Catsuit/The Cobalt Sphericity update

Jen applied the last touches to her make-up. She’d had a work-out with Ben, then some girl talk with Sue, and it’d all left her pretty thinned out. Nothing like a fresh shade to help with that, even if her palette was necessarily limited. Not many people made lipstick with a green girl in mind.

Jen had rich, dark hair down to her shoulders, with hot green eyes and a full, wide mouth. Her face was beautiful, as beautiful as any cover-girl model. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, creamy to the touch, and a vibrant shade of green that was darker than her jade eyes, but lighter than her mossy hair.

Her tits were full and wide-spaced, the nipples tilted upward in their slight erection. She had a relatively small waist and a flat stomach spiced with ridged muscle, although with the same delicious hint of roundness that applied to the rest of her voluptuous frame. Her hips were curvy and her thighs very long and shapely. Her ass swelled out in mouthwatering firm cheeks, with a deep, inviting valley between.

She dressed to both emphasize and obscure this in turn—at present, she was wearing a white blouse unbuttoned almost to her demi-cup bra, showing a generous abundance of her pendulous breasts as well as a pendant necklace she was fond of. A leather skirt added to the ensemble, straddling her muscular thighs, then leaving her legs bare down to the spaghetti-strap sandals that almost seemed too dainty for her feet. But they fit, their slashing straps balancing out her well-rounded calves.

She was by no means on display—not with her glasses on and her styled-up hairdo lending her seriousness—but she fully expected that any man would find her distracting, especially if she wanted them to. It was a good position to be in.

There was a buzz on the intercom. Jen dropped her compact back into the desk drawer that served as a make-up station and answered the call. “Yes?”

“Mr. Storm to see you.”

Jen glanced at her clock, checking the time against her memory of her itinerary. “Didn’t know I had an appointment at the moment.”

“It was last-minute, miss, but you did authorize it.”

Jen shrugged. “Show him in.” Hopefully, that little lapse in professionalism hadn’t cost her too dearly. She buttoned another button on her blouse. Maybe that would make up for it.

Johnny was a tall, athletic young man, wearing tight jeans. He closed the door behind him and the moment he turned around, Jen knew she had struck gold again. His fly was packed solid with a bulge.

Not that she would do anything with a client, of course. That would be unethical.

“Johnny,” Jen said, inclining her head in a respectful greeting and directing him to a chair in front of her desk. “So good to see you again. We met at that afterparty, oh, what was it, a week and a half ago? Now I remember. You said you might have some work for me.”

He sat, not folding his legs but leaving them widespread, as if unashamed of the tightness of his pants and the prominence of his member. Jen had to work to keep her eyes above the waist. There certainly was a lot to see below it. “That’s right, Jen. You don’t mind me calling you Jen, do ya?”

“Of course,” Jen smiled. “I don’t have clients, I have friends. Friends with money.”

“I do have money,” Johnny said. “And an offer for you, still.”

Jen folded her hands on her desk. “I’m listening.”

Johnny drummed his hands on his thighs and Jen found her eyes flicking downward, to see if the impacts would make his bulge shift, give her a better angle on—“You’ve probably heard by now, but I’m doing pretty alright for myself. Money. Business opportunities. All sorts of gigs. But I’m sure you know that can all go away in an instant. And I don’t want to be like MC Hammer. I want a lot set aside for a rainy day. I’d rather be comfortable for a long time then living large for a little bit.”

“Very astute of you,” Jen said. “Would you like me to recommend a financial manager?”

“No, no, all those guys are crooks. The lawyers, the accountants, the managers—they’re no good! I’ve heard it from everyone. What I need is someone I can trust. And then I thought… who can I trust more than an Avenger?”