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Gotham… THE slimy cesspool of scum and villainy. Whether you were on the pro or con side of the law, there was work for everyone. Didn't matter all that much; both sides had equal standards for on the job deaths.
So the trick is to work on the side that doesn't directly put you in the line of fire. And to be well paid for it. Luckily for ARGUS agents, taking Gotham missions provided a bonus… ARGUS practically begs its agents to go.
Which was perfectly fine with John "Black Ops" Crow and Elizabeth Isla "Hot Tits" Ashcroft, who volunteered for yet another job in Gotham. Instead of a straight-up stakeout. They were investigating a series of sexual assaults. The theory was a sexual deviant with pheromone powers was abusing their abilities in bars…
So naturally Elizabeth 'Hot Tits' Ashcroft volunteered to be bait; she was the expert honeytrap after all.
The reports have occurred all in bars, located in a small area of Gotham in the Upper East district. So they were assigned an apartment in the area, and got the cover as a married couple, which, according to Elizabeth, was hilarious. They then went about trying to track the deviant down. Starting with marking off, triangulating the hunting ground, and crossing off where they've already struck.
Every assault so far took place at a different bar, so they picked one that hadn't and decided to 'camp out'… sure it was, in essence, another stakeout, but this time they got to drink.
"No. You don't get to drink." John declared to Elizabeth, who was drinking a Shirley Palmer at the counter. She was wearing an eye camera in her fake glasses, so he could see everything she did. He was in a van outside on a laptop, checking everyone on the ARGUS database that she looked at.
"Why have a stakeout in a bar if I'm not allowed to drink!"
"You know exactly why. We need you to be focused so you can tell me if you're being influenced." He replied, "…and it's hard to tell if you're being influenced if you're already influenced!"
"BOO," Elizabeth mumbled poshly, sipping her Shirley Palmer. "…What about him?" she asked, glancing with her sexy eyes and speaking with her posh British accent at the man who was nursing a shot of whiskey in a booth.
"No, he's just checking you out." He said as she chuckled.
"How can you tell?"
"Because he was looking at your breasts the entire time."
"Well, they don't call me Hot Tits for nothing." She replied and sensed him rolling her eyes.
"Also, he's a PI named… Jack Dodger."
"Doesn't mean he's not a wanker." She noted accurately.
"True. But probably not who we're looking for; if I were to guess, he's probably following that couple across the bar." Elizabeth let her gaze wander to the couple who were being particularly flirty. "They're married. Not to each other."
"Hmph. What is it about yanks and hiring PIs to follow cheating spouses?"
"Not everyone has access to government databases to do it-" John replied. "Hold on. We got a hit, carrying without-Wait. No… never mind."
"Hmmn? What?" Elizabeth replied under her breath.
"It was a gun license issue." He said, "Minor charge."
"…You can get minor charges for carrying without a license?" she replied lazily. "I wouldn't know because I am not a rootin-tootin American"
"YEEEHAW…" Her British snark died a little in her throat as some sort of patriotic cowgirl stripper entered. "MMN!" the busty blonde in the USA patriotic skimpy top, matching hat, jeans and boots walked into the bar with a sexy, muscular young woman who looked like a glamour model who might have worked out… a lot. She was wearing a US MARINE t-shirt and combat boots. "Thank GOD we're not doing the night shift tonight."
Elizabeth watched the two sexy ladies take a seat at the bar, about a seat away from her. They both looked vaguely familiar, like she'd seen them before. Which, if she saw that cowgirl stripper before, she was certain she'd remember it.
"Is there a strip club nearby?" she asked John over the com subtly as he hesitated.
"…It is Gotham." He said, but quickly added. "They're not strippers, officially anyway… a casual scan according to our data says one is a discharged Marine. The other is… an escort."
"Escort?" Elizabeth said, turning around and spotting a man in a suit casually watching the sexy ladies at the bar. Elizabeth couldn't blame him; they were all smoking hot, and the blonde cowgirl had massive breasts in a fetishized stripper outfit.
"DD Dallas," John replied.
"Accurate," Elizabeth said, before sighing and examining DD Dallas's tits; they wobbled as she talked with the ex-marine. "So not them, I take it?"
"Evidence suggests otherwise." He replied as Elizabeth mumbled.
"I've been here for hours now, John; either come in here and have a drink with me or let's just call it a night."
"Can I get you, ladies, anything?" asked the bartender, drowning out John's reply as the cowgirl and the marine gave him their full attention and he gave the cowgirl's cleavage his.
"Lone Star beer for me and anything non-alcoholic for my friend here." The marine scowled. "You're my designated driver; you can't drink."
"If you call the pig swill Lone Star a drink." Said Elizabeth under her breath sarcastically, drinking her Shirley Palmer… in fairness, she didn't want to be drinking it either; she'd rather have a good stout.
"What did you say?" Elizabeth blinked and looked around, realizing that the blonde was speaking to her.
"What?" she replied as the cowgirl held her Lone Star beer towards Elizabeth's lips; she recoiled as she snapped.
"Did you call Lone Star beer, Pig Swill?" she said as Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
"No, I did not." She lied, but the cowgirl seemed to take that as an offense.
"Well, I already knew you were a LIAR, but to do it right to my face like that." She said, taking a drink of her beer.
"Let it be, will you?" The marine said, drinking her Pep. "If you go picking fights, I'm not bailing you out." She said as the cowgirl seemed to take her statement under advisement and turned her attention back to her Lone Star.
"We are here to have fun." She said as the Marine mumbled.
"Some of us are; I'm the designated driver." She said sarcastically as the cowgirl replied.
"Last I checked, you're not old enough to drink." The cowgirl replied as Elizabeth seemed to take that as her cue to leave the conversation and turned her attention back to her drink, which was, in fact, empty.
"Can I get a refill?" she asked as the bartender nodded and started working on her drink; the cowgirl, however, scoffed at her.
"You give me shit for drinking Lone Star when you're not even drinking?"
"Just because I'm not drinking doesn't mean your drink isn't pig swill."
"I knew you called it pig swill!" the Cowgirl obviously taking offense, japing Elizabeth in the hot tits. "Like a limey fruitcake like you can even appreciate a good drink!"
"Elizabeth?" John said slowly, "I got something don't-" but Elizabeth knocked aside the cowgirl's hand.
"Are you kidding me? What are you drunk already on PIG SWILL?"
"I'll show you pig swill!" the cowgirl declared, "Hey! You! Give me another Lone Star!"
"Don't you give me that shit," Elizabeth said, not because she should remain sober but because she didn't want to drink Lone Star. "If you were going to give me anything, give me a stout. ANY stout." She said, "Much better than Lone Star Pig Swill."
"God damn it Elizabeth-FUCK he's getting away!" John started to garble; Elizabeth, however, was far too distracted with the cowgirl now the Marine looked mostly dismissively as the two began to drink, whose favorite drink of choice was better.
Which went on for a bit…
"Lone Star. Is BETTER." The cowgirl slurred as Elizabeth scoffed.
"The fuck it is. Guinny!" she held up her stout, "Guinny is better. The Irish invented drinking!"
"But we Americans perfected it!" declared the cowgirl as Elizabeth scoffed and slurred.
"PFFT, the only thing Americans perfected was CHEESE consumption. Europeans are better in every way! We are more cultured, talk better, and we're way better at fucking than you yanks are…"
"Yeah right, do you have any idea how many foreign cocks I've had?!" The Cowgirl replied as the Marine seemed to put a hand on her shoulder.
"Alright, I think you've had enough."
"I've had enough when we've settled which beer is better!" declared the cowgirl, grabbing her half-drunk Lone Star. "Here! Tell her!"
"What-mgnh?!" Half a bottle of booze slapped into the marine's mouth; apparently the cowgirl forgot that she was her designated driver, pouring it down the marine's throat. "The fuck?! You can't just give me a-"
"Have a Guinny!"
"MMGH!?" To stop the stout from soaking her shirt, she drank it as Elizabeth poured it down her throat. She coughed uncertainly, blinking dazedly ahead before she paused and said rather sleepily. "And now I can't drive."
"Fuck driving what did you think?! Which is better?!" asked the cowgirl as the Marine frowned.
"…No idea." She said as the busty cowgirl and the European honeytrap went right back to arguing.
"That's it! We have to settle this like WOMEN!" said Elizabeth. "With a duel."
"That's right!" the cowgirl said drunkenly, "Let me get my revolver."
"What? No, not pistols… that's far too dangerous." She frowned, seemingly thinking on it. "Dildos at twenty minutes!"
"FINE! Time and Place!" declared the cowgirl as they stood tit to tit.
"…You two know I can't drive now, right?" the marine said with surprising slurring… maybe it was because of how fast she chugged it, but she was feeling kinda dizzy. But the girls clearly weren't listening; in fact Elizabeth was powering on.
"Fine! Time and Place!" she repeated, "Is-"
Time: 9:09 PM. Place: Gotham Apartments (ARGUS safe house)
The door to the safehouse opened wide as Elizabeth, the Cowgirl, and the Marine wobbled in, the former two shouldering the latter one, who seemed to get even more drunk by the second. Surprisingly, it seemed that the Marine was a lightweight. Stumbling along, she was led into the rather luxurious safehouse apartment and dropped onto the couch.
"Mmnn…" She then slid off to the floor with a thump as the cowgirl and Elizabeth went into the main bedroom. Elizabeth and John shared the bed; they were a married couple after all, who occasionally banged because his girlfriend Victoria asked her to.
"Nice place." Noted the Cowgirl as Elizabeth went straight to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer.
"Choose your weapon!" she declared as the Cowgirl dazedly blinked into the top drawer, which was just FILLED with sex toys. Like a ridiculous amount of sex toys even for someone who wasn't secretly an ARGUS agent.
"Pfft." Cowgirl seemed to dismiss the collection of dildos, strap-ons, and furry handcuffs. "I don't need tools; I'm a professional!" she declared as Elizabeth grabbed at Cowgirl's big double Ds wrapped in a patriotic stripper top and squeezed, "Hmmmnph." She moaned as Elizabeth fondled away.
"With tits like these you must be-AH…" Elizabeth moaned as Cowgirl returned to groping, fondling each other now. Cowgirl was bigger than Elizabeth but not by much… well, 'not by much' may be a little vague at the moment as Elizabeth was drunk and stubborn, but the cowgirl titties were nice.
"Jealous?" teased Cowgirl as they squirmed together.
"Jealous? Of what? Giant milkers on my chest?"
"Yep." Replied Cowgirl as they started peeling clothes off each other now. Elizabeth's dress and Cowgirl's cowgirl paraphernalia quickly piled up on the floor, leaving the blonde in her cowgirl hat as they kept pinching, squeezing, and rubbing each other's breasts as the cowgirl grunted. "Alright, enough foreplay!" she then made the first move, dropping to her knees and shoving her face into Elizabeth's crotch, her tongue delving into the agent's pussy as she grabbed onto Cowgirl's head, holding it firmly against her pussy as she shivered against her face.
"Haah! Ah…" she moaned loudly, grinding on Cowgirl's face as her tongue lashed against her vaginal walls. Cowgirl's hands clapped around Elizabeth's ass, squeezing firmly as she tugged her ass cheeks open and closed. Elizabeth ground her hips on Cowgirl's face, feeling herself shaking in pleasure. "Ahh! Ah! Haah…!" Elizabeth orgasmed on Cowgirl's tongue as she pulled away and flicked her tongue on her clit. "Haah…"
"Ha-ha-ha…" Cowgirl chuckled, rolling her tongue on Elizabeth's clit as she gazed up at her. "Lightweight." She teased as Elizabeth recovered quickly, grabbing at Cowgirl's tits again. "Ah!" she shoved her onto her back. Holding her down with her right hand on Cowgirl's tit, her hand between her legs and rubbing away inside her, palm on her clit and rubbing it expertly as she twitched and swiveled her hips. "Ah! Aah…" Cowgirl's hips raised in the air, shaking them side to side shamelessly as Elizabeth grinned confidently down at her. Cowgirl squealed helplessly in climax. "HAah. Aah!" screaming as Elizabeth kept going, rubbing away at her pussy and making her cum again "Uuugh Ah! Ah! Ha!"
WHAM!
They jolted slightly as a red-faced and very naked Marine. Looking ready for a scrap.
"What?" Working fully on instinct and hearing Cowgirl's 'apparent' distress call, the Marine dove at Elizabeth, tackling her to the floor. "AHGH?!" Getting Elizabeth in an arm lock behind her back. "HEY!?"
The Marine had acted on instinct; as a substitute bouncer for Superbabes, she heard the Cowgirl's distress and intervened… glancing around, she saw the open drawer of toys, and the fuzzy handcuffs. Elizabeth squirmed as the Marine snatched the cuffs from the drawer and snapped them around Elizabeth's wrists.
"Ha-ha!" Cowgirl cheered as the Marine hauled Elizabeth up like she was walking a perp to a squad car. She probably would have a decent career in law enforcement… if they didn't live in Gotham. Getting back up, she grabbed at Elizabeth's pussy.
"Aah..! Cheating!" she moaned, but Cowgirl rubbed away at her with the Marine holding on.
"It's fine. You've already lost. Give me a hand with this SLUT." Said Cowgirl, spanking Elizabeth's pussy as the Marine seemed to dazedly stare ahead, but also moved on instinct.
"Ah-Hey-OOOOH!!" Elizabeth squealed as the two sluts buried their faces in her front and her back, their tongues prodding and flicking at her ass and her pussy, giving her a tag team attack, a blue plate special. The Marine's tongue dove into her ass, rimming her out expertly as the Cowgirl kept eating pussy, they pushed and pulled at her body until she fell onto the bed, but that didn't stop them as they licked away. Eating at her holes as she squealed and shivered helplessly. Lying on the Marine's face and getting her tongue deep up her ass. "Aah! Aah!!"
"Ah! Laah-that's it… you limey cunt." Purred Cowgirl, finger blasting her now as she stood over her, making her spasm and shake as the Marine kept eating ass. "Get fucked by America! FUCK YEAH!!"
"Elizabeth!" The two babes didn't even stop upon hearing the masculine voice and the slamming of the door. "Are you here-Oh fuck me." John stared at Elizabeth being sexually dominated by two hot slutty Superbabes. Because he knew they were superbabes thanks to his quick check of them hours earlier.
"Oh… Heeeey." Supergirl (II) said, pulling her fingers from Elizabeth's dripping pussy, absently sucking off the juices as The Marine pulled her glamorous ass-eating face from Elizabeth's ass. "Sorry about that…" she said as Elizabeth moaned.
"…Hey John…" she said nervously. "How did it go?" but his building frustration and growing erection made it obvious.
"Looks like he needs a bit of stress relief-" Supergirl said, but it was Wonder Girl who provided the solution.
"Ah? Hey, wait a-… shit…" he groaned as the aroused Wonder Girl pulled his pants down and presented cock to her lips.
"Mmgh!" she instantly started sucking away as Elizabeth grinned cheekily, until her pretty face was smothered by Supergirl's pussy.
"MMgh!!?"
"Eat up bitch." She said, holding a dildo like a dagger before slamming it into Elizabeth's pussy. She squealed, shaking as Supergirl ground her crotch on the pretty spy's face, thrusting the dildo roughly in and out of Elizabeth's hole. John watched Elizabeth get dildoed before turning his attention down to the glamorously pretty Wonder Girl drunkingly slurping away on his cock. He grabbed the back of her silky black-haired head, gliding her lips up and down as he groaned.
He didn't expect a blowjob from a hot Superbabe tonight. But by God, he wouldn't turn one down. "Ugh…" he began thrusting into Wonder Girl's face as she moaned happily in response, taking him into her throat over and over easily as Elizabeth danced helplessly under Supergirl. His cock twitched in Wonder Girl's mouth as he watched Supergirl's big double D's bouncing up and down with her rocking hip motions. Grinding and twisting the dildo inside Elizabeth, flicking at her clitorises as she squirmed helplessly in pleasure.
John stared down into Wonder Girl's pretty blue eyes as she drooled and slobbered drunkenly; he bucked his hip into her face, pulling her down over and over. "I'm going to cum." He declared, holding her head tight and burying it into her throat as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Mmmn!" Wonder Girl trembled as she swallowed his thick load. "Mmn…" Her eyes rolled as he slowly pulled from her mouth. "Bwah…" she gasped for air as his cock, still erect, slapped onto her face.
"MMMMGH-AAAHMN!!" Elizabeth howled as John grabbed Wonder Girl's arm, lifting her from the floor. His rock-hard cock poked her powerful, muscular stomach as he pushed her onto the bed next to Elizabeth. Grabbing her legs, he slammed into Wonder Girl's pussy, she howled as his big cock pumped in and out of her.
"Yeah, you like how my friend feels? She's young and tight, huh? Not like this limey slut." John wasn't listening; he grabbed Wonder Girl's biceps and railed into her HARD. The slutty young ex-marine squealed and jolted adorably as he railed into her like a freight train a mile long. "How's that feel, baby?"
"Oooh! FUCK!!!" Howled Wonder Girl as John pounded away, Supergirl steadily stopped toying with Elizabeth's hole, leaving the dildo balls deep inside her, and turning on the vibration function… because of course it had one. "FUCK! UUGH!"
"Hey now don't you bust any nuts in her." Supergirl mumbled, "Just because we're drunk and vulnerable doesn't mean you get free creampies."
"UGH! Uugh!!" Wonder Girl squealed as he lifted her lower body from the bed. Pounding away at her as she jiggled and wobbled. Her body tensed and squeezed around him as Wonder Girl climaxed, shaking in orgasm as he ripped her off his cock and tossed her off with a wet slurp. "Haa-! Ah…" Wonder Girl spasmed, rolling over and raising her ass in the air like a horny bitch as Supergirl shoved Elizabeth's face into those muscular ass cheeks. "Mmgh!"
"Return the favor, limey cunt." Supergirl mumbled harshly; it really was the only British insult she knew, even sober. "Eat that ass-mgh!" She was smacked across the face by a rock hard cock as she blinked at John, who grabbed her. "Ah!? Hey, you got to pay to play-aah!" She was pressed against the wall as he held her waist and slammed into her body. "OOOH! OOH!!"
John vented his frustrations on her silky folds, pounding away at Supergirl's pussy as her tits bounced wildly up and down, "Ugh! Ugh! Uhg!!" grunting as she rode his dick like a proper cowgirl: one-handed and roughly. "HAAAH!!" one hand on the shoulder, the other in the air as she clawed the wall. "Aaah! Aaah!!"
John hammered that pussy, over and over, watching her big double Ds jumping up and down as she squealed her orgasm. He felt her pussy tighten around his shaft as he buried it into her, before yanking it out of her and letting her drop to the floor. Where he promptly squeezed her big blonde boobs together, and slid his cock into her body as she whined. Shaking, he slid his cock, slick with pussy juice, between her heavy tits as she gasped. "Ah… AH!" his cock popping in and out of her lips as he titty fucked her. "Like those fucking tits?" she sneered cheekily up at him, but he kept pumping. "Mmgh!!" before pushing his tip between her lips and delivering a hot load into her mouth. "Mmgh! Blugh…" She kept her mouth open, cum oozing from her mouth as he grabbed her shoulders and threw her sticky body face down, ass up. "MMMGH!!"
John jackhammered the cowgirl hard into the floor, feeling her shaking and moaning as Wonder Girl climaxed with her ass on Elizabeth's tongue. John lifted Supergirl off the floor, thrusting into her as her legs wobbled. "Aaah! Aah! HAAAH!!" shaking in climax as he drove her hard from behind and let her flop to the floor as Elizabeth pushed Wonder Girl off the bed with her face. The two drunken superbabes moaned and dozed limply after good fucking and moderately good booze. Elizabeth tossed her red hair as she sat up, arms bound behind her back by surprisingly sturdy furry cuffs, as she crossed her legs and John, with a massive hard on, lifted both Supergirl and Wonder Girl from the floor, and wordlessly carried them out into the living room, putting them both, sticky, sweaty, and drunk, on the couch and returning.
"Wooo, that was fun," Elizabeth said, his cock rigidly twitching as he also tossed out Supergirl's clothes. "So how did the rest of the stakeout go?" she asked as John stared at her.
"I identified the serial sexual assaulter, and chased him from the bar and across the city until Batgirl intervened and captured him for Gotham PD." He said, simply, calmly, but he didn't look either of those things, and he's still very, VERY hard.
"Well, all in a good day's work then!" she said.
"…You didn't do anything. You got drunk, and brought home two Superbabes and proceeded to ignore all my calls for HELP." He said as Elizabeth then noticed the discarded earpiece on the floor; she thought it was a peanut.
"…Whoops?"
"…WHOOPS," John repeated, somewhat coolly.
"Well… I'll make it up to you." She said, squirming, "But first, mind getting these fuzzy cuffs off me?"
"Just take them off." He said as she rolled her eyes.
"Are you kidding? These things could hold a Strength-enhanced Superhuman. They're fuzzy because it's easier to slip them through customs. Get the key from the dresser." She said, gesturing to the dresser as John turned to it dismissively and kicked it shut. "Uh…" he then stood over her, cock twitching as she smiled cheerily. "…So… I'm making it up to you now then?" she said a little nervously. He grabbed her throat, and she squeaked excitedly, her nipples twitching.
"You're making it up to me now. Yes." He said before throwing her onto the bed and smashing her HARD the rest of the night.
Time: 8:09 AM. Place: Upper East Gotham (One-Night Stand Apartment)
"Ugh… oh… damn it." Supergirl sat up, her face on Wonder Girl's ass, "…Helen? Helena… wake up." The busty blonde babe shook Wonder Girl's ass cheek as the ex-marine moaned.
"Tina-Ooh!?" she grabbed her head, "Ugh… not so loud… fuck me, why does it feel like I drank Xue's special vodka?"
"Why does my face feel like. Oh… right." She flinched as she pulled dried semen from her face. "…Who's cum is this?" she mumbled as Helen shook her head.
"Whose apartment is this?" she asked as they looked at each other.
"…We should probably shower."
"Agreed," Helen said after a moment of thought.
They walked away from the couch and towards the main bedroom, opening the door the glanced inside at the bed, which was destroyed and occupied, two relatively attractive people still locked in a tight embrace. The redheaded hot tits woman under the burly man after he apparently finished powerfucking her prone into the mattress. And judging by the smell, they stopped only recently.
"H-Help…" moaned the woman, "F-Fucking… help." She said, laughing as Tina and Helen stared at her, John's powerful arms tightening around Elizabeth. "…He won't stop… Fucking me..." She mumbled as Tina shut the door.
"…Wash in the sink then?"
"YEP." Helen replied, "I'm not going in there."
End.