Penelope Payes, billionaire tech genius, wasn’t sure what she hated most about high-society parties: the terrible food, the inane small talk, or the difficulty of keeping any of her high-tech gadgets on her while wearing a form-fitting evening gown. I hope no one needs a superheroine at this party, she thought. I’d need to run all the way down to the parking garage to get my Platinum Panther armor, and I don’t think I can run in these heels.

As the mayor blathered on about municipal bonds and the opportunity they presented for Penelope’s ground-breaking company, Payestech, she caught sight of a woman wearing a tuxedo. The woman’s back was turned, so all Penelope could see was lustrous waves of hair against the black silk tuxedo jacket. But every man in the woman’s vicinity was facing her, pushing closer and closer, desperately forcing themselves right on top of her.

“Excuse me, Mr. Mayor. I see something of a social emergency.” Penelope hurried toward the besieged woman. I won’t even need super-powered armor to save this woman from being outnumbered.

The circle of admirers was four men deep by the time Penelope arrived. “Gentleman, perhaps the lady will speak with you later. At the moment, I heard they were bringing out fresh ceviche from the kitchens.” Taking the woman’s arm, she swept her into a secluded alcove, away from the crush of the party guests.

“I’m terribly sorry about the trouble, Miss …” Penelope looked into the woman’s face. Recognition jolted through her body. “Venus de Milo!”

The impossibly beautiful woman smiled. “I see my reputation precedes me. Wait. I know you, don’t I?”

It was only Penelope’s iron will that kept her from answering immediately. She’s seen me out of my Platinum Panther armor dozens of times. It’s a miracle she doesn’t recognize me. All I need to do to protect my secret identity is a little creative lying.

Penelope swallowed. Venus’s lips pursed in concentration, making Penelope’s pussy wet. Her mouth dropped open. “Yes, you know me.”

“Hmmm. I can’t place the face, but I do meet so many people in my line of work. I don’t suppose you’d want to tell me who you are?”

I’m glad I went heavy on the makeup tonight. Penelope couldn’t pull her eyes away from Venus’s beauty. “No, I would, um, I’d rather not?”

“Well, a guessing game will be fun!” Venus smiled. Penelope moaned at the sort of fun Venus de Milo liked. “Put your hands on the mirror and keep them there. Have we met once, twice, or more than twice?”

Penelope leaned over, pressing her palms against the cold glass. Trying to lie while entranced by Venus’s beauty would just be a waste of effort. “More than twice.”

“Well, then you probably had something that I wanted. I steal from a lot of people.” She lifted Penelope’s gown and ran her hand over billionaire’s naked ass. “What did I take from you?”

Penelope trembled with building desire. “You took my self-control.”

“Is that all? No priceless jewels? No purse full of cash?” Venus slid a finger between Penelope’s thighs, teasing around the edges of her sodden panties.

Penelope wanted to close her eyes and relish the sensation, but she couldn’t look away from Venus’s reflection in the mirror. “You never stole anything physical from me. Just your freedom.”

“My freedom? How extreme! You must be someone chasing me.” Her hand slipped beneath Penelope’s panties and cupped her sex. Penelope saw stars. “No cop could afford a gown like this, so you must be a superheroine. Am I right?”

Penelope’s breath was so ragged she could barely speak. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes, you’re right.”

“And you want to hold onto your secret identity, right?”

Her whole body trembled with ecstasy now. No one could possibly look sexier finger-fucking me. Penelope’s orgasm burned hot within her, on the cusp of erupting. “Yes…. I want to keep it. Please.”

Venus stepped back suddenly, waving her wet fingers beneath her nose. Penelope gasped. “I was right. This is fun. I’ll let you keep your secret … for a price.”

The heroine’s voice quavered. “How much?”

“Five.” Venus smiled. How can she look so fuckable while she’s blackmailing me?

“Million?” Penelope asked.

“Orgasms. From your tongue. If we’ve met several times before, then you must know what I like. Get to it.”

Penelope sank to her knees. Moving Venus’s cummerbund aside to unzip her fly, her mouth started to water. I always loved sucking off a man in a tux, but I don’t understand how she makes this look sexier than that. I can hardly imagine how mind-fucked I would be if I weren’t totally straight.

With a sigh of pleasure, Penelope slid her tongue over Venus de Milo’s slick, hot, gorgeous, juicy lips.