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G-Lex Flex
A Shard-Strike Universe story
Written by HarmonyMotion
Commissioned by Sarge395
Shard-Strike Universe created by Au Goose

Part 1 - Ginger’s New Lifestyle

Ginger stood in the dressing room of Chic on Fleek, a clothing boutique whose slang had long since grown outdated. Luckily for them, their clothing had not.

The short, shard-enhanced blonde checked herself out in various clubbing outfits. She had promised to produce a try-on haul video for her subscribers on her website, OnlySupes.com. This little black dress adorned with shiny beads that were supposed to represent diamonds was certainly short enough, emphasizing her long, sleek legs. It also left her lightly tanned shoulders bare, something that she knew drove some of the boys crazy. She didn’t get it, but they were paying. No big deal. Give the boys (and some girls) what they want and titillate them.

Besides, to tease, she had to start with at least a modicum of modesty. And modesty was something she didn’t do a lot of.

Deciding that the dress conformed to her body well enough to show off her cinched waist and bountiful bosom, she slipped it over her head and dropped it into the “buy” pile. Standing there in the nude, she admired her own beauty.

Even centered in the outskirts, The Shard Strike in Chicago had caused a lot of damage and killed a lot of people. Just one of a multitude of cataclysms that had occurred all over the world and scientists were still unable to find any warning signs when they would appear.

But for Ginger Lexington, the lightning and the flames had been the start of her new life.

She came out of that firestorm smelling like roses, quite literally. She’d always been attractive, but a few more cup sizes never hurt. Neither did her ability to fly, her super strength, or her still underexplored and under exercised mental powers.

Enjoying her brief privacy, Ginger hovered into the air. It was always so funny when her long blonde locks floated straight up before her body! Still, she needed to get a handle on that. Can’t be doing the superhero gig looking goofy like that.

She checked out her clear, ice-blue eyes, shimmering like gems, juxtaposed with her dark eyeshadow. Giving her reflection a little wink, she knew that well-practiced action was enough to freeze any admirer for a few seconds.

Moving down her body, she cupped her breasts with her elegantly manicured fingers, massaging them gently. It was nice to be so large yet so firm, to be so heavy chested and not feel the weight of it on her back.

And the complete lack of body hair? Total fucking win. She extended one single, long leg, grateful that she’d never have to shave or wax her polished, alluring limbs ever again. Forgetting that she wasn’t actually on cam, she traced a hand languidly down her torso and past her smooth pubic mound, spreading her beautiful (and now slightly swollen!) pink folds.

“G-Lex! G-Lex, we got you some more!”

A knock on the fitting room door.

Goddammit! She was just getting into it. Why were they so damn helpful at Chic on Fleek?

Ginger opened the door, still fully in the nude. And floating. The two sales associates—one male, one female—performed a double take. Then a double double take. It was one thing to know that G-Lex was a local influencer, sex worker superstar. It was another thing entirely to be entirely gobsmacked by her beauty and power.

Smiling at the rising lust in her little helpers, Ginger could feel them succumb to her perverted influence. To her surprise, Ginger could sense the cute little brunette’s attraction more strongly than her male colleagues.

Still, they were both putty in her hands.

“Thank you very much,” she reached out and relieved the two workers of the garments they’d meticulously collected for her. Ginger examined them with a critical eye. Well, two glowing critical eyes. It was good practice for her x-ray vision. She still had trouble seeing through to the fifth dress.

“Michael, was it?”

“Yeah! That’s me, Michael!” Ryan answered.

“I really like all of these. You’re not going to charge me for these, are you?”

“Wha… but… what will we tell our manager?” He snuck a peek in the employee room where no doubt Pietra was goofing off on the company computer.

“Well, I’m going to be making a try-on haul video. Put it on ShardTube and OnlySupes.com. You know about my site, OnlySupes, right?”

“Yes but… there’s no way our boss will go for that. It’s like the 4th influencer request this month already...” Ryan bit his lip, feeling guilty about not helping out their local superheroine.

“I’ll even give you two a subscription to my site for free,” Ginger languidly traced her fingers over her tingling breasts and gave her cherry pink nipple a pinch.

“Yes, G-Lex! Yes! Ryan and I will cover the price! We’ll… we’ll buy it with the employee discount. For you!” Charlotte gushed.

“Charlotte!” Ryan gasped at her outburst. He hadn’t volunteered for this!

“Who the hell is Ryan?” Ginger asked.

“This guy!” she pointed at him with her thumb and turned to face him. “Michael! Ryan! Whatever! Who cares what your stupid name is! We’re buying her the dresses in exchange for her subscription!”

“I… I can’t afford to! I have to buy a gift for my mom! Her birthday’s coming up. You’re on your own, Charlotte!”

“What!? I can’t afford all this by myself!” the brunette sales associate protested.

“Now, now,” Ginger shushed them both. Her eyes glowed as she focused on the pair, exerting her will. “You’ll just spend a little less money to be able to afford these clothes for me, won’t you? Besides, your employee discount must be good...”

Charlotte succumbed immediately. “Yes, G-Lex. I will submit to you. I will spend less on myself and save every spare penny to be able to afford your clothes.”

“Charlotte!?” Ryan gasped, shocked at her droning voice.

“Michael. Look at me,” Ginger ordered.

She knew she could break him with lust and seize control of his mind, albeit briefly. She just had to seduce him a little more. Really make him yearn for her.

He gulped and obeyed.

Ginger advanced upon him, her short stature not a problem. Hovering above his line of sight, she forced him to crane his neck upward to look into her eyes as she’d ordered, establishing just exactly who held all the power in this exchange.

With a mischievous smile and a little raise of her eyebrow, she captured his full attention. Her facial expression alone carried untold promises of naughty, sexual interest.

Ryan gasped at her lusty attention, his lust becoming more and more palpable to the empowered blonde woman.

“I… I can’t! I just can’t!” he moaned and begged.

Ginger brought her calf to his groin, inserting her long limb between his own trembling ones. She flew up and down, gently mashing her perky breasts into his face as her coltish leg grinded away at his quickly engorging member. He was shocked by her direct attack. He tried to back away, but Ginger just kept pace with him until he was pinned against the wall in the hallway of the dressing area.

“Wait… G-Lex!” He placed his arms on her subtly defined yet invulnerable abs and tried to push her off to no avail.

“Nah. Don’t think so. I can see you like this. No, I can feel that you like this. So big and hard already!”

In a few fateful erotic seconds, Ginger had teased him to his full, virile girth just by rubbing his dick with her leg and gently bumping his boiling loins with the bridge of her foot.

It was more than enough. Her eyes glowed as she seized control of his mind immediately.

“Yes, G-Lex… I’d be happy to buy it for you…”

“What a good boy and good girl you two are. If you pick out really nice clothes, I’ll let you make out with each other. And maybe a little more. Would you like that?”

“Yes, G-Lex,” they both droned.

Ginger grinned. Her pussy was dripping nectar. These two were cute! It would be a good show.

“Are you attracted to each other?” she asked.

“Yes,” replied Mark.

“A little,” replied Charlotte.

“Well, you’re very attracted to each other now.”

The two little puppets met eyes. Each sucked in a deep breath.

“Now be good, and fetch me at least five more dresses. You’ll pay for those too. And then, I’ll let you touch each other. But no touching until then!”

The two threw their selections at Ginger and immediately dashed back into the store.

“And look for something with a deep, plunging neckline! To show off my breasts oh hell they’re already gone.”

Ginger went back into the fitting room, not bothering to close the door. She’d already gotten the pair to close the shop for her exclusive browsing. It was a shame. Now nobody would be around to stare at the enormous bulge Michael or Ryan or whatever was sporting for her. Oh well. Tradeoffs.

Still floating, Ginger tried on all the outfits they'd selected for her. A red, backless, bandage dress that left her arms bare and a wonderful V down her torso. High slits on either side of her shapely thighs as well. Damn, they’d selected well.

Another one, two pieces this time. A tan, pleather mini-skirt that sat high on the waist, making her long legs seem even longer. And a black top that also presented her swollen bust at its very best.

Ginger made a mental note to buy more nipple tape.

“We’ve got more, G-Lex.” Her two loyal servants, for now at least, had returned.

She loved every outfit. The only hard part would be choosing which order to try them on in order to maximize the titillation to really get her viewers going. A prelude to the camshow she would put on.

Ryan and Charlotte both waited obediently as they watched their mistress try on thousands of dollars of clothing.

“This is great, guys. Really good work. You guys know how to pick ‘em.”

“Can… can we…” Ryan begged.

“G-Lex, please let us make out!”

“Okay, but only after you pay for my clothes,” Ginger ordered.

The two cashiers followed meekly and bow-legged, their lust under her complete control, their wills totally broken until their burning passion would finally subside and they would be free of Ginger’s devastating tease.

“Go ahead now,” Ginger waved dismissively. The two cashiers badged into the register and rang up her haul with trembling hands. The bill came out to $2,500. Employee discount, $1,250.

“Now pay,” Ginger ordered ruthlessly.

They split the cost in half and looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Security sensors?” Ginger laughed, dragging it out. She could have removed them herself, but this was much more fun.

The two whimpered as they struggled to hold the little security widgets in the machine, let alone pull hard enough to get it off smoothly. Ginger laughed at their weakness and frailty.

Finally, all eight dresses were hers, haphazardly stacked in some paper bags. It occurred to Ginger that she really ought to have some boy toy carry all of her shopping around for her.

The two associates looked at her pleadingly once more, their credit balances slightly worse off than before, their lust not at all diminished.

“Okay, go ahead,” Ginger waved dismissively. “Make out. Make sure to grope each other. Get underneath the clothes… nice and gentle.” She took out her phone and began to record.

“No… please don’t…” Ryan protested, Ginger’s control wavering a little.

Ginger opened her blouse, revealing her glorious, upstanding breasts to him. All further protests were doused as his mind succumbed to Ginger’s mental dominance whilst his lust burned hotter.

Turning his attention back to his co-worker, Ryan and Charlotte necked with reckless abandon as their hands explored each others’ bodies. They moaned and kissed like desperate, inexperienced teenagers all while Ginger laughed.

“Okay, maybe go a little further too. Second base.”

Ryan struggled to remove Charlotte’s bra from underneath her tight blouse, while Charlotte’s hands roamed toward Ryan’s crotch. She fumbled against the button of his jeans before finally getting it undone, unzipping his pants. His erect manhood was already poking out from the elastic waistband of his tighty whities.

Frustrated by Ryan’s clumsy efforts, she brushed his arms aside, reaching behind herself. Soon, her plain white bra came undone, and the brunette associate slid it off her shoulders from underneath her shirt.

“Yes, that’s it, really go at it. Ryan, you need some practice! Come on, massage her breasts better! The nipples aren’t dials! You can’t just turn them! Can’t you finger her properly?”

Meanwhile, Charlotte found an opportunity to spit on her hand and swirl her palm over Ryan’s angry cockhead. A few strokes from Charlotte’s swirling fingers, the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh... combined with a tight squeeze over his steely cock and a few good, strong pumps got him to blast all over his torso.

“Fuck!!!” Ryan screamed out. “G-Lex!!!!”

Ginger laughed hearing her name called out amidst his exploding ecstasy.

Luckily for Ryan, Ginger had Charlotte wound up so tightly that even his inexperienced and uncontrolled ministrations were enough to get his colleague off. As he pressed against her sopping clit, hand trembling violently, she began to orgasm as well, shuddering in ecstasy.

“G-Lex! G-Lex! I’m coming!!” Charlotte screamed.

“You don’t say,” Ginger smirked, enjoying her now fading control.

Finally, the lust subsided from both parties.

Ginger held up the recording on her phone.

“Now remember, don’t tell this to anyone,” she warned the droopy, recovering pair. “Or I just might release this. Or show your boss what you’ve done.”

“No… please…” Charlotte was the first to recover. Ginger could still feel the girl’s fading lust for her.

“On the other hand, if you’re good, I might come back and visit you again sometime. How does that sound?”

Ryan whimpered as he slumped behind the counter.

Ginger laughed and turned about face. She didn’t want them to see the grimace of pain and effort on her face and reveal that she’d gone way past her still modest limits of mind control.

“Oof, that was a doozy. Need to work on that more,” she muttered to herself as she walked out of Chic on Fleek with two bags full of clothing.

The mercenary superheroine flew back to her luxury apartment in downtown Chicago. Taking her time and enjoying the trip, she zoomed in with her limited telescopic vision on the cars below. Blue beemers, incredibly high end sleek supercars… flight was great and all, but damn, Ginger wanted one of those so badly. Maybe after her superheroine and sex business got off the ground some more. $10,000 per month was nothing to sneeze at.

And that didn’t include her mercenary efforts. She’d negotiated a $20,000 deal with the local government when one of the overpass bridges had begun collapsing, due to “unknown” forces. That was the not so secret keyword for paranatural involvement. She’d hovered there, thin wisps of hair poking out in every direction, arms outstretched underneath the concrete structure while the police redirected traffic. Some local traces with mild levels of super strength or telekinesis did the work of getting the rest of the cars off the crumbling, fractured area.

Busybodies groused about the fact that she charged money for her heroic efforts. When she found out the value that she’d really generated and the paltry sum that she had charged, she got even angrier. That was so much money she left on the table! Maybe what G-Lex needed was an agent.

Or maybe she could cause some “accidental” mayhem, like when she’d first gotten her powers. She was in full control now, and with that came the knowledge of how to recreate the havoc she’d first wrought. She’d been a bit of a bad girl.

Maybe another day. Ginger barely noticed the wind whipping against her face or the sound of the honking bumper to bumper traffic below her. Thank fuck she didn’t have to wade through that. But she sure as hell still wanted some sort of hotrod.

Ginger arrived at her 10th floor apartment balcony. Landing on the outcropping, she touched down in her hip sneakers, her blonde hair finally coming to rest as she deactivated her flight. Why use the lobby entrance like the rest of her only-human neighbors?

Sliding the glass door open, she kicked off her trainers and placed her “shopping” next to the couch. Now this was the life. She grew up relatively poor—never imagining that she would be able to afford an apartment like this. Sure, she fantasized about stringing some rich, lonely techies around, but to have this level of comfort all to herself… It was a dream come true!

And now she wanted more.

She regarded the wide open space of her living room, her wide-screen high definition TV, and even a modest kitchen space which she never used. She’d made no attempts to hide herself when she started her online sex work. Like a proper 21st century woman, she felt empowered and liberated by her sexuality. And the shard strike certainly hadn’t hurt in exalting her further. Her quantum-enhanced body could do things now no ordinary woman could even attempt and she could do them for hours…

Her glowing blue-eyed angel face was plastered all over the internet. Sex ads, video game advertisements, dating sites, and sometimes, even her own personal brand.

Beep beep.

What the hell was that? If that sound had been grating in her ear before she’d mastered her enhanced hearing, it was sure to drive her insane.

Ginger scanned the floor with her x-ray vision. The walls peeled away slowly, one at a time. But the more objects she had to look through, the soupier it got. Like wobbly jello, the surroundings began to undulate and appear orange. Jellovision.

Some new studs in the walls, like fruit in gelatin. Those hadn’t been there before. Ginger’s glowing blue eyes traced along inch by inch. Wait, where were the wires for the security cameras that were usually there?

Beep beep.

Goddammit! Ginger blinked her eyes shut, losing her x-ray vision. She winced and covered her ears. Forget that thing about having mastered her hearing. She really was going to go insane if she had to listen to that sound any more! What was it? Smoke alarm?

WIth a deep breath and a slightly aching head now, Ginger tried to track down the source of that accursed squawking. The building super lived at the end of the hall. It’d be funny if it was his damn smoke alarm that was bothering her. And the sound was clearly coming from his direction, so she had a good excuse for peeking through his walls. They had a bit of history…

Ginger stared intently at the round disc installed in his ceilings. Tick tock, tick tock. She folded her legs up beneath her, sitting cross-legged in midair as the seconds drifted by. The expectation of another beep had her wincing in anticipation again.

Beep motherfuckin’ beep.

Well, it wasn’t his smoke alarm. But the fucker’s computer screen had jumped to life in sync with the sound. She peeked at the notification.

“Battery low in device HallCam4.”

That motherfucker!

Tired and tapped from her use of x-ray vision and enhanced hearing at the same time, she flew to her door and nearly ripped it off its hinges. She examined the cameras in the hallway. They were definitely not the potato cams that were set up before. No, these apparently were battery powered and looked a hell of a lot fancier than the grainy, black and white footage the old ones used to collect.

Mark Kowalski, the pervert she had to deal with, had already stolen footage of her flying down the hallways. She often went to the mail room in nothing but a bathrobe too, so he’d gotten a good peek of her body. Clearly the shitty footage was only a taste, and now he wanted more.

He tried to convince her that the cameras were for security, which was standard fare in an expensive place like this. She’d confronted him once about it, not that he remembered.

Dressed in scanty, lacey, translucent red lingerie, Ginger had wrapped herself in a soft purple bathrobe and walked over to his apartment. She knew he was in. She could hear the shuffling inside.

She’d knocked on his door and watched him with her x-ray vision. He was clearly trying to act like he wasn’t there.

“Oh Mark… it’s me, G-Lex. I think something’s wrong with my shower… the hot water’s not running, and here I am, all set to clean up. Could you please come take a look?” she asked, her voice husky, dripping allure.

She had to stifle a giggle as he suddenly changed tack and headed straight for the door. She greeted him with a triumphant smirk when it opened.

“G-Lex… I’d love to help you. Why don’t we go over to your place and take a look?” he offered.

“Actually, better idea. How about I take a shower in yours?”

Ginger could hear his heartbeat accelerate rapidly.

Before he could deny her offer, Ginger stepped past the threshold, thrusting her slender arm against the door and forcing her entry.

“G-Lex! You’re more than welcome to use my shower,” he announced a little too eagerly, shooting a glance at his computer. It did not go unnoticed to Ginger. “But… don’t you want to get a change of clothes?” he asked insincerely.

“Why? You think I’d look better with clothes on? You don’t like me like this?”

Ginger pulled away the terricloth rope that was holding her bathrobe up. She slipped the fuzzy thing off her lightly tanned shoulders and revealed her scantily clad glory to his hungry eyes.

The lacey underwear was definitely working. Ginger had never felt such strong waves of desperate lust wafting off of this pervert before. The sheer lingerie provided just the right amount of tease and coverage while still letting him see the ultimate objects of his desire.

Her cherry nipples were partially covered by the thicker parts of her bra. But there was still plenty of areola visible to Mark’s ogling eyes… not to mention those thick, pink peaks tenting her bra, presenting their wonderful, irrepressible outline to his suddenly dry mouth.

Her sex too was entirely visible, barely obscured by her translucent red panties. Her womanhood was so perfectly bare, her nether lips so pink and inviting, visibly pulsing before his lust-filled gaze.

It was almost a shame he hadn’t gotten a chance to check out the rest of Ginger’s body. She didn’t like him enough for that. As soon as his lust crested, erection straining painfully in his creaking pants, Ginger snatched control of his pliable mind in an instant.

“Have you been spying on me?” she interrogated.

“Yes,” came his immediate confession.

“Show me.”

Mark led Ginger to his computer where he stored all of the security footage from the hallways cameras.

“Wait. What’s your computer password?”

“Apple123.”

“Write it out for me on your screen so I can see it.”

He did so.

“Okay, continue.”

He navigated through his folders until he opened a folder named GLEX. From the thumbnails, all she could see was the empty hallway outside.

“These are all of the security videos that those cameras take?” GInger asked.

“No. I deleted all the rest. I just saved the ones with you in it.”

“Show me.”

He double clicked one of them. It was ten minutes long… and nothing but empty hallway.

“Where am I?” Ginger asked, peering over his shoulder intently.

“5 minutes 41 seconds,” came his reply smoothly.

“You memorized it?”

“Most of them.”

“Show me.”

He clicked the playback bar. Sure enough, a grainy Ginger floated down the hallway from the mail room and entered her apartment. The moment only lasted five seconds.

“What do you do with this?”

“Masturbate to it,” he replied, his mental defenses still absolutely shattered.

“This!?” she asked.

“Don’t wanna pay for your site. You’re so fucking sexy though. And your power too. It drives me wild. I need to edit these clips and put them all together.”

“What do you have besides me flying?” Ginger had half a mind to reach out and crush his shoulder with her fingers, but that would have broken her grip over him.

“Just that. Flying, walking. When you go fast, you’re just a blur. Cameras couldn’t capture it. I like to play it slowly. Every frame, you teleport forward. Really sexy. I’ve come to it.”

“So you’re just going to fucking masturbate to this shitty footage?” Ginger wasn’t taken aback. It’s why her patrons paid her, after all. But knowing that these crappy quality videos were enough to do the trick was an eye opener.

“No. I definitely will masturbate to it more, lots more. But I wanted to edit the clips together and try and sell them.”

Okay, that was crossing the line.

“Send me the clips. g.lex@onlysupes.com. Then delete them.”

“Yes, G-Lex,” he droned, ready to throw away his greatest treasure from her little command.

They both sat there in silence as the files took forever to upload.

“Ugh. Can’t you do this any faster?”

“Not if I have to upload. But I can give you a thumb drive.”

“Do that.”

Five minutes later, all of the videos hit his recycling bin. He deleted it.

Ginger spun him around in his office chair to face her. Even under her spell, he gasped as her beauty struck him like a physical blow, reinforcing her absolute control over him.

“Now, why don’t you sit in place there and masturbate to… this?” Ginger caressed her own marvelous body languidly, brushing her fingers along her ribcage and hefting her already impossibly perky breasts for Mark’s benefit.

Letting her flesh fill her hands, she gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, causing them to squish and jiggle. She knew just from touch that they were far too firm for a non paranatural to dent. But she wasn’t going to give Mark the pleasure of knowing that.

Mark didn’t need to be under Ginger’s mind control to be ordered to start masturbating. He was too far gone, drowning in his deepest fantasy standing right before him. He unzipped his pants without a trace of embarrassment and freed his angry erection from his boxers, gripping it in his hand. His fingers worked his shaft with experience. The sound of his slick foreskin slapping against his wet head fascinated Ginger. She hadn’t seen many uncircumcised men before.

No, she wouldn’t be turned on by this. Not for this creep.

She continued to fondle her own tits while intermittently pinching her tingling nipples. When it was clear that he was going to finish sooner or later, she gave him a parting gift before flying out of his apartment.

“And when you come, you’ll suddenly find yourself fantasizing about sucking dick. And what your cum tastes like. It’ll consume your every thought… maybe… maybe it won’t be so bad to try it, don’t you think?”

Ginger went back to her apartment as Mark’s fervent stroking increased in tempo. From inside her apartment, she could hear his groans of release as he splashed his fluid all over himself. She wasn’t sure if his lust would be too far abated for him to follow her post-orgasmic command, but a few seconds later, a loud cry of disgust rang in her ears.

Ginger guffawed.

So that fucker had updated to high definition cams. Clearly the loss of his little stash of masturbation material was too much for him to bear.

Beep beep.

Ginger flew up to the expensive camera. At least the fact that it was battery powered meant that she could dismount it and salvage it. She whistled. These things looked expensive. Expensive and conspicuous. How could she have missed this before?!

After retrieving all four of the cams—one which had been pointed directly at her door, she stashed them away in her apartment. Hell, she could probably use these for her camshows.

With the cameras out of the way, Ginger grabbed her own tripod and mounted recording device that she performed live shows with. She floated through the hallway, performing some gratuitous rotations in midair. Take that, you sleazy fuck, she petulantly thought, knowing full well that it amounted to nothing. But it made her feel good.

She extended her pinky finger and pushed it through his door lock, crumbling the primitive mechanism to pieces and letting it rattle to the floor inside his apartment.

“Hey! What’s that!?” Mark immediately came running over from wherever he was.

“Shut up, you fucking perv. Get on your knees,” Ginger snarled.

“Wait, what is this…”

“You forgot to change the batteries on your hallway cameras.”

“What cameras… I… No… you don’t think I… I didn’t…”

The sight of Mark’s face cringing in terror as all the color drained out of it was more than enough proof that he was lying. Ginger didn’t even need her super hearing to detect his sudden heart rate increase.

He tried in vain to close the door shut on his superpowered, super-gorgeous neighbor, but Ginger reached out with a slim arm and pushed it violently open. He yelped as the force of the door nearly yanked him off his feet. Instead, he clutched onto the door for dear life as the jamb saved his arm from being smashed into the wall. Strutting in, Ginger set up her tripod and camera in his squalid living room.

She saw his stash of dirty magazines in plain view on his disheveled coffee table.

“Disrespectful,” Ginger tsked.

“What are you doing here! You can’t just…” Mark moaned as he got to his feet, gathering his bravery to throw her out of his apartment.

Ginger blurred and reappeared in front of him. A warm blast of her sweet scent buffeted him, before she swiftly brought her knee into his groin, only as hard as a non-paranatural woman would.

Mark’s eyes went wide with pain as he doubled over, squirming in pain. His knees went wobbly, he reached down with his arms to cradle his aching jewels. He was about to fall to the floor, but Ginger prevented it by holding him up with an index finger under his chin.

“Like I said… disrespectful,” Ginger continued, glancing at his coffee table.

Mark tried to respond, but he could only wheeze in pain. All the strength ebbed from his body.

“Not because you have porno mags out, in case you misunderstood,” Ginger explained. “But you steal footage of me, and you don’t even have the goddamn courtesy to buy my prints and masturbate to that instead?”

“Wha…?” Mark hissed, his voice still quavering. “I… um… I don’t… masturbate… to you…”

Ginger slapped him across the cheek. Hard. She put a little bit of her paranatural strength into this one.

His face reddened immediately. Stinging pricks of pain radiated through his face. He teared up instantly. That had hurt even more than getting his balls smashed in by her knee!

“Why even lie to me?” Ginger glared at him with her soul-piercing blue eyes. “And if that weren’t a lie, then I’d actually be insulted!”

Mark now gingerly cradled his aching balls with one hand while he winced as he touched the left side of his face.

Ginger turned to his coffee table and inhaled deeply. Then, she blew as hard as she could. It ruffled the cheap publications and sent them flying off the table.

She suppressed a cough, not wanting her victim to know just how much effort that took her.

“From now on, you buy all of my prints and you masturbate to that. Understand?”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Mark pleaded.

“Now strip, you cheap, pathetic pervert.”

Mark looked up at her fearfully, unsure of how to act.

“I said strip!” Ginger raised her hand, preparing to slap the other side of his face with the back of her palm. “You want another?”

“Mm!” Mark moaned in pain and immediately began to obey.

He gripped the bottom hem of his food-stained filthy t-shirt and lifted it over his head, trying not to aggravate his aching face even worse. It worked, to a degree. Unfortunately for Mark, it also blindsided him to the backhand slap that was coming his way.

Another thunderous sound of flesh slapping flesh. Another cry of pain from Mark as his head swiveled the opposite way.

“Hurry the fuck up! I don’t have all day to film your sorry body!” Ginger admonished. “Here, let me help you.”

She flicked his arms out of the way with her fingers, bruising his noodly arms where she’d struck them with her dainty fingernails. He hadn’t even managed to get his shirt over his head. Then, she grabbed it by the collar and ripped it down the middle, not at all cautious about his well being. Her nails scratched his chest as he tried ineffectively to stop her steely, powerful yet slender arms from having their way with him.

Ginger snuck a foot between his legs and nudged the inseam of his shoe, causing him to lose his footing. As he fell sideways, she caught him like a weightless ragdoll and flipped him upside down, his head mere inches above the floor. She sliced his jeans apart as well, letting the hardy blue fabric flutter to the floor like confetti.

“Hah! You call that tiny shriveled thing your penis!? How pathetic! Maybe I don’t even want your tributes!”

She reached out and barely touched his package, causing him to wince in pain. His body still hadn’t recovered from her brutal knee into his crotch.

“Maybe you can get bigger…” Ginger remarked, puffing a warm breath of air against his little cocktail sausage of a dick. Her soft finger traced languidly across its unimpressive length, teasing and goading it to grow larger.

Mark moaned. His body was betraying him, his testicles screaming in pain even as he responded to her strong, silky touch.

And then he was a bruised heap of flesh on the floor again. Ginger had dropped him unceremoniously like a useless rag.

“Ow! Fuck!!” Mark cried as his body folded over and hit the floor.

Ginger floated over to her camera and pointed it at her super. She adjusted the zoom and focus until she was satisfied with the scene.

“Now, confess about all the invasion of my privacy,” she ordered. “And make sure to include when you were getting footage of me from the old security cams too.”

Mark sobbed as he spilled his guts about how he surreptitiously had gathered hours of Ginger coming down the hallways on tape. Absolutely mundane, mostly uninteresting stuff. He looked at her face as he confessed, trying to satisfy her wrath. Her stoic face gave away no indication of approval.

Still fearful for his life, Mark tried to mollify her by confessing about how much he masturbated to Ginger, how beautiful her body was, how much of a pathetic pervert he was for jacking off to visions of her just floating down the hallway. He confessed to spending more money than he could afford for the new, high definition cameras. He confessed to wanting to try and make profit off of the sharper videos he would collect and edit together.

He even confessed that he had a video pointed at her front door, and he desperately hoped that he could capture her making out with a lucky lover.

Ginger finally stopped the recording.

“Now, if you ever tell anyone what happened here, I’ll make this video public. We’ll see how many people sympathize with you instead of me. Haha! Can you imagine! Your parents, seeing their fat, useless son all naked and blubbering, confessing that he’s a total pervert?”

Mark whimpered.

“Now, get hard for me, you useless fuck.”

“Wha…?” Mark blubbered.

“You heard me!”

“But… it hurts!”

Ginger smiled at him sweetly. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Hearing you talk about how desperately horny I make you turned me on a little. Come on, baby, why don’t you get hard for me?” She traced her hands over her t-shirt, emphasizing her voluptuous curves. “I’m right here… you fucking jizz to grainy footage of me walking down the halls, and you’re telling me that your fantasy, in the flesh, right before you, doesn’t do it for you?”

Mark, paralyzed by shock and embarrassment, began to stiffen despite himself.

“Ooh! I don’t even need my super eyesight to see you getting all… engorged,” she giggled, using one of her favorite sexy words to tease her patrons. “Come on baby, show me what you’re really made of…”

Ginger puckered her plump, pink lips at him and blew him a mock kiss. Her breath wasn’t strong enough to knock him over or anything, but it was fierce enough to elicit a lusty moan from him as it blasted his swelling organ with nice pressure and moist warmth.

Mark began to stroke in earnest now. If this was another game of Ginger’s, what could he do but obey anyway? Besides, she had such a good public reputation… Perhaps she was just having a bad day and taking it out on him.  He was the one who was spying on her after all… And now she was apologizing, like the good girl she was.

Soon, he was as erect as he could get. He continued to stroke his bruising cock, his purple cockhead growing wetter and wetter despite the pain.

“Stop,” she ordered.

Mark groaned in lust, reluctant to obey this command. But obey he did.

“Hands behind your back. Thrust your hips out.”

He removed his hand from his organ and did as he was told.

Ginger’s expression was inscrutable for a few seconds. And then she broke out into full-blown fits of convulsing laughter.

“Is that it!?” She chortled, tears in her eyes. “That’s as large as your little prick gets?!”

“N-no… it’s… it’s because you hurt me!” He tried to lie.

Ginger appeared right before him, her movement almost a blur. She made a start at him, kicking her leg at his vulnerable manhood before stopping short.

Mark gasped in sudden fear, his erection almost shriveling away at the prospect of being so brutally tortured again.

Ginger just continued her laughter.

“Now. Remember to buy my prints. You better show me the fucking receipts. In fact, why don’t you record yourself jacking off to them, hmm? You’re so fond of taking videos and editing them. Why don’t you make a nice cumpilation of that?”

Mark whimpered and nodded.

“Oh, and you might want to protect my prints in saran wrap before you jizz your pathetic cum all over them. My beauty deserves that much, don’t you think? You can have a little cum shrine with all my photos on the wall. And maybe, just maybe, I won’t come and break your stupid little stiffy in half!”

Ginger mocked his length by extending her pinky finger, and then slammed her other hand into it as she curled it back into her fist. The thundering shockwave caused Mark to cover his ears as his terrified penis shriveled away further.

“Enjoy!”

Ginger collected her recording equipment and floated down the hallway which she knew was no longer bugged.

Part 2 - Sex (and Powers) Sells

“Don’t forget, you owe me a cum tribute today,” Ginger warned Mark ominously with her hand gripping his crotch. “Otherwise, I’ll tear this part of you right off. Bye!”

She pushed him out of her apartment, sending him crashing into the hallway wall. Then she closed the door on him.

Ginger snickered at her own machinations, enjoying driving the screws of torment into Mark. She had invited him over to have him connect his expensive cameras to her computer. He was clearly conflicted and upset about it; at some point, Ginger was almost certain he was going to ask for them back. But he seemed to think better of it.

So at least he had a brain cell besides the one in his balls.

With the four cameras pointed at her from different angles, Ginger was excited to make her new try-on haul video from Chic on Fleek. She put on her best cheery demeanor and high pitched voice and turned on the cams.

“Hey everyone, soooooo I got a bunch of new clothes from Chic on Fleek aaaaand, liiiiike… I’m gonna try it on for you guys! Hope you enjoy!”

She worked her way through the outfits, giving a shout out to Charlotte for her ‘help picking this out’ thinking the register girl might get a few more commission sales that way. Fair’s fair.

Ginger made sure to “accidentally” include a wardrobe malfunction, presenting a tiny portion of her beautifully perky, pink nipple for her audience to see. And then edited in post with a caption, “oopsie!” Some people left comments about how fake it was, especially since if she’d noticed it to call it out, she could have just blurred it. Then, others would point out that she had nude livestreams. It was a nice way to get her audience to do her marketing for her.

After she posted the video, she announced on her Messengr that she was going live.

“Sex and Powers! See me live xoxo” she typed rapidly on her keyboard before switching on the cam.

As a tease, she “sat” there at her computer desk, her bare, long legs crossed, waiting for the viewers to flood in. Let the more perceptive ones see that she had no chair and inform everyone else. Titillate, tease, and engage the audience. But give them too much, and they’d jack off at the sight of her flying in clear sight. Better to make them pay for it.

Before long, the tips started raining down on her. G_Lex_Live quickly met her $1000 incentive for uncensored flying with a big push coming from one of her biggest simps, BrokerMan. She made sure to call him out and thank him personally for always being such a huge supporter.

Ginger floated back from the desk, lying horizontal and lying completely above the table for all to see. She was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of short shorts to emphasize her slender, supple legs.

“wooooow”

“Fuck, this is real!”

“i bet youd like to float on deez nuts baby”

The chatroom flooded too quickly for anyone to follow. Ginger just giggled and waved cutely at the camera, really getting into her public persona now.

“Aww, thanks boys. I was one of the lucky ones!”

She examined her nails, subtly shifting her sleek legs and teasing her audience even more with her smooth skin and bare feet. Some stray strands of her blonde mane began to rise due to her still maturing flight powers.

“Oops!” She caught a glimpse of herself on the camera and quickly brought her hands to mat down her unruly hair. “Aw man, I hate that! It’s so embarrassing!” The look on her face was pure cheesecake, seeking reassurance from her audience.

“she’s so fuckin cute”

“ain’t nobody looking at your hair baby”

“take off your shirt”

As Ginger fussed over her hair, she floated upright, wavering back and forth a little to give people a slight view up her skirt to her lacy panties. She had to suppress a devious smile when she saw the tips pour in, with another large push coming from BrokerMan and a few more regulars.

“Oops! Looks like I have to strip for everyone now!”

She really poured on the steam now, gripping the underside of her t-shirt and dragging it up her torso slowly, showing off her marvelously flat tummy. When she got to her enormous breasts, she paused to let the magnificent swell of her underboobs hit the audience with their wonderful, lust inducing effect. Ginger cupped those feminine orbs, giggling and emphasizing that she never had to wear a bra.

“Mmm,” she purred as she dug her powerful fingers into her own enhanced, tough, luscious flesh. She’d been with non-paranaturals before, and they could never dent her breasts the way she could.

“Fuuuuuck”

“are those real goddamn”
“Fake”
“fake”
“They’re so fake”
“Who cares they look fucking hot what are you gay”
“They’re real, numbnuts.”

Licking her lips, she looked straight into the camera and gave it a little wink before taking her shirt off.

Her bare torso was completely visible now. They were so firm, so ripe, so perky, and far too large for her slim build. Which made them absolutely perfect.

The sounds of ringing donations paused for a long ten seconds. Ginger used to get upset at the faucet of money suddenly turning off, but she understood it better now. She continued to stare straight into the camera, dragging her thick, moist tongue over her ample lips as she presented her perfect breasts to her audience, completely ignoring the pull of gravity.

Twenty seconds of silence passed, accented only by Ginger’s smacking lips and seductive cooing. Then, the donations started raining in once again.

Ginger laughed openly. It was as if she could mind control them with nothing but her appearance! If only she could actually seize control of an audience this size regardless of location… What a dream!

“Aww, thank you boys!” Ginger watched the token counter tick up. “You guys like my boobs?” She jiggled them at the camera again.

Their mesmeric bouncing and swaying caused another lull in the stream of money. Ginger swelled with pride.

“Come on everyone, just $2000 more until the cum show!”

Ginger floated back to her desk and grabbed a tin of oil. She poured the container over her breasts and massaged it deeply into her skin, lathering her torso and making it all glisten.

BrokerMan chipped in another $1000 to the cheers of a happy, screaming, oiled up G_Lex_Live. She floated horizontal, presenting a close up of her glossy pink lips to the camera and blew him a kiss.

“Thank you, BrokerMan! Thank you thank you!”

In about ten minutes, Ginger had raked in the money for the main attraction.

“Guess it’s time now, everyone…” she batted her dark eyelashes at her internet audience.

She ripped off her denim shorts in a single fluid motion, letting the torn halves slide down her svelte legs. Taking her time with her panties, Ginger traced a single manicured fingernail down her torso, leaving no mark along her perfectly flat abdomen. But when the razor sharp edge of her nail reached her red lace panties, it cut right through the silky fabric, flowing down the smooth, bare, fragrant skin of her mound and tracing the outline of Ginger’s perfect labia.

“Mmm,” she moaned. It wasn’t an act. Her clit was so sensitive ever since the transformation. The feeling of her finger caressing it, even lightly enough to only carve through her panties was enough to get her going.

She couldn’t resist stroking it a bit more. She brought her knees to her chest, still floating in midair. Her marvelously sculpted butt was on display as she spread her legs, giving the audience a huge erotic thrill.

The ring of money was slowing down, but all Ginger could focus on was the sound of her finger slipping over her slick flesh. Her dense, toughened body was flushing with the heat of arousal as she continued to swirl circles over her sweltering, needy nub.

Before she could fully lose herself, she quickly floated over and grabbed the steel dildo she’d prepared for this show.

“Now boys… I’ve got a surprise goal for you all to meet… I’m going to fuck myself with this dildo, but if y’all pitch in another $1000, I’ll do my best to squash it inside of my pussy. You like that? Want to see me obliterate steel with my vagina?” She tapped the hunk of solid steel on the corner bedpost, letting everyone hear the ringing of cold, hard steel.

BrokerMan immediately pitched in $1000.

“Oh fuck! BrokerMan!! This one’s for you!!” she squealed. The chat cheered him on.

“Ohhh… cold…” Ginger shivered for show as she teased her outer lips with the pointed tip of her phallic object. She brought it up to her mouth and teased the tip with her tongue, giving the camera another close up view of her pearly white teeth and steamy breath.

Sucking on the curved tip for real now, she thrust it against her cheek, prodding her own cheek. With the phallus still in her mouth, she winked at the camera and sank her teeth into it, just a millimeter. The squeal of the metal was buried by her sexy mouth, but she removed the object from her mouth with a wet pop and displayed it up close for the camera.

“Holy fuck!”

“Hey girl, watch the teeth!!”
“ouch”

Another flood of tokens.

Ginger laughed as she reclined in midair once again, using her now warmer sex toy to prod her tight, gripping folds once again. She spread those pink lips for her audience’s enjoyment before slowly inserting her bite-branded dildo inside.

Taking her hands off the metal flange, she let her super pussy do some of the work. Her tight and powerful love canal sucked on the metal, tugging it deeper and deeper as her lips drooled her sexual fluid. The metal dildo twitched in response to her pleasure as if alive.

“FUUUUUUUCK ME THAT’S HOT!”

“christ”

Most of the chat had started to die down. It was clear they were far too preoccupied to be using their keyboards any longer.

That went for Ginger as well. The audience and the environmental sounds of the traffic outside were a long forgotten backdrop. So was the blaring light that she had to shine on herself for these camshows. Azure eyes closed, stray locks of blonde hair sticking out, Ginger grabbed the dildo by its thicker end once again. Her fingers clenched hard as she thrust it fully inside of her. The metal groaned as her digits sunk into it, leaving deep dents. Meanwhile, her needy canal welcomed the lifeless penis inside of her, gripping and pressing, massaging and pounding the metal out of shape.

Ginger began to see stars inside of her lidded eyes. Her thrusts increased in speed and intensity, battering her sensitive, swelling core. Her hands and the metal were racing. Her rigid, trembling legs soon followed suit.

Her breasts remained upright and perky on her chest, jiggling and bouncing seductively with every movement. Her pink nipples were so erect, they were clearly visible even from the audience’s horizontal vantage point. For some, the full expanse of her incredible, oiled, feminine chest overshadowed even the inhumanly fast show she was putting on.

Finally, her body stopped bouncing mid-air. Her fingers sank through the metal with one final squeeze. Her legs seized up, twitching once, twice, and then…

Her scream echoed through the apartment complex.

The walls rattled. Ginger thrashed wildly in the air, a thin sheen of sweat beading on her forehead. She twisted and turned as her toes curled and pointed right at the camera, a volcanic eruption detonating through her paranatural body as molten metal dribbled from her cleft, sending up puffs of smoke where the glowing droplets scorched her bed.

“Fuck!!” she cried, as her glistening cum trickled off her lips.

Her erratic twitching finally stopped. Her hand was still on the pulverized dildo. Her body went limp and relaxed, and Ginger rotated back to a standing position with her feet still inches above the floor.

“Fuuuck… thanks everyone… especially you, BrokerMan,” she extracted the unrecognizable sex toy from her inexorable womanhood. “This one,” she waved the misshapen lump in front of the camera, “for you.”

Presenting her breasts one last time as she leaned forward, Ginger turned off her livestream.

Ginger was in a private chat with BrokerMan, free of charge.

“BM, what the fuck! My investments are DOWN! I lost $5,000 today! You said I would make money!”

“Please relax. It’s just a normal fluctuation.”

“It’s NORMAL to lose money!? Why the fuck did I ever listen to you! You fucking tricked me with your advice! Is this where you get all the money to tip me!?”

“NO! I told you, I don’t see your money! You’re not even going through my brokerage! Besides, what’s the lifetime net on your investment?”

“It’s green. Up 3%.”

“See? So you made money.”

“3 fucking percent! That’s like nothing!”

“3% of not a lot is nothing. You just need to keep building.”

A pause. Then Ginger typed back.

“Ok. Fine. Sorry I yelled. I appreciate you, BM. Really sorry.”

“No worries. I get it. Hey, interesting video you uploaded the other day.”

“What, my try on haul? If you want to sext, I have to charge you. You know that.”

“No. Your collab with SwitchyGirl. Were a lot of people asking you to be a sub? It wasn’t my thing, but I can see how it could be sexy.”

“What? Is this some kind of joke? Who the fuck is SwitchyGirl?”

“What do you mean is this some kind of joke? I bought it from SwitchyGirl’s site when I saw you were in it. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

“SwitchyGirl!? What!? Show me!”

“Okay… I’ll upload it… I really liked when you fucked some male guests, but this really didn’t seem like you…” BrokerMan sent the video a few minutes later.

Ginger scrolled through the video. It really did look like a typical camgirl setup—a bedroom view with blank walls to hide any sort of personal information, some sex toys on a nightstand… about as cookie cutter as you could get. This room happened to be one of the clean ones. Ginger couldn’t be bothered to tidy up like that. She was a little envious.

But soon, any feelings of admiration went away. Someone entered the frame.

She couldn’t believe her eyes. It really was her in the flesh. With a dark-skinned knockout of a girl, holding Ginger’s hand and seemingly leading her around some foreign room.

“Hi everyone… look who I have today! She’s agreed to a collaboration! Anyone know who she is?

“That’s right! It’s G-Lex! The one and only! G-Lex, why don’t you say hi?”

‘Hi everyone, like… ohhhhh maiiiiiii godddddddd! I’m sooooo happy to be here with Mistress!” Her doppleganger or whatever greeted the audience.

Ginger cringed. What the fuck was that voice? She sounded like a total ditz! And what was this business about her mistress?!

“Aw, isn’t she hot? Look at that body! I’m so glad you agreed to this, G-Lexypoo!”

“Thanks for making me your little slave pet, Mistress!”

What. The. FUCK!

“Now G-Lex… my viewers and some of yours already paid enough to help me meet all the incentives. So, let’s get started, shall we? Why don’t you get naked and kiss my feet? And be a good dear and make sure to show off some of that nice flying, won’t you?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Did you donate a fuckton to this… conniving bitch!?” Ginger furiously typed at BrokerMan.

“No! I told you, I didn’t know this was happening! I would’ve donated to you directly if I’d known…”

Ginger went back to the video. She gasped as she watched this… clone of herself hover into the air. And her long blonde hair rose first, as if touched by static electricity. Fuck! It really was her!

“Holy fuck BM! I think that really is me!” she typed as she watched the events unfold.

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Don’t get fresh with me. I’ll break your arms. Oh my god, I’m really kissing her feet. FUck mE! I’m SUKCing ON HER TOES!?”

“Uh, you might want to turn off the vid. It… it gets worse. I really thought this was unlike you, but I figured you were probably being paid a lot. Or really hamming it up.”

“OMG!! I WOULD NEVER DO THIS! I’M BEGGING HER!? I BET I COULD BREAK HER!”

“You okay, G-Lex?”

“NO WAY SHE’S BENDING MY ARMS BACK! WHY AM I SCREAMING OBVIOUSLY MY ARMS ARE OK RIGHT NOW! THIS GIRL IS A FUCKIN PUSSY! I’M GONNA RIP HER FUCKING HEAD OFF! FUCK!!!!”

“Hey, G-Lex… I’ll catch you later okay? I’m gonna… go do something else. Anything else. Sorry.”

“BM YOU FUCKER YOU COME BACK HERE I NEED YOU”

“Pardon?”

“YOU HEARD ME I’LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE”

“You mean it? You should probably calm down… I’ll ask you again later if you really mean it.”

“DON’T BE A PUSSY BM YOU NEED TO HELP ME GET BACK AT THIS BITCH!”

Part 3 - Simpin Ain’t Easy

Brian Merricks sat on a park bench just outside of the windy city proper, relieved that the region wasn’t living up to its name today. The last thing he needed was to be buffeted by chilly high pressure air currents. He was under enough pressure as it was.

“It’s G-Lex! Look, it’s her!”

Ginger floated through the air, smiling brightly and waving at her random admirers. She landed next to the bench where Brian sat, her hair falling to rest as she touched down with her trendy, expensive sneakers. He recognized that pair. He’d bought it for her from her wishlist.

“BrokerMan?” she asked.

“Uh, wow. It’s really you. Um… hi G-Lex,” Brian muttered shyly as he averted her piercing gaze. “Nice shoes.”

He was having a difficult time not checking out her body, right then and there. And what a body it was! She was dressed in skintight leggings, a sports bra that showed off her tiny waist and trim midsection, not to mention leaving as much of her large breasts on display as possible while still being decent—or close to it, anyway.

And how was he supposed to talk to a girl who knew that he masturbated to her? She had to know. All that money he’d given her, all that support, all that attention… he’d even admitted it to her in private. How much he liked watching her crush things with her super strength, especially by inserting objects into her pussy or her cleavage…

Ginger traced his surface thoughts, which was the full extent of her mental powers so far. She could see the visions of her floating through his head. This guy really was a simp. He’d fallen hard under her spell.

Good. Ginger was relieved. Not only was he rich and intelligent (which she judged from his obvious spending as well as their chats), he was shockingly good-looking too. Not in phenomenal shape by any means—he was no Marathon, of course—but he seemed to take care of himself. Dark coiffed hair, pale skin, strong jaw. She could have done worse. Much worse.

And with his overwhelming lust and embarrassment, she could imprint her will on him at any moment.

“Is this how you talk to all girls?” Ginger teased him after a full minute of silence.

“Um. Sorry. I thought you might be playing a prank on me, you know. I almost didn’t show up here. But if it was true… it was too good a chance to pass up. Besides, if I didn’t show and you did, you might just find and kill me. I was trying to figure out if I should flee the city and disappear, because I know you’re pretty local…”

“Oh my god, BM. You’re really not good at this real life thing, are you? How much of this meeting did you think through?”

“I think I had about ten me-showing-up and being stood up. A lot more of both of us showing up and you having a camera and just… humiliating me.” He was quiet for a moment. Ginger picked up his thoughts.

“And way, way, way more of us fucking, right?”

Brian choked on his spit. Now he really couldn’t bear to meet Ginger’s eyes.

“Oh come on, BrokerMan. I know you fucking jerk off to me. Relax. In fact, this should be a lot easier because of it. First of all, I am not calling you BrokerMan anymore. If we’re gonna be fucking, I want to know your name.”

“You… you really mean it!?” he asked excitedly.

“Christ, keep your voice down!” Ginger shushed him. People were staring. “Now, name?”

“Brian. Brian Merricks.”

“I’m Ginger Lexington. Nice to meet you.”

“Heh. Thanks.” He looked up at her for the first time and sucked in a deep breath as he felt himself swallowed in her icy gaze.

Ginger chuckled and extended a hand. Brain took it. Her skin was so soft, so warm, and her grip was so firm!

She put a little more into the handshake than necessary, giving him a taste of what lay in store for him. He winced in pain even as his heartbeat raced, pure red-blooded lust swishing in his veins.

“Ah, uh. Nice shoes,” he tried to play it cool as he desperately attempted to remove his hand from hers.

She stuck out a svelte leg, letting him admire her tight calves and supple thighs.

“Thanks! I remember this pair, by the way. You got them for me. See? I care.”

Brian surged with pride.

“This outfit too. It’s thanks to your money. See? I can be appreciative.”

“I’m honored, Ginger. Really. This is… wow. Can we go to a cafe or something?”

“Ooh! He wants to take me on a date, is that it?”

“Heh, yeah. I suppose,” his cast his eyes downward again, terrified of her answer.

“Funny order we do things in. How many times have you come for me? And only now do we go on a date. Yeah, let’s go. And I hope it goes without saying: you’re buying.”

“Okay!”

The two sat in Dark Matter Coffee. Brian bought himself an espresso, while Ginger ordered a large, sweet, milky abomination with a few extra injections of caramel. How did she maintain that stellar figure? Those shards were really a wonder.

She was wearing her shades and had covered up her breasts, making sure that people couldn’t see them spilling off the sides of her slender torso. Without those headlights capturing everyone’s gaze, Ginger was able to remain incognito.

“So what do you need from me?” Brian asked. “Um, not more money, I hope. I really spend a ton on you already…”

“No, not that. And I really mean it. I appreciate it. I’m not gonna rinse you any more than you already rinse yourself. This is a lot more important.”

“Okay. Sounds serious. What is it?”

“I want you to help me track down SwitchyGirl.”

“What? Why me?”

“You’re smart. And from what I can tell, you’re loyal. Those assholes in my chat call you a white knight like it’s an insult. But it’s true, in a sense. Help me find this girl. Where she lives, what her powers are, what her weaknesses are, everything about her.”

“I don’t know if I can…”

“Ugh! My cowardly white knight.”

“Ginger! What am I supposed to do! If she overpowered you like that…”

“She did NOT overpower me!” Ginger slammed her fist on the little circular table, breaking off a huge chunk of it. “Oh fuck.”

She had all the attention of the cafe now.

“Shit. Let’s go somewhere else. Come on.”

“Hey! You gotta pay for that!” A manager yelled from behind the bar.

But Ginger had Brian in her grasp and was escaping at super speed,  dragging him behind her.

“Sorry. But she didn’t overpower me. See? My arms are fine, right? There’s no way something like that could have hurt me.”

“Did you really have to demonstrate it on my arms!?” Brain wailed, cradling his shoulder.

“My bad. I’ll make it up to you. Besides, you’re going to be hurting a lot worse after I fuck you and have my way with you.”

“You… you really mean it?”

“Yeah. You want it? I could mindfuck you into wanting it, but I need you for your smarts, like I already told you. I don’t want to betray you.”

“Why this obsession with her? I mean, you’re okay, right?”

“How can someone so smart be so fucking stupid!? She raped my mind, okay!” Ginger had selectively decided to leave out that that was something she could do as well, to some limited capacity.

Ginger played it up, making it sound a lot worse than it was. The truth was, mind control to varying degrees was so present in the post Shard Strike world that the terrifying implications had been… well, people weren’t so fazed by it anymore. For all practical purposes, the power wasn’t enough to get anyone to do something truly heinous. And if they did… well, apparently they were capable enough to keep it a secret.

Still, there were terrifying paranaturals out there. Some were even in specialized prisons.

That was it!

“Why don’t you ask the authorities?”

“The authorities!? What the hell could they do about it!? She’d probably mindfuck them too!”

“I mean, they have people who resist it. And people who null paranaturals too. Hey! Why don’t you ask some people like the Golden Guard! You’re already so powerful… I bet they’d be happy to help you in return for a small favor.”

“Fuck no! No teams! I don’t wanna owe them anything!”

“Come on Ginger, they’re good guys.”

“Bullshit. Don’t trust it. Right now, you’re one of the only ones I do trust. You wanna be in my circle of trust, or not?”

She opened her coat and traced a perky nipple, its delectable outline clearly visible underneath her stretchy bra.

“Fine. What do you need from me? It’s not gonna be… dangerous, is it?”

“No. I just want you to find her. Research her. Maybe handle some of my business. Investments and stuff. You were already giving me advice. Why don’t you just do it for me?”

“You could just open an account with our brokerage.”

“No, fuck that! You told me the fees were huge, remember?”

“Oh yeah. I did say that,” Brian admitted sheepishly.

“You suggested I do some stuff myself. Passive… funds… fuck, I don’t know what it was. I just did what you told me. This shit is so boring, but I want the money.”

“Passively indexed funds. It’s a good vehicle for…”

“Ahhhh! I don’t want to talk about it! Just fucking fix it for me.”

“I do this for work. A lot of work. Trading takes up 18 hours of my day. I don’t want to actively trade your money as well. You’d take it badly if I lost money, with none of the safety net of our brokerage. Besides, I don’t have the time.” He was assertive and professional now.

“That’s the man I need,” Ginger cooed, suddenly pressing her body into him. “Just help me do this passive shit you told me about. And other small things. I don’t need you to turn a penny into thousands.”

“And my fee?” he asked, still confident. But also shivering with lust. It was the first time he’d ever felt a paranatural body against his…

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’ve got your fee more than covered…”

“Special treat today!” Ginger typed away on Messengr. Brian stood behind her with a mask on to hide his face, shivering from the cold. Otherwise, he was dressed in only his boxers.

“Does our first time really have to be… public?” he asked nervously.

“Hey, truth sells. Don’t worry babe. I’ll take care of you. You’re gonna be sore as fuck after. But you’ll be happy. I’m gonna make you come so much and so hard, you wouldn’t believe it was possible.”

Brian was already beginning to get hard.

“Save it for the show, baby. Are you ready?”

“No…”

“Too bad.”

Ginger flipped on the cam.

“Hi everyone!” Ginger turned on the persona as well. “Look who I have here! A new little boy toy! Say hello, toy!”

“Um, hi…”

“Little boy toy is totally powerless compared to me. Isn’t that right?”

“G-Lex… please be gentle with your toy…” he improvised along with her.

“See? I can do whatever I want with him.”

Ginger floated up and advanced toward Mark.

“Whoa, Ginger, be gentle, please! Give me a sign,” he hissed softly, knowing that she could hear it without the microphones picking it up.

“Hoog!” he grunted, as Ginger smiled sinisterly at him and hefted him overhead, supporting his entire body weight with a single outstretched arm.

“And what I want to do now, is fuck this nice prick of his until it falls off!”

Two hours later, Brian lay in Ginger’s bed, moaning and groaning. His pelvis hurt, his chest was bruised, and he could barely feel one of his arms. Ginger went to shut off the stream.

“Damn, BrokerMan missed a fucking good one today, boys,” someone typed into chat.