sinovels Chapter 258
Chapter 258
stripper.
This was completely new territory for Carl.
Theoretically speaking, the world is almost naked and has no privacy for him. Deadpool, who knows this well, once asked Carl with a wicked sense of humor, if he could hear the "Superman" he called when he reached the climax, And Karl answered the question arguably not too veiledly.
can.
Of course, he is not interested in listening to the various discordant groans that other people make when manually solving their physical needs, and he is not interested in spying on other people's private time, but some people regard "Superman" and even "Kal-El" as their sexual fantasies Subject, and couldn't help muttering these names at certain times...
Sorry, Superman and Carl.Al could hear it.
For those who screamed for Superman, Carl felt that similar behavior was terrible, because Superman is known to rush to the rescue after hearing the cry for help, and in this case, their calls are likely to be heard by Superman To-knowingly doing so constitutes sexual harassment.
Bruce should have far more experience than Carl in this regard, but Carl didn't do anything to deal with those who called him.
He had long since ceased to be bothered.
Secretly having a sexual fantasy object does not violate any legal regulations, and it cannot even be said to be immoral.Fantasy is undoubtedly the greatest power of people, and no one can hinder it. Although some people's bad calling behavior is very bad, in the final analysis, it is not a big deal.
This example is cited to illustrate that although Carl has always shown clear high moral behavior, he is not a particularly old-fashioned and stubborn guy in essence, nor does he have any moral cleanliness.
He didn't know about strippers simply because, in his eyes, the profession was not that different from most other professions.
When this woman walked through the gate slowly, Karl's mood was a little delicate.
She was born extremely beautiful, her face may only be the size of Karl's palm, her chin is extremely elegant, her facial features are deep and beautiful, her waist-length hair like ebony wood is divided into several strands by a ribbon, and evenly distributed on her chest and The back position does not look messy at all.
Despite standing far away, Karl could still see that her pupils were clear blue.
The long and straight eyelashes, the round eyes, the beautiful face, the hot figure wrapped in the hard leather windbreaker, and her moist and docile eyes all combine to create a unique temperament .
If he met her in other places, Karl would even mistakenly think that standing in front of him was a lady from Europe.
But what she said was very clear.
"Mr. Stark asked me to come, Mr. Tony Stark." Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her voice was as elegant and restrained as her face, "he asked the best undress in the bar around here The dancer is here to dance for you."
...that's a real gift.
"Sorry, this..."
"You can call me Tiffany. Mr. Stark has seen my photos and videos of my performance, and he has already paid the bill for you in advance." This beautiful woman stared into Carl's eyes, and Carl had to admit her beauty There is an astonishing allure in it.
"I think you'll be pleased with my performance, Mr. Al," said Tiffany.
Carl leaned back on the couch and glanced at his phone.
It has been more than five minutes since he sent the last message, and Lex has not given any response.
This surprised Carl, who always thought he knew Lex very well.
In his vision, Lex might pretend to be calm and ask him what happened, he might calmly remind him to be careful of this stripper with ulterior motives, or he might guess in the blink of an eye that it was someone (Tony S. Tucker) for a little prank on Carl, and then casually tease him.
But whatever the guess, even the ones that rank well after those three, it's not "Lex didn't do anything about it."
Not to mention that five or six minutes is too short, Lex is not someone who reacts slowly—if even Lex.Luther can be said to be slow to respond, so what are the others?
Disabled?
Carl didn't think it was surprising that he got a reply from Lex within three seconds of sending his last message.
But the screen of his mobile phone was still black, and Karl was quite sure that there was nothing wrong with it. To make sure that Karl had unlocked the phone, he opened the text message and turned around, but he couldn't find any trace of the new text message.
He fiddled with his phone boredly, and looked at the woman who was hanging by him not far away.
"Sir." Tiffany shouted, holding her hands reservedly in front of her lower abdomen, and her standing posture was full of court flavor.
She gave Carl a heart-pounding, blood-fueled smile: "You want me to start stripping right here?"
Karl wanted to reject her, and of course he should.
But the delayed response of the phone screen and some subtle emotions made him say another sentence.
"No. Not here," Carl said. "Go upstairs to my . . . study."
The door was opened, and when the heavy wooden door was pushed open, there was no ancient "squeak—" sound. This was undoubtedly a bit of a disappointment, but the interior of the study room, which was decorated in a grand style like a Roman building, did not let Tiffany, who followed Carl's footsteps. disappointment.
The fourth floor of the building is the study room.
The whole floor has been opened up, the distance between the ceiling and the ground is very wide, a few small windows are open, and the transparent sunlight is filtered in, stirring up the warm smell of books in the room.
Tall wooden bookshelves are neatly arranged in the wide space, surrounding the desk in the middle of the room that can be used for large conferences, and on the other side of the desk is a small sofa for resting. Karl has already sat on the sofa to relax Looking at Tiffany.
Tiffany is not at all stage frightened.
She asked Carl, "Right here?"
"right here."
Carl turned on the computer and chose a slow dance song at random.
As soon as the unhurried prelude came out, Tiffany was stunned.
Why is this slow soundtrack?Who doesn't dance a striptease with a hot song?Or even if there is no song, it's fine, anyway, when she came over, she was ready, and the kind of people who asked them to deliver goods to their door probably didn't want to watch them dance.
She looked at Carl hesitantly, with her fingers on her waist, showing that she was not sure what Carl was trying to do.
"Jump." Carl didn't hesitate at all, "Why? Can't jump?"
Biting her lower lip, Tiffany gave Carl a sideways look, and there seemed to be a trace of resentment hidden in her green eyes.
"What are you trying to do." She said coquettishly, "You are really bad."
But saying so in her mouth, she began to slowly twist her waist to follow the rhythm of the music, and while twisting, she unbuttoned the tightly buttoned windbreaker.
The prelude to the dance music passed, and the rhythm of the music was established. The hard leather trench coat was gradually opened, and between Tiffany's fingers, red lace and fair skin appeared and disappeared with her erratic fingers.
But the most seductive thing is her calmly deepening movement following the rhythm of the music, and the seductive curve highlighted by this slow twisting movement.
The windbreaker fell off her shoulders, and she just took a step forward stepping on the black windbreaker. The music gradually became better, and Tiffany's dancing posture finally did not stop with a slight sway.She got into shape, showing off her fabulous body in nothing but lingerie and stilettos with a series of exaggerated, suggestive crotch fronts.
Soft, white and plump.
The bright red lace that exposed most of her breasts was tightly wrapped around her skin, and the slow twisting movements caused a wave of pleasing waves on her chest.Her fingers caressed her skin slowly, guiding the eyes of the only spectator at the scene. When her fingers slid to her waist, she deliberately turned her body sideways, supported her waist, and shook her ass like a shaking snake.
She was wearing a thong.
From this angle, her entire lower body is only tied with a red ribbon around her waist.
Now the person who was stunned was replaced by Karl.
In the office, Lex stared blankly at the phone with a black screen, wondering what he was thinking.
After reporting the general situation of "Conner", Moxi, who also realized that her boss's mood was not right, didn't stop. It was the right way to continue talking at this time. She cleverly dug some words out of her mind. The fruitful experiment, according to the previous speaking speed, she talked non-stop, and she just talked for ten minutes in one breath, which made her feel bad all over.
As long as it has nothing to do with Superman, Lex, who attaches great importance to time and efficiency, hates long, unclear speeches.
He asked Moxie to report to him as concisely as possible. Under his training, Moxie had long been accustomed to the reporting style of discarding all branches and leaves and hitting the key points.
And after more than ten minutes, those successful experiments have been talked about by her, and if she continues, she can only report some that have not achieved any results. So far, except for consuming a lot of Lex.There are no profitable, slow or even no progress experiments outside of Luthor's wealth.
In fact, Lex himself was not unaware of these experiments.
As a scientist, he knows the level of his people.
The time required for scientific research is very long, and it is common to spend several years or decades. Some projects can even take the lifetime of a group of people with the most advanced technology at that time, and Moxi knows it.
She just didn't want her to hand the boss any kind of handle against herself.
After working for the boss for so many years, if she has any experience, it is that she must never let Lex.Luther remembers you; assuming you're already remembered by him for reasons he has to, do your best not to upset him.
Otherwise, this arrogant and conceited tyrant will take advantage of your weakness without hesitation, break your defenses, cut open your chest and take out your heart to play with in his hands, with a pleasant smile, admiring your desperate screams and Freeze the expression at the most painful moment.