Jimmy Olson was an honest, decent kid. But Jodi Olson...was a moral less predator. The Queen of the Paparazzi. A heartless scandal-monger, she hunted with all the passion of an ivory poacher, and was just as merciless. Her clothes changed, became sexy but
unstylish. It was her 'look'. Jody was as often in the papers as her pictures of Starlets partying or politicians getting their dicks sucked.
"Hey, mista Proteus..." she said, in her new flat, nasal Jersey accent "...don'cha worry 'bout nuthin', boss. I'll gets da' doit on who'eva yah wants." she ran her long, red nails threw her long, red hair. She wore her red PVC jacket and miniskirt, along
with her black tubetop and several pounds of flash faux-gold jewelery. She lit a cigarette and smiled at the man she worked for...the only hint of loyalty in her black heart.
Smiling, he slipped an arm around her waist, and Jody giggled and snuggled against her boss - who she was fucking - and thought about what a great life she had. A life that hadn't existed just momants before, but now...was solid as bedrock.
(later)
"Bingo! Didin' I tells yah I'd get da goods real quick?" she giggled, handing Proteus a bundle of folders. One was marked "Wonder Woman/Diana Prince" another "Batman/Bruce Wayne" and a third was "Flash/Barry Allen". There were more...many more. And in only
a week! Jodi had been busy...and deserved a reward.
Jodi Olson loved her man. Proteus had only made her so affectionate as a way of controling her, but now...he was starting to feel genuine love for the tacky, heartless creature he'd created. She obviously loved him deeply, and she was so useful...
(meanwhile)
"Shake that ass, Candi. Yeah, jus' like that. Wiggle more...put a sway in those hips. Yeah, you got it, girl. Shake that cake like you wanna fuck."
Candi Kane smiled, pleased that Lulu was pleased with her. Every day was a new lesson in how to walk and what to say. Lulu was just so good at this! She'd also been insistant that Candi thicken her country girl accent, so these city boys could really hear
it.
"Hay, Miss Lulu..." she drawled, as she always did these days. "...meby ah should wear sum ratty, ol' Daisy Dukes, huh? Real short an' tight up mah crack? Does that soun' right?"
Lulu smiled. Candi had fought it at first, but now...she was getting into the "County Girl" motif that Lulu had been preaching. She wore a cowboy had all the time, these days...and her hair - dyed blond and bound into a pair of pigtails - made her look both
innocent and slutty. The glasses gave her a slightly owlish look, like an innocent forest creature. The men were panting over the chance to break that cherry, but Lulu had said not yet. After all...Candi wasn't ready...yet...