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Bat-themed vigilantes drive supercars and bikes through Gotham. Cybernetic Football players fly through the air fighting crime. Super-technological weather wands, multiple different freeze rays, superpowered steel suits with hammers, and a 'Totally not given to the Joker on purpose' super mech crashing through Gotham City…
And yet it still takes five hours to fly from Gotham City to Star City. At least our girls weren't in coach.
Lucia 'Lucy' Lopez, known back in Gotham as Superbabes' Green Lantern (I) dosed quietly in a window seat, a vision of absolute, fit-as-all-hell loveliness that still managed to draw a few stares without even trying from those passing by to head to the bathroom. Next to her was Maria Santos, also known as one half of the superbabes duo Fire, was also quietly sleeping with her head on the ever-sweet-smiling Zoey Hanson, who was the other half of the duo dressed as Ice…
She was also known as former pornstar Sally Snowball on account of the natural white hair and a rumor of seeming endless willingness to do some nasty ass stuff on camera but thankfully there weren't a lot of fans of hers on this flight. She quietly read a book with her ears occupied by headphones as Maria snuggled on her shoulder and continued to sleep comfortably and unimpededly.
In the middle of the plane were the remaining two members of this superbabes traveling party. Lori 'Livewire' Moreno, blue as a blueberry and thicker than a snicker. Currently dressed in a hoodie and tight shorts, sat on the end seat with Elizabeth 'Bessie' Anderson. Who if you could not tell from her large, LARGE breasts… dressed as the equally huge The Mighty Endowed…
She was also blissfully well covered up in a snug T-shirt and a warm jacket but no amount of clothing would hide the fact that her breasts were bigger than the average person's head. A fact that the man next to her continued to try and subtly notice.
"Hey." Declared Lori abruptly as he jumped at getting caught. "It's going to be hard to stare at them with swollen eyes." She threatened under her hood as Bessie, who had been nodding off, woke up.
"Mgh?" she blinked around sleepily as Lori stood up into the aisle. Her big bugling ass cheeks bumping absently against Zoey's elbow.
"Hey Bessie, switch with me." Declared Lori coolly, as the beautiful strawberry blonde with the basketball breasts got up, and switched with the blue beauty. Who sat next to the rude guy, glaring at him as Bessie took her seat.
"…Lori aren't you hot in that?" asked Bessie curiously, gesturing to Lori's hoodie.
"Yeah. But it's better than the alternative." Lori replied lowering the hood and revealing her blue skin to the man next to her, "Boo." She said scathingly as he coughed and turned away, scrambling for something to distract himself from the babes he sat next to.
Regardless of her blue skin Lori was still, frankly, a hot piece of ass.
Lori pulled her hood back up. "I hate flying…" Lori mumbled as Bessie just sighed, leaning back against the seat as her large breasts continued to beautifully bulge forward.
"It's not that bad." Bessie replied, "…I mean… usually." She added. Her body, hell her beauty overall as magnificent as it is, was often gawped at by even the least perverted and pious of men, and sometimes women… children. More than a few babies have tried to nurse off her. The various staring was unavoidable in a tight place where you couldn't do much but sit and wait…
But for Lori it was much worse. Lori's blue skin wasn't a mutation, defect, or anything negative of the sort. It was the product of Alien lust. Lori was half alien, half Columbian. Her extraterrestrial horn-dog of a father came to earth, knocked up her sexy ass mother: literally for her sexy Columbian ass, and produced Lori.
He (and by proxy she) was something called a Sluutavan, highly skilled and sexually liberated sex aliens. Also a serial adulterer and hundreds of years old. This is all information she learned later in life… she didn't even know what a Sluutavan was until recently. But what that MEANT was that Lori had an unhealthy desire for sex.
She loved it. Needed it. And quite frankly enjoyed it… but unlike some other 'sluts' at Superbabes… when she needed it, she NEEDED it. To a point where it sometimes just got uncontrollable. There were no known effective medical suppressants, it was an instinctive desire of her alien heritage to have orgasms as often as her body demanded.
Which leads me to the point. Lori needed to fuck something, or masturbate, or take some lucky fucker and induct him into the mile high club. She fingered herself before she got on the plane, but that was hours ago at this point and she was cramped in next to 'The Mighty Endowed', who got guys to RADIATE pheromones and arousal, of which she was sensitive too, plus a packed plane where the air was recycled…
There was nowhere for that amount of horniness to go except right to her crotch.
"Lori? Are you alright?" asked Bessie as Lori fidgeted in her seat, her big blue ass cheeks squirming and twitching in her seat as her toes curled in her sneakers. Lori bit her bottom lip and inhaled deeply through her nose. Holding it as she closed her eyes and sighed heavily after holding it as long as she could.
"…I think I need the bathroom." She glared at the guy next to her. "Don't fucking stare." She warned as Bessie got up again and Livewire stood up from her seat.
Livewire
She shuffled out of the row and turned, stuffing her hands into her hoodie pockets as she walked back towards the plane bathrooms. Her wide hips popping naturally with each step as the 'drums' played in the heads of everyone who watched her go.
You know the ones. 'Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom.' She picked one of the bathrooms, letting herself in and slamming the door shut before unzipping her hoodie, "MMn." And pulling it open. "Mierda." She cursed to herself. Her tight, flowery T-shirt hugging her breasts as she tossed her hoodie onto the sink, running her hands through her wavey, blueish-white mohawk. What blue skin was showing had a distinctly sheen to it… Heat sweat because of her hoodie or in-HEAT sweats because of her physiology… who could really say?
She sucked in recycled air through her teeth, not helping herself. As she rested her hands on the sink and her hips wiggled as if someone was watching… that expert hip shimmy and ass shaking jiggle was the cause of many a big tipper and was a sure sign of her own subtly rising arousal. She pushed herself slowly upright, and undid jeans pushing them down over her big, shapely, round blue ass…
Her thong bit between her huge blue cheeks, because she had to wear a thong. There was just too much ass to comfortably fit into anything other than 'granny panties'. Once her pants hit the floor her thumbs slipped into the strings that hugged the tiny piece of sexy cloth and tugged it slowly down… her cheeks seemingly unwilling to let it go as her damp crotch clung to her wet pussy.
Crystal clear arousal dripped down her thick blue thigh as she let her thong join her pants before she sat onto the toilet seat. Taking a deep breath before spreading her legs, she rolled back against the wall, raising her legs up against the wall to the side of her and onto the sink, good and spread eagled as her right hand lowered to her crotch. "Haah…" she was so hot she was steaming, her left hand cupping at her tit and pinching her nipple through the shirt as her fingers slipped inside her. "Haah… ahahmn…" she squirmed on the seat, her blue ass molding into an airtight seal…
…Yes the myth was unfortunately real and her ass was certainly big enough…
"Haaah-aah!" she gasped loudly, her legs shaking as she churned her silky blue pussy. Her crystal-clear natural fluid dripping down her blue ass cheeks as they began to instinctively buck up against her own hand, she had to push herself back down as her thick legs visibly and wildly shook. "Haammngh!" she covered her mouth as she came, her legs still shaking as her sneakers squeaked on the wall and the mirror. "MMNGH!" writhing against the wall as she made herself cum. "Mmmn…mmn…" her legs were surprisingly stiff, before shaking again as they slid down the wall to the floor.
Her left leg landed on the sink while her right flopped onto the ground. Where it twitched again… "Haah… haahhhh mierda…" she breathed. She ran her 'clean' hand through her hair as she instantly felt relief… well, more relief then a good self-fucking normally granted. It was as if somebody tossed cold water over her, only less irritating.
With her alien body seemingly satisfied on her fingers for the moment. She pulled them from her tight, moist pussy and sat up. Planting her shaking feet on the floor before ripping a few squares of toilet paper from the holder and wiped her fingers off.
She moved fluidly, standing up and tossing the wet paper into the airplane toilet and was just about to flush when her body tensed and her pussy throbbed for more. "NGh!" she fell forward against the door, shaking erotically as her hand immediately returned to cool down her arousal. "Haa-haa!" furiously fingering herself again before reaching around with her other hand so quickly she accidentally clapped it onto her left ass cheek making the blue mass of flesh wobble as it slipped between her cheeks and pushed into her ass. "MMNngh!!" pressing her forehead to the door her hips swiveled and gyrated like she had no control over her body…
Which might be a plus or a negative depending on your point of view. Sometimes her body got so horny that she didn't consider it masturbation just her Sluutavan DNA taking over and literally fucking herself over.
"Haa-aah!" her ass cheeks wobbling as her hand tried to pry its fist into her hole but only managed to punch between her cheeks as she stuffed her pussy with her other hand leaning heavily against the door as her hips swiveled again and again. "Haah!" she yanked her hand from her ass cheeks, and had it join the right hand pleasing her pussy, rubbing her clit, scrapping her inner walls as her hips thrust back and forth until… "Ahhhh…" she pushed herself from the door and sat back down. "Mmmmngh!" she bit her bottom lip HARD to keep herself quiet. Shaking as she lost control of herself and leaked into the airplane toilet.
Arousal, urine… or just plain old squirt she was empty now. Sighing as her eyes rolled up into her head and she twitched. "MMGNh!" she took another breath and eyed her wet hands, blinking irately at them. "…shit." She breathed softly, before wiping her hands again with toilet paper. "Fuck." She sighed…
No matter how good it felt it was still inconvenient, and awkward, and she's banged more random people than she's cared to admit even to Orders and the other Superbabes. What's worse is that's going to forget all about this moment of irritation the next time she gets a proper FUCK. Hesitating for a moment as she sat mostly naked on the toilet, she took a deep breath through her nose and stood up…
No sudden unwavering desire to stuff her fuck holes. So, she bent down, her big blue ass cheeks wobbling as she stepped into her thong and yanked it up. Squirmed at it's dampness, then removed it again before wrapping it in toilet paper and stuffing it into her pants pocket and sighed as she got to the inevitable 'hard part'.
Stuffing her big blue ass back into her pants.
"Mpfh!" she grunted as waistline of her pants hooked under her big bulging blue cheeks as they jiggled on top of it while she yanked it up. "Get… IN THERE." She grumbled as she felt it slide a little over her curves and "Ah…" snuggly stuffed back in. "…Damn thing." She mumbled, patting her rear as she grabbed her hoodie and yanked it back on, zipping up, and pulling up the hood as she turned and flushed.
She sighed softly, and after washing her hands went to unlock the door. Froze, and realized that she didn't… "ha-ha…" she laughed nervously, "…Well that might have been awkward…" she mumbled to herself before opening it.
Lori packed back into her clothes strutted back down the aisle to Bessie who once again got up, distracted and aroused the immediate male area, and promptly frustrated Lori's alien biology but hopefully 20 minutes of hard bean flicking will keep it under wraps for the rest of the flight.
…That mostly worked…
…THUMP.
Lori fidgeted as the plane finally touched down in Star City. She rubbed her thick thighs together and hoped to various gods that people got the FUCK off the plane before she jumped the most eager and hardest cock she could. And there was a SELECTION to pick from thanks to the quintet of Superbabes all collected in one section of the plane.
Lucy, Maria, Zoey, Bessie and Lori all grabbed their various carry ons and walked up the ramp into the star City airport as Maria yawned broadly, stretching her arms as her big brown sugar breasts, framed by a tight V-neck and her half jacket wobbled up and down as she bounced in place. "MNGh! I slept fantástica…" she cooed as the girls collectively walked on.
Zoey, ever smiling, lowered her headphones to rest on her neck as she slipped her listening device into her shorts pocket. The only one of the babes to dress warmly for moderately sunnier Star City. Short kneel-length shorts and a comfortable tank-top. She turned her attention to Lucy, the one 'in charge' for this little excursion as the lovely latina led them on towards the baggage claim, guided by signs…
And collectively ignoring the stares.
There was just something about the Superbabes as a whole, even in casually normal clothing, that naturally drew gazes. Even in Star City, hundreds of miles from Gotham there were people who recognized them. The benefit of having a website that not only provided a restaurant menu with pictures of the waitresses… but also 'perks' that you'd get if you subscribed to the extraordinarily premium part of the website…
Over 18 stuff.
Meaning, out of the hundreds of people in the airport there was at least ONE who knew who they were and now that poor guy was horny. It wasn't the Superbabes problem though. But back to Zoey.
"So Lucy what's first?"
Lucy wore a headband keeping her luscious auburn locks out of her pretty green eyes as she rested a hand on her tight but flexible pants, her T-shirt with the words 'fitness guru' printed on the back like a jersey showed off her own magnificent breasts and shapely fit curves. Of the five of them Lucy was the only won who could not only run a marathon, but bang a few guys on the way and still win it.
"First we get our bags. Then we head to the docks." She declared as Bessie adjusted her backpack and tossed her strawberry blonde hair trapped between it and her back.
"…Okay but how do we get there? Are we renting a car?"
"Hmmn…" Lucy frowned to herself, "…Nooo. I don't think so. We're leaving the city by boat after all and heading south to San Francisco. Why rent something we'd have to return?"
"That doesn't really answer how we're getting there." Maria noted. "…Are we going to have to do something… Veronica-y?"
Veronica being the notoriously sexual 'Starfire'… of Superbabes and quite possibly the sluttiest woman on the planet.
"No. Orders gave me some instructions for our first day here." Lucy said, pulling an envelope from her carry-on Dufflebag. Slung over her right shoulder, "So let's get our bags and then I'll read them…"
"Certa…" Maria said skeptically in Portuguese as Zoey just smiled at her and happily followed the luscious Latina and her shapely toned Latin booty. "…You get the feeling this is a bad idea?"
Lori, who was finally calming down after getting some fresh air, shrugged in her hoodie. "…When has that stopped ANY of us?" she added as they both naturally wiggled and jiggled on.
One after the other they retrieved their bags from the conveyorbelt, Zoey's being the last and yes, it was covered in adorable kitties as Bessie hauled it from the conveyor belt. Sitting her big albino bubble booty onto it. Lucy finally opened the envelope and read the instructions… frowned. Then re-read them. "What does it say?" asked Zoey after a moment of silence as Lucy's tongue flicked across her teeth, then back the other way over her lips as she tried to understand the instructions.
"…Go to the third-floor parking. Stall 312 Find the non-descript van. Then read step two."
"…That's not sketchy." Maria noted disappointedly "That's not sketchy at all." as the girls, at this point used to their bosses methods. Gathered their things and headed towards the parking garage…
On the third floor, they found the van described, then Lucy checked the note again, reading step two. "…Open the driver's door. The Driver was too dumb to lock it, check the glove compartment for a spare key."
"Que Porra?" declared Maria irately and in disbelief. "Are we… are stealing a car?!" she hissed.
"…Tell Maria to be quiet… Be quiet Maria." Lucy sheepishly apologized with a grimace and a shrug, apparently, that was also written in the instructions. "…Open the back door." As Lucy read these instructions. Lori, more than eager to move this along, decided that it wasn't stealing if everything was left out for them. So she opened the driver's door, grabbed the spare key from the glove box, and opened the back… Freezing as Lucy added becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
"…Don't mind the cocaine."
"What the fuck?!/Que Porra?!" the girls collectively cringed together as Lucy yanked the instructions from the envelope and calmly continued reading.
"Don't panic. Drive to the docks, park in front of Queen Shipping Company, leave it there and don't look back."
"She wants us to STEAL a van full of cocaine and leave it in front of some shipping company?" Lori asked. 'Full' of cocaine was rather perspective it was just a box of it.
"Oliver Queen's shipping company?" Zoey replied, "…He's the Bruce Wayne of the West coast right?"
"He wishes." Maria replied as Zoey chuckled but replied scoldingly.
"Maria! Don't be mean!... I like his beard." She added as her roommate and honestly, best friend, just chuckled.
Lucy read and re-read the instructions, frowned, then folded them up sticking them into her pocket. "…Okay. Let's do it."
"Seriously?" Lori replied cautiously as Lucy shrugged.
"What else can we do?"
There was a collective silence, and oddly, the first one to put her things into the back of the van was Bessie.
"I'm not riding in the back." She declared frankly, already heading to the passenger's seat as Lori tossed the keys to Lucy."
…They treated that box of cocaine like it was a jostling timebomb… but they made their way across beautiful and oddly scenic Star City. They expected it to be like Gotham, but there was more light, clearer air, and even far more trees than expected. Nightclubs, dive bars, restaurants, and even a few casinos… all the same things Gotham had but seemed to be much shinier, especially in the daylight.
It took Lucy 30 minutes and Bessie's phone GPS to find the docks they were heading to, parking the van outside of Queen's Shipping… before grabbing their things, stuffing the box in a corner, and just… walking away. As instructed… for at least ten minutes before arriving at the civilian docks.
It was all very… dirty. But they had finally arrived at the dockyard and mooring… there was also such places in Gotham, some more notorious locations than others, but it even smelled nicer here. Numerous private boats, fishing and recreational, rested on the docks, some were even houseboats.
"Which one are we looking for? Bessie asked as Lucy checked her instructions again.
"Good Fortune. Just read the lettering on the hulls let me know when you find it." she said. "It'll be stupid to lug our stuff around while we're looking. Bessie. You and Lori stay here with our things while Maria, Zoey and I run up these moorings.
"Okay." Bessie said as they clumped their various suitcases together. Lori and Bessie sat down on their bags as the other three wandered the docks. The two Babes sat together, Lori scowling as Bessie blinked at her. "You can take the hood off now…" she noted as Lori sniffed, and unzipped, lowering the hood as her pretty blue face was exposed.
"I guess there are fewer pendejos to gawp." She then eyed Bessie's noticeable bulges and grinned, "But maybe they won't be looking at me, yeah?"
Bessie stuck out her tongue at Lori but she wasn't wrong, a couple of less-than-savory-looking punks wandering by eyed the thick blue chica and the busting out busty babe. Out of Gotham: same jackoffs.
"Hola chica!" declared one of them, approaching the girls as Lori turned around and eyed him irately.
"Vete al cuerno." She declared, and considering the look of confusion on his face… he might not actually speak Spanish and just thought it made him sound cool.
"Oh, she's spicy… and blue." Declared the other punk, also looking confused but more out of surprise at the color of her skin but to his credit, he recovered quickly. "Are you two ladies waiting for your ship to come in?" he asked slimily as Lori rolled her eyes. "How about we go have some fun, instead?
"We're waiting on our friends." Declared Bessie as BOTH of the punks eyed her breasts: Naturally. "They'll be back anytime now. So no thank you…" Which sounded more like a brush-off if anything, so they both ignored her and started to get closer.
"Awe come on baby don't be like that-" The 'No Hablo Espanol' guy reached out for a piece of Bessie. "Why don't come with us and-" Wham! "NGh!"
POW! ZAP! KAPLUT! BAM!! He went flying as the busty Superbabe delivered a flurry of chops and punches sending him to the pavement with a groan as the other quickly backed off, seeing her serious fighting stance.
"We said NO." she declared confidently as Lori whistled impressed at the display. The two scrambled quickly away with their egos as bruised as 'No Hablo Espanol'.
"Santa Mierda Bessie…" laughed Lori, "Where did you learn that?"
Bessie looked at her legitimately surprised. "…I'm a black belt in Shotokan-ryu karate didn't you know that?"
"NO! when and how would I know that!?" Laughed Lori with a grin as Bessie blushed. "That was pretty badass."
"Well. I'm glad I could still do it…" she sat back down before adding sheepishly. "I haven't practiced in years. I guess you never really forget. Or it's muscle memory…"
"…Muscle memory is something I can relate to." Mumbled the blue Superbabe, her body something of a standard for it. "…Ha." She laughed slightly with a grin, "And here I thought I had to watch out for you and those tits on this trip! Turns out you could've given that guy sneaking a peak at you on the plane, the black eyes I've threatened him with!"
"What guy?" Bessie replied surprised.
"That pendejo that sat next to you on the plane!" Lori 'cupped' her breasts but held her hands out several inches miming herself as if she had Bessie's size. "He kept looking at you so I changed seats with you."
"…I thought you just liked him." Bessie replied sheepishly as Lori snorted. Sometimes Bessie was too 'pure' for a girl with tits so big… and for such occasional dalliances with her own blooming sexuality.
"Hey!" both girls jumped as Lucy came running back, waving. "Zoey found it! Come on, grab the bags." She said as she, Lori and Bessie carried everything to join with Maria and Zoey by the 'Good Fortune'.
To their credit they expected something… disheveled and cheap for a hideout boat. The man who supposedly bought it was Orders's 'father' so they expected him to be a penny pincher like their 'beloved' boss when it came down to it.
So to find such a luxurious houseboat was more than a surprise. A good wide deck, solid engine, an even more solid cabin where the roof could function as a gathering spot for sun bathing and socializing… The girls entered the cabin only to be more surprised. Surprisingly spacious. The main bedroom with a double bed, a living room with a couch and a TV, a shower bathroom with a combination toilet. A lower deck kitchen, pantry, and storage…
It was a NICE place. Clearly, no expense was spared… Orders's (albeit disowned) 'father' bought this place?
Lucy, the only one who could actually drive a boat, examined the controls curiously. Then sat down, reading the instructions Orders gave her. They were surprisingly descriptive even if she was clairvoyant. "…Is it really alright for us to take this boat?" Zoey interrupted innocently as she sat down on the wide couch. Her normally sweet, perpetual smile was a little diminished…
"It technically belongs to Orders." Declared Maria, rubbing Zoey's shoulder comfortingly. "…So… Yeah, Querida." She nodded as Lori sniffed, tossing her bag and the others into the storage below deck. As Bessie squeezed into the bathroom to examine the facilities. Lucy frowned at the instructions their boss gave her, standing up, and wandering around the cabin.
"Still…" Zoey said unsurely. "…It feels like we're stealing…"
"It's to my understanding." Lucy noted, "That the people who bought this boat stole from Orders to buy it." she said, "And bought it under her name to hide it from the feds." She added reaching around the TV, "So… don't think of it as stealing…" she shrugged and tugged out what was clearly the hidden ship engine key. "Think of it as repossessing!" she finished cheerily smiling at Zoey comfortingly.
"If it really bothers you Querida you can say we kidnapped you when the policiais catch us." Smiled Maria playfully teasing as Zoey's smile slowly returned.
"So! Let's get this ship underway! San Francisco! Here we come!"
"Hold it!" declared Lori, her blue head sticking up from the floor. "One. We just got to Star City…" she held a stack of business cards, waving them like a flag as she crawled back out and sat her big blue ass on the stairs that lead to the lower deck. "You know the boss wants us to pass these around. And two… there is NO food down there. We're going to want something for the trip…"
"Maybe some entertainment?" Bessie added thoughtfully. "Board games?"
"I brought cards!" Zoey replied, "They have kittens on them." She added adorably as Maria shook her head at her perpetually smiling friend.
"We're going to be on a ship for at least three days." Lucy declared. "Maybe longer once we somehow get it to… Vegas?" she examined her instructions. "…Vegas." She replied with a skeptical nod. "Vale jefe…" she mumbled unsurely. "That's probably going to take some 'Veronica-ing'…"
"We'll worry about that when we have too." Maria replied, stretching on the couch. "…So, someone should go shopping. And a couple of chicas should find a nice, popular place and pass these out." She said, taking the Superbabes cards from Lori.
"We can do that tonight. Star City has a pretty impressive nightlife. Casinos, clubs…"
"OH!" Zoey replied cheerily, "That reminds me!" she pulled out what was obviously an airport brochure for tourists. "I want to go to Verdant!"
"Ver-what?" Lori replied curiously.
"It's a nightclub owned by Oliver Queen. I heard he goes there a lot." She replied smiling at Lori, who to be fair could not be mad at her. Nobody could be mad at the always smiling Zoey.
"…Do you have a thing for Oliver Queen. Querida?" Maria replied teasingly. "…Don't tell Mikey or he'll get jealous." She added under her breath. Mikey was their apartment super and had a MASSIVE crush on the bubbly personality, and bubbly bootied, Zoey. Not that Zoey noticed his cruse or Maria's snark.
"I just think he's handsome." Replied Zoey sweetly. "Besides he's rich! And you know how much Orders likes that."
"…Orders would probably want us to sink our teeth into a rich playboy." Replied Lucy in agreement while rubbing her chin. "…and he DOES tend to come to Gotham a lot. Rubbing elbows with Bruce Wayne probably." She nodded "Alright. We'll go clubbing tonight. Pass out some cards, have a little fun… she smiled beautifully. But until then we better get some shopping supplies."
"Ahoy the Good Fortune." Somebody shouted from the docks. "Hey!" Lucy blinked, stood up and walked to the door of the cabin. Sticking her pretty head out. A man in overalls and a dock worker cap and chewing on the end of a cigarette gazed back at her. His eyes widening at the sight of the beautiful Lucy. "…Who the hell are you? You the owner?"
"No…" Lucy smiled, walking out of the cabin and stepping onto the dock. "I work for… the owner." She replied casually, "Is there a problem?"
"Yeah. A hell of a lot of back pay." He replied, "I was just about to have this thing towed." He pointed to the boat. "My boss was paid regularly, but it stopped coming and the rest of the money ran out for it a couple of weeks back."
"Well I'm sorry to hear that." Lucy replied. "My boss was recently informed that she even owned this ship. So she sent us to reclaim it." she replied and as if on cue, the other babes interested in the conversation poked their heads out through the door to look at the guy.
…Who to his credit… tried not to stare. "Uh…" he seemed briefly taken aback by the 5 perfect tens, possibly elevens present on the boat that now increasingly looked like a party ship. "…Alright. I still need to get paid the mooring fee though."
Lucy's eyebrows rose at that before turning to the girls who collectively but not simultaneously shrugged. "We weren't told about that." Smiled Lucy sultrily, "…But I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement Mr…?"
"York." He said firmly.
"MR York." She replied. Then turning around she pulled a little jar out of her pocket and gave it a shake… seeing no response, she eyed the girls again, raising an eyebrow as she asked a silent question.
…Lori answered it, by blowing her hair out of her face and coming out of the cabin. York stared at Lori in some surprise at her blue skin as she smirked knowingly… if there was one thing a Superbabe knows, is that most 'arrangements' were easily… pounded out. Pun intended.
"You see Mr. York." Lucy smiled, resting a hand on his middle-aged chest. "We don't have a lot of money. We were just sent to get the boat… but I'm SURE that you and my friend here," she gestured to Lori, "can discuss fair compensation?" before adding sensually, just in case he didn't understand her meaning. "I can join in if you like…"
"…Fair compensation?" asked York curiously. "What are you…"
"In Gotham, it's called a fuck." Livewire declared sultrily crass as York's eyes widened. "You and I find a nice, quiet spot… and I rock your boat." She declared, licking her lips. "Gran Chico." She added seductively, letting those Sluutavan pheromones and a man's natural desire to have sex with beautiful women take effect.
Livewire
She clutched gently at his crotch feeling his growing bulge through his overalls as the cigarette dropped from his mouth in surprise. "I give you the fuck of your life and you forget we were ever here? Deal?" she replied as York's mouth opened, shut, and he rubbed his stubbly chin.
"Hold on you're serious?"
"Yeah…" she hissed, stepping off the boat and distracting him as she pressed her body to his. "MMn… I needed a good dicking…" she purred, gyrating her thick hips slowly as she rubbed his crotch. "…Don't you want to?" she cooed, sliding her tongue over her lips. "FUCK me?" she hissed as York grimaced.
This wasn't Gotham, most Star City citizens had some semblance of decency. But a gorgeous, slutty, exotically blue puta with ass cheeks bigger than his head… well most men would break. "Oh…" Livewire sneered through her teeth as York got bold, his hand on her jeans-covered ass. "Verbal agreement papi?" she purred, feeling his cock harden against her hand.
"…Shit. Yeah…" he reluctantly agrees. "…Come over here I and pounding you in the open." He added, leading her along by the wrist as she winked at the girls. Lucy waved with a wistful smile, as if somewhat disappointed that York didn't take her up on her subtle threesome offer. Considering who Lucy was, a more stable and Latina version of Veronica the Super Slut, it was somewhat understandable.
The farther and further York took Livewire down the docks, passing various leisure boats, the bolder he got. His hand reaching around to grab and squeeze at Livewire's ass cheek, and once he got a fist full of that it was like he was addicted, and he already needed more. He groped, and squeezed her ass cheeks like ripe melons… however comparatively for size more like watermelons… as he brought her to the last boat on the edge of the dock with The Crawler painted on the hull.
Far more daring now York clapped a hand on Livewire's ass as she hoped onto the fishing boat. "MMn!" she strutted across the deck as York followed setting her big blue ass against the door of the main cabin as she unzipped her hoodie, and completely removed it.
"…Shit you're blue all over…" he breathed, "…Are you cold or something?"
"No…" she moaned, tossing her hoodie to the dick, "…I'm pretty fucking hot." She replied, and before he could stop her she undid her pants and pushed them to the deck… exposing her thick lower body as she turned around and pressed her hands to the wall…
Clap-Clap-Clap.
Glance over her shoulder she made her ass cheeks clap in ways only a sexy Columbian/Sluutavan puta like her could. Twerking like a rap-video goddess as the boat seemed to rock with her thick cheeks. "MMn! Mmn…" up, clap, down, wobble, up, clap, down, wobble… shimmying from side to side as York clenched his teeth, watching the hypnotic movement of the blueberry booty.
"Daaaaaamn." He hissed through his teeth desperately as Livewire dropped that ass like a beat, squatting on her heels and bouncing on them before jumping back up,
Clap!Clap!Clap! Gyrating and moving to unheard music… then again York could probably hear some.
Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom.
It just didn't match to her ass shaking.
SMACK! Livewire's hands clapped HARD on her ass cheeks as they wobbled to a sensual stop as she sunk her fingers into them and spread them apart, exposing her gasping asshole as she opened her mouth and moaned.
"…Ready now Amigo?" she cooed as York approached as if in a trance, and gripped her thick ass meat as she gasped.
"Come here. Come on I don't want nobody seeing you."
"MMN but I like being watched papi…" she purred as he guided her quickly towards the lower deck. It smelled like stale B.O. and fish, but he lead her to a kitchen with chairs bolted around a sturdy table.
Sturdy tables. A good friend of a Superbabe.
But she wouldn't be dancing on that right now as she felt York's hands clap and squeeze her blue booty. She turned around, grabbing at his overalls before yanking the straps off his shoulders. They fell immediately to the floor exposing his average sized erection as well as the lingering stench of a fisherman…
Normally, your average woman even a SUperbabe wouldn't be entirely thrilled at fishy body odor, however, Livewire was still wound up from her lack of cock earlier, and now she was going to make up for it…
Aka, them Sluutavan genes were acting up and she wanted to suck that dick almost as much as he wanted her too.
"Wha-" York was taken by surprise as Livewire dropped to her knees quickly with a thud, that sounded like it hurt but her crotch was dripping too much for her to notice as she opened her mouth and inhaled his cock to the base. Burying her nose in the forest that was his hairy man-bush. "Uuugh!"
"MMngh!" she shook her head like a dog with a bone, her lips suckling on his base as she gazed up longingly at him. "MNGh!" Her hands hooked onto his flabby older man ass, pulling him towards her face as she pulled back, "MMgn! MMn! mMmn! Mmn! Mmnnn!"
"Aagh… aah-shit!" Moaned York, using that sturdy table to keep himself upright, his other hand resting on her head as it bobbed rapidly back and forth on his dick. "Ugh… UGH! Holy shit you girls are something else! What are they teaching you in Gotham?!" he groaned, eyes rolling up into his head as the echoes of her slutty slurps filled the lower deck.
"MMgnh-hmn-hmn!" she cooed, twisting her head up and down until she literally sucked the smell of fish off his shaft. It trembled and oozed precum on her tongue as she rapidly jerked her head back and forth, "Mngh! Mngh! Mnn!" Gazing up at him as he clenched his teeth, his hand clutching her hair tightly as she slurped on his tip. "SLURP! SLURP!!"
"Haagh-aaah SHIT…" she pulled her mouth off just in time, bouncing his tip on her tongue as it tapped against her teeth, feeling his hot load shoot into her mouth as she licked his cock like a fishy-smelly popsicle. "Haah-Aahh…" his tip was an inch inside her mouth so his cum could only shoot into the back of her throat, she didn't miss a drop. As he went limp, she wrapped her lips around the tip and slurped out the rest.
"Mmn-aah!" she opened her mouth showing his thick goo to him before she shut her lips sloshed it between her teeth, then gulped it. "MMn!... aah…" showing him an empty hole. "Haah…"
"God damn." Sighed York breathlessly. "That was… a hell of a blowjob…"
"Mmn…" she stood up, grabbed his shoulders and shoved him into a chair.
"Oof…" she turned around as he stared at her ass cheeks, slowly bouncing up and down, as if matching the rocking off the boat she was going to fuck him on. York was going to get his money's worth out of her ass whether he knew it or not…
Besides she needed it as much as he was going to want to. Stupid Sluutavan DNA.
It only to three claps of her ass as his cock stood straight up. She dropped onto his lap, wiggling her ass cheeks around his cock and engulfing it in massive blue flesh, her ass cheeks twerking and clenching around him as he slapped a hand quickly on her right cheek. "MMngh!" she rolled her hips back and forth, grinding on his lap as she gripped the table, standing up slightly as she let his cock poke against her ass.
"Whoa you are freaky…" he breathed as she took all of him up in her rear hole.
"Haah…" she slowly swiveled her hips, feeling his cock slap around inside her. "Haah. Ah. Ahh.. aah…" the boat sloshed in the water as Livewire's blue ass slammed onto him. Clapping and bouncing as he clawed at the seat.
"Oh shit! Oh!"
"You like that papi? Yeah!? Fucking my ASS?! Oooh!-OH!" she howled erotically, rolling her head back as he began to thrust instinctively up into her. "Ahh! OOOh fuck it! Fuck my ass! Ah! Ah!" tongue lolling from her mouth as she moaned, looking at him over her shoulder as her ass cheeks bounced. "Smack it! Fuck it! Yes!" his hand clapped onto her ass, "Slap it!" his hand struck her wobbling blue ass. "Oh shit! Fuck it! FUCK me!"
"Ugh! Aagh!" he cracked his hands desperately on her wobbling ass as his cock throbbed, and he popped a load into her. "Ooh!"
"OOoh-oho…" she sat hard on his lap. "Mmngh!" she bit her bottom lip, shaking as cum rushed up into her. "Ooooooh shit, papi… ahhh…" her hands clapped gently on her blue booty, squeezing her ass as she pulled her cheeks apart, displaying his pulsating cock as he pumped his load into her. "Mmnm… nice and warm… I love getting my ass FUCKED…" she moaned as a panting, sweaty York grit his teeth. "Haah…" she gasped as he stood up, pushing her over the table. "Mgh! MNN!"
His hips bucked against her blue ass as they wobbled majestically back and forth with the slapping of his hips on her. "Ah. Ahh… ah yeah. AH! Ahh! AMMNG!!"
He wanted to fuck her ass now. Not just let her do all the work. He planted his hands on the table, furiously and sloppily thrusting into her body as she howled erotically, her ass cheeks wobbling and trembling as she tightened around him in orgasm… her crystal clear honey dripping from her pussy down her inner thigh as she came again.
"Oh fuck it! fuck that ass! Harder! Deeper!" she gasped, shaking as he grabbed her mohawk, "aah! Yeaaah!!" she clung to the other side of the table as her head was yanked back, tongue lolling, "Haa-ahaaa-aaah! Empty your balls in my asssss!!" she hissed, shaking as he slammed against her rear. "Ooooho-oh… mnn…" he kept thrusting, falling onto her back as he gasped for breath. "mmn-hmmn… that's it…" her ass cheeks wobbled against him as he gasped for breath. "Mmmn…"
He pulled slowly out of her ass, dropping onto the chair as she wiggled her hips. Subtly clapping her ass cheeks as she put her elbow on the table and rested her face on it. Smirking. "…Worth the price of mooring?"
York released a heavy sigh and shook his head. "…Shit." He waved a hand lazily. "…You girls get gone by tomorrow. I'll pretend the boat was mysteriously untied and drifted out to sea. Or you know… we could do it again tomorrow."
"Mmngh!" Livewire moaned, stretching, tensing, and jiggling as she wiggled her hips. "Mmnn… no. That works for us. We'll be out of here by tomorrow morning at the latest. We need to get to San Francisco as fast as we can."
"That where the owner is?"
"No. The owner is in gotham. We're sailing down the coast to the major cities to-" she paused. "Be right back…" she hopped naked up the stairs to grab her clothes, then grabbed a handful of the business cards still in her pocket as she walked back down the stairs. "Pass these out…" she handed him a few, "…Show them around to your friends or randoms that moor here." She declared.
"…Superbabes? The hell is that?" he mumbled as she began stuffing her ass into her pants again.
"…If your ever in Gotham, come find out. We'll treat you nice for being such a… good sport." She cooed, "See you around amigo." And leaving York half-naked Lori made her way back to the Good Fortune.
The only one there however was Bessie, casually playing solitaire with Zoey's kitten cards. "Hey." She said as Lori sniffed, making her way to the bathroom, already stripping out of her clothes again to take a shower.
"Where are the others?"
"Shopping." Bessie replied, "Lucy didn't want to leave you here alone, so I stayed for when you came back." Lori's big blue rear appeared as she slipped into the shower. "So…?"
"We need to be gone by tomorrow morning." Lori replied, turning on the water as it hosed her over, "Oooh-shit!" she cursed at the freezing water. "O-Or one of us has to do it again and I already got my cock for the day…" she said, quickly adjusting to the water as she spread her ass cheeks and let the shower it do its work as her legs quivered...
By the time Zoey, Maria and Lucy returned from Shopping, the sun had started to set, and the Star City nightlife started… and as promised. The three were going off to the Verdant, the nightclub owned by Oliver Queen…
"So… what do you think? Costumes?" asked Maria as Lucy did her make-up in the shower, dressed in a sexy miniskirt and sleeveless top.
"Yours might work but mine is a green lantern bodysuit." Replied Lucy casually as the girls stared at the gorgeous latina. "…I think this will be fine for me."
Zoey was also wearing a miniskirt but as part of a one-piece dress… it barely contained her bubble butt as Maria settled for a sleeveless top exposing her big brown sugar breasts and matching pants. Slipping the Superbabes cards in her pockets.
"Do you think it's kind of weird to be passing those out in a nightclub?" Zoey asked sweetly as Lucy and Maria just stared at her, Maria multi-tasking by stuffing in her breasts as she did so.
"…No." replied the lovely Brazilian. "Got to get rid of them somehow. And what better place than in a rich guy's club filled with drunk potentially horny men?"
"If you say so. I just hope we see Oliver Queen!" Zoey replied. "…Are you sure you two don't want to come?" she asked as Bessie and Lori seemed more than content to just watch TV.
"I'm not much of a club kinda girl." Replied Bessie with a soft smile.
"If I go in there I'm going to want to stay…" Mumbled Lori, fresh and wearing a tanktop and panties, curling her toes on the carpet. "And I think I'll leave any potential gangbanging to Lucy."
Lucy pouted at Lori, "Who says I'll be gangbanged?"
"Gangbang, DP'd. Same thing." Lori replied with a yawn.
"…We'll be back later." Lucy replied with a playful angry stare as she, Maria, and Zoey went out for a night on the Star City town.
The Verdant was apparently a big, happening place, Lucy paid the cab driver as they strutted towards it. "Nice place. Maria noted as they walked right in, passing the large doorman to a club filled with people. Dancing, dining, drinking, a live band… Zoey absently shook her head as she bobbed it to the beat but her eyes lingered around the club up to the second floor. Clearly hoping for a glance at her celebrity crush… but no such luck. No Oliver Queen.
"Come on Querida!" Maria sultrily purred, "Let's hit the dance floor!" she cheered as she put that body to work with a poor imitation of samba dancing… but who fucking cared? When you looked like her, even a poor imitation was worth gold. Zoey and Maria made their way to the dance floor Lucy approached the bar… because of COURSE she did. Lucy was a big girl. She could handle her drinks… but… well…
…The more she'd take in the less inhibited she got. And to be frank, lord help her inhibitions if she got enough tequila in her. The minutes passed Zoey and Maria bumping and grinding together, apart, with strangers. Boys, girls, Maria swung both ways… Zoey was having a good time despite the lack right West Coast Playboys.
Lucy however managed to pass out a handful of the Superbabes cards to the various guys, and one girl, who chatted her up before the bartender asked her to stop… but she had an ace up her sleeve and about two shots of tequila in her. She smiled sultrily at the handsome bartender, her finger swirling around the rim of empty glass as she licked her lips…
…Someone in Green lantern's immediate vicinity was going to get his dick SUCKED… at the very least.
Green Lantern
"Guapo…" she purred sultrily as the handsome tanned bartender with broad shoulders and strong chin cleared his throat. "My place is ALL the way in Gotham. What could it hurt to just… spread the word? Mmn?" she cooed as he cleared his throat again.
"…Come on lady, it's a little tacky to be passing those out…" he said sheepishly as the beautiful glamorously fit latina gazed sultrily at him. "You've already passed out a bunch, call it a night huh?"
"Cariño." Her breasts rested on the counter as he could not help but stare at them. "My boss really strict you know." she pouted, "Sending me all the way to the west coast by my lonesome and still wants me to work extra hard…" she pouted, "Cant you give a girl a break?"
The Bartender glanced around for aid but clearly, his fellow servers were having a ball with his inability to say 'No' to Green Lantern. "…How about you do it outside? Catch them when they leave?"
"You want me to go outside in the cold?" she pouted as she got a refill of tequila. "That's so mean."
"Look I-"
"How about you pass them out for me?" she asked suddenly, standing up and leaning over the counter. "Just hand out a few with your drinks? Hmmn?" she smiled, "…You handsome Chico…" she purred as his eyes widened and she drank her tequila quickly. "Mmn…"
"I can't just…"
"…Hey." She interrupted him again, "…Do you guys get private bathrooms?" she asked frankly. "We have them back in Gotham."
"Yeah we do but-"
"How about we discuss this in your office?" she asked.
"I don't have an-ooooh…" she grabbed his green shirt and dragged him around the counter, the other guys now looking INSANELY jealous as Green Lantern lead him away, and THREW herself at him. "MMNGh!?" his hands on pure instinct began to feel at her latin booty, squeezing at her soft brown skin as she shoved his tongue into his mouth. "Lady!?" he breathed as she pulled away.
"Where's your bathroom?" she growled hungrily through her teeth, sending a message of pure arousal to his cock as it rigidly hardened in his pants. "…I can't discuss our deal out in the open…" she moaned as she licked, sucked and kissed his neck in a dark corner.
Lori blamed her physiology for her behavior, for her effect on men, and her own uninhibited desires.
Green Lantern had nothing to blame but herself, it wasn't the tequila's fault, this was Green Lantern unfiltered and uninhibited. How she was in a natural state.
She shoved the bartender into the staff bathroom, and sucked out his soul through his moth as they walked into a stall and tackled him onto the toilet seat… it smelled of lemons and bleach. All staff bathrooms were cleaner than the public ones in her experience…
"MMngh-mmn!" she moaned, crawling onto his lap as she gyrated on it. Still slurping down his saliva like tequila as her big breasts pressed to his chest. She pulled away, from him.
"Lady! You-holy shit." He breathed as her big naturals wobbled free of her top as she tossed it onto the toilet roll holder. "Mngh!" and stuffed her nipples into his mouth as she continued to grind her crotch against his bulge.
"Haah-aah-MMNgh!" she moaned pushing her tits so hard against his face one might be concerned that his jaw would unhinge trying to take it all in. She wasn't Bessie's size of course but they were still an impressive pair. Most common Superpower indeed…
She moaned, shuddering slightly as she tossed her auburn hair, tempting him, enticing him with her green eyes as she slipped off his lap as her tits were tugged from his mouth.
This was it. This was his ONLY chance to say no to Green Lantern, or like so many others he would succumb to her tantalizing, irresistible sluttery. He opened his mouth, and his jaw dropped as Green Lantern's thumbs slipped into her skirt, and pushed it down with one good push. Pristine, unblemished, fit, and PERFECT.
…Numerous lucky schmucks: 0. Green Lantern: Uncountable.
She dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock. He was done, yet was just beginning. "MMngh. MMngh! Mmngh... mmng... mmn…" his hands found themselves into Green Lantern's hair as her head bobbed back and forth on his cock, slurping, sucking… drooling onto the positively glistening bathroom tiles as she sucked his cock HARD.
"Haa-aah!" He was a good-looking guy. He was lucky enough to experience one or two blowjobs in his life. But those girls were amateurs in comparison to Green Lantern. Professional cocksuckers and Pornstars were amateurs compared to an uninhibited Green Lantern… and Blowjobs weren't even her #1 skill… Oh no.
"Jake. Hey man, you can't just-Holy…"
"MMgnh!" she buried her face into 'Jake's' crotch, wiggling her ass behind her for the view pleasure of anyone who happened to notice she forgot to shut the stall door. Feeling Jake's cum shoot directly down her throat as she moaned, pulling her head from his crotch with a pretty smile on her face. She kissed his limp tip and turned her head over her shoulder. "Hi."
Judging from his uniform he was clearly another employee, he was tall, handsome, bald, black and the bulge in his pants would make Alice strip naked. "…Hi." She smiled sweetly.
"…I'll uh…" he gazed notedly at her ass cheeks as she wiggled her hips distractingly. "…I'll leave you alone."
"Why?" she pouted, crawling up 'Jake's' lap. "…I got two holes." She declared, sliding Jake into her snug, warm pussy as she shuddered, her ass cheeks tensing and twitching… somewhere between a twerk and an orgasm. "MMnngh… I can take care of you both." She pushed her tits into Jake's face, and spread her ass cheeks, her ass winking invitingly at the statement.
Most men don't approve of the idea of a threesome with another man, but there was some sort of 'magic' about Green Lantern that compelled them to not care. Her sheer beauty, her willingness, and an insatiable lust that just drove men temporarily insane with desire…
Which is why the two men who had worked together but never really hung out were suddenly double penetrating the exotically beautiful Green Lantern. "Hhaah! Aaah! Aaahhgh… aaah! YES!! DIOS! MIO!!" she squealed happily as Jake and whoever the new guy was focused SOLELY on their own pleasures and that was what made Green Lantern feel the BEST.
Pumping, grinding, gyrating, Green Lantern writhed between them as Jake thrust his hips up into her, grunting between her big breasts as the new guy held her waist and jackhammered away at her, she howled and moaned in the stalls. Shaking in climax, her body tensing and jiggling beautifully as her tongue lolled from her mouth. "Ugh! Ggaah! Aah SI! SI! SI! SI!! No dejes de joderme!!"
Oh good now she's dirty talking in Spanish, that'll turn them up from ten to eleven… jamming roughly, grinding, pumping… Jake and Whoever railed into her body as she screamed her release.
"Oh Dios! Oh Dios! Me voy a correr!¡Solo hazlo! Hazlo! Maldita sea, lléname! Aaaaayyy!" she shuddered and turned into a vice as the two roared their release, slamming into her body as her toes curled. "NNggggh!!"
"Shit-shit-shit!" whoever hissed, his eyes rolling as he came so hard he was almost certain one of his BALLS shot up he shaft to just… just give her everything. "NNNGh!!"
"MMmmnnnnn!" she collapsed against a catatonic Jake, shaking beneath her as Whoever was ass-fucking her wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Mmmmmn… more?" she purred, "Más?" their cocks stiffened inside her as she caressed them, ready for another round before-
"H-Hey you can't go in there!" declared someone as Maria sped past but quickly returned to the stall.
"Maldito seja." She mumbled as Zoey peeked her head around the corner, smiling prettily.
"That means 'god damn it' in Portuguese." She waved at the two guys looking at her surprised. "Hi I'm Zoey. We're here to get our friend."
"Guys! You-what the hell man?!" declared another bartender as Maria grabbed at Whoever was in Green Lantern's ass and yanked him out with a pop.
"Lucy! You know we're supposed to record this stuff!"
"What?! Record?!" declared Jake as Maria glared him down, he cowled under her seething rage.
"They promised me they'd pass out the cards." Cooed Lucy sultrily.
"Cards? What cards?" Whoever was in Lucy's ass asked as Lucy held the cards… where was she keeping them?
"These cards!" he took one and examined it.
"…Superbabes?" he asked in surprise as the third Bartender blinked.
"…I've actually heard about that place from my cousin in Gotham… says it's great." He added before angrily (oerhaps jealously) getting back on task "Wait. What the hell is going on?!"
It took a moment… but after redressing Lucy, explaining themselves, and verbally agreeing to pass out the cards to drunk patrons on the agreement that no recording (there was none obviously) would be released… Maria and Zoey, carried a drunk and horny Lucy out of Verdant. Her arms swung over their shoulders as she licked Maria's cheek.
…An act that the bisexual Maria was… admittedly kinda happy about.
"MMn! Yummy!" Lucy cooed, "…Maria how about we find some nice. Big. Alice sized cocks? I want to watch them stuff your ass…" she hissed lovingly into Maria's ear and that was just… doing all kinds of confusing things to her.
"O-KAY. We need to sober her up right now before I do something I might regret." She said blushing as they tried to catch a cab. But there were none around which was weird. SO they decided to walk around to the next street over.
"At least we had fun… I would've liked to see Oliver Queen though…" Zoey replied as suddenly- MMNGh?!"
"Querida!" Maria gasped, struggling as she too was claimed by a big burly thug, his hufe hand-clapping around her mouth and dragging her and a tipsy Lucy into the alleyway. The girls were collectively shoved against the wall as an aged, scarred old man stood imposingly between the thugs who grabbed them.
"Privet." He said coldly, "…Where is my cocaine?" he asked coldly as the girls blinked at them in surprise.
"What?" Lucy mumbled, seemingly WILLING herself to sober up. "We… what?" it wasn't working to well as he scowled.
"My Cocaine. We saw you on the airport security that you stole the van. Where is it?" Zoey hugged a defiant Maria her usually smiling face finally broken in a grimace of fear as Lucy stood protectively in front of her. "…Start with the pretty one." he said angrily as the thugs hesitated.
"…Boss you're going to have to be more specific." The Russian-sounding thug on the left declared.
"They are very pretty girls boss." Agreed the second thug as the boss grimaced.
"…The busty one!" he replied gesturing to the girls.
"…Again boss." Hesitated the first thug. "They're all kinda-" his boss glared at him, so he decided to just grab one. Reaching for Zoey as Maria and Lucy tried to fight him off when-
PLUNK! WHAP!
"OOF!!" the thug flew off his feet hitting the ground with a thud as he clutched his face. Groaning as an… arrow with a boxing glove clattered to the ground.
"That's no way to treat a lady." Declared stern voice as the boss cursed.
"Shit!" drawing a gun from his coat PLUNK! only for an arrow to pin him to a brick wall. "Get him!"
PLUNK! WHAP! PLUNK! "OOH!" the second thug clutched to his balls as two boxing glove arrows smacked his face and his crotch in almost unison as he fell over. The first thug got to his feet.
PLUNK!
An arrow suddenly burst into a net, and trapped him against the wall.
"Vladimir! Good to see you!" wearing a jerkin, green hood, and a domino mask. A blonde bearded man swung down from the rooftops into the alleyway. "I've been looking for you. He picked up one of the fallen boxing glove arrows. "Found your cocaine." He replied smiling, as he pulled the glove back on his bow.
"…Phooey." Mumbled the Russian sadly.
POW! Out like a light.
"Ladies!" Green Arrow, protector of Star City smiled charmingly at them. "I do hope your brief trouble with the Russian mafia won't spoil your for our fair city." Zoey's smile quickly returned.
"Thank you!" she said as Maria and Lucy smiled at him. And Zoey fidgeted with Lucy's pockets. "Here you go!"
"Oh I don't take money miss…" he stared at the business card curiously as Zoey, Maria, and Lucy decided to make themselves scarce before the police came and started asking questions. Green Arrow frowned, eyeing the card curiously. "…Superbabes?" he then eyed the address. "…Gotham? What in the-" he paused, then checked his phone as the second thug started to stand up only for Green Lantern to sweep his feet with his bow. "Trevor, you stay down now…" he said dismissively as he unlocked his phone to text.
"Yes sir." Mumbled Trevor in response.
Pretty Bird – We still on for date night?
Robin Hood – Yes ma'am. I'm on my way. had to sweep up some Russian drug dealers save some damsels…
Pretty Bird – Oh? Did these 'damsels' give you a… hero's reward?
Green Arrow laughed nervously as he replied.
Robin Hood – No dear. They seemed to be in a rush, ran right off.
Pretty Bird – You poor thing. Guess I'll have to reward you…
Bloop
Green Arrow's eyes widened as he stared at the picture… saving THAT one to his photos "Gonna need a safe word tonight…Sorry Trevor I got to go." He drew a boxing glove arrow. "It's date night. See you next Wednesday."
PLUNK-POW!
The girls eventually got a cab, and got back to the good fortune. But seeing as Lucy was out of commission… they weren't leaving port anytime soon. Lori eyed Lucy as they flopped her onto the couch, she cooed softly. Her big breasts rising and falling gently as she slept.
"…You know, unable to leave quickly aside… there's five of us and basically three sleeping spots." Lori glanced at the bedroom with the double bed. "Assuming we share the bed."
"We'll just have to make due." Bessie yawned. "I'm too tired to argue… you three decide who gets the bed, the carpet's pretty soft." She took a pillow from the couch and curled up on the floor next to Lucy as Lori locked the door.
"I think the three of us can squeeze into that bed." Maria noted as Lori eyed her.
"My ass. Your tits. And Zoey?" Zoey eyed herself. "Yeah right. We're all too big for our own good!"
It was a tight fit… and it was decided that when they got to San Francisco they should buy sleeping bags.
… Much later, Somewhere in Gotham.
Clickity-clickity clack-
RING-RING-RING-RING
Click.
"Hey Bruce."
"Ollie."
"The darndest thing happened to me earlier tonight… and I'm not talking about that thing Dinah does when-… ahem. Getting off track. Anyway… so I'm hunting these Russian drug dealers trying to establish themselves in my city… when no joke. A van FULL of their DNA and cocaine shows up right in front of one of my Shipping companies. Illegally parked."
"Mmn-hmmn."
"So I tracked them down and they were mugging these girls. REAL pretty girls… I mean wow. I'd never cheat on Dinah but they really made me want to see her…"
"…Ollie."
"Right. SO. Anyway. These girls. I save them and they give me a business card… can you believe it? Like I'm Booster Gold trying to get a sponsorship."
"Is there a point to this Ollie?"
"Well the place the card was for? its a place in Gotham called 'Superbabes'?"
".........................."
"…Bruce? Hey Bruce? Did we disconnect or are you trying to ghost me again? I thought we were through that."
"....SIGH… what about it?"
"What?"
"Superbabes. What about it?"
"Well… uh… mmn...… is it any good?"
"If you know what's good for you Ollie. NEVER take Dinah there."
"...…Got it."
End
And we've hit the ground running starting in the illustrious Star City! We'll STILL be in Star City when I get the next chapter up but a bigger majority of it will take place in San Francisco. I know Livewire got two 'scenes' in this, but I promise you all the girls will get equal time overall. I'm letting the scenes flow out and this is how it worked itself. I don't know how quickly I'll get these chapters up (I intend at least 5, maybe 6 if I feel a girl or two didn't get enough screen time) but I intend for the next one to get up around 8-9th of April.
And Ah the Batman conversation how I missed you. The staple of the Superbabe mini-series. Always fun. The Oliver Queen here is a combination of the Injustice Oliver and the DCAU Oliver with just a hint of Arrowverse… basically just the Verdant club.
To the Butchering
Most of it is little stuff like: sure, asshole, okay boss. Etc… but for the sentences.
Vete al cuerno = Piss off
No dejes de joderme!! = Don't stop fucking me
Oh Dios! Oh Dios! Me voy a correr!¡Solo hazlo! Hazlo! Maldita sea, lléname! = Oh god! oh god! I'm gonna cum! Just do it! Do it! Fucking fill me up!"