Mature Content

4:59am. The Daily Planet was on its morning shift, a handful of bleary-eyed reporters covering the breaking news of the night. In his office, Jimmy Olsen sat with the lights off, waiting.
The window gave a soft click and slowly slid open. It admitting a long, lithe leg garbed in the elegant, sheer stocking of a well-pampered secretary. Jimmy's eyes glinted in the dark. Artificial nails, painted a gaudy pink, gripped the sill, pulling a figure into the room with a click-clack of heels.
Moving with nervous energy, she smoothed out the wrinkles in what passed for her skirt over her generous rear, and tugged up the expensive silk bra that had slipped down in her flight. As she hurried to her desk, the light snapped on.
"You're late, Chloe," Jimmy said crisply.
Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin, and certainly jumped out of her bra, spinning around and freezing like a deer in the headlights, trembling, as he approached her. "Bo-boss!" Her eyes screwed up as if she might cry, her lip forming a pout. She stamped her heel petulantly. "It's not fair! The trains were cancelled. I had no other choice." She jabbed a false fingernail at the clock. "Besides, I made it in time!"
"But you cheated, Chloe," Jimmy chided her. "I don't make the rules, I just enforce them. I wagered you couldn't live a month as a human. Do humans use windows to enter buildings? Do humans fly to work?"
"Maybe if I didn't have to spend an hour making myself pretty for you-"
"So this is my fault, is it?" he said with a hint of menace.
She gulped. "... no."
"No, what?"
"No, sir," Clara said in a defeated whisper.
"Good girl."
His eyes wandered to her necklace. He lifted it, admiring the radiance of the pink kryptonite gemstone reflected in her beautiful eyes, wide with fear. He tucked it back into her cleavage, his fingertips lingering a moment against her soft skin.
"Two more weeks. And consider me kind. Or would you prefer to concede now?"
Superman opened her mouth as if to protest. Has the Man of Steel ever admitted defeat in anything? Is he even capable of it? Jimmy wondered in awe, as his secretary bit her tongue, defiance burning in her eyes. Pirouetting on her stiletto, Chloe waddled her spectacular kryptonian tush to the break room to make her boss his morning coffee.