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"SNIIIIIIIF* aaaaah… new building smell." Smiled Power Girl as she and (T) Vixen walked into the back with Batgirl. The restaurant had recently finished construction and it was their first time back. The restaurant itself had been open for a couple of days, and tonight was the apartment trio's first night back. "...Is that biscuits and gravy? Do we do biscuits and gravy now?"
...A newer and bigger restaurant floor with more tables and walking room. A new top-of-the-line kitchen with exceptional Wayne tech, of course. New second-floor storage with a 'strange new room' sectioned off for the privacy of the two girls who are totally not living up there right now. Newer, bigger lockers in the locker-rooms and LAUNDRY MACHINE for those extra stains, new polished spa-quality showers WITH massage head wands, a restaurant bathroom so clean it was like somebody took a flamethrower to it for sanitation, an expanded parking lot. And a wider, less cramped employee lounge with more couches and a table in the middle of them for late meals, a spruced up poker table, a POOL table, and the massage table off in in the corner…
But the same old Orders, and the same old Orders' office…
"Huh… I expected bigger." Power Girl noted as (T) Vixen pushed her into the locker rooms, Batgirl holding out her hand for her Vanilla shake as it slid out of the polished kitchen and she went to go change.
"Come on, you've been slacking off for a couple of weeks now it's time to get back to work" Vixen noted as Power Girl just grinned with a roll of her pretty blue eyes as they all walked into the new locker rooms.
"Oooh they're so shiny…" praised Power Girl.
Batwoman quickly rushed in looking somewhat out of breath as she went into the locker rooms. "Sorry Orders, it took Ronnie-Bell longer to get home than I thought." She noted, at least living with Giganta saved her a bundle of sitters.
"It's fine…" her purple eyes flashed as she reached for the phone. "…You're right on time."
Time: 9:07 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring* Click.
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Oh excellent, you are open. I would like to order the… Mmn… The Bat ladies and their respective meals please."
"…Oh… very well then. Baby back ribs, various sides and chicken wings with a cup of tomato soup. Anything else?"
"No I believe that will be everything, thank you."
"Very well. Your delivery will arrive within the hour, we expect them back within a reasonable timeframe or you will be charged extra for every hour you occupy our delivery girls' time to a maximum of five. Name and address please."
Meanwhile, once the bat ladies came out of the locker rooms.
"Batwoman. Batgirl. You got one…"
"Am I on the 2 for 1?" Batwoman mumbled thoughtfully as she stepped out with Batgirl, who tossed her empty shake into the trash as she stood in front of Orders' counter. The 2 for 1's were bi-weekly changed, and normally one didn't get a custom order… That cost extra: a LOT extra… only the richest or the stupidest tended to do that.
"We're doing a bit of a reopening special this week. Custom 2 for 1 at the regular price… It won't happen often." Orders noted lazily, handing Batwoman the receipt as Batgirl glanced over to read it. "He probably won't last long anyway… you ARE taking Batgirl…" she added, the cum-addicted red-head easily one of the most insatiable of the Superbabes… Second only to Starfire… potentially Green Lantern.
Batwoman sighed, "Alright." She noted as the food soon slid out, Batgirl took it.
"Go around the back to the employee's entrance…" Orders noted as Batwoman frowned, "If you don't want to draw attention…" she added as together they walked out to the company car parked in one of the company spots. She examined the receipt again as Batgirl watched her curiously, then together the drove off towards Hotel Street…
It wasn't EXACTLY called Hotel Street… but it was where all the lesser luxury Hotels were. Somewhere between 'won't ask questions' and 'the rooms are sanitized' sort of hotels. If you don't want to be afraid of catching bed-bugs and you want to have a hook-up without breaking your credit card you rent a room there.
Batwoman frowned as she pulled into parking… she really didn't want to walk through the lobby dressed up like this. "Okay. Let's find the back entrance." said Batgirl taking the food and getting out of the car as Batwoman remembered Orders' instructions…
Clairvoyance… quite handy.
They wandered around the parking lot until the found a young man who looked like a waiter taking a smoke break beside an inconspicuous door. He glanced at them, then jumped. "Whoa!" he shrieked as Batgirl put a finger to his lips, smiling.
"Hey. Can we take a shortcut through here?" she cooed as he fidgeted.
"…Do you-… is the hotel in danger?" he asked nervously as the girls blinked and glanced at each other. They then smiled as Batgirl laughed realizing he mistook them for the ACTUAL bat ladies.
"What? No, we have a delivery." She said as Batawoman held up the bag of food with 'Superbabes' plastered all over it.
"…We don't want to cause a scene by walking through the lobby." Batwoman replied as he blinked sheepishly.
"…I don't know…" he said, hesitantly as Batgirl grinned knowingly, leaning forward and whispering.
"…You let us through now… and you can give me a tip later." She said playfully, he blinked.
"Don't you mean give me a tip?"
"I know what I said." She said huskily as Batwoman just rolled her brown eyes behind her mask but kept a stoic face. It took the guy a moment to register what Batgirl was talking about, but then after it clicked in his brain, he quickly opened the door. "Back in a while." Batgirl grinned, sashaying into the hallway as he watched their shapely asses disappeared around the corner and found the employee elevator, pushing the button and waiting…
They stood there in silence, as Batgirl hummed absently to herself, tilting in place as her big pawg booty swayed slowly left and right. Once they got into the elevator she began again, as Batwoman absently brushed her luscious red hair with her fingers. They got off on the 12th floor, counted the doors, and finally found #1206. Batwoman raised her hand as they put on the smiling faces and knocked loudly.
"Superbabes".
Time: 9:32 PM. Place. 'Hotel Street' (Room #1206)
"Special Delivery Service." They said, waiting in the hallway as the sound of a chain being pulled out came from beyond the door and it popped open revealing… a very stiff looking man.
He had excellent posture, and he had a pencil-thin but well-groomed mustache. His hair was neatly combed, and he was wearing a very well laundered suit, and he even had a neatly carved polished wooden can. He wasn't fit, he wasn't overweight, he wasn't particularly handsome, or ugly… but it was a nice surprise none the less.
"Please ladies. Come in." he said in a particularly posh British accent.
…Batgirl had to hold herself back from giggling as she strutted into the room, smiling broadly at him as she passed with a calm and casual Batwoman behind her. Batgirl was so used to dealing with (T)Vixen's brand of Britishness, it was somewhat funny to her to hear a truly 'posh' one. (T)Vixen has certain loud opinions of a stereotypical posh brit… but personally, Batgirl was deeply hoping to hear a 'Mmmn-Yes.'
The Brit eyed them both rather earnest approval, focusing on both of their variously sized pawg asses as their ass cheeks wobbled in their tight spandex, entering deeper into the clean and spacious hotel room. It had various necessities and was much like a small compact apartment… A bed, a short table, couch and TV… even a balcony with a view of… well more hotels. But the Gotham skyline was beautiful at night as long as nothing was on fire…
…And its Gotham so that happens a lot…
He followed them in with a slight limp to his right leg, eyes locked on Batwoman's dancer booty as she bent over, putting the food on the low table in front of the couch as they both turned to face him. He lurched slightly to the couch and sat down, gazing at them both. Batwoman on his left, Batgirl on his right…
There was an uncomfortable silence as he looked between them when Batwoman spoke rather plainly. "…Do you want us to do anything particular?"
He smiled, his mustache twitching slightly. "I… suppose you could undress…" he said, as he restrained a chuckle.
Without hesitating, as if just waiting for his order, Batgirl unzipped her suit. Soon enough her modest breasts were on display and she was shimmying her hips as she pushed it down over her pawg booty, standing naked, except of her mask, before him as he gazed at her fit young body. But whereas Batgirl wanted to get to it as quickly as possible, (to hurry and enjoy herself mind you) Batwoman was much more sensual in her clothing removal.
First her gloves, then her boots. As soon as the Brit got an eyeful of Batgirl's smooth naked body he turned his attention to Batwoman as her moon-pale skin showed clearly in the light, she slowly turned as she pushed the tight black suit down to the floor, her toned dancer ass presented to him in a tight lacy black thong.
"MMMn…yes." He said pleasantly, eyeing her flexible and athletic body as she stood in her underwear before him as Batgirl dropped beside him on the couch, grinning as she slipped her hand between his legs. He flinched in surprise at her suddenness but quickly relaxed as she pressed her body to him, rubbing him through the suit as she fawned over him…
Batwoman joined her, rubbing the man's shirt, pulling open his jacket as he closed his eyes, feeling the two beautiful women strip him slowly. He was clearly older than the both of them, and he was thoroughly enjoying the attentions of the younger women, even if he had to pay for it.
"You won't be needing this." Batgirl said, taking the cane from his hand and letting it clatter on the table as they got his jacket off. "We'll take care of everything…" she said, her hand finding his quickly hardening erection… rubbing his cock through the suit as Batwoman's red lips pressed to his exposed neck…
It took a little more effort but the tossed his jacket away, unbuttoning his shirt as Batgirl's lips found his, sensually kissing him as Batwoman removed her underwear… his older 'dad' bod was soon freed from his suit as the girls giggled and tossed it over the back of the couch…
The pants were a little more complicated, but the solution was found by carefully turning him so that he was lying on Batwoman, and Batgirl pulled his pants down. He closed his eyes as the girls gasped… spying his leg and the reason for his limp. A massive, horrific gash ran from his right hip to his calf… "Ah… I hope you don't mind that…" he said poshly before groaning as Batgirl's hand immediately went to her goal, his hard cock…
"Mind what?" she asked, already not caring as she opened her mouth and MOANED delectably, her tongue spiraling around his cock as her head went slowly up and down, "MMmn-mmmmn…mmmn…" slow and deliberate she focused SOLELY on draining his balls, already imagining his salty load in her mouth… her pussy drooling excitedly as he relaxed against Batwoman…
Batgirl lied on her stomach on the couch, her feet dangling over the left arm as her head dove up and down quickly on The Brit's dick, it pulsed and throbbed excitedly between the redhead's red lips… her pawg booty jiggling slightly as she fidgeted… her arousal apparent as her favorite treat was mere moment's away… she could tell.
His head using Batwoman's breasts as a pillow, and her legs as a backrest, The Brit writhed under Batgirl's constant expect tending. "MMMn-mmmn-mmn-mmn…" her slurping and moaning echoing around the room as his teeth clenched, Batwoman's hands rubbing his chest as she watched Batgirl do her work. "MMmn! Mmmn-hmmn!!" she moaned, holding his tip between her lips as her hand stroked his shaft rapidly, her other hand fondling his hairy sack as she gazed at him with her green eyes. "MMMn!"
A look of PURE unfiltered PLEASURE crossed Batgirl's face… The Brit and Batwoman stared in awe arousal as Batgirl trembled… thick gooey semen rushed into her mouth, her hand slowly stroking and caressing his spasming length as she expertly drained out his thick first load… apparently his first load in a long time… her cheeks bulged comically as she slipped her sealed lips from his tip as his cock twitched in her soft caressing hand… he was almost immediately hard again as the unadulterated ecstasy on Batgirl's face as she tilted her head back…
Her hands looked like they were about to cup her face, as if to catch any escaping seed as she chewed, churned, and salivated over his hot cum… she was after all the closest thing the world came to a cum-sommelier… but then again there wasn't a lot competing for the position. Her mouth opened, and her tongue sloshed and churned through the white viscous fluid as he watched in awe. "God I love it…" she praised with a muffled groan before her lips sealed shut again and down it went… "Ahhh…" she sighed, eyes rolling delightedly as if she herself just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm…
"…Capitol." He breathed, staring as her tongue lolled from her mouth and panting like a dog.
"…Yeah… she gets like that." Batwoman said, somewhat amazed and a little impressed that all Batgirl needed for a good time was a mouthful of man goo… that she almost immediately tried sucking more of out of his cock.
"Oooh…" he groaned, shaking as she slurped his length, already rock hard and ready for another round in her mouth. "MMMn… nngh…" he shivered then put his hand on Batgirl's bobbing head, pushing her off as she whimpered like a scolded pet. "If you don't mind my dear… perhaps YOU might give it a try?" he asked, rubbing Batwoman as she raised an eyebrow under her mask, but smiled seductively, lying him down on the couch before slipping off… kneeling on the floor over his lap as Batgirl pouted, watching as Batwoman took her turn slowly suckling his length.
"MMMn…mmmn…"
"Oh dear… MMMn…yes… NNgh!" he flinched as he felt Batgirl attack his sack, her mouth wrapping around both testicles and eagerly slurping them into her mouth as her tongue lashed greedily around his semen makers. Hoping to encourage and extra-large load so that Batwoman could share. His hips bucked weakly into Batwoman's mouth as she slowly bobbed her head, Batgirl eagerly mouthing on his sack as her tongue rubbed against his skin...
"MMmn-mmmn…mmmn…" Batwoman slid her lips all the way down to his base as Batgirl felt his sack quiver excitedly, their tongues coiling firmly against him as he moaned. "MMpgh!?"
"S-so sorry…" he groaned, as his hips bucked against Batwoman's face, her head firmly planted on his cock as a fresh load of seed rushed into her mouth.
"MMmn…" she moaned softly, feeling his cock go limp between her lips as she slowly pulled away. His cock drooped against Batgirl's face, still slurping his sack as she eyed Batwoman, sitting on her legs as she covered her mouth with her fingers. Her cheeks slightly bulging.
"…That was-" he began, "By George!" he gasped as, like a lion pouncing on prey Batgirl leaped at Batwoman, sending both beautiful naked women to the floor. "Are you alright!?-Oh my…" he watched in awed fascination, his cock twitching back to life as Batwoman struggled to fend off Batgirl, failing horribly as Batgirl grabbed Batwoman's wrists, their breasts and crotches pressed firmly together as Batgirl furiously kissed Batwoman…
They moaned together… Batwoman a bit more furious and indignant as Batgirl's tongue lunged into her mouth, scrapping out scoops of semen as it spilled out of Batwoman's mouth. Batgirl slovenly licking up every drop. "MMmn-mmpmn!" she moaned whorishly, desperate for her favorite treat… like a drug addict.
Batgirl suddenly shot up, "Haaaa-aahh…" she sighed, shaking in ecstasy as she smiled. Batwoman glaring up at her, her head throbbing from when it hit the carpet after Batgirl tackled her to the floor. "God that's so GOOOD." Moaned Batgirl as The Brit carefully sat up, lifting his bad leg and placing it carefully on the floor as Batgirl licked her sticky lips.
"Get off me." Batwoman noted firmly as Batgirl pouted, getting off the naked woman as she sat up and crawled next to the Brit as she glared at Batgirl, who just liked her lips again in response. Batgirl however turned her attention to the Brit, her hips swaying slightly as she danced… then, without even being asked she turned around clapping a hand to her pawg booty as it jiggled, she gripped it, and bounced it up and down before bending forward, putting her hands on the table and swaying her ass behind her, before bending her knees, and making it bounce.
Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap…
"Oh…" he replied, staring at her twerking ass cheeks as she made them clap as Batwoman relaxed, wrapping a hand around his flaccid member and stroking it as she added in a whisper.
"Give it a smack, she won't mind." He cleared his throat and raised a hand.
SMACK!
Batgirl's ass jiggled from the blow as she bounced it around in a figure eight, his cock hard in Batwoman's hand as he stared hypnotized as the big white girl booty… then it suddenly dropped onto his lap, his hard cock between her ass cheeks as she lap-danced on him. Rolling her hips back and forth as his length rubbed against her. She lied back against him, her body worming erotically as he stared down it, watching every muscle work its magic. His hands sliding up her waist to clutch at her breasts as she cooed.
"Sucking you was yummy but are you ready for the real fun?" Batgirl cooed enticingly as his cock throbbed between her ass cheeks. She licked her lips again, lifting up her hips as her ass let go of his length, letting it slap against her crotch before she slid it slowly back down, resting on his lap as she ran a hand along it, rubbing it against her wet pussy as Batwoman watch, lying against the arm of the couch, spreading her pale athletic legs and rubbing herself as Batgirl pushed him inside. "Haaa… MMn!" she whined as he wrapped his hands around her waist as she sat upright, wiggling her hips… then bouncing on his lap.
"Ah. Ah. Ah…" she panted softly. Her hair, breasts, and ass, bouncing with every slam onto his lap as he grunted, and groaned, not necessarily in delight either.
"A… a little softer… if you don't mind." He groaned, his leg acting up as Batgirl pouted.
"But I want it…" she whined enticingly, glancing over her shoulder pleadingly at him. Her body dropping down and rolling as her ass cheeks jiggled slightly, her pussy wrapping tightly around his cock as she fondled his balls again, he moaned blissfully as she slipped her other hand between her ass cheeks, fingering her tight ass as she began again. Leaning forward to take the weight off his leg as she slid up and down.
He pumped his hips as best he could, ignoring the pain in his leg as her ass knocked him back to the couch. "Ahh-ah…nnmgh… fuck meee…" she cooed, falling forward, her hand on the table as she bounced on his lap again. "Ah. Ahh… deeper…" her ass dropped down, swaying with his cock balls deep inside her. "Deeper inside me…" Up. Down. Up. Down. Went her ass as she cooed. "I want that hot cum deep inside me…"
Whether through adrenaline or some deep-seated rage at his inept movement, a burst of energy surge through The Brit and he was on his feet behind her. "Ah…" she sighed, still bent over as he grabbed her waist and pounded away at her from behind. "Ah-AH-AH-AH-AH!" she moaned, head rocking back and forth as he reached for her long red hair, grabbing it and pulling her head back "AH!-AH!-AH!-AH!!" her breasts rocking back and forth, her ass rippling with the blows of his hips. "Ugh! Ugh! Fuck me… fuck me just like this! Ah! Ughh!!" he hands clawed the table, clenching into fists as her teeth gnashed together, her body tightening. "Ugh-Ugh! UGH!!!!" she shuddered wildly as he railed into her, his cock twitching as he grabbed her hips firmly and slammed her back.
"AHahhh!!" he gasped, shooting his load inside her as she shivered, already enjoying her orgasm as he claimed his. "Ahh…Ahh…" he slipped from her with a squelch, dropping back onto the couch as she turned, sitting on the edge of the table weakly, and spreading her legs as she began to finger her sloppy pussy, scooping out his load and licking her fingers like a bear with honey.
"MMMn… yummy creampies." She cooed, licking her fingers tantalizingly, "Just like Mama used to make…" she rolled onto her back, her legs in the air as she fingered herself, "MMMn! Want some? Hot and fresh…" she cooed to Batwoman, who was more professional with her semen consumption.
"I'll pass." she replied, eyeing The Brit who seemed a little out of breath but very content with himself. "…How about you?" she cooed, leaning over and rubbing his flaccid, somewhat stick, cock. "You all done?"
He stared at her, filled with something close to a dignified pride. "I believe I have enough in the tank for you my dear…" he replied firmly, rubbing her waist as she threw her leg over him, straddling his lap as she buried him between her breasts, "MMmmn…" he moaned as she slid her lower body back and forth on his cock, grinding her aroused pussy lips on his length as she cooed softly. His hands caressing her gyrating body as they slipped to her ass cheeks, squeezing and molding them in his hands like clay as his cock throbbed hard against her.
"MmmN!" she moaned, lifting herself on her knees as she adjusted him, sliding him inside as she bounced on his lap. "Ah. Ah… nnm!!" she made a show of it, tossing her head, swishing her hair as she raised her hands, her breasts bouncing before his eyes as she writhed erotically on him. Her dark lips parting in erotic panting as she gazed at him from behind her mask, her hands sliding down her pale body to caress her breasts, squeezing them firmly as she went up and down.
"AHH-AH!!" she gasped, shaking as a new set of hands spread her ass from behind, she fell forward, shaking as Batgirl buried her face between Batwoman's ass cheeks, her tongue already slithering and curling into her backdoor. "Ha-aahhh…" she moaned, falling forward and clinging to the back of the couch… "MMMPgh!!" she moaned as her front and back were played with.
"MMmn-mmmn-mmmrgh!" Batgirl growled, rubbing her face between Batwoman's firm cheeks as she squeezed them with her hands, Batwoman still managing to bounce and gyrate on a very cheerful Brit's lap. As he managed to thrust up into Batwoman's writhing body as Batgirl's hand clapped loudly on her ass.
"More…" cooed Batgirl, her tongue spiraling against Batwoman's puckered rear hole before she dropped, licking at The Brit's cock as it vanished pumping in and out of Batwoman. Her lips kissing his shaft as it appeared, her mouth soon going lower to his balls again as he clung to Batwoman.
"Ah-AH-AH!!" she bounced, head rolling back. "Ahhh-AHHHH!!"
Both shaking in pleasure he pulled her down, holding her in place as he groaned, his hot load already rushing inside her as his balls pulsated in Batgirl's hungry mouth as she cooed lovingly around them. Batwoman shivered, her body twitching as she gasped. "Ah…mmmn…" she rubbed her stomach as he went soft inside her, sighing contentedly as she slowly pulled off… "…Feck me…" she sighed, a trickle of semen stringing from her pussy, dribbling onto his cock and onto Batgirl's face… it wasn't there long.
"Ah!" Batwoman was rolled on her back as Batgirl cleaned her face, and the Brit's cock with a swish of her tongue and hands before burying her face into Batwoman. "MMngh!! NNngh!!" she moaned as Batgirl already went to work… World-class head was hard to resist, even harder when your legs are already Jelly. "Nngh! MMMn!!"
The Brit watched as Batgirl ate her 'creampie' face first, slobbering and drooling as she wrapped her arms around Batwoman's legs, holding them on her shoulders as she moaned. "MMmn-mmmn-aahh…" her tongue flickered on Batwoman's clit before she dove back in, her tongue coiling like a thrashing snake as Batwoman moaned in bliss, her hands tightening on Batgirl's mask, clutching at her red hair. "Ah-ah-mmmphg?!"
Surprise cock in the mouth. The Brit sticking his length between Batwoman's lip as she wrapped a hand between his legs, pulling him into her mouth as he bucked back and forth.
"Ahh-haaa…" he sighed, thrusting his hips into her mouth as she drooled in pleasure, not from sucking, from Batgirl's mind-blowing tongue, scraping out the previously load from inside her.
"mMMpghmn! MMN! Ughmmmn!! MMMN!!" she dove onto the Brit's cock, lips pressing against his base as he held the back of her head, moaned… and fell away. "Ah!!" a rope of semen sprayed from his tip onto her face as he bounced on the couch, his head narrowly missing the opposite armrest… "Ahhh…" she sighed… then frowned as her brain registered that she JUST sighed…
Batgirl stopped eating her out. "…Oh no…" she mumbled as the cum-addicted red-head dove onto her, already kissing and licking semen from her skin as they once again sloppily and forcefully made out. "MMnph-mmmn!!" they rolled onto the floor as the Brit tried to watch… but couldn't really move. Too exhausted.
"MMmn-mmgh!!" moaned Batwoman into Batgirl's mouth as Batgirl ground their bodies together, her hand slipping between Batwoman's thighs as she groaned, her hand grabbing Batgirl's wrist. "Stoooop!" she managed to get out forcefully, her face relatively clean of cum as she yanked Batgirl away. "Stop!... Begorrah…" she growled sitting up.
"Oh, you are Irish." The Brit said, pleasantly surprised as Batwoman crawled to her feet, Batgirl clinging playfully to her leg as Batwoman flicked her forehead.
"We're not here for YOUR fun…" she reminded a pouty Batgirl as Batwoman loomed over the lying Brit. "…We're here for yours." She added as Batgirl fondled Batwoman's ass as she sighed.
"I believe I am content." He replied, hands on his stomach as he smiled. "…In fact you girls did more than I expected you too."
"Great." Batwoman replied, pushing Batgirl away. "…Then I need a shower…" Batgirl briefly pawed after Batwoman before getting to her feet and skipping behind her, both making their way to the rather luxurious bathroom.
"I am not taking a shower with you, we'll never get out of here!" Batwoman noted, taking off her mask before stepping into the shower. Batgirl doing the same and getting in behind her. "Damn it…" she sighed as Batgirl rubbed at her body, getting soap and lathering her up as her tongue flicked on her cheek. "Seriously?"
"I can still… get… some CUM… off you…" cooed Batgirl between dog-like licks.
"…How are you freakier than Veronica?" Batwoman grumbled softly. Then… thinking of something to try and get out of Batgirl's embrace so she could ACTUALLY bathe, "…Didn't you say you'd blow that waiter guy?"
Batgirl's tongue stopped mid-lick, still pressing to Batwoman's skin. "Oh yeah…" she said, somewhat muffled as her tongue snapped into her mouth. "…I can wait." And just like that, she was calm… sharing a shower with Batwoman, but calm… she got out first, dried off and strutted nude back into the living room as Batwoman sighed, wringing out her bright red hair as she too got out of the shower.
"And the other girls wonder why I don't like doing 2 for 1's with Batgirl… guess how many times I get tackled by Poison Ivy?... None." She mumbled to herself, returning to the living room as Batgirl absently played with the Brit's now tousled hair.
"You got to pay up you know... if you're done."
"Mmmn yes… mind retrieving my suitcase? It's under the bed." He noted as Batgirl strutted, still very naked, deliberately bending over so EVERYONE can have a look. Batwoman however promptly went to redress as she brought a light travel case to the Brit, he rested it on his lap, opened it up, and retrieved a stack of cash. Flicking through a few bills before handing them to Batgirl.
Batwoman however, half-dressed, yanked them away before Batgirl could claim them. She didn't really mind as Batwoman stuffed the bills into her utility belt. "Thank you for the wonderful evening girls." He sighed contentedly as both girls gave the posh and polite man a kiss on each cheek, leaving bright red and black lips printed on them as Batgirl went to retrieve her clothes.
"Aren't you going to put those on?"
"I have time." She replied as Batwoman nervously walked out of the room with her naked, thankfully nobody saw them make their way back to the employee elevator and headed down to the bottom floor.
"…Wow you get dressed fast." Batwoman noted as they stepped out of the employee elevator.
"Orders locked me in a closet once until I could do it in under a minute." Batgirl noted casually.
"…Yeah that does sound like something she'd do." Noted Batwoman thoughtfully as they made their way out the back to find the same waiter, look less like a waiter, who jumped and stared at Batgirl, his face red.
"…Oh right… come here." Batgirl grabbed his punk rock shirt and dragged him around the corner.
"…Want me to wait?" Batwoman asked as Batgirl grinned, shoving the guy against the wall and getting to her knees.
"I'll be quick, just wait in the car."
"Hey…" he replied indignantly as Batgirl disappeared and the sound of a zipper echoed around the parking lot. "Ooh… Oooooh…."
Batwoman left Batgirl to her tip, and sat in the car, texting Ronnie-Bell who reassured her of her little brother's safety as she relaxed… she was sure he would ALWAYS be fine with Ronnie-Bell as the woman could lift a pick-up truck. But she couldn't help but worry... soon enough the door popped open. The waiter sheepishly waving at a Batgirl a dreamy smile on his face… one could almost see the popping hearts around his head as Batgirl licked up any possible trace. "Kay. Done… mmn…" she licked her lips again. "…Just like my uncles used to make…"
"…Ew."
"…My mom used to bring home a LOT of 'uncles'…" Batgirl noted casually as Batwoman flinched at the implication.
"Eew!"
Time: 10:54 PM. Place. Gotham (Superbabes)
"I do this job regularly. I shouldn't feel dirty just driving in a car with you." Ciara declared as Jackie just smiled mischievously. Sierra looked up from the sports magazine she was reading, it was a couple of years old and had a certain 'Lucia Lopez' draped across the hood of a muscle car in a sexy blue bikini on the front cover
"Jackie stop creeping out your coworkers." Orders noted in a bored 'motherly' tone as Jackie sighed.
"I never get to have any fun." She noted as Sierra rolled her pretty blue eyes and returned to the magazine.
"…This is literally your dream job, Jackie, all you have is fun." She teased as Jackie held out her hand on the counter, a vanilla shake so slid into it. "What the hell did you say to Ciara?" she asked as Jackie sat next to the blonde bombshell and lied against her shoulder.
"Some touchy uncle jokes." She replied as Sierra sighed.
"Oh yeah… just toss out some abusive family member jokes to the only woman we know with an abusive stepfather, that's a good idea." Jackie pouted; she had honestly forgotten about that, it's been a while for her... and unless it involved cum or access to it Jackie normally didn't remember things she considered 'unimportant' for long… it took her two months to memorize the address to her apartment AND she still needed to go home with either Sierra or Britney to make sure she found the way...
Sierra kissed Jackie's forehead and got up, closing the magazine and leaving it on the table for everyone else to look at and giggle at Lucy's old pinups. "Go say you're sorry." She said scoldingly.
Jackie sighed reluctantly and got off the couch. "Fine…" she sighed and went to go apologize to Ciara.
"And MEAN it! Or no clean-up for you after I have a date night with Tom!" That put some pep in her step. Sierra smiled fondly, glancing at Orders who was looking at her sardonically. "…What? Sometimes her tongue is better than a hot shower!"
"…I already invade some of your personal lives accidentally…" Orders noted, going back to running her restaurant. "I surprisingly didn't want to know that…" she added reluctantly before reaching for the phone a moment before it rang.
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