Chapitre 5: A Real Flirt
Allison filled a tray with some roast beef, mashed potatoes and coffee. The meat is overcooked and rubbery, the potatoes instant, and the coffee burnt but Allison didn't care and she needed the calories. As she sat down, exhausted, a friendly voice snapped her out of her meal-induced trance.
"Hey there, gorgeous. You're Nightshade, right? New kid on the block?"
Allison looked up to see a handsome sidekick sitting next to her. He had short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a confident smile. A multi-ringed target was embroidered on his tight green and yellow shirt that stretched across his muscular chest.
"Yeah, I'm Nightshade," she replies, a little flustered by his forwardness. "I just started my probation today."
"Bullseye." He extends a muscular arm for a handshake. "Good to meet you. I'm a sidekick too, but I'm due for promotion soon. Just waiting on the hero vacancy, you know?"
As they shake, Allison noticed his biceps bulging against his sleeve. She couldn't help but feel a little star-struck. This guy was the real deal, almost a full-fledged hero. She wondered what his powers were, judging by his outfit, and the quiver at his side, they have something to do with archery.
"That's incredible. Congrats." Allison sips her coffee a little too quickly, burning her tongue in the process "It must feel awesome to be so close." She tried not to show her nervousness and pain.
"Yeah, I've been working my ass off for this. Almost there now." He leans in closer, his voice dropping a notch. "But you know, it's not all glory. Being a hero has its challenges too."
"Challenges?" Allison prompts, intrigued.
"Oh yeah." His eyes dart around conspiratorially. "Take this cape, for example." He gestures to the sleek green cape draped over his shoulders. "Looks great, right? Symbol of heroism and all that jazz. But it's a pain in the ass sometimes. Gets caught in doors, tangles up when you're trying to move fast..." He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But hey, it's worth it for the image, right?"
"I guess so." Allison ponders her own outfit, thinking of the freedom it represented, and the unsolicited butt-slapping it invited. "What power do you have?"
"Can't reveal too much, sorry." He says with a regretful smile. "Got to keep some mystery about myself. I'll give you a hint though, it has something to do with force application."
Bullseye's flirty attitude was evident, but Allison didn't mind. Boys would be boys.
"So, Nightshade," Bullseye says, leaning back in his chair, his eyes roaming appreciatively over Allison's figure. "That outfit looks smoking hot on you. I like the whole mysterious enforcer vibe. Very sexy."
Allison felt a tingle at his words, her cheeks flushing. "T-thanks," she stammers, a little taken aback by the direct compliment. "It's a bit more revealing than I'm used to."
"It suits you, trust me." He pauses, his gaze intensifying. "So, do you have a boyfriend, Nightshade? Anyone lucky enough to call you theirs?"
Allison's heart skipped a beat as she thought of Mark. "Yeah, I do," she replies, her voice soft yet firm. "His name's Mark. We've been together for a while now."
"Mark, huh?" Bullseye's eyebrows raised in interest. "He's a lucky guy, having someone like you by his side. I'll bet he's proud to call you his girl."
"Thanks, I think so," Allison says, a warm smile spreading across her face as she thought of Mark's unwavering support. "He's been incredibly supportive, especially with all the hero stuff."
"It's important to have good support." Bullseye winked conspiratorially. "Especially here, we have each other's backs. It's all about the team." He paused, his expression turning playful. "So, what's your story, Nightshade? How'd you end up here?"
"Well, it's kind of a long story, but the short of it is that my powers emerged when I turned eighteen." Allison twisted a lock of hair around her finger as she recounted her tale. "I worked hard to get here, trained every day."
"Eighteenth birthday, huh?" Bullseye muses, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "Seems like a significant milestone for us super-types. I manifested my powers around that time too. A coming-of-age gift, I suppose." He chuckled, shaking his head as if clearing old memories. "Well, I hope you enjoy it here, and don't worry about your boyfriend. We have a saying here." Bullseye smirked. "Anything that's done in the Fortress, stays in the Fortress. If you have some spare time you should come to my room for a bit of horizontal extra training."
Bullseye's innuendo hung heavy in the air. Allison felt her pulse quicken as she realised what he meant. She'd heard rumours about sidekicks and heroes engaging in "extracurricular activities", but she never expected to be propositioned so directly.
"Uh, thanks for the offer, Bullseye." Allison stammered, her voice catching in her throat, unsure how to respond to such a forward invitation. "I, uh, I'll have to check my schedule."
"Take your time, gorgeous." Bullseye winked, his confidence unwavering. "My door's always open for you. No heroics required for this kind of extra training."
Allison gulped, she knew Mark was waiting for her back at their place, and although Bullseye's muscular physique was certainly a tempting sight, she was loyal to Mark.
As if sensing her hesitation, Bullseye leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Look, I get it. You've got a boyfriend, and that's cool. But let's just say, things are different here, and you look like a girl that might have a hard time being satisfied with just a civilian."
"W-what do you mean?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.
Bullseye merely smiled, a mixture of mischief and allure. "Let's just say, civilians can rarely keep up with the needs of supers like us. They dont have the stamina." He paused, his eyes daring her to accept his proposal. "So, will I see you later, Nightshade? No strings attached, just two sidekicks blowing off some steam."
Allison felt a rush of excitement mixed with trepidation. She knew she shouldn't even be entertaining the idea, but the prospect of a secret tryst within the Fortress of Justice was straight out of the erotic novels she used to read when she was younger. Mark was her rock, her pillar of support, but this place seemed like a world of its own, where rules could be bent and desires explored.
Flustered, Allison shifts uncomfortably in her seat. The heady atmosphere and Bullseye's brazen proposition had her both intrigued and disgusted. She knew this was treacherous territory. Glancing around the cafeteria, she realised she needed a moment to process this encounter.
"I, uh, I should get going." Allison stood abruptly, almost spilling her tray. "It's been great chatting, Bullseye, but I need to, uh, prepare for tomorrow's training."
Bullseye raised gracefully, his expression understanding. "Of course, gorgeous. Take your time. I'll be around if you change your mind." He winks playfully, his tone light and nonchalant.
Allison offers a faint smile and a brief wave before turning and hurrying out of the cafeteria, her thoughts a tempest of intrigue and uncertainty.
Back in the privacy of her room, Allison slumps against the door, her body hot. Her eyes fell upon her communicator, and she knew what she needed to do. Flicking it on, she dialled Mark's code, eager to see his familiar face and ground herself in their shared reality beyond the Fortress' walls. The screen flickers to life, and Mark's sleep-tousled form appears, his face lighting up with a grin.
"Hey, Alli! How's it going? Did you kick some ass today?" His voice is groggy, but his affection for her shined through.
The sight of him filled Allison with relief and an unexpected surge of longing. She realises how much she missed him, despite their recent passionate send-off.
"Hey, you." She attempted to still her racing heart and calm her flustered demeanour. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. It's been a crazy day."
As they fell into easy conversation, Allison felt her tense shoulders relax. Mark's presence, even through the video call, is a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. Yet, in the back of her mind, Bullseye's proposition lingered.
"So, what's with the new outfit?" Mark asked, his eyes lighting up with curiosity as he took at her attire.
"Oh, this?" Allison's hand went self-consciously to the emblem between her breasts. "It's my new superhero outfit. The Outfitter here at the Fortress made it for me. What do you think?"
Mark's gaze intensified, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the tight-fitting suit, accentuating her curves. "Wow, Alli... It's, um... pretty revealing, isn't it? Not that I'm complaining," he added hastily.
Allison laughed, a mix of embarrassment and delight. "Yeah, it is. I wasn't expecting it to be so, well, form-fitting. But it's supposed to be intimidating, you know? Show that I mean business."
"Intimidating, huh?" Mark's eyebrows raised. "Well, it's definitely got my attention. You look like a total badass, but also... sexy." He bit his lip, his expression turning playful. "Do they want you to flash the villains or something?"
Allison laughed, with a cute staccato. "No, I don't think so. But, honestly, the way you're staring at me... it's making me wonder if you're imagining me flashing more than just the villains." She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, giving someone a little private show. Maybe I should give you a demonstration." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, and she stepped closer to the communicator, "I could show you just how revealing this outfit can be."
"Yes please!" Mark goofily nodded his head.
Allison's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sauntered towards the bed, her fingers trailing along the curve of her hips. "You like it, huh?" she purred, her voice lowered and sultry.
"Hell yeah, I do." Mark's voice cracked, his eyes glued to the screen as Allison began to slowly peel off her gloves, one finger at a time. She knew how to tease, drawing out the anticipation.
"It's not every day you get to see your girlfriend in a super-suit, is it?" Allison continued, her eyes never leaving the screen as she let her gloves fall to the floor. "Might as well give you a proper show."
Mark swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to speak. "God, Alli... You have no idea how hot you look right now."
With a playful smile, Allison slowly unlaced her top, pausing to maintain the suspense. As Allison slipped her top from her shoulders, a vision flashed through her mind of Bullseye's hands roving over her body, measuring, caressing. She shook her head slightly, dispelling the unwanted intrusion. Mark was here; he was all that mattered in this moment.
"Like what you see?" she teased, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her skirt, ready to reveal more.
"Oh, I love it," Mark groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea what this is doing to me, Alli."
Allison smiled softly, feeling powerful and desired. She knew how to drive Mark wild, and she relished in the effect she had on him. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it and leaving her clad in only her panties.
"Fuck, Alli," Mark whispered hoarsely, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of her curvaceous figure. "You're killing me here."
"You wish you were here don't you?" Allison teased, her hands roaming over her body, tracing the outlines of her breasts and hips. She was getting lost in the sensation, Allison relished the feel of her own skin and began to touch herself more intimately.
Mark had already began to touch himself, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Love it, Alli. You're so fucking beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
As Allison moved her hands over her body, her mind flashed to the cafeteria. Her eyes locked with Mark's, but she saw Bullseye's confident smile, his piercing blue eyes daring her to take him up on his offer.
"You're so beautiful, Alli," Mark whispered, his breath ragged as he watched her through the screen. "I wish I was there with you."
"Mmm, I wish you were too," Allison purred, her fingers trailing down to the waistband of her panties. She slid them slowly down her thighs, stepping out of them and leaving herself completely bare.
Mark's breath stopped, unable to look away from the sight of Allison's naked body.
Allison begins to pleasure herself, her eyes fluttering closed as her fingers entered her. She moaned softly. "Oh, Mark... it feels so good."
Mark's eyes widened, his body tensing as he watched Allison touch herself. He couldn't help but mirror her actions, his hand moving frantically as he whispered her name.
Allison arched her back, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Mark... oh God, I'm close..."
"Me too, Alli," Mark groaned, his eyes fixed on the screen as he stroked himself desperately. "Come for me, baby."
As Allison's climax washed over her, her eyes flew open and she cried out, "oh Bullseye!"
Her eyes widened in shock at her own words, and she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, trying to stifle the accidental confession.
"Yeah baby, bullseye, hit that spot." Fortunately Mark didn't know the significance of Allison's words." Mark came shortly there after.
"Sorry Marky, I got to go. Love you." Allison quickly turned off the communicator before Mark could reply, she laid there panting, trying her best to keep out the intrusive thoughts.
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