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It was Gotham early in the morning and Orders yawned as she stood up from her counter to head home for the day, take a long nap, and come back… at least she was until the phone rang. Her eyes flashed and she rubbed her eyes before picking it up.
"What do you mean she's missing?"
Raven, who was on the other end, cleared her throat and coughed wildly. She had been sick for almost a week. "I mean…. I… damn it, stop starting conversations two sentences in!" Orders rubbed her purple eyes exasperatedly. "I haven't seen her for days now. I'm starting to get concerned…"
"Well, we're not having a city-wide orgy so good news there."
"Orders..." Raven sighed, before violently coughing again. "I'd go look for her myself, but I don't want to get off my bed… also can you have someone bring me soup?"
"I'll find her." Orders replied, "How hard can it…" her eyes flashed, and her mouth hung open… THAT vision… was a new one. "Fuuuuuuck…"
"You just had a vision didn't you?" Raven asked flatly as Orders rubbed her forehead, groaning quietly not only from the pain but from the sheer… insanity.
"…I need to make another call." Orders grumbled, "I'll take care of it and-..." she hesitated. "…I'll send you soup."
"Thank you." Mumbled Raven as Orders hung up.
The purple-eyed boss groaned again, "…Isabella." She mumbled as a plainclothes Izzy, Loose T-shirt and knee-length shorts, came out of the locker rooms about to head home and froze.
"Eeee-yeah? Boss?" she mumbled hesitantly.
"You're free tonight right, I need someone to cover Veronica's shift." Izzy visibly groaned.
"Oh come ON boss it's my night off!" Izzy replied exhaustedly, with a slight petulant whine "I have a DnD game tonight." And since her last game was canceled on the account of a slight case of 'Joy exhausting their game master', she was hoping to actually play this week.
"I'll do it." Circe replied, slipping in from the floor and dropping off tips. "I'm free." Orders' eyes flashed at Circe and, unwilling to spend time to convince 'Zatanna' for an extra shift, just rolled with it. She was already going to have more than a few headaches in the next few minutes she didn't want to discuss labor laws with Circe, AGAIN.
"Fine." Orders replied waving a hand, "…Izzy, go to Alice's apartment and drop off some soup." She said as 'some soup' slid across the counter with the picture of a sultrily winking Catwoman stamped on the disposable container. She then marched into her office and casually shut the door before she walked over to her desk. Taking a key from her pocket, one of many on a ring, she slipped it into the locked bottom drawer and opened it before taking… something from it.
Whatever it was, it was distinctly alien in design, circular like a disc, but jagged on top and smooth on the bottom with half a dozen little piano-like keys neatly set around the edges. She flipped it over briefly to see a piece of blue electric tape with numbers written in sharpie. 44211- and half a dozen others between 1 and 6… she put the device down on the table, and poked the respective keys. After half a second a blue light fizzled from the device… revealing a face.
"I got a job for you." She declared calmly.
Later that Night
Orders walked into Superbabes as calm and casual as ever. "Evening girls." She said casually before dropping off her things in her office and sitting down at her counter. "Did you go home at all?" Circe walked past her as she smiled sweetly.
"Yes. Had a bath, a couple of energy drinks, a nap. I'm good to work." She winked a (slightly-twitchy) teal-colored eye confidently at Orders before heading to the front. Circe did seem to be a little more… energized than usual. Orders snorted, watching her walk onto the floor. She admired the woman's work ethic, but it was a little misplaced. She had just turned in her seat to activate deliveries for the night when her eyes flashed and she sighed… she rubbed her temples, and once again casually went about her night.
Orders had just gotten comfortable when (B) Vixen walked in from the floor and pressing her hands on it she leaned against the counter. "Soooo where is she?" she smiled serenely. "I say she's in Vegas."
"You know my opinion on gambling." Orders replied grumbling, "And I have no intention on settling bets."
"Oh come on…" whined Vixen sultrily, or at least less petulantly than Zatanna this morning so it sounded sultry. "Please? Pretty please?"
"Did she say where Veronica is yet?" smirked an interrupting Catwoman (I). "My money's on area 53."
"Area Fifty… seriously?" Orders growled quietly, "Gods damn it…" she sighed, rubbing her temples. "…At least tell me you meant area 51."
"Nah. That's the scapegoat area where they get the loonies to blame everything on aliens. Area 52 is where they keep the actual aliens." She smiled teasingly. "Area 53 is where they have the orgies."
"...Are you being serious?" Orders stared at her stone-faced. She could see the future and she wasn't sure if Catwoman was being serious or not.
"Eh. Mostly." Catwoman replied with a nonchalant shrug, "…Honestly because it's Veronica, I kinda believe in my own made up story."
Oddly enough nobody could argue with that logic.
"50 bucks says she was abducted by aliens." Livewire declared confidently, strutting out of the locker rooms as her big blue booty wobbled exotically with each step of her black high-heeled boots.
Orders just sighed as Circe returned with tips, and without missing a beat swatted Vixen's big black behind making her jump upright with an 'oh!'. Rubbing her rear as Circe grinned at Livewire and dropped off her money on the counter. "You always say its aliens." Livewire raised a well-groomed eyebrow over her pretty blue face, then gestured to the rest of her curvy blue body in silence. "Good point." Circe replied as Orders pointed to the floor.
"WORK. GO." She said slowly as Catwoman, Vixen, and Livewire giggled and walked onto the floor. "…Livewire wins." Mumbled Orders under her breath as Circe gasped excitedly.
"No kidding!"
"Shush… I got someone working on it right now. In the meantime-" she rubbed her forehead, her eyes flickering "NGh… lay off the energy drinks they're bad for you… and you act weird when you've had too many."
Circe just smiled, "Well… in this job I need the energy." The sexy implications were all there but Orders head hurt too much to care, "…wait, how do you 'have someone working on it?'" but Orders didn't answer, she was already reaching for the phone.
Time: 7:37 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring Ring-click
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Yeah, Hi, how you doin? Hey, is that sexy Starfire working today? My buddy just got-"
"No, she's not. She's unfortunately unavailable."
"Ah damn… he'd love that freaky babe. Uh… hey can you recommend something? It's sort of a special occasion an-"
"One Circe Meal. A greek gyro with garlic fries."
"Yeah sure, is she hot?"
"What sort of stupid question is that?"
"Right. Sorry. Uh. One of those… uh... please. Delivered by Circe and all that."
"We expect her back within 60 minutes or less or the police will be informed. You will be charged on completion of delivery, name and address please."
Meanwhile.
"You know it might be the Bluecow talking, but I never realized how hilarious it is for you to keep a straight face when you tell people off." smirked Circe as Orders sighed.
"You got one."
"You got me one." grinned Circe as Orders shook her head exasperatedly.
"Look, I've already have a lot to deal with tonight, so give me a break and go burn off that energy." She said as the food slid out and she slapped the receipt on the bag. "Off you go." She pointed to the back door with one hand and took a pain pill with the other as Circe picked up the bag and headed out the back. She did have more bounce in her step than usual… Bluecow gives you wings. She practically floated into the car before double-checking the receipt, driving off into Gotham
She was a girl who loved the water, but she would try to avoid swimming in Gotham harbor at all cost. Partially because of the alleged bodies that the Gotham underworld regularly dropped into it. The Falcone family alone must have deposited a fifth of Old Gotham in the '40s. Allegedly of course. Still, apart from the alleged bodies, there was also the smell of factory and rotten fish. Really only the Penguin would frequent the docks willingly.
Still, she drove to them regardless and watched several of the ships moored in the dock floating up and down. She checked the receipt, but it wasn't a mooring number. So, there is that… but that meant it was one of the portside properties…
She walked down the docks, passing a couple of bars, a pool hall… then stopped at one of the motels. Dockside room Rentals. She double-checked the address then walked right in. She found a bored-looking bald man behind a counter now framed by bars, reading a book. He didn't even bother to look up as she kept walking and headed up the steps to the second floor.
Ignoring the grunting sounds in room #1 she walked towards number 2, put on her prettiest smile and raised her fist to knock loudly before declaring, "Superbabes."
Time: 7:56 PM. Place: Gotham Docks (Dockside room Rentals Room #2)
"Special Delivery Service." She placed her other hand on her hip as she waited for the door to open and she didn't have to wait long. It popped open to find a man in a suit tie and suspenders, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her in.
"Oooh you're a pretty Doll!" he declared as she grinned, he took the bag tossing it onto the small table in the room. Before placing his hands on her shoulders and shoving her towards the grungy bedroom with a murphy bed. "Stay right here! He'll be here soon." He said, pulling out a pack of cards from his pocket and heading back to the table.
"You know-" she began, about to tell him the clock is running... but he shut the door and she blinked at it. "…Haa…" she sighed and had a seat on the murphy bed… if she was going to be a 'present' she should at least be presentable. Crossing her legs as she leaned back… looking sexy.
It was barely a minute before she heard noise in the other room. "Joey!" cheered someone new as the man she met laughed happily.
"Tony! Oh!" she heard the distinct sound of man hug and back slapping as they were joined by a couple of other voices. "Its good to see you! How was the joint?!"
"Eh same old same old. Fat Steve and Skinny Steve say hi. But let me tell you Tony… after four years I'm going to love having a room all to myself!"
"Ha-ha… about that Tony." Laughed Joey as she brushed her dress and smiled prettily, "…You won't have it to yourself quite yet." The door popped open as 'Joey' jerked his head inside the room. And a new man walked in looking like a typical Gotham gangster. Fedora, trenchcoat, tie, slacks the whole uniform.
His rather craggy, stubble-covered face softened and he cooed like a practical joke was just played on him. "Oooh! Joey!" she almost imagined him saying 'you scamp' but she just smiled prettily and waved with her fingers.
"Four years Tony!" Joey replied, "…You tucker yourself out. Me and the boys will start the cards!" he clapped an increasingly grinning Tony's shoulder then pushed him the rest of the way in, shutting the door behind him as whoever was in the other room started laughing good-naturedly.
Tony eyed her, then grinned charmingly revealing a missing tooth and a couple of chipped ones. His nose, broken at one point twitched as he sniffed the air. "You smell pretty good."
She smiled playfully, "Not the first thing men say to me when they see me…" she said, getting off the bed and approaching the lug as he pulled off his coat revealing suspenders as she ran her hands over them.
"Well I haven't had a woman since I got locked up…" he replied, running his hands over her curves. One hand sliding over the curve of her ass and up the back of her one-piece green and gold dress, lifting it over her cheeks as he swatted her cheek with the same hand.
"Oooh."
"And I'm going to catch up on what I missed!" his hands began squeezing and sliding over her body, fondling at her ass cheeks as she squirmed in his rough grip. Lifted on her tiptoes she gripped his suspenders for balance, yanking on them subtly as she wiggled under his roving hands. "Oooh I'm loving this body!" he slid his hand around, sliding it down the front of her body into her black thong, finding her pussy and slipping his callous fingers inside. "Ha-ha… never been with a doll like you!"
"Haa-aah…" she gasped, shaking suddenly as he rapidly jabbed his fingers in and out of her, "Uuuuh!!" she clung to his wrist as his arm jackhammered away back and forth against her, "Ugh-uggh! Ugh!!" her knees rattled as her mouth opened. Her orgasm hit her suddenly and unexpectedly. "Haaa-aaah!" she gasped, her eyes rolling up into her head as her arousal slipped down his fingers as he pulled out…
Her underwear clung awkwardly to her legs until he yanked them down further and they dropped quickly to her ankles. She clenched her teeth painfully as he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and tilted her head back, she hissed slightly until his pussy-soaked fingers pushed between her lips and pried her teeth open, her tongue instinctively swirled around them swallowing her sweet-salty taste. "Aaah-GULK!" her eyes widened as his fingers pushed in deeper almost tickling the back of her throat, her lips wrapping around his knuckles as he grinned like a schoolboy playing with a new toy…
She then remembered that he was CLEARLY a gotham thug… feeling his knuckles bump against her teeth had certain implications that briefly worried her. "Guck-guck-guck…aah!" he finally pulled from her mouth, leaving her gasping for air. Holding his fingers an inch from her lips her tongue darted out to playfully lick against them, "Haa-mmn…" wrapping her lips around his finger tips and sucking as she gazed into his twinkling eyes until he pulled his fingers out with an audible pop.
"MMN!" he pulled away, yanking his suspenders down over his arms and loosening his pants as they dropped to the floor. "I need to get in that mouth!"
"Yeah?" she cooed as he stroked his average-sized cock in his wet hand, and pushed the top of her head down with the other as she got to the floor. Spreading her legs apart as her ass sat on the brown carpet. "…Been awhile since a woman did this for you huh?" she teased, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. He sniffed and squirmed uncomfortably as he gripped her hair a little tighter, pulling her face to his cock tip as he rubbed his junk over her skin and across her tongue like a girthy window-wiper.
"Dolls are for playing with…" he said smirking as he slipped his tip over her upper lip into her mouth before stuffing. "Uugh! Mmn!" he slid deep into her throat, establishing earlier that she didn't really have a gag reflex made it easy. "They like to be played with." He added with a growl, yanking down her top and getting a handful of her breasts as she bobbed her head back and forth uninterrupted.
"MMmn-mmmn-hmmn-mmmn…" his head rolled back on his neck as she moaned, his craggy face stretching increasingly into a broad grin as his cock twitched in her mouth. "MMgh! MGh! Mmn…" she twisted her head slowly, left and right as she rolled up and down, worming back and forth as his hand still held a tight grip on her hair as her movements made the golden earnings tinkle.
"Keep going doll, you're doing good."
"MMMn-Hmmn!" she moaned playfully as he sighed, glancing down as she winked up at him. Tony had a bit of a gut, her face kept bouncing off it. He grinned down at her through clenched teeth, grabbing at her head with both hands.
"Got to love a doll that loves being played with!" he hissed before her head became a blur up and down his cock.
"MGH-mgnh! Mngh!! Mnghg! umgn-!! mGH!!!" her eyes rolled dizzyingly in her head as she was face fucked. Only Tony wasn't moving, her head and neck were doing all the work.
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!
The door rattled and she jerked to a sudden stop, as he held her head down on his pulsating length. "Mmgh!? MMgh!" she moaned around his cock as he slapped her cheek lightly to quiet her as she inhaled his shirt and stomach.
"What?" he replied with a pretty annoyed wiseguy tone.
"Getting kinda QUIET in there Tony!" cheered Joey with a few teasing hoots from the others in the room. "Come on you aren't talking to the doll are you?! Doll! You ain't just all talk right?" she could practically see the obnoxious smile on Joey's face through Tony's gut and the door.
"Bwaaah!" she gasped as Tony yanked her abruptly off his cock, saliva dripped off his shaft and tongue as he rested it on her face. "Haa-haa…" Tony swatted her cheek lightly as she groaned, "I'm sucking dick!" she declared angrily as the guys in the other room snorted with laughter. Apparently not expecting a response at all.
Tony however finally let go of her hair, yanking her to her feet and jerking her dress down from her tits, and practically throwing it to the floor as she feebly shoved it the rest of the way, before he shoved her towards the door with a thump. "Ugh!"
"Let em here you doll." Tony crooned, pushing her cheek against the door firmly as he pinned her arm to the small of her back with his other hand as his cock found the entrance to her pussy.
"Haa-aaah!" she shuddered as he slipped in slowly at first before ramming her up against the door with another THUMP. "HA-AAH-AGH-AAAH-AAH!!" a steady undulating cry of erotic porn noises squealed out of her mouth as it hung open, "Aha-AH…" her feet scraped the carpet as she was repeatedly jammed against the rattling door. Then… she decided to sell it.
"FUCK ME! OOH! BABY! FUCK ME!! SO GOOD! OOOH!!" her other hand clawed the wood of the door, "Oh fuck me harder!" The door suddenly rattled rapidly as multiple hands slapped against it, the cheers of the men in the other room hooted and catcalled.
"Make her talk Tony! Make that Doll talk!" cheered one of them as Circe's voice drowned him out.
"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum all over that BIG! DICK!" Her tongue slid over the door as his hands pushed her harder against it, "HAaa-aaghh! AAGH FUCK! MEEEE!" she whined as Tony grunted hard, slamming against her, pushing her up the door.
"UGH! UGH!" he buried his cock into her… then abruptly pulled from her body and rested it between her cheeks. "Haaaa!! DAMN!!" he finally let go of her face and arm, squeezing her ass cheeks with his hands as his hot load sprayed abruptly across her back.
"Ha?!" she jumped, "Haaa.." glancing over her shoulder as he slowly ground against her body, sliding his length between her ass cheeks as cum oozed from his tip and dripped down her back. He continued to squeeze her ass cheeks playfully, laughing good-naturedly as the hoots from the other guys finally died down.
"Oooh hoo… that was good doll." Circe smiled prettily at him before Joey hissed through the door.
"Hey Doll if you're done with Tony we got a few poles you could lick!"
"Too bad! Cause she's licking mine!" Circe sighed but smiled good-naturedly as she was yanked from the door by her hair and pulled to her knees. The boys laughed but she opened her mouth as he slipped back between her lips, "Come on Doll… oooh that's it…"
"MMn-mmn…" Circe's tongue swirled around him as she dove up and down, ignoring the cooling feeling of cum on her back as he bucked back and forth until his cock twitched up against the roof of her mouth and she was jerked abruptly off his length again. "Haa…" he rested his throbbing length against her face as her tongue flicked against his balls subtly. His length bounced off her face, slowly twitching as Tony caught his breath then pulled her to her feet again. "Ugh… at least warn a girl-WHOA!" she was HURLED onto the murphy bed as Tony crawled over after her.
His bulk spread her legs as her back clung to the mattress, there were no sheets, "Haa-Aah-MMNGH!" he covered her mouth and slipped back into her pussy, she squirmed erotically, "MMGMNH!" Moaning into his hand as he rammed his heavy body against her, "MGH! MMGh! MMGH!!"
…A normal woman would… disapprove… of being held down and fucked by a gotham thug like she was a sex doll… but she was too busy climaxing to argue with herself. Grunting like a boar in heat he rammed into her over and over, not even looking at her, the rhythm of his thrusting hips and creaking murphy bed mingled together over her erotic moans of pleasure through his hand.
"MRhg! Mngh! MMNgh! MMNHG-hmmn!"
"Umn! Umn! UMn! UMN!" grunting and grinding, steadily he thrusts against her as her legs thrashed on the bed. Steady, relentless thrusting was boring… but it was still getting her off.
"MMGMH-MMN!" her body rocked up and down as Tony grunted, putting his whole weight on top her her. COMPLETELY misinterpreting the fact that she climaxing, not trying to get away.
"Hold still!" he hissed, "Hold still doll I'm almost DONE! TIGHTER THAN BLACKGATE!" he sneered as he jammed his cock into her spasming body once, twice, thrice… "OOOH!" he howled his release but amazingly he didn't cum inside…
He abruptly pushed off her, pulling himself from her tight insides. His cock wobbled warningly, then burst across her stomach, chest, and face as he crawled quickly over her, taking her hair in hand as he held her head steady. "Ooooh…" she stuck out her tongue and closed her left eye as a load sprayed across it…
She panted like a bitch in heat, as her tongue hung from her mouth, gazing up at him as he heaved desperately for breath then rolled onto his back on the bed. She slowly sat up, feeling significantly stickier than normal, but oddly enough she felt it was because of the murphy bed. "Get down there doll give it a lick." He added exhaustedly, as she blinked at him with her good eye before he grabbed her head and pulled her to his crotch.
She gave his cock a few tender kisses and playful licks but he was on borrowed time… literally, his hour was almost up and he wasn't getting hard again. Just enjoying the sensation of a beautiful woman licking his crotch like it was covered with peanut butter… finally, she pulled away and spat on it, giving it one last kiss then got to her feet.
Tony scratched his belly as he watched her cum covered body glance curiously around the room… only to frown finding now shower. She sighed exasperatedly, remembering the bathroom was in the other room and grabbed her clothes… opening the door.
"OOoh look at you!" whistled on thug
"Shake it doll! Shake it!" Joey cheered
The third goon, grinning from ear to ear, waved his hand in front of his face watching her cum covered body walk to the bathroom. She passed behind Joey who managed to swat her ass HARD as she passed, but she kept her stride and a stoic face.
She shut the door to the tiny bathroom behind her and managed a sigh before she slipped into the grimy shower and turned it on full blast only to get a trickle. "Pheew." She sighed, but she did her best… her best took a little longer than expected there was no water pressure. But she toweled herself off as Joey elbowed his way in to take a piss…
Finding herself trapped now in the closet-like bathroom she at least managed to dress herself before opening the door as Joey flushed… but didn't zip up, grinning at her hanging dong as she smiled serenely at him. "Hey Doll, how about you help me put this away?" She nodded slowly, then grabbed him, TIGHTLY, around his cock. "ERP!"
"…Hows about you quit fucking around and pay up?" she twisted and he squirmed satisfyingly in her hand in response. Whimpering painfully she abruptly booted him out of the bathroom with a crash to the floor. The other thugs laughed at his misfortune as she tossed her purple hair and smiled at them.
"Alright. Who's paying?" they pointed at Joey as she chuckled, "Let me rephrase, SOMEONE pay." She then took her boot, and dropped it onto Joey's junk as he squeaked. She kept that serene smile on her face, licking her lips hungrily as she watched the other two squirm painfully. When it came to getting paid for her work, Circe was as greedy as Orders… and when it came to causing pain, as a nurse in training she was an expert at it.
Joey, squirming under Circe's heels, finally managed to pull a fresh stack of bills from his pocket as she bent over… putting her weight on her leg and pressure on his shaft. "UUgh!"
She winked and pulled the bills from his loosening grip as she pulled away, "Thank you. Bye boys… order again." she added already making her way to the door as Joey clung to his crotch. She walked out like a queen, heading down the stairs and outside just as the sounds of sirens pierced the air and squad cars came barreling down the street.
6 Gotham cops leaped out of their cars as she washed her hands of the affair and quickly walked away as "This is the police! Joey the Jerk! We know you're in there! You're wanted for armed robbery! Come out with your hands up!" Oddly enough, now she felt like the stack of bills in her boot was now burning a hole in it, making her casually walk away faster back to the car.
Time: 9:01 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Phoebe walked in as Orders waved her to the counter but before Phoebe could speak, Orders got up. "I got to take care of something first." She said as Phoebe frowned… Orders walked into her office and quickly walked out with a solid gold bar.
"Holy shit!" Phoebe gasped but most of the other girls seemed uninterested that Orders was walking around with a gold bar… apparently, it was a common sight for the older girls? Or at this point, they just don't bother to question their boss. "Where did you get that!?"
"Shush." Orders said frankly and walked outside just as an ungodly roar of a motorcycle echoed from the parking lot…
"WEEEEEEE!!" cheered Veronica as she leaped off the black of the truly impressive and intimidating motorcycle as Orders pointed to the Superbabes. "Hi Orders!" she said cheerily and no worse for wear… but she still smelled.
"SHOWERS. NOW." Orders said firmly as Veronica pouted, "Don't make me get the paddle."
"…You're not my mom." She replied sheepishly, but stubbornly. Then she submissively strolled inside Superbabes regardless, covering her backside with both hands in case Orders changed her mind abruptly on getting the paddle.
"We'll have a talk about accepting rides from strangers later!" Orders added firmly before turning her attention to the pale bearded man as he lit up a cigar and snuffed the flame with his fingers. His ruby red eyes gazed at her coldly, but he grinned with the cigar between his gnarled teeth.
"Well babe? Does the Main Man deliver or what?"
"Yes yes. Thank you as always." She held out the gold bar that he snatched greedily from her hands. "I trust there were no problems?"
"Naaah." He replied before glancing over her shoulder and winking lecherously at a watching Phoebe and a smiling Veronica who waved back. "Easiest job I had in cycles." His fingerless gloved hands gripped the handlebars of his ride. "You call me if you got more work… or eh… he-he…" he lecherously gazed at Veronica's ass seconds before it vanished out of sight. "…You need someone to keep her entertained for a while…"
Orders snorted but stayed silent as he roared quickly out of the lot, leaving a trail of flame where his tires were. Speeding so quickly it was almost like he flew away. Orders snorted, covering her mouth and nose as she rolled her eyes… she hated the smell of burning space fuel.
"He really needs to fix that exhaust." She replied before turning back into Superbabes to find an aghast Phoebe at the counter. "What?" she asked frankly, sitting back down and separating her cut.
"You had a solid gold bar!" Phoebe replied indignantly.
"Yes. He doesn't take normal money. It's great… in a way." She mumbled quietly, "Anyway. Good work. Go home."
"What? No, I can work."
"I needed you to cover for Veronica and Veronica is now, here..." Orders replied, "Go home. SLEEP. Lay off the energy drinks." She added concernedly.
Phoebe pouted, "What was she even doing anyway?" she replied gesturing to Veronica who was singing like a dosney princess in the shower. "Doesn't she need to be disinfected? Come on Orders I need the work." she whined petulantly...
What? everyone else was whining petulantly today why not her?
"You do not but you make a good point-USE THE STRONG SOAP!" she shouted as Veronica whined petulantly in response... but obeyed regardless. Orders sighed rubbing her head, in the end she didn't really want to argue with such a hard worker… "…Fine another hour, but I'm not giving you overtime, and go bathe you smell like a harbor." Phoebe smiled, and went to join Veronica in the shower… listening to Veronica's singing next to her, but it seemed Veronica herself couldn't remember the words to the song and just made words up.
In fact, one could say they sounded alien…
End
How you doin? Circe gets some mugs. A certain Galactic bounty hunter makes an appearance, Veronica has an out-in-space orgy because it's Veronica. And NO. Orders is not from space: she's (meta)human, born and raised...