"Fuck yes, Master!" Power Girl purred happily. "But do you think you can fuck my boobies again before we start? Please?"
"No, I'm not giving you another titfuck unless you earn it. Do a good job or you're going without for the whole day."
"... Excuse me?"
Yikes! Despite the slutty pink mascara around her eyes, Power Girl looked pissed. Dangerously pissed. If she wasn't a superheroine, Billy would've worried she might cave his chest in right then and there, but it must have been her superheroic nature that left her hatefully glaring at him for what he just said.
This was bad. He quickly thought through exactly what might have set Power Girl off, but when that yielded nothing, he probed the areas of her mind linked to the turn-off he induced in her.
Of course! It was so obvious now. While he appeared to have full control over Power Girl through her boobs, the truth was much more nuanced. By inducing Power Girl to hate having her magnificent rack ignored, he'd developed an opposing need within her for people to shower them with attention, whether that came in the form of a titfuck, a nasty insult or anything else that did the trick.
No matter how much it looked like the case, Power Girl didn't stick by him just because he could bark orders and take charge. She did it because out of all the people she met, he was the first to fully understand her needs and fill them. Without realizing it, he had threatened to deny her the only thing she asked from him in exchange for her submission.
Billy quickly came up with a different excuse. "Sorry, I'm still waking up. I didn't mean any of that, I only wanted to motivate you to do your best today. I thought a little fear of losing out on a reward would get your engines revved up."
Power Girl appeared to accept that reason, because her rage turned into a very happy, not to mention saucy, grin. "I understand, but don't do that again. What should I wear?"
***
Half an hour later, once Billy finished getting himself ready, Power Girl flew them into a hidden alley near a beach of Spring Breakers. They walked - yes, walked - out of the alley and onto the boardwalk, heading in the direction of the first wet T-shirt contest Power Girl had spied from high in the sky between a few clouds.
Billy loved the idea of Power Girl advertising herself as a contestant. So, so loved the idea. He kept that at bay for one reason and one reason only, and he whispered a reminder to Power Girl. "Remember Tits, if you start by throwing the words Power Girl around, nobody's gonna notice you. They'll be too busy gawking at your face. Let people see you've got a winning rack before you lay that bombshell on them, it'll prove you're a real contender and not some celebrity coasting on a name."
"Got it, sir!" Power Girl's heels clicked.
Naturally, plenty of people stopped to look at the sharp-dressed young man making his way down the boardwalk with a skank hanging on his arm, Power Girl's radioactive green thong wedged up her butt and her tight white shirt cut off precisely to show off her underboob, side boob and gorgeous glittery cleavage. It was really a shame her invulnerability meant no chance for some good dangly earrings or a bad tattoo, but Power Girl looked slut enough for the task meant for her.
As luck would have it, they arrived right on time. Some unknown brunette stood on the stage in a soaked shirt, grinning and showing off her impressive D-size bust and faint hint of small nipples while this round of defeated challengers cleared out down sidesteps.
A guy in sunglasses, clearly the master of these ceremonies, spoke into a microphone. "Alright, that's round 3 and Melanie's still going strong! If you think you have what it takes to take her down, come on up!"
From the moment Power Girl clack her way onto the stage, everyone in the crowd went completely silent to take her in. All 5'11" of her looked impressively curvy yet toned, the perfect slice of cheesecake that reached the difficult to attain middle ground between cut and soft. In a single word, she looked like a goddess.
"We've got ourselves a contender! Let's find out this hot thing's name," the announcer said. He walked up and shoved the microphone up to her face.
Power Girl paused to glance at her master. She knew exactly what she WANTED to say, but she waited for Billy to give her the go-ahead. As soon as he nodded, she gave a nice big power grin. "Hey boys, the name's Tits, and in a few minutes you'll find out why!"
Through the excited cheers and whistles of the crowd, the announcer moved out of the way and shouted, "Boys, give it to 'em!"
Water sprayed from hoses right at the dueling hotties. Both streams started at their heads and worked downward. Any ordinary human would've shivered and maybe flinched at how cold it was, but not Power Girl. She stood there proudly, and when the hoses stopped, she and Melanie stood there with their wet shirts clinging to their skin.
It was no contest. Melanie might have been great by any ordinary terms, but Power Girl's famous breasts overshadowed them in every where. Her shirt, deliberately chosen for its incredibly thin fabric, was practically non-existent as her audience saw everything from her tanless tone to her thick, large, perky pink teats. Their stiffness commanded absolute attention.
Only Billy knew about the real cause of that stiffness, with all that water hiding Power Girl's arousal.
"I don't think we need to put this one up to a vote, guys. The new reigning champion: Tits!"
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