“Err, No,” Clark Superman Kent said taking a seat across the desk from Cal.
“Well now Clark,” Cal said as he watched the changes affecting the superhero in front of him, “Miss Lane has signed a complete and unlimited contract with my company. Which means that any and all productions she is involved with go right here to my desk.”
Cal jabbed his finger on the desk top to hammer home the point.
“If you wants her to be a part of your home movie,” Cal leaned forward, “It becomes my production Clarie.”
That last bit made the superhero slightly confused, but the superhero tried to keep up.
“Oh and by the way,” Cal leaned back, “Luthor called ahead and filled me in. Keeping your secret identity secret from your husband is a bad plan Superwoman, trying to keep it from the world’s smartest man and the father of your lab created artificial insemination baby is even worse.”
“Connor…” Claire stammered.
“Luthor knew even before going over your genetic material to fertilize Connie,” Cal smirk, “Just because you can fool all those people with that simple country girl act doesn’t mean that you can fool Luthor. But this last stunt? Luthor wants a real act of contrition.”
“What act of contrition does Lex want?”
“The three of you,” Cal waved his finger at Claire, “Superwoman, Powergirl and Supergirl to be the lesbian slaves of Mistress EZ Lane in a special one copy only video for Luthor’s private movie collection: Kryptonian Lesbian Latex Slave girls!”
Claire’s face went red.
“Face it,” Cal got up, “You have always been a closet fetishist and bisexual. You never try to resist Wonder Woman’s flirts, you can’t keep your eyes or hands off the other superheroine’s super suits and when Black Canary went throw that rubber phase last, you were caught drooling looking at her.”
Cal pushed a button on his desk and in walked EZ Lane. She was dressed in a black leather corset, mini skirt, thigh boots and gloves. Claire’s eyes went wide at the sight of the costumes that EZ Lane was holding, pink rubber play suits based on Super Woman’s catsuit, Power Girls’ leotard, and Super Girl’s Miniskirt and crop top.
“You are going to be absolutely delish in this!” EZ Lane sneered.
Claire felt the need to put her hands over her D cup tits as EZ Lane undressed her with her eyes.
“Now, now, no need to be bashful. You and EZ Lane are going to become very good friends,” Cal smiled, “Now where is that gold kryptonite that keeps you from killing your partner in bed?”
“At Home,” Claire sighed, “In my jewelry box. Lexie thinks it is just a special set of ear rings.”
“Does Power Girl and Super Girl have their own?” Cal asked.
“Yes,” Claire blushed.
“Call them and explain to them that there is no choice,” Cal said, “Not unless you want the Divorce of Lex Luthor and Superwoman to be front page on every news feed in the world!”
Cal watched the six foot country beauty queen get up and walk out of the office. Cal’s efforts had given her a lean muscular body and a set of tits that most women would envy. But it was much more fun to leave so much of that innocent country bumpkin personality intact. Cal picked up the phone and called Luthor’s private number.
“Who is this?” Luthor shouted.
“Your best friend,” Cal chuckled, “Look yourself up on Wikipedia on your other phone.”
“Married to Claire Kent?” Luthor asked, “Has a daughter named Connie?”
“Formerly Clark Kent alias Superman, and Conner Kent alias Super Boy,” Cal said, “Look, Miss Claire Luthor is calling her Cousins Super Girl and Power Girl to came and star in a special one copy only private porn for you, ‘Kryptonian Lesbian Latex Slave Girls.’ And she is convinced that if she doesn’t do whatever you want from now on, the Lex Luthor Superwoman divorce is going to be headlines around the world.”
“Really?”
“I would say that is worth a bit,” Cal smirked, “I will be happy accept any generous donations for my work.”
“How much?”
“How much is this worth to you?” Cal asked, “Just don’t be cheap. Now if you will excuse me I have a porn to work on.”