Luthor walked into the penthouse apartment Bubba kept in Metropolis alone. bubba had insisted on no bodyguards. He was dressed, as usual, in the finest tailored suit money could by- a suit which hid a variety of weapons and gadgets. At the merest hint
of trouble, he could call upon Zoom, Cheetah, and Bizarro to take this place in seconds. Calculator was on standby for any other needs. And he had some personal defenses available as well- gas, lasers, a personal force-field. He was confident that he was ready
for anything this Bubba woman could throw at him- were she so stupid as to decide to oppose him.
He was escorted in by twins- two girls he vaguely recognized as former child stars, now sporting enormous fake breasts. If this woman thought he could be so easily distracted, she was in for a surprise. He had suspected she might use sex as a weapon,
like Poison Ivy- so he had two of his occasional mistresses service him before coming here, and taken a special immunizing agent to protect him from pheromone attacks. Felix Faust provided a charm against mystic mind control, while Dr. Hugo Strange had instructed
him in techniques to resist even subliminal hypnosis. Add in his prodigious willpower, and he was prepared for anything.
Except this. In front of him, in her costume, stood Wonder Woman- in her costume, but not covered by it. Her prodigious breasts were bared, and her hand had pushed aside the fabric of her shorts, revealing her wet pussy. Even with his preparation. Luthor
found it an arousing sight.
The twins walked to her. the thre women began to caress each other, kissing, groping, sucking- luthor knew if he hadn't taken precautions, he would be fully engorged by now.
"Bubba!" he called out. "Show yourself! I'm not here for a show- I'm here to talk business!"
A voice, touched with a low-class southern twang, came over a speaker set on coffee table. "Girls, stop!" Instantly all three women stopped moving, dropping their hands to their sides. "Twins, into the bedroom." The women left- not robotically, as with
most mind-control he had seen, but almost eagerly. Wonder Woman stayed where she was.
"I'm afraid it's not in either of ours best interests for me to show myself, Mr. Luthor- or may I call you Lex?"
"You may not, Ms. Bubba. I'm not in the habit of doing business with whores over the phone."
"You shouldn't insult me, Mr. Luthor. I'm doing this so you can keep your mind your own. Trust me- the sight of me would make you mine- you would lose yourself in desire."
"Really? Well, Bubba, I'm willing to take that chance."
'I'm not. I want you as an ally, Mr. Luthor- not a slave. Little princess- tell Mr. Luthor why you are mine."
Wonder Woman stepped toward him, her voice filled with -what? Awe? Love? Regret? "I serve my goddess so that she might show me how to become a real woman, instead of the ugly, boyish piece of trash I am."
Lex was impressed- however she had done it, Bubba had washed away all of Wonder Woman's morals, self-confidence- and, apparently, even her belief inn her gods! There was no trace of the proud woman he had met and fought before. He wondered- what would
happen if he attacked her- even raped her? he moved towards her, raising his hand to grab her exposed breast.
"Uh-uh, Mr. Luthor! No touching! If you want her, you'll have to pay- just like everyone else. Try, and she will defend herself. Persist, and I will stop you. You will become mine as surely as she is."
luthor grunted. He had seen a bit of movement from the Amazon- it looked like she was prepared to fight him. No need. That wasn't what he wanted.
'Bubba- I am prepared to pay handsomely for the secret of your mind-control. Exclusive rights, of course."
"Well, Lex- since we are on a first-name basis now- there is no "secret"- just me. I am more woman than anyone can take. Men want me- women are devastated by me- they fell inadequate, because they know they can never be as desirable as I am."
"Ha! It sounds like your ego is your main super-power. I need proof of what you say. I have no idea what you did to Wonder Woman, or those other bimbos- and just because it works on women, doesn't mean it would work on a man."
"You choose, Lex. You get anyone here- i'm in the bedroom. Send him in here- and I'll have him on his knees, or in my bed, depending on how I fell- in five minutes."
"Anyone?"
"Anyone."
Lex thought-if this worked, it could get rid of so many distractions for him- and so many annoyances. Superman was an obvious choice- but, perhaps, not a fair one. Clark Kent? Perry White? Jimmy Olsen? All thorns in his side. Or perhaps an "ally"- one
who gets a little big for his bitches- Dr. Psycho, Vandal Savage? Or a competitor- Bruce Wayne, Simon Stagg?
In the end, there was only one choice-