[El_Roy_1999]

Next part will be up soon, I hope.

House-warming

Michelle walked in. Instantly, her neighbour appeared, wrapped in Michelle’s bedspread, naked, blonde and very freckled. Her “cute as a button” nose quivered with laughter, then suddenly froze.
“WHO ARE YOU?”, she screamed. “Get out of here! Awful kidnapper monster bodybuilder bitch creature!” She then proceeded to let out the most horrible, high-pitched, window-pane shattering scream Michelle had ever heard. Instantly, her ears went numb, oddly unplugging themselves moments later. She gave Nicole a very tired look, pointed to her face and said:
“It’s me.”, then walked past her and went into her bedroom. There, she easily dislodged the scrawny, black haired rock star-type guy in her bed, pulling the surprised youth up by his desperately flailing arm, and dropped her luggage. It wasn’t actually heavy, she was merely getting tired of this.
Nicole came in a second later, looked at her, blinked and shouted: “OH MY GOD!” before jumping at her. Michelle fell over, dropped on the bed and tried to get her off. Instead, the young woman hugged her and proceeded to tell her at great length why she was there, fucking her boyfriend in Michelle’s apartment. Apparently, somebody had broken into her own the day before yesterday, and since the police were way too occupied, they had just shut her out, promising to return later to complete the investigations.
As she found herself in a state of substantial turmoil, her only and logical reaction was to move in with Michelle and bring her boyfriend to calm her and to protect her should the criminals return.
Michelle nodded, smiled weakly and sent her to the kitchen.
“Please, have whatever you want but let me sleep for a few hours. I’ll explain everything later.” Stripping out of her clothes she weekly put on the new tailor-made silk pyjama and went to sleep. As she slowly drifted into unconsciousness, she could hear further giggling from the kitchen. Nicole was not a bad sort, she was just a little overenthusiastic. Just as she was falling asleep, desperate to catch up with the missing hours of rest, her phone rang. It beeped and rattled and hummed before finally falling off her bedside table. Michelle grabbed for it, but since the phone was already under her bed, she pointlessly slid her hand over the table’s surface.
However, she was now fully awake. It was odd: seconds ago she felt like she could sleep for days, but now she was perfectly alert. She rolled of the mattress, dropped to the ground and reached below the bed. The phone’s vibration function was clearly set to the max since the awful device moved along slowly. She grabbed it and answered it. It was her aunt.
“Hi, Michelle. How are you?” The response was rather mumbled:
“I’m fine, thank you, I was just trying to g…” She was interrupted.
“Well, Calvin and Danijel are with me right now, and we have a project that might interest you. Would you mind coming over to the office? I’ve sent you my limo. It’ll be there in a moment!”
Although she was far from happy, Michelle quickly agreed. She put on her new business suit, a very chic charcoal piece. Perfect Japanese styling. She got her briefcase, put all the documents on her “expedition” in it and got out of her apartment as she heard that Nicole and what’s-his-name were getting it on again.

[El_Roy_1999]

Business proposal

Outside, the black Volvo was waiting for her. The chauffeur held the car’s door open for her, she climbed in, and off they went. Minutes later, she arrived at the corporation’s headquarters. A quick trip in the elevator (happily, none of her colleagues were in it) and she stepped out on the executive suite. A brisk walk past the secretary pool and she knocked at the office door.
“Come in.”
Michelle entered her aunt’s realm. Ann Baker, mistress and CEO of the mighty Global Information Corporation, was sitting in her enormously comfortable black patent leather chair, and was clearly enjoying herself. Her perfect, steel-grey hair was cut into a bob, her tight, ageless body dressed in the most stylish casual wear money could buy and fame could afford. With the help of modern medicine and surgery, her face and body had taken the middle road of looking experienced without looking tired. She smiled and showed Michelle one of the chairs. She walked over and sat down. The other visitors were Calvin, who was reclining in his leather chair, his enormous muscles filling his Kanji-decorated shirt to the brim and Lemontow, who was having a drink. They clearly were having a great time.
“Do you want a drink?”, Ann asked. Michelle nodded.
“So, what are you up to?”
“Danijel and Calvin have already told me what happened. I already sent a sample of the chemicals you got into contact with to a friend’s lab. He’ll check it to see whether it’s dangerous. On the other hand, it looks well on your behalf. Great muscles!”
Michelle nodded absentmindedly.
“These will be perfect for a new concept we’ve been working on!” Calvin smiled encouragingly. “I give you: “Secrets”. A reality-TV show about real-life superheroes, their daily troubles and their love-life. And you’ll be the stars! Danijel will be financing part of the project and will also help with development. I hear he knows some pretty able villains, don’t you?” She smiled at Lemontow. He nodded.
“So, Michelle, are you with us?”
Michelle was surprised to say the least. A TV show of all things! On the other hand, why not?
“Let’s imagine for a moment I’d say yes… What about my identity? Will I get a secret costume? And how will you protect my “civilian” identity? I don’t want people to go Mary Jane over my friends!”

“As a matter of fact, I had our design and development team run over the hard facts of the whole thing: they can provide you with a full costume that should protect you from identification. We’ll check the details later. As for the out-of-costume scenes, we’ll cover your face a little, so you’ll be safe there too. I guess that it will come out sooner or later, but we’ll cancel the show before that…” Michelle thought she’d heard a slight mumble after this, but it seemed alright. If the chemicals turned out to be harmless, it would be just as fine to have a job that would give her some return for being a freak.
“I’m on. What’s next?”
“First of all, our creative people will get together to plan the show correctly. Although we want you to do some serious crime-fighting, we still want it to look good on the telly, so there’s work to do. Second, you’ll have to prepare for your role. Even though Calvin tells me that both your power and reflexes have become incredibly good, you’ll need some training. We’ll provide you with a coach for combat and one for acting. A crash course should suffice. Last, we’ll have to get the PR people to cook up some rumours about it. Get it on the net and so on… I guess that should be all. If you have any ideas, let me know.”
Michelle nodded. She’d be a hero. Great. Calvin got up and said:
“Well, can I invite you for dinner? I’m cooking tonight, so if you don’t mind, come over. I’d be glad!”
She smiled at him. He’d got what he wanted. She could feel his happiness radiate around him. Let’s see how long it would last.

[Fonk]

What an intriguing development! I'm super-keen to find out how this is going to go! ;D

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