Fugly Bob's

Robert Pervish Junior, the owner of Fugly Bob's, is a successful man.  Though lacking parahuman abilities himself, he had struck a bargain years ago with a tinker who'd only recently triggered with an ability to create chemical substances with remarkable effects.

It had been an easy choice. His greasy food diner inherited from his father was a local fixture that was dying a slow death.  All he needed to do was add a little bit of the special chemical sauce to one of his burgers and he had a customer for life.  The results weren't dramatic or noticeable enough to cause suspicion.  At a small dose, it just made people want his burgers on a regular basis.  What made the chemical so wonderful is that he only needed to put the chemicals in their food one time for customers to have a permanent craving for his burgers nestled in the back of their minds.

As part of the deal Robert struck, he used the money from increased sales to help bankroll the tinker as they expanded their lab.  But he wanted more.  Most of the profit from the increased sales were going to the tinker.  So, in order to make more money, Robert, who just went by Bob, found a way to turn his investment into future profits.

While a small dose of the chemicals in his burgers made a permanent abstract desire, a larger dose made the desires more pronounced.  Fortunately for Bob, a larger dose didn't turn the person into a raving druggie lunatic.  They behaved normally for the most part.  But offer them a heavily dosed burger and they'll quite literally be able to be convinced to do anything for another taste, and it won't even seem strange to them.

Bob had a lot of young female employees.  High School and college girls with hot bods and youthful energy.  The hiring process was pretty straightforward.  Bob would give them a high dose of "special" sauce in their food during their interview and let the magic happen.  Once the girls were worked on the burgers, he'd put them to work.  Several girls would show up, in uniform, in the morning and he'd have them driven to special locations around the city where they made the real money sucking and fucking his growing client base. The best part of the deal is that he paid the girls three burgers a day for a standard 8 hour shift and they were perfectly fine with it.  It wouldn't even occur to them that they were being exploited.  Occasionally, he had to step in to make sure their financial situations at home were stable.  He'd sometimes give them real money to give to their families to keep up the illusion that they were making money.  Bob, typically just kept his head down, didn't make waves, and made good money.

Today's hiring "session" was proving to be entertaining as usual.  Bob leaned back in his well worn office chair, sipping his coffee while watching the security monitor.  The screen displayed the private "interview" room where two potential new hires were demonstrating their... enthusiasm for potential employment.

"Now that's what I call initiative," Bob murmured, adjusting the volume as the tall one—Taylor, according to her application—moaned loudly while burying her face between the shorter Asian girl's thighs. Mike, the other perspective employee, was working just as desperately from her position underneath Taylor, stretching her neck and rotating her head as she kissed and licked.  Both girls were shaking and gasping at the acts of mutual pleasure.

The girls had arrived separately for their interviews just two hours ago.  Both had seemed like the typical teenagers looking for after school work—Taylor, shy and reserved in her hoodie and jeans, while Mika appeared more confident in stylish clothes.  Both had eagerly accepted the "complimentary interview meal" that contained enough "special" sauce to turn the two innocent girls  into eager little sluts for him to give orders to.

Bob checked his watch.  Fifteen minutes of action so far and both girls were trembling, their naked bodies glistening with sweat as they completed for his approval and, more importantly to their chemically corrupted minds, the special reward burger sitting on the table beside them.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Taylor gasped, momentarily pulling away as Mika caused her to lose focus. Her long dark hair was plastered to her back with perspiration as she shuddered.  For a moment, Bob thought the contest was over. But, Taylor, in a show of remarkable restraint and competitiveness, clamped her thighs together and dove her face back down and begin vigorously licking, kissing, and slobbering on Mika's twitching and gyrating pussy.

The Asian girl's breathing came out in small rhythmic gasps as she tried her best to make Taylor cum first. But she began to lose control of her body, her hips bucking upward rhythmically as she whimpered around Taylor's flesh. 

Bob leaned forward, he could sense the climax coming.  It was always fascinating seeing how the chemicals transformed the girls for the first time.  There was always a brief hesitation, a sort of trained reaction when he told them that getting naked for him was part of the interview process.  All he needed to do is give them a line about how they needed to be measured for their uniform and that was usually enough to get things going. Once naked, it was pretty easy to proceed from there. And soon he'd have a couple more little sluts to eager to earn him money.

Bob grinned in anticipation as Taylor used her longer limbs to her advantage, pinning the increasingly frantic Asian girls legs apart despite how much Mika was thrashing and bucking at the mounting pleasure as Taylor ruthlessly continued her oral assault.  The strategy paid off. Moments later, Mika's struggling and squirming came to a crescendo and her hips bucked upward as she cried out, her body convulsing in unmistakable release.  She was left gasping for breath and clearly disoriented.

"And we have a winner," Bob announced through the intercom, watching as Taylor immediately disengaged and scrambled on unsteady legs towards the waiting mini-burger.  She devoured it in three desperate bites, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the juices dripped down her chin, adding to the wet sticky mess of Mika's fluids on her face.

Bob made some notes on his clipboard. Both girls would work out fine. Taylor's determination and natural slim leggy figure would make her perfect for high-end clients. Mika's petite frame and exotic features would also appeal to several profitable demographics.

He pressed the intercom button again. "Ladies, congratulations. You're both hired. Report tomorrow at 7am for training and orientation."

The girls, still naked and flushed, nodded eagerly as Taylor helped Mika to her feet.

"Thank you, Mr. Bob!" they said in near-unison, not a hint of shame or awareness of their situation in their expressions.  The chemical sauce had worked its magic perfectly, as it always did.  And Bob had a couple of new teenage whores on the menu.

*  *  *

The next day dawned bright and clear. Bob arrived early to prepare his office for his new employees' first day.  He arranged the special leather couch just so, making sure the cameras were properly positioned to capture as many angles as possible.  Documentation is important for quality control.  He was running a business after all.

From his office window, Bob watched with anticipation as a well worn pickup truck pulled into the parking lot. Danny Hebert stepped out, pausing to stretch and stifle a yawn with his hand as Taylor emerged from the passenger seat, dressed in the uniform Bob had provided—a cropped Fugly Bob's t-shirt and microshorts that barely covered her assets.

"Have a good day, kiddo," Danny murmured as the two shared a brief and somewhat awkward hug, before Taylor made her way to the employee entrance.  She tugged at her tiny shorts a little, clearly unaccustomed to having so much skin showing.

Bob chuckled to himself as he enjoyed the view. He had initially thought such a skimpy and provocative uniform might prevent parents from letting their daughters apply to Fugly Bob's.  But once the eye-catching uniforms became known as part of their brand, people seemed to accept them as normal.  It's natural for a man like Bob to want his employees to look good.

Minutes later, a small sedan pulled up and Mika hopped out wearing the same "uniform" as Taylor.  Her mother leaned through the window, saying something in rapid-fire Japanese before handing her daughter a lunch bag. Mika bowed slightly before turning toward the restaurant.

"Right on time," Bob murmured, moving away from the window to settle behind his desk.

The girls entered his office with identical excited smiles, their eyes immediately fixing on the two burgers sitting on his desk.

"Good morning, Mr. Bob," they sang in unison, their voices blending into a sweet harmony that belied the somewhat grimy, fluorescent-lit back office of the burger joint.

"Morning, ladies." Bob smiled, his eyes lingering on their tight uniforms. "Before your shift starts, I need to assess your teamwork capabilities." He unzipped his pants. "These burgers," he gestured towards his desk, "are for after you demonstrate your skills."

Both girls dropped to their knees in front of him, uncaring of the cool tiles biting into their skin. Taylor, with her height advantage—even while kneeling—immediately took the lead.  As Bob's cock sprang free, Taylor's lips immediately parted and wrapped around it, her tongue caressing the head.  Her eyes fluttered closed as she began to bob her head in a rhythm that she hoped would please him.  Mike, however, knelt beside her, eyes wide with uncertainty, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

"No, no," Bob corrected, between groans of pleasure. "You need to work together. This isn't a race, Taylor. Mika, you take care of the base while Taylor works the top. Remember, in this business, coordination is everything."

The girls adjusted accordingly, their movements becoming more synchronized as they followed Bob's continued instructions. Taylor's lips and tongue worked in tandem with Mika's hands, the two eager new employees working diligently to find a rhythm that drew the most appreciative noises from Bob.

"That's better," he groaned, his head tilting back slightly. "Communication, even non-verbal is key—don't be afraid to make eye contact with each other. Our premium clients expect a show." He took one of Mika's hands and guided it to Taylor's head, showing her how to direct her partner's movements. Bob's noises of pleasure encouraged Mika to use both hands to push Taylor's head with more force, causing the bespectacled girl to make soft choking sounds as she gagged.

"Yes!" Bob gasped as he admired the view of his cock going in and out of Taylor's throat.  He grasped her by the back of the head, his hand covering Mika's as he forced his cock all the way down Taylor's throat and held it there.  Taylor's teary eyes bulged behind her glasses as her throat constricted around Bob's shaft.  After a few seconds Bob released her and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she tried to compose herself.

"Perfect," Bob observed, "Now switch."

By the time Bob finished, both girls were disheveled and gasping for breath. Taylor's face was red with shyness as she nervously locked lips with Mika.  She felt the taste of Bob's cum flood her mouth and tongue as Mika's lips parted and joined in the make out session that Bob had ordered.  Clients expect a good show, after all.

Bob couldn't help but let out a tired grin as he settled into his chair and watched the girls kissed and shared his cum between them. He was already seeing the money his latest acquisitions would bring in. Taylor's natural leadership combined with Mika's eagerness to please made them an ideal pairing for special private parties he hosted for Brockton Bay's elite. He could already imagine them, dressed in lingerie that matched their eye colors, moving in synchronized seduction around the polished dance floor of his mansion.

Afterward, he watched the girls devour their reward burgers, their faces flushed and breaths coming out in quick pants. He could tell that the girls were already fully under his control and have accepted their new roles.

Bob cleared his throat to get their attention. "Now, your weekend training schedule." Bob opened a folder and slid it across the desk as the girls perked up, giving him their undivided attention. "Taylor, you'll be with Mr. Christner this afternoon—the mayor appreciates fresh talent. Mika, you'll be assigned to service the E88 boys at one of their monthly meetings. Don't worry about protection. Both clients prefer the natural experience."

Both girls nodded eagerly, the chemical concoction overriding any concerns they would normally have about these arrangements.

"But first," Bob continued, glancing at his schedule, "Mika, you'll be heading out with Carl for your first outcall. The car's waiting out back with a few other girls." He gestured toward the door as Mika nodded and followed his instructions.

Bob glanced at Taylor, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Looks like you're free until the mayor's appointment at two. Why don't you help out the kitchen staffr this morning? The boys back there have been working hard all week."

Taylor's face brightened. Her first work assignment! "Yes, Mr. Bob!"

The kitchen was alive with activity as Bob ushered Taylor into the back of the house. The air was thick with steam, grease, and testosterone. Marco, the lead cook, methodically flipped juicy, glistening patties on the grill, his muscular arms glinting with sweat.  In the dish pit, Hector blasted a stack of dishes with water, his large dish apron protecting him from being soaked.  Jorge and Benny, meanwhile were slicing tomatoes and chopping lettuce in the prep area on large green cutting boards.

"Gentlemen," Bob announced from the doorway, his voice a deep rumble. "Taylor here is free until her afternoon appointment. Feel free to take your breaks with her in the dry storage room. Just keep it under fifteen minutes each—we've got a business to run."

Marco flashed a wolfish grin, wiping his hands on his apron before pulling it off. There was a bulge already growing in his pants. "I'll go first, if that's cool with everyone."

The other men nodded, their eyes raking over Taylor's uniform-clad body. The skimpy outfit left very little to the imagination of what was underneath.

"Perfect." Bob stated. "Taylor, make sure out staff stays... satisfied. Happy employees make better burgers."

"Yes, Mr. Bob!" Taylor replied, letting out a little startled yelp as Marco grabbed her firmly by her elbow to lead her toward the back storage room.

Marco wasted no time, pinning her against the cool wall among the boxes and shelves. His calloused hands gripped her waist, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that left her gasping.  He forced his hands under her shirt, thumbs circling her hardened nipples through her bra.  She moaned against his mouth and the sound only heightened his intensity.  His right hand left her breast and plunged into her shorts.  He gentle bit her and pulled at her lower lip with his teeth as his fingers pushed her panties aside and stroked her wetness. Taylor shuddered, clenching her teeth to keep from crying out as Marco drove two fingers inside her.

"God, you're so tight," he growled.

She could only whimper in response.

Over the next three hours, the kitchen staff took their breaks in careful rotation. Jorge returned from his turn with a satisfied smile, his zipper still undone, high-fiving Benny, who was next in line.  From his office, Bob monitored the high quality security feed, zooming in on Taylor's flushed face as Hector, the dishwasher with notoriously poor hygiene, took his turn.  He had her bent over a stack of boxes, his greasy hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind.  She was proving to be exceptionally accommodating, never complaining even when Hector left her with smudges on her uniform.

By eleven thirty, all eight kitchen employees had enjoyed their "breaks", and Taylor emerged from the storage room, her uniform disheveled, her hair mussed, and her steps unsteady—needing to keep her hand on the wall for support. Her lips were swollen from the blowjobs she gave and her thighs were sticky from the countless orgasms she had enjoyed.  Bob intercepted her in the hallway, offering her a small burger as a reward.

"You're adapting well to the job," he commented as she moaned happily while munching on the burger. "How are you feeling?"

"Good, Mr. Bob," Taylor replies breathily in between bites. "I really like working here. Everyone's so nice."

"That's what we aim for—a friendly workplace environment." He checked his watch. "You should freshen up before your appointment with the mayor. There's a shower in the employee locker room."

*    *    *

Taylor had just stepped out of the employee shower, toweling her hair dry, when she heard a commotion from the front of the restaurant.

"Health Department! Surprise inspection!" A woman's authoritative voice cut through the usual kitchen clatter.

Bob's normally confident demeanor faltered as he rushed past the bathroom door. "Stall them!" he hissed to someone. "And get the kitchen cleaned up—now!"

Taylor froze. She knew exactly what the health inspectors would find if they made it to the kitchen—the grease-caked vents that probably hadn't been cleaned in weeks, the mold growing behind the freezer, the droppings near the storage room. Not to mention the cockroaches that had established entire colonies in places where people couldn't normally see.  Already workers were scrambling—spraying and scrubbing down surfaces, throwing half-filled drink cups into the trash, and hastily using markers and tape to write down dates and labels for food containers.

Her mind raced. This job was her ticket to financial independence. The burgers—God, the burgers—were worth everything. She needed this place to stay open.

A strange clarity cut through the fog in her mind as she forced herself to calm down. The solution was simple, especially for someone with her particular set of skills. She had powers. Powers she'd been saving for her heroic cape debut. Powers that could save Fugly Bob's right now

Closing her eyes, Taylor reached out with her senses, feeling the countless bugs within her range. Cockroaches, flies, ants, spiders—there were plenty in the building. She could feel them all, and more more importantly, control them.

With precise control, Taylor began to simultaneously direct every insect out of the restaurant. Cockroaches streamed from cracks in the walls, marching in orderly lines toward the rear exit. Flies gathered into dense clouds and zipped out through the kitchen's back door. Spiders rappelled down from ceiling corners, scurrying away from the building.

The scurrying insect exodus charged through a rat's nest in the walls.  Taylor quickly summoned some hornets from a nearby nest and ended up chasing five large rats from their nests behind a freezer.  One of the startled and confused cooks tried to give chase before realizing that the rats were somehow being herded out the door by angry hornets.

At the front of the restaurant, Bob was sweating profusely as he chatted with a severe looking blonde woman with in a pantsuit and her younger male colleague who was impatiently drumming his fingers on a clipboard.

"As I was saying, Ms. Davidson, our kitchen just underwent a deep cleaning last week." Bob lied smoothly. "But perhaps I could offer you and your associate a complimentary meal before your inspection? Our Challenger Burger is quite famous—"

"That won't be necessary, Mr. Pervish," the woman replied coldly, "We're here to inspect, not eat."

Taylor appeared from the kitchen and slipped behind the counter as she felt her insects and spiders complete their exodus. The last cockroach was now scurrying across the parking lot, and the rats had disappeared into the alley. She approached Bob and the inspectors with a bright smile, now dressed in her uniform again.

"Ah. Ms. Davidson, this is Taylor, one of our newest team members," Bob introduced her. "Taylor, these folks are from the Health Department."

"Nice to meet you," Taylor said with eager politeness. "Would you like me to show you around the kitchen?"

Both Bob and Ms. Davidson looked surprised at the offer. But the inspector quickly nodded. "That would be appreciated, yes."

To Bob's astonishment, the inspection proceeded with remarkable smoothness. Ms. Davidson and her colleague found nothing but clean surfaces, spotless equipment, and not a single pest in sight.

"Well, Mr. Pervish," Ms. Davidson said as she signed off on the clipboard her assistant had handed to her, "I must say I'm pleasantly surprised. Your establishment exceeds our standards in nearly every category."

Bob maintained his professional smile, despite his inner confusion. "We take pride in our cleanliness, Ms. Davidson."

After the inspectors left, Bob led Taylor to his office and locked the door. Taylor simply stood waiting, trying not to beam with inner pride as Bob was engrossed in reviewing his camera security footage of the restaurant.

His eyebrows furrowed as he reviewed the unusual activity.

"That is... strange." he said, looking up and studying her carefully. "Taylor, did you notice anything unusual happening during the inspection? You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

Taylor nodded enthusiastically, her wide mouth splitting into a huge smile. "Yes Mr. Bob. I used my powers to help! I'm a parahuman—I can control bugs and insects. When I heard about the inspection, I made all the cockroaches and flies leave the restaurant. I even scared away the rats!"

Bob stilled, his eyes widening slightly. This shy and awkward new slut that he had just hired could wield that much power.  He slowly stood up.   The possibilities flooded his mind as he circled his desk, looking at Taylor with newfound appreciation.

"You did that for me?" his voice was a near whisper, "For Fugly Bob's?"

"Of course!" Taylor beamed. "I need this job. I need the burgers."

Bob felt a thrill surge through him, primal and nearly overwhelming. "Come here," he commanded, patting his desk. "You deserve a special reward."

Taylor approached eagerly. Bob gripped her shoulders and gave them a hesitant squeeze, almost as to confirm that she was real. Then, he turned her around and bent her over his desk in one smooth motion. Her microshorts provided little resistance as he pulled them down.  Her panties soon followed.

"Mr. Bob?" she questioned, though there was no fear in her voice.

"You saved my business today, he grunted, unzipping his pants. "This... is a special thank you."

The feeling of power as he thrust into her was intoxicating. Not just the usual dominance he felt with his chemically-controlled employees, but something more primal. He was fucking a parahuman—someone with abilities beyond normal humans. A girl who could control thousands or maybe even millions of creatures with her mind was now bent over his desk, moaning as he pounded furiously into her.

Five minutes of aggressive thrusting later and Bob was emptying his load straight into Taylor's womb.  His orgasm was so explosive that it gave him a head rush and he practically collapsed on top of Taylor as he fought to catch his breath. There was a ringing in his ear as his sweaty, heavy form pinned Taylor to the desk making it hard for her to even breath even as her unsteady legs twitched from what had to be her 7th or 8th orgasm of today.  Like a good little employee, she didn't complain and simply waited for Bob to recover.

Bob caught his breath and slowly pushed himself up off of Taylor. His cock was still inside of her, semi-erect.

Bob couldn't remember the last time he had been so excited to fuck a new employee. Taylor wasn't very high on the attractive scale compared to a decent amount of his whores, but she was young and in relatively decent shape.  The right outfits and makeup could make him a decent bit of money, especially while she was still new.  But overall, she didn't seem special. He had even let the kitchen staff take her virginity. He only usually reserved the prettiest girls for himself. Something he was now regretting. A missed opportunity he would never get back.  But still... he could still have his fun.  He pulled his cock out of Taylor and admired her as she stayed obediently where she was.  Likely waiting to see if he was done.  He smirked as he reared back his hand and smacked her hard in her ass. She let out a surprised an pained yelp that turned into a purr as he rubbed her but with his still stinging hand, slipping his fingers between her butt cheeks as her legs parted invitingly.  This was power!

"On your knees, you little slut!" Bob barked out, aggressively.  Taylor instantly complied, sliding onto the floor and turning around to face him as he thrust his cock into her mouth.  Bob had grown bored.  He fucked hot teenagers and women whenever he wanted to.  It had become routine.  As mundane as his morning coffee and shower.  He barely remembered how excited he was when he first found out a good use for how effective the chemicals were.  A seemingly endless supply of eager young mouths and pussies to service him and make him money.  Eventually it had lost its magic a bit.  He made good money and got his balls drained whenever he wanted.  But there was a spark missing.  A spark that was now gagging desperately on his cock as he used both hands to hold her head in place so he could really fuck her face.

This was power. He stopped to catch his breath as Taylor cried out and desperately tried to catch her breath now that her throat was free.  Her glasses had been knocked free from the aggressive thrusting and her chin and neck were covered in saliva. Her eyes were red and watery from gagging but she still looked up at him with subservient eyes as she waited to see how he would use her next.

"Open your whore mouth," he growled with a grin before grabbing her hair roughly to hold her still as he leaned down and spit in her mouth. "Now say thank you." he ordered.

"Thank you, Mr. Bob!" Taylor replied eagerly, her breath finally steadying.  Bob used his grip on her hair to begin pulling her up and she scrambled to her feet before he forced her to lay on her back on the desk.  He missed the opportunity to be the first to use her pussy, but she had one more untouched hole available. 

"Look at me!" he demanded as he began pushing his cock against her asshole.  Her eagerness despite her discomfort of having her asshole invaded for the first time was very pleasing.

Eventually Bob was able to get inside of her enough to begin a slow satisfying fuck. Her tight asshole gripped his cock in a manner that made him hiss with pleasure as she grunted and gasped.

Bob normally wasn't so forceful and rough.  He knew some of his regularly clients were, but he never really saw the point of dominating someone who would give him whatever he wanted.  But something about fucking a potentially dangerous parahuman made giving her rough treatment feel so powerful and intoxicating.  It had been so long since Bob had enjoyed playing with one of his girls.  He wanted to savor this experience and not take it for granted.

"Can you feel your bugs now?" he gasped, in between pleasurable thrusts that sent tingles through his whole body.

"Y-yes." Taylor grunted, her face a contorted mix of pain, pleasure, discomfort, and delight. "Always."

"Show me," he demanded. "Make them dance on a ceiling."

"Just... a sec!" Taylor breathed out as she reached out with her mind.

After a couple of minutes, a swarm of tiny insects began filtering through the vents, arranging themselves into geometric shapes above them.  The display of power while Taylor remained completely submissive to him was intoxicating.  Her control was absolute even as her ass was being stretched around him.

"Fuck, that's incredible," he groaned, his pace quickening as his arousal increased his need for release.  Her control was so precise that she could probably kill him with a thought!  Yet she was completely submissive to him.  This was better than any normal girl—this was power itself beneath him.

Taylor's fingers splayed across his desk, knocking over a cup of pens as she reached to grip the edge of the desk, in order to give herself some sort of leverage to push back against him.  Above them, the insects shifted into spiraling patterns that matched his rhythm.

"You like your special reward?" Bob asked through lidded eyes, leaning forward to grip one of her breasts through the thin uniform shirt.

"Yes, Mr. Bob," her voice was strained, breathy, and desperate. "Thank you so much!"

Bob couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity—thanking him while he used her body, even after the rough treatment.  The chemical truly was miraculous. But now, with her powers, Taylor represented something far more valuable than just another girl to rent out.

"You're going to be my star employee," he whispered, voice full of lust as he gently cradled her face, brushing her sweat plastered hair out of her eyes with a tender, almost reverent gesture. "Special clients will pay a fortune for someone like you."  Taylor's strained expression became more calm and serene as she smiled. She still exhaled sharply with each thrust. She was starting to get used to the cock in her ass. But she was still inexperienced for the time being.

As he savored Taylor's submission, Bob's mind raced with possibilities. Politicians, gang leaders, even heroes with secret vices—they'd all pay premium prices for a night with a parahuman under their control. And if anyone tried to shut down his operation—well—now he had his own personal swarm of defenders.

"Make them spell out my name," he commanded, testing the limits of her control under 'pressure'.

The insects overhead rearranged immediately, forming the letters B-O-B in perfect formation.

"Good girl," he grunted as he increased his pace, losing himself in euphoria before erupting with a pleased groan, filling her asshole with his cum.

Taylor remained sprawled over the desk, cum slowly dribbling out of her asshole and pussy as her breathing slowed to a relaxed pace, a languid and exhausted smile on her face.

Bob took a few moments to compose himself, giving a content sigh and stretching his shoulders before pulling his pants up and making his way to his chair.

"That... was exceptional," he remarked, reaching for his phone. "I need to reschedule your appointment with the mayor. You're getting a promotion."

Taylor shifted onto her side to give herself leverage to slide off the desk, her shoes hit the floor and she wobbled unsteadily with both hands still supporting herself. "Thank you, Mr. Bob" she stated as she begin to bend down to look for her shorts and underwear.

"Don't thank me, yet." he replied, already dialing, "I'm going to need you to demonstrate your powers for some special business partners tonight. Wear something nice—I'll have it delivered to your house."

Bob didn't notice Taylor's eager nod as she had to sit on the floor to put her underwear on, due to her legs being too unsteady.  He was already thinking of the new chapter of his business beginning. With her at his disposal, Fugly Bob's would become more than just a front for his prostitution ring. It would be the foundation of an empire that could stand up to any gang in Brockton Bay.

And all it would cost him was just a couple of burgers a day.