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"What are you doing?" Catwoman (II), coming in from the floor for her break, asked Green Lantern (II), already on hers. Catwoman approached her, leaning over her shoulder to see what Green Lantern was lazily doodling on a piece of paper at the poker table.
French = Brielle
British = Britney
Mexican = Lucy, Rosa?
Indian = Divya
Brazilian = Maria
Korean = Jae-Hwa
Greek = Phoebe
German = ….
Green Lantern tapped the 'German' line repeatedly with her pen tip as she tried to think, her hand on her chin as she stared thoughtfully at the far wall behind the pool table. Catwoman waved her hand in front of her uncovered eyes and Green Lantern jumped, glancing up at her pretty smiling face surprised. "What? Sorry."
"What are you doing?" Catwoman repeated kindly.
"Oh… nothing important." Green Lantern replied. "I was just listing off where we come from… Orders has girls from everywhere, so I was just trying to figure out who she doesn't have covered."
"Huh." Catwoman replied as she glanced over her shoulder at the list. "…Lori's part alien. how do you list that?"
"Columbian." Replied Green Lantern frankly, adding it to the list as Catwoman chuckled. "I'm not going to go into everyone's family trees or anything just the easy stuff."
"How about you?"
"I was born in Freeland, Georgia. American." Green Lantern replied quickly. "German is hard… do we have anyone Italian?"
"Laura's got some Italian…" Catwoman replied, "…Half? Maybe a quarter, I'm not sure."
"Should I count that?" asked Green Lantern but wrote down 'Italian = Laura' just in case. "Might as well, although I think it's cheating."
"Joy is Japanese. Sierra was born in Gotham, so she's says…" Catwoman replied, sitting her big booty-ful body down next to Green Lantern as they continued their little 'game'. "I think Ronnie-Bell was born in Smallville."
"I thought she was from Metropolis?" Green Lantern asked.
"She moved there when she was much smaller…" Orders supplied accurately but mostly stayed out of it, doing crosswords today
"So do we have any Germans?" Green Lantern asked as Orders' purple-eyes rose from her crosswords to glance casually at her.
"…Batgirl is descended from German immigrants." She replied casually, going back to her crosswords "But nobody specifically from Germany." She tapped her finger on the countertop in thought but went back to her crosswords.
"Shouldn't you get on that boss?" smiled Catwoman playfully as Orders glanced back up at her as she sighed but answered patiently.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find girls that want to do a job like this?" she then smiled almost affectionately at them, or perhaps sarcastically. "You're all one in a million…" then tapped her temple, "I just have an easier time finding them."
Catwoman shrugged, before returning to Green Lantern's little game. "Does Ola count as Chinese?"
"She's half Chinese…" replied Green Lantern absently as Orders sighed. "Better question do I just go the whole way and say 'black' for us? And do I just start doubling up?"
Orders eyes flashed, and she lied back in her chair mumbling under her breath, "Speaking of doubling up…" she rubbed her forehead, stilling leaning back as she reached for the phone.
Time: 9:23 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Click
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"The Catwoman Meal please."
"That's extra crispy chicken legs, an extra crispy flank of fried fish and a basket of seasoned fries. Anything else?"
"Delivered by Catwoman… just to be clear it's the uh… the one that looks like Bonnie Brownie working tonight, right?"
"…We expect her back within 60 minutes or less, and you will be charged upon completion of delivery, name and address please."
Meanwhile
"Catwoman. You got one." she looked up from the piece of paper Green Lantern was writing on then pushed the chair back with her big shapely behind before sashaying towards the countertop. "They know who you are."
"Who I was?" smiled Catwoman in response as Orders shrugged knowingly.
"If you insist." The food slid out as Orders handed Catwoman the receipt. "Just be careful or you'll have an orgy on your hands… and ass, lips… etcetera."
"Oh how fun." Catwoman smiled, her lips curling almost cat like. "Ha-ha…" she added sarcastically as she picked up the food and headed towards the back door, reading the receipt. "See you later." She strutted to the car, sliding that fantastic ass into the seat as she rested the food on the passenger side floor before hitting the gas, driving off into the night.
She drove to Gotham heights without much trouble regardless of a high-speed chase that was apparently going on nearby with Harvey 'Two-Face' Dent and apparently the Flash. But she had progressively noticed as she drove through the history filled roads that a collection of flashing lights off in the distance was getting progressively closer… and THAT'S where she was heading…
She sighed to herself as soon she could make out numerous tents, like a circus… and briefly wondered just how weird she was going to get tonight… she wasn't above clown sex obviously she worked the 2 for 1 with Harley Quinn a couple of times. But she drew the line at the really freaky stuff…
Of course it was looking less like an actually circus as she passed a gated boarder to a mansion with a massive flat yard, almost like a golf course in size and filled with tents. One big one, and several smaller ones surrounding it…
It was then she noticed the vans. Several of them a dozen at least, a dozen and a half at most… however they all had the same branding on the side. "Honey B's." she blinked at it curiously as she parked as close to the tents as she could, she double checked the address on the receipt and shrugged. This WAS the place…
She got out of the car and noticed the heavy beat of the music echoing out from many of the smaller tents… and realized they were all oddly made. Opposite the front opening there was a set of stairs leading to a backdoor. "MMn?" she glanced at it curiously and peaked through the stair flaps and saw a pair of glittering heels dancing around the center pole of the tent on stage…
She laughed to herself, a tentpole used as a stripper pole. Glancing through many of the openings it was much the same, pretty girls, busty girls, sexy ass strippers dancing on the private stages for nameless men as she wandered towards the biggest tent.
Someone was already having a HELL of a party… so why bother to invite her?
"Hey Superbabe!" she blinked around at the shouter, an average young man in a tux and sporting a big mountain man beard excited the larger of the small tents, it was even a different color, bright stripper pink compared to the other yellow and black tents. He waved her over, "Over here, come on!"
She turned on her heel hearing catcalls and wolf whistles from the large tent and approached him. "Did you order Superbabes?" she smiled as he glanced up and down at her, first her face, then her chest… then her face again… before spinning his finger. She laughed, then did a little twirl on her heel showing off her leather clad ass to him as he nodded approvingly.
"Yeah I did. Wow you really are Bonnie Brownie."
"…No I'm Catwoman…" she purred, "…Get it right or I'll scratch your eyes out…" she teased, running her fingers in a clawed hand down his tux. "Now be a good boy and tell me what the hell is going on?" she laughed as he smirked.
"THE bachelor party of the century." He replied. "And you are the crown jewel of it. He's always been a huge fan…"
She put a finger on his lips, his eyes widened as his bulge throbbing in his tux. "…He's a fan of Catwoman is he? That's Puuurfect." She purred as he coughed, chuckling. "He's inside?"
"Hell yeah." He replied as she tugged him gently aside and knocked on the tent flap… to no avail.
"Superbabes!"
Time: 9:54 PM. Place: Gotham Heights (VIP Tent)
"Special Delivery Service." And she walked right in.
The VIP tent was much bigger than the others giving plenty of space and a private half-moon couch surrounding the black stage attached to the stripper pole, attached to the tent itself and it was currently occupied by an attractive, curvaceous woman…
She had thick legs, ass and bulging breasts… long brown hair tied in a long braid. She wore some sort of costume of a video game character: Lana Craft. Light brown ass hugging short-shorts, hiking boots, a tight blue tank top, fingerless gloves and round sunglasses and she knew how to work her body… Holding a toy gun in one hand and the pole in the other she squatted on stage, gyrating her hips back and forth towards the pole as her big pouty lips suckled on the toy gun, licking in sensually as she gazed at the man sitting in the center of the couch.
A cold bottle of beer in one hand as his crotch in the other he watched the cosplaying stripper work the pole as he cheered happily at the show.
"Wooo! Pop it girl! Pop it!" 'Lana Craft' obliged his demands, popping her ass on her heels as he whistled. Lana Craft stood up, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and yanking it over her big round breast and posing in that classic Lana Craft, facing him with her ass on the pole. "I love ass." He cheered as he drank the rest of the beer bottle's contents. "Harry! Come on man I'm having all the fun!"
Catwoman dropped the food into 'Harry's' hands and approached the lucky groom from behind. Sliding her hands down the front of his chest. "We can't have that can we?" she purred as he looked up and hooted.
…He looked rich, that was her best description of him, neatly cut blonde hair, boyish face… he had a noble look about him and he spoke with a slight upper class, accent like old money. He was good looking, if not a little red faced and heavily drunk.
"Oooh-ho! This one is gorgeous!" now distracted by her body as she walked around the couch, Lana Croft continued dancing absently as Harry put the food down on the couch, sitting himself as Catwoman smiled sensually at the Groom. "…You going to take care of this for me?" he asked as Catwoman pinched her zipper and slowly pulled it down, her beautiful brown breasts threating to burst out with each step as he blocked his view of the stripper.
Leaning forward her breasts in his face, she reached down to caress his growing bulge as his hand rose up to her waist, sliding it down to her ass and squeezing and she swayed her ass with a dancer's grace. "We're going to have a Furrry good time…" she purred as he laughed. Dropping his empty beer bottle as it bounce off the couch and clattered on the tent floor as he grabbed her other ass cheek with his hand and she continued to sway her hips side to side, dancing for him as she ran her hands over her body.
Harry waved to the dancer behind her, and oddly she stepped off the stage towards the couch as Harry pressed a button on the side of the stage. After a moment the hanging lights flickered in a strobe before a sexy feminine voice spoke over an intercom. "Imported from Africa and putting 'exotic' in exotic lands. Sheeva…"
Catwoman, appropriately catlike curious, swiveled her hips in a circle, and sat on the Groom's growing bulged as Lana Craft made herself comfortably next to him, her breasts exposed as she absently rubbed his chest. He kept his hands on Catwoman's ass as the stage flaps flung open…
Dressed in a loose fur bikini and tribal paint an attractive black woman lunged onto the stage, gyrating her hips and a rhythmic tribal dance... or at least like her costume some sort of interpretation of it. Her head flopping about tossing her ponytail black hair, her big ass bulged out of the fur bikini bottom as she popped and shook it, bouncing the fur flap off her big dark brown booty. Twerking and bouncing as she gripped the pole and began to dance wildly.
If she was actually from anywhere in Africa, Catwoman would stop doing cat puns. And that would be Clawful. Harry was certainly enjoying the show as well as the Groom his cock bulge between her leather ass cheeks
Sliding her ass back and forth, left and right… she slowly pulled her suit open exposing her big breass, sensually pulled her arm out from the suit, one after the other as it hung around her curvy waist… then she stood up and caught the Groom's attention again as her big, iconic, brown ass came into view. Her suit sliding down over it as she began bouncing on her heels and making it clap loudly together as she bounced her clothes off.
Then standing straight she twerked like a stripper. Legs and arms straight-CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP! "Ha-ha-ha-ha!" she laughed as she rolled dat ass proper. Giving (B)Vixen a run for her money. Shame she wasn't actually there to compete.
The Groom squirmed as he watched, practically drooling as his eyes glued to that Catwoman's fantastic brown ass. He opened his pants and gripped his thick bulging cock, it was long but thin… Lana Craft seemed surprised at the size. Catwoman was used to it. She turned and rubbed her pussy, licking her lips as she continued to gyrate her hips. Then dropped to her knees.
"Look at the Furrrmidable cock…" she purred, rolling her arms and her tongue on his shaft as she gripped it. "I just want to SUCK it." she hissed through her teeth, then promptly got to it. "MMGH! mMN! MMGh…"
"OOoh… ughh!" Groom squirmed and rested his hand on her head, and the other around Lana Craft's waist. She recovered quickly from Groom's cock size before pressing her tits to him and licking his neck, breathing heavily on his skin as he smiled eagerly. "Ooooh Harry! You're the best best man ever!" Harry just grinned drinking a beer and continued to watch Sheeva. It would be rude not to watch…
Catwoman thrust her head forward onto his cock, taking him into her throat over and over as her big brown ass wobbled tantalizingly behind her. Occasionally twerking just in case he was watching and judging by the twitch she felt in her throat, yes he was.
She kissed the base of his cock before sliding back to his tip, swirling her tongue around him as she gripped his shaft and slowly stroked, smearing her saliva into his skin. The Groom rolled his head back, on the couch and slid his hand down the back of Lana Craft's tight shorts, with some effort, rubbing her big thick ass cheeks directly as she continued to suck and lick his neck.
"mmn…" Catwoman cooed around his tip, before sliding down to the base. "MMGH!" getting his attention again as he bucked his hips reflexively. "MMgh! MMN! MMN!!" she twisted her face in his crotch, before popping off. "Haaa… mmn." She licked his shaft, stroking his throbbing girth against her face. Feeling his hand on her kitty cap. "Do you like that? Want to empty your balls in my mouth?" she stuck out her tongue, swirling it around her lips and lashing against his cock, "Kitty want's her miiilk." She yowled cutely.
However it was at this time that Sheeva decided to do her patented 'ass wave' on her hands and knees, ass facing the Groom, she rolled it rapidly like waves in a storm. Catwoman, sensing Groom was far to stimulated to give her a warning, wrapped her lips around his tip just as his cock pulsed and released his load.
"HAaa-aah!"
"MMMn…" ignoring the rapidly clapping ass cheeks of the 'african' stripper behind her. Stroked Groom's hose like cock as she tugged out his load. "MM-slurp… SLURP…" she bobbed her head rapidly until he went limp in her fist. "Mmn-wah…" Groom tensed up, shaking as Lana Craft moaned. Groom's hand squeezing her ass. "Ahhh…" Catwoman moaned as his cock twitched in her hand. She stuck out her tongue, his thick plentiful load pooling on her tongue. "MMn." She gulped it down and opened her mouth again as his cock twitched back to life in her hand… A trifecta of stimulation recharged him quick.
"Haa." She got to her feet and rubbed her legs, "Now then… want some more?" still fondling Lana Craft's ass he nodded sleepily as she turned around. "I'm told you like ass?" she teased, bending over and clapping her ass cheeks briefly, before sitting on his lap. "I bet you'll really like this…" she clapped her hands on her ass cheeks and spread them… his cock throbbed notedly towards her iconic asshole "Oop!" she teased, feeling his tip kiss her back door, "There we GO!"
Then her ass ate his cock, her big plump cheeks slamming on his lap. Squirming and writhing as Groom groaned. "MMN!-AH! AH! AH! AH!" she bounced her ass HARD on his lap, hefting herself up and down on his cock as he began to buck his hips. Clapping against her ass cheeks as he finally stopped groping Lana Craft's ass to grope her's instead.
Catwoman caught a gyrating Sheeva's eye, and winked, showing her how it was done. Her ass cheeks twerking on his lap, squeezing his cock as she put her hands on the back of her head, her breasts bouncing freely as she moaned over the thumping ass shaking music. "Haa! Aah! Ahh! Fuck my! ASS! YES! YES! OOOoh shit! Baby! MMNHG!! Slam it in my tail hole! Meooorw!" Groom's hands found her tits, squeezing firmly as she laughed, spreading her legs and gyrating her hips again as he bucked his hips.
"Haa-aah-UGUH!" he grabbed her hips, holding her down as she shuddered erotically. Groom turned his attention to a lounging Lana Craft… he gave her big tits a squeeze, "…Get down there." He said frankly.
Lana Craft snorted, but she slid off the couch crawling stripper-like between Catwoman's bouncing body and licking her clit slowly, but not even her round sunglasses could hide her annoyed gaze as she ate Catwoman out. "Haa-laa-ammngh…" sliding her tongue between Catwoman's warm pussy lips.
"UUUUAAAGH…" she squealed erotically, shaking in pleasure as her body spasmed, squeezing Groom's cock inside her ass. "AH-AAH-AAAH-AAAH YES…" she hissed, and popped him like a grape. "Haa-aaah! MMMN!" she rested her hand on Lana Craft's head as she continued to eat her pussy. Groom groaning into her back as his load rushed into her.
"Haa-aah-Aah… ahh… whoooo… MMGH!" he grunted, thrusting up into her body as she wiggled on his lap, laughing melodiously as Lana Craft took her face from Catwoman's crotch, sitting on her thick pawg ass. Pushing her big breasts out as Catwoman sensually stretched off of Groom's cock. She strutted and popped her big wobbling ass cheeks, before smacking her ass LOUDLY with her hand as her thick ass rippled pleasantly. Sending out a ass shaking frequency that hardened cocks in the immediate area.
Harry had been mostly enjoying Sheeva's show, however now his cock was annoyingly hard and Catwoman was strutting proudly, her body wanting more as she licked her lips and crawled onto the couch between Harry and Groom. Hooking her hands on the back and standing on her knees she began to sway her ass cheeks from side to side, twerking and clapping as she moaned.
"Getting my tail hole plugged is fun but I want it in my tight… wet… pussy…" she cooed. "Give me more…" she yowled popping her ass cheeks left and right.
Groom's cock throbbed, however he grabbed Lana Craft's braid and lightly tugged it… she crawled forward and buried her face into his sack, licking them skillfully as she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, moaning and slurping as he watched Sheeva's dance… the stamina on that girl.
"Go on Harry you deserve it!" cheered Groom happily as he rested his hand on Lana Craft's head.
"Don't mind if I DO!" Harry enthusiastically dropped his pants, taking his 8-inch cock in hand and moving up behind her, grabbing her hips and pounding away with abandon.
"Ahaa-aah! Ooh! That's feels PURRFECT…" she rolled her ass as well as her R's, "Aah-Aah-Aaahh… oof fuck me!"
"UUGH!" her ass molded against his waist as he bucked into her, jerking her body back and forth with the force of his thrusts as he swatted her big ass cheeks. "UGH! MMN!!"
"Harder! Harder! Smack my ass!" she cooed, sneering the words through her teeth as his hands clapped onto her ass, "Smack it! Oh! SHIT! YES! Feels so good!" tongue lolling as he grabbed her waist.
"Ugh! Ugh!... this girl's amazing man! Haa! Haa!" he grabbed her shoulders, leaning forward as he furiously thrust. The smacking of her ass cheeks echoing over the music. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside girl!"
"Ooh Cum inside kitty! Fill her pussy with dick milk! OOooh…" she moaned as Harry fell on top of her, bucking his hips as his load rushed happily into her body. "OOoh that's a good load… FEEline so good." She purred.
"Haa-ahaa-aah!" gasped Groom, watching the sight of Catwoman's writhing body as she came. "Use your tits…" he hissed as Lana Craft cupped her big breasts, wrapping them around his girth as she tugged them up and down, massaging his throbbing cock as he clawed the couch, "I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum!" but it took him another whole minute and with some encouragement from Lana Craft herself as Harry pulled out of Catwoman's dripping pussy.
"Cum all over my big fucking knockers…" Catwoman snorted, but covered it up with a cute giggle, wiggling her ass on Harry's lingering hand...
It was the WORSE British accent she'd ever heard. Not only was she in porn but she was friends with legit brit Britney… who the heck were these girls?
"OH YEAH." Hissed Lana Craft, hissing through her clenched teeth as ropes of cum shot into the air, landing on her sunglasses, and tits as she pulled away from Groom's spent cock… she sold it, Catwoman would give her that. Licking her lips slowly as she writhed on her knees, sensually rubbing her tits with her hands like the stripper she was. "I love feeling that hot cum all over me." She moaned soothingly, as Harry and Groom watched her gyrations eagerly…
Catwoman however was the one that got them hard again…
She crawled catlike from the couch, elaborately swaying her huge ass like a good pussy as she mewed and yowled, pawing the floor on her knuckles as she approached a moderately surprised Lana Craft, and began to lick Groom's cum from her body.
"What the-" she hissed, her 'accent' slipping as Catwoman silenced her with a deep tongue kiss. "MMgh-mngh!?"
Catwoman pressed her tits to Lana Craft as her surprised stripper co-star quickly adapted, squeezing Catwoman's ass as she pulled from her kiss and began to lick Lana Craft's face, she too began to lick Catwoman's beautiful features as the Superbabe slid a hand into the front of Lana's Craft's shorts as she spread her legs. "Haaa…" Catwoman cooed into a moaning Lana Craft's mouth as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy…
Harry and Groom watched eagerly as the two hotties groped their bodies… then, Harry glanced at a still dancing Sheeva before he turned, and pushed the button on the stage despite the rock hard erection. Sheeva, as if the button freed her of her dancing, stepped off the stage and towards the Groom, licking her lips as she next to him, spreading her legs and exposing her smooth lower body beneath the fur bikini.
"All the way from Britain." Declared the voice, "We bring you-Tammy!" the flaps parted to reveal a blonde girl with a THICK Stargirl like booty, dressed in a blue leotard and a beret on top of her long, blonde, and twin-tailed braided head... She glanced over her shoulder, and swatted her thong ass cheeks before strutting in and beginning her own dance.
Catwoman pulled herself away from a panting, and somewhat annoyed looking Lana Craft as she stood up, grabbing her suit and absently kissing a very stimulated Groom on the cheek before eyeing Harry… who wasn't paying attention to her anymore, watching as Sheeva magically pulled a condom from somewhere, perhaps the couch, and flip it between her fingers.
"…Hey." She said, making him look at her as Groom snatched the condom. "I need to get paid."
"Right." Harry said sheepishly, "Hang on…" Catwoman watched absently as Groom tore the condom open with his teeth and applied it to his cock, taking Sheeva's legs and folding them flexibly over her head to touch the couch with her toes.
"AH! AH!..." Sheeva moaned as her legs stretched and Groom pierced into her, the condom barely went all the way down on his shaft. "Ah-Ahh-Ahh…" she panted enticingly as he continued to press her body into the couch.
"Here you go." He said handing her a manilla envelope of crisp bills. She winked at him and gave his fuzzy cheek a kiss to and began to pull on her suit, leaving the envelop inside as she slowly zipped up. Harry straddled Lana Craft's face, smeering his hard on against her cheeks as she opened her mouth. "Haa-shit…" he sighed happily, watching Tammy dance and the squeaks of Sheeva getting pounded on the couch…
"Order again boys." She replied but was only met with moans and gasps. Slurps from Lana Craft as she gave Harry head, and Sheeva's dirty mouth.
"Fuck me! Fuck my tight little cunt!" gasped Sheeva, "You like that pussy don't you!? Oh YEAH!"
Catwoman absently walked away from the VIP tent watching as the 'Honey B's' flocked to-and-fro from the smaller tents. The girls came out of one, then quickly redressing moved into another. Rather like a busy beehive.
Catwoman just managed to get to the car when she heard a rather tentative, "Bonnie?"
She paused and glanced up, a woman dressed up as… a red female ninja: best Catwoman could do she wasn't a gamer like Tasha. Was leaning against a van with an almost out cigarette… her big heavy breasts were barely contained by the loose cloth of the red and white outfit, her long brown hair tied up in a ponytail, and a rope like bow wrapped around her waist. "It's me! Tricia!"
"Oh. My. GAWD!" Catwoman gasped happily as she recognized Tricia Tease, an old porn friend. "Look at you! What are you wearing!?" she teased playfully as Tricia stamped out her smoke break cigarette and approached Catwoman, giving her a hug.
"OOOH. Some… costume… it's a Honey B thing." She smiled at her, "Look at you…"
"Yeah yeah but I own it…" Catwoman replied confidently, "And I'm just pawful at it…" she purred as Tricia laughed. "I thought you went to Metropolis?"
"I did. This is a WAY out of town thing…" she replied waving to the tents, "I heard the Best man and Groom are LOADED… we normally don't come this far out." She waved her hands, "Trust me I did NOT want to come back to Gotham but the payday was too big…" she shrugged, "But it's fine. It's just dancing I am perfectly fine with getting out of porn."
Catwoman blinked at her silently, and decided not to point out, or perhaps mention, that there where at least two Honey B's doing distinctly not just dancing. "Just dancing?"
"Oh Yeah. Honey B's is distinctly stripping." Tricia replied, but she rolled her eyes, "I mean. There are SOME girls you know, "VIP" stuff happens." she even did the finger quotes, "…but it's mostly stripping." She continued, "I don't do it, I'm perfectly fine with just dancing."
"I get you." Catwoman nodded understandingly, "I like my job to." she smiled prettily before gesturing to herself dramatically, "Superbabes." She said as Tricia nodded.
"It suits you." Catwoman gave a nod of thanks before suddenly remembering the time.
"Look I'd LOVE to catch up, but I got to get back before my boss yells at me…"
"Yeah. I got to get back to work too." She rolled her eyes tiredly, "These guys go CRAZY for tits." She said, hefting her big naturals and winking knowingly, she waved exasperatedly at Catwoman. "I'll see you around."
"Yeah! Next time you're free in Gotham!" Catwoman smiled, getting towards the car as Tricia started to head back to the tents. "I'll bring Laura!" and with that, she was driving back to Superbabes. Where everything was normal.
Time: 11:20 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"But she said her last name was Brown." Daphne replied as Orders nodded.
"Yes. But in the 1800's it was Von Braun. Her grandfather changed it."
"So her name is Jackie Brown?" replied Daphne skeptically as Divya returned and pulled out the envelope from her suit, before immediately heading into the locker rooms for a quick was, already stripping out of her suit.
"Yes. Now you get it." Orders replied as Daphne slowly nodded, then went back to her little list that had grown since left.
"Okay I'm counting that as German then." Daphne replied with a roll of her pretty eyes. "That's less confusing… so what's Jessica?"
"Canadian."
"Really?" she replied surprised.
"Born in Canada raised here." Orders replied, sorting Divya's cut.
"How do you know all this?" Daphne replied playfully.
"I ask and they tell me." Orders replied frankly, "I also employ them I need to know these things."
"Okay but you don't have a Russian!" Daphne declared checking her list.
"Lindsey goes by her mother's maiden name Vaughn but it's actually Smirnoff." Daphne grunted at being 'outwitted' but put Lindsey down under 'russian'.
"Yeah that sounds like her." Divya smiled, drying her hair, "Good thing she's pretty." She added smiling taking her cut. "Hey Orders do you know what Honey B's is? B as in the letter?"
"Yes. A very popular stripclub in Metropolis. Specializing in female videogame character costumes. " She said frankly, "I'm aware they were at that little party."
"…Just checking." Smiled Divya, "…Scoping the competition?"
"No. Getting a paycheck." She tapped Divya's arm with her cut from the delivery, "Take a break. Daphne go get back to it." Daphne folded her piece of paper and stuffed it into her pocket before smiling at Divya, putting on her green sunglasses, and marching onto the floor.
Divya relaxed comfortably on the couch, feeling fresh and clean as she took a breath and teased Orders a little with a catlike purr. "You don't have a middle-eastern girl."
Orders actually groaned irately, "I can only do SO MUCH! I'm clairvoyant not a damn GENIE!"
End
Okay. First and Foremost. NO. I am not doing a Metropolis strip club spinoff story with Honey B's. I don't want to think of video game parody girls. If I haven't done a Marvel-themed Superbabes: I'm not doing a video game one. It's just something fun.
Also dropped a couple of last names in there, start scratching them off the list. Jackie (Batgirl) Brown and Lindsey (Star Sapphire) Vaughn (legally Smirnoff). They're now up in the roster.
For those curious: Tammy is Cammy White. Sheeva is Sheva Alomar. Lana Craft should be obvious. "Tricia Tease" played a certain Mei Shiranuki