While the girls pushed drinks on Superman, in another room, lead lined and heavily sound proofed, two men watched a CCTV.
"Cripes, its actually working Sid." the larger man said to the smaller, geekier one.
"Of course its working. That chemist is the best in the underworld. Once I found that artificial kryptonite formula, I just knew we would modify it. Superman is on his guard for anything overt, but slow rolling him like this? He is already drunk, and easily manipulated. A couple more drink and he will be completely open to suggestion. So long as we work it slow, he won't catch what happens until too late."
Hanson, the owner of the club, and the employer of Sid, couldn't help but smile as he watched "Candice" work Superman. Candy, her real name, was in reality a stripper, high class call girl, and porn star. So were the other girls down there. Normally these bitches were completely lacking in class or style (other than that of a street walker), but Sid's work on the Kryptonite had worked some other wonders. For instance, a shot of "Class", as Sid dubbed it, artificially injected style, grace and manners into a whore for 8 hours. All the girls had been injected willingly and knew their parts in this little drama.
"The perfume, and the A/C are circulating the vaporized "Blue K" and Superman has been inhaling it since he met Candy. The glasses are made out of it, the girls jewelry is made out of it, and the water and booze is heavily laced with it. It hasn't flipped his personality any, just relaxed him so he was open to suggestions. The booze is actually doing what booze does and is destroying brain cells and his ability to think clearly. He is going to need someone to guide him, and thanks to the "beer goggles" effect, he is imprinting on beautiful women. As they lead him down a seedy path, he is going to get sleazier and lower class as time goes on. A perfect match for Candy, Mai, Natasha, Nicky, or Bambi. Or all of them. He'll be nothing but super=powered trailer trash when this is done."
"I got that Sid, but anything can go wrong before then, so we need to make sure this works right." Hanson was tapping his fingers on his desk while he thought. "Have Candy get him to smoke a special cigar, and let's get him some dances. That should keep him properly focused."
"Okay Hanson, no problems with that. Heh, once we are done with him, he'll be begging to be a porn star. Shit, the money we can make pimping him out to rich bitches alone will set us up for life!"
Hanson was only half listening. He was much more interested in watching Candy and Natasha work Superman like he was putty. He snickered as Superman downed another drink, straight whiskey this time, and Candy giggling as she again refilled him.