Kara Danvers was undercover, putting together an article about the network of wealthy criminal elements of National City. She had found a way in, posing as part of the catering staff and little by little had earned enough trust to finally be present at a high profile criminal event.
Carrying a silver platter with drinks and dressed only in lingerie like many other young women in the same role, Kara mingled, her super-hearing picking up on the little bits of information here and there. The less savoury sorts felt safe to talk, especially knowing the weak links, the staff, were incapable of wearing a wire or cameras. In essence they felt safe from prying eyes and ears.
As Kara worked a pair of double doors opened and a new group of people emerged and began to filter into the room. And then she saw him. And he saw her.
“Edge!” gasped Kara to herself as his smile lit up and he approached.
“Oh Jesus Christ,” Edge thought to himself as he swooped in towards who he knew was a snooping reporter.
With a deft move Edge took the last glass of champagne from Kara’s tray with one hand, then tossed the tray with his other hand onto a sofa then guided her to the edge of the room which was walled with glass and had a view of the city skyline.
“Please, sir, what are …” Kara began, trying to feign innocence, her angry eyes betraying full well she knew who he was and vice versa.
“Shut up, I’m doing you a favour, young lady!” Edge said firmly.
“What do you mean?” grunted Kara, trying to resist Edge’s grasp on her wrist.
“In a moment someone is coming through from there and you’d be better off her not knowing you’re here!” Edge said. His tone seemed to be a mix of delight at her situation and of concern.
Kara looked towards the doorway, her ears pricking as she tuned in on who might be there. Then, her eyes widened when a familiar voice could be heard. Edge misread her expression, thinking it was his warning, not her hearing that had triggered it. Either way Kara was on the defensive and Edge knew it.
“Look out the window. Do it and I will shield you…” Edge said firmly, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Kara turned her head, the reflection of the room in her view just as Roulette entered. With a firm hand Edge then steered Kara to turn fully away. She could easily resist but if she acted like a rock he might realise who she was.
Morgan’s nose nuzzled into Kara’s hair, taking in her sweet scent causing her to shudder a little, all the while aware of the incoming threat.
“Hmmmm, you smell delightful. How about I entertain you while you pray she leaves. I know after that hatchet piece you wrote about her she’d happily do away with you! You’re not safe here…” Edge began, a lazy finger trailing down her shoulder blade.
“Hey, they said, no touching!” Kara protested under her breath, referring to what she and the other servers had been told regarding the house rules.
“That’s right. But I made that rule. And as I am financing the entertainments on this gig, I can break it too. The man handling my … ladies … including you… know full well that’s true,” Edge said.
Kara’s body seemed to clench up at Edge’s touch, his finger descending lower and lower until …
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A firm hand delivered a blow to Kara’s behind. Instinctively Kara responded with feigned pain and a groan for her human audience.
“Do that again and I will yelp so hard you-know-who will be on you like a shot,” Kara growled in a low voice.
“If you value her life, you won’t. Roulette has taken precautions. Deadly precautions, of the green gas variety. We are safe, but Supergirl … not so much. The fire extinguishers around the room, some are not as they seem,” Edge said with a scoff.
Kara risked a sideways glance and caught sight of one of the extinguishers, only to realise it was lead shielded. Just as Kara’s mind raced she was drawn back into the moment.
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Kara’s reaction was shock, then anger, then restraint.
“Problem, Morgan?” Roulette asked, as she passed by.
“Not yet, just educating our new hand…” Edge said with a light friendly tone.
“Oh, would you mind if I watch?”
“Not at all…”
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“Nghhh,” Kara growled quietly, not from the pain, but from the frustration of her predicament.
“Now, now, time to teach you there can be carrot as well as stick,” Edge whispered, his hand guiding Kara’s thigh up, letting her foot come to rest on the window frame, parting her legs.
It was then that she felt his hand come to rest on her panty covered crotch, causing her to almost levitate out of control.
“Hmmm, so hot down there … maybe you will have a new career with me instead of sniping from the editor’s office at Catco?” Morgan whispered before starting to undulate his palm against her.
“Oh… please,” moaned Kara as she saw Roulette watching on in the reflection. Roulette grinned wickedly as she delighted in the new girl’s innocent response to Edge’s treatment.
Edge whispered as he worked, “Never fear, Miss Danvers, when she gets bored I will get you out of here. My team’s security failings in letting you in here might be as costly to me personally as it would be for you if you are caught…. Nod if you understand,”
“Uh … uh-huh…” moaned Kara, her eyes rolling as she tried to nod.
“Good girl,” Edge replied, his firm fingers starting to almost push the soft sheer fabric of Kara’s panties into the warm crevice of her crotch.