Excerpt from Enya

Sharon Best, Aurora Universe, Copyright 1995,1996,1997

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Aurora Episode 8

THE AUDITION, Part One

(Revision: 2)

by Sharon Best

This story starts after Kevin and Kara have finished their photo-shoot on the beach scene. Kara, who has ambitions to extend her modeling career into the movies, is on her way to meet a movie producer. He called her after seeing her on TV, describing his vision of producing a sequel to the Supergirl movie of the 80’s. And who better to star in it than the girl who now proudly wears that big ‘S’ on her own chest. Even if she doesn’t have the foggiest idea about who this comic book Kryptonian girl she is supposed to depict is.

Jupiter Beach, Northern LA County

The provocative scene on the beach finally completed, Kara glanced nervously at her watch while dashing behind the screen to quickly change from her torn swimsuit into a white mini-skirt. Standing topless behind the changing screen, the other models stared wide-eyed at her as she lifted both legs from the ground at the same time to pull on her black stockings, floating and twisting in mid-air while get dressed as only SuperGirl could do. Bending backward, she reached down to grab a blue body-suit top and pulled it on, the silky fabric hugging every tightly muscled yet voluptuous curve of her body. Then, grabbing her bag, she forced herself to walk instead of flying back up the long path to the top of the cliff. Both Sarah and Kevin puffed along behind her as they tried to keep up with her long strides. She was running really late for her very first studio audition.

Finally reaching the parking lot, she turned to give the two of them a quick hug before jumping into the air. Despite having arrived in the agency van, she was in too much of a hurry to take such a slow ride across town; especially not when her own strong legs could get her there in a tenth, maybe a hundredth, of the time. She started to take a few hesitant hops across the gravel of the parking lot, but something didn’t feel right. Something that was messing up her coordination. She was on her third hop when that she realized that she was just being self-conscious, especially when wearing her street clothes in public while flying off in front of all these strangers. Turning around, she blushed brightly as a dozen pairs of eyes stared at her. Judging by the amused looks on their faces, they were trying to figure out why she was hopping across the parking lot. Putting herself in their places, she couldn’t help but giggle. Despite having flown around for a few weeks now, she realized that she didn’t have a clue how she was supposed to say good-bye to someone when she was preparing to jump into the air and fly off on your own power! It wasn’t a protocol that she had ever needed to learn in her first 16 years on Earth.

Turning to look at Sarah, they both started laughing at the same time. Kara from embarrassment, Sarah from the way that Kara had been hopping across the parking lot.

"Well, Kara, now I know how a 5’8" tall drunken frog would look like when he tried to hop. And here I thought SuperGirl was all cool and coordinated and everything. You aren’t living up to your image, girlfriend!"

"Ok,OK," Kara said as she walked back toward her friend. "I thought I was getting kind of cool also, but I just realized that despite getting all these nifty superpowers, I don’t know what the hell the protocol is for saying good-bye when I'm going to jump up into the sky! So I'll tell you what, instead of suffering any further embarrassment, why don't I fly you both there? I might just be able to control myself well enough to do that, despite being nervous as hell about my audition."

Sarah suddenly looked scared and Kevin was doubtful. "I'm not sure how you can do that," Kevin said. "I mean, how do we all hold onto you? Hell, I’m a lot taller than you are."

Kara giggled. "Well, if I do recall those times we used to date, you are pretty familiar with holding onto me. And don’t forget that wild night when I introduced you to Sarah. I think we gave the word ‘threesome’ a whole new meaning!" She paused as Kevin blushed a bit. Sarah poked him in the ribs and crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out for Kevin’s benefit before Kara continued.

"But the trick is that you guys don't hold onto me; I hold onto you, mostly at least. After all, I'm the one with the muscles, remember! Here, just lean against me on either side and I’ll put my arms around your waists. And ‘up, up and away’ we go, as they used to say in the Superman movies!"

There were a few dozen other people standing in the parking lot, many of them staring intently at the stunning young blonde and her friends. Their eyes were suddenly drawn even more strongly to the blonde as she hugged her friends, her calves flexing powerfully under her black stockings, the rounded contours of her calves startling them with their definition. Flexing them ever harder, Kara slowly channeled her unusual strength into her flying power, her blouse expanding almost to the point of tearing as her breasts lifted upward, her feet slowly gently leaving the ground as the three of them began soaring upward into the sky. Her sunshine blonde hair blew wildly in the ocean breeze, the highlights glistening in the sun as the three of them disappeared over the nearest hilltop.

The people who had been strangers only minutes before were suddenly talking excitedly to each other about what they had just seen, how they had seen SuperGirl right here on their beach!

Meanwhile, hundreds of feet above the ground, Sarah kept her eyes closed tightly as she felt herself soaring higher and higher. Clinging to Kara with all her might, she felt a million butterflies fluttering through her stomach. She had always been afraid of heights and she didn’t even want to see how high Kara was taking them.

Kara climbed nearly straight up before gently leveling off a few thousand feet up. Flying slowly along at about 50 miles per hour, she realized that this might have been a mistake. To bring passengers along that is. She felt like she was hanging motionless in space, which she was compared to her usual ‘city’ speed. Normally flying just below the speed of sound over populated areas and nearly Mach 5 over unpopulated areas, she WAS essentially hanging in mid-air! Unfortunately, flying much faster than 50 would make it hard for Kevin and Sarah to breath.

One good thing started to happen though. For the second time in as many weeks, she felt her passengers relaxing in her arms, their fear of heights calmed. She was beginning to believe that there was something about the way that she held people that helped them overcome their normal fear of heights. Maybe it was the steely immobility of her arms, or the smooth flexing of her body. Whatever it was, it encouraged Sarah to open her eyes. Even then, it took several attempts before she was finally able to keep her eyes open and enjoy the scenery. But the view was unforgettable, as they seemed to float in mid-air. Unlike looking out the tiny window of an airliner, Sarah saw only clear air beneath her. And while her heart was still in her mouth, there was this wonderful feeling of ecstasy that overcame her fear as she saw the shoreline drifting along beneath her.

Kara finally turned inland to soar across the southern end of the Santa Monica mountains, barely clearing the rocky summits before starting a dizzying drop down into downtown Burbank. Dropping her two friends off behind the agency offices, both Sarah and Kevin staggered for a moment from disorientation. Kara just blew them a playful kiss and leaped back up into the air, this time to fly slightly below supersonic speed over the top of the adjacent building.

Hugging each other to keep their balance, Sarah and Kevin were bubbling with excitement and wonder from the sensation of having flown with Kara. It was one thing to watch her do it, it was another thing completely to feel her body flexing so sensuously against their bodies as she powered herself through the air.

Kara quickly flew the three additional miles to the studio before landing in the back of the huge visitor parking lot. Using the reflection from one of the car mirrors to brush her windswept hair back into place, she straightened her clothes as best she could. Frowning at her windblown image, she began to realize that it wasn't very practical to fly near supersonic speeds while wearing ordinary clothes like this. She would have to find a way to start changing into that little yellow costume that Frank had given her before she flew like that. Or maybe find something like that red and blue costume that Chris had given her earlier. Although it would have to be a little more modest than that one was. And then she would also have to work on a way to carry her clothes and other things around while she did all that. Realizing that the ‘superheroine business’, as Kevin referred to it, wasn’t going to be as easy as she had first thought, she walked through the elaborate front entrance of the studio and toward the receptionist.

She was immediately intimidated. The lobby was HUGE. It was also extravagantly decorated in the latest in modernist styles. Despite having an appointment here, she couldn’t help but look around nervously at the expensive furniture and artwork. Coming from a very modest family while earning a living taking low-paying swimsuit modeling gigs, she wasn’t mentally prepared for the splendor of a major studio.

"Wow," she muttered under her breath, "this is like IT… the big time!" Despite having the power to fly to a distant star with nothing more than the power contained in her young body, this simple girl, this Supergirl, who had grown up in Riverside, CA was totally humbled by the elegant surroundings of the lobby.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, she walked over to stand in front of the exotically beautiful receptionist, quickly announcing herself as Kara Matthews. It wasn’t her real name, not the Velorian one that Aurora had told her was hers, but given that she’d grown up with the Matthews, it was her Terran name. And since she still wasn’t all that sure about all this Velorian stuff Aurora had been trying to teach her, she wasn’t about to start using Fairchild’s last name of Zorel as she had suggested. Aurora had said something about how that was the last name of all Protectors. Whatever a Protector was. For some reason, Fairchild was totally convinced that Kara was one of them. She wasn’t so sure herself.

The receptionist stared at her with a blank and somewhat haughty look for a moment before her eyes suddenly opened wide as she recognized her. Kara was impressed. Her picture hadn’t been in the news all that long. Maybe the woman was smarter than she looked.

"Just have a seat, Miss Matthews, or is it SuperGirl?" she said without waiting for a real answer. Meanwhile, she was punching in some numbers on the phone. Talking for a moment she set the phone down and pointed toward some chairs in the middle of the lobby.

"Peter will be down in one moment. And he’s really looking forward to seeing, I mean, meeting you."

Kara smiled weakly at the receptionist as she walked over to sink into one of the deep leather chairs in the lobby. The chair was so big that she almost felt lost it, the sensation making her feel like a little girl. Feeling even more out of place now, she started to look idly through the day’s newspapers. Glancing back at the receptionist a few times, she noticed that she was talking to another woman, both of them nodding toward her. Struggling to ignore them, she picked up yesterday’s LA Times and started to read the sensationalized news accounts about herself and Aurora. She almost giggled out loud as she read one article where the reporter was speculating about the romantic sides of their lives and about the probable inadequacy of Terran men to be satisfactory lovers. She was still reading their imaginative accounts of love, Terran and Velorian style, when she heard a man clear his throat and begin speaking in the most cultured of voices. He had just a trace of a British accent.

"Miss Matthews, may I call you Kara, I'm Peter Jones, the executive producer for the movie we talked about on the phone yesterday." Kara stood up and nervously took his hand in hers, biting her lip for a moment as she concentrated on not holding his hand too tightly. She had always had a bad habit of really squeezing someone’s hand when she was nervous. And now, with her new strength, that would be really bad news for anyone she greeted!

Peter, however, seemed very confident as he held onto her hand for an uncomfortably long time while slowly running his eyes up and down the curves of her upper body. Her tight body-suit made her almost feel naked as he stared at her that way. Glancing around to see who was watching them, her eyes were just starting to sparkle angrily when his eyes rose back up to hold hers.

"Your picture on TV doesn't do you justice at all, Kara, you're much more beautiful in person." And then, before she could say anything in return, he took her arm in his and guided her down the hall and into a huge office that was just off the lobby.

Kara was astounded at the size and unusual decor of the huge office as he opened the door. In fact, the only thing that kept her from stopping in the entryway was Peter’s hand on her elbow, guiding her inward. Glancing around the room, she saw that it was decorated like the smoking room of some expensive club, a huge fireplace sitting in front of some very expensive-looking leather chairs. There were several men and women present, all of them talking excitedly at the same time. They suddenly stopped and turned to stare at Kara as she entered the room.

"My friends, this young woman is Kara Matthews, the girl everyone is calling SuperGirl. Kara, these are my associates. Joan is from casting, Jason is the director, and Stefan here is the stunt co-ordinator. Although if you decide to come work with us, he might be out of work for this particular movie." He winked playfully at Stefan. Special-effects and stunt co-ordinators were never out of work in Hollywood.

Everyone rose to their feet and introduced themselves further as Peter stood off to the side and simply watched Kara. Despite himself, he was impressed with her. Not only did she have the most incredibly beautiful face he had ever seen, her posture was ramrod straight, her slim body seemingly screaming "HEALTHY" from ever pore. Her smiles and soft laughs also came just as naturally as any pretty girl who had grown up in LA. And despite obviously being nervous, she was doing just fine.

Finally motioning for them to all sit down, he started to make his pitch to her.

"Ah, Miss Matthews, Kara, we've all seen the extensive TV coverage of your exploits of the last couple of days, and I won’t beat around the bush here. We are very interested in making a movie about you, a sequel to that Supergirl movie that the Salkinds made back in the 80’s. But we are frankly at a loss about your background and what your abilities truly are or where they came from. Can you kind of fill us in, you know, so that we can figure out how to write you into the script?"

Kara crossed her long legs as she leaned back comfortably in the couch. Watching the eager yet puzzled expressions on their faces, their eyes often wandering to stare at her legs, she felt a little bit of her confidence returning. Smiling back at them, she saw them struggling to figure out what to ask her first. Drawing on the lessons she had learned as a model, she put on a cool and confident look, even as her guts still churned with nervousness. She may be a very special girl now, but it was clear that these people were used to interviewing actresses with proven backgrounds for their movies, not amateurs like herself.

Her nervousness finally got the best of her as she couldn’t wait for them to begin asking questions. Instead, she launched into a long description of her experience, reciting the verbal resume of a moderately successful model. She described how she had been modeling part-time for nearly two years now, tracing her experience from when she had first appeared in a swimsuit ad during high school. She then described how she had graduated last June and had specialized in modeling fitness and workout clothing since then.

"I'm sorry, Kara, that’s all very interesting," Peter finally interrupted, "but we were talking among ourselves of your more, ah, unusual abilities, the ones that you've been displaying the last few days. We understand that you haven't always been like this. You know, this strong, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, stuff like that."

"Oh," Kara said softly as she leaned closer toward them, embarrassed that she had been prattling on about the wrong thing. "OK, well, as near as I can figure out, my parents must have been Velorians, you know, like Aurora. What I do know for sure is that I was adopted by the Matthews when I was 12. My memories before that time are really vague now."

She worked to keep her history deliberately vague. There were things in her past, like rising from the dead, that kind of freaked people. Especially members of the Christian religion. They attached all the wrong meanings to her death and her revival in the body of this young but mindless Protector from Velor.

She paused while they scribbled some notes.

"As far as my special abilities, my muscles and invulnerability really, I never knew I was different than anyone else until that incident with the power lines after the earthquake. That must have somehow energized or activated my body in ways that even I can't understand. All I know is that I have these incredible powers now and they feel very natural for me, almost as if I had had them all my life. I mean, lifting concrete overpasses over my head may still be a real strain for me, but that train that I lifted across that collapsed bridge last night wasn’t really all THAT heavy."

Jason, the Director, leaned forward. "We understand you are also very hard to hurt or injure, Kara. But what about your other abilities? There was some reference in the news to some energy beams or something like that."

"Yes, but I don’t really know what they should be called," Kara answered. "Eye beams sounds kind of silly, like a bad sci-fi movie or something. But I can project some really intense violet light from my eyes. Like this."

And with that, her green eyes began sparkling as the room was suddenly lit with an actinic light. The twin beams ended inside the gas fireplace, the cement logs suddenly glowing red-hot. The people closest to the fireplace quickly moved back away from the heat.

"Those ‘energy-beams’ as you call them are something I haven’t fully mastered yet, but I seem to be able to project enough energy to impress even a Star Wars special effects team!"

She saw Stefan, the stunt co-ordinator, smiling back at her at that comment. "I’ve already seen you outdo a ‘phaser’, Kara," he said, "especially when you tried to melt your way through those boulders last night where that train tunnel had collapsed. One of the cameramen on scene said your eyes were so bright that they ruined the imaging element of his camera."

The creative team and their prospective starring actress chatted on for the next hour as they got to know each other. Peter finally interrupted them as he brought the discussion back to the task at hand.

"So, Kara. Ah, the movie we plan to make, Supergirl, the Protector, is going to have to be a dual-release. A somewhat risqué adult version will be made for the European and Japanese markets and something with a `PG-13' rating for the US and everywhere else. We think we can do that with the right editing."

He paused while looking at her long gorgeous legs, a brief dark fantasy flitting through his thoughts. "However, given that you aren't 18 yet, some of the scenes are going to be a problem for us to shoot in this country."

"Well," Kara said happily. "You've only got a week to wait. My birthday is next Saturday!"

It was a lie, one that she had been prepared to tell long before she walked into the studio. While her birthday WAS next week, she would be celebrating her 17^th. And even that was a fiction created by the Matthews, for she was barely 16 years-old by Terran standards. But then, she was growing up very fast and she didn’t exactly have a birth certificate. Besides, most people told her that she looked as if she was in her earlier twenties, at least unless you looked really closely at her face or her mannerisms. To those who were truly perceptive, she looked like a girl in her mid-teens who was very good at pretending to be much older. And who indeed had the body of a fitness model of 21 or 22 years.

Regardless, her little fiction seemed to reassure them, their faces lighting up as they realized that this was going to work out after all, the age thing that is. Peter finally turned to her as he stood back up again.

"Ok, Kara, I guess we all have been introduced and we understand that you can indeed legally act out the scenes we need. What I’d like to do now is for you to do some closed auditioning for us, mostly to give the writers some ideas so they can start tailoring the script that we got from a woman in Colorado, a Ms. Best I believe it was. Kind of an attempt to get the creative juices flowing, if you know what I mean. We've closed off one of the sound stages and setup a variety of equipment to use in the audition. Is that Ok with you?"

"No problem, lets go," Kara said cheerfully as she literally floated to her feet, her long legs flexing unusually for a brief second. "You know I've been in the modeling business for a while and I'm not exactly shy about being stared at or having cameras pointed at me."

Peter said nothing while taking her arm gently in his to lead her out to some golf carts that were parked outside the building. They drove for nearly a mile before stopping at a huge deserted soundstage at the back of the studio lot. Walking through the door, Kara was surprised to see that the massive room contained what looked like props from an army movie or something. Jason chuckled at the surprised look on her face.

"This is a bunch of equipment we bought from a military surplus house, Kara. It was for a movie that we finished last month. The tank and most of the guns are real. You'll see that we put up a thick stone wall in the back over there as we were actually using live ammunition. And we were using real cannon fire from the tanks out in the desert. That movie, which should be in the theaters in six months, was innovative in that we used animated dummies combined with real bullets instead of the usual fake bullets and real actors. We did some elaborate special effects editing and special slow motion effects using high-speed cameras. However, from what we have seen of you so far, we don't think we'll need any of those special effects when you're on the stage. Maybe just the slow-motion stuff."

Pausing a few steps inside the huge building, Kara hesitated while looking around. This was her first time on a real soundstage. She had grown up with this fascination to be in the movies. And now, her chance to act in one was finally at hand. She was going to audition for the role that she had been born to… literally.

Turning around to smile at the production staff, the bright lights making her hair glow so brightly, the change in her appearance under the lights momentarily unnerved Joan. Kara suddenly looked far younger than she had back in the office. While Kara was clearly the only ‘actress’ for this role, Joan made a mental note to check up on her real age. They didn’t want to get busted for using an underage actress.

"I’m, I’m not really sure what you want me to do," Kara said hesitantly, her eyes looking back at Peter’s. "You said something about auditioning, but with who? Or what?"

Joan and Jason, along with a couple of additional staff members who had shown up, also turned to look at Peter for a moment, surprised that he hadn’t described the script to her. Peter seemed not to notice their looks.

"We’d like you to show us what you can do, Kara, at least in terms of the equipment that is in here. In the movie, you will be fighting a ragtag army made up of terrorists that have stolen weapons from the US military. Tanks and bombs and stuff like that. We need to get some ideas on how to write some of these scenes, what we should have you do, what kinds of things would hurt you or whatever. The woman who wrote the initial script was fairly descriptive and we’ve seen you lift some pretty massive things on TV, but how about something a bit more, well, intimate?"

"How ‘intimate’ are you talking about?" Kara asked, a funny look on her face. "Do you want to see me without my clothes while I lift something? Or are you thinking about something else. I’m kind of new to this ‘super’ stuff, not to mention acting."

Joan began to choke on the girl’s naïve question, quickly interrupting before any of the men could suggest that she indeed shed her clothes.

"No, nothing like that Kara. Maybe bending something, something that you could do with other actors standing close to you. Here’s one idea…" Joan walked over to begin talking quietly with Kara.

Meanwhile, as the two of them talked, Peter walked over to turn on the bright lights that covered the ceiling and the light towers. The huge hanger-sized building was suddenly lit up like they were outside in the daylight. Pausing from her discussion with Joan, Kara strolled out into the bright lights, spinning around and around as she absorbed the ‘hugeness’ of the place. All the lights seemed to focus on her, her beautifully tanned skin and golden hair glowing as if lit from inside.

Finally remembering what Joan had told her, she looked around for an appropriate prop, eventually finding a section of steel railroad rail along the floor that had apparently been used as part of some train scene. Walking over to it, she kicked off her shoes and put her foot on the middle of the long rail while reaching down with one hand to grab the end of the ten-inch high rail. Brushing her long blond hair behind her head with her other arm, she began to squeeze the rail until she felt it just starting to give beneath her fingers. Looking up at Peter’s face, she smiled shyly at him while flexing her bicep, the force slowly bending the rail upward. The steel made a loud screaming noise, a sound that became a tortured squeal when she began to twist it sideways, finally ripping a ten foot long section of rail loose from where her foot was holding it. Weighing more than five-hundred pounds, she twirled it effortlessly around in her hands, treating it as if it was some kind of huge baton.

Walking back over to the studio people, she noticed that a cameraman had joined them and was video-taping her. Ignoring him, she lifted the section of rail high over her head while stretching her arms outward to hold it at arms length. She began to flex her gorgeous arms again, the muscles of her chest and shoulders becoming very pronounced as her skin-tight body-suit clung tightly to each and every hard curve. Her figure suddenly became far more pronounced than they had seen before, the fabric of her top straining as her pectorals flexed strongly enough to push her breasts forward and upward. Suddenly glad that she was wearing this stretch body-suit and not a cotton blouse, she still felt her biceps stretching the sleeves almost to the breaking point. After all, she was using about ten percent of her strength to bend this huge rail, and her muscles always flexed so hard anytime she used more than human strength. And ten percent of her strength was about equal to that of 500 normal people!

"My God," Jason breathed softly as he stared at the huge steel rail bending in her arms. "You really CAN do those things. It’s not a hoax!" Kara smiled brightly at him as she started to get into it now, a part of her truly enjoying being able to show off this way. It was a new part of her that seemed to have awakened along with her powers. Floating up off the floor, she flew closer to the four of them, finally hanging in mid-air over their heads while continuing to bend the huge steel rail back and forth. Folding it over itself twice until it was only three feet long. Floating back down to the floor, she changed her grip while lifting it up in front of her.

"Here, all of you, put your hands on mine for a moment." Joan quickly did as she asked, Stefan’s hands moving upward to surround her forearms. Jason whispered something to the cameraman as Peter stood behind her, lowering his hands to gently rest them on her waist. Only Peter remained standing a few feet away, his arms crossed on his chest. Kara was thrilled at having them touch her this way; she had never used her strength in quite this way while so many people were holding her. Getting off on her strength now, she began to grip the steel tighter, the tendons on her hands and wrists standing up so strongly as her fingers began to make depressions in the hard steel. Her admirers watched and felt the steel yielding to her young girl’s strength, yielding as if it was merely soft clay that she was holding in her hands.

Working it very much like such clay, she finally twisted her wrists in opposite directions as the steel screamed loudly in protest. It was enough to tear off a section about four inches long. The hard steel was now stretching like warm taffy in her hands as she twisted it until it tore into two more two sections. Setting the rest of the rail down, she pushed her sleeves up above her elbows.

"OK, guys, you might want to step back a bit now. My hands are going to get really hot when I do this." And with that, she began to work the hard steel in her grip, four sets of eyes watching it deform in her hands as if it was made of warm wax! Yet the steel continued to remind them of what it truly was by making horrible groaning sounds each time the tendons on the back of her hands became pronounced. Squeezing her fingers deeply into it, she was just starting to tear it into two pieces again when she felt Peter’s hands rising up from her waist to cup her breasts.

"PETER… what are you doing," she said angrily while twisting her body to the side to loosen his grip. He responded by simply holding her tighter, his grip surprisingly firm.

"We are going to be making an adult-oriented moved Kara, an NC-17, and there is one scene that is much like this. I wanted to see your reaction to being held this way while people are watching you use your strength."

With that said, his fingers began to stroke her nipples, both of the instantly growing so big that they tented out from the fabric of her top. Gasping softly, Kara bit her lip as she tried to concentrate, her natural arousal from using her strength now wildly augmented by his intimate touch. By his unwelcome touch.

The rest of the staff began to protest, yet they couldn’t help but stare alternately at her breasts and at the sculptured muscles of her forearms as they flexed to generate the forces necessary to work with the steel. For her part, Kara somehow felt even stronger as Peter’s fingers stroke across her nipples, her grip so powerful now that she easily formed the hard steel into a ‘snowball’. And then, as Peter began to hold her tighter and tighter, her hands followed his lead, the ball of hard steel squeezing out between the gaps in her fingers in time to his firm squeezing of her breasts. Gasping from a surge of arousal, she continued to work it exactly as an artist might work a ball of modeling clay, kneading it into different shapes as Peter kneaded her breasts the same way. The steel was soon glowing red-hot from the awesome force of her grip, and her top was threatening to rip apart from Peter’s strong grip. And standing in front of her, the three members of the studio staff stared at her with eyes wide with amazement.

Peter finally released his intimate grip on her chest, that being the cue to set the steel down on the floor. Looking down at herself, Kara saw her nipples tenting the Lycra top out for nearly an inch! Feeling embarrassed, she reached up shyly to cover herself. Peter seemed not to notice as he silently walked over to pick up one of the high powered rifles that were stacked on a table. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a clip of live ammunition and snapped it into the rifle. At the same time, three additional people, two men and a woman, walked out onto the stage. Peter introduced them as the writers who were going to finalize the script.

"OK, Kara, why don’t we demonstrate your invulnerability for these kind people. This gun isn’t going to hurt you is it?"

She shook her head while walking across the stage until her back was to the huge stone wall. Still wildly aroused from her earlier demonstration and from Peter’s intimate touch, she suddenly was concerned about where the bullets were going to go when they ricocheted off her body. She also realized that the bullets would tear her clothes apart and she hadn’t brought anything more sturdy to change into, like her costume.

"Ah, do you guys have anything else I can wear," she asked while looking back toward Joan. "I don’t want to tear up these clothes and I didn’t bring anything else to change into."

Joan snapped open her phone and began speaking into it. It wasn’t two minutes later before one of the production assistants walked out from the back of the soundstage. She was a cute redheaded girl, apparently in her late teens.

Meanwhile, Kara was cautioning Stefan and Peter as they checked out the rifle sights.

"I think you should all stand back quite a ways when we start," she said. "Most of my body is firm enough to cause the bullets to ricochet fast enough to hurt you. And while this may sound really weird, it’s safest for you if you make sure you hit the softer areas of my body. You can’t hurt me no matter where the bullets hit, so the safest place is to make sure they land on directly on my breasts."

Stefan was staggered by the nonchalant way she directed him toward where it was safest for him. He couldn’t help but stare down at her firm breasts as they were proudly displayed under her bodysuit. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t imagine a bullet hitting such perfect beauty without doing her serious damage.

"No way, Kara, I mean, I can't shoot this thing at you," he gasped while handing the rifle back to Peter. "My god, this thing could kill her, Peter. I’m sorry we even thought about it. You can forget this insanity. I’m not doing it."

Smiling, Kara walked over to take the gun from Peter and handed it to Joan.

"Would you rather she did it? Trust me, this is the safest way for all of you. And really, it makes no difference to me; this gun can't possibly harm me."

Joan looked down at the rifle as if Kara had just handed her a live rattlesnake. Quickly handing it back to Peter, she shuddered while telling him that she didn't know anything about guns.

At this point, the production assistant ran back in with some clothing. The first thing she showed Kara was a gold leotard, one that looked as if it was made of some kind of metalized fabric. It looked perfect. Motioning Kara to follow her, she took her around behind the brick wall to change. Once behind the wall, she held the costume in front of her while carefully watching Kara strip off her stockings, skirt and top before dropping them in a pile at her feet.

The girl was new to studio work, and she was astounded how easily Kara had shed her clothes in front of her. But she was even more impressed by the perfect tanned beauty of Kara’s body as she stood there so unselfconsciously, barely out of sight of the people on the stage. Tracing her eyes down the perfectly tanned contours of Kara’s body, she couldn’t find a blemish or mark on her skin anywhere. Kara just smiled back at her as she took the sheer skin-tight costume from the girl’s hands and tried to slide into it. It was a bit of a struggle.

"Ah, can you help me here?" she finally asked the girl. "This thing is actually a little small over my butt."

Blinking her eyes, the girl stepped closer, her cool fingers tracing lightly across Kara’s skin as she worked the thong back between her buttocks and then up across her chest. When she was finally done, Kara looked down to see that the fabric didn’t hide anything. Instead, the ultra-thin metal outlined and emphasized every curve of her body. A golden second skin, the perfect outfit for a SuperGirl!

"God, you are such a fox in that outfit!" the wardrobe girl exclaimed as she stepped back to inspect her handiwork. "People say you are from another world, Kara, a distant star. Is that for real, or is that just some tabloid talk?"

"Well, a few weeks ago, I would have chalked it up to the tabloids myself. I mean, I thought I was as normal as you. But things have kinda changed now, a least my strength has. But if you really want to know about me, why don’t you go around front and watch what is going to happen," Kara said with a wink. "Then you can tell me what you think, you know, about the ‘distant star’ talk."

The girl smiled approvingly as Kara turned to walk back out from behind the bricks and across the stage. Putting her hands on her hips in what she thought was a confident posture, she waited for Peter to finish what he had started. By this time, the rifle was back in Stefan’s hands. Like everyone else, he had read the incredible newspaper accounts of what Kara had done after the earthquake and had seen her on TV. But as someone who dealt with illusion, he knew that very few things on TV were as they seemed. Yet the rifle in his hands was as real as it got.

Staring at her model slim body for a moment, he was shocked by how stunningly beautiful she looked in that gold leotard. Her green eyes, long honey blond hair and deeply tanned skin somehow combined with the metallic gold of her leotard to make her look much more than human. It didn’t take him long to realize that this was the exact effect the creative team was looking for.

Setting the rifle down, he walked up to speak quietly with her for a few moments. He looked genuinely surprised when she insisted once again where he should aim at her to make sure that no one else would get hurt. His eyes opened wide as he stared down at her chest, now really concerned that this was some kind of a hoax and this girl could really get hurt. Maybe a little test was in order, to reassure himself if for no other reason.

"Hold out your hand, Kara." She obliged him as he took her smaller hand gently in his, surprised to find that her skin was remarkably soft and supple. She didn’t resist him in the least as he turned her wrist around until her palm was facing upward. Then, reaching into his pocket, he took out his sharp penknife. Opening it, he began to draw the blade across the soft skin of her palm. Pausing, he saw that it had left no mark. Pressing harder now, he drew the point the rest of the way across her palm and up along her wrist, pressing it harder and harder as he went. There still wasn’t the slightest mark in her skin. Glancing up to meet her eyes, he noticed that she had a quizzical little smile on her face as he finally pushed the tip between the tendons of her wrist as hard as he could. The blade bent and then suddenly snapped off.

Staring at his broken knife, he watched as she reached down to take the broken blade between her fingers before it could fall to the stage floor. Snapping it in half between her index and forefinger, she made it look as if it was no stronger than a sugar wafer cookie. Looking down at the funny smile that teased the corners of her mouth, she suddenly looked like a young teenage girl to him, her playful smile and those big dimples in her cheeks making his knees feel weak.

"OK, I guess you really are who you say your are," he said while putting the broken knife back in his pocket. "I just hope y’all know what you’re doing here. This rifle is hardly a prop or a plaything."

Taking his hand in hers for a moment, she held him tightly. "Don’t sweat it Stefan. Trust me, there is nothing you could do to really injure me no matter how hard you tried. But you might be able impress me a bit. And I might impress you. You know…in a special way."

Stefan turned to look at her with a puzzled look on his face. Not at all sure what she was talking about, he had a wild thought. Dismissing it as fast as it formed, he decided that it was about time to find out. Walking a hundred feet back to stand behind a long bench that was covered in sandbags, he lifted the rifle and began to squint through the telescopic sight, the crosshairs wandering over Kara’s body. It felt really weird to him to be aiming a loaded gun with real ammunition at a real person, even if this was the famous SuperGirl. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to aim it at a lethal spot on her body, so he lowered the gun and aimed at her left leg, the perfectly tanned roundness of her upper thigh drawing his aim. The gun was wavering more than a little from his nervousness when he finally squeezed off the first round.

Kara had been waiting for the firing pin to fall. Forcing her metabolism to speed up, her brain was now working fast enough to see the flash and to follow the bullet with her eyes as it approached her. She saw that it was flying lower than she had expected, but her mental state wasn’t sufficiently speeded up to really be able to closely track it. She still hadn’t figured out how to make herself think that fast except for maybe a few seconds at a time. The bullet was now just a blur as it raced below her waist, a sudden sharp impact startling her as it crunched against the lower edge of her pubic bone. Shattering as it hit something harder than it had ever been designed to penetrate, it shattered into dozens of red-hot fragments which in turn ripped through the fabric of her leotard. Finally ricocheting back and forth between her inner thighs a couple of times, the fragments flew out her backside to hit the wall behind her.

Startled and more than a little embarrassed, her hands flew down to cover herself as she felt a strong tingling rising between her legs, the sensation unmistakably one of arousal. Bending forward, her long hair covered her while she discovered that the tear in her leotard was more than a little revealing! Holding her hands over her crotch, she tossed her hair angrily behind her shoulders while looking back up.

"Stefan," she gasped indignantly, "that was not exactly what I had in mind when I talked about ‘softer’ areas!"

It was Stefan’s turn to be embarrassed now. He was shocked by the realization that he had missed her thigh and had hit her there instead! But being a stunt man, and even more importantly, a man, he recovered his sense of humor quickly and walked over to apologize to her.

"Shit, Kara, I’m sorry babe. I was trying to bounce that first round off he outside of your thigh, but I was shaking so badly that my aim wasn’t worth a darn. Did I, you know, hurt anything important?"

He didn’t wait for a reply to his suggestive question before kneeling down in front of her while taking her hands in his. She resisted him for only a moment before she allowed him to gently move her hands away from where she was covering herself. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she bit her lip while staring over his shoulders at the rest of the studio staff. She felt his fingers working the torn fabric of the leotard around, the touch of his fingers enough to make her take a very deep breath. It was an exceeding delicate position for him to be in, his warm breath washing over her most intimate of places. She just hoped he didn’t ask to kiss it and make it better!

Sliding his hands between her smooth thighs, Stefan brushed a few fragments of the shattered bullet from her skin, amazed at the contrast between her softly tanned skin and the hard muscles that underlay it. Noticing that she was the most natural of blondes, he finally arranged her leotard as best he could to preserve her modesty. Standing back up, he met her slightly amused eyes with his own smile before leaning closer to whisper in her ear.

"Now I know what they mean when those newspapers call you ‘SuperGirl’. I just never quite thought about THAT part of your body being ‘superpowered’." Winking, he turned to walk back to the sandbags.

Kara’s body was tingling pleasantly, almost urgently, when Stefan turned around to aim the rifle at her again, this time centering the crosshairs in the middle of her chest. The huge gun roared and bucked hard against his shoulder, a small puff of smoke rising from the very center of her chest as his aim was true this time. He saw her look down casually to run her fingers across a ragged inch-wide tear in her costume. Her hand was still partially covering her chest when he fired three more rounds, the gun bucking upward to create a line of holes in her leotard from her stomach back to her chest. Forcing the gun downward, he aimed at her stomach, the bright flashes of bullets hitting steel marching in a ragged line down her body. Moving below her waist, she put her hands back over herself as the bullets came close to that sensitive area again. Stefan stopped shooting and grinned at her as he saw that, noticing that she was giving him a playfully stern look. Some areas of her body were definitely off-limits!

There was now a line of inch wide holes that started at her upper chest and marched all the way down her body to her lower abdomen. She kept her eyes focused on his as he raised the sights back up until the crosshairs rested over her left breast, her hands resting on her hips, her legs slightly spread to help her keep her balance. Squeezing off three more quick shots, he saw her firm breast undulate wildly as a succession of huge ripples spread across her chest. The ricocheting bullets torn half the costume away from her upper body, her left breast now totally bared.

For her part, Kara was biting her lip almost hard enough to taste blood as she tried to ignore the rough stimulation of the bullets. She didn’t understand it, but anytime she used her remarkable powers this way, especially when bullets struck her breasts this way, it made her nipples tingle and burn so strongly. She felt herself getting more than a little turned on now from the powerful impacts as they started to send tingles out in all directions. Looking down at her suddenly exposed nipple, she saw it snapping erect, her nearly inch-long nipple suddenly as hard as any steel. Reaching her left hand up to cover herself, she raised her other arm up behind her head while tossing her hair across her shoulders, a funny ‘come hither’ look on her face.

Stefan saw the look and somehow understood it. His reaction was to put the rifle on full automatic and empty the magazine into her body, more than a dozen bullets striking all across her spectacular chest! Each bullet made a puff of smoke as it vaporized part of her metallized costume, the flying fragments of bullets that stuck her sternum shredding the remainder of her top. So many bullets in fact hit her that she was suddenly standing essentially nude from just below her ribs up to her shoulders!

Her wild arousal almost got the best of her now as she felt her breasts bouncing wildly around on her chest as the bullets splattered all across them. Her nipples were REALLY getting hard from the rough stimulation. In fact, it took all her willpower to cross her arms over her stomach and reach up to cover her bare breasts with her hands.

Stefan was very impressed as he enjoyed a final brief glimpse of her beautifully tanned bare breasts while the bullets ripped her costume off. He couldn’t help but be disappointed when she quickly reached up with both hands to cover herself before walking forward toward him. For just that one moment, she had been the most beautiful and sexiest nude he had ever seen!

"Ok, I guess you have the idea by now," she said with a impish smile. Turning to Stefen, her smile disappeared. "And in your case, I see that you like tearing the clothing off poor defenseless girls who come into your clutches."

Her twinkling eyes belayed the stern words she used. "But you guys are definitely going to have to get some bulletproof costumes for the movie if you are going to wail on away on my bod like this. Either that, or I’m going to keep your costume team busy sewing. "

Stefan walked around the table to meet her as she approached. "Are you sure you’re OK, Kara?" he said, a note of concern in his voice as he saw her biting her lip. "I didn’t mean to fire so many rounds at the end there, but it got away from me when I put it on automatic."

"I’m fine," she reassured him with a warm smile. "It would take a lot more than that gun to hurt me. Although you do seem to have a fascination with shooting my sexual organs. Any idea why?"

Stefan gasped and then blushed brightly while trying to come up with a witty response. But before he could, Peter quickly stepped forward to put his arm around her shoulders .

"One more thing we have to test, Kara. There will be a fair bit of upper body nudity in this movie. You seem a little nervous in front of us. Are you uncomfortable with showing yourself in front of an audience?"

Looking more than just a little uncomfortable, she answered in the negative. "Well, I’ve been modeling for a while now and have done a little bit of topless posing along the way. But while I don’t always enjoy it, its OK when necessary I guess."

Glancing at the others, Kara saw that they also looked a little concerned about Peter’s comment, most of them glancing between her eyes and the gray spots across her stomach and the visible parts of her chest where each bullet had struck. She decided to put their concerns to rest. Slowly relaxing her hands, she reached down to tear the remainder of the leotard from her upper body. There was only a tiny fragment left now, no more than thong bikini bottom.

Watching their eyes, she started running her hands over herself to firmly rub the lead spots off her skin. Their eyes were drawn to her bared breasts before she raised her hands back up to hold herself. Smiling slightly, she realized that they would never have seen a woman who was as firm as she was, at least not anyone who hadn’t spent a lot of money with their plastic surgeon. For even though she was a fairly large C-cup, she knew that there was only the slightest trace of a teardrop shape to her breasts. Gravity had little affect on her inhumanly firm body. Holding her breasts tightly in her hands now, she unconsciously ran her fingers upward and across them, lifting them higher on her chest while rubbing the lead residue off. Then, smiling sexily at them, she slowly lowered her hands, finally placing them on her hips while taking a deep breath, daring to truly show herself off!

"There, do they look a little better, guys? The bullets always leave a lead smear behind that I have to wipe off. And if you are done with me, I’m going to get dressed again if that’s OK." She started to turn just as Peter put his hand gently on her shoulder to stop her.

"No, Kara, we aren’t done just yet. One of the scenes we are trying to visualize is one where you stop some drug smugglers who have stolen some heavy equipment, including some Army equipment. It would help us visualize that scene if you could pose with that tank over there for a moment.

Frowning, she was not at all happy with doing another scene while dressed his way. She really wanted to get dressed again, but instead she just shrugged and walked over to the huge army tank. Besides, her initial discomfort with her state of undress was slowly wearing off, her confidence in her appearance proving stronger than her reservations about displaying herself like this.

Standing in front of the huge tank, she discussed some posing ideas with a couple of the writers and Jason, the director. They finally decided to have her stand in front of the tank as if she was blocking its passage. The other idea expressed was to have her lean against it as if she had just stopped it. A third idea was to have her block the huge cannon with her body so that it couldn’t fire. Kara didn’t like any of the options.

"How about this idea," she said. "Why don’t I just lift it up over my head. In the movie, the treads could be turning and the turret swiveling as it tried to move. And then I could toss it a few hundred yards across the studio or something."

They all stopped talking while turning to stare at her. It hadn’t even occurred to them that this teenage girl could actually lift it, despite what they had seen her do on TV. There was something about the way she looked, model slim and full of the vulnerability of youth. Anyone who saw only her face and expressions would have guessed her true age of 16. Anyone who focused on the rest of her body would have placed her in her early 20’s. So perhaps it was that mix of qualities, combined with the incongruous ability of such a young girl to be so incredibly strong, that caused them to misunderstand or underestimate her. Even when they intellectually understood her true abilities.

Jason responded with the typical confusion of a male adult. "Are you sure you can do that, Kara? I mean, without hurting yourself? Stefan, didn’t you tell me that these tanks weigh about 50 tons!"

Kara replied before Jason could, her eyes quickly sizing up the tank. "No problem, guys," she said while shrugging one bare shoulder. "If it’s really only 50 tons, then I can probably toss it around with one hand. That is, assuming I could keep my balance. I have trouble with that sometimes."

Enjoying her attentive audience now, her nudity forgotten for the moment, she turned and stretched, her body flexing like a young lioness. Like a Goddess. She finally flipped her hair behind her back and slowly bent her knees, reaching forward to slide one arm under the massive armored frame far enough to get a good grip on it. Then, flexing her shoulder and arm, she began to effortlessly lift the front of the huge tank off the ground.

The long-practiced swimsuit model in her suddenly became conscious of the softly whirring of the camera, and she turned her body sideways as far as she could so that her upper body was visible to it. At the same time, the treads of the tank creaked and groaned as she took most of the weight off them.

"Kara, hold it right there. Jason, lets get some cameramen in here for closeups, OK?"

Jason blinked a couple of times before he could pull his eyes away from the amazingly strong contours of Kara’s upper body. It seemed impossible that she was lifting more than 25 tons, but she didn’t seem to be straining in the least. Shouting orders to the cameramen, several of them suddenly crowded around Kara as they tried to film the outlines of the muscles of her chest and back as they flexed so powerfully. Her tanned skin was glowing under the closeup lights as her body looked more gorgeously powerful than any girl, or woman for that matter, that they had seen before. Really putting her back into it now, her body rippled with strong muscles that ran from her shoulders all the way down to her tightly rounded ass, and her long legs flexed lithely, the cuts of her hard muscles so visible as they supported the weight of the tank. As she effortlessly lifted this mountain of creaking military steel into the air.

Flicking her hair from her face, she looked up at the gathering of men. "Ah, is it OK to keep going, guys, or do you want me to hold it here for a moment?", she asked.

Staring at her in amazement, it was all Jason could do to make his mouth work. "G, Go for it, Kara," he finally called back to her.

Stepping forward slightly, she smiled back at everyone. Feeling tingly and wonderfully alive, knowing that the contrast between her nude upper body and wildly flexing muscles was shocking them into silence, she began walking her hands along the bottom of the tank as she lifted it higher and higher, searching for the balance point. Gripping the steel with her strong fingers until it groaned, her shoulders and back flexed larger and larger as she raised the tank entirely over her head. She had to take several steps before she felt balanced enough to begin walking across the studio floor with this house-sized machine balanced in mid-air. The writers and cameramen came closer at the same time, ignoring the danger of standing under such a monstrous weight, their eyes soaking up the image of this beautiful blond teenage girl who stood in front of them, her face and body looking so very young, so stunningly beautiful and sexy, wearing as she was just the ragged torn bottom of her leotard. It was an incongruous image of beauty and power, a vision of loveliness that had no analog in any of their prior experiences. And then, just as they were beginning to accept Kara’s power, she amazed them again, this time by starting to press the massive tank up and down, exercising the incredible muscles on her shoulders, arms and chest. Like some early morning workout video, her flexing body was the perfect target for some close-ups. At least one camera departed from the norm of an exercise video by focusing in on the way her bare breasts moved up and down each time her powerful pectorals flexed or relaxed!

The focus of the cameras were not lost on Kara. In fact, she was really getting into it now, enjoying the freedom and frank exhibitionism of her nude body. Lifting herself up and down on her toes, she drew the cameras to her legs, enjoying the way the men’s eyes were drawn to her calves as she lifted the massive tank up and down. She knew that they could all see the ripples along the sides of her hard bunching calves as her smooth tanned skin was expanded each time her incredible calf muscles flexed and relaxed. The focus of the camera made her tingle like the sensuous touch of a lover as it slowly panned up and down the amazing contours of the backs of her legs until it focused in on her firm buttocks, her tight ass tightening and relaxing slightly as her super muscles worked to balance the huge tank. The amazed and appreciative look on their faces excited her more and more, reminding her of the reason she first went into modeling in the first place.

At the same time, she naturally gravitated toward Stefan’s green eyes, the color almost the same as her own. He was grinning back at her, his body responding as a healthy and vital man should. Despite the fact that she was hardly older than his own daughter, he found that he was enormously attracted to her. And enormously aroused by her strong body. Her glowing tanned skin and powerful deeply-clefted muscles were an incredible turn-on for him. Not to mention the fact that she had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen! He couldn’t resist walking closer to her when most of the other studio people finally broke away to whisper and make some notes.

"Kara, " he said quietly as he stood inches away from her, "you mentioned earlier that the bullets could bounce really fast off the harder parts of your body. How hard do you really get, anyway? Your muscles I mean."

Kara smiled at him, his eyes clearly glued to something other than her muscles as he spoke. " I don’t really know how to answer that, Stefan, at least not in terms of any numbers," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Here," she said as she shrugged one bare shoulder toward him, "feel my shoulder to see what I mean."

Stefan stepped even closer, the hard points of her breasts almost touching his shirt, as he reached up to touch her strongly flexing shoulder. Opening his hand wide to span the flexing contours of it, his first impression was that her skin was extremely soft and smooth, silky really. Yet an exploratory squeeze revealed that the underlying muscles had absolutely no give in them, no matter how hard he gripped his hand. He ran his fingers up over her arm and tested her triceps, her arms resisting the force of the 50 tons of military iron that hovered over her head.

"God, Kara, you feel like you’re made of…of ‘living steel’ or something, if that makes any sense?"

She just smiled at him as she enjoyed the touch of his fingers, as he continued to explore her body.

"Jeeze, Kara… does your whole body feel like this - I mean, as hard as this?" he asked.

"Only my muscles and only when I’m working them this hard," she replied in a soft slightly hoarse voice, her emotions rising as she found she was really enjoying the feel of his fingers against her skin. As his fingers traced the deep clefts of her shoulder muscles. "But yeah, what you feel is pretty normal for me under these conditions. I hope I’m not intimidating you, what with being what the papers call an ‘alien SuperGirl’ and all?"

Stefan’s answer was to walk behind her as he gently ran his hands down over the strong smooth curves of her back, caressing the soft/hard contours of her body until his hands surrounded her tiny waist. Staring down at her perfectly rounded ass, seeing that she truly had the body of a very fit teenager, he was having real trouble controlling himself. Just when he couldn’t resist sliding his hands lower, he was distracted by a loud groan that came from the steel over his head, a sound that drew his eyes back up to her hands.

The remaining cameraman also focused in on the fingers of her right hand, the steel deforming and squeezing like putty between her fingers. Impossible as it seemed, the tendons of her right hand seemed to stand out more strongly than before, the steel squishing to the side as she buried her into the metal to their roots. At the same time, she gradually lowered her left hand while reaching for his. He barely had time to notice that her hand was warmer than before he felt her leading his hand down under the remains of her leotard, Gasping softly in surprise, he opened his hand to cover hers as she pressed her palm against the smooth curves of her steely buttocks. He responded without thinking, squeezing her hand as hard as he could, silently signaling his wild fantasy to her. Without hesitating, she began to squeezing her ass. Magnifying his grip a thousand times with her power, he felt the muscles and tendons of her hand flexing under his, his eyes staring down under the back of her leotard as he realized that she must be holding herself with tens or even hundreds of thousands of pounds of pressure. And the way her ass felt under his hand, the way it gave softly beneath her grip, was not lost on him as she held herself with the true power of the stars.

Meanwhile, as everyone else but the one alert cameraman was oblivious to Stefan and Kara’s little game, they turned around to stare in astonishment at the way she was now pressing the tank up and down with one hand! The only evidence of the increased strain was the increased erection of her nipples, which a couple of the men most definitely DID notice. And then, just as they were getting accustomed to her display of strength, she used her flying power to lift herself a few feet off the floor as she flew back across the sound stage to set the tank down. The floor beneath them shuddered, even though she set it down very gently. Finally turning to smile seductively at Stefan, she walked back across the room, brushing closely by him, close enough that he felt the momentarily brush of her soft breast against his arm as she turned her head to smile at him.

The normally jaded studio staff was now uncharacteristically speechless as she walked back over to join them. Yet they all seemed to have questions they wanted to ask.

"Kara," one of the female writers finally ventured, "one area of the script will have a man becoming intimately involved with you without knowing about your special abilities or anything. Is he actually going to suddenly discover that you feel like you are made of steel or something when he holds you? Or when he becomes, you know, intimate with you?"

Kara smiled at the woman who asked the question as she turned back around to face her.

"That depends on the man, on how much of a man he is, if you know what I mean. After all, I am pretty firm, but not so much so that by boyfriends in high school suspected I wasn’t normal or anything, at least when my muscles are relaxed. They just thought I was really in good shape. Although I didn’t have my full powers then." She walked over to stop just in front of the woman who had asked the question. "If it won’t embarrass you too much, why don’t you find out for yourself? And then you can tell me."

The woman grinned sheepishly as she glanced at the other writers. Kara just stood in front of her with her hands on her hips, her breasts sticking nearly straight out from her chest as they rose and fell gently with her breathing. More than one man was about to offer to substitute for her when the woman hesitantly raised her hands until they were nearly touching Kara’s chest, finally giggling nervously as she cupped her hands to firmly hold her breasts.

She was immediately surprised as she felt how soft and warm they were, her fingers dimpling deeply into them; they were not the hard ‘bulletproof’ breasts that she had envisioned. Her touch lasted for just a few seconds, but it was long enough for her to become very embarrassed, mostly by her own reaction. She had never touched another woman’s breasts before, especially not a woman as wonderfully endowed as this, and she was surprised at how incredibly good, how warmly intimate, it had felt. Forcing herself to lower her hands, she ran them down Kara’s relaxed arms until she was holding her tiny waist. Her stomach was also a thing of envy, the skin as tight and firm as a drumhead, the slightest trace of the underlying washboard of her muscles noticeable. Yet her skin was silky soft and her body somehow felt pliant and soft under her hands, much like you would expect from any other very athletic young woman.

"The real giveaway would occur if I exerted myself," Kara volunteered to the writer. "As you saw when I lifted that tank, I look rather ‘special’ when I use my muscles beyond Terran strength limits."

The woman hardly heard her as she felt herself getting really hot, surprised that she was starting to respond to the warm sensuousness of Kara’s body. There was something incredibly sensual, even sexual, about this young woman, even though the writer had never been attracted to a woman before. And she was really glad she was wearing a bra today as she felt her nipples getting so tingly and hard.

Peter finally called for a half-hour break as the cameramen reloaded and the writers went off to compare notes. The female writer, her name was Diane, was the last to leave, her eyes speaking so eloquently of her passion. Kara ignored her silent plea as the woman walked off with her co-workers, her head turning constantly to stare back at Kara.

Suddenly alone, Kara turned to walk behind the wall to change. Her body was tingling wildly now, both from her exertion and the accompanying arousal. And from the appreciative touching. Smiling to herself, she ripped the remains of the torn leotard off, her fingers brushing against the tingling places. She still wasn’t used to the extreme reactions her body and her super powers created in people. Or in herself whenever she used them. And while she had posed nude before during a modeling session, she had never used her strength like this, and she had never mesmerized people this way before. Nor had she ever gotten turned on this way. She knew that it had to be the combination of what Stefan had called the ‘living steel’ of her body along with the fact that her admirers all knew that her breasts and muscles were somehow ‘super’. Whatever it was, she knew that she had briefly been in complete control of the emotions of every person in the studio!

Closing her eyes for a moment, she ran her fingers over her engorged nipples, trying to dispel the tingles from the strong stimulation. From the contrasting power of the bullets smacking into them and from the softness of that woman’s sensuous hands. Yet her touch had the opposite effect, the moisture between her legs increasing as she remembered how Stefan’s hands had felt on hers as he had encouraged her to hold herself so tightly, somehow knowing how much she liked to have her ass held that way.

Lost in her private arousal, she startled to a soft noise, quickly snapping her eyes open as she saw Stefan walking around the end of the stage. He was grinning broadly at her obvious embarrassment as she in turn looked down to see his strong reaction to her. She gave him a slightly shy but beautiful smile, one that was so bright that Stefan’s knees feel weak for a moment! Briefly scanning across his body with her super vision, his clothes melted away to show her that he was in really good shape for a guy in his forties. Remembering her feelings as he had encouraged her to secretly fondle her ass while everyone else stared at her, she decided to get back at him a little. Or maybe to just release a bit of her native Velorian exhibitionism and sexual playfulness.

Holding his eyes in hers, she slowly spread her legs while reaching down to begin running her fingers lightly across her blond bush. Slowly turning around to present her back to him, turned her head to look over her shoulder, her long golden hair falling over her back, reaching nearly to her waist. Continuing to hold his eyes in hers, they both instinctively knew that this little game demanded that he not look away from her face. Nor her from his. Smiling, Stefan marveled that this young girl was mature enough to play such subtle sexual games.

Kara seemed to read his mind as she smiled coyly at him, reaching one hand up behind herself at the same time as she began to cup her buttocks again, the fingers of her other hand slipping between her moist nether lips at the same time. Knowing he was able to see only her backside, she watched Stefan’s breathing grew faster and faster the deeper her fingers reached, as she cried out softly in pleasure. Yet his disciplined eyes never wavering as they stayed locked to hers.

Kara was impressed with him as she now reached around to put both of her hands on the cheeks of her ass, leaning forward to hold herself with much of her strength. Running her hands over her ass, she cupped herself harder yet while easing her firm cheeks firmly apart to show him the soft lips that were hidden between her legs. She saw him getting more and more excited as his hands kept trying to move around to hold himself, but he knew that he couldn’t break eye contact with her. He could clearly see the moistness of her arousal in his peripheral vision now, her long blond hair flying around as she got more and more into it, as her fingers began parting those swollen lips once again. The strain was starting to become unbearable for him as he saw this incredible SuperGirl touching herself this way right in front of him, her body so clearly aroused. And he couldn’t do anything to help her…or to help himself!

Kara was getting off on teasing him this way. After all, she owed him one. Suddenly, she heard a zipper undoing as she saw his shoulders moving slightly. Forgetting her own game, she quickly glanced down to see that he had unzipped his pants!

"Ha, gotcha," Stefan said with a broad grin. "Looks like I win again." Despite all her powers, he saw that she was behaving just as he would expect a young vivacious starlet to act. A girl who was impressed with her power over men and who liked to show off. This was familiar territory for him. He was a well-known attraction for young women who were trying to make it at this studio. After all, a well-placed word or two could sometimes make a difference in some ingenue’s career.

Kara had entirely different thoughts in mind as she walked up to put her arms around him. Giving him a hug, his hands tracing along the strong contours of her back, they were both very aware that she was wearing only a thin black choker around her neck.

"Well, I guess I owe you another one, don’t I," she whispered suggestively in his ear.

"And the victor gets to name his price," he whispered back.

"Hmmm, that depends on which prize the victor wants. Remember, you only won by tricking me," she said, her lips brushing his ear.

"Hmm, how about you and me behind the stage, making it like a couple of rabbits?" he whispered back.

"Sorry babe, we can’t do that," she said, telling him a little white lie. "You wouldn’t survive it I’m afraid. After all, you saw my muscles earlier. You wouldn’t want me to use those on you, would you?"

"You mean, you can’t do it with a normal guy," he asked, a note of surprise and disappointment in his voice.

"No, Stefan, I can’t. I’m way too strong when I get, you know, excited. And I don’t mean my arms and legs," she said as her lips brushed his ear again. What she said wasn’t totally true, she was able to concentrate and keep a man safe, but it was hardly fun to make love that way. At least not for her.

Still teasing him, she ran her tongue around the inside of his ear as she felt his erection getting even harder, throbbing urgently as it pressed against her stomach. Her kisses drifted softly across his face until her lips met his. She began to kiss him passionately as she felt his arms holding her even tighter. As his passion threatened to explode.

She eventually broke her kiss to trace her now moist lips across his cheeks again until she was softly kissing his other ear. She felt his hands cupping her ass tightly as his body moved slightly against hers. As his body wanted hers, as he pressed himself against her.

"You know, Stefan," she breathed into his ear again, "my body is super strong everywhere, not just in my arms and legs. I bet you would really like to make it with me, wouldn’t you Stefan. You’d like to know what SuperGirl is really like. You’re probably thinking how tight I must be and how incredible that would feel to you to just take me, right here on the stage!"

"Oh, GOD, YES," he moaned, the last vestiges of his self-control leaving him. She held him even tighter in response as she felt his body beginning to pulsate in her arms. She was clearly on the track of his passion.

"But dear Stefan, you can’t have me because I’m SuperGirl. I’m just too strong for you. Sorry babe."

"Oh God, Kara," he pleaded. "I’ve got to have you, please, I don’t care if I get hurt. There has to be a way... you could, mean, your hand…!"

With that thought, she relaxed her intimate embrace and stepped back from him. Strfan suddenly looked up to see the young girl, Peter’s assistant, staring open-mouthed at them as she came around the end of the stage! She saw the flushed look on Stefan’s face as he struggled to control himself.

Kara giggled loudly enough for the other girl to hear her. "Well, I guess I win this round, don’t I Stefan! You ‘blinked’ first that time! A grown man, begging an underage teenage girl to have sex with him. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Peter looked at her with a painful but still appreciative grin as he turned his back to Peter’s assistant, trying to preserve at least a vestige of his modesty. Kara certainly had him this time. He had been completely in her control when she had been whispering to him. My God, he had even begged her for it. I mean, what the hell was he THINKING! And she wasn’t a day older than his daughter!

Kara suddenly stopped their little game and tried to act as if nothing was happening, calmly slipping back into her street clothes before walking back around the wall to meet with the studio staff again. And even though her body was still wildly tingling, she was determined not to show it, especially to Stefan.

"Ok, Kara," Peter said. " I think we, uh, understand the possibilities of your strength now. The writers can all get started and we should be able to start shooting the first scenes in a few weeks. One thing I have to warn you about, though, is that this film will be initially shot with a lot of realism. We are going to hype this movie as a no-special effects movie that will still involve the most spectacular effects ever seen on film, as well as some fairly graphic sex scenes. I’m not worried about how you will handle the action scenes, but many people think they can be very intimate on film as well. But when the time comes, very few are able to be convincing. When it comes to performing in front of a crew and camera, they just can't get the ‘feeling’ back."

Kara giggled out loud as she remembered the scene she and Kevin had shot on the beach earlier the same day. She also remembered some of the wild times she and Sarah had had together when they had been dating some of the same guys in high school, not to mention what she had just been doing as she played with Stefan behind the stage. This wasn’t going to be a problem for HER!

She would never forget the time they made this outrageous bet when she was in 11th grade. It required the loser to invite the starting lineup of the football team over to their house. Kara had lost the bet and had gone on to sleep with the whole lineup in one night! In fact, she not only did that once during that long night, she did it twice! She had developed a pretty mixed reputation after that, but she was still well regarded in her school as she graduated at the top of her class. She joked to Sarah afterward that that night was the first time that she could remember going to sleep when she wasn't horny.

Her thoughts came back to the present as she looked up at Peter. "I don't think I’m going to have a problem with acting that way when I need to. What can I do to reassure you about it."

"Because of your age, I would rather we didn't suggest anything. Why don't you surprise us," Peter said.

"OK," Kara said brightly, "but no out in the open like this with all of you watching me. Lets go back to your office or somewhere."

Peter’s voice was very patient when he answered her. "Kara, the idea here is that you HAVE to do this in the open. You have to be able to act in front of dozens of people with bright lights shining on you and camera's running. And you have to be convincing. It’s a lot harder than anyone thinks!"

"I doubt that," she said proudly. "How about something like the famous Meg Ryan fake orgasm scene in the restaurant?"

"Perhaps," Peter said thoughtfully, "although some actresses are more convincing if it’s not fake."

Kara just glared at him while walking over to sit in one of the chairs. What did he think she was, some kind of floozie who was going to do it right here in front of them?

Sitting demurely in the chair, she challenged the little group with her eyes. Then she closed them as she collected her thoughts. She imagined the scene from the Meg Ryan movie first and then tried to think about the last time she had made love. Her mental images were unfortunately a bit faint as she tried to remember the feelings of both the night before with Jeff and the photo-session with Kevin today. Unfortunately, neither image inspired her as she found, to her surprise, that she really was having trouble with this, especially when she knew that everyone was staring at her like this. Her thoughts then returned to Stefan as he had flirted with him behind that stage. She had started to become really turned on during that but had worked hard to not let him know it. Maybe she could let that out now.

Thinking about him again, she found that she was getting really turned as she started to lightly run her fingers over her burning nipples. But suddenly remembered where she was as she pulled her hand back down to the seat beside her as she began moaning loudly. It was partially an act, but not completely, her nipples betraying her as they became so erect that they looked like they were going to rip through the top of her body suite. They rose up nearly an inch above the towering peaks of her upraised breasts as the thin fabric of her top struggled to conform to their shape. Throwing her glowing hair from side to side, she cried out louder and louder as she got more and more into the fake orgasm scene. She felt herself actually getting wet as acting and reality started to mix. "Oh God, yes, yes, Yes, Yes, YES, YES, YES", she shouted louder and louder. Her hair was flying over her face as she thought about Stefan watching her, as she knew he was now, as she found that her orgasm was all getting more real every moment.

And then she made a novice’s mistake, briefly flicking the heavy lids of her eyes open to see them all staring at her and the camera rolling. Unfortunately, the serious look on their faces was too much for her. Breaking into a belly laugh, she doubled over and lost the feeling that she had been working so hard on creating!

"OK, Peter, I understand now. This isn’t going to work, " she said with a laugh as she stood up. "You guys are all so damned serious looking! Can’t you loosen up a little?"

"Making movies is serious business, Kara," Peter said in a disappointed voice. "The people who will be filming you will be very serious and working very hard during your scene. They will all be focusing on you for professional reasons. You have to learn to forget they are there."

Kara walked back over to Peter to hold his arm, a combination of embarrassment and frustration coursing through her. "Look, Peter, I really can’t do this here, not right now. Maybe in an office or a closed set, but not out in the open like this. Especially with those guys over there all staring so seriously at me! Maybe if you were getting into it a bit with me…

"OK, everybody," Peter interrupted quickly, his voice sounding impatient for some reason. "That’s it for today, I want storyboards in place in five days and a daily creative team meeting in my office at 4:00. And Kara, lets go back to my office and talk! Now."

(To be continued…)

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