Chapter 21: The Canary Cry

Paige Mcabee (Canary)

"How much longer do I have to sit around?" Paige asked, making 'Tattletale' laugh.

"You're complaining an awful lot for someone who has done nothing but eat ice cream, watch tv and lose to Regent at video games," Lisa replied, making her scoff.

"Fine, I won't deny this is an upgrade from my cell, but isn't your big bad boss coming to put me in a cage to sing for him?" Paige asked sardonically. She wasn't naive enough to think someone would save her from the fucking Birdcage out of the kindness of their hearts, especially a villain.

"Nope, current orders from up top are to let you relax, and to make sure you're protected and disguised if you want to go into the city, can't risk the PRT trying to grab you again," Lisa replied, making her blink.

"Wait, I can go out?" Paige wondered, incredulously.

"Sure, just let me know beforehand so I can make sure it goes smoothly, the Brockton Bay PRT would love to grab you and toss you straight into Birdcage before anyone can try and rescue you a second time, they need the positive PR. The boss and his PR team are working to make you out to be the victim, counteracting the PRT's own smear campaign. I've been looking into your case as well, turns out quite a few people's wallets got fat from it, and the more I expose the harder it gets for the PRT to get away with trying this shot a second time. At this rate, give it a month and the public will riot if the PRT touch you." Lisa chuckled from her laptop. "Want me to arrange a trip downtown?"

"No, it's nice to know I have the choice though," Paige admitted as she ate another spoonful of rocky road ice cream.

She didn't trust Midas, but she owed him and she wasn't stupid enough to try and run without paying back that debt, not with what she'd been hearing about him online.

She just hoped his price wouldn't be too steep. She'd been caged once, she didn't know if she'd be able to let herself be caged again, no matter how gilded it was.

For now, Lisa had brought a lot of ice cream to their underground lair, which really looked more like a college dorm half the time, and she was determined to make up for lost time.

Plus, Regent loved the rocky road flavour and she was going to make sure the lazy bastard paid for kicking her ass at street fighter.

Dinah Lance (Black Canary)

"Is there a problem?" Midas asked calmly as she desperately went over her options.

There were a lot of guards here, and they still didn't know the true powers of Midas himself, but maybe it wasn't over just yet. Thinkers couldn't use their powers all the time because of the headaches, and he didn't seem on guard at all.

"Sorry, sir. I wasn't expecting such a powerful man like you to be the one to interview me," Dinah said to buy time, making him chuckle as he stood up and walked towards her.

"I like handling the interviews for the more… naturally gifted girls myself, call it a benefit of my station," Midas said as he stopped in front of her, one hand reaching up and gently groping her breast through her fishnet top as she forced herself not to react.

She was a whore, she wouldn't have a problem with someone groping her like this, and she knew there was a chance she'd have to do something like this, she just didn't expect it to be Midas himself.

"Mhmm~ lucky me, so how do these things usually go?" Dinah moaned, forcing down her desire to punch the villain playing with her tits.

"Ordinarily, the interviewer would have you pleasure them in a few different ways, to work out your skill level and which brothel you'd fit into best," Midas said calmly, tweaking her nipple as she moaned. "I prefer to do things a little differently, so here's what's going to happen. I'm going to do whatever I want to you, and you're going to be a good girl and let me, aren't you?"

She couldn't risk giving him a reason to suspect her, if Midas was here he'd probably brought one of his capes to be his bodyguard, and she was definitely outnumbered.

"Of course, sir, use me as much as you want~" Dinah moaned, forcing her indignity down as Midas smirked at her.

The new big bad villain was literally right in front of her, and she couldn't lay a finger on him.

"Kneel," Midas ordered, making her internally grimace. She'd been undercover before, this wasn't her first time pretending to be a hooker to get close to a target. She knew her looks were a powerful tool, but last time she'd just drugged the guy (an empire recruiter) and robbed his house to make it look like burglary so he'd been too embarrassed to tell anyone, which meant nobody noticed she'd copied his computers hard drive, and this time that wasn't an option.

Falling to her knees, she looked up at him with a lustful smirk.

As he undid his trousers, she barely needed to fake the awed gasp as his thick cock slapped against her face, nuzzling it slightly.

When she decided she wanted to be a hero, this wasn't what she had in mind, but the years of fighting the worst of Brockton had gotten rid of her childish naivety, she had to use every weapon she had to her advantage, and her body was just one of them.

"Open wide, and if I feel teeth I'm going to have to punish you, we don't want that now, do we?" Midas said as he gripped her hair, watching as she obediently parted her lips, not resisting as he grabbed his shaft and slowly slid it in, her overly applied lipstick leaving red stains as he did so.

Just play the part, she wanted to get close to Midas's operations and right now she couldn't be closer as she started to bob her head, running her tongue along Midas's fat cock.

The fact that Midas was as easily tempted by flesh as any man despite his gentlemanly persona was good information alone, but if she could actually get into his good graces, that'd be worth whatever she had to do to achieve it.

Oracle was struggling to get the information she needed, if she could feed Oracle info from next to Midas's side, they'd be in a much better situation to actually start countering him.

She, Cass and Ravager did a few small jobs, hitting Midas's men as they patrolled around and while they often won against his men, nobody would actually arrest them, and they'd be healed overnight.

They'd even managed to stop a transport of what seemed like the base materials for his Tinkers, but it didn't make a difference because they handed it over to the BBPD, and it was gone the next day.

Chances are Midas just bought it back instead of trying to raid the police station, and they'd just given the police some extra funding/pocket money. Great for them, but it meant that nothing they were doing was making a difference.

She followed his men collecting protection money and the shopkeepers were happy to pay, hell one of them was trying to introduce the man collecting the money to his daughter.

Even if they stopped the extortion, the people they were trying to protect would probably spit on their help. The fact was that the common people were happy under Midas, but that didn't lessen the threat that he represented.

None of them were naive enough to think Midas would remain in his territory, and with the League, his ability to empower capes, and-

He could upgrade capes, at a touch. Oracle believed he could tell what any cape's power was with a single touch.

And she had his dick in her mouth.

Looking up at him in a panic, the telling smirk on his face told her that she was right, he knew exactly who she was.

"Is there a problem, whore?" Midas asked as he gripped her hair, thrusting into her mouth. "Because that's what you are, isn't it? Just a whore, here to be used, right?" Midas taunted, thrusting into her mouth roughly as he forced her to deepthroat his cock.

So that was his game, if she played along and acted like a whore he'd pretend he didn't know.

She had no idea what kind of forces he had here, but if he knew what her power could do and was still so confident then she knew fighting wasn't an option.

So she let him fuck her face, playing the part she'd chosen, that of a whore.

He knew she wasn't, and she knew he knew, but she'd play it all the same if it could get her out of the mess she'd gotten herself into.

Gagging around the cock fucking her throat, she drooled onto her barely covered breasts as her makeup started to run, Midas's grip on her hair giving her nowhere to run as she was forced to kneel there and take it all.

She was no blushing virgin, but she was usually rather dominant in bed. Normally she was in charge and in control, but right now she had no control at all, she just had to let him have his way with her.

She was tempted to give a Canary Cry and wipe the smirk off his face, but she knew when she was cornered.

"Damn, your mouth feels good. I'm gonna paint your face with my seed, whore, and you're going to be a good girl and take it," Midas groaned as he pumped his hips, his length making her gags before he pulled back, stroking himself to completion as she forced herself to stay still, flinching back as his sticky, warm cum splattered against her face, already stained with runny makeup.

"Will that be all, s-sir?" Dinah asked, still on her knees as she looked up at him, seeing him smirk as he slapped his cock against her face.

"Do I look done, slut?" Midas asked, gripping her hair and pulling her up to her feet painfully. "You aren't finished here until I'm done with you, but a whore like you shouldn't mind that, right?" Midas asked, again baiting her to respond as she forced down her response.

"Of course not, sir~ what do you want me to do next?" Dinah asked in her sultriest voice, making him chuckle.

"On the bed, face down ass up, and pull those slutty little shorts down and spread your legs," Midas ordered as she moved towards the bed.

He wanted her to try and resist, but she'd not give him the satisfaction, or well… she'd have to give him a different kind of satisfaction as she bent over, slowly pulling her tiny jean shorts down her legs and exposing her wet pussy to him.

Hearing him move onto the bed, she braced herself as he spanked her ass harshly, a yelp leaving her that was quickly muffled as his hand gripped her hair again and forced her head into the covers.

He was treating her like the whore she was pretending to be, and as he slammed his hips forwards and bottomed out inside her, she could only moan lewdly.

She was glad the sheets muffled the sounds as he pounded her tight cunt, because right now she sounded as slutty as she looked.

Spanking her ass again and again, he pounded her into the bed with surprising strength. He wasn't your typical thinker who couldn't handle himself in a fight, that much was certain.

She could feel the power behind his thrusts, the force that he was pushing her face down with into the bed. He wasn't superhumanly strong, but he was certainly above average.

He took care of his body, and that just added to the threat he represented as she was well aware of what a well trained ordinary person could do. She did most of her fighting without using her Canary Cry, it was a little too strong to use on street-level thugs, she'd learnt that the hard way.

"You heroes are so naive, did you really think you could come into my territory and I wouldn't know about it?" Midas scoffed as he slammed his hips forwards, leaving her unable to respond as she moaned and whimpered. "I knew you were coming the moment you stepped into my territory, I know Ravager is sitting on a rooftop across the road pacing around as she debates trying to bust you out. Maybe I should have her join us, I don't think Slade would mind me teaching his daughter some discipline."

Ravager followed her? Damnit, she wanted to avoid that. She wasn't a team player, she'd be the first to admit that, and if Rose got caught trying to rescue her.

"Be a good girl and start moving those hips, don't just lay there like a dead fish, superslut," Midas ordered as she looked over her shoulder, his hand still pushing her head down as she glared at him.

"F-fuck you," Dinah bit out, even as she obeyed and moved her hips back in time to meet his thrusts.

"That's the plan, because no matter how much of a big bad heroine you are out there, in here you're just my personal cock-sleeve, a superpower cumdump," Midas mocked, spanking her ass. "You heroines never learn, and I'm done playing nice with you. You know what the Empire would do with you if they caught you in one of their businesses? Or what Lung would do to you?"

Kill her, because Lung didn't allow any 'disrespect' and more than a few independents had met their end at his hands, or the hands of his sociopathic right hand.

"But I'm a merciful king, letting you pay for your trespass with your body instead of your life," Midas said smugly. "Be a good girl and thank me, super slut."

This bastard-

"T-thank you, sir," Dinah spat out, her anger clear as she tried to force down another moan, mostly failing as she glowered back at him.

"That's it, remember this feeling, unable to do anything but spread your legs and hope I'm feeling merciful, because if I catch you in my territory again, I won't be so merciful," Midas grunted as he sped up, he wasn't going to pull out.

She had to bend over like a good girl and let him creampie her pussy, flooding her womb with his seed, and she couldn't even do anything to stop it.

She wouldn't forget this feeling, that much was sure.

It wasn't the pleasure, Midas's unfortunately well-endowed cock pumping into her, the feeling of his cum flooding her cunt and drying on her face, it was the feeling of utter powerlessness as she let him have his way with her, using her body for his pleasure. It was how degrading it was to be reduced to his plaything that she'd remember.

If he thought this would stop her from fighting him, he was wrong. All he was doing was making his inevitable defeat all the sweeter.

As he pulled out of her, she could feel his cum dripping out of her cunt and down her leg as she turned around, laying on her back and staring up at the smirking villain.

"Y-you're still hard," Dinah gulped, her eyes lingering on his cock.

"And you aren't leaving until I'm soft, so you better get to work. I'm using those tits next, lay back and push them together," Midas ordered as she glared up at him.

Even as she gave him a venomous glare, her hands obeyed and did as he demanded, watching as he pulled her fishnet top up just enough to slip his cock under it and between her tits.

Later

Her clothes ruined, her skin stained and her holes leaking his cum, she watched his cock finally go soft, letting out a tired sigh of relief.

She couldn't even bring the energy to be angry as she stood up on shaky legs, staring into his eyes.

"I can leave now, r-right?" Dinah asked, making him chuckle, for a moment she was convinced he was going to go back on his word now that she was so tired, but with a casual grin he nodded.

"That was the deal, I need you to be my messenger for Oracle anyway," Midas said as he went to his desk and pulled out a usb stick, passing it to her. "Get a shower, get dressed then get the fuck out of my territory. If I catch you again, I'm keeping you," Midas said simply, slapping her ass as she gave him a half hearted glare.

"You won't catch me again," Dinah said, her voice hoarse from her moans and screams. Scion, she wished he had a tiny dick he was overcompensating for.

"Heh, we'll see," Midas laughed, noticing her wording. "By all means, feel free to come back for a repeat, super slut. Oh, before I forgot-" Midas said, pulling out a stack of notes and tossing them at you. "Your payment, feel free to give me a call if you get bored of the heroics, my brothels will always have a place for you."

As she stormed past him into the bathroom, she hated that she hesitated, thinking about walking over the stack of bills, it looked like a few grand minimum and heroics didn't pay.

Barbara Gordon (Oracle)

"You were right, happy?" Dinah said, arms crossed over her breasts as she stared her down, the rest of the Birds watching.

"Of course not, I'd have loved to be wrong, but you're here and not captured, so I assume at least something went right?" Barbara replied calmly, making Dinah sigh.

"I was made before I even stepped through the front door, he definitely already knew my identity, I was taken aside and… interviewed. Once he was done, he gave me this to give to you and told me to fuck off," Dinah said, passing over the usb stick which she plugged in, making sure to isolate the system so it couldn't infect anything if it was a trap.

"Harder! Fuck me harder you golden bastard."

"Oh that piece of-" Dinah growled as the video started auto-playing on her large screen, for them all to see.

Dinah on her back, legs wrapped around the waist of the person filming this pov porno as they fucked her.

"Interviewed, huh?" Rose asked, looking over at the glaring Dinah.

"Look, I was disguised as a hooker, and I didn't realise he knew who I was until it was too late. I could play along and act like the whore I was dressed as, or try and fight my way out and probably get captured," Dinah said with a scowl.

"Fair enough, you do what you have to do. Saw at least two dozen armed guards around the brothel, probably a cape or two nearby as well," Rose agreed, giving her a nod.

"I knew the risks, was there anything else on that stick or did he just do it to humiliate me?" Dinah asked.

"Clearly he has a camera in his mask, but yes there was more. He probably wanted you to know he had this video, blackmail to keep you out of his affairs," Barbara said, starting the second video.

"Hello, Oracle and friends. I'm a busy man so I'm going to be brief, I'm getting bored of the repeated attempts to rescue Huntress, even if your little Canary's attempts were more entertaining than anything else, so I have an offer for you. I have a job that needs doing, nothing illicit, quite heroic actually. Do that, and I'll release Huntress from her cage. Alternatively, I'll release her if either Cassandra Cain or Rose Wilson takes her place. If the time limit on the job I want you to do expires, Huntress will be moved out of Brockton to one of my international bases, far outside of your reach. The choice is yours," Midas said, the video cutting off.

"Shit," Rose said simply, making Barbara nod.

Cassandra's hands moved quickly, as Barbara nodded

"I agree, the only thing separating you two from the rest is your criminal parents," Barbara said with a scowl.

"Of fucking course, my daddy dearest is working for the League, either Slade wants me back or Midas wants something to keep him in line," Rose said with a scowl.

"And if Midas is in contact with the League of Shadows, things could become very dangerous very quickly. Lady Shiva alone has a body count in the triple digits, if she's coming to Brockton to find Cass…" Barbara trailed off, rewatching the video as she focused on his face, reading as much as she could.

Cass's rapid sign language made her nod.

"Agreed, if your mother knew where you were, she'd be here already. He probably hasn't made contact yet, he wants a bargaining chip against her, against the League of Shadows." Barbara agreed, her face paling at the idea of the League of Shadows joining the chaos that was Brockton.

If there was a more dangerous group of sociopaths and killers, she didn't know of them.

"So what's this job he wants us doing?" Dinah asked.

"He wants us to disrupt an ABB operation… transporting captured women and girls to a new brothel they are opening, plus a lot of drugs they're moving for their… 'clientele'," Barbara said with a scowl.

"Great, that's exactly what we should be doing. So what's the catch?" Rose asked with a sardonic laugh.

"We're a distraction, Midas is getting ready to move against the ABB," Barbara said, realising the plan immediately.

"So, we either play along and help Midas get even stronger, or ignore this and let a load of women get forced into slavery? Plus, Huntress disappears and we'll probably never track her down? Have I mentioned I really don't like Thinkers? No offence," Dinah grumbled.

"None taken, I don't particularly like dancing to his strings either," Barbara said, before she smirked slightly. "But I think we can use this, give me some time to make a few calls."

"It's your show, just remember that if we double cross him, it's Huntress who'll pay," Rose said, making her smile.

"Midas has one main redeeming trait. He keeps his word, if we do the job he should release her, even if he doesn't get what he wants out of it," Barbara said calmly.

All she had to do was make sure that Midas's own operation was disrupted while they were disrupting the ABB, and Prophet was certainly right about one thing.

Wonder Woman didn't take losing well.

Helena Bertinelli (Huntress)

Sitting on her comfy bed, she looked around the bland room with a growing sense of unease.

Something was going to happen, and she had no idea what.

Still, the wait was killing her, Midas had put her into her new room and immediately left without even taking her up on her offer for sexual favours, and that concerned her.

She couldn't help but feel like a puppet dancing in the palm of his hand, with no idea how to cut her strings.

For now, she'd just bide her time… like she had any other choice.

Jin Yukimura (Midas/Prophet)

Chuckling, I put the finishing touches on my first piece of Tinkertech, grinning to myself in an unexpected kind of pride.

I thought long and hard over what to make first, but with my first 'Midas-Owned' business opening up soon the choice became rather clear.

You see, I have an advantage no other Tinkers except possibly Dragon has, maintenance isn't a problem for me.

Because my technician minions are made to fix and maintain the things I make, which means as long as I have enough of them they'll keep my gear running without me needing to dedicate most of my time to maintenance.

So using my tech in my businesses is a viable strategy to make money, and where better to start than the wonderful world of Cyberpunk 2077.

You see, there's one piece of tech that truly interested me when I played that buggy game, BDs.

Brain Dances, recorded memories and sensations that could be played back allowing the viewer to feel everything the 'actor' felt.

I've had to adapt the tech to make it work with less augmented people, almost everyone in Cyberpunk is heavily augmented after all, but I believe I've finished my very first BD recorder.

"So, how does this work?" White Rabbit asks as she puts the small piece of tech onto her head.

I actually combined my Tinker powers to make this work, because the BD recorder is a spy'ies, wet dreams to be able just walk through a location and then go over the memories with a fine-tooth comb, so I could use my spy tech specialisation to make the the BD recorder much smaller and more discreet.

"It's simple, my dear. It's already recording, I want you to go and do what you do best, rob something and get people to chase you, it's the thrill of the chase I want to record, the adrenaline that comes with leaping from rooftop to rooftop, and when you get back I'm going to fuck you into a coma," I say simply, I'm glad it doesn't seem to mind Rabbit not being quite real.

"Ooh, promises promises," Rabbit teased, turning and shaking her sexy little ass at me. "One chase, coming right up boss. Should be easy enough."

"That's the hope, remember to have fun, the more you enjoy it the better the material will be," I say as I watch her go.

"Oh, don't worry about that, having fun is what I do best."

Chuckling to myself, I turn back to my second project.

There was another thing that truly interested me in the wonderful Night City, a pair of twins that used cybernetic augmentations to become one person, one mind, two bodies.

Looking over my designs, I get back to work with a smile.

This city has no idea about the storm that's heading it's way, I'm going to drag this shithole into the future, whether they want it or not.

And may Scion help those who get in my way.

Bonus Scene - Sarah Pelham (Lady Photon/Photon Mom)

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Sarah said with a sigh as she glanced at her mischievous daughter, making Crystal giggle as they got ready.

"You said it yourself, our family could do with the extra money and you saw how much I earnt in a single night," Crystal said with a carefree shrug, making her sigh. "Plus, dad doesn't mind so it's not like you're doing anything wrong."

"I suppose so, it still feels rather wrong," Sarah uttered as she looked over at where Prophet, or Jin as she now knew him, was fiddling with the camera.

She'd been angry when she'd seen Crystal's photo shoot, before she'd listened to Crystal's reasoning and seen the effects itself.

Crystal and Vicky's reputations hadn't been damaged, instead they'd been improved rather considerably, beyond the obvious overjoyed fanboys (and girls).

Plus the money rolling into Crystal's bank was nothing to sneeze at. Even if Crystal spent it as fast as it came in, buying a rather nice car with her cut.

That wasn't mentioning the modelling offer Crystal had gotten, Victoria's Secret wanting a set of photos of her modelling their lingerie (which she'd accepted on the demand that her current photographer was the one taking the pictures).

It wasn't the money she was doing this for though, New Wave's reputation had never been hit so many times in such a short amount of time and the latest scandal had hit close to home, whether the accusations were true or not.

"You realise how many boys and men have likely touched themselves to those pictures?" Sarah pointed out, making Crystal laugh.

"Mom, we both wear skin-tight outfits. The only thing that changed is that less people have tried to sneak a picture of me changing at college because the photos would be worth much less now. Trust me, hordes of men have beaten their meat to me, Vicky, you and literally any other female hero," Crystal said with a roll of her eyes.

"I didn't need that image in my head," Sarah sighed, making Crystal giggle again as she went up to Jin, saying something to him as she practically hung off his arm.

That was another thing she was somewhat worried about, her daughter's relationship with an older man, but Crystal was more mature than she acted and she wasn't the type to allow herself to be taken advantage of.

Carol had left his relationship with Vicky alone simply because it benefited them, even if she wouldn't say it out loud, but the idea that this new hero was fucking her daughter and niece on a regular basis meant she at least wanted to meet the man who was defiling her daughter.

She wasn't like Neil, deliberately oblivious to Crystal's… hobbies, and she was well aware of the fact that her daughter was no innocent virgin (not that she could talk as she wasn't at her age either), and she wasn't so overbearing as to forbid Crystal from her friends with benefits relationship with Jin, even if she didn't particularly like it.

"Are you ready, Mrs Pelham?" Jin asked politely, making her smile despite her thoughts. She'd heard from her friends in the PRT that Prophet was an arrogant Thinker who'd angered Director Piggot considerably, but she'd found him to be a well-mannered gentleman so far.

"Please, I'm going to be talking my clothes off for you in a moment, I think we're past the point of last names, Jin. Call me Sarah," She joked to lessen her nervousness, she'd never actually modelled before, and had no idea how this would go.

"As you wish, Sarah. And don't worry, this will be relatively painless, I can learn any skill at an incredibly accelerated rate and I spent some time mastering photography and modelling, I can guide you despite your inexperience," Jin said soothingly, making her chuckle.

"Ahh, Thinkers. Has anyone told you how unnerving that is?" Sarah said with a smile, making him shrug.

"Mom, even I can see you're nervous. Don't worry, Jin's a pro. Still, if you need to relax maybe you should get him to give you a massage, he's got magic hands," Crystal suggested, making Jin roll his eyes.

"That's the power of being able to learn any skill combined with being a Noctis cape, I have a lot of time, I don't forget things and I can master skills overnight," Jin said, not quite bragging as he simply stated the facts.

"Quite the combination, I think it's fair to say you won the power lottery," Sarah complimented, making him chuckle.

"That I did," Jin said as he put the camera back on its tripod. "I'm ready when you girls are."

"I suppose there's no point delaying this any more," Sarah agreed before she paused. "My underwear remains on, is that clear?" she asked in her sternest voice, making Jin nod easily.

"Of course, it's your shoot, you two decide how far this goes," Jin agreed calmly, not even phased as she relaxed slightly.

"Then let's get this over with."

Later

How the hell did she let her own daughter talk her into taking her bra off?!

With an arm over her chest, she looked down at the laptop as Jin flicked through the pictures so far, not putting her clothes back on yet since they might be taking more pictures.

"Not that one, you can see my nipple," Sarah said quickly, watching as Jin casually deleted the offending picture of her in just her purple panties, the sexiest pair she owned. "Or that one, Crystal breasts aren't covered."

What the hell was her life now? The only way she'd agreed was if they made sure her nipples weren't seen on camera.

"That's fine," Crystal said easily, hugging Jin from behind as she pressed her naked chest against his back.

"No, it's not. I get final say on the pictures, that was the agreement," Sarah said scoldingly, making Crystal shrug easily. "Ugh, not that one either."

"Why? That's a great one," Crystal said immediately, making her blush slightly.

"Crystal, we look like we are about to kiss," Sarah said bluntly, glancing back at the picture of her and her daughter face to face.

"So? It'll drive people wild," Crystal said, making her glare slightly at her carefree daughter. "Ugh, fine. Delete it, such a prude."

"I'm in my panties in a room with my topless daughter and a stranger looking over pictures of our naked bodies, a prude wouldn't have found themselves in this situation,." arah muttered.

"Crystal, your mother has final say, this is her show," Jin scolded slightly, making Crystal roll her eyes. "Be a good girl and behave."

"Yeah, yeah, you can spank me later for being a bad girl," Crystal joked, making him roll his eyes even as Sarah gave him a thankful look.

He never made this uncomfortable, even as she took her bra off his eyes remained on her face, never straying and for that she was incredibly thankful.

Going over the rest, she picked a few of the lewdest to delete and sighed.

"Is that enough?" Sarah asked, making Jin nod.

"It is, I have some editing to do later, but we have an ample amount of pictures," Jin agreed as she smiled.

"Then if you don't mind, I'd like to put my clothes back on," Sarah joked.

"Not yet! You haven't had a massage," Crystal said immediately, making her pause and roll her eyes.

"I don't think I need one, and I'm sure you're wanting your own massage," Sarah said bluntly, happy to make Crystal blush, if only for a second as she was caught off guard by the joke.

"No seriously, are you saying you aren't even slightly curious about a Thinker-enhanced massage? We both know all the recent drama has been stressing you out, so what's the harm in having Jin try and work some of it out for you," Crystal argued, making her sigh.

"If Sarah isn't comfortable with the idea, it'd just do more harm than good," Jin said calmly, making her frown.

"No, it's fine. She won't shut up about it if I don't at least give it a try, I have no idea where she got her stubbornness from," Sarah said with a sigh.

It wasn't like she was uncomfortable with Jin, he'd been a consummate professional so far, despite Crystal's flirting.

"You won't regret it, in fact I think you'll be saying 'wow Crystal, you were completely right! Let me unground you as thanks'," Crystal said cheerfully, Jin chuckling slightly as he closed his laptop. "I'll even let you go first, mine is going to be a bit more in-depth, you know? A bit of a deep tissue massage, hitting all the important spots."

"Must you be so crude?" Sarah sighed, making Crystal giggle as she gave Jin a kiss and moved away.

"Yes, Jin I'll be in your office with your good whiskey, have fun with my mom's body!" Crystal said as she left, giggling.

"There is something very wrong with that girl," Jin mumbled, making her laugh in agreement.

"You aren't wrong, but let's get this over with. I hope you're as good as she says," Sarah said, almost teasingly as she watched him stand up.

"I only hope I can live up to your expectations," Jin deadpanned back. "New Wave's unofficial masseur has to be the best after all."

"Ha, you're not wrong. If anyone needs a massage, it's Carol, but I wouldn't want to be the person to try and convince her of that," Sarah said, giving a longing look to her clothes as they headed to a different room, obviously set aside for massages given the massage bed in the middle.

"You'd know better than me, please lie down on your front," Jin said as he went to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of oil before hesitating. "This oil is rather difficult to get out of clothing…" he trailed off as she paused, getting his meaning.

"I- oh what does it matter at this point," Sarah muttered, shimmying her panties down before she yelped slightly as Jin grabbed them and pulled them all the way down so she didn't have to get up, leaving her well aware that he could probably see her pussy clearly.

His view was promptly blocked as he put a small towel over her backside, giving her a modicum of privacy.

As he started to put the oil on her back, she shivered at the cold liquid before a moan left her as his hands started to do their work.

Oh fuck.

"Hmm, and I thought Vicky was stressed," Jin muttered as he kneaded her back, whimpers and moans of pleasure filling the room. "Just relax, it's just a massage."

"T-things have been awkward at home lately, I'm sure you've heard the rumours," Sarah whimpered, trying to ignore the pleasure she was feeling.

"About your husband? I have. Crystal asked me to look into them, or to quote her 'use your big thinker brain to see if they're telling the truth'," Jin said calmly as her eyes shot open.

Several women had come out and accused Neil of inappropriate conduct, usually using his position to take advantage of fangirls. It was just one at first, claiming that Neil had made innuendos at her after saving her and talked her into meeting up with him afterwards, pressuring her into sleeping with him. But then more and more had come forward with similar stories and it had been a massive blow to their reputation, even with Neil denying them all.

Crystal seemed to believe them, refusing to talk to her father, and she'd asked a Thinker to look into them?

"Did you?" Sarah asked, her mind off her massage even as he worked his way up her legs. "A part of me wants to claim it's some villains plot, that they're all mastered, but-"

"I did, and I do think it's a villain's plot. Midas's to be exact, but unfortunately that doesn't make it entirely untruthful. As far as I can tell, a lot of them are just attention seekers jumping onto the train, and the woman who is claiming her baby is Neil's is lying, she had a one night stand and doesn't remember who it was with, she just wants a payout," Jin started as she listened with rapt attention.

"You think Midas is involved?" Sarah asked, Jin was a neutral, with no stake in the drama and accusations, and he was an information broker. He was a good source of information, even if she might not like his words.

"I do, but I think some might be telling the truth as well. The first girl seems to be telling the truth, and she isn't mastered as far as I can tell. A few of the others seem to be the same, most going back years. I think Midas just tracked them down and convinced them to come out with their stories, then stoked the fires. Lies would get uncovered with me here, and it'd make him look bad if he got caught spreading lies about heroes. The trust hurts more than any fiction could, and Midas knows how to weaponize it," Jin admitted as she rolled over to look at him, his eyes never even flickering down to her exposed breasts as she stared up at him.

"Can you find out for sure? I don't have the money to pay a Thinker information broker's prices but I'll owe you a favour, or several," Sarah said seriously, making Jin smile gently as he started applying the oil to her front.

"I can, and don't worry about the price, we'll just say you owe me one for later," Jin said, rubbing the oil into her stomach. "I'll get back to you soon, but for now just relax, take your mind off your troubles and the outside world for a while." Jin advised as she sighed, she wanted to believe Neil was innocent but-

No, Jin was right, she'd just have to wait and see, stressing wouldn't help.

As Jin worked his way up her body, her eyes shot open as his hands cupped her breasts and started to massage the oil into them.

A frankly lewd moan slipped out of her as he caressed her breasts, making him freeze as he pulled his hands away.

"My apologies, I'm used to massaging Vicky and Crystal," Jin said, making her pause before she laughed quietly.

"I can see why they think so highly of your skills, but it's just a massage right?" Sarah said, giving him a small smile before she closed her eyes and laid back again, feeling his hands gently cup her breasts again.

It was just a massage, even as another moan slipped out as his fingers brushed against her nipple.

She had no idea what she'd do if Jin, or Prophet in this situation, confirmed the rumours as truth, New Wave couldn't afford the bad PR that would follow a divorce, and she wouldn't lie and say she and Neil hadn't had more than a few rough patches.

Jin didn't move away from her breasts, but she didn't reprimand him for it as she moaned and whimpered quietly, sheer pleasure flooding her body.

As he moved to her legs, she was almost disappointed at the lack of touch, but that was quickly replaced with hesitation as he made his way up to her upper thighs, his hands slipping slightly under the towel covering her pussy as he gave her a questioning look.

It was just a massage, right?

Pulling the towel aside, she laid back down and closed her eyes again as he got back to work, his fingers brushing against the side of her shaven mound, rubbing against her pussy lips without ever quite touching her directly.

"Mhmm" Sarah moaned, feeling her orgasm building as Jin skilfully manipulated her body. If he tried to actually touch her pussy she'd stop him, but for now it was just a massage.

"Relax, you deserve to enjoy yourself," Jin chuckled.

She did, didn't she?

A couple of minutes later, she shuddered as a low moan left her full lips, her face flushed as she looked up at the man who'd just massaged her to orgasm.

"Turn over please, I need to work on your back more," Jin said calmly, unphased by her lewd sounds, or the stickiness between her thighs that wasn't oil.

Rolling over to hide her embarrassment, she barely reacted as his hands started to grope her supple backside, just closing her eyes as she let him have his way with her body.

Waking up on the bed later, she blushed in remembrance of the lewd sounds and repeated climaxes Jin had dragged out of her, but as she stood up she couldn't deny she felt a lot lighter, a weight lifted off her shoulders as she got dressed.

Opening the door, she immediately closed it again as she heard a far lewder moan come from a different room.

"H-harder, fuck your little super-slut!"

Sitting down on the seat in the massage room, she tried to block out her daughter's pleasured moans and dirty talk, and when they checked on her later, she couldn't leave fast enough, unable to look Crystal in the eyes.

Getting a promise to look into things from Neil, she left Jin's building in a strangely happier mood than she'd entered.

"You know, massaging you really got him going. I'll have to get him to do it again if he's gonna fuck me that hard afterwards," Crystal said bluntly, making her miss a step as she sighed.

Did Crystal have to be so crude about it? It was just a massage. One she wouldn't mind a repeat of.

Jin Yukimura (Midas/Prophet)

If someone is willing to cheat once, they'll cheat again.

I couldn't expose Neil being Vicky's father, not without betraying Amy's trust, but she gave me a very useful puzzle piece in destroying New Wave, Neil's indiscretions were pretty hard to drag into the light.

Or they would be if I didn't have an entire division dedicated to finding out this kind of thing.

Just another nail in the coffin I've been building for New Wave.