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Blue Lantern rolled over in her soft, comfy bed as her magnificent body stretched under the sheets, completely naked, her long, split-tip tongue hung from her mouth, and she drooled a surprisingly sweet-smelling liquid onto her pillows. It wasn't a STRONG smell, but it was still very enticing… "Mmn…" her tongue snapped into her mouth as she smacked her lips and rolled over again as her huge breasts wobbled freely on her chest.
So deep into her slumber, she didn't notice the door to her room opening… and the woman who entered wasn't even trying to be quiet. It swung open, and the winged woman entered, her white feathers fluttering as she flexed them behind her. "No, she is very much still asleep." She said into the phone she held to her ear. "…Why are you asking me that? " You're bloody clairvoyant." She paused, staring at the naked, sleeping Blue Lantern, the blackout curtains drawn so the room was a comfortable dark as pitch. Which was silly, because this was Gotham…
You don't need blackout curtains in Gotham.
With a hiss, they swung open, letting the light in. If not for the fact that they were on the second floor, the neighbors might have gotten quite an enticing sight of Blue Lantern's very impressive bare chest. Of course, considering the house was STUFFED with attractive Superbabes, they already got quite a show. That tends to happen when, as of right now, SEVEN beautiful girls live in one spot…
Wait… Xue, Freya, Helen, Ginga, Arwa, Demona and Blue. Yeah. Seven…
Speaking of Demona, Demona was speaking.
"Oh, I imagine it might have something to do with the fact that she consumed an absurd amount of liquor," Demona noted, her slightly upturned nose twitching sourly as she viewed the naked form of the Albino Sluutavan who felt very HIGHLY of herself and treated her roommates as little more than peasants to serve her whims like some uppity noble of yore.
And that was DEMONA's job… metaphorically speaking.
"Chugged it down like water." She noted, "Didn't seem to affect her." She raised her foot and stepped on Blue Lantern's large right tit, poking it absently, and the hedonistic Sluutavan didn't stir all that much. She might possibly sleep through a Gotham-level disaster if given the opportunity. "Nope. Nothing… Oh, she is very much alive." She said, putting her foot down, "Her breath is a key sign of that… I can smell it from here." She noted as Blue Lantern's mouth hung open and she sighed, her tongue lolling out and coiling onto her big tits as Demona tilted her head curiously, studying the THING before her.
…She could pick any demon from ANY circle, and they would knife fight over this creature before her, and that almost made her smile, because once they finished that brutal combat, they would be severely disappointed in their prize.
Her train of thought was briefly derailed as she considered potentially informing those she hated the most when her attention was brought back to the material world by a VERY material girl. "Hmmn? Sorry?" She paused, "…Certainly." With a smile on her face, she then reached down, grabbed the edge of the mattress, and flipped it over with surprising ease as Blue Lantern crashed under the thing onto the shag carpet floor.
So at least her landing was somewhat cushioned.
"SNARGLE FRAGGING CLORBAG VARBLENELK!" Her muffled cries of irritation echoed from under her mattress as Demona smirked.
"I don't know what you just said, but I assume it's insulting." She said dismissively before addressing the phone. "Yes, she's up." She then glanced at the mattress, flipping back onto the bedframe and Blue Lantern's furious red eyes narrowing viciously at her.
"I'm going to rip those feathers off and use them as a duster!" Demona, however, seemed to brush it off.
"Mmn-hmmn. Get in line." She declared before wiggling the phone in her hand and throwing it onto the recently 'reset' bed. "Phone for you." She said as Blue Lantern's eyebrow twitched.
"You couldn't have woken me up more gently?!" she sneered, her head ringing from her hangover as she snapped her hand onto the phone.
"I literally stepped on you, and you didn't notice. This was more efficient." Demona replied as Blue Lantern growled, "Hurry up now. Don't keep her waiting." Blue Lantern clawed the phone towards her face, brushing her bed hair out of her face before pulling the phone to her ear.
Time: 2:38 PM. Place: Gotham Suburbs (Superbabes House)
"WHAT?"
"I have a job for you."
"And this couldn't WAIT?"
"You seem to be confused as to what planet you're on. Here. Most are up at nearly 3:00 in the afternoon."
"You-"
"Regardless of your hedonism and naturally to take advantage of it. Once again. I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU. So sober up, take a shower, and get here at 6:30. Or be prepared to have Demona wake you EVERY DAY in a similar manner until I stop finding it hilarious.
"SNARGLE-"
Wait for it.
"-FRAG!" she irately hurled the phone at Demona, whose hand snatched it out of the air mid-flight before holding it to her ear casually, and headed out of the room as Blue Lantern ranted in a literal alien language.
"Yes, she is quite colorful for a woman with albinism." She said, stepping out of the room as Blue Lantern shrieked in impotent rage.
Much later, around 6:30
Orders casually put her things down in her office, ignoring the infuriated, red-eyed stare of Blue Lantern standing in front of her counter. "Good you're here." Orders said dismissively as Blue Lantern slammed her hands on the counter, leaning over so her impressive, shockingly white cleavage jiggled in front of the unconcerned and unaffected, purple-eyed boss.
"What is SO important that you needed me to wake up at 3 in the afternoon?!" she snarled as Orders activated the website, turning her attention back to Blue Lantern.
"Are you so addled-minded that you don't remember? I have a job for you."
"You-!" Blue Lantern's humanlike nose flared irately before adding. "…What is the JOB you Clorbag!"
"That's the spirit." Orders noted dryly, before holding up a receipt that she had written without Blue Lantern noticing, she snatched it from her hand. "It was originally for Jessica. But she had to cancel: family emergency in Metropolis."
"And I was an appropriate substitute?!" Blue Lantern snapped angrily as Orders shrugged.
"Think of it as an opportunity to improve." She said as food slid across the counter in front of Blue Lantern.
"But THREE HOURS ahead of time?!" Blue Lantern snarled as Orders' eyes narrowed.
"I needed you to get over your hangover ahead of time." She said, "Your poor performance reflects on everyone after all.
"SNARGLE FRAG…" she growled as Orders tilted her head toward the back door.
"See you in an hour." Orders said casually, before picking up the phone. "Superbabes, we deliver."
Blue Lantern stomped towards her vehicle, her breezy clothes wafting in the Gotham breeze. She slammed the driver's side door shut as she checked the address, mumbling colorful curses under her breath, before driving off into Gotham… then north of it. Until the stone and steel towers of the city became a surprisingly lush but still vaguely gloomy forest. She arrived at some campground, from the look of it. With cabins and a nearby lake that looked relatively clean enough.
She wasn't entirely aware of what it was, but it appeared to be some sort of summer camp. Of course, it was the off-season, so it was closed, so there weren't any children here… at least physically. She pulled up to what appeared to be the front gate, which was wide open.
Camp Python sounds ominous. Still, she drove into the camp and parked in what appeared to be a parking lot since it had a small collection of trucks parked on the paved ground. She stepped out of the car, looking around the grounds at the wooden cabins, some smaller than the others, but one was a large longhouse, and it was lit with power. She frowned, grabbed the food from the seat, and strutted huffily towards the longhouse cabin.
She walked up the steps to the porch as she heard semi-drunken singing.
"Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay! I sleep all night, and I work all day!" they cheered jovially as she sniffed.
Cursing under her breath before raising a fist to knock loudly. "Superbabes."
Time: 7:07 PM. Place: North of Gotham (Camp Python)
"Special Delivery Service." She said, and the drunken singing stopped suddenly, and after a second, the door swung open.
"Oh yeah! The Stripper's here!"
She blinked, then tilted her head upward at the huge man before her in jeans and flannel. There was a sweet stench in the air, similar to her drool this morning. Her face contorted in a slight scowl at the sheer size of the man, and the roars of the rest of the men inside almost blasted her back. But his heavy, calloused hands grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. They hooted and cheered as the stench of booze also entered her nostrils.
There were six men in the room, including the one who dragged her in. He was the tallest, but all of them were big, burly, bearded, and wearing flannel. There was only one man in the room who wasn't bearded, and it was the man sitting in an armchair like a throne, which was appropriate because he was wearing a paper crown that said 'Getting Married'.
"John, why did you get me a female stripper?" he asked with a surprisingly posh and bored accent as John, the big one, grinned.
"Well, she's not for you, Graham; she's for us." He declared before smacking Blue Lantern's thick backside in her skimpy belly dancer chic clothes.
"MGH!?" She frowned at him as two of them suddenly rushed off to the corner of the room and grabbed a large… plastic tub: a kiddie pool. Throwing it into the center of the room as she frowned. "And just what am I supposed to do in that?"
"Dance!" they cheered happily as she frowned, and scoffed as they hooted excitedly. She shoved the bag of food into John's chest before strutting forward towards the plastic tub. She narrowed her eyes and scoffed at them. She kicked off her heels behind her before stepping into the tub, looking at the bored man in the chair before sensually shaking her hips. She had the costume for it, whether she realized it or not.
The curtain skirt wobbled as her hips jerked side to side, her breasts wobbling in her strap top as she tugged away the scarf around her neck, tossing it dismissively at the man in the chair. It smacked across his face, but he seemed unmoved as his friends cheered. Blue Lantern, however, maintained the scowl on her face. Shaking her bombax for a bunch of primitive earth males seemed easy enough, stripping off her garments as she danced. Seemed like something any NUMBER of other Superbabes could do… She was correct, of course. She might look like a belly dancer, but Blue Lantern's previous Job as a Starmodel had her strut around and look pretty, not dance around and take the clothes off… as lucrative as that might have been.
So it seemed rather pointless for HER to be here when sending Tasha, or Brielle would've been just as profitable, and clearly these bearded gorillas didn't care which attractive female took her clothes off while she danced as long as she was naked at the end of it. Speaking of getting naked…
Her hands slid down her hips as they writhed like a snake, seductively gyrating as she hooked her hands into the waistline of her skimpy skirt. With a flick of her fingers, it flew away from her waistline and drifted to the floor like a descending space shuttle as her side-tie bikini was fully displayed and her bombax revealed itself fully. Her hips swirled around and around as she did a full turn, glancing at all the Clorbags in the room before bending over and shaking her bombax for the groom, who seemed unaffected and bored at her display.
…That was rather insulting. She stood up straight, reaching for the blue lantern clip of her top and flicking it open as it snapped free of her body, exposing her big breasts. She ran her hands through her snowy white hair, tossing it and turning back around. Grabbing at them, she pushed them together, continuing to dance as the other men around her began to encircle her.
Ah, they must be getting to the actual reason she was here. About time, shaking her bombax for them was somehow more demeaning. Graham the Groom seemed unconcerned, his… groomsmen? Friends, however, seemed ready to go as he chugged down a truly impressive amount of beer from a pitcher. Blue Lantern ran her hands over the sides of her breasts, pushing them together. Her hands flicked over her nipples before her arms crossed under them, squeezing them tightly together before her mouth opened and her tongue lolled from her mouth, the split tip wiggled at them.
"Well, that's hot." Said one of them, as they seemed to agree.
"I think I need to chop a tree down if you know what I mean." Said another as Blue Lantern's tongue flicked into her mouth. "I'm getting some serious wood."
"But of lumberjack humor for you." Said a third as they laughed.
And yes, most of this went COMPLETELY over her head… and not just because she was on her knees in a plastic tub surrounded by nearly a half dozen burly men in flannel. But because she wasn't from Earth and had no idea what a lumberjack was.
"Will you, Clorbags, get it over with?" She said in irritation at their seemingly drunken ramblings.
"Yes. Get on with it." Mumbled Graham, seemingly admiring the scarf as he added more to himself than anything. "…Is this Coco Klein?" he seemed far more intrigued with the scarf than the naked Sluutavan in a plastic pool fondling her big breasts.
"Squad!" shouted John suddenly, "Camp it. UP!" She blinked up at them expectantly as she tiredly opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and moaned lazily.
"Alright, who is first?" However, she was immediately met with warm liquid… but it wasn't semen. "What-?" She opened her eyes as a dark amber colored liquid, sticky and sweet, sprayed onto her face, her tongue, her breasts… "What the frag?!" They were squeezing a sticky sort of… syrup on her! "What is this?!" she declared indignantly as the syrupy substance splattered on her face, her breasts, her stomach and thighs…
Sure, it tasted delicious, but what the snargle fragging BOMBAX are they doing!?
"WHAT?" she said as they emptied bottles of the sticky substance onto her, as she glared up at them, chuckling as if they just unleashed some sort of long setup prank on her. "Even IS this!?"
"Maple Syrup." Said one of them.
"The real stuff, straight from Canada." Said another as she gaped up at them and was starting to stand up, covered in syrup, only to lose her foot and drop back into the tub, on her knees, she caught herself from falling all the way over into the tub.
"Alright, stop that; it's silly." Graham declared boredly, also wearing her blue scarf. "Get on with it!"
Blue Lantern growled under her breath, raising her head as her legs wiggled in the slippery syrup. "You have got to be- " Suddenly, she was in the shade… as five throbbing rods of human cock were suddenly obstructing her view. "…FRAG ME."
When did they remove their pants? WHY ARE THEY SO BIG?! These are questions her mind asked as her Sluutavan instincts overrode her mind, and the sweaty stench of cock and the sweet smell of the syrup started taking over. Her brain had briefly and accurately deduced that humans were weird…
…But they did know how to fuck.
A hand rested on her head, tilting it back as a cock smacked directly onto her sticky face, "Ah-MMMngh!" she moaned as it swished across her face, scooping up some syrup before sliding into her mouth. "MMn! mMgh!" he thrusted in and out of her throat as it scrapped out saliva, her writhing tongue licking up the syrup from his shaft. "Mmn!" his hand gripped her head, which was one of the only parts of her not covered in sticky syrup, pulling her up and down his cock as he groaned happily. "GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!!"
"Oooh, she knows how to use that tongue, that's for sure!" he said, pushing in and out of her mouth easily enough as her stick hands curled in the tub, the syrup sloshing between her fingers.
"Don't pop too quickly Micheal we have a whole hour with her!" said John as Eric seemed to take that as an invitation to pound her throat like a blacksmith's hammer… or, more accurately, an ax chopping a tree.
"GUCK! GUCK!!" his cock slammed into her throat, her eyes widening and shrinking with each stroke like he was pushing a 'fuck it harder' button. "MMGH!!" Micheal kept throwing his weight around, sliding into her throat as she squeaked and moaned. Sloppily sucking on his shaft as her tongue flicked out to tickle his balls with her split tip.
"OH!" he grabbed her head with both hands, swinging his hips into her face again and again, his cock pulsating on her tongue as she moaned, red eyes rolling as she started to taste his pre-cum over the syrup. He buried her face into his crotch as her eyes widened and she felt him blowing his load directly into her stomach as she moaned loudly.
"MMGH!!"Herr red eyes rolled as he bucked his hips.
"Ooh-ho…" he sighed, slowly pulling his cock from her blue lips, they stretched on his meat before he slipped out with a wet pop. She gasped, tongue lolling over her chin as her tongue tip twitched. She panted with cum breath and coughed as she was suddenly pushed into the tub from behind.
"Ah!" another lumberjack-off raised her sticky bombax into the air as her chin rested on the edge of the tub, "AGH! FRAG!!" she squealed as he took his meaty rod and pushed it up her bombax. "AGH! AARGH!!" she gasped, tongue lolling out again as he rocked into her from behind. "Snargle! FRAG!!" she gasped, shaking erotically as her sticky bombax rippled with his thrusts, pounding into her ass hard as he grabbed her waist. "Ugh! Aah! Ah!!"
"Always an asshole, Eric." John laughed as Eric grinned blissfully, rapidly speeding up in her bombax.
"It's such an asshole…" he declared, burying his cock into Blue Lantern's bombax and smacking the sticky white cheeks.
"AH! Clorbag!" she hissed, but he just grabbed her hair and tugged. "Uugh!" she moaned, shaking in orgasm as he rode her hard and fast, plowing into her bombax as she squealed rather shamelessly, tongue flicking the air as she moaned. "Haaah…" her Sluutavan hedonist body reacted to the relentless pounding, driving her into the tub as she rapidly rose to an orgasm. "Mmgh! Aah! Ahh!!" Her back arched, her breasts wobbling between her arms as she cried out in orgasm. "Agggh!"
Eric drove his cock into her ass, groaning as it pulsated in her spasming hole, gripping tightly to his cock as he hissed. "Oh, GOD… MMGH!!" he held tightly to her, tugging her hair as he slowly sighed. "Haah… haaaah." He pulled his cock from her bombax as her sticky flesh quivered in response as he laughed.
"Well, she chopped down my lumber who's next?" he declared as she was grabbed by four firm hands and pulled to her feet in the sticky tub.
"Ah…" Two more of the burly lumberjacks pinned her between them. "Oh frag-gaaagh!!" she howled as their massive logs pushed into her. "AAH! GHAA!!" she shivered, shaking as they pounded away at her body, toes curling in the syrup as they relentlessly pounded her. Driving in and out of both her supple Sluutavan holes as she squealed, her big breasts bouncing up and down. "Ah! Ah! Ahh!!" her head rolling back onto the shoulder of the one furiously fragging her bombax. "AAGH!"
"Leave it to the Terrys to double-stuff her," Michael said as they rolled in and out of her now, rather than slamming into her together. Her legs danced helplessly as she was held in the air by thrusting cocks alone as she squealed ingloriously.
"AGGH! Aaah!!" shaking in violent orgasm as her toes curled and her body flexed and tensed. "SNARGLE FRAG!!" she howled in orgasm. They lashed their arms around her, grabbing tightly to her Sluutavan flesh as she gasped. "W-wait! OOOOH ARGH!!!" she howled, as they somehow pounded her HARDER, going faster and faster, grinding wildly inside her as her body jerked about, spasming and almost comically twitching as they drove her to orgasm on their pulsating, thrusting members. "GREAT FRAGGING JIZZO!!" she screamed, "ARRGH!!"
"I'm cumming!" the one pounding her pussy pushed deep into her, feeling his ramming his girthy cock against her Sluutavan womb before unleashing a hot load inside her.
"Aagh!!" Blue Lantern twitched in the air, shaking as her thirsty Sluutavan womb. He pulled out of her abruptly, his seed oozing down her thigh as she twitched in the air. Other Terry still pounding her ass, gripping her hips tightly for a moment, before hooking under her legs and folding her in half. "Ah!" she squealed as he put her in a full-nelson, hands hooking behind her head as her teeth clenched, "NGH! Ah! Ah! AGGH!!" gasping as her big white breasts rapidly slapped together, sticking to each other as her toes curled in the air, "SNAR! GLE! FRAG!!!" she howled, a truly Sluuty look on her face as her tongue bounced around, licking up syrup and sweat from her skin as she squealed.
"OOOH YEAH!!" Other Terry howled, "Gonna! CUM!!" jerking her body up and down, easily handling her as if she weighed nothing and was just a hole to fill with cock. "ARGGH!!" he buried it into her ass as she clenched her teeth, eyes twitching as they rolled up into her hea. Her stomach quivered as warm human seed sprayed into her stomach.
"OOOOH!!" Blue Lantern's Sluuty face contorted erotically, shivering as she moaned dazedily, her sticky hands clawed his body. As he finished filling her bombax, hauling her off his cock as it flopped out of her hole. "Haah… haah…" he slowly unhooked his hands from her head as her legs flopped over back into the syrup.
She dropped into the tub, and to her knees, shaking erotically as her tongue licked her face. That was four of five Lumberjacks, and she was doing okay. She was just going to finish this night and sleep all day. "Ha!?" she gasped as she was pushed over onto her back, her legs swinging up to hook on the outside of the tub as John took his turn stepping over the edge of the tub, he grabbed her ankles before slamming his cock into her pussy. "OH! SNARGLE! FRAG!" cramming her full of human cock, bouncing off her body as the syrup squelched under her bombax. "UGH! UGH! UGH!!" Her insides clenched instinctively around his cock as he pounded her into the syrup like he was trying to breed her.
"HAH! HAH! HAH! AHHH!!" her voice reaching higher octaves with each rapid thrust. "EEEEEHAAAH!!" howling in pleasure as John roughly pounded away at her tightening SLuutavan pussy. "GREAT JIZZO!!" howling in orgasm as he gritted his teeth.
"Cum slut!" he declared- whether he was ordering her to climax or just calling her one, it was hard to tell, but it didn't really matter; both were true. "Take this cock!"
"HAAAAAH!!" eyes wide and howling as her body seemed to glue to the tub by the syrup as he wrestled her in it. "NNGH!!" she flexed, tightening and shivering in climax as John roared and buried himself balls deep in her sticky hole. "HAAH-AH…" gasping and shivering, tongue lolling from her mouth and dripping into the syrup-filled tub as her split tips wriggled happily as she spasmed.
John furiously pounded away at her, relentlessly fucking her into the syrup as he clenched his teeth, his back arching as he threw himself at her. "UGH! UGH!!! FUCK!" burying his cock into her body as she felt his balls spasming, shooting a thick load deep into her as he sighed, laughing to himself as Blue Lantern twitched erotically in the tub, her toes curling as her legs stayed up behind her ears.
"And that right there is why I've had more women than any of you." He declared, Blue Lantern moaned as her holes continued to spasm. But Graham noted tiredly.
"It's also why you've been divorced four times." He said as they all laughed. Blue Lantern's legs finally untensed and flopped over, draped over the edge of the plastic pool and moaning as Eric poured more Syrup on her body, spraying it between her chest, before sliding his cock between them, loudly whapping away at her chest as his cock poked at her chin, however if she expected this to go on for awhile she was severely disappointed as he rapidly drained his balls with her breasts, shooting it across her face as she gasped, it dribbled on her long tongue as the ropes sprayed across her face. Eric sighed contentedly as he stood up, shaking his cock on her face before sliding the syrupy-covered shaft into her mouth.
"Mmgh… nmmgh…" she moaned, tongue coiling absently around his cock as the other men seemed to be focusing on jerking off, except for John,n who was absently wiping himself off with a wet towel. "Ah!" a shower of semen soon joined Eric's as they hosed her down with their thick loads, sighing and laughing as they emptied the rest of the syrup bottles on her.
She moaned, sticky and slimy, she sat up in the pool of Syrup as Terry, one of the Terrys, finished draining himself on her face as she looked around at them. Before settling on a still bored-looking Graham. She rested her hands on her sticky breasts, pushing them together as her long tongue flicked out of her mouth and tickled the gooey, sweet mess on her body. "…Ready for your turn?" she said nastily, her tongue flicking over her lips in anticipation.
"Oh. No dear. Not remotely." He said as she frowned.
"Excuse you?" Sure, she was covered in a messy concoction, but she was STILL irresistible!
"Oh, Graham's gay." Said John casually as she frowned at him.
"You were basically just for us." Said the other Terry. She didn't care which.
"His stripper isn't until later." Said Micheal as Blue Lantern scowled at all of them.
"You still got me a stripper?" Graham replied as John clapped his shoulder, not bothering to put on pants.
"Of course! This is Gotham, dear boy!" he replied as Blue Lantern stood up, slipping and sliding in the tub before almost falling over but managing to stop herself by grabbing Eric's cock.
"NGH!" he groaned as she ignored him, stepping out of the tub. "Look on the bright side. LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE." He hissed, groaning as Blue Lantern glowered at them.
"Alright then, your clorbags. Shower. NOW." She declared, gesturing irately to her dripping body as John pointed.
"Right-o. Over there." She then began walking towards the door he pointed to, walking rather silly until she rested her hands on the wall to stop herself from falling over. She made it to the door just as the front door of the longhouse was knocked loudly. "Oh, that must be for Graham!" he cheered as the others quickly pulled their pants on.
Blue Lantern, however, ignored them as they cheered at the new stripper. "HUMANS." She declared spitefully before pushing past the doors and soon finding a collection of showers. No longer getting fucked like a proper Sluutavan whore, her mind was rapidly reverting to her usual haughty self. She picked the first shower stall she could, before turning the water on and ignoring the chill of cold water as she rapidly scrubbed herself. "Ugh! What is this stuff?! It's stickier than Grotas Tree Sap!"
Which is a particularly sticky tree on Sluutava that is usually used as a cheap adhesive. Similar to superglue.
"UGH!" scrubbing herself under the water, she finally felt 'clean'. "Haah!" shaking the water out of her eyes. "Honestly. Humans.." she said again, before turning the water off and getting out of the shower before returning to the main room.
A 'boombox' released ass-shaking beats as a ridiculously muscular black man, completely hairless, and wearing only a leopard print speedo that seemed to be containing a massive phallus danced provocatively in front of Graham who, clearly, was enjoying himself now as the other lumberjacks cheered 'Sam! Son! Sam! Son! Sam! Son!" clearly the stripper's name.
"Hot damn." He said, absently still gyrating flexibly for a man his size, as he spotted Blue Lantern, who approached, admired his physique politely, before yanking her scarf from Graham and putting it on. She said nothing, getting her clothes and putting them on piece by piece before eyeing John.
"Payment." She said as John politely handed her the cash.
"Pleasure." He said politely, as she scoffed and with a last glance at the dancing stripper, she stepped out without another word, stuffing her cleavage with the money as she went back to her vehicle.
…Perhaps there were some merits to Human culture. They at least consider 'stripper' as a multi-gender profession.
Time: 8:44 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Orders casually wrote down another receipt, handing it to Mel as she picked it up and walked towards the back door just as Blue Lantern returned, almost sponging their breasts together if not for Mel's quick reflexes, and twirled out of the way.
"Whoops! Didn't see you there, Elinor." She said, then paused, sniffing the air. "…Why do you smell like maple syrup?" she asked as Elinor glowered at her, reached into her chest and pulled out her cash, sniffing it indignantly.
"…Snargle Frag. I thought I got it all."
"Well, you smell nice," Mel replied before heading out as Elinor scowled again, still smelling herself and trying to locate the source before deciding to irately slap the money on the counter, glaring at Orders and almost hissing her tongue at her.
"HERE." She said as Orders nodded.
"So you are." She said as Elinor crossed her arms under her chest.
"Why did I have to be the one to be covered in… maple syrup?" she said angrily as Orders' purple eyes flicked up at her.
"…Not the first time you've been covered in sticky fluids. Won't be the last." She added, separating Elinor's cut.
"But why ME?"
"Because Jessica was busy. It was originally for her." Orders then flicked her eyes at the haughty Sluutavan. "…And I found it hilarious."
"HMPH!" Elinor scoffed before turning and heading into the locker rooms for another, more thorough shower. "Yes, yes, HILARIOUS. So ENTERTAINING!" she snapped, "Quite the circus!" Orders raised an eyebrow as Elinor stomped away and shrugged.
"…Not for everyone then." She said, going back to work. "You should get used to it regardless…" she added, with a slight smirk.
End
...Gotham is weird.
Anyway, next up is Platinum.