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Vixen
Vixen waved off the girls as they parted from the Gotham Airport, she rolled her suitcase down the sidewalk and smiled as she saw a very familiar car and a very handsome older man waiting beside it. "Ello there sexy…" she cooed as Judge Edward 'Blackbeard' Teach smiled at her.
"Hey there yourself…" she strutted sexily right up to him and planted a kiss on his lips. "Did you have fun?" he asked, taking her suitcase in one hand and her ass in the other as she cooed.
"Not nearly as much as you're going to have, love." She purred as he chuckled, putting the suitcase in the back of the car. "Don't you have people for that?" she asked playfully as he opened the door.
"I do." He said as she slid right in, him beside her as she blinked at him. "Roddy. Raise the window."
"Yes Sir." Said 'Roddy' as the window between them and him rose.
"…Ooooh…" Vixen purred happily, lying on her back as the car began to move, her 'Pirate' loomed over her, pressing his lips to hers and once again as he had done many times before, pillaged her booty. "Are you sure you're allowed to play right now?" she giggled.
"Roddy's one of my old Marine buddies…" grinned Edward. "…He's also INCREDIBLY tight-lipped…"
"MMMn… he's not the only one with tight lips…" she purred as he enjoyed them.
Raven
"I'm back…" mumbled Raven, stepping into her apartment and stretching. "Anyone who doesn't live here permanently, get out before I get my security stick."
"Shit." Hissed someone.
"What does that mean?"
"It means she going to hit us with a bat. RUN!" a pair of young pizza boys darted quickly out of Veronica's room.
"Bye Carl." Raven noted lazily, recognizing one.
They struggled to get their pants on before charging out of the apartment. Raven tossed her things on the couch, leaning into Starfire's room, finding the redhead sitting splayed on the floor, leaning against her VERY sticky sheets as she smiled at Raven with a cum-covered face.
"Hi Alice! Welcome back!" up on to her feet she wobbled towards Raven and hugged her tightly. Raven sighed, inadvertently inhaling what could only be five or… maybe six different guys on Starfire. "I missed you!…" she hugged tightly.
"Uh-huh…" mumbled Raven in irritation... and just a small amount of fondness. "…Get your sheets off and take a shower, I'm not smelling that all day on my first day back…" she said, pushing her bestie and roommate away. "And god help you if you've messed with my shit again."
"I didn't!" smiled Starfire, already dragging off her cum covered sheets.
And to Raven's surprise. She hadn't… was it progress? Or perhaps luck.
Giganta
"Hey little man." Giganta smiled, rubbing Sean's red-headed hair as he smiled up at her.
"Hey, Ronnie! Welcome back! Did you have fun?" he asked, watching the Mad Mauler power slam Johnny Nace through a table.
"…yeah…" smiled Giganta, hauling in her suitcase. "Hey, Ciara, what's for dinner?"
"Pizza." Declared the pale redhead lazily as she sat next to her brother with a bowl of popcorn. "Extra-large…" she added as Ronnie-Bell dropped down next to her on the couch, the two siblings bounced as she smiled.
"Great."
Poison Ivy
"Welcome home Hector!" Poison Ivy cooed as Hector charged into her apartment, eagerly sniffing everything before rolling around on the carpet. She smiled, "Such a good boy! Bast… come and meet Hector!"
Hector's hair stood on end as a smooth furred Siamese cat loomed over him from the window her tail flicking. His hackles bared, her hiss apparent…
"NO!" Poison Ivy frowned at them and they stopped. "Be. NICE." She said firmly, Hector glared at the cat through his good-eye. Before sitting down, and rolling over, sighing softly as she smiled. "Good boy.' She said as Bast dropped silently onto the floor, playfully pawing Hector, who snorted at her… but she dropped down. Watching him thoughtfully as Poison Ivy stroked them both, Hector cooed, Bast purred. "Good… be NICE…" she said, "I'll get you two something to eat." She said, heading to the kitchen.
'…You're lucky she's so hot.' Hector snorted.
'You're lucky I like it when she pets me…' Bast declared back, rubbing her face with a licked paw.
'…Truce?'
'Fine… move over.' She then lied down next to the former stray and purred softly.
Cheetah
She promptly dropped onto her bed and STRETCHED happily in her specially made sheets. "MMMmn…" she hadn't had a marathon of sex like that since her old days when she didn't have the face of a cat… and even then she had a bit of a break in between…
…Not to mention she hadn't had a train run on her in a while either…
"MMMn-mmn…" she frowned, staring at her ceiling, her tail swishing smoothly beneath her as she reached over to her phone. Opening her dresser she retrieved a small wallet of perhaps dozens of business cards and strips of paper, hastily written numbers and names…
She flicked through a few, threw away some others, mostly the business cards before she found a hastily scribbled note, Katlove69 and dialed the number on it… it rang for a bit, when someone picked up the other end. "Hey…" she purred, "Remember me?" she smiled as the excited chattering echoed on the other end. "Well… I'm feeling lonely (and bored)… want a discount?" she smiled. "…I thought so…" she licked her lips eagerly.
Catwoman
"Oh… my… god." She sighed, dropping the USB file of recordings as Orders glanced lazily at it. "How did Grace keep them under control? I didn't even have Veronica with me and I almost lost my mind!"
"Grace was a nanny, so she is exceptional at dealing with children… and idiots." Orders replied casually, she took the stick, glancing at it. "Regardless… good work Yaya."
"Yep." Smiled Yaya happily. "Never ask me to do it again." she added completely exhausted and stone-faced.
"No promises…" Orders noted, already working on the computer "Are you coming in tomorrow, or would you like a long mental break?"
"What? No, I want to get back to work… It will be nice not to keep a bunch of nymphos on leashes and get paid for it!"
"See you on Monday." Orders noted as Yaya yawned and strutted out. Orders rubbed her eyes. Got up. And walked into her office…
Orders
"KYAH!!" she screamed as a tall imposing figured loomed in a dark corner of the room. "SON-OF-A BITCH! Don't… FUCKING DO That!" she threw nick-nacks from her desk at him, he easily dodged them with the most minimum efficiency of movement, watching a few curiously fly by and bounce off the wall behind him as he returned his attention to her.
He knelt down as she breathed heavily. "I already get periodic headaches… I don't need a fucking heart attack!" she sighed, rubbing her forehead. "…Whaaaaat?" she added as Batman picked up a tiny little plush cat. A gift that Yaya had given her from their trip. And placed it exactly where it was originally on her desk…
"Why do you have so many trinkets on your desk?" he asked curiously. "Yet throw them away so haphazardly?"
"Because they're durable and I find myself needing to throw them at certain girls… I'd rather not hurt them, and I'd rather they not break…" she blinked at him. "Was that it?"
"You sent a bunch of your girls to Amnesty Bay…" he noted as she sighed, rubbing her eyes. She had a feeling it would be this. "Why?"
"Same reason as last time… advertising…" she then leaned against her desk. "It's a legit business… I hired local, honest, sexy but not slutty girls." She declared. "Go have a look yourself, I'm sure you will…"
"…If you're so keen on legitimacy why do you do what you do here?" he asked casually, she frowned at him. and jerked her thumb out at the restaurant.
"…Because they need a place to go to be themselves…" she said, "We all need a place to be ourselves… that… and I'm greedy, and I love lucrative business opportunities…" she rubbed her forehead. "And Pretty girls are ALWAYS in demand… Is that it or do you need me to find you someone?"
Batman stared at her, studying her as he often did during their brief 'meetings' and pulled something from one of his many pouches. Placing it on the table. She stared at it suspiciously. "…I'll trust you on your 'expansion' in Amnesty Bay… Aquaman is odd, but a good judge of character…" he said, tapping the card on the counter. "…Go see her about your headaches… she can help you much better than generic brand painkillers."
Orders took the card and read in simple and neat handwriting. 'Leslie Thompkins'. She sighed and slipped the card into her pocket. "…Thank you…" she noted then frowned. "…Two-Face is going to rob the second Gotham bank in 45 minutes…" she said, her eyes flashing. "I'm giving you a head start…" she rubbed her eyes, the headache faint but quickly diminishing. She opened them again and sighed loudly.
"At least just WALK out of here… you just disappearing is a bigger headache…" she noted to nobody as a cape whisked unnoticed out of Superbabes' back door. "…How does he do that?"
End of Super Beach Babes.
And So ends Super Beach Babes, the next Mini-series Superbabes: Beyond, isn't actually story-related, so I guess I should just pick a time another time to post them. And then The Shorts I'll probably do a whole bunch of those at once, they're not very long at all.