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A girl in a blue Hawaiian shirt, board shorts, and a Lei of plastics flowers slid into the back of Superbabes. "Did you miss me?" declared Catwoman pulling away her sunglasses and abruptly running into the back room. "Cold! Bad idea!" she declared abruptly.
"It's SNOWING." Declared Violet wisely from the counter, working out the schedule as Catwoman stuck her head out of the locker rooms to glare.
"Shush. It seemed like a good idea at the time." She slipped back into the locker. "So did anyone miss me?!" she shouted curiously as the girls giggled and rolled their eyes. "No one wants to ask how my trip to Hawaii was?"
"On your Nana's dime? For Christmas?" replied Livewire casually, reading an old fitness magazine with NOT Lucy Lopez on the cover, but she was reading the section with her pictures in it.
"You're just jealous!" Catwoman replied teasingly. "Beats Gotham winters let me tell you."
"How's Nana?" mumbled Livewire not paying attention. She wasn't around for the whirlwind of Nana Zhang the last time she was in town. Buuuut everyone was somewhat enlightened by her presence.
"Nana is fine." replied Catwoman walking out of the locker rooms in her black catsuit, zipping up completely. That's going to cost her tips later but it is COLD. And for a woman who spent a week on Oahu suddenly coming back to the icy chill of Gotham was something of a temperature shock. "She's coming up to Gotham in a week."
"…Why?" asked Violet frankly. Coming to Gotham willingly always seemed like a silly idea to anyone not already there.
Catwoman leaned her rear on the counter, crossing her arms under her zipped-up chest. seemingly thinking on the question. "…Nana's nuts?" she said, "She gets off on crazy."
"…Thank god. Imagine if she knew about this place and what you ACTUALLY do 'Ms. Manager'." Livewire teased. The First time Nana Zhang came to Superbabes they had to do what was called Protocol Parent. Basically, the girl in question was the 'Manager' and not dressed in skimpy clothes… not every girl used it but it didn't hurt to have it. She closed the magazine and tossed it onto the table. Getting off the couch, "Back to it." she said lazily. Her blue hips popped as she turned on the charm, along with half a dozen guys as soon as she stepped through the door onto the floor.
"…Who would even handle her?" Catwoman mumbled curiously at the though. "…Old guys are one thing but old women?"
"If you are having this conversation." Orders, dressed in warm purple winter clothes, entered through the back door with Platinum and closely followed by Big Barda. "Stop." She ordered abruptly before heading into her office, the two behind her walked unimpeded into the locker rooms. Big Barda groaned quietly.
"It's going to be a COLD day today." She sighed reluctantly, wearing a red bikini had its downsides apparently.
"Indeed. The clothing normally worn by the other employees is very flattering but not very temperature appropriate." Platinum, who didn't have to worry too much about the cold, stated this fact frankly. But Superbabes was noticeably warmer now that Orders had arrived. She clearly turned up the heat.
"Mmn…" Catwoman groaned as the heat took effect and Big Barda walked out of the locker rooms.
"Can I wear a fur coat? Something furry maybe." She then mimed a motion of her opening and closing a coat and grinned at Orders. "Guys like that sort of thing right? Lady flashers? Afternoon delights?
"Consistency and accuracy. That's what we strive for ladies." Orders replied casually as Big Barda sighed and Catwoman went onto the floor. Replacing Bumblebee, Fire and Ice as Violet packed up her things to head home for the night. "Let me know if you're still cold." she added to Big Barda as she took her bouncer spot, Violet walked out the back door making Big Barda twitch at the cold breeze brushing most of her bare skin.
"I'm still Cold!"
"It'll pass." replied Orders bluntly, and accurately but the big girl scoffed indignantly regardless. "Warm yourself up with some pinching."
"These guys know better than to pinch me." Replied Big Barda confidently but she went out on the floor regardless. It WAS oddly warmer in there than the lounge. Orders drummed her finger on the desk beneath the counter and decided on… crosswords today, absently turning on deliveries.
An hour passed, Orders sent out a couple of girls, not Fire and Ice couple. Bumblebee and Platinum couple… separately, not on the 2 for 1- it's not important.
Catwoman hopped into the back after seeing out a group of company men who came for the view and pretended to have a meeting. She removed her tips from her suit lining, she was starting to look like a stripper… stacking them neatly on the counter as Orders' hand slapped onto it and clawed it over the edge and slipped it beneath it onto Catwoman's growing pile.
"It's coming down out there…" Catwoman noted as tiny drops of snow sprinkled down the frosted window, the edges icing over out front giving it a nice visual appeal from the inside as well as outside. "…This wouldn't happen to be another freak storm?"
"Gotham." Orders replied abruptly, finishing her crossword and starting the next. "This one's all-natural so make sure you drive safe."
"You see I'm not surprised because I expected it." Catwoman replied confidently as Orders reached for the phone.
Time: 9:23 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Click
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Yo we want that Catwoman chick on the site to show up, and we'll take as many meals as necessary to make that happen."
"10 grill cheese sandwiches."
"Wait whoa. Seriously? What the hell are we supposed to do with 10 grilled cheese sandwiches?"
"You're clearly not aware of how this works."
"I thought we call and then a sexy girl shows up dressed up as a cape."
"Yes that's right."
"Is there some sort of protocol I missed or what?"
"Say Please."
"…Please?"
"You want 10 grilled cheeses, delivered by Catwoman."
"Right. That. Yeah…"
"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.
Orders hung up the phone, absently finishing the receipt along with some extra instructions before handing the receipt to Catwoman who read the instructions.
'In case it wasn't clear, 60 minutes, 10x the price.'
"Wow, you have to tell them how this works?"
"They're out of towners and stupid." Orders replied frankly, "But I'm more than happy to take stupid people of their money."
"…Might want to rephrase that one boss, it makes you sound like a con woman." Replied Big Barda hesitantly as Orders sighed, absently gazing at the Beautiful Big Girl as she retook the bouncer position at the counter.
"…I'm more than happy to take horny stupid people of their money." She tried again as Big Barda hesitated, cringing slightly.
"…No. That still sounds kinda bad." She replied as Orders rubbed her temples, the food sliding across the counter from the kitchen to land perfectly in front of Catwoman who picked it up and began walking out.
"You know. I don't HAVE to rephrase that because I don't intend to explain what we do to anyone vaguely important."
"Just saying it might sound better to rephrase it." Big Barda added as Catwoman skipped quickly through the semi-fresh snow and got into the closet company car and quickly turned it on. Soaking in the heat for a minute she slowly drove through the thin snow in the lot before carefully pulling into traffic and speeding off as if the spirit of winter was trying to freeze her in place.
If she expected to be treated to rich out of town tourists she was sourly mistaken as she went to the 'discount' section of Hotel Street, at a hotel less than half the size of any other, at least it looked inviting on the outside but Gotham hotels that didn't have at LEAST three stars didn't survive long on hotel street. This one looked to have been at least two other hotels before, a one-star and a two-star, so that equaled to three.
Just the kind of place a Superbabe would thrive, if this wasn't Gotham and the Hotels didn't bother to stop them in the first place, they definitely wouldn't in the 'Luxury Gotham'. Irony as it is named. She parked, and got out of the car… immediately regretting not grabbing some sort of coat first…
Big Barda was right: fur coat. She got into the Luxury Gotham and noticed a distinct smell, it wasn't awful per se but it was the kind of smell that made her stop and question what it was. There were a surprisingly large amount of people in the warm lobby, and judging from their different states of dress they had varying degrees of social status. The Luxury Gotham was apparently providing some semblance of goodwill to those currently wandering in the wintery streets of Gotham.
But she walked right on by the crowd of people only a few chancing a glance at the catsuit-dressed woman with the great rack and leather-hugged shapely backside as she moved right up to the elevators and pushed the button to the fifth floor.
Whatever that distinct smell vanished once she reached the fifth floor and was replaced with what she could only describe as Christmas smells, or what was left of them after a week. But it was stronger up her than in the lobby. She walked across the tacky floral carpet reading the wall numbers until arriving at #5.
She pinched her zipper and tugged it down to her navel. Letting her breasts stretch it out like they always did. Guys dig the plunging neckline. Letting go of the zipper once it was past her belly button, she raised her hand and rapped her knuckles hard on the door. "Superbabes."
Time: 9:44 PM. Place: Luxury Gotham (Room #5)
"Special Delivery Service." She smiled and waited, and less than a minute later the door popped open and she had to redirect her view to the squat man little more than half her size. He was wearing a tank top and showing off all sorts of prison tattooes, wearing a green do-rag over his bald head as he stroked his goatee eyeing her up appreciatively. "Hola chica."
"Hola pequeño." She replied frankly, she didn't actually speak a lot of Spanish but when you hang around Rosa and Lori enough you pick up a few words.
"What?" he replied abruptly but not in anger, more in confusion. Perhaps he just didn't expect the hot Asian Catwoman to response in Spanish. It must have been a bit jarring, his brain might explode if she spoke in Mandarin.
"Big Mac is it the entertainment or Heavy?"
"It's the entertainment." Replied the ironically named 'Big Mac'.
"Well let her in MAN or you'll spoil the surprise!" Big Mac waddled out of the way letting her enter and the owner of the voice, sitting in the sitting room of the hotel with a TV a couch, and some chairs with a kitchenette in the corner next to a door that led to the balcony.
The other man in the room had more of a swarthy air to him, dressed in a plain green T-Shirt and loose pants, but his right arm was bedecked in tattoos, images of a woman and flames, tribal lines and things that 'looked cool'… "Oh-HO look at that chick yo!" he declared getting off his seat and approaching her. "DAMN look at those things." He gazed right at her breasts, she just smiled placatingly and handed Big Mac the bag of food as he approached her from behind…
Staring at her ass obviously it was at eye level for him but the bag swung right at his face like a wrecking ball. Swatting him in the head as he grunted, she then handed the receipt to… whoever the other guy was. He read the receipt quickly scratching his head. "So who's the lucky guy?" she asked sultrily, absently tugging at her suit, threatening to just yank it away and shoving her tits into his face more openly.
"He ain't here yet." He replied frankly. "Rufus is picking him up, he should be here soon?" Catwoman raised an eyebrow but shrugged, turning to walk into the nearby bedroom. "Have a seat. Want a beer?"
"I can't drink on the job. And you are on the clock…" she said, checking her watch. "60 minutes at the knock on the door." She sat on the bed, leaning back and 'posing' on the bed as she crossed her leather-clad legs. "MMn… I'll just wait here then?" she teased as they openly undressed her with their eyes. She smiled dismissively, as she glanced around the suite… to be honest it could be a lot worse for Gotham.
At least a minute ticked by and she was starting to assume that Orders sent her for the easy paycheck only for the door to rattle with a rapid set of banging booms.
"Bitches open up!" said someone cheerfully on the other side as Big Mac went to the door and opened it. "Hey HEY! Look who it IS!" a significantly nicer dressed man in a cheap three-piece suit walked in with a tower black man behind him.
"HEAVY!" they declared together as he walked in.
"BOYS!" he cheered clapping Big Mac on the head with a huge hand and shaking swarthy's hand jovially. "I love GOTHAM!" he cheered as they all hooted and hollered in celebration. "You try to rob one bank in Gotham you're out in just a few weeks!"
"Whoa seriously?" replied Swarthy in surprise as 'Heavy' hesitated.
"Well Good behavior and overcrowding in Blackgate helped." He added sheepishly as the rest of them nodded or mumbled in agreement. "So Franky why the hell am I STILL in Gotham?"
"It's snowing and our flight ain't till morning-BUT we got you a getting out of Blackgate present to celebrate."
"Whaaat?!" Heavy replied cheerfully, "What did you get me?"
"Pussy." Replied Big Mac bluntly as both Rufas and Franky smacked him. "What?"
Heavy's baldheaded mugshot appropriate mug leaned in the doorway and he whistled loudly at the sight of Catwoman on the bed. She waved with her fingers as he leaned back out. "That girl has some titties on her."
"She's also on the clock so get those weeks of frustration out man!" Heavy slowly wandered into the bedroom, and shut the door behind him as the boys outside hooted.
"So you're my getting out present?" he grinned broadly and began to remove his shirt. He was apparently called 'heavy' because his size wasn't muscle. He had a stocky frame but a bit of a gut.
"I've been called worse…" she replied as he laughed at her joke.
"Yeah?" he stood before her, husky frame or not he was still over six feet. "Have you ever been called-" he opened his pants and freed his girth 10-inch dick. "A pretty little cock-sucker?"
"Mmmn…" she pushed her lips against his bulging tip. It wobbled as her tongue slipped out and gave it a lick. "Yep." She kept licking his tip, "I'm going to need hands for this one." she mumbled gripping his pulsing girth as his hand hooked the back of her head, pulling her forward onto his girth. "Mmngh!" her hands double-fisting his shaft as he sighed contentedly.
"Less talky, more sucky. Plenty of time to talk when it's inside you." Pushing his hips slowly back and forth as she suckled him like a bottle. "Slobber all over it!" he cheerfully groaned, pushing his cock until her lips stretched and he tapped the back of her throat.
"GUCK!" she grunted, gazing up at him as his hand held her head firmly, the other tugging open her suit revealing her big breasts, first the right one then the left, before squeezing the right. "MMmngh!"
"these titties are nice." He replied, squeezing them firmly as she squirmed on the bed. "MMN!" he jerked her head steadily as her saliva slipped down his shaft into her hands. Smearing her saliva into his shaft and practically polishing his cock as it oozed pre-cum into the back of her throat. She popped off the tip, running her tongue around and around his glans as it throbbed against her tongue.
He abruptly slapped her tit, not hard, "AH…" he grabbed her hands and held them above her head before throwing her onto the bed. He stood over her, pinning her hands high above her head and looming his cock over her face.
"Shake those titties for me, make them bounce." He teased as he ran his other hand down her stomach, she wiggled side to side, letting her breasts wobble on her chest as she continued to lick his cock lying across her lips. "Guys would kill for a bitch like you in prison!" he slid his hands further down and into her suit, fingering her pussy as it dampened with his encouragement.
"Ha-aah! Aah!!"
"Louder baby let them hear you!" he laughed as she bucked her hips, shaking and squirming erotically pinned lightly to the bed as her mouth opened around his thrusting girth, sliding over her lips before he glided it back and pushed his tip into her mouth. "MMN!"
"MMGH! MNG-GGHGMN!!" Heavy was heavy, her lower body writhing and spasming under his fingers as he thrust harder and deeper into her mouth saliva spluttering around his cock.
"OH SHIT…" he hissed happily, bucking against her face and getting deeper into her throat. "Oh that's a good mouth." He hissed softly, sliding her lips all the way to the base as her throat bulged. "Oh SHIT!" he yanked abruptly from her mouth, she coughed loudly, spluttering out fluid as he groaned with a rigid erection, watching her body convulse erotically as he yanked away his hands.
"Ooh-UGH!!" she shuddered uncontrollably as she climaxed, grabbing at her suit and yanking her arms out of it. Trying to dissipate some of the heat she was now feeling, letting her toes curl in her high-heeled boots. "NNNGh!"
With his cock throbbing and stiffening like a bat Heavy rolled her over on her side before grabbing the back of her suit and peeling it off her like a banana, rolling her over the rest of the way as he grabbed her shapely ass cheeks in both hands, squeezing firmly. "MMN! You got a nice ass too!" he praised before smacking it. "Damn!"
He grabbed her lower body by her waist easily lifting her bottom half off the bed and giving her warm pussy a longing lick as he laughed mirthlessly. "Haaa-aaaah…" she moaned erotically, gazing at him upside down as his cock pulsated for more.
"Come here bitch." He pulled her back on the bed, giving her pussy another lick, tasting it like ice-cream before letting her go. Her shaking feet dropped to the floor as she wobbled, her knees bending and springing up, her backside wobbling enticingly. "I love big titty Asian girls!" he hissed conspiratorially grabbing at her arms and yanking her up to her feet. He thrust his cock between her legs, stroking it slowly between them as he squeezed her breasts from behind, her hands clawing the back of his hands. "Nasty bitches, tight little holes, and BIG TITS…" he squeezed her tits firmly again as she gasped.
"Haa! aah… what are you going to do about it?" she moaned before he felt his tip prodding her from behind. "AH!" a third of the way inside her. "AAAH!" one half, "FUCK!!" ALL the dick. "FUCK! FUCK! OH! SHIT FUCK! ME!!" the door banged loudly as the boys outside chanted, cheering Heavy on as he slammed his entire bulk against her.
Catwoman eyes went wide and stayed wide, not even blinking as her head rolled back and she screamed their fucking. Heavy's hips slammed against her ass, shoving his cock all the way into her body pounding her womb. Her fingers clawing at his thighs as he held her up by her big tits, "FUCK! OH FUCK!!" her body tensed up and locked down as she orgasmed, shaking and screaming to the ceiling as she loomed forward in convulsive pleasure. "FUCK!!"
"Where you going bitch!" he hissed with a strained groan, still thrusting into her body as she bent over, then abruptly jerked back upright. "You love that dick as much as I love this pussy! NGH! NGH GIVE IT!" he hooked his hand over her face, shoving his thick fingers into her mouth on her tongue as his other hand rapidly rubbed her clit as her pussy oozed arousal down his back swinging girth before her insides were promptly filled with meat again.
"GET IT HEAVY! WOO!! POUND IT!" the cheers mingled together at the banging of the door as Heavy shoved his cock into a squealing Catwoman, gabbling incoherently with her tongue lapping his fingers. Her buried his cock into her, hissing softly… then growling.
"OPEN THAT FUCKING DOOR!" he roared, buried up Catwoman's pussy and jerking his head around to the door.
The hooting stopped as Catwoman convulsed on his dick like a meat puppet, slobbering over his fingers as she recovered from the orgasm he couldn't hear. "What did he say?" asked Big Mac as Heavy grabbed Catwoman's waist and threw her off onto the bed, she flopped awkwardly against it, sliding onto her knees as he turned abruptly, almost smacking her with his cock as he grabbed the doorknob and swung it open. "OH!" the three recoiled at the sight of a naked Heavy.
"Shut the fuck up!" he said indignantly. "SHIT it's just distracting!" he replied before marching back to Catwoman. Her eyes refocused as he grabbed her under her arms and threw her onto the bed again, she lay on her back as he grabbed her legs and hauled them up, and over, folding her in half as her pussy quivered at the imminent mating press. "You can watch but shut the fuck up I can't hear the bitch."
"AARGH FUCK!!" with one quick thrust he buried his cock into her and put his full weight on top of her. "UGH! FUCK! FUCK!! mMGH!!" he covered her mouth with his hand as her eyes rolled in her skull with each thrust. Like he was playing pool with her insides and the result was her brain rattling as her stomach crashed into it.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!!" his primal grunts of the traditional chant of mating echoed through her ears as he smacked everything he had against her, thrusting deep and hard, repeatedly, rubbing her insides to capacity as her body climaxed at being pinned down and FUCKED. "UGH-FUCK!" jackhammering away, clinging tightly to her face and the bed as he satisfied weeks worth of incarceration at last. "FUCK!!" he buried his cock into her, "FUCK!!" holding it inside as his body clenched up. His legs were tightly around her, his toes curling against her ass cheeks as his balls pulsated and pumped her full of semen.
Her hands clawed his huge ass as if asking for more but it was only on instinct. His heavy body satisfyingly half-suffocating her as he ground on top of her long after his cock went limp. "FUUUUuuuck… yeah."
He pulled out of her, slowly, feeling her pussy clinging to his wet meat as he slipped free… "Haaaahh-aah…" moaned Catwoman, holding her legs up and displaying herself to the rest of the crew watching eagerly from the door…
"Big Mac what the shit man are you jerking off?" Franky recoiled as the smaller man stroked his average-sized cock gazing at Catwoman oozing creampie.
"Shut up man let me enjoy this." He replied still jacking it as Catwoman's fingers slowly slid across her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy lips apart as the cum continued to ooze out of her. "Look at that! That's a chica who LOVES what she does." He said, lost in his own little world of fantasy as Catwoman moaned.
"Well, shit man don't let me stop you!" Heavy sighed happily, sitting down in the corner of the room on an armchair. "What she for if not for draining-" he didn't even finish before Big Mac rushed the bed. "Balls."
The tiny man scrambled onto her body, clambering over her to sit on her chest, pushing his cock against her gasping lips. Grabbing her head with both hands and furiously jerking her head into his crotch. "Mgh! Mngh! Mmngh!!"
"This chica's hungry!" he cried happily, "Ah shit…" his whole body seemed to shut down as her lips tightened around his average length, only his hands functioning as he jerked her head back and forth on his member. His head rolled back, gazing at the ceiling with his mouth hanging open like a turkey in the rain.
Franky seeing how easily Big Mac got his cock into Catwoman was already removing his pants. Heavy getting back up as Rufas also began stripping. "Ruffy you got any smokes?" he mumbled lazily as if gangbanging sloppy seconds was normal.
"Living room suitcase, smoke em outside man."
"It's fucking snowing!" replied heavy as Catwoman squealed. "Shit." He pulled on his pants. Catwoman's face was being used by Big Mac but Rufus and Franky grabbed her lower body and turned it on its side, raising her leg onto Franky's shoulder.
"Don't worry you'll like it." he said smarmily, shoving his cock into her tight spasming ass, she squealed around Big Mac's dizzying head jerks as Franky thrust into her asshole, wrapping his arms around her raised leg, and tugging her back as he slammed hard into her ass. "I told you you'd like it!" he laughed, "OH FUCK… YEAH!" thrusting into her over and over as Big Mac continued his piston pumping of her face.
Rufus had stepped away to the bathroom and when he returned he had several squares of toilet paper, grinning evilly as he slowly wiped Catwoman's dripping, and jerking pussy as Franky wasn't stopping his ass fucking because Rufus didn't want Heavy sloppy seconds. But Rufus amused himself by sticking the dirty tissues onto Catwoman's body before being satisfied with his clean up and ramming his cock, second in size to only Heavy into her pussy.
"MMGH-mgn-mmnngh-ghmn!" his hands on his lower back he pushed deep into her body as Franky's jackhammer thrust her forward onto it. Big Mac, tired of jerking her face up and down his cock fell forward and began straight up fucking it.
"I didn't know Big Mac could twerk!" laughed Rufus as Big Mac's ass rose up and down on Catwoman's face, his tiny balls slapping her chin as she gargled and grunted.
"The chicas love it!" he declared, looking somewhat like a frog failing to hop. "MNNG! MMN!" pushing deep into her mouth and shuddering wildly as he croaked. "OOoh SHIT I love thiiiss!" he hissed, draining his balls into her mouth as her tongue licked them.
"Aaahhh…" Rufus pushed his cock into her and let it out, sighing as if relieving himself… looking like it too only there wasn't any piss scent. He pulled out of her as Big Mac rolled off Catwoman's face and forgetting he was on the edge of the bed rolled right off. hitting the floor hard.
But that didn't matter. Franky threw Catwoman fully over, her mouth drooling Big Mac's cum into the sheets as she squealed openly at her brutal ass pounding, Franky railing into her hard from behind, his entire body worming in and out of her as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled it back, her howls making her harder. "HAAAaah-aAAAH-AAAAAH!"
"She is a hot piece of ass…" declared Rufus groaning, stroking himself as Big Mac got off the floor and onto the bed.
"Hey man, I'm rigid again!" Heavy walked back in looking a little chilled and smelling like smoke. "Hurry the fuck up."
"She's got to go soon man." Declared Rufus, getting harder. "That's how these Superbabes work."
"WHAT?! Fuck man if I knew that she'd come outside with me! Hurry up Franky!" he ordered, stroking himself as Franky jerked Catwoman back hard, her feet sliding off the bed to the floor as they stood like two planks of wood and he sprayed her insides with his actual wood. Franky slowly spanking her ass once, twice, throbbing inside her before Heavy grabbed his arm and yanked him so hard he ripped from her ass. Catwoman dropped to her knees and knelt on the floor as the suddenly surrounded her.
"Open wide cum catcher." Heavy ordered, already spraying her face and roaring his orgasm. "FUCK me."
Catwoman's tongue hung from her mouth then one after the other the men in the room hosed her face. One after the other… of course Big Mac was too short so he only managed her chin and her tits as she gasped…
Franky, the last to bukkake her, took a long breath as Catwoman knelt frozen on the floor with cum streaked across her face and hat. Strings of semen across her mouth like a spiderweb. Heavy's cock looming over her and squeezing out the last drops from his dick like a tube of toothpaste. "Man, you guys are the best. You know bukkake is my favorite JAV genre." Laughed Heavy as Catwoman moaned whorishly, cum and spit bubbling in her mouth as she gargled it appealingly. "MMMn… maybe now I fuck her ass until she can't walk out of here, how about that."
"NO. No, don't do that." Rufus said suddenly, "Ha-ha… nuh-uh don't fuck with Superbabes man, follow the rules. That's like Cajun Jim's favorite place, it's distinctly off-limits to mess with the girls."
"Could someone… at LEAST. Point me to the bathroom?" Catwoman replied, her eyes sealed shut.
She felt heavy's hand's wrap around her arms, lifting her up and clapping her ass HARD making her jump forward, "Walk straight." He said vaguely as she walked forward, hands out, then she found the doorframe and kept going.
She eventually got into the bathtub and turned on the shower. "FUCK." She cursed taking a face full of icy water to the cum covered face, but she bravely fought on taking it on her tits and rubbing her hands all over… using the tiny hotel room soap bottles… ALL the tiny soap bottles, to wash herself… Then she took off her cap because her hair was all sweaty…
She eventually got out of the shower, drying off her body and the inside of her Catwoman cap as best she could before putting it back on her head and heading out back into the bedroom, ignoring the fresh cum smell, pulling her suit back on and stuffing her breasts back into it. Zipping up completely for warmth as she walked into the living room to find the boys drinking and wearing pants.
"Alright boys." She said casually, "Who's paying?" she held her hand out.
"Who says we got to pay baby? Why not come with us to Metropolis?" asked Big Mac, thrusting his hips toward her as she stood on the table. "We'll pay you in LOVE chica!"
"…I've already met the smart one." she laughed turning to Rufus as the rest of the guys pointed and joined her laughter at Big Mac.
Rufus got up and went to the closet, kneeling by the suitcase as he extracted a stack of crisp bills. He gave her a portion, but she eyed it suspiciously. "That's not enough."
"Excuse me? That's more than enough for a delivery." But then Catwoman, looking around, grabbed the bill placed under the bag of definitely cold Catwoman meals, handing Rufus the receipt before grabbing the rest of the money from his hand and winking, turning to head out as Rufus turned to the guys.
"You dumb motherfuckers! What are we going to do with 10 grilled cheese sandwiches?! That's not even the Catwoman meal so they're charging me more for the substitution!" Catwoman laughed, and shut the door behind her.
"Orders…" she said with fond exasperation as she walked back to the elevator, hitting the button and hardly waiting as she got inside and sighed. "…I'm going to be fucking cold aren't I?" she mumbled to herself, unzipping slightly and stuffing the cash into her suit. "Keep me warm money."
Time: 10:48 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"fuuuuuuuUUUUUUUCK!" the voice echoed outside Superbabes as Darcy opened the back door and Catwoman ran inside. "COLD! WHHHHHHY am I wearing a CATSUIT?!"
"Because it's your job." Declared Darcy obviously. Darcy had been assigned to open and close the back door because she would be the first one to take the full force of the cold weather and be unaffected.
"THANK YOU! DARCY!" hissed Catwoman, rubbing her arms, "Fuck-Fuckity-fuck…" she hissed rushing into the locker rooms and the showers. Orders was surprisingly understanding as the steam wafted from the locker rooms "Oh GOD yes…" sighed Catwoman contentedly with the shower at the hottest setting. Instant warm water. "THANK you Piotr for excellent plumbing. I will SUCK your DICK next I see you."
"Don't." Orders replied, finishing her crosswords. "I don't want my favorite contractor getting attached."
Eventually Catwoman, significantly cleaner and warm walked out of the locker room with a towel around her shoulders, slapping the stack of bills on Orders' counter. "…Those guys were dumb."
"Most of them are." Orders replied, "Criminals anyway." She ran her fingers through the stack, earning the money snap like playing cards for some reason as she sighed. "Good work Yaya, put your feet up." She replied as Yaya sat on the couch and draped the towel across her lap like a blanket.
"By the way. Becca's right. We TOTALLY should have fur coats."
"No." Orders replied, "Why would I get fur coats? I run a restaurant. I'm just thankful that Katie doesn't shed… then again there are some out there who like that sort of thing." Orders grumbled dismissively.
"How about regular coats?" replied Yaya…
"Bring your own coat if you're cold I won't stop you. But don't be surprised if your tips drop." replied Orders as Yaya laughed, stood up, and walked back to the locker room to get her coat... but she didn't have a coat all she had was the Hawaiian shirt which... at least framed her bust.
"Yeah? What am I going to do when my TITS freeze off!?" she replied, cupping her impressive set with her hands as Orders paused. "Watch my tips then." She added.
Orders tapped the counter with her pen, "…Fair point."
End