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"Hello boys, are we all having a good night tonight?" cheered Flash seductively as she strutted towards the table full of rowdy guys, an eager girl, and the groom having a bachelor party at Superbabes.
Future Wife doesn't want you to have a Stripper? Order Superbabes, next best thing. Especially GOTHAM's Superbabes. Flash did her rounds along with Stargirl and Wonder Woman, before giving her ass a subtle twerk, and bounced into the lounge, stretching casually as she deposited her tips on the counter.
Wonder Woman entered, depositing her own tips as Flash strutted towards the couch and dropped her thick PAWG ass onto the couch as Stargirl jiggled in after Wonder Woman. "Merde." She sighed, "…How are they more handsy than an actual EVG?" the sexy French girl asked as Wonder Woman and Flash both eyed her.
"A what?" Flash asked curiously.
"Enterrement de vie de garçon," Stargirl replied, before adding in English. "Bachelor party."
"Oooh." Said Flash as Wonder Woman chuckled.
"Makes sense with context." She said, brushing her fingers through her dark hair. "They probably think they can get away with it more here than at the clubs."
"They technically can…" Flash said sultrily.
"Not if they don't pay enough." Declared the purple-eyed boss, making an entrance from the back with big, sexy wall of muscle Giganta, right behind her. She parked her things behind the counter, organized tips, and once the sexy wall of muscle snapped on her pink dress' strap, the purple-eyed boss flicked her gaze up at the southern belle. "Keep them humble."
"Sure thing, sugar." She replied sultrily before heading out onto the floor to 'mitigate' the rowdiness. Orders glanced up and looked over at Flash, who smiled prettily at her.
"…Didn't your shift end an hour ago?"
"Yes, but Lori was late." Said Flash, pushing off the couch. "So I figured I'd cover until she got here." Orders scowled at her.
"…Now I have to pay you overtime." She said a little spitefully, but the girls just smiled. Spiteful or not, it could obviously be said that Orders had professional morals. Her purple eyes, however, flashed, and she glanced at the phone. "Perfect."
Time: 6:23 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Click
"Superbabes. We deliver."
"I'd like to order… Chili Cheese Flash Fries."
"One order of flash fries. Anything else?"
"Delivered by flash. Please."
"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 the receipt, before tearing it off and holding it out for Flash. "Now I don't have to pay you overtime."
"…I don't think that's how overtime works, Orders." Wonder Woman replied teasingly, but Orders shrugged.
"It does when that's what I put on the books… or more accurately what Veronica puts in my books." Flash took the receipt from Orders' hand, looking it over as the food slid across the counter. "So I'm counting this as overtime."
"Does it really count as overtime?" she asked.
"Hijo de puta!" Lori rushed in the back door, bouncing towards the room. "Sorry I'm late, boss."
"Yes, it does." Orders said as Flash rolled her pretty green eyes before strutting out the back. There was no point in arguing with Orders about it; to be fair, she was in fact about to get paid overtime. She strutted across the parking lot in her bright red boots before getting into the company car, molding the seat to her sexy pawg booty and slowly pulling it into traffic and heading northward. To Upper East.
Not quite the heights, not exactly the suburbs, and not exactly right… But a decent enough location if you wanted to be just rich enough to rub your wealth in somebody's face… literally sometimes. Of course there were also plenty of rentals for the rich person on the go, and by 'GO' we were talking about showing off for a little while before realizing you're still living in Gotham so it's more lucrative to move quickly and rent it out. She heard about a rapper, whose music she's danced to, renting out his former home because somebody left a load of dog shit on his welcome mat… which was easily the NICEST way to tell someone to move in Gotham.
She didn't pull up to that house. If Lori, the woman who claimed to leave that 'Dogshit' herself, was to be believed, that was more on the southern end of Upper East. She did, however, still arrive at a rental; you could tell by how well maintained it was. Nice enough place, well cared for lawn, good paint job, great view of the ocean, no signs of life outside that say the one inside owns it: It screams Rental.
Flash parked in front of the house right on the curb, before slipping out of the car and stretching her magnificent body as her yellow shorts and red shirt clung tightly to her body like she was soaked with sweat. But she walked around the car, down the well-cared-for path, and reached the front door of the nice, modernly designed house. With the superbabes strutting, wiggling, and jiggling the PAWG booty and her blonde braid brushing it as she raised her fist and knocked loudly on the door.
"Superbabes."
Time: 6:47 PM. Place: Upper East Gotham (Modern Rental house)
"Special delivery Service." She said, waiting for a moment before she heard the door unlock and it cautiously opened.
A moderately average-looking white man in a black suit with a military crew cut opened the door, looked her up and down, before stepping aside. She raised an eyebrow, smiled, and stepped inside to find two more dressed just like him, obviously in uniforms. She briefly wondered just which politician was cheating on his wife today. But soon an older man appeared from the kitchen wearing a comically girlie apron. He was older, wizened, one would say, but had a very swarthy Middle Eastern look to him. With dark skin and black, neatly cut hair with just a few flecks of grey, there was far more in his pointy beard.
"Want me to pat her down?" asked the man who let her in as she smirked, laughed… then handed him the food as the old man raised a bushy eyebrow as she PROMPTLY stripped down. They all stared as she tossed her shorts onto the guy who wanted to get a few handfuls, and her pants onto his belt buckle, standing in her mask and boots.
"…I don't think that's necessary, do you?" She glanced around as they stared, before doing a little twirl on one foot and posing. "Alright then." She said, hands on her hips as her ass wobbled. "Who's first?"
The suits looked to the old man, who calmly tilted his head to the front door. Rather disappointedly, the two who had been sitting down got up, and the one Flash used as a clothes rack put the clothes on the couch, before all three, just a little reluctantly, headed out the front door single file.
The front door closed, and she turned her attention to the old man who took off the apron. And handed it to her. She blinked, but put it on. So while she was mostly decent, that was only from the front. "Your client is in the back." The old man said once she was 'decent'.
"AH…" she said, glancing out the back door, which was tinted so she couldn't really see anyone out there, but she could vaguely make out a pool, above-ground hot tub. A wet bar…
"Do be discreet." He added. There was a vague hint of an accent in the old man's voice, vaguely Slavic. "No names." He said as she nodded.
"I am going by 'Flash'. She said as he glanced at her clothes and nodded.
"Yes, but refer to him as Prince, or Oligarch, Duke." He said, as she raised a blonde eyebrow.
"…Sure." She said lazily, "Something rich and important? VIP?"
"…Yes." He said, nodding after a moment of thought.
"Got it. Now can I get to it?" she said, walking past him. "I only have an hour." She said as he gestured to the door.
"Please. I'll have your payment." She winked at him, getting a blush as his gaze leveled onto her THICK white girl ass. Which wobbled pleasantly with each step, before grabbing the door, and sliding it open. Stepping outside…
It was somehow colder back here than the front or inside the house… but then again she was basically naked in a naked apron. But her attention was immediately brought off the cold and onto the above-ground hot tub on a viewing deck…
"Oro…" she breathed, which was 'WOW' in Ukrainian. A little she's picked up from her grandmother here and there.
Because WOW
The man was so big in weight he could've filled the entire hot tub with his fat. Like a real-life Jabba the Hutt… only not nearly as ugly or slimy. He had literally no hair on his body; he was completely smooth all over. His arms were like massive tree trunks, but it was ALL fat. He almost had bigger titties than she did.
…Oh well, she'll be paid well for her time. Besides, she's had more disgusting guys drooling over her when she danced. She didn't mind; she WAS an exhibitionist, she gets off on that shit. An orchestral opera seemed to be playing on a boombox, which was just the weirdest thing… but she walked up onto the deck, and he finally noticed her, drinking Vodka straight from the bottle. The Good shit.
"Oooh…" he said, with that same vaguely European accent the old man had. Licking his lips eagerly. "What present has been given to me tonight?" He had dark brown eyes which seemed to pop in his pasty white face. With the utter lack of hair, it was easily noticeable. She walked around him, running her hand over his bald shoulder, his smooth head, and the other shoulder as his gaze followed her like a spotlight. "Mmn…" he watched her ass sway in the apron as she grabbed the ties and tugged; it hung from her neck now like a very big and comical necktie until she undid the back.
Naked once again, she rested her arms on the railing of the deck, pushing her ass towards him as she stretched and let the breeze tingle on her skin. She let the wind roll down her back, and shimmied, shaking her ass subtly for him as he shifted slightly in the hot tub… It was like a massively fat hippo trying to scratch an itch. She chuckled and turned around as he licked his lips again.
"Like the view?"
"I do." He said, as he watched her strut again, absently removing her boots, before testing the water of the hot tub with her toes, but pulled them out again playfully as he watched her naked body and her long braid swaying behind her. "…Do you dance?" he said, with a rather gruff tone. Like he wasn't used to speaking English and wasn't sure the sentence was correct.
"Of course I do." She said confidently.
"Dance." He ordered, lounging in the hot tub and turning up the bubbles with the press of a button near his vodka. He groaned, sighing as his eyes locked lustfully onto Flash's swaying curves as she strutted, twirled, twisted. Her brain swung around behind her as her legs kicked and her arms stretched. "MMmn…" he approvingly watched swaying hips as she turned around and got to the show properly. She might not have a pole, but she could still twerk.
She bent her knees, hands resting on them, before swinging her ass cheeks up and down to clap it loudly into the night as her braid bounced on her back like a whip. Rolling her ass to the operatic music… it wasn't a drumbeat, but he obviously didn't care. "Closer." He ordered, and she stopped twerking and stood upright, her PAWG booty still wobbling as she twirled gracefully on one foot and slowly stepped into the hot tub… it wasn't as deep as she thought it was; the bubbling water came up just below her ass… which was helpful. She turned around again, arms straight, legs shoulder-length apart under water and brushing up against his massive thighs. As she twisted her hips and bounced her ass side to side. Bending her knees low until her ass sunk into the water, brushing up against his belly as she stood back up, bent over, and ass wobbling on his stomach.
With a toothy grin, his hands reached out and grabbed massive fistfuls of PAWG booty. She moaned and stood up as he molded her ass like bread dough. "You're not supposed to touch the girls without permission, you know." She teased as he chuckled, somewhat evilly, and let go of her ass, grabbing her braid and yanking. "Mmn!" She was pulled onto his body, like a fleshy bean bag chair; his breath smelled like vodka and his tongue pressed against her neck, sliding up her body as he held her braid like a leash in his left hand, and her ass with his right.
"You will learn to appreciate me." He said cheekily, hooking his fingers between her ass cheeks and prodding pussy and ass as he slobbered on her.
"Ah… ooh…" sucking and poking at her body as he held firmly to her braid like it was a leash. Toying with her sensually voluptuous body before shifting again. Standing slowly up from the hot tub. Holding tightly to her as the water dropped a couple of inches. As the incredible bulk got out, however, he seemed to be out of breath carrying the lithe Flash, and almost immediately put her down onto the deck, still holding her braid and breathing heavily. His fat folds wobbled MORE than any number of superbabes bouncing on a trampoline. With his left hand occupied, his right rested on her shoulder and pushed her to her knees.
His pendulous gut bounced on her forehead as her mouth pressed to his wet trunks. She felt it twitching against her supple lips as her hands hooked into the sides of it before tugging it down. "AH…" gasping as his fat 8-inch cock slapped against her chin. How long has it been since he could actually see it? "Mmmgh…" Well, he's not going to see it now. She hummed loudly, pushing his face into his crotch, sucking on his cock wetly even over the hot tub water still dripping down his body. "Mmgh mmgh…" her face full of his body, her face bouncing on his stomach. As he rested his hand on the back of her head.
"YES…" he declared. "Good. Good girl." He chuckled, "Ho ho ho, ha ha ha…" Her ass wobbled as he sighed, "Oooh… suck it more." He ordered as she slurped. "Mmn…" he then pushed her as deep into his crotch as she'd go before walking backwards.
"MMGH…" she crawled after him as he yanked her head, and with a loud groan from the swing seat he collapsed onto he spread her legs. "Mmn! Mmn…" still holding her hair tightly in his fist. As if afraid to let it go just in case she tried to get away from sucking his dick. "Mmn… mmgh…" her head bobbing up and down as her ass wobbled playfully behind her. "Mmn… mmgh! SLURP." Slurping loudly on his shaft bobbing up and down, he groaned quietly. "Mmmn…" she slurped loudly as his load splattered into the back of her throat. "Mwah…" Her tongue flicked around his tip, scraping up the goo from his urethra as he tugged her hair. "Oh…" pulling her up onto the swinging seat. Lying across his lap, or what of his lap she could get, and was pushed back into his crotch. "Mmgh…"
"Suck more." He said, as she went right back to it. His 'leash' hand holding her head, the other sliding down her back and resting his hand onto her ass, squeezing her PAWG ass as it wiggled in his hand.
"Mmgh! Mmngh… mmgh… ah…" she licked and slurped on his cock. Pulling her face away to lick his shaft, "AA-mmgh…" sliding her lips down his meat, before slurping his balls. "MMGH…" his cock bounced on her pretty masked face as he pulled her hair. "Ah…"
"Lay down on the deck." She pulled away from his cock, eyed him over his stomach.
"Any side in particular?" she said, already sliding off the swing and crawling across the deck, ass wiggling behind her. "Hmmn?" she asked, her head arched back as he continued holding onto her hair. Until he finally let go.
"You pick." He said as she chuckled and slid across the polished hardwood, ass briefly in the air, bouncing about, before she lay completely flat, resting her head on her hands and braced by her elbows; she kept it in constant motion as she chucked
"I think you like this view better." She said as her PAWG ass wobbled like Jello, using the swing as a boost, he threw himself to his feet, scratching his belly as he lumbered over her, and his heels hit the deck around her thighs. WHOMP
She actually jumped as his hands slammed around her as well, and suddenly she felt very, VERY small; if the sun had been out she would've been ENTIRELY in the shade. And as she felt his girthy DICK poking at her ass, she rapidly realized that MAYBE this was a bad idea.
"OOH FUCK…!" she gasped as his cock pushed into her, and with the weight of the sky on her, he dropped onto her body. "HAAAH! OOOH!!" Only her head was spared the massive weight on her body, resting against his cheek as she squealed breathlessly, feeling his cock ramming into her ass. Her toes curled at his calf as his massive hips rose. "Ha-AAAAH!!" squealing as he began steadily trying to fuck her through the dick. "Oh! OOOH! FUCK!!"
His massive arms wrapped around her neck as she was smothered by his body, "GUCK!!" she was squeezed, and USED. "Guck! UUUUCK!!" she was shaking in orgasm as he released her neck, "Bwaaah! Ah! Ah!!" he rested his arms around her, "Ooooh! Ooh! oOOH!!" shaking in orgasm as his hips kept bucking and thrusting. "Oooh! FUCK… Oh! Oh! Oooh!!" she spasmed wildly and helplessly under him as he grunted like a rutting pig. "Ugh! UUGH!!" his girth pushing into her and on her. "Aah! Aaah! UUUGH!!"
He buried his cock into her body, grunting happily as she felt his cum rushing into her ass. "Ooooooh…"
"MMMN…" his hips glued to her ass as it pulsated inside her.
"Haa… haa…" she wiggled under him, "Fuck…" as he went limp, she whined softly, shaking in orgasm as he pressed his hands onto the deck, "Oooh…" shaking as his sweaty body finally let her breathe unimpeded. "Haa… Oh!?" he grabbed her waist with both hands before yanking her easily from the deck; she hung in the air before being thrust forward. Her hands slapped against the railing as she grabbed onto it and he straightened her out.
He pulled his cock out of her ass. "Oooh…" she shivered as his hands slid from her waist to her PAWG booty, his thumbs stuck into her ass and kept it stretched open as he pushed his cock into her pussy. "Oh!" he pushed his girthy dick into her as his gut wobbled on her thick ass. "AH! AAH!!" thrusting into her hard, yanking her back as her toes curled on the deck. "AAH!!" her fingers biting into the railing as her head hung between her arms until she felt her braid yanked again. "Haaa! Ooh! OOOH!!"
"I like your braid. And how TIGHT YOU ARE."
"AAH! OOH! Your fucking huge…!" she squealed as he let go of her ass and hair, grabbing the railing. "Oh fuck! Oh! FUCK!!" pounding into her even harder as she was pushed up over the edge, hanging over it as her ass rippled under his gut. "HNghgh!!" she stiffened, shaking in orgasm as he grabbed her, "OOH!!" lifted from the railing into the air, his arms tightly around her body. "Ugh! Ugh! Oh fuck oh FUCK!!"
"AAH! UUGH!!" he suddenly toppled backwards and slammed onto the deck, "Oooh…" he groaned, holding her waist tightly and grabbing her hair.
"Aah!" yanking it back, he smacked her jiggling ass. "Oh…"
"Move! More!" he said as she began rolling her hips on his lap. "Yes." He sighed, shaking as her ass bounced up and down on him. Her ass slapped and bounced off his gut. "Oooh! Oh! FUCK!!…" he grabbed her shaking hips as he bounced her up and down, "AH! OOH!!"
He sat up, throwing her forward, and off his pulsating shaft as she hit the deck, raised her ass in the air and made it dance as he slapped it and stood over her, holding his cock, and shooting hot, sticky ropes across her quivering booty cheeks as she moaned loudly. "Fuck…" she moaned softly as he drained his load over her ass.
"Haah…" he watched her sticky cheeks glazed like a Cinnabon. "Hee-hee…" she chuckled tiredly. "Oh!" he grabbed her waist, dragging her over to the hot tub and throwing her in with a splash. Flash took it in stride, breaking out of the water, rubbing her wet hair out of her face as he stood over her again. "Mmgh!" he pulled her to his cock as he stood over her. "Mmgh! Ah…" already licking his dick again as it twitched on her face, slapping her with it before she put it back into her mouth.
He grabbed her braid, tugging her face up and down as she twisted her head, slobbering over his cock as she felt it quivering, pulsating… "Haah!" he sighed, suddenly yanking her off his cock, resting his cock on her face, before letting his load ooze out of his cock to drool on her face, oozing down her mask over her nose and lips as he continued giving her a thick facial.
"Haah…" he sighed, letting his cock flop onto her face as she smiled through the goo. He lifted her chin to look at her face as she smiled. "You are pretty." She puckered her sticky lips at him, blowing him a kiss and a wink. He pushed her gently away before getting back into the hot tub as it rose several inches as he relaxed. "Dance more."
"Ha-ha…" she rolled her eyes, climbed out of the hot tub, and spent the remainder of her time gyrating her body sensually, stretching, dancing, twirling, her braid swinging around like a flail. He just watched her, drank, and his eyes slowly closed until he was soaking in the hot tub and quietly dosing, her sensual motions soothing him to sleep…
Mid splits on the deck, she glanced at him before burying her face into the hot water and scrubbing off his previous load really quick. Raising her head from the water, she snatched up the dropped apron and her boots before bouncing down the steps to the ground and approaching the back door. Sliding it open as she finished wiping her face and stepped inside.
The old man was sipping a cup of tea on the couch, glancing up at her as she tossed his apron next to her with a smile. "I'm borrowing your shower." She said casually as he nodded and politely pointed.
"Down the hall on the right." She strutted down the hall and got into the bathroom. Taking off her mask, she stepped into the shower, soaked under the hot water, shaking her hair so her braid flicked water all over as she scrubbed herself down. Flinching slightly because a five hundred pound whale of a man on top of her felt like her bones were out of place. She shimmied a little, and her body jiggled, shaking off her stiff feeling before smiling and turning off the water before drawing off and tugging her mask back on.
Her voluptuous body strutted out of the bathroom and smirked at the old man watching her nudity with interest and sending a shiver through her body as, somewhat reluctantly, she pulled on her clothes. With a pout and dropping her shirt down over her breasts, she glanced at him and smiled. "Okay. All done." She then pointed outside, "He's napping in the hot tub." She declared as he nodded.
"Yes, the master tends to get sleepy after exercise and watching beautiful women dance." He produced a small bag full of cash for her. It made her hesitate, because that's WAY more than it should be… and while a generous 'tip' wasn't out of the question…
She looked into the bag and frowned. "…Are these Rubles?" she said as he shook his head.
"They are Jawa. The Currency of our country." He said as she stared at him. "Of which I am not at liberty to say at this time."
"…I'm… not entirely sure my boss will take this." Which, to be perfectly frank, as long as it was money she was certain Orders would take it. But she's never even HEARD of a 'jawa' or whatever the man was calling it. Sounded like a fake fantasy race.
"It is perfectly valid legal tender." He said proudly; it was a sort of patriotic pride, but Flash just glanced into the bag, shook her head, and shrugged.
"…Okay, but you might not like the result if it doesn't satisfy my boss." She said, "No matter how much you might like the view." She then winked and walked out the front door, finding the bodyguards outside. "Night fellas." She said lazily as they watched her thick PAWG booty jiggling all the way to the car, and her driving off back to Superbabes.
Time: 8:02 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Lori stretched her azure blue body as she walked into the lounge and began unloading her tips. "I don't think that marriage is going to last." She noted as Orders glanced up at her and shook her head.
"Probably not." Orders replied casually.
"Considering how many tips we got out of them?" said Grace sweetly. "It probably would've been cheaper to go to an actual strip club."
"We're better than a strip club though." Said Lori as Orders nodded.
"Indeed." Just as Flash walked in the back door, walking up to the counter and dropped the bag of 'jawa' onto the counter.
"Is this actually money, Orders?" Flash asked as Orders, Lori, and Grace glanced into the bag, the latter two looking confused.
"…Unfortunately." Orders grumbled, "It's a currency used mostly in a small desert country and the surrounding area." She picked up the money and scowled at it. "…However, due to some diplomatic bru-ha, a majority of the royal family being criminally indicted, it'll be tedious and irritating to get it transferred into more useful money."
"…How much is it?" Flash asked as Orders grumbled again.
"In total? A little more than an average delivery." Orders then pushed the back to Flash after only taking a stack of it. "Here. Your overtime, Nikita."
"What?" she asked.
"You earned it.'
"I thought you said it was worthless," Nikita replied as Orders glanced at her.
"I said it would be tedious to turn it into more useful money." Orders said frankly, "And since I don't feel like doing it, here you go." Nikita scoffed, raised her eyebrow, then pushed it back to Orders.
"Nah, boss. You can have it." She said, smiling cheerily, before turning to go onto the floor. "I'll just shake my ass a little and earn it back."
"Still not paying you overtime." Orders noted, "Also take a shower." Nikki spun on her heel and strutted to the locker room. Before eyeing the bag irritatingly.
"…Smug little brat." She grumbled, but dropped the irritating bag of money onto the floor next to her. "I need to seriously consider our monetary policy." She frowned, then shivered. "Ugh. Nevermind…That was a weird feeling."
"Still don't think that's how Overtime works." Grace said cheekily as Lori, joining in the fun, smiled as she added.
"Orders pays overtime?"
"Get back to work." Orders said bluntly as the two beautiful babes went back out for another round of superbabes strutting.
End
Took me a bit to do some unexpected distraction but got her done :D
Next up is Ola