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Superbabes was closed today, completely, not just because it was a holiday but because the block was, or will, experience a significant blackout and she'd rather just have the generators work on the fridges to preserve the food than open up and have the power go out. So… today she was sleeping in.
Though whether it was to catch up on sleep or the 'blowback' from deciding to close down for the day hit her greedy golden heart significantly harder than expected. Who could say? Curled up in her comfy bed, her A/C keeping her temperature at a comfortable 68 degrees, Darcy speaking to someone downstairs…
…Wait who was she talking too?
She suddenly stopped speaking and walked up the steps to Orders' bedroom. Entering silently before gently shaking Orders awake, "Mother. Starfire would like to speak to you. I believe it's an emergency."
"Tell her to come back another time." And considering she's been in Europe for about a week, she was honestly considering sending her back but Veronica has probably been temporarily banned from a few of them.
"She is currently on the phone Mother."
"Whose phone?" she grumbled sleepily, rubbing her purple eyes and sitting upright." Darcy then thrust her hand towards Orders extending her pinky and thumb… in a 'shaka' hand gesture. "…What are you Doing?"
"I function as a portable telephone mother."
"…No you don't."
"I am also a wifi-hotspot device." She added sternly.
"…I'm not sure if you're joking or not and I'm clairvoyant." She replied, before rolling her purple eyes, shaking her head and taking the 'hand-phone' "I'm going to kill that horny teenage brat." She grumbled putting the thumb to her ear and speaking into Darcy's pinky. "This better be good."
"Orders I need you to mediate between my parents." Orders blinked, and Veronica was surprisingly serious. That was unexpected.
She's known for a while that Starfire's parents were getting a divorce, she even tried a 'parent trap' or so Alice says, but the proceedings were apparently so amicable that they were going to stay living together. The ONLY difference was that they were no longer legally married… why did it even matter?
"Why does that matter?" Orders groaned, flopping back onto the bed, taking Darcy's hand with her, forcing the Gynoid to bend awkwardly over.
"Orders! My favorite pornstar has retired! And you didn't fix! You owe me!" Orders tried very, VERY hard to register what the fuck was wrong with Starfire but she couldn't come to a decent conclusion. "Just mediate between them okay?!"
"…I really don't know if I want to meet your parents." Orders groaned, closing her eyes and staying silent for a long contemplative time, then sighing audibly. "…When exactly am I supposed to do this?"
"At 2:00." Replied Starfire sounding seemingly cheered up. "We're going to be at a law firm and you're my lawyer!"
"I'm not a lawyer." Orders growled tiredly, "…But fine. I'll talk to them." She grumbled, "…Whatever I'll fucking say, who knows…"
"You do you're clairvoyant."
"…I'd slam this phone but it's Platinum's hand." Orders growled irately.
"Don't you want to know where to go?" said Starfire and Orders could hear the smile through the hand.
"I already know where to go. I'm clairvoyant." She pushed Darcy's hand away. "Hang that up." Darcy extended her other fingers, apparently hanging up the 'phone'. "…Why does she even have your number?"
"I gave it to her in case she wished to play Warmechs with me." Replied Darcy stoically, "I gave it to everyone."
"…Wake me at 12." Orders rolled over, and tried to ignore her beautiful gynoid 'daughter'.
"Yes Mother."
…
Orders arrived at an upper-east Gotham tower, the sort of location someone could always find a lawyer, and walked right in, ignoring the people at the front desk she made her way up to the 25th floor. Which was one BIG law office. Once the elevator doors opened she was greeted first by the named attorneys on the wall. Lee, Brandon and Scott. Though it looked like recently someone was kicked off the wall judging from the missing name at the end.
The second thing she was greeted by- "ORDERS!" Starfire lunged from nowhere and eagerly squeezed her Purple-eyed boss in greeting, Orders growled quietly staring blankly up at the ceiling as she took the hug and briefly regretted not having Darcy come with her to pry the redhead off. "It's so good to see you!"
"Let go." Orders ordered as Starfire kept hugging for a little longer, then finally released her, smiling prettily.
"Come meet my parents they're so excited to meet you!"
"I am not a lawyer." Orders repeated, evidently and tiredly having a completely different conversation. Veronica took her by the hand and dragged her along, pulling her past a crowd of paralegals and office workers as Starfire dragged Orders to a meeting room.
"They're in here! Mama! Papa!" she kicked the door in and shoved Orders through it. "Meet my boss Orders!" because that won't be confusing at all. It was almost as confusing as the people in the room. One was an older woman, she should be in her early fifties but looked barely older than the woman who could call herself her daughter. With long flowing red locks, full lips, piercing green eyes, and the look of a top glamour model that should be on the cover of any and all magazines. Even the ones that don't have women on the cover. In all honestly, she looked like a real version of Jessica Bunny and Orders REALLY wished she could stop saying that about redheads she knows but when you have a standard of beauty its hard to top it. But it was very clear where Starfire got her looks.
So that made the father so much more of a curiosity.
Orders, being clairvoyant, was legitimately surprised to see the man sitting beside the tall and beautiful woman. If the woman looked half her age, the man looked his. Completely bald on top with a bowl-cut line of hair all around, he had a nose that had been broken once upon a time and reset awkwardly giving it a bit of a twist. He had a pot-belly, stumpy hands, and wore custom glasses that one might shout 'NEEEEEERD!' in a drive by for wearing over his green eyes.
Orders stared at the both of them, looked around, and was reaffirmed that they were the only ones in the room. The woman, Starfire's mother evidently, smiled kindly at Orders, waving. "Hello, Ms. Orders? It is so nice to finally meet you…"
"Indeed" Said Starfire's 'alleged' father. Orders stared at them, held up a finger.
"Excuse me for one minute." She said, taking Starfire by the arm and dragging her out of the meeting room. Shutting the door and glaring at her. "That's your father!? Biologically?"
"Yes."
"And… that is really your mother?"
"Yes."
Orders' face actually contorted with absolute confusion, before pure annoyance destroyed it. "Did your father mold her out of Clay?!" she asked indignantly as Starfire stared at her.
"No?"
"Is he rich?"
"Not really."
"Has he blackmailed her in a relationship?"
"No."
…Evidently, Starfire has heard all these questions before because she kept that same confident smile on her face.
"How did a man who looks like he was hit by far too many bullies this week get a woman like that?" Orders asked the various gods of the universe before returning to the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Morehead. It's nice to meet you."
"Oh, please." Cooed Mrs. Morehead glamorously, "Call me by my maiden name."
"…Which is?"
"Vivian Morecock." Orders stared at her, closed her purple eyes, sighed, and turned around.
"Nope. I'm not doing this."
"Orders! FIX!" Ordered Starfire, pointing back into the room as Orders opened her purple eyes, saw the pout, and sighed again.
"…FINE… I will fix." She replied scathingly, "But that's all you get." She replied indignantly. "…Give me an hour." She added, shoving Veronica out of the room.
"Can't I be involved?" she asked surprised as Orders frowned at her.
"I can only take so much of you." She replied sourly, "I don't want to be disturbed." She replied just as a rather attorney looking fellow approached and paused curiously. He was a dark-haired middle-aged man, but fit and healthy… and no wedding ring. Perfect distraction.
"Excuse me who are you? I'm here to finalize the… Morehead divorce…" he then noticed the former 'Mrs. Morehead' is about to become Miss Morecock. "Oh…" he noted but then Orders snatched the papers from his hands.
"I'm borrowing this conference room." She said as he looked indignant as she read the papers.
"It's okay she's my lawyer," Starfire replied casually.
"I'm not a lawyer." Orders noted continuing to read.
"But-" he began but Orders shoved a pretty redhead in front of him. And if he found the mother attractive of course he'd love the look of the daughter.
"Deal with that." Orders noted dismissively before slamming the door. Starfire however, absently… knocked.
Time: 2:47 PM. Place: Lee, Brandon and Scott firm (Conference Room #5 Hallway)
"You sure?" she replied sweetly.
"I need an hour. So deal with it."
"Okay! I suppose it has been a while." … It's been a few hours actually she took a cab to get here.
Starfire smiled at the man who was here to ruin her parents' happy lives together, before grabbing him by his tie and dragging him along "Where's your office?"
"It's… over there? What's going on?" he asked indignantly as she pulled him into the room with a desk a chair and clear displays of a love of golf. She'll help him work on his stroke. Shutting the door first she threw him into his rolling chair so hard that he spun around on it, sliding across the floor and against the wall. "Oof!" he grunted as she suddenly slapped her hands on the arms of the chair. Bending over and gazing disapprovingly at him.
"You should be ASHAMED of yourself! Instead of ruining a loving relationship you try to destroy it for money!"
…I'm sorry. What?
"What?" replied the VERY confused but let's be honest inevitably very lucky lawyer. In fact, when did his pants unzip? When did she strip?!
She stood, huffily, hands on her naked hips as she frowned at him. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood or I'd have my best friend beat you up!" she said irately as the lawyer was very confused BUT a gorgeous woman was standing naked in front of him… though he was wondering if he was having a conniption. Or if he was having a waking wet dream or something after viewing the gorgeous model married to that troglodyte in glasses… when did his cock get into her mouth?!... ah… he no longer cares.
"Mmn… mmngh…" Starfire pressed her hands onto his thighs, spreading them apart as she bobbed her head rapidly up and down, burying her face into his lap and noisily slurping. She was certainly happy to do so she needed to scratch an itch AND vent her frustrations at her parents being so cheerful in annulling their marriage. So banging the lawyer seemed like a good compromise. And this is Starfire so it probably only made sense to her, and the lawyer certainly stopped caring once her tongue started to slither into his pants along his shaft, tickling his testicles as she deepthroated him again and again.
Sometimes its important to remember that not everyone has experienced the out of body sensation of a damn good deepthroating unimpeded by a gag reflex. And lucky for this guy he gets to experience it with the sexual goddess Starfire. And when it comes to blowjobs… Jackie is still better but Starfire is a very CLOSE second based on enthusiasm and experience alone… not to mention she could hold her breath for a long time. But that, like him, cums later, right now was a lot of lip and tongue work that put him into a state of nirvana and his hands on her silky redheaded hair.
Starfire's head pulled up, and slammed down into his lap as if trying to nail his ass through the chair. His legs popped up like his hips were functioning on springs, pushing into her throat. Pre-cum oozed into her mouth as if pushing on a bicycle pump and trying to inflate her stomach with cum. "MMngh! Mmngh! Mmn…" she buried his length back into her throat and felt his load spray into the back of her throat, "Mmn. SLURP. SLUUUURP." Plunging up and down briefly, making sure she got every drop. It wouldn't do to make a mess and then go back into the conference room.
She pulled her face out of his lap, his cock sliding out of her throat before she smiled briefly at him before standing up. "Wha-" he managed to get out before she turned around, and SLAMMED onto his lap. "GURP!" he grunted and groaned as he went balls deep into her with one thrust. Grinding her ass on his lap making sure she was a good fit inside her, her insides tightening as she began bouncing wildly up and down on his lap as the chair creaked and groaned beneath them.
His hands grabbing onto her waist and she moaned enticingly in response, gritting his teeth and throbbing inside her warm and wet pussy. "Haah. Ahh… Holy shit you're wild!"
"MMn-hmmn!" she giggled almost evilly, slamming down on his lap and writhing around on him with a curious look on her face, as if trying to find something in her purse… the 'purse' being her pussy, in this case. To be fair there could be just about anything in there, most of it fun as the lawyer was quickly understanding. "MMn! Mmn!" bouncing her ass on him again, feeling him throbbing inside her, clenching his teeth.
"Gonna cum!" he hissed softly, before wrapping his arms around her waist and rapidly bucking up into her as she jiggled pleasantly, her mouth opening and moaning enticingly, tensing up around his cock as he held her in place and felt his cock bulging into her body and releasing a hot load into her.
"Oooh Ooh…" she spasmed on his lap, sighing softly as he took a breath. She wiggled her hips, frowning again as she sighed huffily. "You know what? Needs more bottom." She said before throwing herself onto his desk and knocking over a few knickknacks. Waving her ass behind her as instincts continued to control his actions now, standing up and pressing down on her back, pushing back not only into her body but up her ass as she grabbed the opposite edge of the desk. "Oh! OH!!" Bitting on her bottom lip as he continued to rigorously pound HARD into her, "Ugh! Ha! Ah! Aah! Eee!" she squeaked adorably as his hand cracked onto her ass, grabbing her hair, tugging it back on her head.
"Ugh! Uugh… uggh!" grunting heavily as he felt her ass tensing and squeezing him, steadily slamming away at her tight body as her toes curled on the floor, "Ugh!"
"Haah. Hah. Aahh…" she panted like a horny bitch, the stench of sex and sweat filling the slightly chilled office room as the desk rocked and wobbled under her with his thrusts, holding the other side of the desk as he rapidly jackhammered into her. Grabbing her shoulders, pulling her back hard as the desk legs thumped on the floor as if dancing beneath her. "Ugh.. almost! There!" she cooed with an oncoming groan, "Oooohmgn!" she shuddered, tensing up, then feeling a rush of cum spray into her ass. "Ooohmmn!!" she sighed as he fell onto her, still bucking his hips as the last drops of his cum rushed into her. "Mmn…"
He pulled out of her tightly puckered ass and flopped back onto the chair tired but content as she pushed off the desk, shaking and wobbling as the orgasm subsided then she abruptly turned around and took him back into her mouth. "Mmnhg! Mmn. Mmn…" she continued to slurp on his Starfire-flavored dick, as he went limp in the chair, groaning tiredly as his hand grabbed the back of her head and continued grinding her face into his lap. But his hand seemed to be the only thing still working, moving her face up and down… until once again, a wad rushed into her mouth. "Mmn…" she blinked up at him, pulling her face out of his pants to pull his cock slowly from her lips with an open mouth, showing his sticky load and closing her lips. "MMn…" swallowing down his cum again, "Ah…"
Wrapping her lips back around his tip, before quickly jerking her hand up and down, "Mmn! Mmn! Mmn!!" her hand between her leg, furiously rubbing herself as she continued her blowjob, and wiggled her rear on her legs, rapidly stroking him, rubbing her tongue around and around his glans, eagerly slurping out a feeble load of cum back onto her slippery tongue. He grunted, bucking her hip into her face as he went limp between her lips and pulled off his shaft.
Tongue lolling and ahegao posing she closed her mouth and smiled at him as he closed his eyes and sighed tiredly. "…Ah he's all tuckered out." She cooed, before sliding him back into his pants. Humming softly as she grabbed her shirt, throwing it on, then her pants. Wiggling her hips back in seductively, in front of an open window. It was reflective so she quickly checked her face and makeup… and then noticed across the street in the opposite building an audience, many of whom where wave and hooting, miming lewd suggestive motions…
She smiled, waved then looked around grabbing several pieces of paper, wiggling her hips curiously and chuckling to herself as she wrote in BIG letters on several sheets, tapping them in succession to the window.
"Order! Superbabes!! :)"
Time: 3:41 PM. Place… haven't gone anywhere (except maybe down the hall.)
"Alright now that everything is in order." Orders said, then flinched at how that sounded and sighed. "We don't need these anymore." She added, absently straightening the divorce papers and putting them aside as the apparently loving but extraordinarily mismatched couple held hands. Vivian was smiling with a look on her face that said Papa Morehead was going to get some later today. "I'm glad we could have this talk." She said dismissively, "…But bear in mind, I am neither a lawyer NOR a psychologist so I highly recommend you see a professional… or I can recommend you a very devoted student of psychology who could use the practice.
"I must say Miss Orders you are very persuasive." Smiled Mr. Morehead with crooked, slightly yellowed teeth. "When our Veronica spoke about you we expected someone far more disciplined and spartan…" Orders raised an eyebrow at him, he was very articulate… and she was starting to realize where Starfire got her math brains.
"Well Professor Archibald." She began crisply, "I believe you and I both know that with her, I have to be." She noted frankly while he nodded in understand. And of course, speak of the sexy succubus and in she walks with a sexy strut… which she ALSO apparently inherited from her mother.
"Orders I'm done!" she cheered as Orders growled back.
"You're early."
"Straighten up dear you're walking awkwardly." Noted Vivian sweetly, and it was appropriate because she had a voice like honey, Scottish flavored honey because of a slight accent. Veronica smiled standing a little straighter and pushing down those quivering sensations still moving through her. Her pretty redhead swinging between Mister and Missus Morehead.
"So…you're not breaking up?"
"No. Sweat heart we're still married." Said his father affectionately resting his head on his wife's shoulder. "We're going to work on it."
"YAY!! I'm going to go celebrate with some of the office workers!" she then rushed off. Orders however stared at the both of the redhead's parents, before taking a breath and sighing audibly… already regretting this…
"…I have to know." she said, looking at them. "How… are you two together in the first place?" she asked as Vivian suddenly looked incredibly excited… yet another thing Veronica inherited. "It seems very… insane."
"Oh! Well, I was a T.A. at Gotham university and my ADORABLE little Archie complimented my shoes…"
"…I couldn't look at her face without turning as red as a tomato." he said boyishly shy, it would've been adorable if Orders wasn't totally confused, and getting cavities from the sweetness.
"And I just thought that was the sweetest thing! People compliment me all the time." Vivian replied with an eye roll, "And it's usually immediately followed by asking me out on a date or something creepy. And once I got tenure…"
"Hold on… You have tenure at Gotham University?"
"No, I teach at Yale." Replied Vivian looking surprised, "Archie has Tenure at Gotham University. It's why we were considering getting a divorce because we couldn't decide where we both wanted to teach and it sort of… escalated." She replied looking far to cheerful despite the sheer insanity of that conversation. "Anyway once I got tenure I asked Archie who was a guest speaker if we could get dinner and we just clicked! A year later we had Veronica, and we've spent time moving back and forth between colleges, but once our Ronny met Alice in middle-school we moved on a more permanent basis to Gotham."
"We didn't have the heart to separate her from her 'best friend'." Smiled Archibald with a soft sigh, "…We just can't say no to her."
"Not many do." Mumbled Orders, already SENSING the orgy happening in another conference room before adding a little more loudly, "…So you're both geniuses?"
"Oh. Yes I graduated highschool at 15, and Archie has several doctorates in Physics…" she then began running her fingers on his bald head as he grinned goofily, and she giggled lovingly "He's my little brainy boo."
"She likes me for my brain." He winked conspiratorially at Orders, as if it was an important secret. but the semi-secretly clairvoyant purpled eyed boss of Superbabes sighed, stood up and nodded.
"…Yep. I've had enough." She declared, "…Lovely to meet you, if you're ever hungry spend some of that money at our restaurant I'll give you the friends and family discount." She said, ignoring Vivian giving Archibald a firm kiss on the cheek leaving a red lipstick print, taking his hand and guiding him out behind Orders.
"We might take you up on that." noted Archibald, "But we need to go and have a long… talk." He said, his hand around his wife's hourglass waist and she giggled girlishly.
"Archie! So fresh!" she teased as they held hands again. Orders closed her purple eyes, sighed and picked up her phone, they got into the elevator. "So we-?" she began but Orders waved her on.
"I need to make a call. Please go ahead." The loving couple let the elevator close, as Orders waited.
"…Boss?" answered Alice curiously, "What is it aren't you with V?"
"Get Ronnie-Bell, Rebecca and maybe Ashley, "We're going to need crowbars, a tub of vasaline and maybe some fire extinguishers… also call Darcy, I need a ride home."
"…Veronica?" asked Alice after a long pause.
Orders glanced around the suspiciously empty Lawyer's office… as if they were suddenly busy. "Veronica." She confirmed, and hung up.
End
So here we are the last of the #5's. It's been a long ass road and as far as I'm concerned I don't see an end to it... This one WAS far more comedic than expected, but to be fair I was always going to involve Veronica's parents, and you all expected Ms. Morehead(formerly Morecock) to be a super slut didn't you? Well too bad, they're a loving couple that just end up doing things in the extreme. Her father being a discount frumpy oswald cobblepot, though that was all comedy.
Also find all the references! There aren't that many.
Next up is a Catered Party, I know I'll regret it but it's been too long since I did one. I'll probably put up a vote, or take suggestions. After that though... well I'll leave it as a surprise for now