Shit I’m going to be late. Candice Clayton popped her baggy floral peasant blouse and long pleated skirt over her white and gold tights quickly dressing as a civilian in the abandoned phone booth in the alley. Lucky for her, bohemian chic was the newest trend this season so looking dowdy for work gave her an excuse. Tucking her blonde hair underneath her brunette wig and sporting some designer nerdy frames, Candice looked like you average plain Jane except that her real persona as the super heroine Acolyte did very little to downplay her natural beauty. Checking one last time that her cape was not showing beneath her oversized blouse, Candice replaced her gold stiletto boots with some comfortable flats inconspicuously blending among the citizens of Utopia City.
Already Candice’s super hearing picked up the conversations of Utopia City’s residents as they discussed their opinions of living alongside crime fighting champions and super powered heroes. Though their perspectives ranged from tolerance to harsh criticisms, one thing had been certain. Citizens of Utopia City appreciated heroes being present. They serve a purpose in the grand scheme of things. Therefore, Candice’s reasons for being late to work were justifiable. She had to stop a bank robbery in progress and save a family from a burning building. That is what super heroes do. They protect the world and save lives.
Candice sprinted down the street. Just ten more blocks to go. Normally, she would fly faster than a speeding jet but she did not want to blow her secret identity as featured fashion columnist for Catwalk magazine. The leading fashion magazine in the world! Many of her peers would kill for her position and probably have but someone with Candice’s credentials had nothing to fear from ambitious coworkers. Plus, it also helps that she had superhuman strength, the power of flight, invulnerability, the ability to shoot ice beams from eyes, and can breathe fire. With all these special talents, fear would be the last thing that Candice would ever face. She finally inhaled a sigh of relief as she made her way through the revolving doors of Brady Print Inc.
Catwalk Magazine
Custodian’s Closet
Fashion Assistant Frank Ingalls could not believe his luck. The Russian male model he had been ogling during the photo shoot wanted to hook up with him right there in the janitor’s closet. Everything happened so fast as the brief introduction turned to a heavy makeout session to Frank dragging the clueless cutie inside for a more intimate experience.
“Look we’re going to have to make this quick,” explained Frank. “I have to be in a meeting in five minutes.”
“Da,” answered the Russian. “You suck cock good.”
“Oh great,” bitched Frank. “I have to hook up with one who doesn’t speak English. Let’s see if you understand this.”
Frank pulled down the speedos the Russian was wearing freeing the straining cock from the lycra fabric. Kneeling down, he began circulating his tongue around the pink head leaving a trail of saliva near the Russian’s urethra before finally consuming the long phallus into his mouth. The Russian groaned a few words in his native tongue as Frank tickled his throat with the hard cock of the male model.
“Da…good…suck…cock,” moaned the Russian repeatedly. Frank happily obliged as he suckled, licked, and slurped the hard shaft in his mouth while tickling the Russian’s scrotum in the process. Frank swallowed more of him as his face tickled the pubic hair of his male model before realizing that his hookup was almost nearing the finale.
“No…wait,” protested Frank withdrawing the cock from his mouth.
However his words proved to be futile as the Russian let out a cry before releasing his jism across Frank’s entire nose and face. Horrified and covered in spunk, Frank pushed the Russian away while frantically trying to wipe the spooge from his face with his sleeve. He rushed out of the janitor’s closet but not before bumping into Candice in the hallway.
“Bitch! Watch where you going!” he hissed.
“I can say the same for you,” she said rolling her eyes. “Look Frank, we can stand here and argue or we can both make it to the meeting. I vote for the latter.”
“Point taken,” he reluctantly agreed. “But this doesn’t mean I agree with you Miss-I-Stole-The-Featured-Fashion-Columnist-Position-From-Yours-Truly! I’m going to be promoted soon or later because of my experience and not because I kissed Catwalk’s Editor in Chief’s ass!”
“Look Frank,” explained Candice. “I earned this position based upon my merits and my hard work. I’m sorry that you’re jealous and this has ruined our friendship but for now let’s try to be civil toward one another in the workplace.”
“Like hell cunt!” snapped Frank. “Someday karma will get you for your sleazy antics and I hope I’m there to witness it!”
“Have it your way Frank,” she said with air of sarcasm in her voice. “I tried to be nice. We’re both going to be late for the meeting. Oh and Frank, you got cum on your chin.”
Sadly for Frank she was right as he quickly wiped away the last remaining remnant of his Russian lover’s fluid from his face. He trailed after Candice as they made their way to the meeting room of Catwalk magazine but suddenly stopped when they noticed atmosphere surrounded by reporters and photographers. Candice stopped an intern passing by to catch up on the details.
