For the purposes of this story, I don’t think Chloe’s in love with Clark. Lex is definitely in love with him and Clark is in love with Chloe (although he won’t admit it), but Chloe, while she’s friends with Clark, is really just a slut.Originally Posted by hfce
I’m glad you’re enjoying it.
Shazaam! Is actually in reference to Captain Marvel, who said “Shazaam!” to activate his powers. He has many of the same abilities as Superman and DC sued the Captain Marvel publishers in the 1940s claiming copyright infringement. And that fulfills your irrelevant information quota for the day.
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Chapter Eight
The Night Someone Else Played
Chloe steps into the room and stops short.
Clark, close on her heels, is already saying, “I’m only here to make sure Chloe’s safe,” but as soon as he sees Lex he freezes. “Oh.”
They both take a moment to stare at Lex. He’s tied to a chair, a ball gag in his mouth.
“We doing something different?” Chloe asks.
“No,” Lex shouts. “There are masked gunmen loose in the mansion. Untie me now so we can escape with our lives!” But the only thing that makes it past the gag is a muffled, “Mmmflmm.”
“So, what is it? Free choice all night?” Chloe asks. She reaches down to the hem of her dress and pulls it up over her head.
“I choose to love you, Chloe,” Clark says.
“Sure, whatever.”
“Idiots,” Lex says, but all Clark and Chloe hear is “Nmnnif.”
Chloe slinks across the room, shedding her bra and panties as she goes. She straddles Lex, grabs his collar and yanks him closer.
“So, Luthor,” she says. “We have you right where we want you. Are you going to talk?”
“I can’t talk,” Lex tries to say. “I have a ball gag in my mouth.”
“You can’t resist us,” Chloe says, grinding her hips against him. “We have ways of making you talk.”
“We’re torturing Lex?” Clark’s eyes perk up with excitement. He runs across the room and kneels down behind Lex’s chair. He slips his hands up under Lex’s shirt, tweaking his nipples. “Talk Luthor, talk.” Then he sticks his tongue in Lex’s ear.
Just then a man bursts into the room. He wears fatigues, his head is covered with a black ski mask, and he points a gun. “What the fuck?”
“Hi.” Clark tries to wave but his hand is still inside Lex’s shirt.
“Ooh, Lex,” Chloe says. “You sure went all out. Are you making up for missing my birthday?”
The man points his gun at Clark and Chloe. “On the bed,” he says as he pulls a length of rope from his belt.
“Kinky,” Chloe runs over to the bed. She lies down, stretching her arms above her head. She arches her back and wiggles her hips. “No. Don’t. Please.”
“What should I do?” Clark asks.
Chloe stops writhing and thinks. “You can save us, Clark.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“But don’t do it right away,” she says. “Go back to the Talon and wait for me in the apartment. We were supposed to meet for some reason and you start to worry because I haven’t shown up. Worry for a long time, alright? Then, finally, you remember that I said something about confronting Lex. You’re like, ‘Oh no. What did Chloe get herself into?’ Then come back here and search for me.”
“Alright.”
“This is important, Clark. Look through every single room of the mansion before coming to this one. Okay?”
“Okay.”
And in a flash Clark is gone.
Chloe looks back at the gunman and starts writhing again.
“What are you going to do, you bad, bad man?”
He scratches his head. “I don’t… know.” He screams with frustration and thrusts the gun against Chloe’s jaw. “Stop messing with my brain!”
“Hey, hey, hey!” She grabs the gun and tosses it off the bed. “I like getting poked, but not with cold, metal objects. Now, take off your clothes, except for the mask. That’s kind of creepy.”
The gunman shrugs and starts stripping until he’s wearing nothing but the ski mask. Then Lex watches as he and Chloe rut like rabid bunnies.
When they’re done he falls onto his back and sighs. “And they say crime doesn’t pay.”
Chloe gets out of bed and walks over to Lex.
“What are you going to make me do now?” she calls to the gunman. “Are you going to make me go down on Lex for your sick sexual gratification?”
He props himself up on his elbow. “I wasn’t really thinking of that.”
“I won’t. You can’t make me.” She lowers herself to her knees in front of Lex. “I won’t do it.” And then she does.
The night’s starting to look up for Lex.
Finally Clark comes, but not before Lex does. He taps the gunman on the head, knocking him out.
“Wow, Lex,” he says. “You spared no expense. There were gunmen all over the mansion. It took me awhile to find all of them. I tied them up and hung them from the chandelier in the ballroom. I hope that’s okay.”
“You saved us, Clark. You saved us.” Chloe runs to him and presses her body against his. “What do you want as your reward?”
“Hmmm.” Clark thinks for a moment. “Three way 69?”
“You got it, big boy.”
They untie Lex. He wants to scream at them, tell them how colossally stupid they are, but, actually, three way 69 sounds more interesting.
So they tie up the gunman. He’s still naked except for the ski mask. Lex transfers the ball gag to his mouth and makes sure it’s on extra tight.
“How are we going to do this?” Lex asks.
“I was thinking,” Clark says, “Chloe can sit on the bed and I’ll straddle her. Then I’ll lean backwards and hold you up over my head and you can bend over and take care of Chloe.”
“Sure why not,” Lex says.
When the gunman comes to all he can do is stare at the bizarre geometry that is three way 69.
It’s not until five days later that Lex realizes Lana’s been kidnapped. Oh, well. You win some, you lose some.
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