolled back and a smile etched across his face. "Yeahhhhhhh, I'm trashhhhhh, sleazyyyy, drunkkkk traashhhh."
Candice giggle again. "And a piece of trash like you needs a trashy girlfriend don't you? Candice is too nice for you, you need Candy!" And she pulled an inhaler and gave herself a shot in the mouth.
Superman watched in drugged amazement as Candice changed before his eyes. Her hair turned bimbo bleach platinum blonde with some nice trashy black roots, her tits expanded and popped out of her top to a nice obviously fake 44DD, a sleazy rose tattoo grew over her snatch, and her eyes took on a empty blue.
"MMmmmmmmmm, Superbaby, you like Candy? You wanna fuck Candy? Candy wanna fuck you!" Candice, now the porn star and stripper Candy purred as she slide off the couch and started to fondle Superman's dick through his bottoms.
"Yeah, Superman like Candy. And Candy and Superman need to FUCK!"