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Chapter 231 - Delivery Girl: Wonder Girl Order #4

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"MMmn… MMNGH!" moaned (B) Vixen happily into the massage table as Hector the masseuse ran his powerful hands over her back. Her toes curled in pleasure as her big beautiful, butt cheeks wiggled on instinctive pleasure. "God damn Hector I don't know what Orders is paying you, but you deserve a RAISE…" she sighed lovingly.

"She does not pay me." He replied with a suave Puerto Rican accent. "I work for free and I get all the practice I want on you girls." He said knowingly as Vixen continued to moan. "BUT she's going to have to start paying me…" he said proudly, glancing over at a noticeably far more rigid Orders who glared at him, but he seemed unaffected by her patented deadly glare. "As I will be a fully registered masseuse in three months."

Orders teeth had a noticeable grinding sound coming from them. The prospect of losing free labor apparently irked her to no end. Luckily, she was soothed by Hector… The dog. Not the masseuse. A very rare occurrence to have both in Superbabes at the same time…

The handsome dog rested his head in 'auntie' Orders' lap, his tail wagging happily on the floor as she absently rubbed his head between the ears and he groaned happily in response. After a moment of calm. "Show me a certificate Hector and we'll talk…" Hector just chuckled jovially and went back to 'Practicing' on a contented Vixen as Wonder Girl made her entrance.

"…Whooo is this?" she asked, eyeing the handsome muscular masseuse with some interest. Working at Superbabes for a little over a month, she's never been there when Hector has been… both Hectors.

"That's Hector the masseuse." Orders noted

"We have a masseuse?" Wonder Girl replied surprised, eyeing Hector's toned ass as she walked backwards into the locker rooms and almost tripped over Hector the dog. "…Is that a dog?"

"Yes." replied Orders calmly.

"Is he yours?" she followed up.

"Sometimes." Orders replied sarcastically. "He's Poison Ivy's. She broke her dog sitter again."

"…Does that happen often Ma'am?" Wonder Girl asked suspiciously

"Considering you know her, more than you'd think." Orders noted in exasperation as Wonder Girl walked into the locker rooms to change. Hector the Dog cooed happily with his head on Orders' lap. "Not that I mind." She added to him in a whisper only dogs could've heard: his ears wiggled happily in response.

Eventually, Wonder Girl and her big breasts came jiggling out of the locker rooms as she hesitated to pet the Superbabe dog. "So what's his name?"

"Hector." Orders noted.

"Not the masseuse, the dog." Wonder Girl replied as Vixen and Hector the masseuse chuckled.

"The dog is ALSO named Hector. The one I prefer." She added coldly as Masseuse Hector placed a hand over his heart and managed a feeble.

"Ouch. My feelings." He whined before going back to making Vixen moan like Veronica in an orgy… or Lucy being Double Penetrated. Personal choice...

"The dog and the masseuse are named Hector?" Wonder Girl asked as Orders rolled her purple eyes exasperatedly.

"Yes. It's not that hard to understand."

"No but it might be confusing sometimes." Wonder Girl noted thoughtfully, eyeing Vixen moaning erotically on the massage table.

"Poison Ivy found him in Amnesty Bay and he followed her home as it were… he's been one of us ever since." Hector moaned happily as Orders scratched ALL the right spots. Clairvoyance: making dogs happy since he first walked in the door.

"Okay…" she then eyed Hector's massaging hands, "…Can I have a turn or is there a quota or something?"

"You can have a turn when you get back." Orders declared, pulling her hand from Hector's head as Wonder Girl, distracted by the handsome Masseuse managed a-

"What?"

Time: 9:30 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)

Ring-Click.

"Superbabes, we deliver."

"The girl I see is nice. But What is the Wonder Girl meal?"

"A wonder bread veggie sandwich."

"…Really?"

"You asked."

"Fine its mostly unimportant. One Wonder Girl then. Please."

"The meal?"

"…Certainly."

"Very well. We expect her back within 60 minutes or less or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address please."

Meanwhile

Everyone stared at Orders as she hung up. Wonder Girl blinking curiously. "…A Wonder Bread sandwich?" she asked skeptically as Vixen, between her moans, manage to stifle a giggle. "Are you even trying anymore Ma'am?"

"Don't make me sic Hector on you…" she growled. "The good one." she added as the meagerly thought-up sandwich slid across the counter. "Get going." She added as Hector the Masseuse tried not to take it personally. Wonder Girl lifted up the sandwich bag, as if it stank of a particularly foul week-old fish and walked out the door to a toe-curling moan from Vixen. She put the bag in the car and brushed her hands through her wavey glamorous hair as she started the car and puttered slowly out of the lot and into Gotham.

Though it might be called the 'Fashion District' due to its bordering to Upper East and the Hotel District there were still a few nice and respected buildings and apartments that the Gotham rich liked to vacation too or store their purchases from the fashion district. A glamorous-looking girl like her might be mistaken for a model on her way for a shoot if she didn't go into a luxury apartment building…

She checked the receipt, ignoring the guards at the front desk as they eyed her big breasts wobbling in the red suit, she got to the elevators before hitting the button and waiting for it to arrive. When it finally came down she entered and pushed the top floor… only for it to not react. The button didn't light up. She frowned thoughtfully and tried two more times to no response.

She got back out of the elevator and checked the receipt. Yep, that was the right floor, and this was the right building… so she imagined she needed to check-in at the front desk. This should be fun.

'Hi. I'm from superbabes. I need to fuck the guy on the top floor.' She could phrase that better.

"Excuse me." She asked, approaching the security guards at the front desk as they eagerly ate up the eye-candy of her eye-level breasts. "I have a delivery for the top floor?"

"Oh yeah?" asked one of them, an older guard as he blinked at her. "Top floor?" the young, but not too much younger guard continued to enjoy the view as the older one reached for a phone. "Hold on." She patiently waited as he cleared his throat.

"Sir there's a woman-…" he hesitated. "…Very well sir." He sighed and hung up. "I hate it when these guys are in town."

"…At least the view's nice." The other guard said as the older guard handed her what looked like a hotel keycard after resting it on a scanner. She smiled at the compliment. Orders told her to smile more… she was a pretty girl and guys remembered pretty girls smiling…

"Here." The older guard stood up, he was a physically built man. A good fit for the position. "This will get you to the top floor."

"Thank you." She said, taking the card and wobbling back around to the elevator.

"Another one… seriously how many do they need?" he asked as she walked out of hearing and got back into the elevator. Resting the card on the reader, which she didn't notice before, the elevator dinged and she went straight up to the top floor…

The elevator opened to a foyer with a solitary door up ahead. She walked right up to it, raised her fist, and knocked hard. "Superbabes."

Time: 9:50 PM. Place: Fashion District Building (Floor 40)

"Special Delivery Service." She declared as after a moment. The door opened…

She wasn't sure what to expect but the woman who answered the door wasn't it. She had a far-east Asian-looking face. Chinese or Japanese, maybe both… but the rest of her was more unique. For one her hair was completely shaven except for a bunk spikey green mohawk. She wore a spiked shoulder leather jacket, open, and tight black side-tie bikini briefs and nothing else… her ears were pierced, both nostrils, her upper lips had a pair of metal spikes coming from them and she had variously designed tattoos on her body…

A Yin-Yang symbol on her toned belly, a flaming skull on her right thigh, a heart with a dagger through it over her right D-cup breasts just barely hidden by the jacket and the letters A.Y.A.K.O. on the digits of her right hand. She tilted her head, gesturing inside before turning around revealing her thong, her ass cheeks, and another tattoo on her left cheek 'Smack it'.

Her bare feet walked across the white carpet towards the center of a vast elaborately furnished apartment. What wasn't a wall leading to another room was glass giving a view of the city skyline. In the center of the living room was a sunken floor surrounded by circular couches, in the center of those couches was a sturdy-looking table that could function as a tiny stage…

She knew that because currently there was a belly dancer dancing on it. Silky Charcoal black skin and very slender at the waist with wide hips, she wiggled and danced upon it. Her breasts were surprisingly large, and she wore many bangles and ribbons as she waved her arms, apart from the puffy harem pants and the jiggling coin waistbelt she wore a full-face veil and head covering. Only her sapphire eyes could be seen and her eyes matched the rest of her costume.

"Good! Your entertainment has arrived…" grinned on of the men on the couches, that she finally noticed were there.

The couches surrounding the woman on the stage were separated into threes with pathways going between them. Each couch was occupied by a man each different then the last… The one who spoke was clearly the eldest, the fattest, and quite possibly the most stereotypical.

With a long thick curly beard and sunglasses he looked like a Sheik straight out of a pro-wrestling promotion. As if someone, who never met, seen, or spoken too one personally, decided they wanted to dress as one. Yet still somehow managed to do so accurately. He smoked a heavy cigar, his eyes returning to the swaying ass of the belly dancer as she continued to move her body.

"Bout time yo!" declared the second of the men, a cyberpunk looking Asian guy with broad neon blue sunglasses and puffy jacket and shorts straight out of the eighties gestured to the punk girl, "Bring that pretty body back here." He purred as the woman licked her pierced lips and fawned over him, rubbing his shorts close to his crotch. He grabbed her chin and forcefully shoved his tongue into her mouth as she moaned, reaching around to smack her ass HARD on the 'smack it' tattoo.

"Yes." Purred the final man, he looked and sounded like a British butler about to kill someone with a candlestick in the library. Wearing a monocle and his hair slicked back under a neatly cared for bowler hat. "…Now now Mr. Daremo. No cheating." He scolded as the Cyberpunk stopped fondly the punk girl.

"What I'm warming her up! She likes it, don't you?"

"Mmn-hmmn…" moaned the Punk girl, shaking her tattooed ass to the butler.

"Still no cheating." Replied the butler. "Ladies… to the stage." He declared eagerly as the Belly dancer stopped dancing. And the punk girl got onto the stage. Wonder Girl put down the food and jiggled herself towards it as well…

Yes this was fucking weird even she knew that but Orders wouldn't send her if she was in danger… weird was okay though.

"Now." Smiled the butler. "I am Mr. Nobody. That is Mr. Daremo. And that is Mr. La 'Ahad and you Ladies are here for our… entertainment." He said slimily but didn't feel slimy. The punk girl look smug, the Belly Dancer's face was heavily masked by her blue veil and hood, so if she had any misgivings she didn't show it.

And Wonder Girl was up for just about anything really… surprising herself.

"Now… I have a good deal of currency here" he patted a suitcase that Wonder Girl didn't notice until now, "for the lucky winner of our little game… and we'll start with preparations for round one…" he declared grinning. "Remove your garments please…"

"…Ah. Mr. Nobody?" interrupted Mr. La 'Ahad.

"Oh. Most certainly Mr. La 'Ahad." Mr Nobody nodded politely to the belly dancer as The Punk girl yanked off her jacket tossing it towards a grinning Mr. Daremo, and tugged at her side ties, letting her bikini reveal her pierced clit and arrow tattoo. Naturally, the arrow tattoo pointed down towards her pussy. "You make keep your veil on." He gestured to the belly dancer. "…He likes it better that way."

Mr. La 'Ahad chuckled lecherously as Wonder Girl easily stripped revealing her round ass and bouncing breasts. The belly dancer had a good figure as well, big round breasts and a round ass to go with her wasp waist, and Mr. La 'Ahad clearly liked his asses, he was distracted by Wonder Girl's before returning his attention to the charcoal-black booty of the dancer…

"Now…" Mr. Nobody cooed, "There are of course winners. And losers… Round one you will pleasure each other… the first one to experience orgasm loses… and the last one wins." He pulled out an old-looking watch from his vest pocket. "Ready?" The belly dancer looked nervous, unashamed, but nervous. Wonder Girl and the Punk girl were less so but the Punk girl had a predentary look in her eyes.

"Go."

Perhaps Wonder Girl's natural slut instincts informed her what the Punk girl's intent was, but she knew that Orders would not approve of 'losing' in any sense. Especially with cold hard cash on the line. "Come here you hijab-wearing piece of meat!" purred the Punk girl pulling at the belly dancer as she struggled, "I wanted to taste that cunt ever since you started shaking it!"

Her tongue, pieced as will ran predatorily over the Belly dancer's shoulder as she squirmed sliding down to her tit and dropping to her knees, the belly dancer briefly struggled against the punk girl, but she was too strong.

"Haaahh!" the dancer moaned, shaking as the punk girl nastily slurped at her smoothly shaved pussy. "Hahah! Aaah!! Aayaaa! mMNGH!!" she squirmed as the punk girl licked and licked and licked, shoving her fingers inside the 'poor' woman as her hands pawed at the mohawk.

"Gonna lick this pretty cunt GOOD… just cum bitch…" sneered the punk girl, "Just loose like a good-"

"Haah! AAGH! AAAAGGH!!" The belly dancer began dancing as Wonder Girl dropped behind her, grabbed her hips, and buried her face into her charcoal black ass cheeks as they tensed up. Assaulted from the front and the back she was destined to 'lose' this game. Wonder Girl's tongue slithering into her SURPRISINGLY sweet ass tasting hole… and she smelled like lavender. "R-Raqm! Raqm! raqm!"

"Mmngh-mmngh!" Wonder Girl moaned as her tongue swirled inside The Dancer's hole, squeezing her jello-like ass cheeks as the poor girl lost and lost HARD.

"Haagh!! Aaayaaaa!!" she twitched and dropped to her knees, leaking all over the stage as she shuddered erotically. Mr. La 'Ahad' cursed under his breath but the erection in his robe clearly said he enjoyed the show.

"You're not done girls…" declared Mr. Nobody smiling, also clearly enjoying the shower as the Punk Girl licked her lips of Dancer Juice and lunged at Wonder Girl.

…Military training is a hell of a reflex.

Wonder Girl judo threw the charging punk girl, hurling her upside down onto the couch. Mr. Daremo moved just in time to avoid it as Wonder Girl's military reflexes were quickly followed by her slut reflexes.

"Wha-" began the punk girl only to get a face full of Wonder Girl pussy. "MMngh!" Wonder Girl sat on her face rubbing her crotch on her tongue as the wrapped their arms around each other and began a 69 race. "MMgh! Mmng-mmnh…"

"Ho-holy shit yo that broad be thirsty!" Mr. Daremo grinned eagerly, sliding off the couch to get a better view of punk girl's excellent tongue work. Mr. La 'Ahad stared at the dancer for a moment longer as she shuddered in the shame of her loss and the pleasure of the girls's tongues before he too gave his undivided attention to Wonder Girl and Punk girl.

"Mmngh-mmnn." Wonder Girl's hips gyrated pulling away from Punk girl's face as he tongue squirmed inside her pussy. Getting close enough for pleasure, and pulling away quickly to calm down as she squeezed Punk Girl's ass cheeks… her legs dangling over the back of the couch as Wonder Girl rolled her hips, half-twerking for the view and half-avoiding Punk girl's tongue.

"Ahaa-haammn!" she hooked her tattooed digits into Wonder Girl's ass and pulled her down. "MMn-mmn-MMNGH!!" Her legs struggled as Wonder Girl's hand clapped on the 'smack it' tattoo and her fingers slipped up into Punk Girl's ass pushing the cum button. "MMGNhg!! Aaah! Haah…"

"Shiiit…" grinned Mr. Daremo, looking happily disappointed as Wonder Girl stood up triumphantly… ass cheeks clenching as she glanced over her shoulder at Mr. Nobody…"

"…I do believe I said last to orgasm wins." He smiled as Wonder Girl trembled, and moaned before crawling back onto the stage as Dancer moved aside, she lied on her back spread her legs wide and finished herself.

"Haah… ahh. Aha-aah!" churning her fingers loudly inside her pussy as arousal dribbled out of her. "Haah! Ahh! Haaah!" her legs closed, then she slammed her feet down before pushing her lower body up, "Haahh-ahaha!!" shaking as she orgasmed BEAUTIFULLY… even a sour-looking Punk girl was taken aback by how much Wonder Girl CLEARLY enjoyed that… before flopping back onto the stage.

"…Shit." Replied Mr. Daremo as the cigar slipped from Mr. La 'Ahad's lips.

"You lost my dear please remove yourself from the stage…" smiled Mr. Nobody moving the game along as the dancer dejectedly slipped from the stage. "Mr. La 'Ahad left or right?"

Mr. La 'Ahad looked between Mr. Nobody and Daremo. Both to his left and his right. "Eh right…" Daremo laughed happily.

"Ha-ha! Come here girl!" he shuffled on the couch as the dancer moved towards him. "You put on a good show keep me warm…" he said, pointing to his hard on as she knelt between his spread legs. "…Oooh I don't need to see your face to get my dick sucked… haah…" he sighed as she removed his cock from his pants, and lifting her viel over it she began moving her head up and down. "Oooh. This is a good one…" he praised grinning at Mr. La 'Ahad who didn't seem annoyed.

"Now then… ladies." Smiled Mr. Nobody gesturing to punk girl and Wonder girl. Kneeling down to the base of the stage and opening a sliding door. "If you don't mind. Round 2 will begin." Daremo with his hand on Dancer's bobbing head, held a device in the other hand as Mr. Nobody produced four completely identical ribbed dildos. "Insert two of these please…" he said, resting them all upright. "…In whatever orifice you wish."

Punk girl grabbed both her dildo's and sticking her tongue out mockingly at Wonder Girl, took both inside her. Front, then back, shaking as she deposited the back one extra slowly. Wonder Girl however leaned forward, raised her ass in the air behind her, and simultaneously stuffed them to the base in one thrust… quivering wordlessly as Daremo whistled.

"Now then ladies. Round 2 is the reverse. The first one to orgasm. Wins. The last one loses." He then gestured to both of them. "Please squat down… that's it." he said as they sat on their heels. "Hands on your heads. It's an instantly lose if they come out." Mr. Daremo?"

Barely a second after his name was called he turned the device in his hand to eleven. "GO!"

"NNNGGGH!! Haah-aah-aaaaah!" Punk Girl and Wonder Girl wiggled and jiggled, facing each other as punk girl's tongue lolled from her mouth. Wonder Girl's eyes rolled in her head as the vibrating dildo's made them shake from all the way down her body. Her big breasts wobbling as she drooled, feeling the dildos writhe against each other inside her. Her inner walls tightening around the rubber. "MMgh! NNGH!!"

She hopped up and down subtly on her heels as her breasts jiggled on her chest. Jumping up and down as Punk Girl moaned incoherently, gazing at them with her mouth hanging open. "Damn you these bitches love it! They're gonna nut before me! Easy yo, let me enjoy it…" he squirmed slightly gazing at Wonder Girl's jiggling breasts but holding Dancer's head firmly as she bobbed faster and faster.

"Haah! Ahhhhh!" Wonder Girl moaned, she was close, her body was hot and her holes were tight around the squirming dildos… but luckily.

"Haaggghh-SHIT!!" squealed punk girl, "Fuck! FUCK!!" her hips furiously bucked back and forth on her heels and the dildo in her pussy flung out, vibrating wildly on the stage as she continued bucking her spasming hips. "Haaa-hhaaah…" gasping and wheezing as she gyrated.

"UUUUgggh!" Wonder Girl, seeing her victory let herself cum, she shuddered… then froze. Only the hums of her vibrators could be heard from her.

"Now that IS a show!" declared Mr. Nobody. "Such a close race." He approached punk girl, gripping the dildo in her ass and ripping it abruptly from her hole as she fell onto her knees, shaking. "And what a lovely dance." He held the dildo to Punk girl's lips. "Lick." He said simply as she ran her tongue slowly around it. "Well it is time for round three Ms… Wonder Girl." He said, finding her name as Mr. La 'Ahad' got to his stocky feet, grabbing at her dildo's and removing them from her body as Mr. Daremo removed his cock from Dancer's veil, dripping with Saliva. "It's time for round three…"

He waved hand at Punk girl, gesturing her off the stage. "Entertain each other please… lots of touching and moaning." He said as Punk girl crawled against a panting Dancer as they began to squirm against each other like snakes looking for warmth

"Round 3 is very difficult but simple. You must make us all orgasm in 15 minutes. Not each. Fifteen minutes total…" Wonder Girl panted, surrounded by the grinning, lecherous men as she sat on her knees. They began to strip. "If you win you get the pot. If you lose… well you still have your delivery fee. Now who would you like to start with?"

Wonder Girl panted softly, going from Mr. La 'Ahad's hairy bulk to Mr. Daremo's yakuza wannabe tattoos and Mr. Nobody's aged but fit body. "…Can't I just play with you all at once?" she moaned, rubbing herself slowly as they went rigid surprise. "Why do I have to pick, daddy?"

For the first time Mr. Nobody seemed taken aback, "…Ahem… well… I suppose it's not against the rules-ooh…"

She was already leaning forward, on her hands and knees she gripped Mr. Nobody's length with her lips. "MMgh-mmn-mmnn…" sucking his rigid member quickly as she grabbed Mr. Daremon's, stroking his wet cock as he groaned… it was Mr. La 'Ahad' he greedily grabbed at her waist, pushing his stumpy but thick dick against her wet pussy. "MMngh!" moaning as he began brutally slamming against her, his gut rubbing on her back as the smacking of hips echoed around them along with the moans of Dancer and Punk girl fingering each other.

"Hey it ain't fair that Nobody. Shit…" gasped Mr. Daremo as Wonder Girl slipped off Mr. Nobody's cock and replaced the empty feeling in her mouth with Mr. Daremo's. "Oooh. Damn…" he grabbed at her hair, pulling her head down to the base again and again as she stroked Mr. Nobody.

"Mmgh! Mmngh! MNgh! Guck!" she inhaled his cock, burying it into her throat as saliva spluttered out before she yanked her head back, gasping as Mr. La 'Ahad's cock trembled inside her as he grabbed her hips, "Ah! Ah! AH! AH! Daddy!" she whined erotically as he furiously jackhammered away at her. Her ass cheeks rippling under his gut. "Fuck my ass too…" she moaned as he stopped, burying his cock deep into her body as she cooed, shaking her ass.

"This one is good!" he praised, pulling out to push against her ass only for Mr. Daremo to push him away.

"Yo! It's my turn if you're pulling out!"

"Noooo…" moaned Wonder Girl, feeling their cocks against her. She was running low on time. "Just stick them both in meeeee!" she whimpered.

"Such a lusty whore my girl could learn a thing or two!" Mr. La Ahad 'grabbed her hair yanking her up and off the stage walking backward to the couch. "Get on it…" he ordered as she struggled against his gut, feeling his stumpy cock stretch her ass as she spread her legs.

"MMMGH!" opening her pussy invitingly to Mr. Daremo who HAPPILY took it. Pushing greedily inside her. "Haa-haa-haa-haaah!" clutching at her bouncing, jiggling breasts with both hands as she gazed at Mr. Nobody. "Daddy you too…" she moaned, opening her mouth, "Put it in my mouth!" she managed to articulate even as Mr. Daremo and Mr. La 'Ahad focused on grinding into her harder and harder. "Haaah!" she rolled her head back onto the couch as Mr. Nobody loomed behind it, slapping her bouncing face as she managed to wrap her lips back around him… "Mngh! Mngh! MMmngh!"

He planted his hands on the couch and pushed back and forth against her face. Pushing his sack to her forehead as they pumped, grinded and thrust. "Mmngh! Mngn-hmn! Mnghg!!" sore, shaking, trembling she came again and again as they got as deep into her holes as they could, throbbing inside her and choking her she clung tightly to everything and anything…

"Haah Aah! Ahhh! Haaah!!" Mr. Daremo finished first, pushing in briefly and pulling out. "Haaah!"

A veritable torrent shot onto her stomach and tits, five strong ropes of cum sprayed onto her before he quickly pushed away from her. She moaned at the sticky heat coating her skin as Mr. Nobody, seemingly too aroused by the sight of the mess on her. Pushed into her face.

"MMmmgnh!" he held her head and her throat and fed her his seed. It oozed relentlessly down into her gullet as he opened his mouth. His ballsack pulsated on her forehead as he clawed at her hair. "Mmmmngh…" she tongue at his twitching member before he satisfyingly popped from her lips.

No longer restrained by two other men holding her down Mr. La 'Ahad came last, holding at her waist FIRMLY he yanked her up and slammed her down. "Haagh! Ahah! Aaah! Aaah! DADDY…" she moaned dazedly as his heavy body disguised a rough, stout strength that he used to FUCK dat ass… "Aaahg!!!"

"Aaahh… AAAH…" he sighed, holding her firmly on his lap as his cock pulsated shot after shot of cum up inside her. Speaking in what she determined as 'arabic' some sort of lecherous prayer maybe. Half laughing half straining in pain as he bucked his hips up twice into her ass and threw her forward onto the floor as she flopped onto the ground… her ass cheeks shaking as her ass gaped and oozed with semen.

Mr. La 'Ahad slapped a sticky hand on her ass cheek… getting up from the couch and waddling over to punk girl and dancer still grinding together. Apparently his 'sticky hand' came from a stray rope from Mr. Daremo and he didn't seem to care, only grabbing his dancer and slipping his hand under the veil as she flinched…

"That was a good time Nobody." He sighed, sitting on the couch with his hand under Dancer's veil as she knelt beside him… clearly, and noisily, cleaning his fingers with her tongue. "Where did you find that one?"

"My good friend Sanada-San recommended her place of employment…" cooed Mr. Nobody as he wiped his limp cock with a piece of cloth. "I merely picked her from a plethora of beauties…" Mr. Daremon fondled Punk Girl's tits, and ass as she crawled onto his lap.

"Yo order more man!" he laughed happily, "…Don't worry girl I'm keeping you." He added as Punk girl seemed unconcerned.

"I'm afraid that such ah… orders are restricted to an hourly limit." Mr. Nobody declared, "And hers is up as off…" he checked his pocket watch. "…4 minutes ago."

Wonder Girl recovered herself relatively quickly, stretching, shaking and moaning as she pushed herself off the floor to their viewing pleasure. "…I need to shower."

"I believe all you ladies could use a shower. 10-minute break." Declared Mr. Nobody. "While I procure another… entertainer." He said ominously.

He said things with such slime but there seemed to be none.

The Wonder Girl was first into the bathroom, followed by Punk Girl and Dancer… who finally removed her veil and hood, hijab, the cloth thing, whatever it was called Wonder Girl wasn't entirely sure except she knew it was part of the costume. It revealed a beautiful face and bald head as Dancer shut the door. "It's always the weird ones that pay the best."

"You on retainer with that fat fuck?" asked Punk girl as Dancer shrugged, Wonder Girl ignored them both and slipped into the expensive shower.

"It's a living." Is it? she wasn't one to talk… she was enjoying it too much to really think about it. The two seemed to be chatting it up as she quickly rinsed, she was on a time table after all. "What about you?"

"What shades? He's a regular when he gets in town… it's nice to have a steady paycheck." Replied punk girl, "This is the freakiest we've ever gotten though. But hey beats out some of the Gotham nuts by a mile."

"What about you?" Wonder Girl hesitated, Dancer was talking to her. "…What is it? delivery girl by day part-time slut by night?" Wonder Girl stared at her thoughtfully… then after a brief moment of contemplation.

"…Pretty sure I'm a slut all the time." She finally said. The girls seemed to enjoy her honest joke, laughing lightly as they continued to talk shop.

"Sure wish I could've made you squeal." Declared Punk girl as she got into the shower while Wonder Girl got out, "Could've used that grand prize. What are you going to do with it?"

"Give it to my boss." Wonder Girl replied quickly and seriously.

"Seriously?" asked Dancer surprised.

"…I'm pretty sure if I don't, she'll give me to stranger men than these three." She replied, before strutting naked out of the bathroom.

Mr. Nobody was on the phone. "No Madam I assure you I've very serious…" then not wearing pants and watching Wonder Girl dress he handed her a stack of bills. "Yes. I'm perfectly fine with that…" he then pointed to the case. "As long as she knows the risks." He declared, waving to her and brushing her hands to the door as a naked Mr. La 'Ahad' and a naked Mr. Daremo watched her strut out the door again.

She took a heavy sigh of relief before getting into the elevator and hitting the ground floor. She strutted out of the elevator and jiggled past the security desk, paused, and walked towards the guards as they stared at her curiously. She put the keycard back on the counter. "Here."

"Hold on you're still here? I thought you left when we weren't noticing like… an hour ago?" the other guard declared as the older guard frowned thoughtfully. "Didn't you just go to deliver food?"

Wonder Girl froze, "…Yes." She finally said before turning around before they could ask questions and distracted them with her ass as she bit her bottom lip and tried very hard NOT to giggle girlishly.

Time: 11:25 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)

While she left under her own power and got to the car in good time, apparently that was all adrenaline and the thrill. Once it wore off she was sore, itchy, and maybe a little tired. But she powered through and carrying the suitcase of her winnings and the stack of bills for the delivery she approached Orders counter and put both down.

"Welcome back, Helena." She declared gesturing to the massage table and a smiling Hector the Masseuse. "Enjoy."

"God yes." She sighed, lounging catlike onto the massage table as Hector the Masseuse warmed his hands by vigorously rubbing them together and applying perfect, satisfying pressure onto her back as her toes curled. "…This is worth leaving the marines…" she concurred softly to herself.

Orders opened the suitcase, smiled, and after giving Wonder Girl and unknown cut of the prize inside she put the rest under the counter to eventually change the rest of the money at the bank. Most of it wasn't in local bills. Orders absently stroked Hector the dog's back with her foot as he cooed softly.

"You're my favorite." She declared softly as Hector's tail wagged.

"I am standing right here." Hector the Masseuse declared as Helen purred.

"Yes you are… how have none of the girls dragged you into a closet yet? Seems like a priority for Veronica."

"…Trade secret." Smiled the very not straight Hector the Masseuse.

"Is it Ronnie-Bell? I bet it's Ronnie-Bell… Or Rebecca. Or…" she hesitated and managed to lift her face from the table. "Where are they actually?"

"Rebecca's at a derby game with Ashley and Ronnie-Bell is babysitting Sean. Ciara is here tonight." Orders replied casually as Helena looked, slightly concerned. She was a former marine she could handle herself.

"…But wait what's to stop anyone from causing trouble?"

"Hector."

"The masseuse or the-"

Orders eyes flashed as, to answer her question, Hector the dog sat at her side, and like a supervillain, she stroked his head soothingly. "…Why do you think this Hector is my favorite?" she said. Confidently…

Hector the masseuse just grinned and put Helen into massage heaven. "…Ouch. My feelings."

End