Mid-summer. One week had passed since Ivan Greevs returned from the parasite world.
In that week, the news of A-Train smashing a civilian to paste kept blowing up, sitting at number two on the trending list. Number one was Homelander single-handedly wiping out some underground terrorist cell in New York.
Rumors said the "terrorist cell" was just a bunch of guys selling bootleg DVDs.
A sudden knock came at Ivan's door.
He figured it was his friend coming to drag him out for food, but when he opened it, a slick Vought lawyer in a sharp suit stood there instead.
"Hey buddy, thank fuck you work for Vought. Saved me cab fare."
"Elias Fast, Vought legal. Just call me Fast, everyone does." The lawyer shook Ivan's hand firmly and dropped onto the couch like he owned the place.
"Want something to drink?"
Ivan walked to the fridge and pulled out two cold Cokes.
"I'm guessing you're not here to terminate my contract," Ivan said with a smirk, tossing one can straight into Fast's lap.
"No way. Guys like you? Vought would fire me before they ever fired you." Fast pulled a document from his black briefcase and handed it over. "Good news, pal. You're about to get paid."
"Really? I didn't think Vought handed out bonuses to security grunts."
Ivan set his Coke down and took the papers.
He flipped through them. The content was simple: take the money and shut the fuck up.
Apparently the internet had learned there was another eyewitness to A-Train's little roadkill incident besides Hughie.
And that eyewitness was Ivan Greevs.
"This is a twenty-thousand-dollar check. All you have to do is show up at the press conference and say A-Train was chasing bank robbers at the time. Mention that the woman was standing right in the middle of the road, so he couldn't react in time."
"Just sign here and the check is yours."
Fast pulled out a fancy pen, uncapped it, and offered it to Ivan with total confidence. A smug little smile sat on his face. No security guard in his right mind would turn down this kind of cash.
But Ivan pushed the pen away and tossed the contract onto the table like it was trash.
"You're refusing?" Fast narrowed his eyes, a clear threat creeping into his voice.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I just need some time to think about it. My conscience is a little heavy, you know?" Ivan leaned back, crossed his legs, and took a slow sip of Coke. He looked about as guilty as a shark in a fish tank.
Fast had been around long enough to read the game immediately.
"Five thousand more. That's the max."
The friendly smile was gone. His face had turned dark.
"Right now Vought's stock is swinging by hundreds of millions because of this mess. The PR money we're burning is already in the millions."
Ivan's words made Fast shoot up from the couch.
"Buddy, if you're gonna try shaking us down, you better make sure you live long enough to spend it."
"Relax." Ivan stepped right up to him and looked him dead in the eyes. "What if I go on camera and say the woman completely ignored the red light and walked straight into traffic? So technically, she ran into A-Train, not the other way around."
Silence hung in the air for a few seconds.
Then Fast's face flipped like a switch. A big, bright smile broke out. "Holy shit, buddy, you're a fucking genius. Wasting talent as a security guard. You were born to be a lawyer." He slapped Ivan on the shoulder, genuinely impressed.
"Come on, I'm buying you a drink. We'll talk details over there."
Fast threw an arm around Ivan's shoulders like they were old drinking buddies and steered him toward the door.
After that, Fast took Ivan to a bar called Super. From the outside it looked like any average joint, but security was tight as hell. Only after Fast flashed his Vought employee ID did the bouncers let them through.
Inside was a completely different world. The place was dripping with luxury, a total contrast to the plain exterior.
Fast led Ivan through the crowd. Everywhere he looked there were barely dressed dancers with killer bodies grinding on poles. Neon lights flashed like strobes overhead while fake cash rained down from the ceiling, giving the whole place a filthy, decadent vibe.
Ivan wasn't impressed by the noise. Shit like this dulled his senses and made him slower to react.
"Interesting," he muttered.
He picked up a lot of unusual brain waves in the bar. If he was right, most of the guests here were supes.
A scrawny guy nearby proved it instantly. The dude stretched his arms like rubber and wrapped them around five or six men at once, pulling them into a group hug.
"Welcome to the world of superheroes," Fast said with a grin.
The bunny-suited waitress had electric blue hair, fishnets hugging her long legs, and a little cotton tail that bounced with each step. She caught Ivan's eye as she passed, then glanced at Fast.
The lawyer winked and jerked his head toward Ivan. She understood instantly.
She slid up to Ivan without hesitation, warm fingers wrapping around his wrist while she pressed the soft tits right against the back of his hand. "Hey there, handsome. You look like you could use some private attention."
Ivan wanted to decline, but he had controlled his urges for so long in the Parasite world full of desperate schoolgirls throwing themselves at him, but he had stayed hard and never given in on the impulses, so after coming to 'The Boys' and successfully avoiding the dimensional FBI, he thought he had to have his dick wet, or it might just erupt.
The girl looked like Bulma from Dragon Ball...and he was still just a man.
Inside the dim booth, red lights glowed low.
She pushed him down onto the plush couch and straddled his lap in one smooth motion, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs.
"You're..." she purred, rolling her hips in a slow, filthy grind. Her round ass, barely covered by the high-cut bunny suit, pressed and dragged right over the growing bulge in his jeans. "....cute. I like that."
Although his blood was flowing toward his dick, he still didn't act like a blushing virgin and asked, "How many of your clients have you said that to?"
"Only the ones who look half as good as you."
She kept grinding, ass circling, pressing down harder each time until his cock was rock-hard and straining against the denim. The friction was relentless.
Without breaking rhythm she reached behind her neck and tugged the zipper of the bunny suit down in one smooth pull. The top peeled away, freeing a pair of massive, heavy tits that spilled out right in front of his face.
Pink nipples already hard. She cupped them, squeezing them together as she kept rolling her hips.
"Touch if you want, sweety," she whispered.
Fuck, I feel like I'm gonna explode. Ivan finally grabbed her waist, fingers digging in hard enough to make her gasp. "Suck it," he said, voice low and mean. "That's what you're here for, right?"
She didn't flinch. If anything, her eyes sparkled with a little more interest. She slid off his lap, dropped gracefully to her knees between his legs, and worked his belt open with practiced fingers.
"Ah."
His cock sprang out and slapped her face.
"Damn.." She licked her lips once, genuinely appreciative, then leaned in and took him deep in one slow, wet glide.
The heat of her mouth was obscene—soft tongue swirling under the head, throat relaxing as she bobbed lower. She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight up his spine.
"Fuck…" Ivan hissed, one hand sliding into her blue hair.
Long, sloppy strokes, spit dripping down his shaft, her massive tits bouncing every time she took him to the back of her throat. She'd pull off just long enough to slap his wet cock against her tongue and tits, then dive back down, sucking harder.
Gwack! gwack! cough!
The wet sounds filled the small room, messy and filthy and perfect.
Ivan's hips started thrusting up to meet her mouth. She took it without complaint, eyes watering but locked on his face.
When he finally groaned and came, she swallowed every drop, milking him with her hand and throat until he was empty and twitching.
She sat back on her heels, wiping the corner of her mouth with a delicate finger, smiling up at him. "You taste good."
Haah.. now my head feels clear..
Ivan zipped up, breathing hard. She started to climb back into his lap, clearly expecting the next part. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"No sex," he said flatly. "We're done."
She blinked, surprised, but recovered fast—professional to the core. "Your loss, handsome." She gave his softening cock one last affectionate pat through his jeans, stood up, and fixed her bunny suit like nothing had happened.
Ivan stepped out of the booth adjusting his shirt. Fast was sprawled on the main couch with two bunny girls draped over him, one feeding him a cherry.
When he saw Ivan, he grinned wide and waved both girls off.
"Damn, that was quick," Fast laughed as Ivan dropped onto the couch beside him. "She blow your mind or blow your load?"
A new waitress appeared instantly with fresh cocktails. Fast grabbed two, handed one over, and clinked glasses.
"Cheers."
Ivan knocked it back in one go, the burn settling nicely over the afterglow.
"Isn't this a lovely place to relax and enjoy?" Fast gestured at the dancers with his empty glass. "I can't help but notice you came back far too quickly. Was she not your type? Look around—they've got every flavor. Hell, you can even have some nobody supe girl ride you if you want. Anything you like, buddy? Just so you know, the enhanced ones are expensive, and I'm not paying for that."
"BJs are alright, but anything after that is a no-go," Ivan said, leaning in close to Fast's ear. "I prefer them a bit cleaner."
Fast burst out laughing. "Don't let them hear you say that or they'll rip you apart."
"By the way," Fast continued, "if you really agree to testify, I guarantee you'll walk away with at least this much." He crossed both index fingers to make a big X. "Six figures. Easy."
After all, if Ivan agrees to testify, it'll cut Vought's PR costs for this mess at least in half.
"I'll only take twenty thousand. Ten of that I want donated to the orphanage kids. The other seventy thousand is yours."
Ivan swirled the cocktail in his glass, eyes lazily drifting toward the stage.
Fast's eyes narrowed with sudden caution. "Why? Nobody turns down more money."
"I heard my boss, Al, is stepping down soon."
"I can't make that call," Fast said, frowning. He hadn't expected Ivan to push this hard. Al was the deputy head of Vought's security division, and the whole department fell under HR.
For a regular guard like Ivan to jump to deputy head, he'd normally have to clear three big hurdles: at least three years experience, then squad vice-captain, then captain, then maybe, just maybe, the deputy spot.
"Don't be so rigid, man. Rules are made by people. Connections beat everything."
Ivan stood up and started walking straight toward A-Train, who was sitting alone at the bar knocking back drinks like they owed him money.
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