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It was an unusually sunny Gotham day, and Superbabes Bumblebee was taking advantage of it by doing a little sunning on the balcony. Wearing little more than a plain white bikini, headphones in her ears, and taking in what little sun Gotham was giving.
Her roommate Lindsey, Superbabes' Star Sapphire, hummed cheerily to herself inside the apartment. She herself was in a bikini, and her bimbo body really filled it out. Unlike Bumblebee sunning on the balcony, she was going to sun on the roof. A scenario that'll end up with far more viewers.
Not that Lindsey was actively trying to do that, but that would be the result.
But before she graced the building's residents with a spectacular view, news that would spread like literal wildfire through the building once she did. She looked over the mail that had arrived… sometimes they had to go downstairs, sometimes the mail came to their door… depends on if the mailman was a man or a woman…
Lindsey looked through the mail, a coupon here, a magazine there… but then she came to a rather elaborately designed card. "Oh!" she jiggled as she jumped in surprise before immediately rushing out to the balcony.
BUMP!
"Oh!" she mumbled as her breasts sponged off the glass door of the Balcony. "…Silly." She mumbled cheerily, realizing it wasn't open; that happens sometimes, then she opened it.
Bumblebee was casually listening to Erhu music on her earphones… You can take the sexy blasian girl out of the tiger grandparents manor, but she'll still have preferred music choices. PAP PAP.
She opened her eyes and looked up, finding Lindsey holding the card and tapping her face with it. She removed her earphones and lifted her sunglasses. "Yes, Princess?" she asked with patient sarcasm.
"I said you have a letter!" she said excitedly. "It looks so fancy!"
"It's probably junk mail." She said, "That's how they get you."
"Get me with what?"
"To send them money. Like Nigerian princes or those guys who send you messages on Twit saying they love your art photos and want to make a comic on you."
"I don't have art photos," Lindsey replied as Bumblebee sighed and rolled over so her sexy brown ass could get a nice sun soak… considering how skimpy her thong was, she could've just done it naked for the same results. Her neighbors and that guy with the binoculars spying on her in the neighboring building would agree.
"Oh, Princess. It's a good thing you're pretty." Bumblebee chuckled as Lindsey bent over and showed the card to Bumblebee. "UGH fine-" she sat up, taking the card. "…Lindsey, this is apparently my wedding invitation." She said as Lindsey gasped excitedly.
"You're getting married?! Am I invited?"
"Oh, honey. No." Bumblebee replied. "It's MY invitation to A wedding." Bumblebee looked it over, scowling slightly. "From Tanya Hardass."
"…Tanya Hardass?" Lindsey frowned. "That sounds fake."
"That's because that's what I call her," Bumblebee said, getting off the lounge chair and walking into their apartment. "Because I hate her." She added as Lindsey gasped, like this was some big reveal. After letting the moment of shock pass, she then asked adorably.
"So we're not going to the wedding?" she said, looking somewhat disappointed.
"Princess, I wasn't planning on going," Bumblebee said, though now that she properly got a look at the card. It did say she could bring a plus one. "She only invited me to brag about getting married."
"Why would she brag about that? You don't have trouble meeting guys." Said Lindsey as Bumblebee sighed patiently.
"A mild way to put it." She said under her breath. The number of guys who have tried to 'wife' her since becoming estranged from her tiger grandparents could be counted by Lindsey on the fingers and toes on both of them. But as a professional kept woman, she obviously turned them down. Besides, she didn't want to get married; she wanted to FUCK, and if she got things BY fucking then all the better. "And she's bragging because she's bitch. The only thing we ever had in common were our tiger parents." And those tiger parents (grandparents in her case) encouraged that by making them compete until their nubile bodies nearly broke from exhaustion.
In all honesty? Bumblebee actually hated Tanya for a long, LONG time because of her grandparents. Later, she felt that maybe it was unjustified after getting some post fucked clarity at the Olympic village that maybe that was just her Tiger Grandparents… but no, Tanya actually was just an unlikable bitch.
The Tiger parents might have caused the rivalry, but that was just the groundwork; the girls built a strong foundation of dislike on their own… completely different from her relationship with Lindsey.
"You were raised by tigers?!" Lindsey said excitedly, "No wonder you're so cute."
"Oh, Princess." Sighed Bumblebee. "Anyway, I wasn't going to go." She added, "I don't even have anything to wear."
"Oh! You can wear some of my clothes!" she said, jiggling in a bikini that would hang like a curtain on Bumblebee's body. They were both voluptuous and shapely, but they were in different classes. While Bumblebee acted LIKE a bimbo, Lindsey actually was one, in a good way.
"That's thoughtful, princess, but I don't think you fit me…" she examined the address of the wedding… and scowled, angrily. "…The fuck?"
"What?" Lindsey asked as Bumblebee ran her tongue over her teeth, trying not to snarl.
"…The wedding Venue is at my grandparents' summer manor."
"You have a manor for the summer? You should've just lived there instead of your car"
"Lindsey," Bumblebee said.
"Yes?"
"Can you dial it back a little?" Bumblebee said rather calmly as Lindsey thought about it, trying to figure out what Bumblebee was talking about. Which also served the purpose Bumblebee was asking for as her brain seemed to process it.
She looked over the card at Tanya and her future husband, smug assholes, she could tell. And she had a sneaking suspicion that her grandparents would've been there to corner her and drag her back kicking and screaming. It was such an obvious trap she was almost insulted.
But just because they'd catch her in a trap doesn't mean she couldn't blow the trap up from the inside.
"…Okay, Lindsey. Want to go to a wedding?" Bumblebee asked as Lindsey blinked, then clapped.
"Oh! Yes! I love weddings! They're so pretty."
"Good. Then we'll go." She said, casually, tossing the card aside. "It's a long drive, princess, and we aren't staying long, so pack light."
"Ooooh!" Lindsey giggled happily, "Great! Oh I what's the dress code?" Bumblebee was about to tell her on reflex but stopped herself. Smirking softly.
"Princess, anything you wear will be perfect." She said as Lindsey nodded in understanding… or at least as understanding as Lindsey could get.
"Oh, what about you?" she asked suddenly, "Do you have something?"
"I will when we get there," Bumblebee replied as Lindsey giggled happily, before rushing to her room. All thoughts about going to the rooftop pool to sun forgotten. That was probably a good thing; last time she went to the rooftop to sun, she almost gave a guy a heart attack. The erection he had as the Paramedics tended to him was embarrassing to everyone.
"Okay. You better tell Orders though." Bumblebee blinked, then cringed.
"Shiiiit." She mumbled before grabbing her phone and making the call… she might as well get some tips while she's at it…
Time: 1:01 AM. Place: Amnesty Bay (Chen Summer Home)
Turns out if you don't do any shenanigans during it, Orders is surprisingly merciful as a boss… who could've guessed? And while Bumblebee was going to do some shenanigans, it wouldn't directly affect Orders or, more importantly, her business, so they were good to go, and go they went.
"Oooooooh!" Lindsey gasped at the distinctly Chinese-designed manor. It was crowded with people, the front gate being gatekept by a pair of big, burly guards. Bumblebee, after a long drive, parked in the lot. Before getting out of the car with Lindsey. "It's so fancy."
"If you say so," Bumblebee said, looking Lindsey over in a cocktail dress and her in a tight tank top and shorts.
"Are you sure your outfit is okay for a wedding?" Lindsey asked as Bumblebee gave her the invite.
"I told you, princess, my outfit is inside." Which was true, unless of course her grandparents threw away all her old clothes. Which, while possible, she didn't think they would have; they were expensive. "I'll just slip in the back and change before anyone notices." She added as Lindsey nodded. "You go in the front and be your usual self. Distracting."
Lindsey in a skimpy black cocktail dress that squeezed her all-natural bimbo body in all the right ways? She would be noticed.
"Okay. I'll see you inside then!" she said, completely and blissfully unaware that apart from Bumblebee she wouldn't know anyone inside.
But luckily the powers of being ridiculously pretty provided, and she was let right in. They didn't even look at her invite. The sexy ball of sunshine and sexiness went right in… so she took her own private entrance.
When she was younger and spent time in the summer manor, she would sneak out using this method.
There was a large zen garden on the east side of the manor; if someone was brave enough and had significant training in gymnastics, you could leap from the tallest rock and slip over the wall. And sure enough, the empty zen garden and the boulder were where they always were.
Getting back into the manor was a lot easier than getting out the same way, a LOT easier. She easily hopped from rock to rock until she hit the top rock, barely stayed there, and leaped across to the top of the wall and slid gracefully over the edge, landing on the grass with a perfect 10 landing.
They hadn't changed a thing, which was understandable; she had only been gone for about a year, and while they called it a 'summer home,' it was really no more than a dalliance estate. While she might have escaped from here after the Olympics, the last time she WAS here properly, her father was still alive.
She could hear music and chattering coming from the courtyard, but she wasn't headed there yet. She made her way around to the storehouse. Her old room was on the second floor, but she needed to climb the storehouse to the second floor. Climbing THAT was easier because there were plenty of footholds to use.
"Hmph…" She walked across the roof to her old room. The window was shut, but it wasn't locked. She slid the window open and, like a cat, she slunk silently inside. "Haven't changed a thing." Old trophies, posters… rolled-up yoga mats. She ignored all of them and opened her closet. "Ha! Of course they took better care of these." She yanked out a golden yellow and black Qipao her grandparents had her wear for the Olympics, pretty sure it was laced with ACTUAL gold. She had to admit, it was fairly sexy… a power girl cleavage window and it showed off her legs; she was supposed to wear stockings. But she wasn't even going to wear underwear; WHY would she wear stockings?
It barely took any time to change. 5 minutes later she was walking out of her old room, her heels clicking across the polished wood… There were a handful of people inside, women in gaudy dresses who noticed her passing by, whispering with excited awe as she stepped outside into the courtyard. A live band, a wet bar, a gaudy arch she spotted Lindsey in a crowd of guys and gals, half of whom were drunk; it didn't really matter which half. Lindsey was in her element regardless.
"Hey, Princess." Bumblebee purred as Lindsey squealed.
"You look GREAT!" she said as the others in the conversating crowd stared at her, agreeing immensely with their gazes, not their words.
"Thanks, Princess… come on, let's get a drink."
"Drink?" Lindsey said softly, "But we're driving later. We shouldn't drink and drive." She said as Bumblebee rolled her eyes.
"Then I'll drink, and you drive." Lindsey processed that; Bumblebee could tell, thanks to the adorable look on her absurdly pretty face. Then nodded.
"Yeah okay!" They went to the bar, where Bumblebee ordered some Baijiu. "So which one is the bride?" she asked as Bumblebee laughed; there was a picture of her in the card.
"Don't worry about that; just let me know if you see the groom." Bumblebee said, "And if you see some old Chinese folks, point them out."
"You're looking for the groom?" the bartender asked as Bumblebee blinked at him; handsome fella, probably had NO idea what she was here to actually do. "He was supposed to be waiting in the main guestroom."
"Hmm. Thanks. Mind keeping my princess company? I'll be right back." She said, getting up from the bar and walking back into the main house. She knew the way… however, as she passed the main hall, she hesitated at the portrait of her grandparents and mother. She tilted her head, frowning softly as she took a breath; it might be the Baijiu talking… but suddenly this didn't feel like such a good idea.
Was she really SO spiteful, SO terrible, to come all this way to ruin the wedding of a woman who, for all she knew, was being pushed around by her tiger parents as much as she had been?
"Oh, my GOD. I cannot believe you actually came!" Tanya Hardass herself, in a dress that looked better than she did. She had a more traditional gymnast body, and clearly she kept it up, flat as a board and thin as a beanpole.
"Tanya." Bumblebee smiled as her bitch sense tingled. "…How have you been?"
"Better knowing you came." She said. Bumblebee ran her tongue over her teeth in thought, then nodded. "Since nobody's heard about you in AGES, I figured you wouldn't show."
"…Hmmn," Bumblebee replied, as she tried not to laugh. Tanya looked her up and down, her eyes narrowing jealously.
"…Well. I'm glad you're here." She lied as Bumblebee shrugged.
"I wasn't doing anything important." She said as Tanya smiled smugly.
"That's RIGHT. I heard you were… what do they call it? Waitressing or something?" Oh, she knew exactly what Bumblebee did; passive-aggressive combat just came standard.
"Something like that," Bumblebee said, waving Tanya off as she scowled. "Sorry, I need to drain the lizard." She said lazily, walking away towards the main guest room, ignoring Tanya's scoff. Not even bothering to hide her disapproval. Bumblebee, though, rolled her eyes; she had a STRONG feeling that Tanya didn't want her here. That's fair; she didn't want to be here. It was probably some condition for using the summer manor: Invite Bumblebee.
But conditional or not. It was this conversation that steeled Bumblebee's resolve. She might have hesitated earlier, with the one SMALL shred of human decency she keeps hostage in the depths of her morality… but she heard the shred out, and now it was back to being the sexpot slut she really was.
…To be perfectly frank, she wasn't 100% positive her plan would even work. 80-90%, sure, but not 100. It was an entirely possible result that she would be turned away, and Tanya Flatass was marrying a perfectly respectable guy. But she'll find out as soon as she reached the main questroom door, and knocked.
KNOCK KNOCK
Time: 2:03 AM. Place: Chen Summer Home (Main Guestroom)
"Come in." Bumblebee pushed the door open and saw the reasonably handsome young man sitting in an armchair, dark hair, dark eyes, and a sturdy build, with his feet up on the coffee table instead of the built-in footrest. He was looking at his phone, playing some sort of app game in his suit jacket hanging on the bathroom door. He looked up, and his jaw dropped slightly. "…Whoa." He said bluntly, "…You a friend of Tan-Tan?" he asked, already looking her body up and down in her leggy qipao as she shut the door.
"…No," she said silkily. She strutted across the room and stepped up on the coffee table. He grinned rather stupidly up at her as he sat up.
"I figured since I would definitely remember you." She smirked, "…And you're not one of my friends or family… for the same reason." He added in a way that might have suggested he was a detective, but with a tone that said 'Why wasn't I ogling you earlier?' "So who are you?"
Which told her he was EXACTLY the sort of guy who would be eating out of the crack of her ass momentarily.
"The best man hired me." She lied, taking an educated risk that paid off almost immediately.
"Kirk did?" he said as she pushed.
"Something about a better bachelor party?" The Groom frowned.
"…It was pretty lame." He said, as Bumblebee chuckled and swayed her hips side to side, her qipao curtain skirt swishing under her playfully as he watched.
"I'm SPECIAL ordered…" she said, squatting down on her heels, her knees out and open as she kept up her sensual dance. "He said he wanted the nastiest, dirtiest, sluttiest piece of FUCK MEAT…" she growled, "You are EVER going to get… before your shackling." She leaned forward, hands on the arms of the chair, and standing on her tiptoes as her shapely ass flexed under her qipao. "…Because there's no way you'll get to do ANY of the shit I do with your future wife." She teased before pushing herself up off the chair, flexing her subtly powerful muscles as she posed seductively. "Mmmn… so… are you ready to play or should I just ask Kirk to give me my paycheck?" she said, turning around and grabbing the back of the qipao, raising it and displaying her beautiful black ass.
Firm, toned, and bare, no underwear as stated, shaking her ass for him as he grinned lustfully at it.
"…I mean you should work for your paycheck."
"I should. I'm worth every fucking cent…" she wrapped the back of the qipao over her thigh, bending over slightly and grabbing both ass cheeks with her hands. "No holds barred fucking…" Bending over flexibly, looking between her legs at him as his bulge grew in his suit trousers. "So… which hole do you want first?" she chuckled as he groaned, tugging at his collar at first like he was boiling hot. She stood up, swaying her hips again as she danced. Gyrating like a real bachelor party stripper as he grunted, reaching down to his zipper and whipped out his cock.
"Come over here and suck this." He said, but she was already on her knees before he finished the sentence. She opened her mouth, grabbing his average-sized dick, and sliding it between her lips as he rested his hands on her head, his fingers resting on her afro as he moaned in relief, feeling her lips bobbing up and down his shaft as she sucked.
"MMn! Mmn! SLURP…" saliva drooled down his shaft as her head bounced up and down, "MMn! Mmn-hmmn…"
"Oh yeah." He sighed, melting into the chair as her tongue swirled and flicked his tip. "Mmmn… suck that dick."
"Mmnh-hmmn…" she slurped up his cock, stroking it against her face as her tongue slid along the shaft. "Ha-ha…" she chuckled, before taking him back into her mouth and sliding down his shaft again. "MMmn! Mmn…" hands on his lap, her face bouncing up and down as she sucked for an airtight seal.
"Oh fuck…" he held her head firmly, using both hands as he bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster. She took it all, gazing up at him with sultry eyes as he pushed into her face. "UGH! UGH! UGH…" he fucked her face now, pumping into her tight wet mouth as she hummed softly, tasting his pre-cum.
"Gonna!" PLAP PLAP. "FUCKING…" PLAP PLAP. "CUM!" PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP. "UUGH!!" he pushed her head down, "Fuck… suck it out! Oooh fuck…" she stared up at him with sultry eyes, unblinking, unbroken, her mouth tight around his dick as it shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth. "FUCK."
"Mmn-hmmn…" she said. His entire body was tensed like a cord wound up too tight and ready to explode. Which he already did; she swallowed his cum easily. "Mmmn…" humming and chuckling seductively around his dick as it twitched on her flicking tongue.
"Oh yeah. Oh fuck…" he held her head down long after he finished and finally relaxed, letting her slide her head to his tip, flicking her tongue around his glans as she gazed up at him, mercilessly grinning. "That was the best head I've ever had." He laughed, "Oh man… that suck makes me rethink my life."
"Yeah?" moaned Bumblebee. "Does it make you think about how you want to fuck the sexiest bitch in Amnesty Bay?" She licked his cock from base to tip before standing up and turning around. She shook her ass in his face as the qipao swished playfully. She bent over slowly, resting a hand on the coffee table and brushed aside the lower side of the qipao. "Fuck me." She danced enticingly, shaking her lower body slowly as her hand slid between her legs, rubbing her silky folds as he stared at her ass. "You know you want to." She declared as he groaned, his cock twitched firmly in response to her ass slowly gyrating.
"…Fuck." He laughed, "Got a condom?"
"Did I say put on a condom?" she replied silkily, "I believe I said fuck me." She shook her ass as her fingers slid into her pussy. "Mmmn…" she fingered herself slowly, arousal dripping to the floor. "If I wanted to stick rubber inside me I'd fuck a dildo; I want to fuck a COCK." She growled, "Hard, throbbing, cock, buried in my tight holes." She moaned, "Ooooh yeah… just thinking about being used to jerk off gets me so fucking hot."
Her eyes rolled as she bit her bottom lip and furiously masturbated, "Fuck me fuck me fuck me…." She growled under her breath, "MMMgh!" She made herself cum, her body shivering in orgasm as the qipao rippled like water on her body. "Uuugh…" hoarsely groaned as he bucked his hips towards her. His hand over his face, he groaned with her as his cock rigidly twitched towards her silky holes like it was magnetized.
"…God damn it!" he grunted under his breath as he stood up, grabbing her waist; he smacked her ass hard.
"Ah! Oh yeah!" she felt his cock between her ass cheeks as he held tightly to her waist, shivering as he tried to resist the call of hot Chinese chocolate. "Fuck me honey, stick it in my fucking cunt, up my tight little ass." She grinned, "Just hurry and use ME! Oooh…" she gasped as he pushed into her ass, covering her mouth with his hand.
"Shut the fuck up whore!" he immediately began to pound her ass hard. "OH fuck…" snarling in her ear as he drove into her ass HARD, feeling her spasming on his cock. "Fuck! You're so fucking tight!" he snarled.
Bumblebee moaned into his hand, as hers braced themselves on the table. "MMmgh! Mmn! Mmn!" moaning as he jackhammered her asshole… she could tell this was his first ass fuck. Makes sense; the stick up Tanya Tightass probably makes it hard to get in there. "MMMGH!!" she trembled in pleasure as he railed her harder and harder, pushing her further over the coffee table, until he smacked her ass and grabbed her shoulder. Yanking her upright.
"You're a tight ass whore!" he growled quietly in her ear. "Fuck! I can't get enough!" his hard, rough thrusts weren't exactly amateurish, but she still felt good. "Ugh! UUGH!!" his hips swung hard into her from behind as she threw herself back onto him, his hand rubbing at her clit as he held tightly to her face. "Oh baby, you like that?"
"Mmn hmm!" she moaned into his hand as he pounded her harder, grinding into her tight ass as he lifted her by her pussy, hooking into her silky folds with his fingers. Standing on her tiptoes as she orgasmically danced in his arms.
"I'm gonna cum!" he said, briefly speeding up, "TAKE IT!" growling his orgasm as he slammed into her ass.
"MMMGH!! mMn…"
"Take all my cum in your ass!" he hissed, panting as he buried his cock into her, holding her tight to his waist as his cock finished unloading. "Oh FUCK you slutty black bitch…" he moved his hand from her mouth as she laughed, shaking her hips as he smacked her ass. "That was the best sex I've ever had." He smacked her wobbling booty firmly as she chuckled. "Whatever Kirk is paying you is not enough." She twirled on her toes, pushing her boob window to his chest as she reached down and started stroking him slowly. "Oh! Oh baby no more I got to-"
"FUCK." She snarled seductively. "My TIGHT." Hand furiously but sensually sliding up and down his rapidly hardening cock. "WET." She pulled her hand away from his shaft before flicking his tip with a finger and strutting to the bed. She sat on the edge, rolled over and spread her legs with ease, "PUSSY."
"Baby, I can't do that…" he whined, but his cock was turning towards her squelching snatch, fingering herself eagerly as she chuckled.
"Come on, Honey, this is the only time you're going to get this." She purred, pulling her fingers from her tasty pussy, pulling her dripping hand over her lips and letting her succulent honey drip into her open mouth as he moaned. Her tongue spiraled around his lips, soaking up her pussy juice as she then took both of her legs and hooked her feet behind her head. "Mmn… My pussy is unmatched. It's going to be the tightest, wettest cock pocket you'll ever feel. Come on, Honey. Live free. Fuck HARD."
He twitched, and his cock loomed close to that warm pussy, he groaned loudly, sliding into her snatch as she gasped. "Oooh yeah. Oooh. All the way in there…" she shivered, "Oooh yeah…" she gazed invitingly at him as his brain seemed to explode. "Fuck it." She whispered up at him as he pulled back and immediately thrust his hips down on instinct. "Ugh. Ugh.. Fuck it, honey… fuck it! Ugn…!" she shivered, grinning broadly as her eyes rolled, her body rocked with his constant hip movements, bouncing in and out of her as her eyes refocused, grinning knowingly. "Oh! Fuck! YEAH it's so GOOD!"
She wasn't even shouting it, but it echoed around the room over his rapid thrusts. But he heard her clearly regardless. "Get it fucking deep in there." She growled, shaking erotically, "Fuck that tight little pussy… Yeah, yeah come on honey, fuck me rough!" he crawled over her, grabbing at her tits as he slammed into her pussy, moaning like a wounded beast and slobbering like a rutting animal. "Oooooh FUCK YEAH…." She gasped, spasming helplessly in orgasm as he jammed his cock into her over and over. "Oh yeah!"
"I'm cumming!" he declared, feeling her hole spasming around him.
"Don't you cum on my dress, honey…" she growled, bucking up into him as his cock pulsated faster and faster. "Don't you cum on it!" she grinned evilly up at him. "I don't want no cum stains on this dress mother fucker!" she gazed down at his deep strokes inside her. "You fucking want to nut in that pussy!" he moaned, speeding up; he did. He SO did! "What am I going to do about it? I'm just a slutty whore born for taking dick!" Her body trembled, folded in half and pinned down. "Bust your fat fucking nut, Honey. Bust that nut and don't give a fuck about it! Drain those fucking baby tanks…"
"Ugh!" he buried his cock into his pussy, Bumblebee's hole tightened firmly around his cock as she climaxed, but he still managed to escape her grip, scrambling over her body, sitting on her chest and stuffing his cock into her mouth.
"Mmmn! Mmmn…" slurping softly, she twisted her head on it as it pumped cum into her mouth. "Mmmmn…"
"Oh god! UUGH!!" he fell forward, smothering her face with his body, stuffing his cock into her mouth. "Oh FUCK…" Bucking and shaking his hips as he instinctively pushed into her face. "Fuck! You… fucking WHORE… oh fuck…" Bumblebee hummed and chuckled, sucking and massaging his shaft with her lips and tongue. He rolled off her face, but she rolled with him, sliding between his legs and slowly sucking his dick, head bobbing up and down as he rested his hand on her head. "Oh fuck that's the best fucking sex I've ever had."
"Damn right it was, Honey." Bumblebee hummed, kissing his shaft as she pushed up and sat on her knees. Cupping her big tits in the tight qipao and chuckling. "You'll never have a better body than mine." She puckered her lips and blew him a kiss. "Mwah." And slipped off the bed, stretching her body and brushing her fancy dress.
"Are you staying for the wedding? Maybe we can have a quickie before it's official." He said cheekily; she couldn't tell if he was half joking or not. "Hell, what's Kirk paying you? I'll double it."
"You can't afford me." She said as he laughed.
"Come on, girl, don't be like that…" he frowned, "Wait, what's your name? Or stripper name. What-"
The door, however, suddenly opened, and a man in a tux and a ponytail opened the door. "Hey Champ, are you-THE FUCK?" he stared at the groom with his dick out and the sensual bumblebee; he stared at her and pointed. "…Aren't you Ola Lee-Chen?"
"…Kirk, bro it's… wait." Ola glanced at him, "…Ola… Lee-Chen? THAT Ola!?" he looked at her in horror as Kirk looked between them, his jaw hanging open.
"…Dude, you didn't," he said, horrified as Ola chuckled. "Dude, of ALL the stupid fucking things to do on your wedding, that. FUCKING Ola Lee-Chen was the worst of the worst things!"
"What the FUCK?!" a bridesmaid, one of the similarly dressed women Ola had seen earlier, kicked open the door. She was, in fact, Tanya Sloppyass's younger sister. "Did you just say-" However, seeing Ola pass her, with a wink, she then left without looking back.
Time: about 5 minutes later. Place: Chen Manor (Courtyard wet bar.)
"And that's when Ronnie-Bell had a talk with him!" Lindsey said cheerily at the bartender, who looked increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation.
"…And you said he had testicular issues when you saw him next?"
"Mmn-hmmn!" she nodded sweetly as Ola returned to the wet bar. "Oh! Hi Ola! Is the wedding starting soon?"
"YOU FUCKING DID WHAT?!" the SHRIEK of Tanya BlubberButt's voice carried from the manor; it was so loud, it actually made the band stop playing for a moment to try and register what that noise was… it was then followed by crashing and smashing.
"…Pretty sure it's been delayed, Princess," Ola said calmly. "Indefinitely."
"Oh…" Lindsey sighed as Hurricane Tanya's noise started to get louder and louder. "That's too bad. What for?"
"Hurricane Tanya," Ola said calmly.
"Somebody bring me that bitch's ass on a platter! NOW!"
"We better go before we get caught up in it."
"Oh yes!" Lindsey said, standing up. "By Tyler! I'll come see your back seat some other time!" Lindsey said as the bartender was just a LITTLE grateful that she wasn't going to see his backseat… having his balls crushed like walnuts killed the mood. Much like a guest having sex with the groom on a wedding day.
"We came all this way for nothing." Lindsey sighed. "Stupid Hurricane!" There was crashing and screaming coming from inside the manor. "… your dress looks great though!" Lindsey said as Ola winked at her.
"I know." She and Lindsey slipped into Lindsey's VERY pink car. "So. You hungry? How about Superbabes?"
"I don't think we deliver to Amnesty Bay," Lindsey said as Ola chuckled.
"There's a Superbabes here, Princess; let's just go there."
"Oh. Okay!" Lindsey pulled slowly out of the lot as Tanya Flatchest, her family, and Ola's grandparents stepped out of the manor, shaking their hands at the car. Ola glanced at the window, and for a brief moment, saw a familiar face she'd never seen in person before scowling at it as Lindsey looked in the mirror. "Oh, how nice! They're waving us off… but that's not how you wave your hand; you're supposed to use all five fingers."
Ola chuckled, and the woman she only saw in pictures vanished from the rearview mirror as they got further and further away, and she scoffed dismissively. "Like mother like daughter." But then smiled at Lindsey. She was distracted by the terrible family in the mirror, and almost forgot. "…It's a good thing you're pretty, Princess."
"At least I know how to wave properly. Also, they should stop saying goodbye and get to safety from the hurricane!"
Ola just laughed…
End
This one took me longer than I would have liked, but in lighter news. There are just 4 chapters left until #8s... technically 5 because Elinor needs 2, but still :D I think when I finish her #6 we'll do a daily/Catered Party or 2 for 1 to celebrate and then do her 7.