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"Big Barda grab Silver Banshee in 3 minutes and 24 seconds."
"What?" Big Barda replied somewhat startled. Orders' sudden declaration had cauhgt her off guard. After a second of registering Orders sentence, she asked irately. "What makes you think I'm capable of such precise timing?!"
Silver Banshee however sat at the poker table. Glaring at Harley Quinn as she at a sandwich and seemed to be reading a script of some sort. "…You need to stop." Silver Banshee declared coldly as Harley Quinn jumped, blinking at her in surprise.
"…Stop what?" not liking the ominous ton Silver Banshee was taking.
"You need to stop eating or learn to chew with your mouth closed." She said coolly.
"What?"
"You smack your damn lips when you chew… I can HEAR it across the room half the time. I fecking HATE the fact that I have to HEAR you EAT!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harley Quinn replied shocked.
"I mean, you do smack your lips sometimes.…" Zatanna mumbled, sitting on the couch.
"All the time!" Silver Banshee snarled as Zatanna finished her point
"…But seriously Ashe you don't have to be so vicious about it."
Harley Quinn however just stared at Silver Banshee and took another bite of her sandwich, Sliver Banshee twitching as she chewed, almost purposefully chewing with her mouth open. There was a severe deference in doing it on purpose and being unaware of such a bad habit… either way Silver Banshee's buttons were pushed.
"Oh Feck you!" Silver Banshee lunged at Harley Quinn who scampered from her seat just as Big Barda got the angry Irish girl in a half-nelson. "Just! Let me! Chew her fecking FACE!" she growled as Big Barda dragged her away from her fellow face painted Superbabe.
"OH-kay. I get it now." Big Barda struggled somewhat, as an angry Silver Banshee was a difficult Silver Banshee. "Ashe, Let it… GO!" she grumbled, straining to hold her back.
"…Maybe learn to chew with your mouth closed?" Zatanna noted softly to Harley Quinn.
"…Well I've been known to mouthed my lines when I'm trying to memorize them. That's what I get for trying to do multiple things." Ignoring the grumbling of a ranting and restrained Silver Banshee.
"Uh huh. Sure. And that whole-" she gestured to the sandwich and mimed Harley Quinn's blatant chewing. "Pantomime?"
"…Well Jenny's not here today so I'm bored." Harley Quinn shrugged, ignoring her sandwich and going back to her script.
"Hold on." Laughed Zatanna, sitting next to Harley Quinn and glancing over the 'script'. "You solution for being unable to mess with Jenny is pissing off Ashe? That's like trying to play with a sleepy dog and deciding to go poke an irate bear."
After a second, Harley Quinn just shrugged. "Eh…"
"Eh?" Zatanna replied indignantly "Don't 'eh' that off." as Orders promptly interrupted them.
"If you two are done. There's work to be doing…" Orders replied as Harley Quinn closed her 'script'. Both her and Zatanna facing Orders and watching her knowingly as she glanced at up them from her sudoku, her eyes flashing. "What?"
"We're waiting for whoever is going on a delivery." Zatanna replied, smiling as she rested her breasts on the poker table. All of them ignoring a 'feck that's cold!' from the locker rooms.
"You said a thing so now that phone is going to ring and you're going to answer it quickly and tell one of us we're going on a delivery. We are learning." She said, gesturing to herself and Zatanna who nodded in agreement. "It happens all the time."
"It does not happen all the time." Orders declared, and to her credit, she didn't even blink when the phone started to ring. "…That's unrelated." She said straight-faced as the phone kept ringing and a damp, 'faceless' Silver Banshee came out of the locker rooms. "Have you calmed down?" she asked casually.
"…Yeah." Seethed the irate, breathtakingly pretty, Irish girl as what remained of her skull makeup continued to run down her angle face.
"Good. Dry off and put your face back on." Orders replied firmly as the phone stopped ringing. Harley and Zatanna stared at her SHOCKED.
"…Orders didn't answer the phone." Harley Quinn breathed in terror.
"We live in dark times…" Zatanna gasped softly.
"Oh of course I didn't." Orders declared sagely before adding, "That was a robo-call." And reached for the phone a second before it rang again.
Time: 8:44 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Click
"Superbabes, We Deliver."
"Hello… the... Zatanna Meal, three of them. Please."
"That's one Zesty Ziti Lasagna with a side of Zucchini noodles..."
"Kay…"
"…Anything else?"
"....Delivered by Zatanna… Please."
"We expect her back around 60 minutes, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery, name and address please."
Meanwhile.
"Zatanna you got a delivery." Orders declared, ripping away the receipt and holding it out for her as she tapped on her top hat and jiggled up to the counter.
"…I'm still going out on a delivery, so regardless of the robo-call we called your bluff."
Orders just glared at her, and pointed to the back door as Zatanna quickly grabbed the food that slid across the counter and walked quickly out the back. Practically running towards the company car but not quickly enough not to hear Orders snark confidently. "That's what I thought." Zatanna felt safer once she was in the car. Taking a breath, checked the receipt, double-checking, put her hat on the passenger seat with the food and then hit the gas, speeding off into the street as she drove off into Gotham.
More and more of the girls have been getting into the richer areas of Upper-East Gotham so it might as well be her turn. Somewhere between manor houses, and modern suburban homes she pulled up to a classy house overlooking the city. She checked the receipt once again, and got out of the car. Walking all the way around to the passenger's side, humming to herself as her long stocking-covered legs stretched majestically. She opened the passenger's door, grabbed the food and the hat before tapping it onto her pretty head.
She slammed the door shut with a hip bump and walked towards the two-story home. Walking up to the front door and raising a fist to knock loudly. "Superbabes."
Time: 9:02 PM. Place: Upper East Gotham (Upper-east house)
"Special delivery-" she heard a dull thud from inside the house… like someone threw something but didn't break anything. Like a shoe or a ball hitting the wall. "Service." She finished as after a second she also heard.
"Bitch get the damn door!" she frowned thoughtfully but the door soon popped open. He had dark hair, glasses, and a black eye. A little rotund, wearing a school uniform and young… potentially TOO young for a delivery... but she wouldn't be here if she wasn't supposed to be.
"Hey." She smiled cutely and waved with her free hand, he just blushed and gestured for her to come inside. Her heels click-clacked on the polished wooden floors as she entered into a living room and was immediately hit with the smell of cigarette smoke. Two older boys wearing a similar school uniform but slightly unbuttoned and distinctly thuggish looking sat on the couch and the recliner in the living room.
One was a distinct orange spray-tanned with wavy bleached white hair, he had both feet up on the coffee table and was missing a shoe… never mind she found it across the room, apparently, it had been hurled against the wall.
The other was handsome, with neatly cut hair and five o'clock shadow… with ebony adonis skin and a muscularly athletic frame, she might have been interested if not for the arrogant snobby look on his face. He 'grinned' at her, but not in a charming way: that 'arrogant' look on his face however was enhanced.
"HOoooo. It might not be your mom, Bitch but she is FINE." 'Bitch' flinched slightly as he got up from the recliner, "MMN. Come here girl." He declared as she 'refreshed' her smile and approached him. He took the food from her hand and tossed it at 'Bitch' who caught it quickly. "Mmn…" he caressed her face, rubbing his thumb on her soft pouty lips as she opened her mouth slightly. "Yeah… those are some nice lips."
Bleached Hair puffed a cigarette, letting the smoke waft into the house as it rouse to the high ceiling. "Get the camera Bitch." He ordered as 'Bitch' quickly put the food down, fumbling with a phone from his pocket. "Hurry up, or your mom's next." He added scornfully as 'Bitch' held the phone up, facing Zatanna and Handsome Snob.
"I've been saving up for your mom Bitch, but this girl's real good." 'Bitch' held the camera steady but flinched as if whipped. "Mmn." He pulled his hand from her mouth and got a good grip on her tits as she moaned. "Yeah… these titties are huge!" he hissed, sinking his fingers into her big breasts as her hips wiggled.
Suddenly he tugged open her top, thankfully no buttons were snapped off, exposing her breasts as he grabbed at her nipples, flicking his thumb over them before glaring at 'Bitch and running his tongue against Zatanna's face, slowly. "Ahhh… hahaha." He laughed cruelly before pulling his hands away and unzipping his slacks. "Come here girl I got something for you…"
She smiled faintly before rubbing his chest and dropping to her knees… he knocked away the hat with a flick of his finger before resting his hand on her wavy dark hair and jamming her face against his crotch, her nose slipping into his zipper as she felt his erection bulge of her face. "That's it… get it out aahh look at that!" he sighed as his uncut 8-inch cock was freed, tapping against her face as she took a breath of fresh air that wasn't Hammer Body spray…
"Haah!" she gasped before an uncircumcised cock was slipped between her lips. "MMngh!"
"Ooh. Oooh shit…" he sighed, holding her head in one hand and resting the other on his hip as his 8-inch became a hard nine, gliding her head up and down as she moaned. "She sucks dick as good as your mom, Bitch."
…A lot of Mom jokes going around today.
"MMngh! MMngh! MMngh! MMnn!" she moaned, gazing up at him as he grinned smarmily, head rolling back as he kept her at a steady cock-sucking pace, her hand reaching up to stroke his saliva-soaked dick only for him to smack her hand away.
"If I wanted your hands I wouldn't have my cock in your mouth." He declared coolly, but quickly went back to enjoying said mouth. "Oooh that's a good tongue. Suck it. Keep sucking it…"
"Mmn-hmm… mmngh… MMn!" slowly he pulled her face to the base of his cock holding her against his crotch as she gazed up at him. "…GUCK…"
"Slobber on it. Get it nice and wet…" he groaned, bucking his hips lightly against her face as he dragged her hair back up to his tip. Drool and saliva dripped from her lips, droplets pitter-pattering onto the wooden floor as he dragged her head down again. "Oh… MMmn…" his cock twitching wildly as he buried it back into her throat, tickling her tonsils as she moaned…
"Mmmmnngmmn…" SMACK! "MMg!" so focused on sucking she didn't notice Bleached Hair sitting on the arm of the recliner, leaning down to swat at her ass sitting on her heels. SMACK! "MMGnh!" getting her other cheek and rubbing it greedily as Handsome Snob gripped her head in both hands. "MGh! Mmgnh! MMgnh! Mngh!" she grunted loudly as he hammered at her throat, holding her head in Bleached Hair ignored her moaning continuing to squeeze at her ass and bouncing tits.
"YEAH…" hissed Handsome Snob, holding her head against his hips. "MMGH!" cum sprayed into her stomach as she twitched and squirmed. "Yeah… your mom's going to be disappointed Bitch." Laughed Handsome snob slowly pulling his limp dick from her throat, shooting a diminished rope of cum across her tongue as he slipped from her lips. "If the rest of her is as good as that mouth I'm going to be too tired to give her a shot." He flipped off the camera and stuck out his tongue, "Bleegh!"
"Hah-Hah…" panted Zatanna, mouth open and drooling as she sultrily gazed around her, into the camera, then towards Bleached Hair who was standing back up… "Mmngh." He unbuckled his pants, with one hand and put the top hat back on her head with the other. He wasn't as big as Handsome snob… but at least he didn't smell like Hammer Body spray.
He slapped her gaping mouth with his cock, "I want some." He said simply, sighing as her lips wrapped around it, "…Oh…" he sighed, hands on his waist as she bobbed her head back and forth. Angled just right for him and the camera so that only her mouth could be seen stretching and slurping up and down his pasty dick.
Unsurprisingly the horrid spray tan didn't get everywhere.
"Get it Bitch. Get ALL of it." ordered Handsome Snob as Zatanna moaned loudly.
"MMgh. Mmn… MMMn…"
"Keep sucking." Bleached Hair demanded, "…Fuck me…" he sighed, softly but happily as he reached down to cup at her bouncing breasts, squeezing them firmly as she buried her face into his crotch. "Are your mom's tits as big as her's, Bitch?" he asked degradingly.
Smack!
"Mgnh?" she slid up to his tip, holding it in her mouth as her tongue swirled around it. She heard the smack. But didn't feel the smack…
"Answer Bitch." Handsome Snob ordered, raising his hand behind 'Bitch's' head. Apparently THAT was the smack.
"…Yes." Squeaked 'Bitch' shamefully as Handsome Snob laughed.
"…Can't wait to meet her." Bleached Hair snarked, grabbing at Zatanna's head and rapidly thrusting his hips. "Hah… hah." But he barely got past her lips, rapidly rubbing his tip in her mouth, on her tongue, before he sucked in air and released it slowly like a pressurized cooker. "Haaaah…"
His cock trembled as his salty wad splashed around her mouth. "Mmgn-mmn!" she moaned, twisting her head and lips on his trembling girth before gulping it down. "Haaah…" he slipped from her lips as she opened it, wiggling her tongue up and down, displaying her empty mouth.
"I've had enough head." Handsome Snob declared grabbing at her arm, and hauling her to her feet easily. "Time for pussy." He had her face the camera, firmly squeezing her breasts from behind as she moaned instinctively, feeling his cock against her thigh twitching impatiently. "Let's get this pretty white ass to the bedroom." Before clapping said ass and pushing her towards the stairs. "You won't need those clothes girl, take em off. Give us a show…"
She hesitated for a second before slowly her coat came off, she shimmied it sexily from her shoulders letting it drop to the floor as she opened up the shirt some more, slowly, and took that off too just as she reached the stairs leading upstairs. She left it hanging on the end of the banister, resting her hand on it as she stepped up the stairs, slipping off one shoe then the other two steps later. Standing at the top of the stairs she turned around, pushing down the second half of her costume over her ass and thighs, pressing her cheeks to the guardrail before kicking them accurately through the gaps in the newels before resting her hands on the walls.
There was only one hallway upstairs and she was facing it, glancing over her shoulder she spread her legs, swaying her ass in a slow circle before strutting out of sight straight ahead… she had NO idea where she was going, but apparently found the master bedroom. One large bed, a few decorations, a bedside table with a picture of 'Bitch' and a good looking, busty, dark-haired woman: a real Milf
…It was right then that she realized that they were SERIOUS about fucking 'Bitch's' mother.
"Well that's just wrong." She mumbled, slightly disturbed.
"What's wrong, girl?" laughed Handsome Snob as she jumped but he just shoved her jiggling body towards the bed, taking off his shirt and showing off his muscles as his pants came next. "That I ain't balls deep in that pussy? You right." He declared before wrapping his arm around her neck, having her face 'Bitch' with the camera phone again as he fingered her pussy.
"Haah-haah…"
"She is FINE…" hissed Handsome snob, "MMgn!" knocking off her hat again as he held her erotically moaning face to capture the moment, messily thrusting his fingers into her increasingly wet pussy… just because these guys are assholes didn't mean her body wasn't trained to fuck. "Keep that camera on her nerd, I want to see her face when I make her fucking cum…" his cock throbbed against her ass as she slowly spread her legs, thrusting her hips against his fingers as her body trembled, her tits wobbling as her shuddering increasing grew.
"MMNGH! MMNGh! AH-ah-AAH…" she gasped, shaking as she came on his fingers. He laughed, pulling them out from her wet pussy and flicking juices at Bitch before he let her go, she wobbled slightly as his hands grabbed her arms from behind at the elbows. His cock pressed against her quivering lips, and slammed into her as she threw her head back. Moaning whorishly for the camera as she leaned forward, his hips already bucking against her ass cheeks as her breasts jumped wildly up and down.
Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap!
"Haaha-haa-aha-ah-aaah!!" tongue lolling out as 'Bitch' recorded her face, her breasts slapping occasionally together as Handsome Snob roared primally, his throbbing cock sliding easily into her body over and over as 'Bitch' couldn't look away as Zatanna fell further and further forward, her arms hooked back by Handsome Snob's hands, then she was abruptly yanked back up, her hair swinging up out of her face onto her back as he continued to rail into her.
Bleached Hair watched stoically to the side of Bitch, stroking his cock slowly as Zatanna's whorish moan's made him throb. "Ugh-uggh-uggh aaaah-AH!" Handsome Snob buried his cock into her, grinding against her ass before duck walking back to the bed. "Hah…" she gasped as she fell onto his lap as he sat on the edge, "NNGh!" he spread her legs apart, displaying her completely as his cock plunged in and out of her body.
"Haaaahaah!" her face contorted in beautiful bliss as her tits jumped up and down from Handsome Snob's steady, relentless thrusting. "Haaha! Aah! Aah!!! AAAH! SHIT!" she squealed erotically, shaking and jiggling as Handsome Snob let go of her arms, "Haah!"
He grabbed her waist, growling as he rolled his hips, holding her down on his lap as he ground his cock up into her… his girth bulged inside her as he pumped rope after rope into her body. Her mouth hung open as her cry of pleasure slowly went quiet. Like someone held an airhorn down until it ran out of air. Handsome Snob made her hips roll on his lap before he reached up to squeeze at her tits.
"Did you get them bouncing?"
"Definitely." Declared Bleached Hair, already approaching her with a hard cock like a dowsing rod. "Get out of there, my turn…" Zatanna cooed arousingly, gazing down as Handsome Snob lifted her off his lap just enough to slip out. She leaked a little of his cum, dripping down onto the carpet as Handsome Snob lied back with her on top of him, his cock tapping as her ass.
"AHha-Haaaah!" and now it was IN her ass. "Shiiit!" she hissed like a snack as Handsome Snob laughed, burying his cock completely up into her cheeks as Bleached Hair crawled over her, and tapped the hat back on. "Shit-shit…" she gasped, unable to see what was happening but sensing the results regardless. "Haaah!" and feeling it.
Bleached Hair steadily planted his cock into her body. "Haah. Ahhh!" she panted, shaking and squirming as they rubbed against each other through her inner walls, filling her holes up as Bleached hair growled contentedly.
"You better be getting all this Bitch." He sighed and after a minute, "…Fuck her." he said, as she began to whimper, Handsome Snob and Bleached Hair bucking and pumping in and out her. "Fuck her. Fuck her HARDER."
"Haaah-aah-haaaah!" Zatanna squealed erotically as her breasts bounced up and down with their furious greedy thrusts. "Haa-haah!"
"You better be getting this video nerd!" grunted Handsome Snob, "This one's practice your mom's next!"
"Aagh! Aah!" Zatanna whimpered, her body shaking as her orgasm got closer and closer, "Shut up and fuck me!" she cried out, her legs and arms tensing as she shivered, "Haaaghaah!"
Bleached Hair and Handsome Snob laughed, pounding harder at her body as Bleached Hair managed a sneering. "That's what his MOM said!" he grabbed her shoulders and pinned her down on top of Handsome Snob. POUNDING her body harder as she squeaked with each thrust. "Take it! Take it! Take it!"
"You fucking slut." Handsome Snob whispered degradingly in her ear as the words sent a shiver down her spine. "You're just another piece of fuckable MEAT."
"Haaahaa!" she gasped, shaking against as Bleached Hair pushed his hips against her.
"NGNH! Aaah…haah…" grinding his hips on her body as Handsome Snob pushed up into her ass, staying balls deep as he clutched at her tits.
"Get it all up in there." He praised, "Shit man…" Bleached Hair pull out of her, leaving her pussy a quivering mess for 'Bitch' to record as Handsome Snob spread her legs wide. "Get that shit…" he said as 'Bitch' kept the camera on her.
Her chest rising and falling as she shivered, shaking in orgasm as Handsome Snob abruptly pulled out of her ass with a satisfying pop. He held her lower body up in the air, displaying her holes before he rolled her off him. She laid on the end of the bed as he got up, still hard and throbbing as he grabbed her left arm and leg, pulling her towards the middle of the bed… letting her head hand upside down over the edge as her hat fell off again, wobbling upside down on the floor beneath her.
"Look at me Bitch." Ordered Handsome Snob, crawling to the middle of the bed, grabbing her legs and lifting them as his hands rested firmly on her big tits as he looked right into the camera. "This is how I'm going to knock your mom up… HMmP!" he slammed his rigid cock back into her pussy as she opened her mouth and eyes wide, shrieking in pleasure.
"Haah-aah-aah! Aah! AAH! Ahh!" looking right into the camera as Handsome Snob pounded at her body.
"Ngh! NGh! NGH! NGH! NGH!" abusing that pussy as he squeezed her tits, holding her in place on the bed as she continued to moan.
"Haahaaaah… Ah. Ahh!"
"She fucking loves it!" Handsome Snob moaned greedily. "Haah…" slamming his hips against her as her legs, hooked on his shoulders, jiggled enticingly. "She's sucking me right in! You want that dick don't you?!" he praised as Zatanna only moaned.
"Haaaaah…" her tongue lolling over her mouth as Bleached Hair made his return, grabbing her head.
"Keep your mouth open." He ordered before thrusting his cock into her mouth.
"MMNghg!" she squirmed as they held her down, Bleached Hair's balls pushing against her nose as she inhaled his sweaty musk. Eyes wide as she gazed at the camera and a possibly traumatized 'Bitch' who didn't dare look away or stop recording as Bleached Hair began to pull his pasty hips back and slamming deep in her throat. His balls smacking against her face. "MGh! Mmngh. MMngh. MMN…"
"Haah… Haa…" he let go of her head as he ground his hips on her face before wrapping his hands tightly around her neck, feeling his cock slide in and out of her throat as she came again, shaking under Handsome Snob's relentless hips as he let go of her breasts and grabbed her waist.
"Haah-aha-ah-aaah! UUUHUGH!!" he thrust against her, pumping in another load right to her womb as he sneered evilly, "YEAH!" he stuck out his tongue punk rock style. Giving 'Bitch' the middle finger. "That's a knocked up ho!" holding her legs firmly he bucked his hips a couple more times. "Mmn she want's that dick…" rubbing her shake legs before pulling out of her. Sitting on his knees as Bleached hair increased his face fucking.
Saliva and spittle dripped down her face as he scrapped out mucus from her throat. "Mnng! mNGh! MNgh mngaah-aah!" she gasped as he ripped free of her throat. She had a brief moment of fresh air untainted by male stank… before she was overwhelmed with it. "Mngh!" she closed her eyes and kept her mouth open as Bleached Hair's cock, trembling over her face warningly once it left her throat, shot several ropes of cum onto her face and neck.
She breathed heavily as cum dripped from her cheeks and forehead, oozing down her skin into the hat below before Handsome Snob mounted her chest. He had no words, only greedy grunts, and chuckles as he squeezed her tits around his cock. Thrusting like a horny ape and panting like an over-heated dog as he thrust so rapidly against her tits he might have left a bruise. She rested her hands on them, taking his tit-fucking in stride as he eventually groaned.
"NGH!" a rope of cum shot from his cock tip as he planted it between her big soft fuckable breasts. He completely missed her face. Then he crawled quickly off the bed, hooking his hand behind her head and making sure he couldn't miss and warm ropey semen splattered on her skin. He let go of her head, wiping trace amounts of cum on her stomach from his hand as he left her dangling over the edge of the bed.
"You get all that Bitch?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer, as she opened her eyes. "Pay the ho, I need a smoke." Bleached Hair and Handsome Snob both left the room as she sat up, shaking slightly as she glanced down at the cum catcher hat.
"…I'm sorry." 'Bitch' mumbled.
"…What for?" she asked almost placatingly. "…This is my job." She gave him a kind smile, realizing that… he wasn't having the best time right now and he didn't need to worry about him. "…If anything." She mumbled, picking up her hat. "I'm more pissed that they messed up the hat! My boss is going to kill me." she declared before blinking at him under a cum caked face. "I need a shower?" she said, but really it was more of a question as he quickly pointed off to a side door.
Zatanna steadily walked into the shower, and tossed her hat into the sink. She needed to take care of that back at Superbabes. But she also needed to clearly SEE so she hopped into the shower. Washing away Handsome Snob's and Bleached Hair's mix of stank with a good deal of soap until she was good and clean.
Or as clean as she could get in a stranger's shower for three minutes.
Once she got out, 'Bitch' was waiting for her holding a mess of bills crudely wrapped in a rubber band. She eyed it thoughtfully, glancing at him as he tried not to look at her naked body. Then realizing she probably SHOULDN'T be naked in front of him she quickly covered her tits with her hat, winked, and walked past him. Not saying a word: which might make it even more awkward.
She got her clothes steadily back on as Handsome Snob and Bleached Hair sat shirtless on the couch. She got most of her clothes back on, bending over to pick up the overcoat as Handsome Snob smacked her ass… she glanced over her shoulder at him as he chuckled, she smiled… then grabbed his shirt.
"Wha-HEY!" he shouted angrily as she stuffed it into her hat, and quickly rolled her hand around like a cheap washer. Wiping up the cum with it. "What the fuck slut!?" he snarled as she tugged it from her hat, and winked at him. Showing the cum stains."
"Tada!" she replied and dropped it onto him as he recoiled in disgust.
"Fucking slut!" he yowled angrily only to be restrained by Bleached Hair, eating his Zatanna meal… Loudly.
"Let it go." He said disgustingly. "We'll just fuck her harder next time." He added snobbily as she winked at him and flipped him off. Getting out of there before their sliminess started to rub off on her more than their cum.
Time: 10:19 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Did you send me to have bully sex?!" Izzy asked scathingly as she returned to Superbabes and quickly went into the locker rooms to toss her hat into the sink to be cleaned. Orders glanced up from her, now-finished, Sudoku puzzle. "Really?"
Orders raised an eyebrow at that, "Bully sex?"
"It's when the bully has sex in front of the person they're bullying, usually a family member or a girlfriend or crush or… it's very popular in hentai."
"It's just kinda popular recently." Mel replied, waving her script from the couch. "It's one of the roles I'm up for in King Wombat's new vid."
"Bully sex or not, Isabella" Orders replied, holding out her hand as Izzy gave her the money. "I don't care where the money comes from as long as it comes." She said sorting it out, hesitated as she realized what she said, then sighed angrily as she glared knowingly at the girls. "Nobody make a joke…"
"Still…" Izzy mumbled sadly "as a fellow 'nerd' it doesn't seem right, they were pretty awful to the kid. I only know him as 'Bitch'… that's usually what I get called during!" Orders glared at her, then sighed again reluctantly. Rubbing her purple-eyes for a good minute. Deep in thought.
Then without warning she spoke. "Ashley." Orders blinked when no response came so she repeated herself, but louder. "ASHLEY!"
"What?! Fecking what? I'm coming!" Ashe abruptly stuck her head through the doorway from the floor. "What?"
"Are you still pissed off?"
Ashe looked indignant at the question. "…Of course I'm still pissed off, have you met me?!"
Orders held out a piece of paper to her that she quickly snatched and glanced at. "Go there and beat the shit out of anyone who looks like they deserve it." than seeing a concerned look from Izzy. "Specifically: not the nerd." Izzy nodded her approval with a cute smile. Ashe raised an eyebrow and checked the address again before she shrugged and yanked the tips out of her pants line and belt, slapping them on the counter.
"Yeah alright…" she accepted, punching her hand with her fist and yanking her helmet from the helmet hooks by the door.
Izzy blinked at Orders with a wowed expression. "…Wow vigilante justice from your Orders? I didn't think you'd go that far." Orders just shrugged absently.
"…To be fair, it'll calm her down… and I'm curious to see whether or not the police come looking to arrest her for assault." Adding at the sudden looks of shock on Izzy and Mel's face. "Fifty-Fifty." She noted the odds casually.
"Why are you trying to get Ashe arrested?" Grinned Rebecca from the locker rooms holding a wet Zatanna hat. She decided to help Izzy out and clean it…
"Mel isn't the only one that likes a good joke." Orders replied simply with a half-smile, starting a new sudoku puzzle as Rebecca snorted with restrained laughter. Izzy and Mel, rightly, decided not to bother Orders too much this week… let her cool down a little.
Orders was bluffing on Ashe getting arrested, but the looks on Izzy and Mel's faces were still pretty funny.
End…
...
You know what?
Epilogue.
VROOOM. CLICK.
…Clop. Clop. Clop.
"My Small Horsie. My Small Horsie. Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh." she sang softly to herself as she approached the front door and knocked. "I used to wonder what friendship could be."
"Bitch, get the door."
'Bitch' opened the door and blinked at the beautiful woman before him. "Till you all shared your magic-" she pushed past 'Bitch' "-with me" she continued to sing, then spotting Handsome Snob and Bleached hair… charged.
"What the fuck!?" Handsnob Snob shrieked before she promptly crushed the cigarette in his mouth, and his nose, with her boot. Hitting him so hard he tumbled over the back of the couch.
"Wha-!?" she then grabbed Bleached Hair by the shirt collar, dragging him from the couch and-WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM! Repeatedly beat on him. Her right fist pounded his face into the floor until 'Bleached Hair' became 'Bloody-spotted Hair'.
Less Handsome Snob, bleeding from the nose got to his feet only to feel her boot again swing across his face in a hard-hitting roundhouse sending him spiraling back to the floor, whimpering in a groan as he was knocked out. She walked around the couch and brutally stomped his shoulder, chest and stomach…
She smiled and sighed happily. "Well I feel Fecking fantastic…" she then approached a stunned and terrified Bitch. "…Give me your phone." She ordered as he scrambled to give it to her. "My Little Horsie. My Little Horsie…" she sang softly as she went back to Bloody-spotted Hair, dragging him around the couch and putting his face into Less Handsome Snob's crotch and taking a picture… then dragging Bloody Spotted Hair over Less Handsome Snob's body so that his crotch was on his face and took another picture…
She smirked, then glared at 'Bitch'. "Come 'ere." She ordered as he fidgeted and moved quickly, standing beside her over the two as she held up the camera for a selfie, giving it a middle finger. "Say 'I got blackmail! Feck off!" she said as 'Bitch' could only stare confused as she smiled for the camera and-
Click.
End
Does Ashley Get Arrested? Eh probably not