Billy grinned. First things first, he needed her to be wearing something besides the tattered remains of her old supersuit, much as it turned him on to see her running around like that.
"Hey Sugar Tits, first things first - slide out of that costume of ours and then go steal yourself a mini-skirt, some heels and t-shirt at superspeed from a store. I want to be able to take you shopping someplace special without everyone trying to get Power Girl's autograph."
Or have any of her superfriends show up to give him grief at this formative stage in their relationship, he added mentally.
The whoosh of air as Power Girl flew out the balcony window blew his air back. He heard faint crashes and distant yelps of surprise as store windows exploded on the downtown street below. In less than five minutes, the busty blonde was back wearing a tacky combo of pink heels, a leopard print mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a tiny blue t-shirt with a cartoon logo on it . . . one that had obviously been designed for a young boy and could barely cover half of her tits. The underside of her massive mams still showed themselves off, braless and proud, and he heard faint tearing noises when she thrust out her chest at him.
He shrugged.
"Good enough for now, Boobs. Let's go shopping. Oh, I almost forgot - you have any money?"
She grinned and produced a credit card from god knows where.
"Sure thing, stud! I'm pretty wealthy in my secret identity!"
He blinked. A chick who looked like her could manage to have a secret identity? He almost asked if it was as a stripper but he didn't want to give her ideas just yet. He wasn't sure how long his good luck would last or even why exactly she didn't realize she could just show off her tits without obeying his every command. Billy hadn't quite realized how docile and obedient to a man who ogled her tits Power Girl now was, much less the man of her dreams who now stood before her and treated her like two round pieces of meat that existed only for his pleasure.
"Whatever. All your money is mine now, got it, Tits?"
"Well, of course! I wouldn't dream otherwise, um . . . what should I call you?" Power Girl added with a blush, realizing she'd never caught her dream man's name.
Billy grinned.
"Master's good. Or Sir. I like Sir. Maybe Mr. Baxton if we need you to tone shit down."
"Whatever you say, Sir!" she chirped happily, rubbing her nipples against his arm through the thin blue cotton.
***
Hours later, the shopping spree was almost at it's conclusion. All Tits really needed for her future in competitions were bikini bottoms (thongs and g-strings, naturally) of various colors with matching tops, hooker heels and stacks and stacks of white cotton t-shirts that would be one size too small on a girl 1/3 as busty as she was. He also made sure she got a few micro-minidresses, tube tops, spandex mini-skirts and dozens of other outfits that screamed "streetwalker" or "stripper". They ruined a few of those after seeing how hot she looked and him tit-fucking her yet again in the dressing rooms but between cash or super-strength based threats, nobody complained. Whomever "Kara Starr" was, Billy quickly learned that her pocket book was had some damned deep pockets. He also got her to put on some slutty make-up with help from the salesladies - Kara had never worn make-up before but now she loved it, especially the body glitter she dropped between her gorgeous titties.
Of course, Billy Baxton decided he wouldn't stop there. He'd never worn a fancy suit before or had a gold watch but soon enough, he was dressed to kill - the perfect counterpoint to the barely clad Kara. Once he was clad like a Fortune 500 businessman and it was clear that Kara was just his stripper slut, he demanded that she throw on a bikini (neon-green) and heels, then fly them down to Florida where Spring Break was just about to get started.
Landing on the beach behind a five-star resort, they checked in casually and spent the night going another few rounds. The only downside is that Power Girl would only let him fuck her pussy if her tits were still somehow on display - a compromise involving doggy style and the hotel balcony had made them both very happy before collapsing into bed together. Upon waking up, Billy grinned and honked her tits, making her sigh with pleasure as her big blue eyes (covered by slutty pink mascara) fluttered open.
"Now, I've got some ideas on how to make sure everyone sees you, Tits, but you've got to prove you're good at making people notice you first. That's what this place is for - tryouts. Think you can win 3 wet t-shirt contests for me this weekend, Sugar Tits?
"Fuck yes, Master!" she purred happily. "But do you think you can fuck my boobies again before we start? Please?"
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