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"So, you see, Mr. Pennyworth, the reason that you've been feeling so frustrated is that deep down you know you could handle Wayne Enterprises far better than your master could."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Of course," Dr. Bates said as he crossed his fingers and leaned back in his chair. "One can see that from looking at you. Such an intelligent, forceful, so-called 'alpha male' like yourself would be far more effective running the company than that empty-headed
fop currently in charge."
"Empty-head? Master Bruce--"
"Your 'Master Bruce' would be far more suited to mincing around the mansion, a giggly sissy maid with no greater responsibility than keeping everything spic-and-span. It's an unfortunate irony that he's running the business, almost running it into the ground,
while you're stuck cleaning? Why, with your genius and vision, you could bring the company to far greater heights. Deep down you know that's true, and it's so frustrating."
"But Master Bruce--"
"Of course you love him. You want to keep him safe. Isn't it better for him to be protected from that cold, cruel world, to have you to look after him, take charge?"
* * *
Doris Queenly moaned as she stuffed a whole chocolate cake into her mouth in the comfort of her apartment.
Delicious! Chocolate cake was better than sex! Still, sex was nice....
She moaned harder and rubbed her huge tits.
Steve Trevor! What a hunk! She'd love to feel his big ol' cock!
A telepathic voice echoed in her brain.
"Diana? We need you!"
"Momma?" Doris Queenly whispered in confusion.
* * *
"Dr. Bates will see you now."
Lois Lane got up, and glanced at the man who stumbled passed her and out the door.
He looked rather like Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne's butler, but what was he doing here? And had he been working out? He looked a lot bigger.
"Please, take a seat, Ms. Lane. What's the problem?"
"There's... well... there's been some tension."
"At home? Ah, yes, I think I can guess. Your husband hasn't accepted that you wear the pants in your marriage, does he?"
Confused, Ms. Lane took the cigar that Dr. Bates offered her. Without really thinking, she light it and took a drag. It felt good....
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