A Mutant Collector Quest

As I drove towards Patricia's home, my mind kept returning to the critical project that had dominated my thoughts all day.

I had hoped to start it soon, yet my attempts to dive into that vital work were being continually postponed. I hope that this visit would be the last delay.

There were also endless meetings and stacks of paperwork awaiting my attention back at the company.

Normally, I would delegate a significant portion of these tasks to Pepper. However, with Pepper currently being overwhelmed with grief from Toni's kidnapping, these responsibilities would fall solely on me in the days ahead.

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Patricia resided in a luxurious apartment complex in an upscale part of New York, the same place where I had dropped her and Jessica off yesterday after the bridge incident.

Her lucrative role in 'It's Patsy' the sitcom, had not only boosted her career but had also paid her handsomely, so it was a given that her residence would reflect that.

I parked my car in the basement and go up to her apartment.

Before entering, I press the thumb of my right hand against the right side of my neck for 30 seconds. After taking a deep calming breath I ring the doorbell.

The door swings open to reveal Dorothy, smiling at me.

Dorothy Walker, 36 years old, the mother of Patricia Walker and Jessica Jones was a striking figure—divorced and vibrant.

"Luke, how wonderful to see you after so long!" Dorothy exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug. With her body practically glued to me, I could feel her curves intimately.

"It's good to see you too, Dorothy," I reply, managing a fake polite smile.

"You've grown up to become such a handsome, successful ... strong man!" she comments, her hands roaming a tad too freely, lingering mostly on my muscles.

"You look incredible yourself," I respond, taking note of her meticulous preparation for the evening. From her perfectly styled hair to her flawlessly applied makeup and elegant dress, she had clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance.

"Thank you, darling. Come in, Trish has been waiting for you forever," she says, ushering me in.

Inside, Patricia and Jessica were standing awkwardly by the dining table, both dressed neatly for the occasion.

"Hi! Patsy," I greet the blonde first, who immediately lits up at my presence.

"Hi, I have been so eager to see you," Patricia replies, stepping closer with a relieved smile.

"Hi! Jess," I say, turning to her darker-haired sister.

"Hello," Jessica murmurs, her eyes shyly meeting mine before she looks away.

"If Trish had informed me of your visit earlier, I would have prepared even more," Dorothy boasts, guiding me to the head of the table. "But I still ordered the finest and most expensive meals for us." She adds with pride.

"That was unnecessary; I was hoping for something simple," I counter gently.

"Nonsense, how can a billionaire like you settle for anything less?" she chuckles, as she personally set a napkin on my lap, her touch lingering suggestively. "We must make sure you're well taken care of."

"Jessica, bring the dishes. Trish, the wine," she directed the girls while seating at the opposite chair to mine.

As the sisters busied themselves, Dorothy leaned in, "So Luke, I just heard about that failed space mission. Did your company also suffer a loss from that?" she asks with a hint of concern.

"No, it was not our company that was leading that project. In fact, we might even profit in the millions because of it," I respond casually, understanding her materialistic mindset completely.

"I knew it! How could the genius Lucas be stumped by anything?" she exclaims excitedly.

Jessica and Patricia brought out the food and wine, carefully arranging them on the table under Dorothy's strict instructions.

"Hurry up, girls. Luke must be hungry; don't keep him waiting," Dorothy orders sternly.

"It's fine, I'm not in a rush," I reassure her calmly.

"Always the perfect gentleman," Dorothy compliments, her smile warm as she turned her attention to me. "How's Madeline, by the way?"

"Mom's perfectly alright. She has been taking a break from work these days," I reply returning the smile.

"That's good to hear. I have been so busy lately, you know how Trish is getting so many movie offers. It's tiring to sift through them all, with meetings, parties—it takes up my whole day," Dorothy remarks, her tone proud yet burdened. "But it's necessary, after all, it's all for my baby daughter's future," she adds, casting a loving glance at Patricia.

Patricia manages a strained smile in response.

"Let's start eating then," Dorothy says with a smile, her gaze lingering on me. "Trish, dear, go and serve Lucas," she adds, directing Patricia to attend to me.

"Yes, Mom," Patricia responds, rising from her seat and coming to my side.

With a hint of anxiety in her expression, she cut me a piece of roasted steak and fetches a bowl of soup. Her eyes betrays her unease as she glances at me, uncertain of how the evening would unfold.

I met her anxious gaze with a reassuring look.

The dinner was passable, likely ordered from some renowned hotel. Throughout the meal, Dorothy meticulously critiqued Patricia's posture, while Jessica remained largely overlooked, quietly stealing glances in my direction.

Dorothy, having already consumed half a bottle of wine, showed no signs of stopping. Her inquiries spanned from business matters to increasingly personal topics.

"So, are you and Trish dating?" Dorothy asks, her cheeks flushed with anticipation.

"Noo!" Patricia interjectes hastily, her voice betraying a hint of panic. "We … we are just friends. Luke came by for a casual dinner tonight, that's all," she tries to explain it calmly, masking her true feelings under a composed facade.

Jessica let out a silent sigh of relief, her anxiety momentarily alleviated by Patricia's denial.

"Yes, Patsy is still a bit young for me," I remark, giving Patricia a knowing wink that made her blush. "Personally, I am much more interested in mature women," I add, my gaze drawn to Dorothy's ample cleavage as I leisurely sipped my wine.

"Ah!" Dorothy's cheeks flush with a deeper hue, her hungry gaze fixes on me as she nervously nibbles her lip.

Patricia observed the exchange between me and her mother with a growing sense of suspicion.

"Trish, Jessica, why don't you two go to your rooms. I will have a private chat with Luke in my room," Dorothy orders, her tone commanding.

"But Mom, Luke came here to meet me," Patricia protests in a whining tone, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"DO AS I SAY! Or else…" Dorothy's voice grew stern, causing Patricia to visibly tremble, while Jessica's fists clenched under the table.

"Uh, I mean, we are going to discuss your future, Trish," Dorothy quickly amends her tone, softening her approach upon noticing my presence. "Now go," she waves her hand dismissively, redirecting her gaze back to me.

Jessica left the table with a furtive glance in my direction. Patricia followed suit, casting an unsure look my way before retreating to her room.

"Let's go to my room. I will show you my private collection of wine," Dorothy suggests, taking the wine bottle in hand as she leads the way.

I follow her trump rack from behind. And as soon as I reach her room, I push her straight on to her bed.

"Ah!, Luke, so impatient," she says seductively.

Slap!

"Shut up, bitch!" I retort, delivering a stinging slap across her face. Dorothy recoils, holding her reddened cheek in shock.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice trembling.

"Teaching you your place!" I assert, seizing her by her hair and pulling her down to her knees on the floor.

"Now, take my cock out and don't use your hands," I command, fixing her with a stern gaze.

"Why are you doing this to me, Luke?" Dorothy pleads tearfully.

"I know how much you like it bitch, so stop pretending and do as I say," I growl, yanking her hair and bringing her mouth closer to my crotch.

Upon hearing my words, Dorothy's tearful expression transforms into a deep crimson blush. She obediently begins to sniff at my crotch like a desperate bitch in heat, gazing up at me with hunger in her eyes.

Telepathy was always a power that held a certain terror for me, and today only reinforced its formidable nature.

I had gained Telepathy and Clairvoyance from Cassandra, but my Psionic shield always kept messing with its usage, I could still use Clairvoyance to a very limited range, but Telepathy was not working at all.

Prior to entering the house, I made the decision to deactivate my psionic shield. The motive was twofold: to explore my newfound abilities and to assist Patricia by uncovering her mother's hidden intentions.

As I had tuned into the thoughts of those in the room—Dorothy, Patricia, and even Jessica—I was met with astonishment, particularly at the revelations from Dorothy's mind.

Beneath her outward facade, she harboured profound vulnerabilities. Her insatiable greed for wealth stemmed from a lifetime of poverty, and her relentless pressure on Patricia stemmed from a deep-seated fear of her daughter's suffering the same fate as her.

In Dorothy's mind, the deal with the director appeared as a necessary sacrifice for Patricia's future success. In the murky depths of the film industry, she believed that an initial act of on-screen nudity was a rite of passage for aspiring actresses.

According to her skewed research, this 40-year old director held influential connections to top distribution houses. She reasoned that if Patricia acquiesced to his advances, she would secure the lead role in his film—an act soon to be overshadowed by her rising stardom, leaving the incident a distant memory.

Her susceptibility to the opinions of others, exacerbated by her addictions to drugs, alcohol, and sex, rendered her a pawn to societal norms and the industry's whims.

And from my knowledge of her past, I recognised that physical abuse during intimate encounters held a disturbing allure for her submissive nature.

"Do it fast!" I command.

"Yesss!" Dorothy responds eagerly, deftly using her teeth to unzip my pants. With practiced precision, she manoeuvres to unbutton them, then uses her teeth to lower my pants. She begins rubbing her cheeks against my dick beneath the underwear.

As I witness the vivid imagery and thoughts streaming from her mind, it becomes apparent that this isn't her first rodeo.

"Such a big cock," she murmurs dreamily, proceeding to lower my underwear with her teeth.

My cock which had been constrained in my pants for a long time, jumps out with vengeance, slapping across her blushing face.

"It's Huge!" Dorothy exclaims, her eyes widening as she takes the head of my shaft into her mouth, she looks up silently seeking my approval.

Meanwhile

"Luke, why?" Patricia whispers, her voice barely audible as she peeks into the room from the slightly open door.