The Birthday Present

Chapter 11

Horny Couples, Bloody Fingers, Bloody Noses

"We have an hour and a half to fool around before the Green Arrow steals you from me. I wonder if there is any way I could convince you that I am to be preferred to this other dude? Hmmm. Let me think. Oh, I know! I could let you look at my chest for a couple of minutes!" Clark said with wicked grin plastered all over his face.

"Wow, Clark. You are so romantic. We can try that, but I have to tell you that I'm not sure a couple of minutes of chest gazing will give me enough will power to resist such a big, hot man as Green Arrow. Especially if he can make a girl climax just by looking at him," Lois replied with an equally wicked grin as she gazed up expectantly into Clark's eyes.

"Well, okay. I guess I could let you look at it for three minutes. But we don't want to overdo it. Last time we did that you got a nose bleed from getting over stimulated. Remember?" Clark pointed out matter of factly as he pulled Lois into a careful hug.

Lois chuckled at his humor and hugged him back as hard as she could. Looking up at him she asked, already knowing the answer, "Feel anything?"

"Of course. Super senses and all that," He smiled warmly down at her.

Lois sighed. Her body ached to feel his attentions and she knew that she would not be disappointed but she was dying to return the favor. If she were just a little bit more irresponsible she would have insisted that he have red sun lamps installed in their bedroom. But knowing that he might be needed at any moment and that just as he slowly lost his powers in a red sun environment it also took him a few minutes to return to normal once out of that sort of environment, minutes that could spell death for him, those in need of saving, or both. So she never suggested it.

Lois closed her eyes and pressed herself to his chest. Then pushed back away teasingly, "I'm gonna go freshen up a little bit. See you in a few minutes, Handsome."

Clark smiled and let her go. He watched as she practically ran into the bathroom to ready herself for their evening. He would have to go easy on her. He knew she had her mind set on interviewing Dr. Williams about his new 'Swingers' Club.

Clark wondered what went through a man, or woman's mind when they were willingly sharing their spouse or significant other with another person.

Could it really be healthy for the relationship? Could they continue to have healthy intimacy with their spouse, and not resent that they had willingly enjoyed sex with someone else?

He supposed that there were those who would truly enjoy it, and for a moment he wondered what it would be like to share his bed with more than one woman, and what woman, or women he would want to share his bed with.

Almost as soon as the thought entered his mind, he stopped himself and blushed at what, and who he had just thought about. He realized that his thoughts had not been about letting another man be with Lois, but of himself, having multiple partners. He knew that the former thought was not something he would ever willingly be a party to so he had no right to even consider the latter. Shaking his head at the images dancing through it, he pushed the thoughts from his mind as he stepped into the bedroom.

Lois was on the bed waiting for him with a lovely black teddy she had picked out a couple of weeks prior. She smiled dreamily up at him. "Come here, Smallville, and show this big town girl what a country boy can do."

Clark smiled, stripped down, sat on the edge of the bed, scooped Lois up, and sat her on his lap facing him. Supporting her back with one hand he leaned into her, and began planting kisses along her shoulders, neck, and face.

Lois closed her eyes. Her body was on fire. She trembled at his gentle, and tender attentions. "Whoever named you, Smallville, should be taken out back and shot. There is absolutely nothing "small" about you. I know. I've had a good look. I'm looking right now."

Clark smiled down at her as he pulled her straps down from her shoulders, "Oh, I don't know. I think she's just too pretty to be dragged out back and shot. Maybe I could torture her for a little while until she's sorry for what she has done. Then I could let her go."

"What if she never wants you to let her go?" Lois moaned as Clark nipped her ear lobe.

"Well then, at least she'll never have the chance to call anybody else, Smallville,"
Clark said as he caressed another moan from her.

After that, there was a lot of moaning and very little talking.

******Star City******

******Queen Industries Towers******

******Penthouse Suite******

Ollie had contacted Blue Beetle privately and had him teleport him directly home. He was glad everyone was alright, but he wanted to give Dinah some more time before he tried to convince her to take him back.

He gave a grunt of satisfaction as he materialized into his comfortable, and familiar surroundings.

Divesting himself of his uniform and weapons he showered, and prepared for his interview date with the pretty reporter from Metropolis.

******Metropolis******

The More The Merrier. It was the new club owned by Dr. Williams. All who joined were looking for a little adventure with the consent, and willing participation of his, or her spouse.

The club was spacious. Beautiful young women attended every table, and danced sensuously on stage. There were several 'back rooms', and two floors of rooms for the patrons to practice their merry sharing.

Dr. Williams sat at a stool watching everyone. It was still early evening, and the club was just slowly filling up. He would have his hands, and his bed full in a short time. He enjoyed interviewing new couples, and convincing them to join. He always made it a point of convincing the woman that her mate was not enough for her sexual needs, and of getting the man to consent to his wife having sex with him to prove his point.

Dr. Williams interviewed every couple, and single female that entered the club. In fact there was not a single female who had been allowed to join that had not had sex with him first. A fact he was quite proud of. H was looking forward to another busy night.

"Mr. Lord?" It was a woman's voice. The voice belonged to an attractive brown haired woman flashing a badge at him.

Dr. Williams looked at her annoyed for a moment but then he smiled. "It's Dr. Williams, and I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure."

"I'm agent Jones. Margo Jones. I'm here to ask you about a fellow agent of mine. She disappeared a few weeks ago. Last I heard she was supposed to visit your club following a lead in a drug case we were working on." Agent Jones passed him a picture of a young attractive blond female in her late twenties, "Does she look familiar to you?" she asked studying his face closely.

Dr. Williams looked at the picture for a moment. "She doesn't look familiar but we get so many attractive young woman coming through that door that, to be honest, there are probably very few here that I would be able to point out to you in a crowd. I'm very sorry about your friend. Hope she resurfaces again soon." As he said this he stood up from his bar stool, straightened his jacket and turned to leave. "Please feel free to stay as long as you like, and if you need some entertainment for yourself, I can promise you that everyone here is very discreet, and no one will be the wiser if you wish it to stay a secret.

"Why thank you, Mr. Lord. That is very kind of you. Actually, I find it rather interesting that you used the word 'resurface' because that is exactly what my friend did. She resurfaced as a corpse in the Metropolis River several days ago. She was full of the drug that she was trying to track down. Her last transmission said that she had tracked it here to your new club, and that your true name was Maxwell Lord. Any of this sound familiar to you?" Her voice was cold, and her right hand was on her weapon.

Dr. Williams stopped dead in his tracks and turned around slowly. His eyes were annoyed but he spoke calmly, "My name is Dr. Williams. I do not know why anyone would think that my name is Maxwell Lord. I do not sell coffee, nor am I a god, or king. If you wish to speak more to me I suggest you come join me in my office. I do not like guns, or weapons of any kind in my establishment. You'll notice there are no bouncers here. Everyone is here of their own free will and no one has any need for causing trouble, or taking strange drugs." As he said this he stepped up to agent Jones grasping her elbow firmly, but gently, and began to walk the suddenly docile agent up the stairs to his office. As he closed the door behind them he pulled out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket, and wiped a little bit of blood from his nose.

******Watchtower******

******Princess Maxima's Chambers******

Maxima awoke from her troubled sleep. She saw that she had only slept a couple of hours, but she felt as if she had not slept in weeks. She could not explain her sudden lethargy. She had not been in battle nor had she participated in any strenuous training in the last couple of days. She knew that most of the Leaguers were probably off station at the moment, and wondered if any of those present would be able, and willing to spar with her.

Her best sparring partners were Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Superboy, Powergirl, the Marvels, and Big Barda. J'onn wasn't bad but he either went too easy on her, or defeated her too quickly. She always enjoyed sparring with Superman. She knew that he always let her win and he took it way too easy on her, but it gave her a chance to be alone with him and touch him more than she normally had the chance to.

She smiled as she remembered his promise to 'talk to her again soon.' She knew that he had liked the kiss as much as she had and she knew she would have another opportunity in the near future.

It annoyed her that he spent so much time in the company of the Amazon princess, but she knew that they had been close friends for a very long time and she respected her as an ally, and as one who had helped defend her home world against the warlord Mongul. The battle had turned into a rescue mission as her armada had been scattered across several space sectors, and she, and her twelve body guards had barely escaped with their lives.

Maxima pushed the depressing thoughts of her home world away, and stood up from the bed. She dressed in green, and gold body armor, and noted with annoyance that her finger was still bleeding from the cut she had received from Circe's prison dagger.

She quickly wrapped it, grabbed one of her swords, and left her room to head for the monitor station. Her body guards started to follow, but she smiled and dismissed them. "I do not need an escort here. We are among friends and allies. Go. Take your leisure. I will be in the training room exercising if you need to reach me."

The two body guards had just recently started to become accustomed to Maxima's rare smiles, and kinder nature. She had always been rather spoiled, and bossy although never truly cruel.

"As you wish, my Princesss," her guard answered in unison, and departed for their quarters.

Maxima made her way to the monitoring station. Steel was on duty. He had removed his helmet and was busy scanning the weapons room, and the vault. When she entered he looked up and smiled.

"Good evening, Princess Maxima. That was quite a scare we had earlier today, wasn't it?" John asked in greeting.

"It was, friend Steel. But we all should have known that Superman is not so easily defeated, let alone killed," Maxima said with great pride, and unhidden affection.

Steel chuckled, and nodded his head. "That is very true. He is a good man, and he never ceases to amaze me. But then I am completely biased when it comes to Superman. I'm alive today because of him. To be perfectly honest, I have found every one of the Leaguers that was present on Themyscira today to be amazing. And you can call me John, or John Henry if you like. I don't mind. It's my name and we are all allies here."

Maxima nodded her head. "Yes, I suppose all of the other heroes are amazing in their own way, friend John Henry." Changing the subject she asked, "Who is here on the Watchtower that would be able and willing to spare with me in the combat room?"

John checked the roster. "Well there are twelve Leaguers including you and I, and your twelve body guards. Let's see, there are Black Canary, Fire, Captain Atom, Booster, Metamorpho, J'onn, Vixen, John, Hal, and Huntress. Looks like that's it.

Maxima thought for a moment. "I would not mind seeing Hal Jordan once more."