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Brett looked at the beautiful crime-fighter and smiled warmly. He slowly walked up to her stopping just inches from her face.
“How did you spot my camera,” asked Martha, her voice almost a whisper. If this were a game of poker, the black heroine had just revealed and folded her hand.
“I didn’t,” Brett smirked as his eyes remained on Amazing Woman’s face. “I assumed that you would want to have me watched at all times until I truly gained your trust. You said yourself that this base was just one of your many hideouts. There were no personal
items here of any kind. I figure that this might be the type of place you would bring suspect over to hold and interrogate or if you needed safe-house to guard and protect someone. In any case cameras would be hidden everywhere and everything recorded. I admit
I was grasping at straws when I hinted that you might have been enjoying the show, but from the look on your face I wasn’t far off at all. When reading someone sometimes it helps to toss an off the wall accusation just what type or reaction it might provoke.”
“I admit your good,” said Martha. “In fact far better than I was expecting. I’m sorry about-”
“Don’t be,” smiled Brett. “I would rather be spied on in the shower by a beautiful woman than some horny male perv at the shelter any day of the week. But the next time you want to see me naked in the shower, why not take off your costume and join me.”
“You know most guys would probably panic big time under these circumstances, and yet you still flirt with me,” said Martha.
“Because I know your weakness,” said Brett as leaned closer to Martha’s ear and whispered, “Your aroused nipples straining against the fabric of your bustier right now is what told me that.”
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