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Just another day at Superbabes, sort of… allegedly.
"UGH. Why am I here? I was told I was off today!" Blue Lantern snapped as she jiggled out of the locker room, glaring at Demona, who was casually eating fries out of costume. "Does this planet not have employment laws?!" she added in a harsh whisper as Demona's slightly pointed teeth BIT into a trio of fries.
"You were; now you're not." The winged woman said, legs crossed, sitting on Orders' counter. "Now you're covering for Ciara," Demona replied as Blue Lantern glared at her.
"What? Is she sick?! He should be here covering her shift."
"She's not sick, sugar, SEAN is." Blue Lantern glanced over her shoulder and, somehow, thought she saw an ominous black aura radiating from the seven-foot wall of sexy muscle. Despite her friendly southern belle smile, there was something dangerous in her tone that told Blue Lantern that she should NOT badmouth taking care of Ciara's little brother in front of her. Giganta was just as much of a loving big sister to him as his actual big sister… She was also, currently, the one in charge with the skeleton staff of girls working tonight. Why? We're getting to that...
And since Blue Lantern didn't want to feel the sensation of flight and the sudden crash landing that comes from being hurled across the restaurant by the big woman. She moved on from her indignation at working tonight.
"FINE. But why isn't Orders here then? Isn't it long past her arrival date?"
"The Purple Eyed harpy is sick too." Demona noted, "So at the very least, you probably won't have to deal with deliveries."
"What? Why not?" Demona scoffed as Giganta rested a hand on her smooth albino shoulder, pushing her towards the floor gently.
"She doesn't want us to go out on deliveries without her. So regulars only…" Demona flicked a fry in the air and snapped her jaw around it, licking her lips. "…Something you lack, notably."
"You snargle fragging little-!" Trying to dart back around the big girl to start a fight with the winged bitch, only for Giganta to rest her hand on Blue Lantern and turn her back to the floor.
"Alright now, hon, ignore her and get to work. No deliveries or not, Orders still wants you to work."
"Damn clorbag!" hissed Blue Lantern, snarling before going out onto the floor as Giganta turned back to Demona.
"What are you still doing here?" she said playfully. "Your shift ended half an hour ago."
"I find her suffering hilarious, and I intend to enjoy it just a little longer." She said, raising her empty basket of fries and shaking it towards the kitchen. "Refill!" she said, sliding it across the counter, as another basket slid back, bouncing on her hip.
With the 'regulars only' rule in effect, the night proceeded disappointingly normal; turns out ruining Superbabes as a legitimate skin restaurant and not a particularly elaborate escort service will do that sometimes. Still though, Blue Lantern took her break, sitting on the couch huffily and eyeing Demona, now playing cards with Stargirl and Red Lantern, both of whom were also on break. "WHY are you still here?"
"Well, right now I'm playing cards with Brielle." Demona replied, "My usual group was a little busy."
"If you were going to be here anyway, you might as well have done this shift instead of me!" Blue Lantern declared as Demona's lips twitched slightly.
"…Nah." She said lazily, "This is more fun." She said, tossing the cards onto the table. "Well done, Jae-Hwa; you called my bluff."
"HMPH." Blue Lantern grunted irritably as Giganta walked in from the floor, her costume adorned with tips as she glanced around the lounge and, spotting Blue Lantern, held out a simple brown Superbabes-branded brown bag.
"Hey sugar, can you run this out to curbside pickup?"
"What? Why me?" Blue Lantern replied, "You seem perfectly capable-"
However, before she could finish, there was a crash and a scream, and Giganta's eyes narrowed harshly as she replied calmly.
"I need to THROW something. It can be YOU or HIM." She said plainly, jerking her thumb back towards the doorway to the floor as the yelling started. Blue Lantern sighed huffily, snapped the bag from Giganta's hand, and stood up from the couch, not wanting to be around for the whining. So she walked out the back door as the big redhead added. "The van in the alleyway." Before turning around to break a few bones.
"Snargle Fragging giant clorbag." Grumbled Blue Lantern as she stepped outside by the back door; she glanced around the surprisingly packed parking lot before her red eyes settled on a van in the alleyway nearby. There was no 'designated' curbside pickup spot… mainly because… why wouldn't you go inside to look at the girls? But in case your tastes were culinary only, you just had to give a license plate number.
Needless to say, 'van in the alley' might have been a hard search otherwise, but she found it easily enough, scowling as she approached the driver's side window to the sound of music, or at least a series of notes and vocals that humans 'called' music. Glaring into the window before reaching up and knocking.
Time: 7:56 PM. Place: Superbabes (Parking lot)
"HEY!" she shouted as the music lowered and the window rolled down; a young human, relatively handsome, and with bangs covering his eyes smiled at her.
"Great! I'm starving." He said as she shoved the bag through the window, almost punching him in the face. Luckily, he dodged; that was rather impressive for someone who appeared not to be able to see through his hair.
"Here take you-" Blue Lantern began, practically ready to drop the bag in his lap when… something rather peculiar happened. Okay, not peculiar, snargle fragging BIZARRE. How it happened, no one, not even Orders, could say… but it did. Blue Lantern wasn't high enough to think it was just her tripping out.
The bag suddenly sparked, and then it was on FIRE!
"SNARGLE FRAG!?!" she screamed in horror. She wasn't the only one; the young man inside the van released a rather unimpressive scream of girlish terror. Reacting rather than thinking, Blue Lantern yanked the bag from the van and hurled it aside; it flew through the air, crashed against the brick wall, and exploded in a shower of fire, ash, and sandwich fixings.
"Aw, man… my sandwich!" he moaned as the remnants of the sandwich burned like it had been soaked in grease. They stood awkwardly for a moment, over the surprisingly pleasant smell of burning food… until it wasn't so pleasant.
"…Well, that's Fragged…" Blue Lantern said, "Come again." She added as he looked at her incredulously.
"What? But my sandwich…" he said sadly, pointing to the burning sack.
"I don't know what you expect me to do about it." Blue Lantern shrugged. "I didn't set it on fire." Which, while accurate, was rather rude. So she left him aghast in the van as he added.
"But I already paid for a sandwich…" Blue Lantern promptly ignored him before heading back into the lounge, as Giganta did the same. Demona watched placidly from the poker table. Stargirl and Red Lantern had apparently returned to the floor.
"Is it normal for bags of food to explode?" asked Blue Lantern lazily as Demona chuckled, but Giganta stared at her.
"What?"
"The bag I gave to that customer combusted in my hand." She said lazily, "I was curious if that was normal. Giganta stared at her incredulously.
"No. Hon, that is not NORMAL." She said, sounding increasingly impatient with the shockingly white women as Demona laughed. "Did you offer to give him another?"
"No. Why would I do that?" Blue Lantern replied incredulously as Giganta's big hand slapped her face exasperatedly, rubbing down to cover her mouth and glaring at Blue Lantern.
"…So this is what it feels like," Giganta mumbled as Blue Lantern raised an eyebrow. "Take him another."
"What?"
"TAKE HIM ANOTHER SANDWICH," Giganta said as Blue Lantern tilted her head.
"Why-"
"BECAUSE YOU SHOULD." Said Giganta, looming over her as Demona LAUGHED. "SUGAR." Blue Lantern scowled. "Obviously, you take him another sandwich. And Apologize." She knocked the counter twice with a huge fist, and after a second, another bag slid across the counter. "I am not in the mood to deal with you. Fuck around, and find out what happens if you keep screwing around." She said, her normally soothing southern belle nature apparently enduring the stress test.
Blue Lantern scoffed as Giganta went back onto the floor, "…BOMBAX."
"You heard her. Fuck around and find out." Blue Lantern glowered and scoffed.
"This planet-…" she mumbled, snatching the bag from the counter and stomping back out. The van was still there. The young man was looking at his phone, apparently contemplating sadly ordering another sandwich. "Tch!" …Blue Lantern, misunderstanding what she was told to do, interpreted the instructions as followed.
Apologize, fuck around and find out. That, along with her own annoyed frustrations… escalated.
BAM!
"AH!?" the young man screamed again as she slammed a fist on his door, catching his attention. "Huh-wah?!" Her hand wrapped around the back of his head and yanked his face towards hers. "MMGH?!" Her forked tongue pushed into his throat, coiling and thrashing as his eyes rolled under his hair. "BWah…"
Her tongue flicked out of his mouth as she pulled away, brushing his lips as she leaned back, grabbed the door handle, and opened the door. She threw the bag onto the dashboard; this time it didn't explode, before pushing into the van. "Ahh?!"
"Come here." She growled as he squeaked and tried to escape the busty and attractive albino woman, scrambling into the back of the van that inexplicably had a mattress in the back of it.
"Wait-wait-wait, I only ordered the sandwich-" he said, but swallowed as he flopped onto the mattress, and she shut the door behind her by hooking her heel on the handle and pulling it before crawling after him like a feral animal…
Sluutavan's do tend to go feral, but there are extenuating circumstances for that. Oddly enough, Blue Lantern's lifestyle would normally give her a less likely chance to go Feral. Thanks to her hedonistic nature, her heightened state of inebriation would mean she would not experience such a degeneration of sexual need. Meaning: Less likely. Incidentally, Officer Ukyo, her metaphorical exact opposite, is in a similar position as a more 'modern' sluutavan; socializing appropriately, among other things, means she also has a lower chance of it.
Doesn't mean they won't, of course; enough stress, boredom, drugs, booze, lack of entertainment… would make any Sluutavan crack under pressure… this is not one of those cases. This is just Blue Lantern not quite understanding human phrasing and just deciding to frag this idiot.
That's 'frag' as in the commonly used Space translation of 'fuck' not 'frag' as in killing him with a grenade… despite how that previous bag of sandwich exploded.
"He-Hey, are you listening?" he said, even if she mostly was distinctly not… standing on her knees in the back of his van, she hooked her finger into the clasp of her strap top and tugged it down. "Uh…" Unsurprisingly, he was stunned by big bouncing breasts right in his face. She smirked, highly confident that he wouldn't complain now. Which was accurate; he was young, by Earth standards, and she was beautiful, by all standards.
She also doesn't DO verbal apologies. Her Public relations handles those; she prefers a more 'hands-on' approach.
"Hmph. Easy." While he was distracted by tits, her hands rested on his grey Batman shirt before sliding down to his pants, shoving her breasts on his face.
"MMGh!"
"Quit your complaining, you know you want to." Blue Lantern said haughtily, "As you came here for the food." She added before putting her weight on him, feeling his face between her big breasts as he moaned contentedly. "Now then…" she slid her pliable breasts down his chest, ass in the air and hands on his lap as he stared down at her… she assumed she couldn't see his eyes. "Let's just finish getting you off so I can go back to my snargle fragging job." She snapped scornfully.
"But I really did just want a sandwich…" he said piteously as she glowered at him and he shivered, as if literally frozen in fear.
"What is your name?"
"Joel?" he said uncertainly, as she said, rather frankly.
"Shut your grox and fuck me, Joel." She said coldly and… he couldn't really argue with that. And who would really want to. His mouth shut as she grabbed his stretchy waistband. "Now then let's get this SNARGLE FRAG!" she snapped as his massive pornstar cock slapped her in the face after being freed of his pants. "Does everyone on this Fragging Bombax of a backwater have a cock the size of a tamaranean?!"
She means an ACTUAL Tamaranean, not a tamaranean's cock. Those tend to vary.
"What? Can't handle it? Well, we can-" Joel, to his credit, tried to get out of it, but his cock was too hard, and he just offended a lifestyle hedonist.
"Can't HANDLE it? Do you know who you're talking to, you ANAK'IN!?" which is sluutavan for 'Backwater Hillbilly'… or at least the equivalent of it.
"Blue Lantern?- Wait, what did you call me? EEP!" She grabbed the base of his cock, before slapping it with her other hand as she challenged it to a duel. It wobbled in her grip as she glared at him, before grabbing his hip and yanking him towards her as she sat on her legs; his cock slipped between her big, firm breasts as she squeezed it firmly between them.
"I've handled LEAGUES of more impressive cocks than this!" she said, before sliding her breasts up.
"OOOH!" and down. "Haaah…!" he shivered as her firm but impossibly soft breasts tightly squeezed around his massive human pornstar cock. Twisting her breasts as she stroked him, his legs stretched out behind her as he sat on her lap and took his tit-fucking like a champ.
A lucky, fucking champ.
Blue Lantern glared at the young man as his pre-cum oozed from his tip; her nose twitched as the rising stench of pre-cum slithered up her nostrils. She absently licked her lips as her breasts bounced faster and faster, then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. Funny thing was, she didn't even realize it. Maybe the lack of deliveries was messing with her SLuutavan mind, her split-tip tongue slithering and slathering around Joel's cock as he moaned reflexively, bucking his hips into her bouncing chests as his pre-cum oozed on her tongue.
"SLURP!"
"Ooooh!" Joel shivered on her lap as his cock vibrated in her mouth; his hands clawed the mattress in the back of his van as he struggled to maintain his control and not blow a massive load all over her face.
"Mmn! Mmn…" Blue Lantern's lips slurped on his tip, leaving it streaked blue. "Mmn-MMn?! MGPH!" she slurped off his cock, her shockingly white face just a little flushed after losing herself to instincts. "Filthy little Anak'in." She wrapped one arm around her breasts, lifting them up and down around his big fucking cock. Taking her other hand, and resting the tips of her fingers on his glans, sliding them up and down around the tip of his cock with a spiteful sneer on her pretty face. "If only I wasn't STUCK here on this stupid, meager little backwater. I could be sucking off the rich and famous, but NO. I have to shake my bombax for you!-Wha?"
Joel's cock shivered between her breasts as she bounced them up and down, like a rumbling volcano ready to erupt as Joel gasped and hissed.
"No-no-no!" Blue Lantern pulled her hand away JUST in time… to regret her choice. "No-! DANG IT!"
"SNARGLE-BLURGH!?!" and promptly took a spectacular BLAST of semen directly to her grox. "MGH! SPLUT!" she flopped backward, releasing his cock from her breasts, but that didn't stop the eruption. "A WARNING would have been polite, you bombax!"
"WHAT are you saying?" he replied, confused. She kept saying words that sounded like something out of a board game or a really weird cartoon.
"Can you not HEAR me? You Anak'in! I-Are you still hard?!" She stared at his risen meat tube; it twitched eagerly for another round despite unloading a cannonball of semen on her face… and his roof, and his new mattress. Blue Lantern stared at the rigid THING before her, then licked her lips slowly. "…Snargle FRAG…" she grumbled and sat up; the lower half of her costume fell away as she lined her slit up with his tip.
"Wa-wait a second-oooooooh." Joel groaned as Blue Lantern snarled, hands on the roof and pushing down onto his lap. "Oh!" she grunted, bouncing up and down, hopping on her feet as she rode him, her big breasts swinging up and down, bouncing together as his seed dripped off her face onto her breasts. "Oh! Oof!! UGH!"
"Keep me entertained, Anak'in!" she snarled, red eyes rolling as her tongue flicked from her lips and spiraled around her face, scraping in his semen as she moaned, "Haah! Aah!" lowering her hands from the roof of his van, rubbing them around on her chest, squeezing her tits as Joel pushed up into her. "Aah! Ah! AH!"
Pushed my be understating it, his hips were bucking but the mattress and the shocks of his van was probably helping his upward thrusts. His hands grabbed hold of her waist, "Ah! Haa… Slow down-!" he grunted.
"Do not TELL me what to do!" Blue Lantern snarled back, but her body tensed up, "Aah!" Her eyes rolled as she slammed down on his cock, "Oooh! Oh…" taking all of it inside her as she spasmed, a look of ecstasy on her face as she shivered her obvious orgasm. "Mmgh…" Joel twitched inside her and under her as she rolled her hips on his lap, "Haaah… Ah?" Joel, having had quite enough of being man-handled, decided that if he was going to have a beautiful woman with big tits and a tight pussy forced onto him, then he might as well enjoy her. "Snargle-FRAG!" she gasped as he rolled her over, pinning her down on the mattress by grabbing her big breasts. "How DARE-YOU!?" she gasped, shaking as he pulled back and slammed into her body. "You-ou-oooo…"
Her breasts bouncing in his hands, briefly, before he pulled them away and pressed them on the mattress under her arms as she reached up and clawed his biceps, gritting her teeth as he spread up, pounding against her hips over and over, driving her up the mattress. "Haaah!!" she howled erotically, writhing under his thrusts as he suddenly buried himself into her body, feeling her insides shivering around him as she reached up and slapped him lightly. "Beastly little Bastich! AAH!!" gasping again as he sat up, lifted her hips, and pounded her. "Aha! Ah! Ah!"
"Yo-You wanted this so you're going to take it!" he declared, with as much spine as he could spare… most of it was being used to fuck her as hard as he could.
"Aah! Ah!!" Blue Lantern howled as he slapped her tits! "AH!? You! OOH!" he did it again, her body arching and shaking in orgasm before he fell onto her, driving into her hard. "Aagh! ARGH!! SNARGLE! FRAG!! AH!!" Her hands clawed his back, grabbing his hair, shrieking her pleasure. Their legs twisting together as Joel drove his cock into her body, falling fully onto her. "Oooh!" gasping and tearing faint grooves in his back as she tensed and shivered under him, feeling him bury his cock into her body and pumping a heavy load of semen into her. "Haah… ah…" he pushed off of her, breathing heavily and soaked in sweat as he kept himself balls deep inside her.
Joel sighed, finishing inside her and pulling slowly out of her tight Sluutavan pussy as she gasped softly, taking a deep breath, before slapping the tip of his cock with her hand. "Bastich-AH!" he slapped her tits back, and she slapped his cock again. "Stop that-AH!" he slapped her breasts once more.
"Stop hitting me!" he said as they slapped each other's hands and he covered his erection. Trying to shield it from her irritation.
"Ugh! Little savage." She grunted before rolling over, "…Snargle frag." She groaned, her legs lacking strength as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her ass bobbing against his hands. "Give me some space. And don't touch my bombax-AH?! AAH!!" Joel grabbed her hips, pushing his cock against her folds before slamming into her. "HAaah!" shivering in orgasm again as he reached out and grabbed her hair. "AGH! Ah! Ah!" shaking as he yanked her back into his thrusting hips. "Oooh!!" Her upper body lowered, but he pulled her back up, bouncing her off his hips. "Aah! Ah!!"
Joel pounded into her harder and harder, his other hand smacking her bombax as she yelped angrily. "Ah! You little fragger! Bastich! Anak'in! OOH!!" she howled, her back arching as Joel kept punching her cervix with his pornstar cock. "SNARGLE FRAG! FRAG! FRAG!!" she howled, dropping to the mattress, hands clawing at it as her legs stretched pushing her hips up but Joel kept fucking down into her, laying on her back as she flopped flat only for him to keep fucking her, nibbling on her ear, as he grunted like a beast. "Ah! UUGH! OOH!! MGH!" biting down on the corner, howling as he sped up his prone-boning. "FRAG! FRAG!! SNARGLE! FRAG!!
"Aarggh!" Joel slammed into her body as she twitched.
"MMGH! MMgh!" he kept bucking his hips as she shivered before he ripped out of her tight Sluutavan pussy, his hand cracking on her ass, grabbing her hip and rolling her over. He straddled her chest as she breathed heavily, his hands grabbing her breasts, pushing them together as he stroked his cock with them. Slamming his tip against her chin. "Ngh!? Mgh-Ugh…" she grunted, her red eyes spinning in her sockets as she grunted. "UGH…" gazing at his cock slamming between her big white breasts, "You… Bastich." She grunted up him. Tiredly groaning as her mouth hung up and her split tip tongue flicked on his tip as he stroked in and out of her breasts, his hips pushing beneath them and pre-cum oozing onto her chest.
"Hah! Aah… ha! AH!!" Joel pushed his cock deep into her cleavage as his tip smacked her chin and shot a shotgun blast over her face. "Haa…"
"NGH! Frag…" she gasped as he soaked her lips with seed. He pulled his cock away from her face, oozing and dripping cum between her tits as he smacked his limp noodle of an empty flesh tub on her chest.
"Haaah…" Joel flopped onto his ass, between her legs. Blue Lantern groaned, and steadily felt them again before raising one and putting her foot on his chest, hooking a toe in his mouth. "Mmgh?" Then she kicked him away. "GAK!?" he grunted and hit the floor. "Ah!"
"There. Now we're done." She said, "You're welcome…" Joel's eyes assumedly spun in their sockets as he groaned tiredly.
"…Can I eat my sandwich now?" he said as she grabbed her clothes.
"I assume so." She replied, her face soaked in semen as she scoffed, stuffing her tits back into the strap. "Well, enjoy your meal. Don't let it explode again." She said as he moaned dejectedly.
"That wasn't my fault…" at least not on purpose. Blue Lantern then pushed open the back of his Van. "Ah!? Hey!" he covered himself as she stepped out, mostly pristine, but with a face full of cum. "Warn again."
"Whatever, Anak'in," she grunted as he mumbled back.
"It's Joel." But she slammed the door in his face. "…Well, at least I can eat my sand-" but as he looked to his superbabe branded bag. A particularly handsome cat had it in his mouth… it might be Joel's bangs covering his eyes, but for half a second he SWORE that cat had two tails. "Ah!? My sandwich!" With a mischievous twinkle in the cat's eye, it leaped out the STILL open window. "Why?" he moaned tiredly, "WHHHHHHHHY?! I just want a sandwich…"
Time: 8:44 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Where in tarnation is Elinor?" declared Giganta irritably, hands on her very big sex hips as Demona scratched the chin of a stray cat… licking its lips of sandwich fixings.
"Outside." She replied as Elinor entered, "Inside." Her face covered with semen as she declared rather dismissively.
"I have fucked around and found out." She said, rather pleased with herself in a haughty, smug way as Giganta stared at her incredulously.
"…Did you have sex with him?" she asked rather coolly.
"Or did you perhaps find a roving band of perverts?" Demona said lazily as the cat purred with her scritches.
"You told me to apologize to him." Blue Lantern said lazily, "I don't really DO apologies even if something was my fault." Giganta crossed her arms under her chest, imposingly, as Blue Lantern shrugged dismissively
"I see… Elinor, sugar, come with me for a second?" she said, rather Southern belle sweetly, as they walked into the locker room.
"Oh? Are you giving me-" they entered, "My cut Ronnie-Bell-AAGH!? AAAAH!! SNARGLE FRAG!!"
There was a loud, audible crash as Ronnie-Bell dusted her hands, walking out of the locker room with a satisfied smile on her pretty face. "Wash up good, hon!" she said cheerily before eyeing Demona, petting the cat. "…Is that yours?"
"You could say that," Demona said as the cat rubbed his head in her hands.
"What's his name?" Ronnie-Bell asked, joining in on his petting as he purred.
"Grandpa Tybalt," Demona said absently as Ronnie-Bell chuckled.
"Interesting name," she said. "Cute little guy."
"Um… Excuse me?" They looked at Joel, his hand covering his eyes, along with his bangs, "…Could I try to get one more sandwich? Please?... my first one exploded, and the next one was stolen… by a cat…" Demona and Ronnie-Bell turned to the cat, 'innocently' purring up at them as Ronnie-Bell smiled.
"Sure, Sugar, give me one second." She said, standing upright, "And you can look, hon; we're all decent here." She added as she heard Elinor cursing spitefully in the shower. "…Most of us."
End
I know it's been awhile for the main series but I've been busy, plenty of pictures, and Superbabes Commissioned chapters in between :D Almost done with #7s, and next up is Freya... wait... what's that?... oh no.