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Tonight only! $100 for five minutes in heaven!
…That doesn't SOUND like a very fair deal, but The Mighty Endowed is already most of the way towards her next car payment. And all it cost her was a pretty smile and posing for photos. As a nerd, after a jock, after a horny old man rested their faces on her big, beautiful breasts and got to enjoy 5 minutes of the best damn pillows in Gotham. Motorboating, of course, was strictly forbidden, and an ominously looming Big Barda made sure that rule was enforced and kept the peace as usual.
But, like all Star Models, Blue Lantern was intensely jealous. Not because The Mighty Endowed was getting a massive payday, nor that Blue Lantern wanted to be slobbered over by disgustingly aroused human peasants, but because The Mighty Endowed was getting ALL the attention! So, naturally, an irrational opinion had to be shared.
"It is SHAMEFUL how you treat us." Orders, who was busy counting the money, let her purple eyes glance up dismissively from the fat stacks.
"Did you say something?" she asked casually as Blue Lantern sneered haughtily.
"It is disgusting how you allow those peons to slobber over her." Orders stared at her blankly, then went back to counting the ABSURD amount of money earned by this little endeavor.
"Car payment aside, The Mighty Endowed could've said no." Orders said placidly, but Blue Lantern was determined to be a haughty bitch for the next few minutes… or… next hour. As the usual case may be. "And this IS part of the job." She added as Blue Lantern watched the most recent participant be pulled away, the very second the five minutes were up, and was replaced by twin Japanese boys visiting Gotham. Who seemed to be more interested in the picture than their faces in world-class Oppai.
Blue Lantern sneered in annoyance, glowering as The Might Endowed laughed and giggled like a Holsteinna Whore, but with SLIGHTLY bigger mammaries. Hands on her curvaceous waist and breasts swelling indignantly in her skimpy top as Orders went back to counting her, and The Mighty Endowed's, money. "Now get back to work." She said as Blue Lantern scoffed. Orders' purple eyes raised once again from her, and the Mighty Endowed's money as Blue Lantern continued to be an attention whore without the actual 'whore' part.
Wait, no. Never mind.
"Fine." Orders said, before reaching for the phone.
Time: 11:09 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Ring-CLICK
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Yes, hello. The… Blue Lantern Special, if you do not mind."
"Whipped cream-topped blueberry pie. Anything else?"
"I was told to say, delivered by Blue Lantern."
"Very well, we expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address, please."
Meanwhile
Orders hung up the phone, finished writing the receipt, and held it out to Blue Lantern, who, apparently, didn't register the motion. "…BLUE LANTERN." Orders snapped as the shockingly white albino Sluutavan woman turned her attention from The Mighty Endowed to Orders and then the receipt with a sour look, snatching the receipt from Orders' hand. "Off you go. Try not to break any traffic laws."
The food slid across the counter as Blue Lantern wiggled her skimpy dressed albino body out the back door and to one of the company cars. At the very least, she'd get away from the absurdity of The Mighty Endowed's popularity.
All she had were MASSIVE mammary glands. That wasn't a reason to drool liberally over them. Whereas Blue Lantern had breasts, bombax, style, substance! She was the full, somewhat bitchy, package! The Mighty Endowed wasn't even as sensual as her. She just had massively soft, squeezable, pillow-soft tits!
Where was she going with this?! Literally! At the light, she looked at the receipt for the address and cursed angrily in space bitch, before doing a U-turn and heading towards the CORRECT address in the other direction.
While a majority of hotels were on the quote-unquote hotel street, there were a few outliers, and The Harbor Haven was one of them. Between the Heights and the Docks, the Haven was usually a sport for sailors, merchant traders, cruise line escapees, and the sluts who work the docks. With a low, misty fog and the scent of fish and low tide in the air, Blue Lantern's car skidded to a less-than-dignified stop by the curb of the Harbor Haven.
She got out, the chill sea spray brushing on her shockingly white skin, exposed by her skimpy costume. She quickly moved towards the hotel, passing by some dock sluts who watched her go by with a mild amount of curiosity. It wasn't surprising Blue Lantern WAS, after all, a Jewel among glass.
The lobby of Harbor Haven was little more than a bar for sailors; they were certainly on brand… barely anyone in the lobby gave Blue Lantern more than a curious glance, watching her body jiggling and bouncing as she ignored the front desk, who in turn ignored her, and continued onward towards the elevator.
The Harbor Haven was one of the few hotels in Gotham that flat out didn't even CARE about alleged prostitution going on. Sailors and harbor folk were their normal clientele: it's expected. So Blue Lantern's half-naked body, practically glowing in the smoky bar-like atmosphere of the Haven, didn't even bat an eye apart from the usual interested look. Blue Lantern was already in the elevator by the time someone, out of curiosity, wondered how much a night with a dock whore like that would cost. An absurd amount, obviously…
The doors of the elevator slid open as she stepped onto the 3rd floor of the hotel. Thankfully, the smell of the sea and smoke from the bar didn't follow her as she stepped off and walked the hallway to find the right room. She walked up to room 303, the only room on the floor that had a hallway light out in front of it, making that spart particularly dark… She barely waited before she raised her fist and banged away on the door. "Superbabes."
Time: 11:40 PM. Place: The Harbor Haven (Room 303)
"Special Delivery Ser-SNARGLE FRAG." The door had opened mid catchphrase and hit her with a blast of cigar smoke. "Does nobody believe in ventilation on this accursed planet?!"
"It's medicinal." Said a voice with an accent she didn't recognize… because she was a fucking alien from space and she didn't recognize earth accents. She worked with Brielle and Rosa and was vaguely aware that they had accents… but she couldn't tell the difference between a French accent and a Haitian accent…
Which the strapping black man with dreadlocks had… a strong Haitian accent, dark ebony skin, sharp but dark green eyes that matched the smoke of the cigar he was puffing… something that Blue Lantern wouldn't realize wasn't exactly normal smoke here on Earth. He had chalky white lines panted under his cheeks, they weren't tattoos like the ones on Blue Lantern's body, and a thick but neatly trimmed black beard that, along with the short dreadlocks under his top hat, his cheeks and eyes were pretty much the only skin exposed. "Come in," he said with that same allegedly unrecognizable Haitian accent as she walked into the smoky room…
The lights were off, but the room was still illuminated by odd-smelling candles; they weren't bad, but it seemed rather unnecessary… She put his food on the table as he walked to the balcony, opening it up. The green smoke in the room rushed out of the door like it was sucked out into a vacuum… which AGAIN… was NOT normal for smoke on earth.
"Why don't you turn on a light?" she asked, and he chuckled. She walked over to the closest lamp and tried turning it on. But there was no power apparently… in actuality, it was unplugged altogether.
"…Call it superstition." He said with a chuckle, "I like to celebrate in a particular… manner." He said while taking a long drag on the cigar, so long that it was a stub when he was done with it, releasing the smoke like a sudden rush of Gotham fog.
"Celebrate? What are you celebrating?" she asked dismissively, not that interested in the lease. "Surviving another day in this trash heap?" To be clear, she was referring to the planet of primitive mammals who slobbered over massive tits, not the cesspool that was Gotham City. He chuckled, before flicking the cigar stub out the balcony door where it burned away into ash.
"No…" he took off his hat and tossed it. It spun through the air and landed on the unplugged lamp. "I have finally completed a task I've been working on for years. Retrieving a very interesting object for the grandson of an old friend." He then pulled open his tailcoat, revealing he was shirtless underneath, covered with ritualistic scars and faded tattoos. "Who suggested I order Superbabes?"
"Oh, of course he did." Blue Lantern snapped rather dismissively.
"In point of fact, he told me to order The Mighty Endowed."
"Oh OF COURSE he did!" Blue Lantern replied, less dismissively, as he chuckled again, removing his pants and revealing his very strapping figure, and wearing some sort of loincloth underwear.
"But I'm old enough to understand that moderation is superior to excess…" He towered over her as a finger hooked under the buckle of the lantern symbol, holding onto her top before flicking it off. Her top fell away, exposing her big tattooed breasts as she scoffed, hands haughtily on her hips.
"At least SOMEONE appreciates my superiority…" because that's what she was choosing to take away from this as his hands squeezed her big white breasts. "Hmmnph." With the way he used his hands, squeezing and pushing her bouncy chest together, flicking his calloused thumbs over her nipples as she scowled at him, hands on her hips as he played with her chest. Of course, even if his hands were big, her breasts were bigger. "Hmph." She scoffed as he released a deep chuckle, still playing with her chest. Pushing the pliable breasts firmly together, lifting them before pulling his hands away as they wobbled firmly back into position. The tattoos on her body wobbling like ocean waves…
He then rested his hands on her shoulders and pushed, "Ugh." She dropped to her knees, gazing up at him and ignoring the growing bulge in his loincloth. She flinched irately as he pulled her face into his crotch, feeling it throbbing through the loincloth against her face as she scoffed again. "Let's just get this over with-SNARGLE FRAG!?"
A girthy 10-inch uncut black COCK slapped into her face and pulsated ominously like a Blakin Grub about to burst. "Great Jizzo, what happened to moderation is superior!?" she snapped as the stench of it overwhelmed her Sluutavan nostrils.
The Haitian smirked, "Well, I wasn't talking about myself." He then grabbed her chin, opening her mouth as she managed out an exasperated.
"FRAG. MMGH!!" Her lips wrapped around his cock, her split tongue flicking flexibly around his glans as she peeled back the foreskin of his thick human dick. "MGMh!" she kissed the base of his cock as it throbbed against her warm tongue, burying it into her throat as he sighed contentedly. Holding her head in one hand, sliding her lips up his length, and back down again. "MGMH!!" she groaned as he slid easily into her Sluutavan throat.
On her knees like the alien sex slave she was dressed as, he began bobbing her head up and down slowly, before pulling his hand away. Blue Lantern twisted her head steadily up and down now, her ruby red eyes twitching as his massive human meat bulged in and out of her gullet, her sliding blue lips quivering on his shaft as it pulsated eagerly on her writhing split tongue. She pulled her head to his tip, her lips leaving a blue streak on his dark-skinned cock as her tongue flicked out, tapping his skin as drool dripped off his girth onto her big, pale breasts.
"Mmgh… mmn…" sliding her head slowly up and down, her eyes closing slightly as her Sluutavan instincts started to take over, sucking on his cock as he started to buck his hips towards her face with his own instincts. "Gluck. Gluck. GLUCK…" saliva dripping off his cock as he pushed it in and out of her mouth. "Gluck MGH?!" She buried her face back into his crotch before shooting up his shaft and regaining her usual composure. "Snargle Frag… stop trying to choke me with this." She's sucked thicker cocks to be fair, but she had to be soaring the cosmos for that… speaking of. "Where did you get that!?" she asked indignantly as The Haitian seemed to puff on a new cigar that he seemed to have acquired and lit without her noticing while in the throes of Sluutavan hedonism… though instead of green smoke it was a lighter… pinker color. He grinned down at her as a light mist of the pink smoke oozed through his teeth like some kind of fire-breathing beast… his hard cock resting on her shoulder and throbbing as hard as steel against her cheek.
"It's medicinal." He said as she frowned, rolling her eyes as he then pulled away, swinging his cock lightly against her cheek as she scowled. But he reached down and pulled her up from the floor, and offered her a puff. "Go on. Take a hit." He said, breathing into her face as the sweet-smelling smoke wafted up her nostrils…
…Which have admittedly seen a LOT worse drugs in her lifetime… the shit on earth has nothing on the narcotics she's done… and that's not even getting into the Sluutavan ones! She snatched the cigar from his hand, put it to her lips, and puffed.
"…Mmgh." Immediately, her body was hit with a burning warmth that rushed through her veins like she had been directly injected into them. Her eyes quivered, and her sour look was immediately replaced by a rather sensual purr like a cat. "Mmmn…" she pulled the cigar away as The Haitian laughed, she released smoke rings of the pink smoke from her cock-sucking mouth, licking her lips as she immediately put the cigar back to them and took another hit.
"Hee-hee…" the Haitian watched greedily as he tugged at her bottoms, the dress fell easily from her body as she seemed more than content to puff the cigar. He pushed her against the wall, her shapely ass bouncing against it as his cock twitched against her.
"Mmng…" Blue Lantern moaned around the cigar as it continued to ripple through her. The Haitian raised her right leg, wrapping it around his muscular waist as he slid his cock into her body. "MMgh!" Her insides clenched tightly around his huge cock as it pierced into her… "Mmgh-aah…" the cigar fell from her mouth, but he caught it, putting it back between his lips and puffing away like a steam train going up a sharp incline. "Ah! Ah! Ah!! Ah!!" she panted, sucking in his second hand puffs as her ass bounced off the wall, her legs tight around his body as he hooked his hands onto her ass. "MMGH!!" pulling her into his thrusts as her body writhed against the wall. "AHaah!" shaking in climax with her split tongue wriggling out of her mouth as her head pushed on the wall.
Arching her back and shoving her big breasts out to bounce in front of his bearded face as he laughed and buried his head between them, shaking his head. Despite the cigar in his mouth, she felt no heat, even though she was certain the fiery end of it brushed her perfect skin. But admittedly, she was more focused on the hazy, drugged feeling, making her feel as good as his COCK rampaging inside her, bouncing her off the wall as he sped up. Grunting and growling, his cock throbbing against her spasming insides as he slammed deep into her.
"Uuugh!!" he threw his head out of her tits, burying his cock inside her and pressing his hips firmly to her body as he spilled his seed deep inside her. "Mmgh…" he grinned at her trembling body as he puffed the smoke on her face and tits as her body relaxed.
"Haah… haah…" he pulled her from the wall, holding her in the air, balls deep on his cock. Pulling her to the center of the candlelit room, he lifted her up and down on his shaft. "Aah! Ah!!" throwing his hips up into her HARD, "Ngh! Mmgh!!" bouncing on him her tits swinging up and down, "Haah! Aaah!" he grabbed her waist, and she grabbed her tits, swinging backward as she orgasmed again. "Aaaargh!" hanging in the air, tongue writhing from her lips as her body spasmed and arched. He gripped her waist tightly and kept thrusting. "HGh! Ah!" Like she was getting fucked in anti-gravity, she dangled in the air as he bucked roughly into her. "Mmmmmgh!!" Her shoulders hit the floor, but he kept throwing his hips at hers, dangling in his grip. "Ngh! Ugh!!" squeezing her breasts, shaking in orgasm as she felt his cock bulging inside her.
"ARGH!!" primally roaring as he filled her up with more of his semen. Pressed to her hips, growling as he drained his balls again. His teeth held so tightly to the cigar in his mouth he almost bit clean through it… he took a breath, head gazing to the ceiling and releasing a thick cloud of pink smoke. He rolled his hips slowly, looking down at her and grinning before bending down and hooking his arms under her back. Hauling her back up from the floor. She flopped like a puppet, grinning dazedly as he hooked his arm under her ass and put the cigar back in her mouth as she puffed on it reflexively.
WHOOMP
Her back hit the bed, her legs were on his shoulders, and she puffed away on the cigar, pink smoke wafting up as she giggled and cooed seductively, her toes clawing at his powerful chest as he started powerfully thrusting once more. "Mmgh! Mmgh! Aaah… ah…" Blue Lantern writhed on the bed as he held her hips, her legs bouncing off his shoulders as her breasts jiggled up and down. "Mmgh!"
The Cigar and the fucking sent another ripple of pleasure through her body as he kept using it. "Ah… AHaah!" grunting and grinding his massive cock into her pussy, which had become a perfect fit, chalk that up to Sluutavan biology. The Haitian buried his cock into her quivering body as she spasmed once again. Her hands sank into her wobbling breasts as he grabbed them and pinned them above her head. She puffed the misty pink smoke up into his face as he kept thrusting, pinning her down to the bed with his hands and hips. "MMmmgh!!"
He buried his cock into her body again, gluing his hips to hers as she shivered, her ass cheeks flexed as her legs tensed, toes curling by his ears as she came. "Mmmgh…" she moaned as he flopped onto her body. Still grinding on top of her as her hard nipples rubbed his muscular chest. Blowing smoke into the air by his head as he grunted, bucking his hips to her moans. "Ah…" she gasped as he hooked his arm under her back, lifting her from the bed and crawling up the bed with her glued to his body.
He rolled over, swinging her upright as she wobbled and jiggled. She pulled the cigar from her mouth, it was nearly a stub now, and blew the smoke into his face as he grinned up at her, relaxing on his back as his hand smacked her pale ass. She grunted, adjusting her legs to straddle him before swinging herself up and down, bouncing her body on him as he bucked his hips. Her breasts swung up and down rapidly as she leaned forward. Puffing with one hand, and resting the other on his scarred chest for balance.
"Ugh… Ugh! Mmmgh…" groaning softly, her body tightening and flexing on him as his hands fondled her breast. "uugh!!" bouncing her tits together, before reaching down and grabbing her waist. "Ah! Aah! Uuugh!!" groaning loudly, her mouth hung open as he held her tightly and jerked her up and down, clenching tightly to his cock. "AAAH! Ah!!" her mouth hung open, the cigar flopping from her mouth as she clenched up again, shaking in orgasm as her head rolled back and she screamed. Her tongue hung from her mouth, drooling and slobbering as it twitched. He yanked her down onto his cock, burying it balls deep into her again as her shockingly white pale ass flexed on his muscular legs. He pushed up into her, lifting her from the bed as his seed oozed out of her down his balls as she twitched.
He flopped back to the bed, his body relaxing as she fell forward, her tits bulging on his chest as his hand reached around and clapped loudly on her ass cheeks. "Ugh…" she grunted as he grabbed the cigar stub. He eyed it with a smirk, her body shivering on him as he held the burning end to his lips and blew it out like a candle before throwing it away with a flick.
Like his first cigar, it disintegrated into ass as he fondled Blue Lantern's shapely Sluutavan behind… "Ugh… Snargle frag…" she moaned eventually, hands on his shoulders and pushing herself upright. She pushed her chest out, head rolling back on her neck. "…What the hell did I smoke?" she asked dazedly as he chuckled.
"It's medicinal." He declared, rolling his hips under her. "Mmn…" he grabbed her tightly by the hips and tugged, popping her off with a wet squelch as her hole oozed his semen onto his cock like ketchup on a hot dog.
"SNARGLE FRAG." She snarled again, shaking, "Great Jizzo…" she hissed again, her pussy gaping and gasping as it continued to drool his goo.
The Haitian might be a little… well, 'stoned' isn't the word, but now that his balls have been thoroughly emptied, he frowned up at her. She crawled off him, rolling onto her back and spreading herself, looking down at his seed gushing from her like a broken dam. "Snargle Frag." He said, rubbing his beard. "…Great Jizzo?"
"Ugh!" she groaned dismissively before bouncing off the bed. "Ngh… at least you didn't stuff that monster up my bombax." She grumbled to herself.
"I've been around for some time." Said The Haitian, sitting upright in bed as she mostly ignored him and wobbled uncertainly towards the bathroom, grabbing her costume as she went. "…But those words have little to no meaning to me."
"Good for you." She snapped coolly, and he grinned and chuckled as she slipped into the bathroom. He pulled his hand up, a new cigar appearing between his fingers. Putting it to his lips.
Blue Lantern stood under the shower, scrubbing and rubbing herself down… somehow she expected it to be salt water, but dearly wished it was Geldi Swamp water… she'd give a blowjob to a line of unwashed Humans if it meant she could get a bath in Geldi Swamp Water.
But one mediocre scrub later, she was out, pulling on her clothes, adjusting her tits in her top, and making sure the Lantern clasp was centered as she walked out of the bathroom to, yet MORE, cigar smoke… this time it was Blue.
The Haitian was wearing his loincloth, but had seemingly not even moved, puffing away on the cigar as she scowled at him. "…Can I get some of whatever you were smoking earlier?" she asked as he chuckled.
"It's-"
"Medicinal. Yes, I know." She grumbled as he chuckled again, "And the doctor that prescribes it? Can I suck his cock for some?" The Haitian chuckled, and his loincloth twitched.
"I'm afraid it's a little more complicated than that." He noted, "It only grows in Haiti." He puffed as she frowned.
"…Snargle Frag." She grumbled, before shaking it off… literally, the blue smoke seemed to be trying to cling to her skin, and it tingled. "I need to be paid." She scowled angrily. "Surely your FRIEND told you that?"
"Indeed, he did." Said the Haitian, getting to his feet. "And since he paid me quite generously for his antique. I can pay you." He said, picking up a worn leather bag and opening it up to reveal a truly generous sum of money filling it. Blue Lantern was not impressed by Earth money, but even she knew that was a LOT.
"…Some Antique." She said as he slapped not one but TWO stacks of bills. He grinned and puffed.
"I had been looking for it for some time." He said, "Took me years…" he puffed again and walked her to the door of his apartment. "Almost 60." Being a Sluutavan, who could live naturally for centuries, that didn't really register with Blue Lantern. Nor did she understand that MOST Humans don't look that good at over 60 years of age.
"Well, I hope it was worth it." She mumbled, casually counting the bills she was given as he opened the door. The light that had been out across the hall earlier had been fixed, shining a light into the room, but she didn't look up and kept counting, walking away as the blue smoke wafted in the air.
"Oh, it was life-changing." He chuckled, and with a grin on his face… though now it looked more skeletal, and gaunt… like a skull. He shut the door with a deep, echoing laugh.
Time: 1:01 AM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"PHEW…" Bessie sighed, sitting down on the couch… her massive breasts wobbling in her costume after hours of being the main center of attention. "…Please tell me that's all for tonight?" she asked as Orders counted money.
"That's all for tonight." Orders replied as Bessie relaxed. Orders pushed a good deal of money towards Bessie. "No deliveries either… tonight anyway." She added as Bessie sighed softly as Blue Lantern entered, and dropped the fat stacks on the counter.
"Here. I assume I get a large cut of that?"
"Yes…" Orders noted, "You assume, Elinor." She frowned, "But next time don't get high on the job."
"TCH." The haughty Sluutavan scoffed, "Please. I wasn't high…" she declared, "I barely felt a buzz, besides, it was Medicinal."
"For a Magic Haitian Voodoo Priest, it was medicinal, for YOU it was getting high, which is against the rules." Elinor scoffed again.
"There's no such thing as magic." She replied dismissively as Orders frowned, but shrugged.
"Take a shower." She ordered as Elinor's sexy backside swished into the locker room, and Bessie blinked after her.
"…Magic Haitian Voodoo Priest?" she asked as Orders' purple eyes glanced up.
"Do you REALLY want to know?" she asked as Bessie seemed to think about it.
"…No?"
Orders nodded and went back to her crosswords. She'll let James Hex tell Elizabeth all about it when he next orders delivery… he'll have to explain himself after all.
End
Okay, next up is Black Canary... officially anyway, I might change it up again, we'll see :D