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Stone hadn't been lying. The VIP section was definitely more relaxed.
No longer was the deep base of house music pounding at Dinah's ears, nor were the pulsing lights of The Cage's dance floor hurting her eyes. They were replaced with smoother, lighter music - what passed for sophisticated among these Gotham criminals - and dim, warm lighting.
Gone too was the bustling crowd of common sleazebags. Now it was just the rich sleazebags keeping them company.
The girls, however, were dressed even less modestly. From those carrying out trays of drinks to those sitting in the laps of grizzled mob dons, none were covered more than what a bikini could provide. Bras and panties abound with the odd stockings and garterbelt. Some wore even less than that.
Compared to them, Dinah was positively overdressed. Though from the way Stone was looking at her now, with that primal, predatory hunger, she could tell he was aiming to change that very soon.
He'd led them to a secluded corner, putting some space between them and the rest of the VIPs. It was an open, circular booth with cushioned seating - high end leather, Dinah noted as she settled in. A lot of money had gone into this place. A lot of dirty money.
Stone beckoned one of the serving girls over - fit, lithe, dark-skinned… and topless. Small dark nipples were tight and pebbled upon modest but proud breasts. She was young and pretty - college aged if Dinah had to guess - with nice plump lips set in a warm, practiced smile.
"Round of shots for the table." Stone's order was simple but direct.
"Be right over, baby."
The dark-skinned girl gave a nod, turning to head for the bar… but not before her eyes flashed to meet Dinah's. There was something there, but Dinah couldn't quite tell what. Understanding? Sympathy? Judgement? Jealousy?
The serving girl was off. Stone smirked as he sank back into his seat, admiring the girl's backside as she walked. Dinah fought back a sneer. Instead, she forced herself to scoot closer to the muscle-bound sleaze.
"So… you're some sort of big shot, huh?" She leaned forward a bit, making sure her red-painted lips sounded out every word. A little extra to get his attention - the more he was focused on her body, the less he was focused on anything else.
Stone's grin turned prideful.
"I'm a businessman. I make big things happen for big names around here. Makes me a popular guy."
"Popular enough for the VIP club." Dinah pointed out.
"Exactly." Dinah's bait worked a little too well - Stone was eyeing her again, drawing up her fishnet-clad legs, her thighs, of course stopping at her tits, before finally reaching her face again. "Come on. I thought we were trying to be friendly. You can sit a little closer. Right here."
Dinah was silent as Stone patted his lap. As if to make sure his point landed, he spread his legs a little - opening up some room for her.
Disgust lashed through her insides, flaring up alongside a desire to give the man a solid kick in the teeth. By God, it was tempting… but it would have to wait.
"Okay." She breathed out.
Forcing on the mask of the coquette, Dinah slowly rose to her feet. She crossed the small space of the booth, enduring the lecherous glint in Stone's eye. She hated how pleased he looked, hated the cockiness that just oozed from him. But none of that stopped her from obeying. Dinah sat in Jackson Stone's lap - planted her pretty little butt right on his thigh.
She swallowed as Stone's hands came to settle on her. One at the small of her back, one on her thigh. His touch was warm, especially through the fishnet leggings. Dinah kept her mind off it - the mission was all that mattered.
"This close enough?"
"Not really. But it'll do for now." Stone brushed his thumb over the skin of her thigh, back and forth, back and forth. "So how did you end up working here?"
"Oh, you know how it is." Keeping up the flirty tone was harder than she thought. There was some shakiness to her words - Dinah hoped the man would chalk it up to nerves. "Economy's tight. I needed a job. And these places are always hiring."
"Not always. The Cage has standards. High standards." Stone gave her another once-over, shameless in his appreciation. It made Dinah's belly twist tight with revulsion.
"Oh?"
"To be one The Cage's girls requires a lot of talent. I'd say you past muster. At least when it comes to looks."
Dinah fought the urge to roll her eyes right back into her head. Even stronger was the urge to break the bastard's wrist. His hands were getting a bit too cozy with her body, especially the one he had settled on the small of her back. His fingers were inching dangerously close to her backside.
"You really think so?" She wiggled her bottom in his lap - a vain attempt to squirm her ass away from his grubby hand. But he shifted with her, sliding his hand around her waist and settling on the opposite thigh.
It wasn't worse. But neither was it an improvement.
"Oh yeah. You're going to do very well for yourself here. With that hair and those eyes and those lips… and these legs. Woof."
"Oh stop." Dinah faked a giggle, playing up the bashful blonde as she slapped her hand onto his chest. It was a bit harder than a playful shove. But with how solid he felt under his shirt, Dinah doubted he even noticed. Stone lived up to his name yet again. It was like hitting a wall.
The young serving girl from before returned, strutting forth while carrying a tray lined with shot glasses. She set them on the small table at the center of the booth, bending over as she did. Dinah said nothing as Stone took the opportunity to gently slide his hand up the back of the girl's bare, supple thighs. Outrage burned hot within as she watched Stone take a grope of the girl's full, heart-shaped ass. A solid, rough squeeze. One cheek, then the other. Even more shocking was how the dark-skinned young woman did nothing. No yelping and slapping his hand away, no turning and cursing in his face, no tossing the tray to the floor in anger.
Stone kept up his groping, letting out a sound of appreciation as his fingers sank into the soft, ebony flesh. He grinned wolfishly as he patted his palm upon the girl's backside.
"Damn, Theresa. Doesn't look like you've been skipping squats."
The near-naked young woman - Theresa - stood back straight… though she never made the effort to remove Stone's hand from her rear. She turned and smirked.
"Not a chance, baby. Gotta look my best for you."
"Thanks for the drinks, sweetheart." Stone reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded bill. A hundred, Dinah could see. He slipped it under the string of Theresa's panties and gave her ass another solid pat.
The girl went off, but not before blowing Jackson Stone a kiss… and giving Dinah a wink.
The blonde was stunned silent. Only Stone's hand settling on her knee shook her back to the world.
"Drinks?" He offered.
"I really shouldn't. It's my first day and all…"
"Come on. It'll help you relax." Stone picked up two shot glasses and held one out for her. "Gets the blood flowing."
It was a testament to Dinah's discipline that her mask didn't slip. She took the shot glass with a smile.
"Bottoms up." He said. They tossed the shots back together.
It wasn't as harsh as Dinah expected, in fact it went down rather smoothly. The aftertaste buzzed through her mouth, especially on her tongue. But the real shock was the warmth that blossomed when it hit her belly. Dinah shook her head, feeling the heat spread across her cheeks.
Stone hadn't been lying. Dinah's heart had quickened, her skin tingling all over.
"That… wasn't bad." She admitted, setting the shot glass down.
Stone's face brightened with triumph. He chuckled, patting Dinah's thigh.
"Atta girl."
- - -
Getting into the VIP section was a good first step, but Dinah still needed to get her target alone. Until then, she had to keep playing along.
Reluctantly, the blonde brawler helped Stone work through the rest of the shots. Each one went down smoother than the one before, each one warming her up just a bit more. Dulling her senses as well, a voice in the back of her head reminded her. She didn't know what Stone had ordered - just that they were "shots" - but it sure as hell wasn't light stuff.
Her cheeks were hot as was the rest of her skin. Every inch of her buzzing, every muscle loosened - Stone had been right about that too. It was strange, being on edge but not tense like she was trained to be. Still, she couldn't let herself worry. She still had a role to play.
The music was still light, but the track had changed into something resembling a beat. Dinah started wiggling her body to the tune, squirming in Stone's lap - she was supposed to be a dancer, she had to sell it.
Stone, of course, was more than pleased.
"Now you're getting into the groove of things." He praised her. The way she seated right on his lap - right on his groin now - his voice slithered straight into her ear. His breath was hot upon her neck.
She didn't shiver at the feeling. It was just her dancing. That was all.
"She looks like she might be having fun now." A woman's voice joined them. A bit familiar, too.
Dinah fully opened her eyes - she'd eased into a bit of a daze - seeing the serving girl from before. Theresa. She had brought another tray, but instead of shots it was set with a single plastic ziplock bag. Dinah couldn't quite see what was inside.
"She does, doesn't she?" Stone said, slowly sliding his hands over the outside of her thighs. It was alarming to Dinah how it didn't disgust her the way it did just some time before.
Theresa, the topless serving girl, was looking down at her - impressed, maybe? Or was she amused? One of Stone's hands slid around, his palm flattening over her lower belly. Holding her to him - keeping her seated right on his lap. There was something pressing into her ass. She hadn't noticed that before. Long and solid. A gun? How had she not noticed?
"I guess… I just needed a little push." Dinah breathed out. She wiggled her bottom a little, drawing the tiniest of grunts from Stone's throat. She didn't know why she did that.
Then Stone's voice slithered into her ear again, deep and rough in a way that sent a quiver down Dinah's back.
"I know something that'll make things even more fun."
Stone motioned for Theresa. The girl wore a smile as she set down the tray. Now Dinah could see it clearly - the ziplock bag was small and filled with little pink pills. Chewables, Dinah noted.
Drugs.
Stone shifted beneath her, pushing the hard shape at his groin against her ass as he reached out and plucked the bag from the tray. No, it was definitely not a gun down there. Dinah's breath caught in her throat, but her focus never wavered from the bag. There were a handful of pills, small circle tablets smaller than her fingernail.
"Oh." Dinah stared at the pills. "What kind of-"
"It's a new thing." Theresa answered, standing over them. She held the tray to her belly, bare breasts just spilling over the rim. Her eyes met Dinah's, hazel orbs swirling with dark promise. "They call it Joy. Nothing hard, but it'll help make a good time even better."
Stone let out a sound of approval. He pulled the bag open and dug his fingers inside.
Dinah felt the hardness pressing into her ass stir. Like it was alive. Her heartbeat quickened.
"I don't know." She said quickly, trying, trying, trying to find the nerve to rise to her feet, to break out of Stone's arms. "It's my first day."
The Black Canary would have kneed the bastard in the crotch on her way out. But she wasn't the Black Canary then. She couldn't be. Not when she was surrounded, outnumbered, and without her powers.
Without her Canary Cry.
"It's not dangerous. Trust me." Stone had fished a single pink pill from the bag. He had it pinched between two fingers. "The people who run this place are smart. None of the hard stuff moves through The Cage. And it definitely doesn't move through the VIPs."
"Why not here?" Dinah asked despite herself.
"We're all business types here. The sort of men who keep Gotham running. It's not a good idea for us to get doped up. Just try one."
With his other hand, Stone guided her to shift onto his thigh like before. No longer was his hard-on nestled against her ass… but Dinah didn't feel relief. Not with the way he was looking at her then, offering up the tiny pink pill.
"Come on. You'll love it." Stone insisted. His other hand had descended to settle on her ass. And Dinah didn't care. The man smirked, the facade of charm unable to mask the dark excitement in his eyes. "I promise."
Dinah's gaze jumped from the pill to Stone's face then back again. Her lips parted, but no words came. Theresa was watching her, too. The seconds seemed to stretch on into eternity. Until it felt like time itself stopped.
The shots had damned her. The alcohol, the warmth, it was oozing through her veins. Toxic tendrils burrowing into her mind, dulling away the sharpness. She couldn't find a reason to say no. She couldn't quit the mission.
"Okay." Dinah breathed.
Theresa let out a little cheer. The excitement brightened on Stone's face.
But when Dinah reached out to take the damned pill, Stone pulled it back. He shook his head. His smile had turned into an insufferable grin. Dinah's heart sank as he eyed her lips.
"Open up."
Heat spread across Dinah's face like wildfire. Inside, she was absolutely fuming. But even half-drunk, the blonde held back from bloodying the bastard's face. Oh, how she wanted to wipe that smug smile away.
Instead, she forced herself to endure the indignity. She opened her mouth and slowly stuck out her tongue. She loathed the delight that glimmered in Stone's eyes.
He set the little pink pill on her outstretched tongue. Then he watched and waited. The embarrassment burned all through her body, but Dinah relented, drawing the pill back into the back of her mouth and swallowing. She felt it glide down her throat, felt it drop into her belly. It sank down along with a heavy stone of dread.
"Good girl." Stone looked satisfied. Too satisfied. "Tonight's only gonna get better."
"I don't doubt it." Dinah forced herself to speak.
What did I just take, she wondered. But it was too late to worry. The heroine felt a small relief as Stone popped a pill himself - it wasn't too dangerous, at least. The dread in her gut remained solid.
He put his hands on her again, thick fingers grabbing onto her hips, planting her ass back in his lap. The hardness that had pressed into her backside before had grown considerably. The real torture, though, was still Stone's touch. Rough fingers playing along her flanks, touching at her skin through her fishnets, making her squirm. Even worse was the pill spreading its poison - more potent than the shots by a mile. Dinah could feel it, serpents made of smoldering embers writhing through her insides, spreading out from her belly. Rising up through her muscle and skin, lighting up her nerves… and burrowing down into the pits of her bones, into her very soul. Chipping away at her resolve with spikes of pleasant heat.
Dinah let out a shaky sigh. Stone laid a large, strong hand over her belly, holding her flush to him. His cock - it had to be his cock - pressed hard into her ass. He swept her long, golden hair away from her neck. She felt his lips graze the skin. Deep in her belly, a quiver grew into a tremble.
"You feel it, don't you? The buzz?" Stone's voice was low, rumbling. Slithering into her ear. "It starts off light but then it spreads. Works fast through the whole body, especially the nerves. Joy makes everything a bit more… intense."
The lights of the club had turned into streaks, twists of white and gold hanging in the air. There was a haze around the edges of her vision, like she was slipping into a dream. Stone's touch, however, felt all too real.
"It's definitely… different." She let out a huff, shifting in his lap. A mistake that she quickly regretted. The feeling of his hard-on against her buttocks only made the new sensations worse.
"Good different?" Stone asked.
The hand on her belly slowly, slowly drifted up her front. His thick fingers crept close - too close - to the under swells of her breasts.
"We'll see." Dinah grabbed onto his wrist - but didn't stop him. She couldn't. The mission. She couldn't forget the mission. She had to get the man alone. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder. Forced a smirk. "Depends on how the night goes."
The hunger was still there, open craving etched into his features. Like it was carved into stone. Not a feeling that he had, but simply part of his very being. It was his nature to hunt, to eat. The thought at Dinah's heart racing - spreading the poison of Joy even faster. She was warm, so warm… and it felt good.
But it wasn't just hunger that Dinah could see in Stone's eyes. There was something else now, too. A spark of… understanding?
"You're not really a new girl, are you?" He asked.
Dinah's heart skipped a beat. He'd figured her out. Cover blown.
So why wasn't she jumping out of his lap? Why wasn't she beating him bloody?
"What makes you say that?" Dinah leaned back into him - slowly grinding into his lap. Was it a last ditch effort to distract him? Why was she even doing this anymore?
Stone let out a quiet groan, his fingers lifting just under her breast. His touch was electric now, buzzing her skin even through the fabric. Dinah took in a tiny gasp. Her nipples were hard. Why were they hard?
"You just have that look." Stone's deep voice was sweet to her ears now. Fucking drugs. "Like you've seen it all before. New girls all have those doe-eyes. They look vulnerable. They don't have your…"
Dinah let out a hum, leaning back until her cheek brushed against Stone's. His stubble was rough, but tickling on her skin.
"Don't have my what?"
"Your confidence." He kissed her neck. Fireblossoms on her skin.
"I never saw any good in being a damsel." Dinah sighed.
"Yeah." Stone growled. "You're here because you want to be."
His hand cupped her breast. The other squeezed at her thigh. Dinah wiggled her bottom into his cock, making the man groan.
It was true, wasn't it? No matter how much it made Dinah bristle on the inside, Stone was right. No one had forced her to come here, to get close to him, to take the shots or the drugs.
She'd wanted so badly to get back into the field. The risks never mattered to her, she just needed to prove she could still handle it. The Black Canary was meant for field work, Dinah had told herself. She was meant to get her hands dirty.
It wasn't over. She could still prove it. One-on-one with Jackson Stone.
The man's fingers sank into her breast, groping. The fingers of his other hand traveled up between her thighs. She could take him. Dinah knew she could. She just needed to get him alone.
Theresa the serving girl had gone. Dinah didn't know or care where. It was a good thing - it made her job easier.
Then Stone's thick fingers brushed over her sex, touching through the fabric. Dinah let out a gasp, her thighs closing tight on Stone's hand. A low chuckle rumbled in her ear.
"I've got a private room in the back. Nice and cozy. Why don't we head back there? I want to get to know you a little better."
The haze had thickened. His body was so broad, so firm, so warm at her back. A part of Dinah wanted to just sit there and let the heat swallow her up.
Another part of her was blazing with purpose. Jackson Stone had just rang the bell for round one.
"Yeah, I'll bet." Dinah purred.
With renewed zeal, she rose from his lap, untangling from the man's arms. So focused on thoughts of cutting him down to size, she didn't even care about his touch running up the back of her thigh. He pinched her ass. Dinah allowed it. She'd get him back soon enough.
The muscle-bound thug rose up behind her then. She whirled around, setting him with a look - flirty eyes, daring smirk, bait he couldn't resist. But God, was he so damned tall.
"Lead the way, Mr. Big Shot." She purred, low and throaty.
He loomed over her, his hard, masculine face darkened with shadow. Dinah's belly twisted - dark excitement.
It'd been a while since her last good tumble. In the streets… or in bed.
- - -
Stone didn't lead her off - he guided her. One hand set on her backside ushering her on.
The other VIPs murmured their appreciation as Dinah and Stone drifted on by. Dinah tried to ignore their lecherous, knowing leers. Her blood was pumping, frothing in her veins.
She was ready. Her body was alive, burning hot.
Stone directed them towards the far back, through a set of burgundy red curtains and into a long hall lined with doors. Stone moved them on down with purpose, making a beeline for one door in particular - Dinah had to assume these rooms were assigned. He twisted the handle and pushed them both on through.
The air in the private room seemed to thicken as Dinah passed through the threshold. It was a haze, much like what clouded her vision - except this time Dinah could feel it. The atmosphere stuck to her skin, to her face, tingling warmth that floated up into her nose.
The lighting was even dimmer here - one lamp glowing in the corner, another on the nightstand. There was no other furniture save for the bed.
Oh.
It was the time to strike. Every fiber of Dinah's being was screaming at her.
She whirled around just as Stone kicked the door shut behind him. He stood over her, body tense under his suit. He shucked off his blazer - Dinah's belly warmed seeing how his shirt fit snug to his chest, his shoulders, his thick, powerful arms.
Scenes played at light speed. Her fist crushing his nose. Her foot taking out his knee. Her knee driving into his crotch. Jackson Stone howling in pain on the floor.
Instead, he was upon her. Faster than she could react. One arm coiling around her waist. The other around her back, his hand making a fist in her hair as he crashed his lips upon hers.
She couldn't fight. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't even think. There was only feeling.
He was huge. Tall and broad and solid, a mass of muscle towering over her, swallowing her up in his hunger, his heat. His hold was like steel, keeping her body pressed to his. All she could do was squirm, squeak into his mouth. Gasps at first, indignant cries as his mouth slid against hers. Then softening into little sighs as the feel of his lips sparked the beginning of betrayal within her core.
Stone's kiss deepened as he took them both to the edge of the bed. Dinah hummed in warning as the backs of her legs met the bed frame. His grip in her hair only tightened. His other hand fell to her ass, taking a handful. His tongue slid into her mouth.
She should have bitten down. Why didn't she bite down?
Somehow, Dinah was kissing back. Her tongue was moving with his, taking the challenge. Her body bloomed even hotter. She pressed even further into him - a part of her, a small part, was brimming with delight at the firm muscle she felt through his shirt.
When was the last time Olly kissed me like this? Touched me like this?
The thought had come out of nowhere. No, that wasn't true. It had always been there. Ever since the War World. Ever since she lost her Canary Cry.
Stone groaned. She could feel it rumbling in his chest. He nipped playfully at her lip and it made her heart flutter, made her belly feel weightless.
"Moving a bit fast." Dinah gasped as she pulled back.
"I don't like to waste time." His other hand came up. He reached out, brushing his thumb over her lips. "You've got a nice little mouth."
He kissed her again, rougher. Swallowed her moans as they came up. Dinah's head was spinning.
Hot. She felt so damn hot. Like her skin was burning. But it was a good burn. She wanted more.
Her hand slipped down, down between his thick, tree-trunk legs. What filled her palm through his pants was thick and delightfully hard.
And big. Very big.
It was this touch that set him off. Stone broke the kiss, growling. His hand untangled from her hair, setting on her shoulder. He pushed down.
She went to her knees, trapped between the bed frame and the towering thug - only now with her face level with his crotch.
"Hey! What was-"
"You got me so fucking hard, sweetheart." Stone's voice had an edge now - ravenous. "Look at what you did."
Dinah's heart hammered hard. Her head was spinning. She breathed in, nice and slow, her eyes flicking to the bulge in his trousers.
Big. Very big.
Stone's face was cast in shadow as he leered down at her. His hands went to his belt. The buckle clinked. Then came the noise of the zipper. He pushed his pants down, his stance keeping them stuck on his thighs. But it was enough freedom to let it all come tumbling out. A pale, reddened shape came swinging down into Dinah's vision.
The blonde blinked, taking a second for her eyes to focus. But the smell hit her first.
A deep, primal odor. A thick musk that almost had her recoiling. It carried up, heavy into her nostrils. Tingling. Her body reacted. A shiver danced all over her skin. Dinah Lance let out a trembling moan.
Then her vision was clear and all words died in her throat.
Dinah stared at brutish enormity. A pillar of flesh hung from the man's groin, thickened inches of manhood extending down, down, down to his knees. The shaft was as wide around as her wrist. Maybe even wider. The head, the crown, swollen and smooth and darkened with his pumping blood, seemed to swell a bit bigger, pulsing inches from her face. The tip looked glossy, the leaking precum catching the dim light of the room.
A foot long. It had to be.
Dinah marveled at it, her eyes trailing up the length, taking in the smoothness, the slight curve, the peculiar way it seemed to thicken towards the middle. She drank it in. All of it. She couldn't look away.
Jackson Stone wasn't just big. He was enormous. He was beautiful.
Dinah had never seen a cock so huge in her life. And this one was pointed right at her face. Right at her mouth.
"Good God." She whispered, breathing in. Another dose of his scent swept into her nose, into her lungs.
The blonde shivered again. Her mouth was watering. And up above, the man was waiting. He looked down with dark, demanding eyes.
One-on-one with Jackson Stone. Just like she wanted.
She could take him.
Through the haze and the musk, Dinah leaned forward and put her lips to cock.