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She sat in the corner of her cell, rubbing her sore hands as if in prayer... only she wasn't praying. She gripped her fists tightly, wearing tight short shorts that showed off her legs, thick firm ass, snow-white skin hard muscled abs and ridiculously large round breasts packed tightly into a snug slightly bloodstained sports bra... she was dressed to titillate, not intimidate. She looked like an MMA Darci Doll... she glanced at her door, concernedly clenching her fists as she heard screams and cheers...
It was hard to believe a few weeks ago she thought she'd start a new life in Gotham, live a happy life, get a career, and make an absurd amount of money. But fresh off the boat she was drugged and taken to some unknown location... she woke up in this cell naked, the clothes she wore tossed on her like used rags, and ever since she's been a prisoner. A gladiator.
Some sick freaks kidnapped girls, most of them from someplace called Old Gotham Red Light. Then they were forced to fight men twice their size, literally beaten down into mud before being brutally raped. The guards said most girls don't survive the week. Why they did this none of the girls knew, she certainly didn't, but a local would tell you...
Because it's fucking Gotham...
The screams of the most recent 'loser' echoed down into the cells from specifically designed vents. Designed to demoralize, and season their oncoming brutality with a hint of fear and terror... but not here... she was a Chinese/Russian girl, she came to Gotham for a BETTER life...
Think about that for a fucking second.
She's already had her first 'match'. They expected her to go down easy to some big thug, but she brutally pounded him into the mud and left him broken and bruised... some in the crowd came for the brutal one sided, dark web bound bloodsport... turns out they didn't care who's blood got spilled. Besides, there were plenty of other girls to abuse in the other cells...
...Another was just dragged out, kicking and screaming for her 'turn' as the loser of the previous match was tossed brokenly into the cell next door... she didn't move, she didn't say a word... never a good sign. She clenched her teeth, and her fists... and tried not to cry.
"Hello." She jumped, a woman stood outside her cell door. "...How would you like to work for me?" she asked patiently as the woman stared at her.
"Fuck off!" she replied immediately in Russian, she's never seen this woman before, and most of the guards were masked men. The woman with Purple eyes seemed unaffected by her fury.
"Calm down... my Russian isn't so good." She replied calmly taking her by surprise.
"...Who are you?" she asked in english as someone repeated the question, only angry.
"Who the fuck are you!? Come here cunt I got-AH!? Aah! AAAAGGGH!!!" he screamed louder than any of the other girls in the fight pits above... there was a sickening, CRACK and a body was hurled behind the purple-eyed woman... who was completely unconcerned by the 200 pound man hurled with tremendous force behind her.
"...You're right." Said a voice rather amusedly. "...This is fun." A tall woman with a curvy body and white wings eyed her suspiciously over the purple eyed woman's shoulder. "This one? She doesn't look so... well... to your usual standards."
"I never pick wrong." The purple-eyed woman replied, gesturing her away, "Keep watch... Do try not to kill them."
"Whatever for? They are slaving rapists, I don't have to be concerned about them." She stated matter of factly. "And that's coming from ME." she emphasized.
"If I have to explain it to you why, again, I'm going to get the bottle." The winged woman flinched, scoffed, and walked away without another word. "...Now." she looked at the woman as she repeated the question, "...How would you like to work for me?" she frowned at the purple-eyed woman. Unsure of this strange unaffected woman who seemingly came from nowhere...
"...What if I say no?"
"I let you out anyway... and after a few days of dealing with the police and immigration, you'll get shipped back to China. But at least you won't be boarding in a shipping crate." She shivered fearfully, how did this woman know about that? She was half-Chinese but she didn't really play that up. The massive natural breasts helped. There was the other matter about her knowing she came to Gotham in a Shipping container. "But if you work for me. You won't."
She eyed her suspiciously, but the purple-eyed woman calmly continued. "In a few minutes the men who held you captive are going to have a very bad day, thanks to a certain Dark Knight. I'm taking this opportunity to go recruiting for my business, and you're the only one who will be... open to my brand of employment." She tapped her fingers together, and the screams from the pit above echoed down... However, it seemed to be mostly men... lots of men... pained, horrified screams as the woman sighed. "...He's early." She noted sourly.
"...What do you want me to do?" she asked suspiciously. "What... job?"
"Have sex." The woman replied as the woman recoiled. "Lots. And LOTS of sex..." she pointed at her big breasts tightly packed into the bra. "And with those things, I'll make a mint."
"What?" she recoiled slightly in shock, blushing slightly and covering her cleavage with her arms as the purple-eyed woman rolled those abnormally purple eyes.
"Have SEX... we BOTH know the kinks in your mind." She glared at her, "...Yiff-Yiff." The Purple-eyed woman added. "This way you'll get paid for it, ABSURDLY SO... and I'll give you a home, and papers... citizenship even, if I can get them for a Gynoid, I can certainly do it for you."
"He's cleaning them up quickly." Noted the winged woman's voice dismissively. "...Are we taking her or not, Orders?"
"Good question..." Orders replied, looking right at her as her purple eyes flashed, her lips twitching in a knowing smile "...Are we?... if it's any consolation where we're going is certainly better than where you have been."
...
Two Weeks Later.
Her body was made for two things, kicking ass, and looking fucking fantastic in anything tight. Tight, long black pants and belt, boots, black gloves. But her beautiful body, her abs, her back, her arms, all of it clearly on display as she was only wearing a tight shiny black bra, her large, power girl sized breasts threatening to burst right off...
The comparison was accurate as the Supervillainess she was cosplaying as, 'Divine' was an alleged clone of Power Girl... needless to say, she was already very popular. Slowly she adjusted her large breasts in the tight bra-like top. It wasn't an actual bra, it was more like a very small crop top.
"Looking Good, Divine." Declared Power Girl walking out of the shower and heading to her locker to change into her suit. "...Although considering you're my 'clone' it's a little demoralizing to see those things." She noted a little teasingly.
Divine looked down at her breasts. "I thought we were the same size."
"I'm talking about your abs!" Power Girl declared in dismay. "Look at those things! Not even Becca can brag about her muscles to you! And Becca is RIPPED." Side by side, for someone who was supposed to be a 'clone' it was literal night and day between Superbabes.
Pixie cut blonde Power Girl: with a pleasantly plump and curvaceous frame. And new girl Divine: jet black shortly cut hair, muscles that would put Miss Universe to shame, and a beautiful but distinctly Asian flavored face. Oddly they both could be considered 'Divine'.
Either way, Power Girl got dressed, "You'll do great." She said comfortingly as Divine took a breath and sighed.
"...It's certainly better than where I have been. I can only move forward."
"That's the spirit!" cheered Power Girl, giving Divine a light pat on her buns-of-iron ass, and teasingly waving her hand as if it hurt. "Damn that thing!" she smirked, already heading out of the locker rooms as Divine shut her locker door and followed the buxom blonde out of the locker rooms.
"Holy Shit, Helen's one thing but this girl looks like she was carved from Marble!" off-duty Yaya declared with a broad smile and the traditional camera of Superbabes in hand.
"Can I keep her!?" Starfire squealed delightedly, already trying to seize Divine who had to resist breaking her face on reflex. Luckily, big babe Giganta caught Starfire mid-flight, carrying her away from the new girl "Boooooo!"
"Don't mind her." Orders declared behind her counter and doing crosswords today, "You'll grow to tolerate her."
"Don't you mean-" Divine began curiously only for Orders to quickly interrupt.
"I know what I said. Yaya." She added, hurrying this along.
"Got it. Come on over here to the couch, Divine, let's get your picture up." The beautiful Divine strutted across the floor and sat on the couch, but Yaya quickly adjusted her into a sexy pose, emphasizing her breasts and her 'bad girl' image with a scowl.
"You want me to scowl?" asked Divine unsurely as Yaya smiled.
"Some girls pull off smiles, some girls are just better scowling. Just ask Jenny. Trust me! You are going to want to scowl." She said, looking at her through the camera. "You want a look that says 'Yeah, you can fuck me, but I might kick your ass when we're done.' That's the vibe I'm getting from you."
"It works for Ashley." Noted Giganta with a smile, leaning against the counter.
"Arms pushing your boobs together and-" she clicked, "Done! There's the winner." She replied as the scowl quickly vanished from Divine's face. Getting off the couch and following Yaya to the counter, Orders plugging the camera into her computer... and done.
"Alright. There you are." Declared Orders, gesturing to her website, showing Divine's scowling pose on screen.
"...Are you sure that's a good look for me?"
"Yes."
"Obviously.
"Don't question it."
Came Giganta, Yaya, and Orders... in that order.
Divine sighed, the butterflies in her stomach flapping about as she rubbed her iron-abs. "...Alright." she said as Orders brushed her towards the floor.
"Go on."
"And with that, I am out!" Yaya declared, "Good night everybody! See you tomorrow Divine." She said, casually.
Orders had conscripted the new hire to work on the 'superbabes house'. Not the Superbabes building, where Divine was currently staying, which was an apartment building run by friends of Superbabes Mikey and Geoff. But the House Orders intends to flip and allow girls like her to live in... Yaya was picking her up.
"Bye." Divine replied as Power Girl wiggled back into the lounge, and dropped off some boob window tips, before resting her hands on Divine's shoulders and pushing her gently onto the floor.
"Come on now, it's only a matter of time!" she said, "Better work for those tips while you can."
They rushed onto the floors to the cheers and dreams of big tits lovers everywhere, GIganta leaning over to her boss, subtly questioning. "...You are going to take it easy for her first delivery right?" she asked.
"I'm not a damn Genie, I don't summon calls at will." Orders declared as the phone suddenly rang, and she didn't answer it. "......that's unrelated." She said straight-faced as Giganta smiled, but still Orders didn't pick up the phone. It eventually stopped ringing, and then 10 minutes later it rang again, her hand slowly reaching for it.
Time: 9:08 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"The... Divine... dim sum?"
"An order of Divine Dim Sum, anything else?"
"Delivered by... Divine? Did I do that right?"
"Yes. Very well, we expect her back within 60 minutes or less or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of the delivery. Name and address please."
Meanwhile.
"Divine got one, go get her." Orders ordered, finishing off the receipt and tearing it off as Giganta lumbered out onto the floor, and after a moment returned with Divine... her bra straps now adorned with crisp bills like a feather collar fringe. It was officially more money than she's ever seen in her life... and she was only out there for ten minutes!
She grabbed them by the fistful and put them on the counter. "...How much of that is mine?" she asked hesitantly as Orders added casually.
"90 percent." Orders replied.
"90 percent!?" repeated Divine before the receipt was suddenly stuffed into her tightly packed cleavage.
"We only take a portion of your tips, but take a bigger cut of your delivery. Now get to it." she said as Divine checked the receipt. She was about to say that the food couldn't be ready yet but it quickly skidded across the counter.
"...How did you make dim sum so quickly?" she asked surprised.... it smelled pretty damn great.
"Don't ask silly questions. Off you go..." Orders waved her hand at the back door as Giganta carefully pushed her outside. Divine stood still for a moment before heading to one of the company cars, getting right in carefully pulling into traffic and driving off into Gotham.
The two weeks spent working for Orders was getting a roof over her head, introducing her to the 'ways and means' of Superbabes, and guiding her around Gotham... so she had a good idea of where to go and it wasn't far from Superbabes itself...
It was a little out of the way apartment, with 'rooms for rent' out, perhaps it was some sort of half-way house or Motel. Still she parked across the street, got out of the car and took a deep breath as she crossed the street, not noticing the stares... she went inside, and double-checked the receipt, looking for the right door, and quickly found it on the right...
She stood in front of it, and took a breath, no going back now... literally, she couldn't go back to Russia, and if she left Orders' employ, an option Orders said she'd be more than happy to help her do She wouldn't have any real prospects going forward except beating the hell out of people in underground fights... or maybe as a hired goon... not something she was looking forward to.
Having a little perverted costume fun honestly seemed the least terrible, and most productive option.
She put the receipt into the bag, raised her gloved fist, and knocked loudly on the door. After a moment, remembered what she was supposed to say just as the door opened "Superbabes!"
Time: 9:18 PM. Place: Old Apartments (Room #101)
"Special delivery-" she glanced at the very... geek-ish... looking young man staring excitedly into her bulging chest. "...Service." she replied, "...Hello." she said, though it came out far more sultrily than she expected.
"Holy abdominals!" he declared excitedly, "Look at those things!" whether he was talking about her chest, or her abs, he seemed more then eager to see them regardless. Taking her by the gloved hand and leading her inside... at first with difficulty before following him in.
Judging by the state of the apartment... it was more like a motel room. Barebones and unassuming. She put the food down in the tiny kitchen as he rushed for the couch. "I have to tell you I wasn't sure the rumors were true." He said, excitedly. "But seeing you in the flesh!" he said excitedly, "Made coming to Gotham worth it!" he gazed at her body as she blinked at him surprised. "Superbabes is the best!"
"...If you say so." she replied casually, standing in front of him, her gloved hands now on her waist as he stared expectantly up at him. "So what do you want me to do?"
He seemed unsure, "I can do whatever I want right?" he asked hesitantly as she blinked her pretty blue eyes.
"...Yes? I suppose... within reason."
"I want you to... take the lead." He said slowly, "A strong strapping woman like you...dominating me."
She stared at him, she was not expecting that. She was expecting weirdos, sex maniacs, cheating husbands... but some tourist virgin looking to be dominated wasn't on her list. So after a moment of unsure silence, she scowled at him... and rolled with it.
"Fine. You depraved pervert. Take off your clothes. Don't make me tell you twice." ...Honestly she was channeling her inner Orders... if anyone was bossy and domineering it was her new boss. "You filthy pervert."
Hey, this was easier than she thought.
The little geek stood up from the couch and began stripping excitedly, removing his shirt and revealing his thin body, once his shirt was off she shoved him onto the couch. "Too slow." She said, sounding annoyed before grabbing at his pants and easily removing them with a quick rough yank. Tugging his pants to his knees and exposing his cock, it wobbled briefly upright as she looked at it. Unsure what to do with it at first before furiously grabbing it with a gloved hand. "
"Ngh!" he trembled excitedly as she stroked her hand up and down, the gloves were surprisingly silky to the touch. She stroked him slowly, gazing at his average cock as she continued her stroking. "Haah... aah..." lying on the couch as she gave him a silky gloved handjob. She watched his tip, unsure if she was doing that good of a job but he seemed to be enjoying himself. "Haah... aaah... k-keep doing that." She blinked at him, before planting her hand to the base of his cock and slapped his tip with the other hand. "Nngh!"
"You don't get to tell me what to do." She said coolly, "Filthy pervert." She declared as his cock twitched in her iron grip. "Shut up and enjoy it." she declared, still stroking him, faster, and faster... watching his face as he moaned, bucking his hips in her hand as she held them down by his waist. Pushing her big breasts towards his cock as she leaned on his lap, holding him down and staring at him.
"Do you like how that feels?" she asked, partially legitimately, and somewhat trying to stay in character. Remembering to scowl.
"Yeah... it feels great." He moaned, bucking his hips and shaking, "I'm gonna cum..." he moaned as she stopped, pulling her hand away as his pre-cum oozed from his tip, sliding down his shaft. "Why did you stop?"
"...You don't get to cum until I tell you too." She said coolly, silkily, her voice had a rather sultry rasp to it, her breasts swelling slightly as she breathed quickly, She looked at his cock, twitching as he slowly removed her right glove, then her left, tantalizingly pulling on one finger until both gloves were removed... and she threw them over her shoulder before standing up...
She unbuckled her belt and pushed down her tight black pants as his cock seemed ready to explode as she revealed her muscular fit body. Finally, she reached for the front of her top, and unclasped her 'bra'. Her breasts exploded outward, wobbling tantalizingly as she slipped it off and stood completely naked over him. She slid over onto him, pushing her big breasts into his face and feeling his cock against her lower body... right between her abdominals.
She rolled her body slowly, flexing her muscles as she rubbed up against him, his pre-cum sticky against her skin. "Haah... mmgh!" he moaned between her soft breasts, obviously the softy part on her body... except maybe her buns of iron that he rested his hands on only for her to take his wrists and pin them on the couch, rolling her hips on him and sliding her silky warm slit along his shaft.
"Haah!" he gasped suddenly, spurting across his stomach as she quickly flexed, lifting herself up and gazing down at him.
"Messy boy." She declared sternly, moving off his body and walking around him to grab some napkins from the bag. She tossed him on him, "Clean yourself up... if you had been a good boy." She said scornfully, "And held it in... I would've done it myself." She extended her tongue, to imply how she would've done that...
And a week or so ago she might have not considered it. But oddly... it was kind of thrilling.
He wiped his cum off his body, throwing them away as she sat down on his lap, feeling him between her ass cheeks. Wiggling on his lap she began grinding back and forth on him. He reached around and grabbed her breasts from behind, she let him squeeze them before grabbing his wrists and pinning them down again to the couch, he twitched between her ass cheeks as she began drooling on his cock... her pussy, it trembled and tingled excitedly for attention as she wiggled on his lap... then raised her body.
No turning back now.
She felt his tip against her pussy lips and dropped down suddenly on him. "Ugh!" he groaned as her insides clenched tightly around him, raising and falling quickly on his lap.
"Haah... Ah! Aahh..." she gasped, shaking on his body. "Don't you cum... until I'm done!" she gasped, moaning erotically and not helping him hold it in with her cries of pleasure and tight muscled body. Slamming her hip down onto him she threw her head back. "Haah... aah... MMn!" gyrating and writhing on him, slowly building herself up to her own release...
She was enjoying herself far more than expected, and her tensing muscles and flexing body were a prime example of that, she clenched her teeth and fell forward, hands on the floor as she raised her ass up and dropped it down hard. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
If she was actually Divine she might have crushed his pelvis... but she wasn't, so she just left him bruised. "Aah! Aah!! HAAAH!!" she threw her lower body down and convulsed, shaking in pleasure as she grit her teeth tightly... none of her exes ever managed to do that to her... granted they were not the best examples of men in east asia, but still... "MMmgh!" she rolled her hips, her ass cheeks clenching as she threw herself back up onto him, sitting on his lap as she stood up, and quickly turned around before sliding immediately back onto him and his hard cock, feeling him between her ass cheeks as she smothered him in tits.
"...Good boy..." she growled, "I'll reward you now..." she said firmly, already sliding herself back onto him, practically suffocating him with her breasts... what a way to go. Her lower body rose up and down, thundering onto him as she rolled her hips. "Haa... aah! You nasty boy. You worthless limp dick twerp." She growled, feeling him happily twitching inside her, his hands resting on her ass and squeezing desperately. "You better cum... you better shoot that hot fucking load. You better do it quick!" she whispered, "Do it. Do it before I lose interest!"
He moaned happily in between her tits, her hips dropping down and feeling him on the very edge of release, she dropped her ass on him... then yanked herself off seconds before he exploded and shot a gusher of semen into the air to land on her ass cheeks and back, he bucked his hips up against her but her powerful body kept him down on the couch.
"I lost interest..." she said rather dramatically, as he shot another rope out of his cock onto her back. "Oh!" she gasped, feeling the heat of his semen on her back... making her pussy ache for more. "Hmph..." she scoffed then slid from his face, down his body... then flopped onto the floor, resting her tits on his lap, and his cock between them. She slid forward, and back, feeling him throb and twitch between her breasts, and she grabbed them, squeezing them together and slowly tit fucking him...
Her big soft breasts wrapped tightly around his cock, sliding up and down feeling him twitching and watching he moan contentedly as she glared at him. "Filthy pervert... do you like how my tits feel around you?" she scoffed, squeezing tighter around him and moving faster. Feeling his cum ooze down her back, sliding over her ass cheeks onto her feet as his pre-cum began to leak again between her chest... pre-cum oozing from her cleavage onto her breasts.
"You can barely last five minutes between my breasts! What a worthless little human you are... succumb to my superior Kryptonian tits!"
Where did that cum from? She's really getting into this... pushing her tits firmly together, she rapidly jacked them up and down on his lap, slapping them around his cock, slick with his pre-cum. Scowling at him, looking him dead in the eyes... before feeling his hot load shoot from between her breasts. "Ah!... how dare you cum on my face." she scowled coldly. His cum spraying from her tits, a rope streaking across her face like a fresh scar, her chin... and then her breasts, coated with his load as he gasped happily. Shaking in orgasm as she let her tits go...
"...That was awesome..." he moaned a she grabbed his cock and began stroking again.
"Are you not going to get hard again? Worthless human." She scowled at him, feeling him twitch... but she had drained him dry... poor guy. Couldn't even go the whole hour... 45 minutes, but not the hour. Still... she stood up, grabbed his geeky face, then threw him onto the couch... before turning around and sitting on his face. "MMgh!" kissing his upper lips to her lower ones she grabbed his cock and began stroking it furiously...
She licked her lips, feeling his tongue experimentally probe her pussy as she wiggled on his lap. "I order you to get hard and cum again! Worthless... little... SHIT..." she sneered softly. "Ah... Ahhh!" she gasped, opening her mouth watching him valiantly get harder from her teasing, rubbing his tip with her other hand as she fapped away. "Almost there..." feeling his pre-cum. "Almost! There! YES..." she snarled and made him cum as his body went limp. She then stood up... and glanced down at him hesitantly... maybe she pushed it too much.
He moaned a little happily, pumping the last drops of cum from his tip... and moaning as it raked across his body. She pulled her hand away and gave it a dismissive flick, tossing his cum from her hand and onto him, glancing down at his body, placing her hands on her ass of iron... it was already sticky so it didn't matter. "...Now you're done..." she declared, before walking away... a little faster than necessary as she didn't want to burst out laughing.
She made her way to the bathroom, valiantly fighting off the fit of giggles that was welling up inside her. She almost completely forgot that she expected everything to end horribly... but she rushed quickly into the shower, and washed off the sticky loads of cum on her body, using the cheap soap that evidently came with the room.
Her first delivery and she was already doing the Superbabes shower thing without even realizing it... that just naturally happens with all Superbabes. She soaked her dark hair and brushed the water from her body. Stepping out of the shower and drying off... heading back into the main room to find him still on the couch and sticky...
She let him rest, quickly redressing in her costume... snapping on her gloves, and her top, cramming her big breasts into the cups as she snapped the clasp up front. Before she leaned over and shook him awake. "...Hey... I need the money for the delivery." She said softly, almost shyly... completely different from the domineering tough girl he asked for. He got up and wobbled awkwardly away, heading into the bedroom and returning with a stack of fresh notes, from a Star City bank judging from the strap around it. Tightly in her grip, she nodded... "Order again..." she said as he grinned stupidly at her, but she smirked and walked out of the room...
Done. Done and nothing bad happened... she even had FUN!... it was thrilling. It was exciting. She walked out of the building and towards the car, seconds before a scraggly man suddenly approached her with a knife. "Give me your money!" he ordered...
But that's all he managed to get out. Like a CANNONBALL fired at point blank her free hand lunged forward and SMASHED his face... his nose was destroyed, his eyes were cross and the knife fell from his hand as he topped backward with a crash, every orifice of his face was bleeding. She stared at him, a little shocked... but her reflexes were still pretty good, she then ignored the attempted mugger and she quickly got in the car...
"It's Gotham..." she said to herself, "IT IS GOTHAM..." she repeated, like a mantra, pulling into traffic as somebody called the cops...
Time: 10:21 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Congratulations!" the girls cheered, Giganta and Power Girl holding up the happy first time banner as Divine returned, briefly taken aback as the girls cheered, clapped, and then patted her on her powerful back as she went right up to Orders and put the money on the counter.
"...Good work." She said, slipping the money under the counter before standing up. "My office Please, Xue." She said as Ronnie-Bell began rolling up the banner.
Divine, real name Xue, followed Orders into her office as she shut the door, opening a drawer, and handing her an envelope. "Here, your papers." Orders said as Xue took the envelope, quickly opened it, and checked inside to her awe.
There was her name, Xue Sokolov, right there on a birth certificate, there was a social security number and a driver's license, everything an immigrant like her needed to survive in America. "I can not believe you got these..." she breathed.
"The tough part was getting you registered in the system... but what's the point of having a gynoid if she can't hack, right?" Orders replied conversationally, "My underworld connections did the rest, well, that and Veronica handling your taxes..."
"...Starfire? That Veronica?" Xue asked nervously as Orders sighed.
"You're new, you'll learn." Orders replied, "If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask, if you need help ask anyone. If you need any money, ask someone else." She noted as Xue smiled nervously, but nodded.
"Yes Ma'am." She said, as Orders opened her office.
"Now take your break. You need it... You're going to have a long career here... and considering you're a 'clone' of one our most popular babes... you're going to be busy." She returned to her counter as Xue went to go put her new life in her locker, returning to find a cut of her delivery on the counter. She took it, joining Sierra, and Leslie at the poker table... but not before Veronica hit her with a surprise motorboating.
"...She's going to fit right in." Orders noted, then went back to her crosswords.
End
So that's what Orders was up to in the last chapter.