The Life of the Curator 2

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#3 of Stories Involving The Curator

Summary: Charlize heads home, but gets stopped by one of her other clients who wants something fun with her. She debates indulging him.

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The Life of the Curator

Chapter 2

for Dreixes

by Draconicon

Charlize had run through several symphonies by the time the work day was over, but it had been sufficient to dull the noise from the back of her mind and the few images that had forced their way through hadn't been so intrusive as the others earlier in the day. The panther felt relaxed as she sorted out the last few deals and payments for different pieces of art for the Wire Frame Gallery, and she felt very good about next week's new exhibits. They weren't the usual fare for her gallery, but the fact that they were pieces of naked art - as well as some new wireframes that were a little more anatomically correct compared to the lacking crotches of the current ones - would certainly catch the attention of the press. She had little doubt that the Suprenum critical scene would have much to complain about, but they were going to get an eye-full regardless.

The panther smiled as she stood up from her desk at quitting time, only to lose it as she looked at the paint-stripped walls around the office door. Right. That was something, too.

She saw the dust particles in her mind's eye again, and the panther pressed her fingers to her forehead. It wasn't the wing-flap that had ripped her office apart, but rather the sustained blasts of dust through the air across town. She let herself get swept up in those thoughts, looking at them to the exclusion of all others flitting through her head.

For a moment, she saw through Jericho's eyes. The owl was displaying his strength to the evaluators at city hall, but he wasn't doing a very good job. She could feel the tension running through him, the way that each wing beat was wrecking his shoulders. He didn't have the strength to deal with the back-blast of his new power level, and yet, he was pushing himself as hard as he could.

He wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it, either. Through his eyes, she could see the judges looking down at their handouts. He was probably exceeding their expectations by too much, showing too much power and versatility compared to what they'd been informed he could do.

The idiot. He was exposing himself.

Charlize sighed. She had given him a chance, and she had warned him that he needed to practice. Instead, he'd gone all the way down to city hall, insisted on getting a try-out for the hero ranks, and now, he was on the verge of exposing himself as a cheater. If he went any further, they would demand an examination.

It was time to end this.

The panther felt the strain that came from reaching out to one of her clients. It always went this way, always pulled at her brain and body. It felt like stretching herself out, like something had grabbed hold of her wrists, ankles, tail, everything and was pulling at them with all the force of a relentless machine. It was more than just the strain of joints and bones coming loose; it went right down to the skin, where it felt like the tissue was being pulled apart on some deeper level, like everything was going to come apart any second.

She felt for their connection, for the bond that she had left behind. The tingling mark she'd left on his talons would grow brighter, and one judge seemed to see it.

She could release the contract with any 'favor' that she asked for. It was the way that her power worked. All she had to do was give an order, and the owl would follow that order. Then, the connection would be gone, and so would his extra power.

It was something of a pity that he had decided to be so stupid about this. She had wanted to give him time to grow, but if he was going to waste that chance, then she wouldn't let him take her down with her.

"Land."

She could have done so much more than that, but she was not feeling too cruel. The owl stiffened, doubtlessly feeling his body spiraling out of his own control, and he slowly descended, flapping his wings and spreading dust all over the place. The stripping, ripping power of his enhanced abilities disappeared, and if he was lucky, then the judges would feel that he had finally come to his senses and stopped being so destructive.

Charlize kept one hand pressed to her head, grunting as she felt the ache return. It always did after losing access to someone else's mind and the storage therein, but it was something that she was more used to. She rubbed her forehead, gradually easing the ache from her skull, and leaned back against her desk.

Was Jericho going to be angry about that? Probably, but he had only himself to blame. She shook her head, gathering herself before leaving her office behind.

Ms. Warbler met her halfway to the front door, the tabby cat holding several documents in hand. The panther arched an eyebrow, and the cat bowed her head.

"Sorry, Mrs. C., but there's some contracts that still need your attention."

"It's past quitting time, Ms. Warbler. Why didn't you bring them to me earlier?"

"We, um, we received them just a moment ago."

"Then they can wait for tomorrow."

"But -"

"Unless you think that this is that important? And you are willing to stake your own reputation on that?"

Of course she was aware of the slight bite to that statement. It was intentional. The employees of the Wire Frame Gallery were all somewhat intimidated by her, and that was an attitude that she cultivated. It was one thing to be loved, another to be respected. As long as fear did not become terror, then a little bit of fear meant that they tried a little harder to stay on top of things, and more importantly, they didn't bother her with minutia that didn't need her attention.

Ms. Warbler swallowed, bobbing her head and stepping back.

"No, ma'am. It can wait until tomorrow."

"That's what I thought." She smiled. "But put it on my desk, and see to it that we have a painter come in tomorrow. There's something that needs handling."

"H-handling, ma'am?"

"Private business. Suffice to say, personal things."

"Ah...yes, ma'am."

Ms. Warbler darted off, as she usually did when 'private business' came up. Charlize watched her run off, and shook her head. There had been times when she'd considered having a contract with her assistant, but there was something just a little...gauche about it. Something crass. While she didn't mind some trash and dirt from time to time, the panther preferred to keep a little quality in her life, and having a contract like that with an underling just reeked of trashy behavior.

Besides, she could keep the tabby in line in other ways. Much more effective ways than a one-time use of her power.

She left the gallery, her high heels clicking on the pavement as she followed the long, narrow road one block off from Suprenum's main north-south thoroughfare towards the subway station. She was halfway there when the ground bounced under her, a few gusts of steam coming through the blocks of the sidewalk.

Barely a second after the buckling and bouncing had occurred, the phones in the crowd around her started buzzing. Charlize could already imagine what it was. The app that most citizens of Suprenum had installed on their phones was informing them that certain train lines would be down for the time it took to finish apprehending whatever super was responsible for the blast, and that there would be some downtime while it was repaired down there. She sighed. The subway was effectively a non-option for her at that point.

"At least there's still the bus," she muttered.

There was a stop not far from her gallery. While she could have walked from the gallery to her apartment, she wanted to take some time off her feet and keep listening to her music. It kept her headaches down, and she couldn't afford to do that while walking.

As much as she had done to keep the Curator side of her identity separate from the Charlize side, having Jericho show up at the gallery meant that there were those that were passing her name around. More to the point, there were some supers on both sides of the fence that had contracted with her in the past and would be more than willing to test their luck for another one now that their contract had run out. She could likely fight off the worst of them, but she didn't want to have to. Staying as visible as possible, as public as possible, meant that there was less likelihood of that.

The one upside of being such a desirable person meant that nobody liked to share. If someone knew who she was, they were less likely to point it out to the crowd, because that meant that they'd spark the equivalent of a bidding war. Best not share what she could do with the very people that you were trying to compete with, after all.

So, she went to the bus stop, sat on the bench, and crossed her heels as she leaned back to wait. She pulled out her phone, plugged in one ear-bud, and started a Sybelius symphony. She was barely halfway through the first movement when someone sat down beside her.

"Ma'am," the rhino - dressed in a suit as rose-pink as his skin was deep gray - said as he got comfortable. "Mind some company?"

"A lady on her own never minds a hero's presence, Liquid Delight."

"Heh, I'm sure you could handle yourself, ma'am. You certainly -"

"Ah, ah. Public, Liquid. Or should I call you -"

"Liquid's fine."

She smiled, looking down at her phone. This close, she could just make out the hints of her signature glowing through his costume. Most anyone else wouldn't be able to see them, but perhaps it was her proximity and her knowledge of them that made each one brighter. The pink hid most of it, but here and there...well, purple did have its own distinct coloration, and it was hard to hide it.

As the rhino's cheeks took on a similar hue to his costume, he scooted a bit closer, looking down her dress. It wasn't that hard to tell that he was looking at her cleavage, something that she didn't entirely begrudge him. It was fine as long as all he did was look. But as he didn't say anything else, she knew that he had something else on his mind, and unlike with Jericho, this was something that she could engage with.

Chuckling, she pulled the ear-bud out of her ear and looked up. He looked away from her breasts almost instantly, smiling at her.

"So..."

"Liquid. Don't you think that this is getting a little out of hand?" she asked.

"You're the one that keeps agreeing, let's not forget."

"I agree because you are a tremendous hunk of muscle that knows how to listen. Not because I think that it's a particularly good idea for you."

"You have to admit, I've gotten a lot better at my job."

"Indeed. Which is why I'm a little wary of using my contracts."

"Oh, come on. It's not like I'm going to get that much weaker if -"

"Do you want to test that?"

"...Maybe."

The rhino's blush was matched by a small smile creeping across his face, lending the middle-aged hero a bit of a youthful glee that was part of the reason that she liked him, and more to the point, kept him. Oh, his muscles played a part, and so did his power, but there was something about him that just made him more interesting. He kept that enthusiasm that so many young boys lost when they became supers, and that was all the better for her. It meant that it made her feel all the more appreciated for what she did.

He reached for her hand, and she sighed, allowing him to take it. She put her phone into a little pocket at the back of her dress, something stitched just below the hip.

"Fine. Just this once. But I'm taking two favors for this."

"Heh, a challenge?"

She met his gaze. Just for that, it would be three. She reached out for him, just as she had done with Jericho, and felt one of the many different contract points that they shared. Over the last three years, she'd made five with him, granting him a great deal more power than any hero with his minor talent should have had. It meant that he had grown strong and powerful in the ranks of Suprenum's heroes, something that he was risking now for a bit of fun with her.

Well, she could indulge that. She would see if he had learned his lesson.

This close, triggering one of the contract points was easy. She looked at him, and then down.

"Harden."

Liquid Delight groaned, one of his large, gray hands gripping the bench so tight that it would have cracked if he had gone any harder. His suit stretched in the crotch, his cock rising up and forming quite the distinct shape. She smiled, petting it like an obedient dog rising from a rich woman's purse. It throbbed and darkened the fabric around it.

"Such a good boy."

"Mmmph...you tease."

"Hardly. You aren't finishing until I tell you."

"Heh...is that..." His eyes widened slightly. "Oh...damn."

"Hmm, hmm."

"Um, maybe I should have -"

"No." She gripped his bulge, keeping him from pulling away and pulling him back just a bit closer. His cheeks were hotter as she leaned in. "Now...out of the costume..."

The same release of tension followed, but due to the many contracts she had on him, she didn't lose that extra space that their bond offered. That would be retained until the very least contract point was removed. His eyes flashed purple for the briefest second as her power overwhelmed him, his body obeying even as he himself was having second thoughts. The rhino stood up, and as he did, she had a perfect view of all those muscles, every bulge, every throbbing bit of flesh that was waiting to be pressed up against her. As ever, it was a lovely show, and it told her that she had made a good decision in accepting him as one of her contracted boys.

As he pulled down the zipper behind his neck, the few citizens around them turned to stare. Here he was, Liquid Delight, a hero of more than slight renown, taking off his costume in broad daylight where everyone could see him. Oh, Charlize wasn't making him take his mask off, there was none of that, but he was pulling his costume down like a stripper. She smiled to herself, indulging in a bit of ogling as he dragged the skintight pink thing down his body, exposing damp, shiny gray skin that had been molded over years of training to be as muscular and powerful as possible, big and thick and full and broad.

It was enough to get her own shaft twitching in its hidden pocket between her legs, and if she had been free to let it loose, she might have done just that.

Soon, his costume was pooled around his ankles, and she smiled as he turned to her, his big cock - something that she had seen many times over the years - exposed to her and throbbing at its full eleven inches for all to see. Liquid blushed up a storm, but he stood with his hands behind his back, a bit of a shy boy in a grown hero's body. She reached out, playing the part of an amazed civilian looking at something so big, even as she bit back a laugh as she ran a finger along the underside of his cock and he gasped for her.

"Please," he muttered, just quiet enough for her to hear and nobody else. "Everybody's staring."

"I thought you heroes liked the limelight."

"Not with my dick!"

"You want me, though."

"..."

"Two turns, then you can take me somewhere else, and we'll have our fun."

"..."

"Or I can leave now...and you get nothing. The bus will be here in sixty seconds," she said, glancing at the billboard near the stop. "Better hurry."

The rhino did as he was told, spinning on the spot, showing off his cock by thrusting his hips forward, pulling his hands down beneath it to frame it, doing everything that he could to make the big thing seem all the bigger. Cell phones and standard cameras alike came out, taking pictures of the big guy, recording it, sending it off on the internet. All the while, Charlize kept her face carefully schooled to shock and awe, embarrassment and interest, rather than the rather strong sense of desire that she had to admit was building up the longer that he showed off.

It was something that she always enjoyed. The right individuals were just fun to manipulate. Some might disguise what they did behind necessary evils, or say that they only did it because the other person couldn't be trusted not to betray them somehow, but Charlize was willing enough to admit that she did what she did because it was fun. She wanted to enjoy herself with her powers, and this was one way to get it.

Her cock throbbed again as the rhino showed off his cock to the crowd and his beefy rump to her. It was good, thick, and full of muscle, and she knew from experience that it would bounce and jiggle if she was the one on top. She had enjoyed him multiple times that way, and she knew that he'd enjoy her taking him like that again.

But not today, she felt. Today, she felt the need for something new.

He turned back to her, his cock throbbing harder than ever. Despite everything, he clearly enjoyed his audience for what it was, even if he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to keep it. She saw his begging gaze, and smiled.

"Fine."

He grabbed her and leaped over the bench, carrying her off as if he was rescuing her from a fate worse than death. She tapped his shoulder as he was about to round the corner.

"What?"

"Costume."

"...Fuck."

"Go on."

He put her down at the exit of an alley and ran back for it. She shook her head as the screams and yelps of surprise filled the air again, unable to keep herself from chuckling.

"Old or young, super or not, people will be people."

They eventually reached a private rooftop, though not through the use of his powers. They had to search for a while to find a building that still had a fire escape that was built into the exterior of the structure, and that had taken some doing. Most of the city had been updated by Bonifacio Industries or one of the other companies working within Suprenum, and that meant getting rid of those old hazards that had fallen on so many heads. The ones that remained were updated, harder to pull down, but that didn't mean much when you had the help of a well-muscled - if naked - rhino on your side.

They reached the rooftop, and he lowered her to her feet. Charlize took off her high heels, laying them gently to the side, and then pulled her skirt up enough to expose the red silk panties.

"I have your permission?" he asked.

"Oh, of course."

"Finally..."

"Liam -"

"Do you have to call me by my real name?"

"We're alone. It's hardly something you need to worry about up here," she said as the rhino went to his knees. "And besides, do you want me to be calling out your hero name when anyone might look out and watch?"

"..."

"That's what I thought. Now, be a good boy. Take them off."

The feeling of the pressure lessening was a wonderful, pleasurable feeling in and of itself, and the sense of relief as her panties were pulled down her legs and her cock let free was almost enough to make her moan right then and there. She sighed happily as it swung up, her own fleshy shaft bopping the rhino along the cheek. He smiled, turning his head to kiss it before she stepped backwards and out of her underwear. He lifted the panties to his nose, sniffing the spot where her cock had been trapped and pinned during the day.

"You've been dripping; called anyone else in?" he asked.

"No. It's been a busier day. And - mmmph..."

She rubbed the back of her head. Some of the other clients of hers were getting busy, more active. She needed a distraction, and Liam seemed to understand that as he grabbed her thighs, rubbing them as he nuzzled against her cock.

"So, how are we doing it today?" he asked, kissing along her shaft.

"I want you inside me today."

"Oh, that's going to be -"

"But you're on your back."

"I'm good with that."

She knew he would be. He was good with anything that meant that he got off, but she was going to make sure that she got what she wanted first. And besides, the bit of oral attention that he seemed rather keen to give her was a nice start.

As he gummed and licked at her cock, she closed her eyes. Guiding him with one hand on his horn and the other on the back of his head, she savored the feeling of those rubbery lips against her shaft, the way that his tongue worked along the underside to guide her in, the way that he was happy to bob along and take her deeper or shallower as she liked. He moaned around her cock, just enough to give a different kind of stimulation, and she could already feel that need that had started with her morning wood and continued by taking Jericho, and finally getting its release now.

Charlize sighed in pleasure, leaning her head back as she allowed her dress to fall over the rhino's head. He didn't complain, only pushing closer to her crotch. His horn ground against her waist and belly, not painfully, just enough to remind her that it was there, and she went with it as she rolled her hips forward, grinding her cock against his tongue over and over again.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

He groaned under her as most of her lovers did when she took their mouths. She wasn't immense, but she was big enough to qualify as more than a mouthful, something that was not just a 'cute little thing.' She had a cock that was quite good at making someone else feel it, and more to the point, be happy to be under it.

But that wasn't what she wanted today. She wanted variety.

She wanted something inside her.

As the panther worked herself up, she could feel the background fading away. All those other contracts didn't matter at that moment. She didn't have them in her head with this level of distraction. All she had was the pleasure of her cock getting sucked, her body being desired, and the pleasure of her partner on his knees in front of her. For the panther, that was all she needed.

She thrust forward one, two, three times as she realized that she was getting close, hearing Liam glukking against her cock going down his throat. Despite the number of times they had done this since he'd become one of hers, she knew that he still didn't know how to suck cock that well. He usually went with pussy, with full females, but he always came back willingly enough.

It's the control, she thought. He likes having someone else push him...

It didn't matter, really. He was here and wanted to be here, and the control she had through the contracts was just a spice to keep him interested.

As she felt herself coming too close, though, she pulled back, her cock throbbing hard. He groaned, standing up as soon as she pulled the dress off his head, soaked from the heat and his own need. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, chuckling.

"You're dripping a lot. That pent up?"

"Let's say that my partner last night ran off without finishing me this morning," Charlize said, shaking her head. "I've been a little distracted today."

"I think I can help with that."

"You better. You're not finishing until I tell you."

"So controlling..."

"You wanted it."

He blushed, but he didn't argue. He was good for that.

He laid down as she followed him to the rooftop, reaching down for his cock and giving it a tight squeeze. He groaned gratifyingly, and she gave him a good few strokes. As she did, she could feel the sweat on his shaft turning into something else, something more viscous, slippery, thick. She smiled.

His power as Liquid Delight was control over the viscosity of things. Liquid and gas alike tended to have moisture in it, and he could manipulate that with ease. The more that she had contracted with him, the greater that power had become, going from merely changing things that he touched to being able to do it at range, to being able to convert the newly viscous goo to something a little more chemically different than it already was.

It was a delightful power, so long as he didn't start being a dick about it. Once, he'd tried to tease her by gelling up her cum in her balls, making it impossible for her to reach climax. That had been fun for a while, but she'd made sure that he paid the price afterward. No need for him to think that he could just do what he wanted all the time; that was her privilege.

But the goo around his cock was more than sufficient for the purposes of lube. She chuckled as she rubbed the musky sweat-turned-slime along his shaft, spreading it over until it felt slippery enough to keep either of them from hurting themselves. Once that was done, she slid forward, her dress keeping either of them from seeing what they were doing, but it was easy enough to find where his cock was, maneuvering it by feel between her cheeks until she could feel the tip kissing her asshole.

"Mmmph...not giving me the chance to watch?" he asked.

"I don't think you need that much of a view."

"True. I can look at your breasts from here."

"Hmmm..."

She smiled. She supposed that he had earned that much. He had been a good boy, even if he had been forced. She reached up to the straps at her shoulders and pulled them down, gradually exposing one breast, and then the other. The little love bite on one of them had gotten more obvious over the course of the day, but the soft pink of her nipples poking through her black fur was enough to make that cock between her cheeks throb all the harder. She chuckled, leaning forward so that they were almost in his face.

"You always were a breast man, Liam."

"Mmmph..."

"Is it enough to take the taste of my dick out of your mouth?"

"Tease...you know I -"

"Ah ah...we both know what you want more..."

As the panther swayed her hips, she could feel his cock getting harder. Yes, yes, that was his preference. As much as he was willing to give her a blowjob, as much as he submitted to being fucked by her, this was the reward that he really craved. He liked to be controlled, and he liked his dick being put to use. This was his flavor of perversion and deviancy.

Charlize smiled as she pushed back, the squelching feeling of the sweat-turned-slime making her feel just a bit dirty as she took his cock into her ass. It was a good feeling, though, a sexy feeling. She groaned as she slowly pushed down, the hot-friction feeling of his shaft opening her up matched by the stretched feeling of that thick rhino dick opening her up. Not many of her clients got to enjoy her this way, and she was still very tight back there, something that she could see that he rather enjoyed. He had never been very good at hiding his thoughts, and the obvious pleasure he got from sinking into her was written all over his face.

She bit off a chuckle as she finally took him to the hilt. For all her external control, she did love the feeling of that cock being buried so deep inside. She had a prostate, something that probably came with the fact that she had a cock and balls, and the way something so big rubbed at it almost constantly was enough to have her dripping under her dress.

Making a mental note to drop this one off at the laundry service before she took it anywhere else, she pressed her hands to his muscular chest - he was so hard beneath her fingers, so firm - and started riding. The feeling of his cock sliding back out was so intense at first, hot and almost painful despite the amount of slime-lube that they were using, but that only made it better for her. Something a little rough was better than something too loving, and besides, she didn't want him to get the wrong idea.

Back, back, back, all the way up to the tip, enjoying that feeling of her hole being pulled out a bit, the way that the almost-too-dry shaft felt going along her rim. It was making her feel puffy, stretched, wide, and that pressure running along her prostate, subtly different along every inch of his cock, made her cock jump and twitch and spit pre-cum against the soft underside of her dress.

"Mmm...just as big as ever..."

He didn't respond. She didn't expect him to. He was a little too busy enjoying her ass.

That worked for her. She settled into a simple rhythm, up and down, up and down, and each time that she felt it sinking into her, some of the discomfort went away and the pleasure grew that much stronger. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of having someone completely under her control under her, and that only added to the feeling of power, of pleasure, of enjoyment.

It didn't take long for her to reach her first orgasm. She thrust her hips forward, panting, cumming under her dress. Her cock twitched and splattered the purple silk with her seed, and the fabric darkened enough for her to see the outline of her cock properly through it. She panted for a moment, having to slow down, but she didn't stop. Not by a long shot; she kept riding, even as Liam groaned under her.

"So...so much..."

"Yes, heh...this is what you decided was worth it."

"Oh god..."

"Yes...I'm going to keep this up for a while."

Not as long as she normally would, since it was the end of the day and she could feel her legs already starting to get a little tired from the riding, but for a good hour, she felt. That much teasing should be enough to get him more than ready to cum, and that reminder of her power should keep him from coming for too many booty calls for the next couple of weeks. She'd already indulged him more than once, and while he made for a competent lover, she didn't want him to think that the contract actually included the right to keep doing this. It was fun, but there were certain reputations that she didn't want to take on.

And besides, as lovely as his muscles were, and his submission, there was something just a bit off about his aesthetic. He was classically large, but she was starting to get over her Graeco-Roman phase of art and body-styles. She wanted something new, something different, something that didn't conform to the same requirements.

She wasn't sure what that would end up being just yet, but she knew that he was on his way out. She would keep her agreements, of course, but his place as one of her favored beauties was in peril.

But for now, she would keep riding…and he would keep serving.

The End

Summary: Charlize heads home, but gets stopped by one of her other clients who wants something fun with her. She debates indulging him.

Tags: I/M, Intersex/Male, Shemale, Panther, Rhino, Blowjob, Anal, Riding, Supers, Superheroes, Body Control, Exhibitionism, Size Difference, Cum, Orgasm, Series,

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