Marcus sighed even as she watched Carol Dallon walk away after shouting for her daughter to come down and send him away, not even bothering to wait. She was quite frustrated, not that he needed her body language to know that.
He was glad that he had impulsively taken a photo of Vicky while her mother was in the background. Without that, he had no idea just how badly he would have been screwed by her. She had deserved her reputation as a hardass.
But, having real-time access to the emotions of the opposing side made negotiating much easier, especially since she was the one who was in a hurry. Of course, he didn't push too much, afraid of looking greedy.
He still gave up the name rights of the photos, meaning they would be attributed to someone else, but he didn't care about it. He didn't even care about doubling the promised payment that much. Not that he was turning his nose to two thousand dollars, but the real benefit was much more fascinating.
She agreed that I could have a photo shoot with any willing member of the New Wave. She was smug when she added a line saying any release was dependent on her approval, no doubt wanting to sabotage any release, but he didn't care.
Just taking their photos was an incredible benefit. He couldn't imagine just how amazing things would be —
But, his thoughts came to a halt when Vicky came floating down the stairs, wearing a black robe that was too short for someone who flew casually in front of her, showing her lacy panties underneath. He was surprised. He had felt that she had been impressed by the way he handled her mother, but he didn't expect her to be affected to such a degree.
"Sorry about that. I expected that my mom would send you away, so I changed to sleep."
"I'm sorry to ruin your sleep," he said with a soft smile. The emotion reading from that single photo had already expired, but he didn't need that to know she was just spinning excuses out of thin air.
He wasn't complaining.
"Don't worry. I was supposed to be out, partying, but I had been dumped by my boyfriend, so…"
"He must be an idiot," Marcus said, easily reading her excuses. "But, it's disappointing that you changed. I was hoping that we could have that photo shoot you promised the last time." There was no such promise, but he knew that she was more than willing to write off that detail.
"Well," she said as she looked down, deliberately lingering. "I don't see why not, as long as you promise to give them to me. This time, without a contract."
Marcus didn't answer. He didn't need to, not when all he needed was to raise his camera and press the shutter. Just like that, he connected to her emotions once more. "Sexy," he confidently declared, the real-time access to her emotions giving him a hook for frustration she hadn't been feeling when he first arrived.
He guessed that the boyfriend in question was responsible. Well, his loss…
"Oh, how naughty, taking a photo without my permission," she said. "But, we shouldn't be here. I don't want to get caught by my mom."
He shrugged. "It's your house. You know it best," he said. Another benefit of accessing her emotions. She clearly liked to be the one in control. He guessed it was a part of her fight with her boyfriend. Not a lot of men were happy with following the directions of a woman, especially one who was physically stronger than them, finding such a thing emasculating.
To be perfectly frank, it wasn't Marcus' ideal type of fun either, but he was willing to play along when he was getting better superpowers out of it. Especially when it meant getting a sexy show from Glory Girl in the process.
"Alright, let's go," she said as she hugged him without a warning, lifting him in a bridal hold. She was doing it deliberately, both to entertain herself and as a test. A test that he passed only because he was cheating.
What a complicated young woman.
"It's an interesting way of travel," he commented even as they flew. Once they arrived he looked around, taking stock of her bedroom, which was nothing too impressive. It was bright, but otherwise not exactly different from the bedroom of a young woman in any movie.
Just with more discarded hero costumes.
"Sorry, I didn't think," she said, her smile disagreeing with her words. But, her attitude only meant that Marcus was more enthusiastic about pushing her, wondering if he would hit her limits, or if she would play along.
"Not a problem," he said. "Now, I remember you promising me a photoshoot."
"Yes, I did," she said even as she opened her arms. "I'm under your command."
Marcus was glad that his camera was high enough to hide his smirk, amused by the accuracy of her words. She was more right than she realized. He turned to play with the dimmer and the table lamps, giving the room the sexiest mood he could manage quickly.
Her smile showed that she was aware of it and happy with it. Her emotions were a bit more hesitant, though, signaling to him to be careful not to push her too much.
"So, Vicky, impress me," he said even as he caught her gaze, deliberately not using her cape name. "Put your hands on the wall and lean forward."
With that, the sexiest shoot of his life started. While it was a bit unfair to Taylor, he had to admit, Vicky knew how to flaunt her sexuality much better.
Still, he started the shoot mild, deliberately staying safe. Access to her emotions showed that to be the better choice, no matter her demeanor suggested otherwise. She was an extrovert, but she also used flirting as a defense mechanism.
A tricky combination.
Only when she started to feel comfortable, he pushed. More reckless than he would be under optimal conditions, but his fun had already been ruined by one parent today. He didn't want to experience a second one.
"Why don't you slide your nightie a bit so you can display your beautiful shoulders," he suggested. There was no hesitation as the silky fabric slid until the spotlights were shining from her shoulder, showing her bra straps.
"Now, turn to me and bend down. Then, look at me with a naughty smile," he said, the details of the pose handled by his power.
"Naughty," she said even as she cupped her breasts, keeping her nightie in place. He just smiled before he asked for a few more photos, extending the distance between shots enough to trigger his power.
Fun aside, he wanted to get three separate sets the way his power was measured. Diminishing returns started after that, and he was curious how much his strength would increase doing so. However, even as he asked her different poses, he didn't ask her to get rid of her nightie, knowing she would just end the show despite the clear invitation.
However, deliberately goading her until she did that was completely different. So, he gave her a few more orders, suggestive but not revealing. She smiled more, but he could feel her frustration.
"A boring pose," she complained when he gave a deliberately easy pose.
"Why don't you pick one if you think that's boring —" he challenged, only to let out a fake, exaggerated gasp when she grabbed the skirt of her nightie and removed it in one smooth move. Underneath, she was wearing a lacy black set that was slightly transparent even with the dim lights. "Well, I have to admit, it's a spectacular wardrobe change," he admitted, knowing she would like it.
"Of course. Everything I do is spectacular," she declared. Not a point he could refute even if he wasn't trying to get her naked. She was right.
"Alright, let's see if we can turn that spectacular into glorious," he said, the pun earning a playful groan. "Let's start with something simple. Give the camera a slow side-eye, like you're catching someone staring. Look surprised yet intrigued."
She followed his commands perfectly, giving him an excellent photo. He knew that he could sell that photo to magazines for at least five figures … but it would end up with Glory Girl turning him into a paste, so it wasn't worth it.
For the same reason, he didn't dare to push too much. Her feelings were in the clear, and Marcus didn't dare to push her too much. But, he wasn't a complete wuss either. "Alright, now something confident. Move in front of the light so that you turn into a shadow, and pull one of your bra straps to the side," he asked, earning a hesitant glance from her.
Yet, she still followed, allowing him to immortalize another sexy pose of her. He licked his lips, unable to contain his desire too much. She noticed his hesitance, which bolstered her confidence. She pushed the other strap to the side as well, which meant her bra was hanging much looser, a sharp move enough to snap it down.
Marcus could feel his breath getting faster, ignoring his instincts to take that as an invitation. But, her feelings made it very clear what would happen if he dared to follow that particular path.
"Let's bring back some playfulness," he commented instead. "Lie on the bed, propped up on your elbows. Hold your phone to cover your cleavage, but make it look accidental. I want you to look directly at the camera and wink, a knowing smile on your lips. Maybe even bite your bottom lip slightly," he suggested.
"Oh, naughty," she said even as she looked at him with a smoldering stare. She raised her phone, deliberately misaligning it so as not to block the view. From that angle, her breasts looked spectacular.
"Not exactly, but as long as you're happy —" he said, only to freeze when a sudden sense of fury hit him, affecting him even more. It took a moment to realize it wasn't just her emotions, but also her aura hitting him, triggering his fear.
He managed to ignore it easier than the previous time he felt that aura. Maybe it was the familiarity, or maybe it was because he had a copy of her powers, but either way, a partial immunity was welcome.
Though, even with that advantage, the only reason he wasn't running away was her focus. Instead of looking at him, she was looking at her phone after it buzzed. She clearly received a message she wasn't happy with.
He was sure that it was the end of the photo shoot. A pity, but unless she decided to destroy all the negatives, not exactly a tragedy either. While missing the chance to see more of her naked body was a loss, the possibility of increasing the power he received from her was more than enough as a reward.
Then, the pressure from her fear aura disappeared, replaced by one that begged him to worship her, hitting him hard. Without the partial immunity, he would have probably turned into an addled fool.
Though, even with that immunity, it was a challenge to contain his emotions when she rose to her knees on her bed, looking at him with a smoldering gaze of anger and desire, her emotions bubbling.
Especially since she left her bra on the bed, revealing her glorious tits.
He was more than happy to play along, he thought even as he took another photo.
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