Better to Be Loved

The whole 8,000 word story and two images are in your Commission Lovers folder!

Commissioned by Falcon 4.0

Written by HarmonyMotion

Chapter 1 - Andrea Gets a Surprise Super Customer

“Thank you, have a nice day. Ciao!” Andrea went through his canned, yet genuine response with someone whom he had just sold a phone to.

It was an older model, one that management had specifically told the sales people on the floor not to mention at all. They had to push the newer models, all of which sold upwards of 800 euros. The older models were only to be brought out of their drawers upon very specific request from the customer. “It’s the store’s bottom line,” they were told.

Well, today’s woman came in looking for an older model, and didn’t know which. She just wanted something simple and cheap, and after she mentioned being frustrated at two other stores, Andrea was more than willing to help her. He would’ve been willing even before hearing about her frustrations, and how the Il Nostro Centro shopping mall was far out of her way.

So, avoiding the dirty confrontational looks from the floor supervisor, Andrea quickly went over the woman’s options: price comparison, phone specs, did she want a very good camera, or not? How important was the touch screen to her? Did she even want a touch screen, or did she want to go to an older model with a full on keyboard?

After the effused lady praised his attention to detail, knowing far more about her needs than she did herself, he picked out the perfect phone for her. It cost a fraction of the current latest models, and she left a very happy customer who said she would tell all of her friends about her treatment.

When she finally disappeared from view down the cacophonous, air conditioned hallways of the shopping mall, Andrea turned to see his balding supervisor giving him a death glare. A moment of terror gripped his heart; he knew the risks about doing what he’d done, and he absolutely hated confrontation. But it was a question of which confrontation he wanted to deal with: to frustrate and stonewall the woman for the third time while being conflicted about what he was doing, or to face the, in his opinion, silly mandate set from above? He chose the former. He’d just have to deal with the chastising. That was okay; he’d survived it many times, even though the verbal flogging never got easier.

As he went back to the register to clean up the old selection of phone models quickly before anyone could notice the clandestine stash, Andrea suddenly found himself losing his footing as the bright, garish linoleum floor wobbled under his feet. Was it an earthquake?!

No.. there was a thick plume of dust localized outside of the store in the corridor of Il Nostro Centro. What kind of earthquake could do that?

All eyes were transfixed on the concrete dust. Others realized sooner than Andrea, despite his actual obsession with the most likely explanation for this phenomena.

The first thing that Andrea saw through the thinning dust was a pair of glowing green lights. Almost like a lighthouse emitting a lifeline to safety in the midst of a vicious storm. Then, someone cried out.

“It’s her! The monster!”

Andrea’s heart skipped multiple beats as soon as he realized that whoever had said that was correct. Well, not about being a monster. But, the person it indicated had to be right.

From the smoke, the twin pair of green lights walked closer and closer, revealing themselves to be the shimmering green emeralds that masqueraded as Super Jessica’s eyes. How could a pair of eyes be that large, that round, and shine as if backlit like that? Did she actively choose to exercise some facet of her power to make them iridescent, almost hypnotic, or was it just her natural state of being?

Of course, there was more to Super Jessica’s beauty than her long-lashed, deep-set emerald eyes. Her high, regal cheekbones came into view, followed by the perfect nose, not too large, not too small, fitting wonderfully on her pixie-like face. Her cheeks were rosy, glowing with a healthy blush that never seemed to fade. And those cupid bow lips, thick, deep, permanently painted into a disapproving sneer, were absolutely captivating.

She whipped her head, breaking Andrea’s focus on her cold yet heartbreakingly gorgeous visage. Her long, braided ponytail made its presence known, flicking from its out of place position in front of her shoulder to back behind her head, tracing all the way down her shoulders, the dramatic curve of lower back, and resting at her beautifully sculpted ass. The casual movement sounded like a whip crack, dispelling all of the dust at once.

This put the rest of her body on display. She looked like any nubile, outrageously attractive young adult, adorned in a tight white t-shirt that tried, and failed, to preserve her modesty. The bottom hem of the shirt hung loose, ending just above her midsection. A pair of shorts that barely covered the top of her thighs and a pair of neat sneakers completed her outfit. An onlooker could have mistaken her for simply the most beautiful girl they’d ever seen, and not the world’s lone overpowered superhuman, if not for one thing.

Super Jessica stood 2.2 meters tall, towering over everyone in her path.

Her long, elegant neck, etched with the deep grooves of her sexy collarbone, flexed and contracted with her simply breathing. That subtle movement belied the power underneath all of that beauty.

Her smooth, bare shoulders were on view as well. They were wide, giving her torso the beginnings of an incredible hourglass shape. Traveling down her shoulders, Andrea could see the fit and toned biceps that adorned her upper arms, a slight bulge that held untold power while still looking alluringly feminine. Even from his distance, he could see that not a single hair marked her sexy arm as he scanned down from those well-formed muscles, down to her dainty slim wrist, and the perfect complexion of her long, slender, sexy fingers.

He shifted from those swinging hands, seeing the dramatic flare of her hips. He couldn’t help but sneak a glance upward, noting the subtly shifting muscles that decorated her midsection. Not to mention how absolutely pencil thin her waist was. This woman was a complete miracle!

Andrea dare not look up further, knowing that her breasts were a complete marvel. The seven wonders of the world were nothing compared with the bust of Super Jessica. Not only could she destroy them with a shake of her torso, swinging her heavy, immovable mounds to completely obliterate them from existence, they were also profoundly large, beautifully rounded, with absolutely no hint of sag. They jutted forward off of her svelte torso, guaranteed to make women seethe with jealousy and lust, while the lucky men only boiled over with lust and no jealousy.

He almost regretted his decision. He only knew their perfect, luscious, mouth watering sight recaptured in digital photos. And many of the photos were fairly blurry—Super Jessica always seemed to burst off with her super speed just as any picture was about to be taken. But he dare not stare, lest he be impolite.

He didn’t manage to make it to past her thighs to her lower body. It wasn’t because they were incredibly long—impossibly long and supple, putting his favorite manga girls to shame—no, it was because she seemed to be approaching him! Those languid, swinging arms were getting closer and closer as she approached Super Media Electronics. What was she doing?!

Andrea’s heart thumped in his chest as he remained rooted to the spot. Some of his co-workers had the presence of mind to flee.

“It’s Evil Jessica! Run!”

“Who knows what she’ll do! We have to get away!”

Andrea just stayed and watched. He knew that if she wanted, they were all dead anyway. His puny human sprint was no match for her casual gait. Hell, she wouldn’t even have to move her legs—she could overtake him while “standing” completely still, remaining in a motionless pose as she flew into his path. A single squeeze from her thumb and index finger could rip his throat out; how stupid did you have to be to try and escape such a goddess?

She was standing at the glass at the front of the store that housed the display of their newest phone models. God, Super Jessica was tall. Her official measurement was 2.20 meters, but to see it in person was.. breathtaking. Andrea couldn’t even see her head until she bent slightly at the knees to look inside. She seemed to be... browsing? Her emerald gaze swept left to right, top to bottom. Andrea wondered if she was actually peering right through the devices, through the wall behind it, and out and out for miles to go with her x-ray vision.

Apparently not. She brought her weaker left hand (Andrea just knew she was, based on all of his research), extended her long index finger, and poked the glass. Her sexy digit sank right through it, shattering the safety glass into a million tiny beads, not that razor sharp jagged edges would have had any impact on her at all. A quick pinch of her nails snapped the zip ties that secured the phones in place. She held it in the palm of her hand and seemed to inspect it, poking the screen and checking the sides.

Andrea cringed, wondering if she had smashed the expensive screen and all of the electronics housed inside of it. But no, she really did seem to be playing with it. He didn’t know what to do. He was never good at social interaction, much less with a goddess who looked far more beautiful than any human woman on the planet, and was infinitely stronger than her already unsurpassed beauty.

So his professional training kicked in.

“Hello, welcome to Super Media Electronics. Can I help you pick out a phone?” his voice wavered, but he was speaking with all of the confidence he could muster.

For the first time, Super Jessica turned her compelling gaze upon him, craning her head down as she always had to when facing anyone. Andrea wondered if he was going to be turned to ash where he stood. Would he catch fire and burn, or would he just turn into a pile of ashes and a pair of shoes? Would it hurt?

Her suspicious expression didn’t fade, but she did answer.

“Yes, actually. I need your most sturdy model. One that’s far less likely to break than others, preferably waterproof, anything like that.”

“That makes sense for a customer like you,” Andrea noted, becoming more comfortable as he assumed his most familiar role. “I’m afraid we don’t have any model that could remotely withstand your super strength...”

“Duh.”

“But we do have some more heat and water resistant models. As for physical impact, most of that is done by a phone case anyway,” he continued in perfect stride. A little customer petulance was baked into his experience, and coming from her, she could give him all the attitude he wanted.

“Okay. Show me that.”

Andrea shuffled back inside the store and pulled the most expensive phone off the shelf.

“It’s this one. Really top of the line stuff. I can recommend a good case for it, if you like.”

Super Jessica’s suspicious expression turned to a simply neutral, resting face. That simple act would have melted the heart of any suitor pursuing her. “Do it,” she commanded.

“Do you have a sim card? I can set it up for you.”

Super Jessica reached into her deep cleavage, and plucked out a tiny chip from in between her stupendous, creamy breasts. Andrea couldn’t help his human reflexes. He followed her movements, and sucked in a deep breath as his cock surged to full hardness in a single, hard pumping heartbeat. He averted his gaze as quickly as he could, his pants too tight for him. He couldn’t believe how hard he was!

“Ahem,” Super Jessica waved the sim card before his eyes. Andrea gulped. Even her hands threatened to break him with desire.

With his own trembling hand, Andrea took the piece from Super Jessica and got behind his station. He carefully taped the screen protector sheet onto the display, making sure to keep it smooth and flat with no air bubbles. A quick sim card replacement, a charging cable, some wireless headphones, and a car mount (just in case) got dropped into a bag with the store’s logo, and Andrea made his way back toward the superpowered superhuman.

His natural height meant that he was face to face with her breasts. Or, face to breast. It was the hardest ordeal he’d ever faced, but he managed to tear his gaze upward, looking into the eyes of the statuesque goddess who seriously appeared to be shopping at his store.

“Here you go. I’ve included a... cable of charging, a...”

“Speak Italian. I’m tired of your accented English,” Jessica ordered.

“I included a charging cable, some headphones, and other accessories that you may... well... that we mortals find useful,” Andrea spoke in his native tongue.

“Thank you. I won’t be paying for this,” Jessica replied in flawless Italian as well.

Andrea gasped, not just from the shock of hearing this American ubergirl speaking his language, but speaking it so mellifluously. Her voice echoed through his brain like a siren’s call, somehow completely commanding and also promising a hint of something more.

“I... didn’t know you spoke Italian,” Andrea writhed in agonizing arousal.

“I do now,” Jessica answered once more, her voice as velvety and syrupy as before.

Andrea steeled his body against her vocal assault. Did she really just... pick it up? Right here and now? “Of course you will not pay, Jessica. We would not dream of charging you.”

The super tall superwoman looked at this middle aged male for an uncomfortably long time. Uncomfortable for him, that was. Jessica never felt discomfort, but this encounter was somehow novel for her. Her eyes flickered across his entire body. Andrea could feel waves of her power washing over him, but he couldn’t be sure what was happening.

“Ciao, Andrea.”

And then, Super Jessica disappeared in a flesh colored blur.