Thank you all for your interest so far! I really appreciate it. You are all awesome 3 I know I'm not giving a lot away at the moment, but if you give it time, Susan will eventually spill her guts.
RATING WARNING:
This chapter contains sexual activities. Consider it Susan's equivalent to Tony's woman from Brown. There's nothing too graphic, just mentioning of body parts and nudity. If you're old enough to watch Iron Man, I think you can handle this. I swear it's not pornography. It's just meant to give you an idea of her relationships pre-Steve. I wasn't kidding about the ex-playmate thing. She is, after all, a Stark ;)
Consider yourself warned and please enjoy…
Chapter 1:
A Material Girl
Susan Stark sighed with pleasure as she rose up from the weight on top of her. She maneuvered herself to the side of her enormous 4-poster bed before mounting the man that had been on top of her for the past few hours. Her breath came in deeper gasp now. She felt released, as if seeing the sky the first time in weeks.
'Much better' she thought to herself. There was something about being on top that excited her. Control. The rhythm… duration… everything was in her control now. No more being at her partner's mercy. He was at hers now. That was exactly how she liked things. Not just her relationships.
There wasn't much room in her life for things that didn't see it her way.
The mixture of newly regained power and the nights combination of Grand Marnier and champagne made her head buzz in just the way she loved on the weekends. After a long week of work, it was just what she needed. She needed her head to feel light, forgetting about her job, the stress that went with it, and the demands of being constantly in the public's gaze. She needed the release that came from being with men, pouring her energy into something self-indulgent.
Susan wrapped her legs expertly around the firm body beneath her, she felt herself relax and being to focus on the task she was in the middle of. The man's breathing was increasing to heaving gasps.
"I'm gonna put in a bullet, pull the trigger, Shoot to thrill, play to kill. Too many women with too many pills. Shoot to thrill, play to kill got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will. Yeah!"
The sounds of classic rock suddenly filled the room, coming from the iPhone Susan had put on the nightstand before getting into bed. She let out another sigh, this time in exaggeration. Her concentration was suddenly focused on the piece of furniture and the phone on her right. Beneath her, she felt her partner release a similar sound.
"Seriously? You're going to answer your phone right now?"
Susan rolled her eyes in a downward direction, not dignifying his question with anything other than the look and three simple words. "It's my brother."
"Tony Stark? It's three in the morning. He's probably drunk dialing you. Come on."
Ignoring him, she snatched her phone, slid her finger over the screen, and put it to her ears. The time and the patience didn't exist in her mind at the moment for her to explain to him that her brother didn't drunk dial her, not since she had modified JARVIS 5 years ago not to put those kind of calls through. He had, at least in his mind, a good reason for trying to contact her.
"Sister speaking,"
"Hey, Susie Q, you're not going to believe this." Her brother replied. She took note of his voice. He didn't sound drunk… at least not any more than usual. He sounded as serious as he ever got. She settled in to pay attention to what he was going to say.
"I might when you tell me," she retorted.
"You sound huffy. More than usual. Are you… with someone?"
"That's none of your business."
"Okay, that's a yes." Tony paused a moment. Susan imagined mind him sticking out his tongue and faking a vomiting motion in disgust. No matter how many times it happened, realizing the extracurricular activities of the other was still over the line of brother/sister TMI. "In that case, I'll keep it code. That thing you've been looking for, we've found it."
"You're going to have to modify that code, bro. I'm looking for a lot at the moment."
"That thing in the ice, the one dad lost."
"Oh my god."
Susan's head was suddenly devoid of any and all buzz. She was the most sober she had been all day. Though she had the urge to pinch herself to make sure this was not a dream, she settled for shifting her thighs to a new angle. She was sure she felt that. It wasn't pain, but it was all she could do given her position and the circumstances. Her mind was rushed back to the past. All she could see or hear was her father. In the recesses of her mind, she could hear words she had once heard before:
"Someday, maybe a long time from now, when the world needs him like it did before, he'll come back."
It had been over twenty years since the fateful birthday that had been the last time she had seen her father. Howard Stark was long gone. Susan was suddenly struck by the reality that her dad hadn't lived to see this day, when his famous science experiment had been found. She wondered if, at least, she had done him proud in this one small way.
"Found religion fast, huh, Susie Q?" Her brother's voice on the other line brought her back to the present and the increasingly precarious situation at hand.
"Shut up." She snapped. "If this is a joke, if you're lying, Tony, I'll personally put a pair of my stilettos so down your lying throat, you'll cough leather"
"Will you relax," Tony said, his tone still relaxed and self-satisfied, as usual. "Geez, I thought you usually were more relaxed after… you know. Anyway, I'm dead serious. Pepper is reading the jet now. I'm going to pay our frozen soldier a visit."
"Wait for me." She said instantly, no longer convinced her brother was hoaxing her.
"Duh. Why else would I would be calling you?"
"I'll be there in 15."
"Take your time. Get rid of what-the-hell-ever-his-name-is-this-week and get to the hanger."
"Like I said, 15"
"Okay, Susie Q. See ya then."
Susan removed the phone from her face and killed the line. Suddenly, she was again completely focused. This time not on her partner, but on something else bigger than her need for release or anything else in her world. In one motion, she swung her leg to the other side of the man and jutted quickly out of bed. When she hit the ground, she began reaching down to the floor for her underwear, long since dissuaded on the bedroom floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" The man in her bed rose up into a sitting position, his face looking at her with aggravation.
"I'm leaving." She relied matter-of-factly, not bothering to look up at him or stop hoisting her panties up to their proper place on her hips. "Get out."
"Get out. That's all you've got to say to me?" He spat, suddenly getting out of bed, approaching her. "I thought we were having fun, Susie Q"
The last words he spoke made Susan look up. She gave him a look that was her eyes equivalent to daggers. There was only one person on the planet permitted to call her by anything less than Susan and it wasn't him. However, all the hate she could muster in her gaze didn't deter him from coming closer to her and putting his arms condescendingly on her shoulders. She jolted back, slapping at his arms like he had hit her. It didn't cross her mind until seconds later that the gesture was likely not threatening with her bare breasts moving about. She had yet to locate her bra.
"Don't touch me." She threatened.
"Touch you, babe, I've been inside you all night."
"Yea 'been.' Past tense. Hope you enjoyed it there. Now, I'm putting on a bra. The show's over."
"Over?" He asked. "Are you ever gonna call me again?"
"Actually, you lost any and all rights to my body a few seconds ago when you called me babe."
"What?" The man looked at Susan like she had told him Santa wasn't real. She guessed she was sort of like a man's equivalent to a present. The thought made her even more uncomfortable. She frantically took a few more steps back and reached for her skirt, thankfully finding her bra underneath. "I didn't know, okay?
"Whatever," she shrugged, half at the fact she was no longer the least bit interested in what he was saying, half to maneuver her bra into its place. Once she was at least not naked anymore, she realized the man wasn't going anywhere, at least not without someone else escorting him.
"Quentin!" Susan yelled.
"You mean to tell me this doesn't bother you at all? The fact that a few minutes ago you were on top of me and now you're throwing me out of your house?"
"Oh, I'm not throwing you out." She corrected him, not even trying to not sound condescending "I'm yelling for my assistant. He'll escort you out."
Just as the last syllable left her mouth, the bedroom door opened and a man in a purple t-shirt and grey sweatpants appeared in the room. He didn't seem the least bit surprised to see his employer in nothing but her underwear and her partner in nothing, still looking at her in astonishment.
"You called, boss?"
"Yes, will you please arrange a cab for Mr. Harris, wherever he needs to go and pay for it please." At first thought, Susan had meant the last part as an attempt at being nice. She had enjoyed the night for the most part; he at least didn't deserve to pay for his own way home. It wasn't until after the words left his mouth, she realized she had probably killed what little of his manhood there was left. She paused a moment, then continued. "And please get my car ready. I need to get the hanger ASAP. It's urgent."
"Right away," Quentin's voice wasn't judgmental at all. After so many years, he was used to doing her dirty work. Susan nodded and grinned in his direction. He was her equivalent to Tony's Pepper Potts: efficient, even more fashionable, and just as irreplaceable in her eyes.
"You're unbelievable," Mr. Harris said as Quentin began gathering and handing him his clothes to usher him out of the room even faster, managing to always keep them at a distance from himself.
Susan was too engrossed in getting into her suit and taming her curly (now wild) hair to acknowledge his snide comment. Soon after, Quentin had him by the arm and out the bedroom door, leaving her to the rest of getting ready. Just before he closed off the door, he looked back at her. Susan just shrugged her shoulders while reaching to position her platform shoes on her heels, but was unable to hide a self-satisfied grin on her face.
"Boys may come and boys may go and that's alright you see-" He began singing in an upbeat voice.
"Experience has made me rich and now they're after me" She finished the verse before turning back to the mirror at her dresser and putting up her hair, hearing the door close and being alone at last with her thoughts.
