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It was a slow day at Superbabes, so slow that Big Barda was lying down on one of the couches and taking a nap. The floor was mostly empty with only a few patrons, so the girls who were already taking care of them chatted them up and flirted with them. The other girls however didn't see the point of scraping tips out of them, too many sexy cooks spoil the pot after all… so the rest just relaxed or cleaned, while chatting casually with each other.
One such conversation began as such.
"Have you ever wondered who has the best sexual fantasies?" asked Poison Ivy suddenly as she played poker with Zatanna and Huntress both of whom looked up from their respective hands to eye Poison Ivy curiously. Huntress put her hand face down on the table and rested her head on her chin as she gazed at her.
"You know I know the kind of lives we lead, but do we have to always have conversations about sex?" Poison Ivy just smiled disarmingly and shrugged, she used to be rather modest before her sexual awakening and her full-on transformation, so the old her wouldn't have thought or asked such things… now on the other hand she was a sexual green goddess so…
"Not really but I just thought I'd liven things up." Replied Poison Ivy as Huntress sighed, smiled, and went back to her cards.
"No. I've never wondered that. I was a pornstar so quality scenarios were few and far between."
"Nerds. It's definitely nerds." Zatanna said proudly, "They come up with the BEST fantasies." She declared almost with pride before putting her hand down. "I fold."
"A bit of a bias opinion from our resident super-nerd." Huntress replied, "But I can agree to that. They do have all sorts of ideas don't they?" she sighed, eyeing Poison Ivy and her poker face thoughtfully, "There was a writer at my old studio… he didn't last long but he wanted to do more elaborate scenarios. He was pretty nerdy. Trying to get us to dress up, and put on body paint. Wanted us to dress like aliens women from the Planet Battle movies…"
"Ooooh I could totally see you as a Mirialan." Zatanna replied almost excitedly. "Oh!" she turned her attention onto Poison Ivy. "And you could be a Twi'lek! We don't even have to paint you up. You can come with me and Freya to the Sci-fi convention on Friday."
"I suppose. What's a twi'lek?" Poison Ivy replied. She of course had seen the Planet battle movies but she didn't know each and every alien species.
"They're the ones with large head things…" Huntress replied, "I looked them up when he wanted me to dress up as one."
"How'd that work out?" asked Zatanna already looking on her phone for a good picture.
"Head tail things… or like that… um, dancer? The slave girl?" Zatanna found a picture, holding it up for Poison Ivy. "Oh. That's pretty sexy I could totally pull that off." she replied, already imagining herself in a mesh suit and her red hair stuffed into big head tail things.
"Literally, I imagine." Huntress smiled, "And in answer to your question." Huntress continued, "A lot of our 'script writers'-" she did air quotes with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, "-were also male performers who just wanted to have sex with hot women. Trying to remember elaborate lines and us spending hours putting on make-up and sexy clothes was apparently too much for them." She scoffed, "Poor guy didn't last long. I heard he headed off to Vegas or something, try his luck there."
"…That makes no sense to me. Sexy clothes are half the fun." Zatanna noted sourly, "And. HELLO. That's literally our shtick!" she gestured to her sexy magical showgirl costume, and tapped on her top hat for emphasis as Huntress laughed melodiously.
"Ha-ha! You don't have to tell me that! I'm not the ones with dicks and poor marketing ideas." She replied giggling with Zatanna as Poison Ivy chuckled.
"…Your old bosses were really stupid." She replied rather harshly as Huntress rolled her eyes.
"And assholes. Don't forget assholes…" it was at that moment that their current boss arrived with Livewire right behind her. "Not like our current boss of course."
"Who is great." Poison Ivy jumped in playfully as Orders seemingly ignored them and Livewire walked into the locker rooms to change.
"While flattery is appreciated it's not necessary." Orders replied politely, putting down her things in her office and brushing down her suit. She casually eyed Big Barda before letting her gaze and mind wander blankly around. Her purple-eyes flickered as she sighed sadly and sat down. Pulling out a crossword book today. "…It's going to be slow." She noted softly, turning on deliveries as Livewire walked out of the room, she was about to walk onto the floor but hearing Orders' slow night statement, she joined the others at the poker table.
"Deal me in next." She said with a yawn, drumming her fingers on the felt as Huntress and Poison Ivy laid out their cards. Huntress won by an Ace High. "So chicas, what were you talking about before I got in?"
"Well, it started as question of who could come up with the best fantasies." Zatanna replied, "I said nerds, then we started talking about Planet Battle aliens…"
"Ah. Never mind…" Livewire replied dismissively, "I've banged enough nerds to know where the conversation is going…"
"Oh, come on you're an actual alien. We could dress you up too, I already got her half-convinced." Zatanna gestured to a chuckling Poison Ivy. Livewire just rolled her eyes… eyeing Zatanna and her big corset-wrapped breasts. It wasn't like they all didn't have the bodies for cosplay… It's literally in their job description… however.
"No thanks. I don't need to go to any 'cons' all dressed up and set off a bunch of hormonal nerds and spend the next few hours satisfying my genetic bullshit. No, gracias."
"But you would." Poison Ivy replied as Livewire bristled rather noticeably.
"I would but I don't really want to." she replied exasperatedly. "Just because I lose total control and fuck anything that moves doesn't mean I'm Veronica… Cons are dangerous, all those sexy costumes just waiting to flip someone's switch." She wiggled her hands like she was shaking a box, "It's one big BOMB waiting to go off."
"…Maybe I will dress up with you next time Izzy." Noted Poison Ivy as Livewire rolled her eyes, taking the cards and dealing herself in.
"It's right up your alley… although if you were I recommend trying to clear anything up with Veronica first, don't want you to limit your access." Livewire joked as Huntress snorted with laughter.
"…Veronica trolling conventions like a cheap hooker does in fact sound like her." the masked beauty said
"Veronica is with her mother this week, thank god." Orders noted dismissively, "So you should be fine for any sexual shenanigans that I don't feel like dealing with."
"Alice must be enjoying the quiet." Noted Huntress, just up and tossing her bad hand of cards away, and talking to Orders.
"Veronica dragged her along…" Orders replied, paused, then added rather absently. "Well… DRUGGED her along I guess is the better description. But they'll be back Friday night."
"Hold on Veronica drugged Alice? Should we be concerned?" Huntress asked nervously, that last thing anyone needed was Veronica of all people using mickies.
"Oh no… this conversation." Orders mumbled under her breath, already seeing the possibility of it in the future. "Well, in for a penny. No." Orders spoke clearly now, "If we should be, I would've stopped her." Orders replied, "But it's not the first time Veronica's given Alice loopy suggestion drugs… she usually reserves them for birthdays."
"That's… questionable information boss." Noted Huntress concernedly as Orders shrugged.
"I have far less control over what Veronica does at her home than I do HERE." Orders replied, almost exasperatedly. "I can't keep track of everything she does. But so far she hasn't used them for anything particularly malicious and she doesn't bring them to work…" she finished her crosswords, sighed, then glanced up at them. "…I suppose I can give her a warning."
"Please do." Noted Huntress as Poison Ivy won.
"Yes!" she cheered excitedly. "…What were we talking about?"
Before anyone could answer, the phone rang, Orders' eyes flickered for a moment, before she reached out and took it. Pulling it to her ear.
Time: 7:34 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Ring-CLICK
"Superbabes. We Deliver."
"Yeah… 3 Poison Ivy Meals please. Julius dressing for all of them."
"3 extra-large garden salad, and a side of carrots and celery with Julius dressing. Anything else?"
"Delivered by Poison Ivy. Please."
"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.
"Poison Ivy, you got one. Or three." Orders declared tearing off the receipt as the green babe stood up, jiggling towards the counter.
"They're not going to drug her, are they?" Huntress asked hesitantly joking as Orders gestured to the shapely Poison Ivy.
"She IS the drug You all are." Orders said clearly, "She makes you feel good, she's addicting, and she's expensive in the long term…" Orders declared, then glanced her up and down. "And if you take too much of her she might kill you." The girls laughed at the joke, Orders effectively easing the tension. "…I'll TALK to Veronica… or at least tell Alice where she's hiding the stash she has left." She growled indignantly, going back to her crosswords. "For fucks sake, it's not like I'd let any of you actually get drugged, especially by that nymphomaniac…"
Poison Ivy grabbed the bag of food as it slid across the counter, leaving the other girls laughing and joking with their increasingly exasperated boss while she strutted out to the company car. Paused, and stared at herself in the mirror for a moment before she started the car, laughing to herself and she drove off into Gotham.
The Gotham Royale is a four-star hotel in, obviously, the hotel district. Not to be confused with the Royal Gotham… which was also a hotel in the Hotel District. Poison Ivy parked on the curb, fed the meter, then strutted right up to the hotel and right in, not dignifying the looks of concern and lust on everyone's faces as she yawned beautifully. Entering the elevator with a lanky middle-aged man who snuck a few looks at her before noting politely.
"I thought the sci-fi con wasn't until Friday?" she just smiled prettily at him as he cleared his throat and got off on his floor as she kept going up. Floor #20 lit up as she strutted right out. Her heels stepped on the stars decorating the carpet as she eyed the receipt, then the doors on one side before she turned completely around, and smiled, raising her fist at the right one and knocking loudly.
"Superbabes."
Time: 8:06 PM. Place: Gotham Royale (Room #2005)
"Special Delivery-" the door popped open, "-Service. Hey there…" she smiled sensually, and for a brief moment she thought the might have absorbed Livewire's powers through osmosis as she was getting a HEAVY dose of pheromones from the room. Then again it might have just been her. "Oh it's going to be one of those deliveries." she smiled at the men in the room.
The one that had come out to greet her was heavily tattooed with Polynesian symbols on his right shoulder and arm, he was also 6 feet tall, built like a professional Hawaiian bodybuilder and only wearing a towel. He gave her a big toothy grin. "Come in." he stepped aside and the second she passed the doorway she was met with two equally big muscled men. Bother were Caucasian but one was blonde and the other had black hair and what was clearly a blue lightsaber tattooed on his upper right bicep.
It was a rather standard hotel room for a four-star hotel, with two large beds tucked against the wall. A flatscreen TV mounted on the wall a tiny closet and a very small kitchen… there was of course a bathroom, it was steamy, the Blonde and Lightsaber were both in tight boxers, but Tattoo had clearly just gotten out of the shower.
The blonde gave her a wolf whistle as they watched her walk into the room, passing by the tiny kitchen and putting the food on what little counter it had. Tattoo had his hand on her ass. He gave it a squeeze as she stood in front of the TV that Lightsaber turned off. They all gazed at her lecherously, eyeing up her big green tits, long legs and curvaceous body…
"These Superbabes chicks-" began Tattoo fondly as he placed a camera on the dresser, having it face the beds. "Are WAY better than the costume bunnies we're going to meet at the con." He declared proudly as the other two gazed at her eagerly. All of them clearly sporting impressive erections, growing or already erect in their clothes and towel.
"We don't like to brag." Smiled Poison Ivy sultrily, as she already began reaching for the zipper of her leafy suit, tugging it down and releasing her body from its tight confines. Her big green breasts wobbled free and their eyes followed them. Her suit fell to the floor as she absently tossed her bright red hair and shook it out. Stretching herself as Tattoo let the towel fall away to reveal a thick 10-inch cock that slapped at her green thigh like a baseball bat before she grabbed it and began stroking. "But I'm sure-" she gazed at Blonde and Lightsaber as their rigid 10-inch cocks appeared from their own bindings… "Fuck…"
She gaped open-mouthed at the towering muscled Adonises and their throbbing cocks as they grinned charmingly, but ominously down at her. "…You know… there's this girl at Superbabes who would love to meet you, boys. She's kind of a specialist when it comes to… these." She said flicking her fingers across Blonde's dick before brushing on Lightsaber. Smiling nervously as their hands in return found and explored her supple green body, Tattoo had turned the camera on before it returned to her shapely ass.
"Is she green?" asked Lightsaber as she gulped, her mouth oddly dry.
"…No?"
"We like em green." Declared Tattoo playfully as she began stroking Lightsaber as well as Tattoo's girth.
"Haah…" she gasped as Blonde distracted himself by shoving powerful fingers into her green pussy, Lightsaber squeezing her big green tits as her head rolled on her neck, "Ooooh…" her hands stroking and squeezing two of three cocks as the third throbbed eagerly for attention. "…Lucky me." She whimpered erotically, their cocks twitching excitedly at her breathy aroused voice.
She was excited, obviously, but also equally nervous… taking a big dick wasn't new but three big ones at once?.. She wasn't Alice who took big dicks easier than breathing, arguably easier than Veronica. Poison Ivy was going to feel this session later long after they were finished with her.
Her hands slid up and down Lightsaber and Tattoo's cock as Blonde continued to stretch her pussy with his fingers, arousal dripping down onto his hand as he rapidly slapped his palm against her, pushy his fingers into her body as she moaned erotically, wiggling her hips on his hands as the other two tightened their grip on her body holding her in place and restraining her, Blonde sending jolts of pleasure up her spine with each wet slap of his hand on her crotch before ripping his fingers from her quivering pussy. "Oooh!" she moaned as he slipped her juices into her mouth by stuffing his fingers between her soft lips before stroking himself.
"You don't mind if we get right to the good stuff do you?" asked Lightsaber as Blonde went ahead and grabbed at her waist, hefting her easily from the floor and sitting on the bed. His muscles clenched as he carried her like a caveman, or a barbarian, ready to ravage her as he dropped her onto his lap, her wet pussy drooling against his shaft as it rubbed up against her. He let go of her waist as she ground her hips forward against his throbbing shaft, he briefly squeezed at her tits before reaching around towards her ass and pulling her down onto his lap.
"Oooh! Oh… OH…" Poison Ivy grunted, and slammed down onto his big cock as it twitched deep in her body before being pulled out and repeated the process. "Ha-haa-haa…" her head rolled back as Lightsaber and Tattoo watched, briefly, Tattoo recording her with the camera as her green ass cheeks rippled with her movement, her breasts bouncing up and down. "Aah!!"
Blonde wrapped his arm around her back, his right arm hooked around her waist grabbing her left hip and his left arm crossed her back to hook onto her right shoulder before roughly slamming her down onto his cock, Poison Ivy squealed loudly, bouncing and clapping onto his lap as he rammed up into her body, again and again, burying his face into her chest. Pulling her hips forward onto his cock as it curved up into her body.
"Ugh! UGH! I'm gonna nut in her, that cool!?" he declared, but he was already doing it, slamming into her green body and giving her womb a thorough soaking of cum as she squealed in orgasm, clamping down on him as he let go of her waist to clap a hand loudly on her ass cheek.
"Haah-haa…" gasping softly, as her eyes rolled in her head. Her lips twitched into a smile.
"You're always so damn quick." Chuckled Lightsaber, stroking himself as Blonde gyrated her hips on his lap. His cock softened inside her against her quivering vaginal walls only to twitch back to life. His cock rubbed up against her insides as he fell backward onto the bed.
"Who cares man we're here to feel good and make memories… this one's pretty memorable." He declared squeezing Poison Ivy's ass as Lightsaber came up behind her, shoving her limp body forward before his own cock pressed against her asshole. His bulging tip pushed into her puckered hole, stretching it wide as inch by inch he inserted himself up her ass before mounting the bed. His feet planted on the mattress he pushed inside her the rest of the way. Poison Ivy squealed delightedly as Lightsaber grabbed her shoulders, yanking her back onto his cock as he bucked forward.
"Ah! AH! Aah-ooooh! Oh-shit!" her eyes rolled up into her head as her mouth hung open. "Haah! Ah-aha-aaah…" she drooled onto Blonde's face as her body shuddered erotically between them. Lightsaber had pounded against her ass hard right away but it took Blonde a moment to get started again, both roughly and greedily ramming into her body.
"It's like she was deliberately designed to take dick!" declared Blonde giddily, not even caring that a green woman was openly drooling onto his face. "AH shit…" he hissed happily as he rammed back into her pussy. Lightsaber reached for her red hair, tugging it lightly as he drilled into her ass. Her teeth clenched in a forced smile as her eyes rolled again, shaking as she came. Hissing through her teeth
"Ffffuck…" she moaned her trembling, quivering body jerking back and forth as Tattoo loomed around her double-penetrated body with the camera. His cock twitched and throbbed towards her like a 'hot slut' detector. "Ah-ah-aaah…" she gazed at it as he stood on the bed, slightly to her right so his balls weren't swinging over Blonde's face. His tip against her lips as she suddenly squealed another orgasm. "Haaaah!!" Blonde rammed up into her body, groaning as her insides clung to his girth.
"Oh shit, that's tight!"
"I told you man. These girls are something else, especially the redheads!" Tattoo grinned before resting the camera on the side table. "Here you go sexy I got something for you…" he then pushed his big dick between her lips.
"MMngnh! MMnn!!" it slid deep into her throat, slowly and steadily until her face was buried into the thick bush of his pubic hairs. "Mmmn!" she hummed seductively, clawing at his legs as she began to move her face up and down, letting his girth glide into her throat as she twisted her face. "Mmgnh! Mmn…" Pawing at his muscled thighs as if in worship, slipping around them to hook on his powerful ass pulling her own face deeper on his cock.
"Aagh. Aah-aaaah…" Blonde clenched his teeth, yanking her down onto his shaft as he pushed up into her. "NGH!! Delivering another thick load of cum into that beautiful green body as she squirmed on top of him, only for Lightsaber to pin her down, railing hard into her ass. She squealed on Tattoo's member as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down to the base. Holding her firm as her throat bulged around his cock and gulped his cum as it shot down into her stomach.
Two of her collective semen catchers were being filled with cum, and the third was being royally ravaged by Lightsaber as her eyes crossed and she moaned happily, taking her orgasms in stride before Lightsaber finished up, slamming deep into her ass and giving her bowels a cum enemy… "MMMMNGgh-aaaaah…" she gasped as Tattoo let her off, his cock shot a quick rope across her face in farewell as he smiled whorishly, shaking as Lightsaber ground his hips against her green ass making sure he was good and empty before Blonde finally pulled out… Lightsaber soon after.
"Haah…aaah..-ha-haa… oh boys… that was rough." She groaned, shuddering as Lightsaber gave her thick green ass cheeks a playful slap of approval before slipping off the bed. "Ugh god…" Blonde gently rolled her off his body as she lay on the bed… her arms and legs writhing like serpents on the sheets as her lower body gyrated for more even as her brain came back down from her orgasmic high. She giggled adorably as she felt Lightsaber give her big green tits a squeeze. She licked Tattoo's rope from her lips as Blonde sat on her right arm, turning her head and shoving his limp cock between her lips. "Mmng. Mmn…mmmn…" twisting her down onto his cock as she inhaled his scent and dick.
Tattoo handed off the camera to Lightsaber, who sat on her left arm, she gasped as he began smacking her cock stuffed cheek with his dick, her eyes swinging to look up at him as she inhaled Blonde. "MMngh-aah-boys now… ahh…' her head was turned onto Lightsaber's cock, sliding down his shaft as she cooed seductively pulling her face away. "I'm all for a non-stop party but let a girl calm down first-ah shit…" she squealed as Tattoo raised her legs, pushing them up for Lightsaber and Blonde to grab one each, holding her open and her pussy up as he pushed his thick cock, already hard against her.
They've clearly done this sort of thing before.
"Smile for the collection green girl." Cheered Lightsaber as she gazed up at him and screamed a rapturous orgasm as Tattoo buried his thick girth deep into her body.
"Aah-aah-aaah-aah!!" gasping and howling as she gazed up into the camera, her arms pinned beneath Lightsaber and Blonde as he pushed his cock back between her lips. "MMGNH!!" pulling her head down to the base again and again as her hands clawed sensually on their legs as her breasts bounced against the tight against Lightsaber's cock with Tattoo's hard mating press pounding. Her toes curled in the air, her legs shuddering as she came again, clenching down on Tattoo's cock but he just kept pounding…
"Hey you got two cocks here…" declared Lightsaber playfully as she popped off of Blonde's cock, pre-cum oozing from his wet tip before she turned her head, licking at his and taking it deep into her throat. "Ah, shit…" hissed Lightsaber happily as her head moved up and down.
"MMngh-MMMGH!?!" she moaned, her body forced into another orgasm as Tattoo groaned, slamming his hands down.
"Alright I want to hear her." he declared as Lightsaber groaned irately.
"Ah come on my I just started getting my dick sucked…"
"And I want to hear her squeal on mine! Ugh! NGH!!" she squirmed helplessly as Blonde got up, Lightsaber popped from her lips as her eyes rolled and she opened her mouth.
"Aah! Aah! Aaaah!" grunting and squealing with Tattoo's thrusts as his cock got as hard as he pounded. "Oh god! Oh god! OH! GOD!!!" she gasped, Tattoo's powerful muscled body dropped onto her. Her body spasming wildly, her toes curled in the air as her legs vibrated. "Oh god…" she whispered in his ear as her hands clawed his shoulders, feeling a torrent of thick seed rush again into her body as Lightsaber held the camera over her face getting all the good 'O' shots.
"Fucking worth it!" growled Tattoo happily, "Nothing beats a good raw fuck am I right?" he teased giving her cheek a playful kiss as he pulled his cock slowly from her twitching pussy.
"Oh-oh-oh-oOOH…" she moaned, writhing again on the bed as her lower body danced in orgasm.
"We're not going to find women like this at the con let me tell you… only in Gotham man." Declared Tattoo.
"That pussy is addicting." Declared Blonde, stroking himself as Poison Ivy sensually gyrated on the bed. "I want another go…" Standing on the right side of the bed he grabbed her waist, yanking her towards him until she was draped across the single bed, her head almost hanging on the other side as he lifted one leg and began pushing back into her lower lips.
"Well I need those lips." declared Lightsaber, slapping his cock onto her face as she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue.
"Ah-ah..aah!" she howled as Blonde began pounding, pushing deep into her body as she slid further and further off the bed, hanging between the two as Blonde kept thrusting desperately into her body. "aah-aah!" she squealed as she hung upside down, her breasts bouncing wildly as her shoulders soon hit the floor.
"Damn it what did I say?" groaned Lightsaber, stroking himself as Blonde pounded down into her, her legs flopping about in the air as she rested her hands on the floor for a feeble attempt at balance. Blonde threw himself towards the opposite bed, they were only two feet apart, and he continued thrusting down into her as he gave the camera a 'rock on' hand sign. Poison Ivy moaned as her toes almost touched the floor.
"Aah-aaha-aaah-aaah!!" she twitched on the floor, shaking as Blonde groaned on top of her, planting his hips down as her entire body visibly trembled, she smiled brokenly as Tattoo and Lightsaber cheered at the sight. Cum rushed into her body as Blonde slowly pulled out of her, still twitching inside her until he slipped free… "Mmmn…" she moaned, shaking slightly as Tattoo got a close-up of that stuffed green pussy before she slid slowly to the floor between the beds.
She took a deep breath, before laughing lightly, letting her arms drape onto both mattresses trying to pull herself up only for Lightsaber to loom over, her, "Oooh…" she cooed as he spread her legs onto the bed before stuffing his girth into her already stuffed pussy. "HAaah!! Ugh! Ugh!! UGgh!!" Blonde slid off the bed, heading over to the kitchen and opening the minifridge as Tattoo crawled on the left bed, keeping the camera on Poison Ivy and her contorting facial expressions as she grinned blanky towards the ceiling, taking Lightsaber's constant thrusting cock into her as her hands clawed at the top sheets of the bed.
"Man, that better not be my last vanilla pep or I will stab you with my ax." Declared Tattoo warningly as Blonde hesitated in opening the can. He then put it back.
"Geeze you don't have to be a dick about it."
"I have to order those special, man. You can't just get them down the street at a convenience store!" Tattoo noted as Blonde popped a different can.
"A-aactually you-ooo-ooooH!" Howled Poison Ivy, "Find them often… GOTHAM…!" she managed to make a sentence, before orgasming under Lightsaber. "Oooh!!"
Lightsaber wrapped his arms around her mid-back, sitting upright as he kept thrusting into her, exposing her green body for the camera as he clenched his teeth, bucking furiously against her as she screamed in wide-eyed orgasm. "Here it cums baby!" he gasped, rapidly bucking against her, his cock jackhammering deep into her gooey insides. "Here it cums!"
"AaAAAH! Aaah!!" she gasped, feeling Lightsaber pinning his hips to her waist as her body writhed erotically, staring unintentionally into the camera as desperately sucked in air. Her green body tensed and shivered as her eyes rolled up into her head and a pretty, 'well-fucked' smile stretched slowly across her lips as she lied on the floor.
"Ffffuck going to the con, let's just keep this one…" declared Lightsaber with a sigh as her hand lifted from the bed and playfully slapped his cheek, she giggled sensually as her body continued to twitch. He grinned at the camera, winking and giving it a 'rock on' hand gesture before grabbing at her big green breasts and squeezing them like they were 'make me moan' buttons…
"Mmmn…" she moaned as Tattoo let the camera come closer and closer to her face as she smiled up at it.
"You have a good time?"
"Mmn-hmmn…" she moaned as Lightsaber pulled slowly out of her. "Oh, I had lots of fun…" she lifted herself up, seemingly unaffected by the rough marathon fucking she received, licking the lens of the camera as Tattoo groaned, but quickly laughed.
"Awe I got to clean that later…" he said, turning it off as Poison Ivy wobbled towards the bathroom, giving Blonde's cock a playful caress as she stepped into the shower tub. She reached for the water knobs to turn it on as Blonde and Tattoo quickly joined her… back and front respectively.
"Oh! Boys…" she purred, feeling their cocks against her again. "I don't have all night!"
"We'll be quick." Cooed Tattoo eagerly, both of them stuffing her holes as she squealed in pleasure. Becoming the meat in a muscle sandwich as they buried their cocks eagerly into her holes. Tattoo's muscled body was sprayed by the shower water as she was ravaged between them.
"OH…!" she gasped, eyes rolling as one leg was lifted from the tub floor and she stood on one foot. "GOD!!" Manhandled, used, and squealing like a stuck pig… she smiled as they finished up their hour.
"UUGH!!" Tattoo filling her pussy with the last of his jizz and immediately pulling out to send the last ropes down her leg, Blonde held her waist tight, throwing her hips forward with a thrust before yanking out of her ass and spraying his seed over her ass and back.
"Damn it…" he groaned, squeezing himself out on her as she wiggled sensually… letting the orgasm run through her body before politely ignoring him and getting under the water. She wasted a little time letting them have their fun…
It took her a few minutes to clean herself up with cheap bathroom soap before stepping out of the shower and finding Lightsaber and Blonde waiting for her. "Boys!" she giggled not even bothering to slap away their groping hands as she retrieved her clothes. "It's been fun but your time is up…" she said, wiggling into her suit as they continued to affectionately and arousingly grab at her body.
"How about you spend the night in my bed instead?" Lightsaber grinned, helping her zip up before squeezing her big green breasts from behind as Blonde took the hint and grabbed his underwear. "You're an insatiable slut aren't you?" he grinned, more as a question than a statement.
True regardless.
"But I'm a professional slut." Right now. "So. I need to get back to work." She cooed, pulling his hands away as Tattoo walked out of the closet, counting a collection of bills and handing them off to her. "Thank you… seriously." She said, pointing to the fridge. "Vanilla Pep? They have cases in every grocery store in Gotham."
"No shit." He replied, looking legitimately surprised as Poison Ivy blew the boys kisses and strutted to the door, letting Blonde get away with slapping her green ass cheeks. "I need to stop by before we head back from the con."
"Order again." She added, "See you around." she waved and shut the door behind her. She stretched, "Mmmngh!" wiggling her ass as she strutted down the hallway back to the elevator. "Maybe sooner than you think."
Time: 9:24 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"I am not going to paint myself green. Or Orange." Declared Laura with a light laugh as Izzy drummed the poker table. "I'm not dressing up Izzy."
"Oh come on you have the body for it!" Izzy noted.
"We ALL have the body for it!" Laura replied laughing.
"Boo. You're no fun." Laura rolled her eyes as Orders hung up the phone.
"Livewire. You got one." Lori jiggled in from the floor as Orders handed her the receipt. "Bring out the Spanish for him, he likes the dirty talk."
"Está bien." Purred Lori as her food slid across the counter, she brushed her hair with her hands and shimmied that big blue ass past a returning Poison Ivy as she approached the counter to drop off the money.
Orders counted it out, before handing Poison Ivy her cut. "You good, Jessica?"
"Mmn-hmmn." Moaned Jessica, as she turned and wiggled back towards Izzy. "So, about that costume thing? Sign me up. There are some boys I think you might like."
Izzy stared at her, then laughed. "Ah-ha… oh no, I like a good costume bang as much as the next geek girl. But I'm not falling for that one."
"Hmn. More for me…" she replied, "Sure you don't want to dress me up first?"
"…Fine but only because I love costumes." Replied Izzy, "But I'm not getting involved in any Veronica shenanigans."
"Oh, we should take Alice she'll love them." Jessica replied before glancing at Laura. "…Where did we land on the whole Veronica-drugs thing?"
"Orders is going to tell her to stop, but Veronica will still be Veronica." Laura replied resignedly.
"And Jessica is going to be Jessica." Orders mumbled and made a mental note to send Rebecca to get a copy of that camera recording later. Izzy was calculating just how much felt she was going to need to make Jessica a twi'lek head-dress and tails… the mesh was easy enough to come by and they could always borrow a leash and collar from Daphne, she had plenty.
Might as well take advantage of the opportunity after all.
End