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Notes from the author: I would like to take the time to thank JTIceFire since this story is based on the information that he passed along to me. He gave the web links that contained the information I needed to write the story with since my knowledge is mainly based on the movies that I grew up watching. Now, unlike my other stories, there was no editor for this one, so if things seem amiss, just remember that there was no editor. And of course, this is the first time that I have written in first person in a long time. But I do hope that things still make sense nonetheless.
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You know something, it feels really nice to be hiding here in the shadows. I don't know how to explain things. I mean the entire day seemed . . . it seemed so surreal. I can't really explain the feeling except maybe it's what a deer feels like when it sees headlights racing towards it. It's the sense of helplessness that engulfs you. You want to do something but you just freeze. But other than that, I can't really explain it. Although, I was totally present, but it felt like I wasn't in my body at all. I guess you can call it an out-of-body-experience even though I was in my body the whole time. Actually . . . I'm rambling. Perhaps I should explain everything that happened to me today. Perhaps I should inform you of all the events that lead up to now since I am now hiding in a dark apartment building, spying on the building across the street with my trusty camera tucked against my chest, ready to take as many pictures as needed. Yes . . . I believe that to be the best way to do things. In fact, it's always best to start at the beginning.
This morning, I woke up and did my usual thing. Wait, that might be too early. Besides, nothing happened in the morning except showing up for work, talked with a really hot women at work, and then went out for lunch. Come to think of it, nothing happened at lunch either. It wasn't until after I returned to the office to find my coworkers, both of them, had left for some assignment without me. Feeling a little dejected, I mulled over being left behind. I always thought of the three of us as a team, but apparently I was more of a tag-along. Anyway, there I was, feeling sorry for myself and the phone rings. My heart jumped because I wasn't expecting it. It took a few seconds for me to calm down, but when I did, I picked up the phone and in a James Bond-like voice, I said, "Hello."
"Hello," a voice said on the other side.
Instantly, I knew it was a woman. The voice sounded really familiar too. Then it hit me, it was my coworker, the other third of the team. "Yes Ms. L . . ."
"I don't have time for that now. There's a big story breaking down here at the fishing yard. Get your butt and camera down here!" the woman yelled into the phone.
"The fishing yard! Got it!" I yelled back as I slammed the phone. With my arms raised high, I ran towards the elevator, and was on my way to the fishing yard.
I didn't make it to the fishing yard. Nope, I barely even remember the events that occurred when I left work. All I remember is hailing a cab, talking to the woman driver that looked more like a chauffeur than a taxi driver. I said a few pleasantries . . . actually, I was hitting on her, but she seemed distant, almost uncaring. I thought she was trying to ignore me to be perfectly honest. That's why I didn't feel anything was wrong when she slid the small glass cover on the protective shield in the cab. You know, one of those plastic things that is used to keep the passenger from getting to the driver. Anyway, once the shield was shut, I had this annoying feeling. My head was getting dizzy and I was getting sleepy, so I fell asleep. What did you expect?
When I woke however, I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that my arms and legs weren't responding; they had gone numb. Besides, it didn't really matter since I was tied to the wooden chair. I knew I was tied down because I could see the rope loop around my body over and over again. The room was rather dark except for the one light shining directly into my eyes. It was blinding me so I had to shut my eyes while I gritted my teeth.
The next thing I hear is a woman's voice saying, "You're awake." The voice wasn't light or soft. It had a certain edge to it, a rather cold and icy edge. I knew I had heard it before, but I couldn't place my finger on where though.
"Yea! What about it!" I yelled back defiantly, trying to act as tough as I could. However, my voice then stopped as this babe . . . no wait . . . that's not good enough . . . Goddess! Yes! Goddess . . . that will do. As I was saying, this goddess then enters the room and she's staring right at me with piercing eyes! Come to think of it, all I could see was her eyes, the rest of her remained in the shadows.
"Feisty little toad aren't you?" she said. "I use to have a little toad when I was younger. I use to pat it on its head and rub my finger back and forth all over its back. He liked that a lot. However, one day, he displeased me, so I crushed its head in!" she snarled as she turned on another lamp that blasted my eyes.
"ARRRGGGHHHH!" I screamed in pain as I closed my eyes. In seconds, I could feel the heat of even more lights beaming down upon my helpless form. My clothes immediately began to burn as the heat from the lamps were being transferred to my clothes and subsequently being absorbed by my body. It was pure hell, sitting there for countless hours under the hot lights. I sweated like a pig there too. You know how dogs have to pant because they don't have sweat glands? Well, I was panting and sweating, and I wasn't getting any cooler. Instead, I was becoming weaker and weaker. And damn it, it was fucking hot. My clothes were soaked with my sweat but they were hot as hell. It was like I had just taken them out of dryer even though they were wet.
"How are you feeling?" I finally heard her voice hiss in my ear.
I had called for her to turn off the lights. I pleaded with her. I begged her. Hell, I even cried! But she never responded. I thought she had left the room, but I can't be sure if she did or not. All I knew that she was beside me and I had a chance to end my hell. "Hot," I softly replied.
"I can see that. Poor boy. All the sweat has made your clothes wet," she whispered into my ear as she massaged my shoulders. I could hear the squeaking of water being pressed out of my clothes as she gave me a massage. I don't know if it was the heat or pure exhaustion, but her voice sounded sexier and sexier with each passing second. Then again, it could be the fact that her hands were moving dangerously close to my crotch which was springing to life as her voice bore into my head.
"I'm tired too," I groaned.
"Tired? But we haven't even gotten started," she replied as her voice seemed to have shifted. I didn't know where she was going but I could feel her hands slide from my hips to the front of my chest and her fingers shifted as well. I had no doubt that she was now standing in front of me and I could feel the burning of the light diminish just a bit.
"What do you want?"
"Ahhhh. Bright boy," she said as her hand patted my head while the other hand patted my cheeks. "I knew you were a bright kid the moment I laid eyes on you. If you cooperate, I'll treat you right. If you don't, I'll crush you like a little toad."
"Like your old toad?"
"Very good. Bright boy indeed," she said as she patted my head as I felt something applying pressure to my leg. I think she was sitting or at least leaning on my leg. Her hand then cut through my hair and rubbed my head. I then felt her other hand sliding up and down near my ear. My skin tickled as crotch reacted with excitement.
"What do you want?"
"What can you tell me about Clark Kent?"
"Clark? What do you want to know about Clark?"
"Everything that you're willing to tell me," she said, the iciness thawing even more.
"Clark works at the same place as me. He's a reporter. He usually accompanies Lois Lane on assignments. Clark's a good man," I quickly replied as I felt one of her hands brush against my thigh while the other continued to caress my cheek. Her hand was nice and smooth, very smooth.
"That's nice honey, but I want to know more."
She called me honey! Oh god! Not only that but her hand was brushing against the zipper of my pants. I must have had a huge tent going about now. Hell, Ringling Brothers could have had a circus in my pants right then and there! However, something felt amiss. So for some odd reason, I simply said, "That's all I know."
"Bad toad," I heard her voice say with disappointment as I felt the hands depart. Even the pressure on my leg disappeared. And then the light returned and I almost melted right then and there. The heat was unbearable and I knew I had to do something.
"Clark lives alone! He always seems to be somewhat of a loner too!" I yelled in desperation.
"Much better," the voice replied even more sexier than the last time I heard it. The weight on my leg started again as well as the hand caressing my face. The light even diminished a bit. "No go on," she urged as her other hand cupped my tent.
"Clark seems to disappear right when a story is breaking or he's almost always at the right place at the right time. Well, no. I mean he's always at the site of the action, but no one ever sees him when the action is taking place. In fact, he never seems to see the action either."
"You don't find that odd?" she asked.
"No . . . not really. I always . . ." I tried to finish my sentence but she stuck a finger into my mouth. The sharp nail tickled the inner parts of my mouth, rubbing against my teeth and gums. I could feel it pushing my cheeks out. It was probing my mouth like the dentist with his pick. I even sucked on it. She seemed to like it but I couldn't tell since she pulled the finger out of my mouth, making a loud popping noise as it exited. I was then rewarded with a part on my head.
"Tell me. A few days ago when Lex Luthor presented a green rock . . . do you remember how he reacted?"
"He . . . he . . ."
"Think hard now. Be a good little boy and tell me what you remember?" she asked in a even sexier voice as her hand rubbed my bulge furiously.
"I remember him saying he had a headache. His hand touched his forehead and his glasses slid off his nose a bit. Clark was sweating and I could sense that he was having a hard time keeping his balance. I remember him leaning towards me and his hand gripped my shoulder . . . and . . ."
"Try to remember now," the woman said as I felt her hot breath against my earlobe before she licked it with her tongue. Her saliva had a cooling effect on my ear and as she continued to lick, I knew I had to remember.
"Lois looked concerned. She walked up to Clark and whispered something into his ear, but Clark shook his head. He then asked me to take some close shots of the green rock and I did. Lois then wrapped her right arm behind his back and offered him some support for his left shoulder while I snapped pictures."
"Anything else?"
"I could have sworn I saw a look that I never saw in Clark's eyes before," I said meekly as I felt the woman starting to turn up the heat. The hand which was caressing my face was going all over the place. It caressed my nose, cheeks, lips, hair, ears, throat, and neck. The other hand was now rubbing against my bulge like a male dog humping someone's leg and her tongue . . . oh my god . . . the tongue trailing across my earlobe and my face. It was so soothing. I knew I had to remember more but something in me told me not to say anymore.
"What was it?" her sultry voice beckoned.
"I thought I saw fear. Yes! I believe it was fear! I had never seen fear in his eyes before. I've seen bank robberies, explosions, shootings, riots, and not once did I see fear on Clark's face. But I swear to you that Clark showed fear that day and I think it had a lot to do with that green rock!" I screamed as I shot my load into my own pants.
"Looks like my little toad had a little accident. Tell you what. I'm going to leave the room for a little while. I'll have a leave a tape recorder here and you can tell other incidents and other things that you know about Clark. I'll even turn the lights off. So, if you're good, I'll make sure that you can get yourself cleaned up and something to drink. And maybe . . . just maybe you won't have to shot into your pants."
For two more hours, I sat in that chair under the bathing hot lights, babbling incessantly about anything that involved Clark or Lois. I think I even divulged some of my sexual fantasies, which involved Ms. Lane. Actually, I'm lying . . . about the time that is since I really don't remember how long it took for her return. All I knew that it seemed like an eternity for me. The worst part when she returned was that I was so delirious from dehydration that I didn't hear a thing until her lips brushed up against my earlobe. Oh god. The second her lips brushed against my ear, my little friend grew instantly hard, and the wet spot on my pants, it was dry as the desert sand. "You filled up the recorder. Congratulations," her voice reverberated in my ears.
"Wa . . . wat . . . ter," I panted.
"Waiter? I don't see a waiter," she teased.
It took me several minutes before I could get my wits together and form a coherent sentence without stuttering. "Please turn off the lights," I begged as the words seemed to escape my mouth.
"My. That's mighty different from water. That was your previous request wasn't it? You wanted water. I was going to give you some water, but since you changed your mind, I can't do that now."
"Please."
"Maybe later."
"Please."
"Promise to be a good little toad?"
"Yes."
"You're going to answer all my questions?"
"Yes."
"Completely?"
"Yes."
"Alright then. Remember back to that green rock at that press conference. Where did Lois Lane take Clark Kent?"
"I don't know."
"You know, Jimmy-boy. I don't think you're sweating any more. You look parched. I would give you a nice drink of cold water, but you're not cooperating here."
"I don't know where they went. Ms. Lane told me to take more pictures of the rock and I did. I didn't even know they had left," I groaned.
"What happened to those pictures?"
"What pictures?"
"The pictures of the rock that you took," she said casually as she her hands rubbed my chest in various directions.
"I developed them and Clark seemed really interested in them. He even took all my negatives. He said something about studying them."
"Did you ask him for what purpose?"
"I . . ."
"Think. Did you ask him why he wanted it?" she asked again as her hands caressed my thighs.
"Something about . . ."
"Yes. About what?"
"About its compound. He wanted to see what it was made of. I remember asking him how he was going to get that from looking at the picture, but he said that I should just show some faith," I blurted out as my body quivered in the chair. The woman's hands were attacking me like a pair of snakes. They darted back and forth without a pattern. I was being driven insane. Finally, her hands made it to my face and I could feel her soft skin against mine. Suddenly, they disappeared.
"When were the pictures developed?"
"I don . . ."
"Did you develop them after the press conference?"
"Right after the press conference. Clark wanted to see them immediately and he was in the room when I developed the pictures," I replied as her hands touched my lips.
"Don't say anything. Open your mouth and don't close them until I tell you to," she said.
Then it happened, I felt water touch my lips. There wasn't a lot, but it was cool and wet. Oh god, I thought I was in heaven at that very moment. I don't know how to explain it. It was like I just ran a fifty mile marathon that I never trained for, and yet, I had to finish the race. When those few droplets touched my lips, I couldn't believe my good fortune. It was like I was just inches away from the finishing line. Of course, she was only dripping a few drops of water into my mouth, but I didn't care. I think I heard the water fizzle when it touched my parched tongue. She kept the drops evenly spaced and it was only enough to wet my mouth. The time between the droplets was excruciating, but as she commanded, I kept my mouth opened and didn't say a word, which probably pleased her.
"Very good. You'll get more water if you cooperate. Especially when you offer more information than I requested. Now Jimmy-boy. Was Lois in the room when Clark studied the pictures?"
"Yes. She seemed worried too. She was holding onto Clark's arm like a lost child. I think she was scared to death or something. I mean, there was disbelief in Clark's eyes, but I don't think Ms. Lane needed to be worried by it. Unless she was worried about the effects that the rock had on Clark earlier."
"Smart boy. I think she probably was."
"But that doesn't make any sense. No one else had problems seeing the rock. Only Clark. The rock isn't even from space. I believe Luthor said it was man made and that it would supply energy and that the city's inhabitants would receive a free furnace to burn the rock. Something about it being cheaper than coal, safer than nuclear energy, and clean for the environment."
"Jimmy-boy," she said apologetically. "Don't deviate here. I think you need to know that Clark and Lois are a couple. She was afraid of what might happen to her beau."
"But Ms. Lane has a crush on Superman?"
"She has a crush on Superman? Is that similar to the crush you have for her?"
"I . . ."
"Tell you what, Jimmy. I'll make you an offer. I know you like taking pictures. I know you like them a lot. So I am going to turn off the lights, give you all the water you want, and promise you that all your sexual fantasies with Ms. Lane will become true. Actually, I should call her Mrs. Olson."
"What? How?"
"You have been more than helpful," she cooed into my ear as her hands began to snake about on my body again. "So how about it? You get water, no more lights, and Lois Lane. All you have to do is take some pictures. Something that you're quite good at. Just take a few pictures of Lois and Clark tonight. I'm sure she'll make him do some roleplay. Just a few pictures, Jimmy-boy. Just a few. Will you do it?" she asked as her fingers disappeared for a few seconds before gliding all over the front of my pants.
My head began to fill with some really carnal thoughts and I swear I heard Ms. Lane's voice moaning and calling out my name in my head. The hot lights might have been the cause of that, but I'm not sure. However, the combination of hot lights, dehydration, and the mere thought of acting out my fantasies with Lois Lane was enough to make my head explode. "YES! Mercy! Please! Show some mercy! I'll take the pictures!" I screamed as my mouth filled with water, the lights dimmer, and my pants became wet again when I felt a breast and nipple massage my right cheek.
So there you have it. I spent the entire day tied to a chair under hot lights. Now, I am hiding out in the dark taking pictures. There's a huge guy in the room with me, but he's only here to make sure that I finish using all the roll of film that I was supplied. I never did see the face of the woman, but I knew she paused and almost jumped when I yelled "Mercy." Perhaps, she has some compassion after all. But then again, what the hell do I care. I get to have Lois Lane when I develop these pictures. I don't know why someone would want pictures of Lois Lane roleplaying with Clark Kent, dressed in some cheesy Superman costume. The damn thing doesn't even look authentic. Then again, I still don't know the significance of the green rock from the press conference. All I know is that I wouldn't trade today for anything.
The End.