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"Is it me or are the guys ordering us getting weirder?" asked Starfire as Black Canary did not even look up from her make-up magazine.
"I am not nearly drunk enough to have this conversation with you." She replied dismissively as Starfire pouted at her. Huntress, casually playing poker with her sighed with a kind smile.
"Alright I'll bite. What do you mean?"
"I mean they're not nearly as fun…" Starfire sighed, "I remember when I got entire frat parties!"
"Give it time. It's summer vacation after all…" Orders replied, looking bored as her eyes glanced into the main room. Everyone's home, nobody is leaving their houses… makes it hard to order a psychotic slut like you. Nowadays it's only the really weird ones, lonely rich ones, and a few foreigners…" the girls stared at her. "…Like I said, give it time… a week or two."
Huntress put down her poker hand, thinking about it for a second. "So she's complaining about the fact that she's having less sex than usual?"
"Or at the very least less cock…" grumbled Black Canary, closing her magazine and tossing it onto the table. "Either way, I'm not nearly drunk enough to deal with that." Her big breasts wobbled in her corset, framed by the black leather jacket as her fishnet stocking legs strutted towards the floor.
Starfire pouted and put her cards down too, resting her pretty red haired head in her hands. "…Is it a week or two yet?"
"No." Orders noted as Catwoman (I) her suit zipped all the way up walked into the lounge as Black Canary took her shift.
"Can I-"
"NO." Orders interrupted as Catwoman laughed, Starfire pouted, and Huntress, realizing that Starfire was no longer playing poker with her gathered up the cards.
"But I haven't even-" Orders suddenly slammed the hilt of the Veronica paddle on her counter like a judge gavel, not even looking up from her magazine as Starfire pouted. "Booo…" Catwoman laughed and began depositing her tips onto the counter before unzipping, lowering the zipper further and sighing as Orders inspected a particularly… wet dollar bill Catwoman had pulled from her cleavage.
"Sorry… it's hotter than Superman out there…" she noted apologetically, "And I'm wearing leather." She added as Orders nodded slowly with a sigh.
"…Alright… close the back door then." She sighed, "…I'll turn the AC on." There was a collective, but playful, cheer as Orders scowled to herself, "At least it might cool Starfire's loins… Catwoman shut the back door and after Orders made a brief trip to her office… there was a collective sigh as the AC was turned on.
"Wooo!" Catwoman smiled as Orders grumbled back into her seat. "Thanks Orders."
Orders just grumbled, eyeing the sweaty Catwoman. "Go wash that sheen off if you're so-" but her eyes flashed, "Ngh… never mind." She mumbled, reaching for the phone as Catwoman groaned.
"Ah come on-"
Time: 7:21 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Click
"Hello-WE JUST TURNED IT ON!-Superbabes. We Deliver."
"What was that?"
"Don't worry about it. What would you like?"
"The… catwoman meal? For delivery please."
"…That's extra crispy chicken legs, an extra crispy flank of fried fish, and a basket of seasoned fries."
"Yeah, thanks.
"Anything else?"
"Delivered by… Catwoman. Please."
"Very well-"
"Uh… does she take special requests?"
"…I'll let her know."
"But I haven't-"
"VERY well, we expect her back in 60 minutes or less or the police will be called. Please give me your name and address."
Meanwhile.
"You got a weird one."
"See! They are getting weird!" declared Starfire abruptly, "Ow!" Orders hurled a soft plushy at her forehead.
"Don't interrupt." So soon enough the food slid out as Orders pushed it towards a surly Catwoman, standing in front of one of the AC vents trying to cool off as best as possible without completely stripping. "One Catwoman special." She said as Catwoman sighed.
The Catwoman special was when they wanted her to roleplay... usually with whips.
"Another? It's so weird… why don't they just want to have regular sex?" she picked up the food, "…Should I take the tools?"
"He might appreciate it." Orders replied as Catwoman took a quick detour to the locker room… and walked out with a leather whip.
"Alright. Back in an hour…" she replied, strutting out into the parking loot and heading towards the car. She tossed the food and the leather whip into the passenger's seat, before sitting down and heading off into the city towards the diamond district.
The Diamond District was such a strong name, shame most of it was grimy and sketchy. Sure the Iceberg lounge is a 'hopping joint', and there are a few hotels and tall looming apartment complexes, but most of the residents are in the less then impressive buildings.
She found the one she was look for, it was tall but cheap looking at least twenty floors and in need of fresh paint. She pulled into the nearby lot, glanced up, then grabbed the food and gear, heading inside. She got a few odd looks but she found the elevator straight away, pushing the button to head up to the 10th floor.
She sighed, fiddling with the rolled-up whip in her hand as she wandered the hallway until she found the apartment, raising her hand and smiling as she adjusted her cap with her hand then turned it to knock loudly. "Superbabes."
Time: 7:39 PM. Place: Diamond District (Dingy Apartment Building Room #1004)
"Special Delivery Service." She waited, and waited… she raised an eyebrow and was about to knock again when it popped open. "…Uh…" she stared at the man in blue pants, light blue shirt, tin badge and a officer cap… "…Officer?" He was blonde, early thirties or late twenties, unshaven, but he looked fit, neat and tidy.
He took her hand, glancing left and right then dragged her inside. He shut the door behind her and smiled, "D-don't worry about this it's just a costume." He said, gesturing to the officer uniform and looking at it there were a few signs that it wasn't real. "So… uh… about my request?"
"You want me to hit you with this?" she asked, raising the whip and smiling as she turned into his quaint and neat little apartment. Kitchen living room, bedroom and bath… a nice place for a lonely bachelor.
"What?! No… uh…" he coughed, then pulled from his pocket a pair of hand coughs. They looked real enough… "Uh… Take me hostage?"
"…Huh…" she dropped the whip, and put the food on the nearby kitchen counter before taking him by the shit and smiling. "…I think I can work with that." She grabbed a rolling chair from a nearby computer desk. It had a long spine and was PURRFECT for some restraining…
She rolled it towards the middle of the room then tossed him playfully into it. "Oof!" he smiled as she snatched the handcuffs, then taking one hand he put it behind him, then the other, catching his wrists into the restraints so that he was 'tied up' with the spine of the chair. She zipped all the way back up… Lithe and sensually, she strutted back around the chair, slowly, letting her shapely backside wrapped tightly in her black leather suit draw his gaze as she strutted around to stand in front of him… popping a hip as she stared him down. Her nose upraised and a subtle sneer on her face.
"MMMn… Now… why don't you be a good boy… and tell me where the key is?"
"Key?" he blinked surprised, as she ran her fingers against his cheek, then smacked him lightly across the face. "Ah!" he grinned lazily but coughed, trying to restrain his giddy laughter.
"Don't play dumb with me…" she purred enticingly, "The KEY… make it easy for me and tell me where it is." She purred, going with the floor. In point of fact she wasn't much of a dominatrix… but she'd had one or two men to 'take them hostage' hence the 'Catwoman special'…
Something about the whip and leather, she kind of understood but it was still a little out of her expertise. She worked with what she had.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He replied, getting into Character as she leaned forward, her breasts in his face as she pushed him back against the chair.
"Ah-ah… don't lie to me, this kitty has claws…" she raked her 'claws' across his cheek, "And I can do some pretty nasty things with them…" she hissed sensually. "Well…" she turned suddenly, facing away from him as he gazed at her ass. "…I suppose a little torture is necessary…" suddenly he got a face full of ass…
Resting a leg on one of the arm rests and putting a hand on his head she shoved his face between her leather wrapped cheeks. "MMn?" she chuckled as he churned his face into her cheeks. "Ha-ha-ha-ha!" she chuckled darkly, grinding her ass against his face, knocking the cap to the ground with her hips. "MMmn! What was that?" she teased, yanking his head back. "You're going to tell me where the key is?"
"NEVER!" he declared dramatically, "MGPh!" and got another face full of ass.
"MMn… I hope you like it… I've just recently used the litter box!" she chuckled, letting him motorboat her leather cheeks as she twerked subtly against his face. "HMPH!" she pulled away as he took a breath, "Had enough yet?"
"NEVER!" he grinned happily, "I'll never talk!"
"Oh?" she glanced down, bending over to gaze between her legs at him. "…But you're speaking VOLUMES here…" she reached for his crotch, getting a fistful of his junk as he groaned. "…I'll ask your friend…" she stood up, and strutted majestically like a model around the room, stretching and displaying her body before she returned… undoing his belt and suddenly yanking away his pants…
His tearaway pants…
"…Really?" she asked, letting them drop to the floor as she cocked an eyebrow.
"The last time I did this I learned a few things…" he replied sheepishly, "But I'll never tell you what those things are!" he grinned, his cock throbbing in his underwear as she bent forward and smiled mischievously into his eyes.
"…Oh… I bet you will…" her hand leaned back towards his crotch, his throbbing bulge obvious as she let her hand linger close by, her fingers barely dancing on the clean tightey-whiteys. "You see…" she whispered, as she pulled her hand away, leaving him twitching. "I got a few tricks of my own…" she stood up, and grabbing her zipper… she slowly let it flow down her body… inch by inch the zipper stretched apart, her big round breasts pushing it up as it went to her navel… "MMMn!" she moaned sensually as he squirmed, staring at her pristine porcelain skin as she smirked, her red lips parting in a sensual gasp. "Ahh…" as she stopped the zipper just above her crotch before sliding her hands up her body and cupping her tits. Squeezing them firmly as her head rolled on her neck…
He panted eagerly, his underwear stretching from his waist as his cock throbbed for release.
"…If you're a good boy, and tell me where the key is…" she cooed, wiggling and worming in place. "…I'll do something nice for you…" she licked her lips seductively as he bit his bottom lip.
"MMMGH!!" he groaned, not saying anything, bouncing happily in the chair as his cock managed to jump out of the waistband of his underwear, already spurting a droplet of pre-cum as Catwoman raised a foot and- "Ha-aaah!" he gasped, feeling her step on him gently as she leaned back.
"Ahh…" sliding her right hand into her suit, "Ahh-aahh…" and churning her fingers inside her pussy. "MMMGh!!" her high heeled boot slid up and down his underwear rubbing against his shaft as she wildly fingered herself, leaning against the kitchen counter for balance as she shivered. "Haa-aha-aah…"
She shivered wildly, climaxing on her own fingers as he watched in awe, his length twitching against the flat of her boot as her moans steadily lessened. "MMgh!! mMN! MMgmnnn…" she smirked softly, before biting her lower lip before pulling her foot away. Pulling her hand from her crotch, she waved it in the air as if brushing away a foul scent. She leaned towards his face as he gazed into her cleavage, panting eagerly as she waved her sticky hand under his nose. "See that?... That's just a taste. Ah-ah." She teased, pulling her hand away as he stuck his tongue out. "Nooo…" she teased, pulling away… "Where's the key?" she repeated.
He clenched his teeth tightly and almost whined, but smiled happily, leaning back in his chair.
"…Alright…" she leaned forward, and slipped her sticky hand into his underwear. "Ahh…" she gasped, gazing into his eyes, not looking away. "Feel that?" she purred silkily, her fingers slick with her arousal as she slid them gently up and down his length, "That's just a TASTE of what I can do for you…" his arms twitched wildly as the handcuffs clinked. "Where is it? Where's the key?" she cooed, her tongue stretching out to flicked close to his face but not touch, darting back into her mouth as he leaned forward, giggling cruelly as she gently stroked him.
There was no real friction, just the tips of her fingers brushing up and down his trembling shaft. Avoiding his glans and pre-cum twisting and spiraling up and down around him like tentacles. "NNgh! MMNgh!" he squirmed under her hand, shaking and twitching as she gently caressed him. "NNGH!! This is torture!"
"Ah!" she yanked her hand away, grinning broadly as he thrashed in the chair, his cock twitching wildly as she suddenly gripped him tight. "NO… noooooo… where's the keeey." She teased, laughing as she felt his strong urge for release but denied him. "Tell me where the KEY is and I'll reward you…" she held his length tightly in her hand until it stopped twitching and she pulled away. "Well?"
"N-Never…" he whimpered, shaking as she rolled her eyes.
"Now you're just being silly…" she noted sourly, then hooked her hands into the edges of her suit, and removed it. Her leather hit the floor exposing her smooth, shapely body as he groaned. "Ah…" she ran her hands over herself, emphasizing her curves. "Alright then… time for my Coup de grâce." She smiled, then tugged his underwear to his knees, then wrapped her hand around his cock.
"Tell me what I want to know… or I'll make you cum ALL over yourself!" she declared with a grin. Up. Down. Up. Down. "Gonna tell me?" she hissed softly as he moaned.
"Ahhhh…" shaking and shuddered, twitching on the chair as her hand started to move faster, and faster. "Haa-aah…" he started to buck into her hand, but she stopped, pushing him down into the seat as she planted her fist at the base of his cock.
"No… bad boooooy." She teased grinning, "You don't get to have fun. Unless you tell me where the key is…"
"N-never!" he whined, "Ahh-aahh-aaah!!"
"Tell me… tell me where it IS." She hissed grinning, "Tell me and I'll keep it nice and neat…" she teased, "Ahhhhh…" she sighed, holding him down with her other arm as she hung her head over his tip, her tongue lolling out and waving over his throbbing cock.
"Ha-aaah-aahh-aagh-FUCK!!" he hissed as she clamped her hand down again and stopped him from blowing his load, "Fuck-fuck-fuck!... That's so GOOD." He hissed, shaking as she denied him again.
"Tell me where the key is…" she cooed in a sing-song voice as he groaned. But said nothing, his hips bucking subtly in her hand. "Tell me." She hissed, "Tell me where that fucking key is…" she snarled, "Ahh…"
Suddenly her hand was a piston, shooting rapidly up and down his cock as he cried out in rapturous undulation as his legs thrashed his arms jerked, "Ahh-aaah! Ahh!" opening her mouth wide she panted, lips inches from his tip as he went stiff, legs jutting out as he screamed his climax.
She suddenly pulled away, yanking her hand off his cock, "Ugh! UGGGH!!" cum shut up and abruptly splattered back down, spraying a huge load all over himself, and her hand.
"Ha-ha-ha…" she laughed, glancing dismissively at the goo on the back of her hand as his tip oozed cum down his length as he twitched, his chair, thighs, and some of his shirt stained with fresh liquid as he went limp, grinning madly as she flicked her wrist, flicking away his cum. "You were a bad boy."
"NGh!"
Her foot stepped on him again, catching his twitching, sticky member between her toes as she slid her foot up and down, perfectly balanced as she rested her non-sticky hand on her hip. Stroking him slowly and firmly. "Come on… where's the key."
"Haa-aahh-aahh…" he went limp on the chair, thrusting into her foot as his cock spasmed. Wildly twitching between her toes as she slid them up and down. She tilted her cat hooded head curiously watching as he twitched and spasmed.
…Yep… she might have broken him…
"…Haaaa…" he squeaked, cum spurting out of his cock as she cupped his glans with her toes. It wasn't nearly as powerful as his previous load, but it practically oozed onto her foot as she cringed slightly… taking it on her face, ass, or stomach was one thing but her foot was going to feel weird later.
"Haaaa…" she sighed, pulling her foot away and standing like she was about to kick him in the face with a classic martial arts movie pose… you know the one. "Geeze… dirty boy." She declared, smiling smugly as he twitched. She stood still for a minute, then promptly dropped her foot onto the carpet, resting on her heel so she didn't 'spill' his cum onto the floor. "Okay! Shower." She smiled abruptly as he blinked dazedly.
"Wh-wha?"
"Sorry… but times up."
"No… it can't be." He whined pitifully but she shrugged.
"Hey come on… you lasted REALLY long…" she said, glancing out the window than to a small clock on the wall. "Time flies when you're having fun and all…" she glanced around then made an executive decision, hobbling towards the bedroom and finding a tub and shower beside it. "Ah! Here we go…"
…It might be the first time in a LONG time that she didn't really need to shower after a delivery, but honestly, she had been sweaty for an hour and she had cum all over her foot so she wanted to feel refreshed.
She enjoyed her clean up, carrying her hood in one hand so her pixie cut short hair was on display as she walked back into the living room. Then she tugged on her cap, and retrieved her suit. The tight leather sliding slowly and sensually over her body, hugging every curve, as he watched. His cock twitching as he gazed at her leather wrapped ass and she turned to him smiling divinely, picking up the leather whip on the floor. Quite happy she didn't have to use it. She was TERRIBLE with it… she needed to get some tips from Green Lantern II… or at least Green Lantern II's friends who could use whips.
"Okay where's the key?" she asked as he was distinctly buttoned lipped. "…Seriously." She said with a smile, "…Uh… hey. You got to pay up you know so where's the key?" he just smiled as she rolled her eyes. "Uh huh. I KNOW what you're doing and I promise you it's bad for everyone if you try it…"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He teased as she laughed, but her cheery placating smile no longer reached her eyes.
"Ha-ha. Okay. It was cute before…" she noted, "But seriously. You need to pay up and I don't have the luxury of trashing your apartment." She added, he just smiled, not meeting her eyes as she scowled. "…I… don't think you understand how this works…" she stated sternly. When he didn't answer, she sighed… "O-kay…" she noted, snapping the whip in her hands. "Seriously. Tell me where the key is."
"Hmph." He pouted childishly, his length twitch as he then grinned…
"…Okay then." She sighed, then glancing around she looked for a phone. "You asked for it." she noted as she walked over to it, then picked it up, dialing in the number.
RING. RING. RING. CLICK
"Left hand bedroom dresser." Replied Orders abruptly before hanging up. She smiled then strutted into his bedroom, spying the left hand dresser and promptly retrieved a roll of money.
His face fell when she returned, counting each bill as she unrolled it. "H-Hey…" he mumbled as she wagged her counting finger at him.
"Hey you wanted to be coy, not my fault…" she said, taking just a bit more than she should. He was being unhelpful, it was a 'being unhelpful' tax… not to mention she might have other deliveries tonight… they'd probably be more physically exhausting then mentally but hey, he was keeping her up. She tossed the rest of the money on the counter with his food and smiled at him before blowing him a kiss. She slipped her pay into her suit, then zipped it up completely. "Okay! You have fun." She declared as his face fell.
"W-wait." He mumbled as she waved, "Wait don't leave me like this!"
"Should've told me where the key was…" she teased. "…Bye." Then shut the door behind her. She inhaled through her nose, then debated going back in to help him… but the door auto-locked behind her. She cringed slightly, but shrugged. "Oh well." She teased nobody in particular, then practically skipped to the elevator.
Time: 9:02 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
When Yaya returned, she found Laura and Jenny sitting on Veronica, lying on her stomach on one of the couches and pouting FURIOUSLY as Orders glared at her, fiddling with the Veronica paddle between her hands as Yaya blinked between them…
"Do I even want to know?" she asked, unzipping then retrieving the delivery payment from her suit. Putting it on the counter as Orders hesitantly dropped the paddle then started separating her cut.
"It's Veronica, do you have to ask?" Orders replied practically as Yaya conceded the point.
After a second of waiting, just as Orders finished separating the money she asked. "So… is that guy going to be alright? I kind of left him handcuffed to a chair.
"It's got wheels." Orders replied practically as Laura and Jenny wiggled on a shifting Veronica. "He'll be fine." She added quickly, "He wasn't nearly as restrained as he looked, besides when someone's desperate enough they can achieve great feats of strength… VERONICA!" she shouted as the super slut of Superbabes froze, struggling to get up with the two bombshells on her back. "You behave yourself or no shifts for a WEEK."
"…aaaw…" moaned Veronica, burying her face into the couch as Laura pat the back of her head comfortingly. Yaya took her money and the whip, putting both in the locker rooms before coming back out and sitting down on one of the armchairs.
"…Alright let her up." Orders noted as Laura and Jenny got off of her and she pushed off the couch, "Go on, shake it on the floor, get your mind off it…" she noted as Starfire moped onto the floor and got to work as Orders sighed glancing at the three. "…One or two weeks can't get here quickly enough…"
End