Karen looked over the contract, and then back at the man sitting in her office... she chewed her lip.
She needed to sign to save her company and all the people working for her.... but at the same time she couldn't agree to some of these clauses... not just out of pride but some of them would make it practically impossible for her to continue being Power Girl.
But she couldn't say that as a reason as to why she couldn't sign... she barely knew Mr. Corker. She had no idea how he would use that information... but she didn't have enough time to figure things out.
“I'm waiting Miss Starr.” Cal said coldly.
Karen didn't make any attempt at moving.
“Well I guess that's your answer then... a shame all of those people are going to be out of a job because a worthless whore like you decided to gain some dignity today.” Cal stood up and began leaving the room.
“WAIT!” Karen yelled out.
“What is it Miss Star.”
“I....I'll give you the tit fuck you want... but... but I can't sign this contract.” Karen whines.
“and why should I let you have the satisfaction of once again using those funbags of yours to get your way.” Cal responded.
“It's not like that... at all...” Karen stated demurely.
“Oh you haven't gotten to be the CEO of a major company solely on the fact that you flashed your tits at every man you saw?”
“That's...not what I meant... I just can't sign this...”
“This is no time for Pride people's livelihoods are at stake you know.”
“It's not a matter of pride sir....” Karen looked at the ground
“Then give me a good reason why you can't sign this simple contract? you stupid whore”
“It...it...it's...”
“I'M WAITING.”
“It's because I'm power girl.” she says extremely low.
“what was that?”
“I said... it's because I'm Power Girl, Sir.”
Cal stared in shock for a moment. “Excuse me?”
“I'm Power Girl.... honest!” Karen said hoping that Cal believed her.... “I'll prove it!” with that Karen floated over the desk in front of him.
“Well... this...changes things.” Cal said dumbfounded honestly not expecting this turn of events.
“So can we put this whole incident on hold for now?” Karen said hopefully.
“I'll need to think, as I said this changes things... but I do think I'll take that titfuck from you now.” He said as he sat back in his chair.
“Thank you, sir.” Karen said as she landed in front of him and dropped to her knees.
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EZ sat on a bed in what looked like a cheap motel room, she had a bright smile on her face and was still wearing the tiny Tank that barely covered her surgically enhanced tits, as well as the leather micro-skirt. She was so excited for her first shoot as an official Broken Dreams Jizz Junkie.
The small crew milled about until the director called “action!”.
“Hi guys my name is E.Z. Layne... the first ever Jizz Junkie for Broken Dreams productions... and you'll be seeing a LOT more of me soon.” with that she blew a kiss to the camera.
“CUT!”
“Excellent work EZ, now let's move into the Q and A... and then we can move right on to the part that I know you've really been waiting for.” the director said to his star.
“Sounds great to me” EZ beamed.
“Ok everyone.... ACTION!”
“Now, Ms. Layne.... what made you want to become a Jizz Junkie.”
“OH that's easy... I didn't become one... I've always been one. I mean one of my nicknames in High School was the Homecoming Trophy for my tendency to let the football team go to town if they won.” the former Lois giggles.
“Excellent, so what are you most looking forward too?”
“Being fucked silly for the pleasure of all the little perverts at home.” EZ said while blowing another kiss to the camera....
the questions went on and EZ answered them in a way you'd expect a desperate slut like her to answer them... but in the middle of the interview she did have another one of those odd feelings that something wasn't right... that she was the one that usually asked the questions... she again just dismissed it as being a silly fantasy of the life she originally imagined for herself.