Operation: DeFloweration

Entry #2 – September 13th

Antha, I am going through a seriously damaging brain freeze right now. I still have no clue how I'm supposed to get time alone with Mr. Lex Luthor. I've tried many ideas but discarded them because of the obviousness of the situation. I've been debating with myself as to 'should I be obvious?' I mean... I'm trying to get this man into bed. I'm not thinking of a long-term relationship.

Whoa! I just felt chills run up my spine at the mention of that word. Must be the triple espresso I'm drinking. The caffeine rush alone is enough to make the dead rise. Anyway, the need to see him is fierce. Last night I had a very heated dream that I really, REALLY want to try out.

I'm contemplating whether I should write them in this book or start a new book on SEX DREAMS. What I mean to say is that...I got as far as an inexperienced girl like me could get. Not that I'm saying I'm not inexperienced. I mean I have had quite a few boys chase after me. Though it is pretty sad when I can count them all on one hand minus three fingers... And of course, Lex is not a boy but a man. A gorgeous and perfectly constructed man whom I would love to take serious advantage of.

But I do know...some...stuff... Aaah! Who am I kidding?

Alright...I'll spill...

Here is the dream...It was late at night (because aren't they always at night) and I dreamt that I had gone to see him at the mansion. I had on a dark blue barely-there dress or was it dark green. Really...the dress looked more like a slip but hey...that's fashion for you. Anyway, I found myself breezing into his study without any obstructions. Sigh! Only in dreams...

He was there of course. Sexy as ever in all his Luthorishness. Goodness, that man could make nun give up the faith in a split second. As I sailed in, his eyes raked my body up and down and a devilish smile formed on his face. I, also, took the opportunity to boldly study the man sitting at his desk. He was wearing a white shirt that was open several notches at the collar. I could clearly see an expanse of his chest and I was immediately assaulted by a hunger that only Lex Luthor's body could satisfy.

Antha...though normally I don't really speak like this...let's remember I am recalling my dream...

"Ms. Sullivan, to what do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?" His voice remained low and husky sending bits of electric volts coursing through my body.

"Why Lex, for an intelligent and deductive man, you certainly are very clueless tonight." I teased as I edged closer. I found myself sashaying with parts of my body I'd never thought I'd be sashaying with.

"Clueless am I...And what pray tell are you doing here, Ms. Sullivan?" the emphasis of my name upon his lips and the heat of his gaze as his eyes came to rest upon my chest awakened an inferno within me that I could not easily smother nor did I want to.

"I'm here for you, Mr. Luthor." I said brazenly as I approached him. I found myself standing before his chair. I came closer to him and bent down to whisper in his ear while giving him an ample view of my very perky breasts.

And, yes they are perky...

As I put my lips close to his ear I whispered... "As an avid student, I'm here to learn everything you can teach me in the art of pleasure. Will you do that for me? Will you teach all there is to know?" My tongue had slipped out and slowly licked a trail around his earlobe. He shook violently at my actions. I slowly stood and smiled wickedly upon him. He didn't move as our gazes met and clashed. And as of their own will my hands reached out and ripped open his shirt. Wow! He was marvelous to behold. Solid, muscular, and rock hard with pecks and abs that were to die for.

And like all dreams, suddenly, a bottle of chocolate syrup appeared (where I got this idea...I do not know but I am definitely going to employ it...) and I grasped and took hold of the bottle. As I brought it towards me and I began to stroke the bottle up and down in sensual movement. Lex's breath hitched noticeably. My wicked smile widened as I tip the bottle over and poured the thick, dark liquid down his chest. I casually placed the bottle back on the desk where it quickly disappeared into dreamland and I found myself kneeling before his chair stroking the tops of his thighs that were, of course, as hard as his chest.

With a deliberateness that even shocked me, I began to lick at the syrup, taking the time to linger in certain places. I heard him groan and it spurred me on. I worked my way upwards from his abs towards his pecks. His groans became louder. Up and up I worked my way... towards his neck, moving ever so slowly. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to experience those lips upon mine. What would they feel like? My tongue was inches away from its goal when he pulled me slightly away. His burning gaze was my undoing and I reached out to him...I wanted his lips...Closer and closer they descended... and that's when it happened...

The damned alarm clocked went off and my dreams, my wonderfully heated dreams faded away in the space of a heartbeat. I screamed with anger and threw the offending machine across the room.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! I was almost there...

Of course my actions led to my dad calling out my name to see if everything was okay. I took several deep breaths and forced a cheerfulness I did not feel in my voice as I responded. I can't believe I came so close...Only to be denied. Denied! Aaah!

But my dream has led me to ask this important question: How does Lex feel about chocolate syrup? Must definitely investigate...

Sorry...Sorry...Must focus on the task at hand. But it's so hard... I mean the task...Not him...Well maybe...STOP! STOP!!

Okay...Okay... Need to brainstorm. I could try to set up an interview with him. Nope! That won't work. The man's a slippery as a fish when it comes to interviewing. What can I do? Think! And then another light bulb went off in my head.

Clark! Yes! Clark! He may not the brightest star in the universe but if I word my request subtlety and as simply, very simply as possible, perhaps he might give me some ideas. Okay...an idea...something...

The irony of this situation is most definitely not lost on me. I, Chloe Sullivan, smart, independent, and clever – (according to Lex Luthor – I can't believe he called me clever) STOP doing that! – am relying on Clark Kent (whose track record is not the best) for help in the dating field. Can I really call it a dating field if all I want is hot, passionate SEX?

Ugh! I think I need more coffee...Or maybe a long, stiff drink... Help!

Entry #3 – September 15th

Antha, I have a plan. It's a weak plan but it's a plan nonetheless.

Clark, as usual, was of no assistance. Why I thought he might help is beyond me? And of course, the only place I could talk with him was...yep...you guessed it...The Talon. Honestly, does he sleep there or what? If I didn't know Lana was such a PADTS freak, I would have seriously questioned it. I started to word my request but before I could spit it out, Lana appeared at Clark's side. Of course she just had to insert herself in the conversation and Clark was such a nitwit that his trademark goofy smile appeared and he went bye-bye to his much adored fantasy world.

Linda Blair in The Exorcist has nothing on me and what I wanted to do at that particular moment...

I thought about going online and researching this matter. But then the word PATHETIC and loser scrolled before my eyes.

So...Getting back to my dilemma...I've set up a meeting with Lex regarding the computers he donated to the Torch. I told him that some of them are acting up and I forgot to get his signature on the warranty. LAME! Very, very LAME! I know but that was the best I could come up with. It seems as if my brain has decided to go on strike.

So I'm in my room trying to come up with an outfit that will definitely make him notice me. Normally, I what I was wearing but since I am bent on seducing this man... a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. I have this beautiful emerald green silk top that is low cut in the cleavage area. Granted, my breast may not be the size of grapefruits that Lex seems to be accustomed to but I'm very satisfied with what I got.

To accompany my top, I've decided to wear a pair of extremely tight (practically molded on to my hips and thighs like second skin) black pants. I figured he might as well appreciate what he most definitely will be getting. I'm also wearing a pair of low heeled black boots. Six inch heels and I just do not get along and I can just imagine myself falling flat on my face upon arrival. Not quite the attention getter I am aiming for.

Question is: Once I'm there what should I do next? Should I openly flirt with him? Should I play the coy maiden and bat my eyelashes at him? No! That won't work. I'm so bad at flirting that he'd probably think I was having some kind of seizure and next thing you know, boom...I'm in an ambulance on my way to the hospital.

Why? Why did I have to be so inept at this romance business? Sometimes I wish I was an expert or at least had someone to ask these pesky questions to.

I guess I'm going to have to wing it. I just hope I can control myself. I want to seduce him not scare the living crap out of him. And I know the dream I had will suddenly make an appearance in my brain and it's going to take every ounce of self-control that I posses (and I have to admit that I don't have that much in stock) to remain seated and not jump him.

So here goes...I shall report everything that happens tomorrow. With a little luck (Fine! Lots of luck!), I could be a true woman in the sense of the word. I guess we're going to have to see...

Will write soon...

Bye!

Chloe

TBC...