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Orders sat at her desk, taking a deep breath as she prepared herself for the day ahead. The restaurant hadn't opened yet, so she was taking a brief moment of silence before the rest of the girls began to arrive. She leaned back in her chair as she stared at the ceiling, before shooting forward and rubbing her temples. "Nnngh!" she frowned, her purple eyes twitching furiously as the throbbing pain rampaged through her skull "Son… of… a… BITCH!"
"Another Headache?" asked Ronnie-Bell, she just arrived and frowned at her. "…But deliveries haven't even started yet." Orders sneered through the pain as the big red-head entered the locker rooms.
"…It's not ABOUT deliveries!" the phone rang as she yanked it off the hook, holding it to her ear as she roared into it. "What do you MEAN you don't have any girls?!" she breathed heavily as a collection of other girls entered, now looking curious as Ronnie-Bell half-dressed walked back out, looking just as curious. "Don't FUCKING ask me how I knew you were going to say that! You should've hired girls already, we open in two days!" her teeth clenched and she rubbed her forehead, slamming the desk with the flat of her hand as Ronnie-Bell's snapped on the rest of her costume before going to grabbed Orders a painkiller.
"…What do you mean nobody applied!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T ORDER COSTUMES!? Did you send out the notices at all the places I told you to!?" after a long, cold moment she inhaled through her nose and sighed. "You're fired. No. I'm not fucking kidding, if you don't listen to what I tell you to FUCKING do. You're fired." She hung up abruptly and rubbed her head as Ronnie-Bell put down a glass of water and handed Orders a pill, that she popped immediately into her mouth.
"…The HELL was that about?" Yaya asked frowning as Orders glanced at her.
"…I bought some property outside of Gotham." She said, "In a quaint little beachside town in Maine called Amnesty Bay." She sighed as more girls wandered in. "And I've spent the last few months building it up for another Superbabes location." The girls chattered excitedly at the news.
"…Okay but how were you going to make… deliveries?" Ronnie-Bell asked curiously as Orders rolled her purple eyes.
"I wasn't. Unlike here, It was going to be legit. But it turns out the guy I hired to manage the place was stupid and fucking lazy. I scouted specific girls for him to hire, and he didn't fucking contact them. We open in two days, and I don't have any girls there."
"…Why Maine?" Jessica asked suddenly and skeptically as the rest of the girls stared at her. "…What? Nobody goes to Maine."
"It works for Stephen King." Alice noted just arriving and entering with Veronica. "…What are we talking about?
"UUUGH!!" Orders growled, rubbing her head as the girls quieted down. "It was CHEAP and I saw an opportunity! Branch out! have some legitimate business that doesn't involve delivering pussy to well-paying clients!" she hissed, "Maine is BORING, and having sexy girls in COSTUMES would've worked out!" the girls had to admit to that. "Now I have to push back the opening and find some girls, who knows how much damn money I wasted on this!" she counted on her hand, "Food, kitchen staff, publicity… god fucking damn it that ASSHOLE, where am I going to find a bunch of sexy girls who'll dress up in Cosplay?!"
"…Apart from the obvious?" asked Alice as Veronica giggled… then…
"OH!!" she chirped as Orders sighed.
"Oh no…"
"Orders why don't you send us!?" Veronica asked as Alice blinked at her confused.
"…What?" The big titty goth and Orders said flatly together as Veronica skipped through the collected girls and slammed her hands on the desk.
"You send some of us up there for a few days while you look for local girls!" Orders' purple eyes widened slowly as she stared at the sex-crazed redhead.
"…I… suppose… that could work…"
"Uh… yeah. Except it's Maine." Jessica noted, but Yaya rubbing her pretty chin in thought added.
"…But Orders DID say it was a beachside property…" she smiled, "…Beaches? Bikinis? It's really more like a working vacation…" Orders, looking significantly more calm tapped the table thoughtfully as she looked around at the girls present. "I volunteer." She said, raising her hand and pushing a cheery Veronica aside and leaning over the desk, "We can jumpstart the business a bit, Oh! We could even do it in swimsuits for a few days!" she added as Orders' head started to hurt significantly less… whether it was because her temper was down or the painkiller was kicking in she didn't quite care. "WE would know what we're doing, AND we can work our magic on a fresh new city!" she grinned as Orders frowned.
"…But I can't be there to guarantee your safety…"
"Ooh! I still have this thing!" Veronica said, running into the locker room and retrieving an odd little jar with a marble of what looked like blood in a curious liquid. "I still kept it from the last time Orders sent us on a sexy Road trip!
"…Why do you still have that?" Alice asked as Orders glanced around for a moment, her eyes flashing over each girl present as she slowly nodded, clearly thinking. Her purples eyes constantly flashing over and over before she stood up abruptly and shook her head.
"…Yaya. Ronnie-Bell, Katie, Britney, Jessica, Alice… want to go on a vacation?"
"Say what now?" Alice asked as the rest of the girls mentioned chuckled or cheered. "Wait wait. Whoa." Alice noted but Veronica soured.
"How come I don't get to go?"
"You went last time." Orders noted as the pretty redhead pouted.
"Why am I going!?" Alice asked, "And… hello? It is like an 8-hour drive to Maine, probably longer depending on wherever the hell Amnesty Bay is so since we're clearly not going to commute, so where are we going to stay?"
Orders tilted her head slightly. "…Well the building I have does have everything you'd need to live. It's basically this place-" she waved a hand around, "-only smaller. You could theoretically live above it until I get everything sorted out in a few days."
"Okay, but why do I have to go?" Alice added sourly, gesturing to herself. "Do I LOOK like I get a lot of sun? Why do you think I stay in Gotham? It's NEVER sunny here!"
"Because that's a few days without Veronica," Yaya noted, patting Alice on the shoulder as Alice thought about that… on one hand. Peace and quiet for a few days… and no random jackasses coming over to sleep with Veronica and consistently suggest threesomes… on the other hand, she was partially afraid of the state of their apartment if nobody was around to keep Veronica on a metaphorical... and okay, sometimes literal leash…
"And you're going to look GREAT in a bikini!" Veronica cheered, popping Alice's personal space bubble once more and cupping her big goth tits from behind, Alice got a rather placid look on her face, more than used to Veronica copping a feel of her breasts out of nowhere. Squeezing big tits was one of Veronica's top three favorite things to do… just in general.
…Fuck it. She could go without Veronica doing this for a few days.
"Yeah alright sure. When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow… I'll arrange the flight." Orders noted, already picking up the phone.
End of Prologue
Please note: I have NO problem with Maine... but I DO like making fun of Stephen King... even though I believe he IS an amazing Author.