Wonder Woman: Season 4

Stolen Objects

Diana Prince walked into her office with a printout from IRAC. She adjusted her glasses as she entered looking over the printout. Her standard white blouse tucked in loosely still pulled tight against massive bouncing bosom, straining the buttons nearly open. Her tight black mini-skirt is knee length and her black boots are knee high.
Diana heard a cough come from the hallway. She knew who it was before looking up.
Will Taylor, the 22-year-old IADC recruit with short brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a lean physique. But what catches her eye every time she sees him is his um... Diana tells herself she shouldn't stare, but her eyes keep drifting back to it. She tries to push those thoughts about the much younger man aside and to focus on the matter at hand.
"Ah, Will, there you are," she says while walking over to him, gesturing for him to sit.
She notices the usual blush forming across his cheeks as he struggles to keep his eyes locked on hers. "Can you believe all these stolen relics? Someone's been clearing out museums and private collections all across the country."

Will shakes his head and swallows hard, "Yeah, it's really bizarre. It seems there's some kind of connection between all the stolen items. Every single one used to belong to an ancient Greek cult or temple."
Diana nods, "Hmm, fascinating. I'm glad you read the printout from IRAC." Noticing Will has his head tilted as she leans against the desk facing his chair.
She pushes her reading glasses up her nose, feeling the weight of her oversized breasts pressing against her silk blouse. She struggles to find shirts that cover ample size, but don't also look like a drape.
"Well, you know what this means?" She asks suggesting her thoughts as always.
Will drags his attention back from the mind wandering wave that Diana's chest naturally causes him, "Ah, no, I don't believe I follow."

Diana playfully rolls her eyes at his ignorance. "It reveals the thief's true motive. They are searching for all relics that once belonged to an Ancient Greek cult."
"Think about it," Diana continued, crossing one toned leg over the other. "These are no ordinary thieves we're dealing with here. They've been stealing valuable items that are deeply connected to mystical rituals and stories. They know what they're doing and most importantly, what they want."
Will's eyes stay glued to her cleavage, unable to control his wandering gaze.
Somehow, her firm muscles and her immense bosom make every word pouring out of her mouth even more provocative.
"Will, are you even listening to me?" she interrupted his reverie, placing a hand on his shoulder and forcing his attention to meet her eyes.
He jumped, suddenly blushing even harder than before. "I-I'm sorry, I just got carried away by your words."
Her lips curled into a coy smile. "Sure thing, recruit. I am a bit desperate to get some answers in this case. So naturally, I'm in need of an extra pair of eyes."
Will shifted nervously in his seat, suppressing a grin from hearing her calling him 'recruit'. He couldn't help but feel something more than just admiration towards his beautiful, smart, and strong partner.
"Diana, I'm happy to help you," he said, unable to hold her gaze for too long before diverting his eyes to her chest again. His thoughts raced.
Being alone with Diana in her office always unnerved him, especially given his growing feelings for her. And they had spent so much time together lately as colleagues.
He carefully laid his notebook down on the desk, chair scraping against the marble floor. His eyes trailed down her legs; toned, thousands of hours spent in the gym, shown clearly in every inch of her. Diana hadn't yet realized the effect she had on every straight, breathing man who met her. She looked up and caught him lost in thought.

Will had such a youthful face, and his cheeks flushed every time she found him staring. It was both endearing and arousing. Diana knew how he felt. But as they worked together more and more, she saw him as less of a potential romantic interest and more of a very young partner. Or so she told herself.
Diana took her hand off Will's shoulder and sat behind her desk. There was a silence between them. She was growing more comfortable around him, but even she couldn't ignore the spark that still flew occasionally. 
"Alright, let's get started," Diana finally broke the silence, leaning forward and resting her arms on the desk, her large breasts pressing firmly against the wood.
Will fought to prevent his eyes from drifting yet again, but it was a losing battle. There was just something so magnetic about Diana.
She took out a notebook and pen and slid them across the desk to the recruit. She always thought he might enjoy the feeling of writing with a real pen instead of typing on a computer all day.
Diana smiled, the curves of her lips bringing even more life into her striking features.
"Let's go over all of the stolen relics," she said. "I want you to start with the ones that went missing the earliest, then work your way forward."
Will nodded silently, and his fingers grazed Diana's as he picked up the pen. She stole a glance at him, brow furrowed as she looked back down at the reports. He couldn't help but marvel at how intellectually powerful she was, not to mention physically.
"Yes ma'am." Will replied as he got up and headed back to his desk.
Diana didn't fail to notice he straightened his pants as he left.
Whatever she felt about Will Taylor, she enjoyed his attraction to her. Truth be told, his lustfulness and boundless energy made him a refreshing change from the usual men she met as Wonder Woman.
As she began working on the relics case, her desk phone rang. A powerful looking yet homely man's voice boomed through her speakers, "Diana, what is your plan on the relics case?" The voice belonged to General Philip Johnson.
Diana knew he meant well, but his hard-edged, seasoned warrior ways didn't always translate so smoothly in the office setting.
"General, I'm expecting Will in a moment. We've been analyzing the relics and their disappearances. There definitely appears to be a pattern. These ancient Greek artifacts are far more than just antiquities - they all possess deep roots in Greek mythology, magic, and folklore," Diana explained to the General, her fingers absentmindedly playing with her pen - she slid it across her full red lips.
Will walked back into Diana's office just as she finished. "Ah, there you are, Will," Diana greeted him with a smile. She quickly ended her call with the General as she watched Will sit down again.
"So, Will, as I was saying," Diana continued, "there are untold mythical powers connected to these relics. They belonged to a secretive, powerful cult that worshipped Diana, the goddess of the hunt and the moon." Diana smirked, knowing she would catch his attention again.
Will's eyes widened, but he tried to maintain his composure. "Are you saying this cult still exists?
And that our thief is somehow connected to it?" Will stuttered, for once averting his gaze from Diana's chest and fully focusing on her face. It was not lost on Diana that every time she mentioned Diana, her name, the blood would rush out of his face.
"I can't say for certain," Diana confessed, furrowing her brow with concentrating eyes. Her gaze was magnetic, ripping away every ounce of Will's focus.
"But all the artifacts aren't gone. Let's go by the museum a few blocks from here and check it out." She smiled.
"The Alke-Cult which worshipped Diana, the goddess of the hunt and the moon, was more than just a myth. Shrouded in secrecy, they believed in resurrecting the divine Queen of the Gods, somehow merging mortals with divinity."