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The Haverstorm has seen better days. Once a Hotel of some renown in Gotham, it's had several shots, literally sometimes, of bad luck. Including, but not limited to, the destruction of the top three of its original 20 floors due to a spaceship smashing through it. A hostage situation that was broken up by Red Hood… which destroyed another floor, to a lesser extent, and the changing hands of several owners who, for lack of a better word, were fucking stupid and didn't know how to run their own houses, let alone a hotel in Gotham.
The latest owner, at least, understood that last part to some extent and handed most of the running of the Haverstorm to the longtime Hotel Manager: Karl Strum. Or Mr. Strum for just about everyone who worked at the Haverstorm, even the owner.
For almost 60 years, he's worked at the Haverstorm, from a meager bellhop in the days when psychotic clowns weren't even an issue, all the way up to his current position. The very last of the old guard and old school in his style. He's seen it all, known it all… not only that, but he was secure in his position until the hotel itself burned down, and there was nothing left to manage…
And considering some of the supervillains in Gotham, that could technically be as early as next week, but they'll worry about it later. The only reason the Haverstorm was still in operation right now was because of Mr. Strum. He knew the hotel like he knew the back of his hand; he also knew Gotham and how you dealt with the infamous city, and its seedy clientele… He knew every repeat guest at the Haverstorm ever since he was promoted to hotel manager…
He knew their secrets. He knew their habits. He knew their tastes… BOY did he know their tastes.
He sat in his office, drinking a cup of coffee with a fresh shot of Irish Whiskey. It had been a long day of meager work. They needed a windfall soon, a convention, or to a lesser extent, some sort of disaster that would require them to open rooms up to refugees or evacuees… Just when he was contemplating pouring in another shot of Whiskey to deal with that particular feeling… his door burst open, and he hesitated to grab the bottle. Not even looking up from his whiskey drawer.
"You could at least knock first, Vasquez." He said as the rather handsome young Cuban immigrant bellhop rushed in.
"Sorry, Señor Strum." He said excitedly, "But Ms. Crabshaw needs you at the front desk!" Mr. Strum sighed, but he added quickly. "Señor, she needs you quickly!"
"I am 65 years old, Vasquez, I don't move 'quickly'," he declared sarcastically, groaning as he got to his feet, but moved surprisingly well for a man complaining about moving quickly.
Ms. Crabshaw, a thirty-ish-year-old woman, held the front desk phone in the empty lobby with a smile on her face. "Mr. Strum!" she said, "I have her on hold!"
"Who is on hold?" Mr. Strum asked sourly. But seemed to put on his professional manner quickly despite the shot of Irish Coffee.
"Dame Hollianne Revworth!" She said excitedly as Mr. Strum snatched the phone from her hand, she didn't even seem offended. All three knew what this was. Dame Hollianne Revworth was Hollywood Royalty. So successful in the golden age of her career that even now, despite being considered an 'Aging Starlet', she was still very wealthy, some of her movies providing her royalties longer and more efficiently than some NEWER stars.
She hadn't been to Gotham in YEARS, not since Mr. Strum was first promoted to manager 40 years ago. But when she did, she always stayed at the Haverstorm. This was just the shot in the arm the hotel needed!
Mr. Strum put a finger to his lips, and Ms. Crabshaw and Vasquez quieted down. Mr. Strum then took her off hold.
Time: 11-wait… what the fuck am I doing here?
Am I bluuuuue, Am I Bluuuuuue. Ain't these tears in my eyes-
"Ms. Revwoth! It is a pleasure to hear from you again."
"Thank you. You're too kind. It has been some time since I've been to Gotham, but I have a role to film and need a place to stay indefinitely in the meantime."
"Of COURSE, Ms. Revworth! Anything you-"
"Missus."
"Excuse me?"
"I am Married. It is MISSUS."
"O-Oh, of course, Dame Revworth, I did not mean to offend-"
"Well, it's an easy mistake to make. I go through so many husbands, even I don't keep track…"
"Ahem… well. MISSUS Revworth, we will have your room ready for you when you arrive. Just as you like it."
"…Indeed? JUST as I like it?"
"…Of course, Mrs. Revworth. Of COURSE."
Hello? Anyone?...Echo!
Mr. Strum suddenly needed a shot of his Irish coffee. He knew their secrets, their habits… their TASTES. He bit his finger so hard he almost drew blood. "Mr. Strum?" Ms. Crabshaw asked uncertainly. "What's the matter?"
"I…" he paused, "I need to make a call." He said quickly, before swinging into Professional Mr. Strum. "Ms. Crabshaw. Have the maids thoroughly clean room 1701."
"Yes, Sir."
"Vasquez."
"Señor?"
"Go to the kitchen and tell the cooks to send up the BEST bottle of champagne we still have to that room. Chilled. And tell them to run to the market and buy the best Kobe beef steak they can."
"Si, Señor…" he said, saluting, Ms. Crabshaw already calling the maids as he ran off to the kitchen. But Mr. Strum, despite his quick commands and brief air of confidence, was still a little unnerved.
He rushed to his office, quickly rummaging through his desk. Trying to find his black book… "Where is it? Where is-AH!" he quickly gasped, opened it, and found the number. With trembling hands, he dialed it, pulling it to his ear. "Pick up. PICK UP."
After a moment of desperate breathing.
"This is not a number I expected to see." Said a cheery voice on the other end. "Mr. Karl Strum! It's been some time!"
"I have a bit of an… emergency." He said in a nervous whisper. "…I need a girl." It had been some time since he had to ask HER for a girl… in fact, the last time he DID… she came herself. That was a long, LONG time ago.
"Oh, Karl… hee-hee. I'm afraid I'm out of the business. Literally, I live in London now. So I can't really help you there." Karl groaned; he didn't really participate in those sorts of circles, so he would, in fact, not know that her brothel had long shut down. Or that she was even out of the country! To be fair, it's been some time since he had to use her services. "How big of an emergency?" she asked, "You caught me while I'm having my morning smoke. I'm in a good mood. Hee-hee!"
"Dame Hollianne Revworth and her husband." He said, slumping into his chair, rubbing his face, and sighing audibly. Suddenly, very tired. The woman on the other end of the phone was quiet for a moment, unnecessarily and perhaps unfortunately letting the tension build… then she spoke again.
"So you're desperate, aren't you?" There was no teasing in her voice now, just the professional he remembered her as.
"…I really need to make an impression here." He said softly. She was quiet, again, this time he could hear her puffing her cigarette, and he could SENSE the smile on her face as she replied silkily.
"Well, lucky for you, I might be out of the business… But my daughter is a chip off the old block. And if I know her, she'll be in contact with you soon." Mr. Strum blinked. "Nice hearing from you, Karl."
"You too, Madam." He with an odd sigh, "…About your… Daughter?"
"I'll tell her to give you a discount."
"What? discount?"
"Old friends and business partners!" She replied cheerily. "Got to go. My caretaker saw me smoking." She promptly hung up as Mr. Strum blinked, frowning at his phone.
"But-" he almost called her back. How was her daughter supposed to contact him? Or he contacts her? His phone abruptly started ringing from a number he didn't recognize. He blinked at it and answered. "…Hello?"
"Mr. Karl Strum." The voice declared firmly from the other end. "I hear you need the services of a particular and talented 'professional'. Lucky for you. I know just the woman… unfortunately. Our prices are rather… appropriate."
Mr. Strum took as big a bet as he was this risk… but… if he knew Dame Revworth as he remembered her. This big bet would pay out and MORE.
...
"They're here!" Announced Ms. Crabshaw to Mr. Strum, taking a breath, he got up from his chair, adjusted his suit, and walked out to meet Damn Revworth…
For a woman in her fifties… she was looking VERY good for her age. In a white shoulderless dress, defying gravity as the top of it clung to her large, very fake, round breasts, she strutted in a white fur coat, wearing sunglasses over her blue eyes, as her long blonde hair hung just below the back of her neck, as she haughtily strutted into the lobby.
"Greetings, Madam Revworth." Announced to the staff, it echoed around the lobby as they all started bowing politely at her entrance, as Vasquez and a young, strapping blonde man entered. The former was carrying quite a load of baggage, the latter only wheeling along a suitcase and casually looking at his phone.
"Madam Revworth, lovely to have you stay with us again." Mr. Strum approached, bowing to her as she tilted down her mirror sunglasses to look him up and down with the grace of a queen… and the body of a bimbo.
"…Mr. Strum." She said, remembering his name, she's seen him enough times to recognize him even if the last time she was in Gotham was years ago. "…I trust everything is… prepared?"
"Of course, Madam." Then, meeting her eyes. "…EVERYTHING." Dame Revworth genuinely smiled at him.
"Excellent! Come, darling." She said, gesturing to the blonde man who approached with a model-like smile on his face. "Take me to bed, darling." She ordered as he easily picked her up in his arms. "Oh!"
"Yes, dear!" he said excitedly as she giggled, pinching his cheek as he carried her to the elevator. Vasquez picked up the rollaway suitcase and added it to the trolley cart with a modest nod to Mr. Strum, who breathed a sigh of relief… Until Ms. Crabshaw mumbled.
"…That's her husband? He looks barely out of high school." She said as Mr. Strum shot her a look, and she promptly cleared her throat. But she wasn't wrong; her current 'husband' was clearly half her age. And about as bright as a broken bulb, probably. But Dame Revworth often didn't marry for love, perse, but performance. She had very distinct tastes…
DING!
Dame Revworth and her husband, still carrying her, exited the elevator on the 17th floor. Vasquez led them quickly to the best room on the floor by virtue of the 18th to 20th being destroyed long ago. "And here is the best room in the building, Dame Revworth!" he declared, handing her husband the key fob as she dangled on his arms. "…Enjoy your stay at the Haverstorm."
"We TOTALLY will." Declared her husband cheerily as Dame Revworth slid off his arms and opened the door herself.
"Tip the boy, darling." She said, strutting in and removing her fur coat and allowing her backless dress to breathe as she entered.
"Lift with your legs, all those bags are murder on your back, man." Said the Husband as Vasquez blinked at him, he grabbed the trolley cart and pulled it into the room as Dame Revworth sighed, returned, and pulled a crisp 20 from her stylish purse and slapped it into Vasquez's grip.
"I'm working on him." She said before shutting the door in Vasquez's face. He blinked, shrugged, and slipped the money into his pocket. Rich people were a different breed, even the ones NOT born in Gotham.
The room itself was a small, luxury apartment; it had to be since the upper floors were long gone and the remodeling was spent on turning the rooms into more luxurious additions. Dame Revworth strutted towards the balcony, swinging the door open and viewing the Gotham City Skyline as the Husband began easily carrying the suitcases into the closet from the trolley cart himself. She turned to a nearby table in the living room, finding a bottle of chilled champagne waiting for her… but she frowned and then looked around, frowning.
"What's wrong, babe?" said the Husband, strutting up to his much older wife with a small suitcase in his hand as she scowled.
"…Mr. Strum assured me that everything was prepared." She frowned, "…Yet I don't see the most important part." She snapped as the husband frowned.
"…Snacks?" he asked as she smiled at him warmly and pinched his cheek… the one closer to the ground. "Oh!" he chuckled.
"Not snacks." She said softly… however.
"Well, that depends on your tastes." Said a sultry, sensual voice from a nearby doorframe. Dame Revworth and her husband stared with hungry looks in their eyes at the sexy black woman in the trench coat standing in the doorframe of the bedroom with a smile on her beautiful face and hands on the inside edges of her Gotham brand trench coat. "Hey, Babies." She purred before pulling the coat open and revealing her deliciously naked body. "Compliments of the hotel…" she winked, before turning and shaking her thick black ass, bouncing it off the edges of the doorframe with a smile. "You can call me. VIXEN." She purred before strutting into the room.
"…I no longer have any complaints." Declared Dame Revworth, grabbing her husband by his crotch before dragging him and the suitcase into the spacious bedroom with the massive bed that the beautiful Vixen was already lounging on, running a hand over her thick thigh as Dame Revworth licked her lips again, obviously. "I do like chocolate." She purred.
"Me too, babe." Said her husband, his pants bulging as he stared at the lounge Vixen as she smiled warmly at them. Revworth took the suitcase from his grip before moving over to a lounge chair in the corner.
"So who's first?" Vixen purred, hands caressing her shapely frame. "Mister? Missus? Or shall we get straight to the Ménage à Trois?" she giggled invitingly as the Husband began removing his shirt.
"That reminds me, I should get the champagne." Declared Revworth.
"That mean I get her first, babe?" asked The Husband as Revworth smiled at him fondly.
"Show this pretty little thing what I taught you, Rodeo." She said as he chuckled and turned his attention to Vixen, who was now crawling seductively towards him.
"Oooh… Rodeo? Is it because you're fun to ride?" Vixen teased. Hands on the edge of the bed, and her thick black ass wobbling side to side like a horny bitch as Rodeo began to unbuckle his pants.
"YES." Declared Revworth. "You will call him Rodeo. And you will call me Holli Wood." She said, turning and peeling her dress from her still amazing body as she went to retrieve the champagne.
"Oh yes, Holli Wood…" cooed Vixen, gazing up at Rodeo as he finally undid his pants. "Come on, Baby, let's play-FUCK OOoooh…" a thick, girthy nine-inch COCK shot towards her face as she smiled playfully up at him and, without even missing a beat, started licking. "I LOVE big white dick! Mmn!!" he grabbed her short-haired head in one hand and pushed his already oozing tip firmly to her lips, and piecing into them, pulling her down his length as she easily took him. "Mmnh-mhnn!" eyes rolling and tongue swirling around his pulsating cock as her tongue danced on his skin. "Mmn-hmn…" sensually humming and purring as the naked Holli Wood returned with the bottle.
"Mmn…" Holli Wood easily opened the bottle, watching as Vixen's lips slid up and down Rodeo's girthy cock. She slipped, licking her lip at the taste as she watched Vixen's ass wobble with her movements.
"Mmgh! Mmn!" throwing her head easily up and down, Rodeo's cock. Twisting her head left and right, like the corkscrew Holli Wood used to open the champagne. The older woman smacked her husband Rodeo's ass lightly.
"Harder. Use her throat."
"MMGH!" Vixen moaned happily as Rodeo grabbed her head and buried his cock in her mouth. "Mmn…" she sighed silkily, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes and a playful smile. Her ass wobbled again as Holli Wood smacked her booty. Only making Vixen wiggle it more.
"Suck his cock." Holli Wood purred, smacking Vixen's ass again hard. "SUCK."
"MMGH!" Vixen's head was bouncing up and down again as Holli Wood squeezed Vixen's ass.
"Mmgh!" getting a fistful of the pliable booty meat before pulling away and putting the bottle of champagne down on a bedside table. Vixen's head was bouncing up and down like her ass as Holli Wood strutted to the tiny suitcase, opening it up as Rodeo started throwing his hips towards Vixen's slobbering mouth. "YES." Holli Wood hissed, extracting a two-foot-long, double-ended, long pool noodle-like blue dildo. She dropped onto the armchair, spreading her legs onto the arms as she crammed the Dildo in and out of her pussy. "Mmgh!!" bucking her hips in sync with her husband's thrusts.
"Oh… Oooh yeah."
"Does her mouth feel good, baby?" cooed Holli Wood as Rodeo grinned, holding Vixen's head tightly, throwing his hips into her face as she slurped.
"So Good." He groaned, reaching down Vixen's body to smack her ass, thrusting over and over into her mouth as she cooed, shaking her booty for more as it cracked. "This mouth is as amazing as this ass!" he smacked her ass again.
"Mmgh!" Vixen slurped, her tongue flicking out to tickle his sack. "Mmgh!"
"You cum in that pretty whore's mouth." Holli wood cooed, the dildo swinging in and out of her, plunging deep into her hole. "You know what I want, baby, cum in her mouth pussy." Grabbing Vixen's ass with both hands, Rodeo furiously fucked Vixen's face. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!"
"MMGh! Mmgh! Mmgh!" her lips stretching tightly over his pulsating girth as he resisted the urge to plunge balls deep into her throat.
"UUUGH!!" he pulled his cock to the tip of her lips, his cum spraying into her mouth as Holli Wood stood up with the rubbery dildo flopping from her hole. She grabbed the bottle of champagne so fast she spilled a little on the floor, moving towards Vixen as the beautiful black woman pulled off of Rodeo's cock.
"Mmgh…"
"Don't you swallow." Vixen smiled at the older woman with her lips sealed. "Slosh that jizz around like mouthwash." Vixen, smiling, squeezed Rodeo's thick load between her teeth, her cheeks expanding and contracting as her saliva mixed with it. Holli Wood tilted Vixen's head back, the pretty babe smiled, continuing the cum mouthwash as Rodeo's girth twitched easily back upright. "Ah…" moaned Holli Wood as Vixen opened.
"Ah…" Holli Wood poured Champagne into the gooey mixture as Vixen's tongue soon SWIRLED in her mouth like a blender, grinning and gargling the cum cocktail as Holli Wood licked her lips. "Well, aren't you a good whore?" she praised excitedly before leaning down and sloppily kissing Vixen. "Mgngh!" slurping and sucking cum out of the pretty whore's mouth, not spilling a drop.
"Let me get back in their babe." Grinned Rodeo, pushing his wife gently away from Vixen's open mouth before he slid back in. "Ah!"
"MMgh!" Vixen moaned and immediately started sucking again, head swinging up and down on his shaft. "Mmmn-hmmn…" Holli Wood put the mostly empty champagne bottle down on the bedside table, climbing onto the bed, smacking Vixen's ass as she moved to the end of it with her husband fucking Vixen's face. Before swinging a leg over the back of Vixen's neck and squatting down so her ass pushed Vixen's head down onto Rodeo's cock. "MMGH!!" she moaned as Holli Wood's big fake tits bulged against the small of Vixen's back. Sinking her hand into Vixen's ass, she spread those glorious booty cheeks before shoving her face between them, and tongue into Vixen's hole. "MMgh!"
"Ugh, yeah… oh that's so much better, babe!" Rodeo cooed, thrusting into Vixen's head as Holli Wood bounced her crotch on Vixen's head, pushing her up and down on Rodeo's cock as the sexy black woman twerked her ass cheeks around Holli Wood's ass-eating face.
"Yeah.. ah…" Holli Wood ate ass like it was a role in a movie, nailing it, shoving her fingers into Vixen's pussy, churning them inside her slippery, wet hole. "YEAH… this is a tasty piece of chocolate!" she moaned into Vixen's ass, sliding her tongue back in as she moaned. "MMGh!!"
"How's that ass, Babe? Is it tight?" Rodeo asked excitedly, his cock pulsating in Vixen's mouth as Holli Wood's tongue fucked Vixen's tight ass hole.
"Oh, it's tight. It's good and TIGHT." She pulled out and smacked Vixen's ass hard, sitting on her head and pushing her balls deep on Rodeo's cock.
"Mmgh! Mmn!" Holli Wood stood up and adjusted the dildo, slightly askew from her hole after bouncing on Vixen's head.
"Can I play with it now?" he asked as Vixen pulled off his cock, grinning up at him as it rested on her face.
"Oh yeah, Baby, you can play with this ass…" she giggled, "Ha-ha.." laughing as she ran her tongue along his twitching length. "Mmn…" he sat on the bed next to her as she crawled off.
"Sit on it." Ordered Holli Wood as Rodeo stroked himself, waiting as Vixen strutted in front of him, bending her knees and shaking her ass so it clapped in front of his face. She giggled as she slowly slid Rodeo's girthy cock into her body. "YES…" hissed Holli Wood as his massive meat buried deep into Vixen. "Mmgh…"
"Oooh Baby… Oooh…" Vixen swiveled on his lap, his cock twitching around in her ass as he grabbed her hips. She rolled her hips back and forth, bouncing her booty off him as she grinded on him. "OH YEAH, Baby… Ooooh." She moaned as he hooked his arms under her legs and easily swung them up. "Oh!" she squeaked playfully as he rolled back with her on top of him in a full nelson as he eagerly started thrusting and pumping up into her. "Oh! OH! Oh! OH! YEAH!!" Vixen's breasts bounced and wobbled between his powerful arms as much as her ass cheeks rippled with his thrusts. "OOoh!!"
Holli Wood slammed the dildo in and out of her before shifting between Vixen's legs as Rodeo took her for an ass-ripping ride. The older woman leaned down and started licking Vixen's pussy, running her manicured nails on her thigh as she kept plunging the dildo in and out mercilessly. That's some deep, stretchy old pussy she has.
"Ah! Aah!!" Vixen howled happily in pleasure as Holli licked and slurped her tongue in and out of Vixen's slippery pussy as it gripped down on her. "Mmgh!" Vixen shivered with her rippling ass as she shuddered in orgasm, biting down on her bottom lip before opening wide and screaming in pleasure. "AAAH!!"
She squirted into Holli Wood's mouth as she wrapped her lips around Vixen's pussy, sucking and slurping out any juice she could get from her as Rodeo buried his cock up into Vixen's ass, jerking and gyrating her on his lap. "MMmgggh!!!"
SLURP-POP!!
"Aaah! Ah!!" With a mouth full of Vixen's pussy, Holli Wood pulled away as Rodeo pulled Vixen's off his cock. The older woman spread Vixen's cheeks, puckered up, and kissed her gaping ass, spraying and spitting all the mess that Vixen sprayed into Holli Wood's mouth right up her ass. "OOooh!!" before guiding Rodeo's cock right back in. "MMGH!!" and started the fucking all over again. "Yeah! Yeah! OH YEAH! BABY! YES!!" screaming herself hoarse as Holli Wood stood up. "Yeah! Yeah…" Vixen moaned, "Yeah? You going to fuck me?" She moaned longingly as Holli Wood pushed the other end of the double dildo to Vixen's pussy. "Fuck me. Fuck me…" she begged, she moaned… if Holli had a cock it would've exploded. It was a miracle Rodeo didn't. "OOOH!!"
Vixen writhed between them as they slammed in and out of her together. "Oh! OOOH! UGH!! FUCK!! YES!! Oh fuck me!!!" she squealed happily as they buried themselves into her again and again. Holli Wood's big fake tits pressed down on Vixen's as her tongue flopped from her mouth. "AH… Ah!" the older woman slurped on it, sloppily kissing her as they pounded away at her body.
"It's too good, babe! I'm going to cum!" Rodeo moaned, burying his cock into Vixen HARD. "I can't!"
"Don't you cum in this whore's ass…" Holli Wood snarled, sucking eagerly on Vixen's giggling lips. "You make me some mixed babies."
"Oooh!" She ripped out of Vixen as Rodeo buried his cock in her ass. Vixen shivered in orgasm, clenching down around his pulsating girth before he threw her off with a slurp. "Oh…" she bounced on the bed beside him, grabbing her legs and holding them up as Rodeo rolled over. "Yeah. Cum in this pussy…" she purred, "Give me them white boy babies…" she growled up at him as he slammed into her body. "Oooh!" pinning her down with his bulk. "OH! YEAH… knock me UP…" she moaned, feeling him practically gushing from putting it in as she moaned. "Give me all your babies, baby!" she growled up at him.
"OOoh!" Rodeo moaned, furiously slamming into Vixen as she smirked almost evilly up at him.
"Come on, baby! Yeah… that's it. Fill that pussy up! Nut in there… YEAH…" giving him a big toothy smile as her slippery pussy clamped down, "YEAH. GIVE ME ALL THAT DICK! OOOOH.." he buried his cock into her. "YEAH…" she moaned, writhing under him, feeling his hot cum gushing deep into her body. "Oooh. YEAH… give me all those babies…" wrapping her arms around him to grab his ass, pulling his already balls deep cock as deep as it was going to get. "Give 'em up, Baby… MMGH!!" he rolled his hips on her, balls deep on her body, and roaring. "YEAH…" she giggled, shaking her hips under him as her ass cheeks clenched. "Mmgh…"
Rolling his hips slowly on top of her as Holli Wood lightly spanked his ass. "Fuck her." She ordered suddenly as Rodeo immediately began swinging his hips up and down again, pounding Vixen's body once more.
"Ooh! OOooh! You like that pussy, Baby?! OOOH! That's good pussy!!" she moaned, laughing as he jackhammered her, swinging his hips in and out as she howled. "OOHo! OOH!!"
"Fuck her harder," Holli growled, plunging the dildo in and out again. "Knock her up."
"Oh, knock me up, baby!" Vixen cooed, "OOoh I want those white boy babies! I want 'em! Oooh!!" shaking in orgasm as Rodeo pounded her harder. "Make me your baby mama! OOoh!!" she shivered, clenching down on Rodeo's cock as he planted his girthy meat into her again. "OOohh! Mmgh! Give me all that NUT…" she growled lustfully, as she felt him quivering on top of her, filling her up again as it oozed down between her ass cheeks. "Mmgh-hmmn…" smiling up at him as he bucked his hips with a goofy smile on his face. "Get all them babies out of your balls, baby…" she giggled seductively and rolled her body under him. "Mmn-hmnn…"
Holly then smacked Rodeo's ass again. "FUCK HER."
"Ha-ha-ha!!" Vixen laughed as Rodeo bucked his hips against her, slid his powerful arms under her body, and lifted her from the bed. "OOho! OH… someone wants a baby! Oh! Oh! Oooh!!" cum dripping out of her body as he swung his hips in and out of her. Her big, beautiful black ass bouncing and rippling as Holli squatted behind her and started licking Rodeo's cock as it plunged into her gooey hole. "Oooooh!" then slipped it up Vixen's clapping ass cheeks and stuffed it up into her ass again. "MGH!!" Holli Wood smacked and slapped her bouncing ass cheeks. "Aaah!" Vixen's head rolled back as Rodeo's hips pounded her sopping pussy. "Ah! Ah! Ah!!"
Holli Wood pulled her tongue from Vixen's ass, smacked it, and pushed the dildo into it. Pounding the beautiful Babe with her husband. Vixen howled and moaned, shaking in pleasure as they alternated in and out of her holes. "Ugh! Aah!!"
"Get pregnant!" snarled Holli Wood fiercely, pounding up into Vixen's quivering black ass as Rodeo finished the ride and inside once again. Pushing Vixen against Holli Wood as he dumped in his cum. "That's right. That's your problem slut…" snarled Holli Wood, "Get knocked up like a good whore…"
"Mmn…" Vixen moaned, shaking on Rodeo as he bucked his hips hard. "Oh!"
"FUCK…" Holli Wood suddenly found herself on the bed with Vixen and her husband on top of her. He pulled out of Vixen's gooey hole, gushing semen down the crack of her voluminous ass.
"Mmn!" Vixen giggled, shaking in orgasm as Rodeo's cock rested on her body. "Yeah…" she grabbed it, stroked it, grinning up at him. "You liked that pussy didn't you, baby?" his cock twitched in her hand as he grabbed her waist and pulled her off his older wife. "Mmnh…" he smacked his arm around her and clapped that big beautiful black ass. "Mmn!" Before ripping the dildo out of Holli Wood's pussy. The older woman moaned as he grabbed her right leg with his free hand; the other was busy squeezing Vixen's ass. He pushed his cock up into Holli Wood's ass.
"OH! YES! Ah!!" thrusting his hips with that same goofy grin on his face, piercing deep into her tight old ass as he then took Vixen's hand and STUFFED it into Holli Wood's loosened pussy! "YES!!" she squealed happily as Vixen laughed.
"Oh, you all freaky!" she giggled before letting her fist move with the flow, pumping in and out of Holli Wood as Rodeo kept riding. The old starlet soon screamed her orgasm, feeling Vixen's fist stretching her pussy as Rodeo kept jackhammering her ass. "That's it, baby. OH!" Vixen laughed before letting her hand clench lightly around Rodeo's cock through the inside of the older woman's pussy.
"NNGH!!" she kicked and thrashed, shaking in orgasm as Vixen cheered, sprayed with older lady squirt and still laughing as Rodeo ripped out of his wife's ass, shooting his load across her body. At least the first few ropes, grabbing Vixen's head and pushing it down to rest her cheek on Holli Wood's sticky body, sending the rest of it on her beautiful face as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and received her reward for a good job. Once his balls were finally empty and holes were liberally soaked and coated in dick cream. Rodeo flopped onto the bed contentedly, his ass hanging off the end as Vixen licked her tongue on Holli Wood's surprisingly toned stomach. The older woman twitched and moaned… her brain having left her body as Vixen pulled her fist from the older woman's pussy as casually as can be…
She hummed and strutted her gorgeous body across the room, her big, beautiful, iconic black ass jumping side to side with each step as she walked into the bathroom. The hiss of water, the steam of the heat, and the humming of her beautiful voice echoed out for about 10 minutes… then she walked naked back out of the bathroom.
She said nothing, knelt down, picked up her coat, and tossed it on. Tying it tightly before stepping out of the bedroom with a smile still on her face. She made her way to the front door of the room, slipped on a pair of high heels she had left there, and without another word or with any hint of depravity and sexual vigor that just occurred… she walked out. But before the door shut, she burst back in.
"Shit! Shit…" she laughed, "Almost forgot!" She skipped back to the living room and knelt behind the couch, grabbing an odd little device that Orders had Darcy give her. She smiled at it. Blew a kiss, and winked, before stuffing it into her coat and going back to the cool, sexy, and casual walk out the door like a fuckable bad ass with the Best Ass in Gotham.
Time: 5: 09 AM. Place: The Haverstorm (Hotel Manager's office)
Mr. Strum wasn't normally a nervous man… but he sat in his office, nursing an Irish coffee minus the coffee. Lying on his couch, which has seen many a sleepless night, often with the same nervousness and Irish Whiskey. He was too tired to be nervous to sleep even if he wanted to… It's been hours. Literal Hours since the Revworths arrived, and there was no word from the profession he was supposed to pay an ABSURD amount of money to…
Considering the Haverstorm was already in a bit of a bind, paying such a sum was already a tough sell… however, as he mourned the loss of his 60-year career. The door to his office rattled, and he jumped, sitting upright and clutching the bottle of whiskey as the beautiful black woman let herself in.
"Hey, Baby…" she said with a wink, walking in and shutting the door behind her.
"Is it done? Where were they satisfied?" he said, combing his salty hair with a hand and cradling the nearly empty bottle like his child… before throwing it away onto the couch as Vixen smiled.
"Oh yeah, Baby. They were satisfied. "She said with a sensual wink. He breathed a sigh of relief. "They're sleeping the rest of it off, and some of that champagne." She said, licking her lips at the taste… sure, she had a little, but it was mostly dick cream.
Mr. Strum looked like he had an enormous weight lifted off his shoulders… a weight possibly comparable to Vixen's ass sitting on his face… but less enjoyable. He breathed a heavy sigh, grabbed his bottle, and prepared himself an Irish Coffee, this time with coffee. "Coffee?" he offered, preparing a cup at his personal machine.
"Oh, please, Baby." She said with a yawn, "Just a little."
He handed her a small cup, and she casually sucked it down. She usually took it with cream, but… she's had plenty of that tonight. "…I hate to be that sort of girl, Baby…" she said, finishing her coffee. "…But I need to be PAID." She said with a playful smile and an equally playful twinkle in her eye.
Mr. Strum had hoped to put it off a LITTLE longer, but there was no avoiding it. He knew. He walked around his desk and grabbed the small attaché case. Handing it to Vixen, who opened it and glanced inside, smiling at the contents. Before closing it back up. "…No offense… but I sincerely hope you were worth it." He said as she just smiled, and winked…
"Trust me, Baby." She purred, "I'm worth every cent." She turned around, "…And when they call you to get me to come back? You just call my boss's number, and you ask for TASHA." She smiled, "I will happily take care of all your problems, baby…" and with a sexy step, her big ass swayed behind her as Mr. Strum watched clearly the Best Ass in Gotham strut out the door to his office…
He poured the last bits of Whiskey into his coffee, looking at the empty bottle before taking a long sip of it… leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling… he sincerely hoped that the Revworths put in a good word for the hotel…
His phone suddenly buzzed, and he frowned, staring at it. He rubbed his eyes, then picked it up. "Yes, Ms. Crabworth? Crabshaw." He quickly corrected himself. BOY was he drunk and tired.
"Mr. Strum." She said, sounding a little excited. "… Mrs. Revworths would like you to… um. Send the 'Hotel Compliments' back to their room at the first opportunity?" she said, not entirely understanding the words out of her mouth. "…I'm not entirely sure what they're asking for-"
"Are they still on the phone?"
"Yes, sir." She replied.
"Put them through to me." He said, and after a moment. "… Mrs. Revworth?"
"Mr. Strum. That woman you generously provided. Do send her back." Mr. Strum hesitated before clearing his throat.
"…Madam. I would be happy to, but she is… fairly expensi-"
"Mr. Strum. I can. QUITE EASILY. Rent this entire hotel for a year." She declared, and… he was a little turned on right now. "Money is no object."
"…I will see what I can do, Madam."
"See that you do." She said, hanging up as he put the phone down… and a smile slowly stretched on his face.
…But he was going to need another bottle. The GOOD STUFF. Only the finest at Haverstorm…
Whether it's Booze, or ass… the Best Ass in Gotham.
End