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"I feel silly..." said Batwoman, her luxurious red hair topped with a cowboy Stetson hat, wearing flannel and tight jean shorts on her dancer's ass and cowgirl boots. They're like cowboy boots, only with heels.
"Trust me Sugar you look good." Said big sexy Giganta, dressed in a similar manner only she was wearing custom jeans, cowboy boots and a hat. Giganta was originally from Smallville after all before moving to Metropolis for the doctors. She was a farmgirl at heart.
"You both look DAMN good!" cheered Supergirl (II) looking like the very definition of 'patriotic cowgirl'. Wearing tight, TIGHT blue shorts showing off the shape of her ass just as well as Batwoman and her dancer's ass in jean shorts. However, naturally, what was more eye-catching about the buxom blonde was her patriotic cowgirl boots, matching patriotic cowgirl Stetson hat, and a buttoned-up flag shirt with the top two buttons, unbuttoned for the comfort of her big and iconic Double D's... and to the joy and slight discomfort of everyone else who saw her.
Everyone loves big tits, but Jeans aren't great for erections.
"I'm having a tough time believing there's actually a cowboy bar in Gotham." Declared Huntress, who wasn't wearing a cowboy hat, dressed similarly to Batwoman but she also looked like a farmgirl fresh off the truck and ready to fu-
"Uh Huh!" Supergirl smiled happily at them. "Like Irish pubs girls, there are cowboy bars EVERYWHERE." She declared smiling proudly as they approached the Saddle Sore, a cowboy bar with line dancing on weekdays. "Thanks for coming along with me. I'm so TIRED of getting hit on." She added conversationally. "With girlfriends around me, there won't be too many wandering hands and jerky pick-up jack-offs who like the hat."
It is a sexy hat. Guys like cowboy hats on girls... Fact.
"You won't have that problem with Ronnie-Bell here." Said Huntress, patting the arm of the sexy wall of muscle beside her who smiled at her before she winked at a couple of awed leaving drunken cowboys gaping at her size. Before one of them tripped over his own feet, and probably his tongue. "...So what did you two do with Sean?" she asked curiously. It was rare that Giganta and Batwoman were both off work at the same time at night. One was usually needed to watch their 'little brother' Sean, while the other worked at Superbabes.
It was just accepted at this point that Batwoman's brother Sean was all but legally also Giganta's little brother.
"Darcy's watching him for us.." replied Batwoman as they walked into the cowboy bar, a live band on stage and a massive dance floor, a bunch of cowboys and cowgirls drunkenly dancing all in sync. But the ones that weren't dancing were checking out the sexy cowgirls who just walked in and went right up to an empty table.
"Well welcome to Saddle Sore ladies." Smiled Supergirl fondly as they all took a seat around the table. "Whenever you want to have a go on the floor Ciara you just let me know." Superbabes' resident professional dancer was once again branching out into a new style, she was running out of the culturally relevant ones to master in record time and Supergirl wanted to have girlfriends go with her to a cowboy bar. It just felt like home to the Texas native.
"I got to ask though…" Huntress began, smiling at Supergirl. "What possessed you to dress like a patriotic stripper?" Supergirl didn't even look offended by Huntress's playful remark.
"I'll have you know this outfit won me Miss El Paso… AND I didn't even have to sleep with one of the judges." She added matter of factly, as if more proud of the fact that she didn't have to sleep with a judge over than actually winning a beauty pageant.
"I'm just saying if you didn't want to be hit on maybe don't dress like you'd be proud to suck dicks for America."
Giganta couldn't help but laugh, Batwoman was unflinchingly polite about not laughing, she was more focused on the dance moves on the floor, her feet sneakily moving under the table as if already memorizing everything she had to do. Supergirl to her credit took it in stride, she liked Huntress it was one of the reasons she invited her. Even if she was only here to crack jokes about her patriotic pride, her sense of style, or how many urban cowboys there were here.
"I'll have you know that if Uncle Sam called on me to suck off the troops, I'd do it." Supergirl replied straight-faced which got Huntress almost snorting adorably with laughter. Batwoman managed to stop being a dancing paramour for a minute to giggle at the absurdity of it. "It's good for morale. NOW Should we get drinks first or straight into the fun part?"
"I'm going to need at least a beer before I start trying to line dance." Huntress smiled as Giganta chuckled herself.
"I'm going to need at least four… or a small mop bucket." She added as Supergirl stood up from the table and winked at Giganta.
"Three beers and a mop bucket coming up. I'll just go talk to the bartender, he likes my girls." She added with a wink, and a 'jiggle' before Huntress absently, and accurately, replied.
"Who doesn't?" Batwoman chuckled at her remark and the Big Titty Texan walked right up to the counter, an older man with a gut and a serious biker beard and vibe smiled at her.
"If it aint my fellow Texan." He declared with a surprisingly accurate drawl, which implied truth to his texan authenticity "Be right with you, I'm short-handed tonight."
"It can wait Bubba, a just send a bottle of Lone Star and some glasses to my table over there huh?" he chanced a glance at the table before cocking a large furry caterpillar of an eyebrow that almost seemed to crawl up over his bald head. Quite a pack of beauties Supergirl brought to his themed bar.
"The one with the giant redhead?"
"That's the one." Replied Supergirl smiling, as he whistled impressed at the sight.
"Sit your purty rear on that stool I'll be right back." He said as she sat down and rested her magnificent double 'D's on the counter and waited as he went to get her beer and glasses.
"Hey there purdy lady." She immediately sighed, "Hows about you and I mosey on down to-"
"Yeah. No. you can stop. Your accent is terrible." She replied, the guy was far too drunk to even TRY a passible accent at the best of times, and trying to pass it off on the real deal was always just as irritating as you think it would be. "I have plans tonight." She said as Bubba returned with a tray for her a clear and tall bottle with a Lone Star on the sticker in the center. "Thanks bubba-HEY!" she snapped as he grabbed at her ass. "Look don't touch." She said coldly as he breathed his beer breath heavily on her… the guy definitely had too many.
"You can have plans with us." He said, grabbing her wrist as she tried to yank her hand free... he was stronger than he looked. "And have a drink, you'll feel more inclined to party."
"Let go!" she repeated, "I'm not interested, I already have plans." She said, before looking over his shoulder. "With her."
The urban cowboy turned around, then, realizing he was staring at a muscular waist, he looked up into Giganta's scowling but attractive face. "Hey Sugar." she cooed. Then she grabbed his face with her huge right hand and easily hurled him away into the middle of the floor. The bar went quiet, the band stopped playing, and Bubba warningly shouted.
"Hey! Don't you start any shit!" but Urban Cowboy had friends, just as drunk and equally as horny, half a dozen of them in fact.
"Thank you." Smiled Supergirl, putting down the drinks on the table as the guy got up from the floor, "Take your fake accent and go on home hon, you're drunk." She added as he quickly said with a far more believable Gotham accent.
"Your accent is as fake as mine."
"Ah FUCK." Hissed Bubba tiredly as Supergirl stared blankly ahead, then grabbed the bottle of Lone Star and brought the true unbridled anger of a True Texan born woman by smashing it on his shoulder and proceeding to beat him AND his ugly friends with Giganta soon joining in and giving her a hand. On or off the clock it was Giganta's job to protect the girls. She had to ensure Supergirl didn't… well, scar herself at least. She could do a good job of it…
But the Cops still had to be called.
…
"Think Ciara's angry with me?" sighed Supergirl, several hours later and slumping in lockup next to a woman brought in from the Old Gotham Red Light District for Prostitution.
"Honey, you had a right to defend your honor." She said sassily, absently filling her manicured nails. "I think those pansy fake bitches got off easy."
"Hey!" One of the 'fake bitches' declared indignantly, but considering his handlebar mustache was fake, he didn't have the moral high ground here.
"Thanks for your support Roxxxi with an 'I' and three 'Xs', but I was talking to my big friend, here." Supergirl replied sadly as the big Girl took one of the benches all to herself… wisely the guys in the nearby cell, the same guys she beat the crap out of before the cops got there and saved them from her, gave her a wide birth but some of the girls in their cell were just as concerned.
"Unless it's her former stepfather, Ciara's not one to hold a grudge." She then eyed Supergirl seriously, "Besides, Ciara isn't the one you need to be worried about."
"What do you-Ah SHIT." She hissed hesitantly, and suddenly looked far more concerned about her future than she HAD been as a Regularly Handsome and first younger brother of Rebecca 'Big Barda' Smulders: Officer Alan Smulders approached the holding cells.
"Ms. Nash. Ms. Williams." Declared Regularly Handsome Officer Alan Smulders, "…Your bail has been paid for. You're free to go." He said plainly as the two sexy off-duty Superbabes got off their seats.
"See you around Roxxxi." Supergirl replied forlornly, not at the loss of her new friend who waved playfully back at her as they walked out… but because who was waiting for them once they got out away from the holding cells.
"See you, honey."
The girls followed Officer Alan Smulders out of holding and to the front of the police station. Where, of course, Orders was waiting… standing there with Darcy, who blinked at Supergirl and Giganta with a look on her face that said. 'I'm not Angry that I had to spend money to get you out of jail.'
…But it's Orders… so at the very least, she was angry at Supergirl. She still took tremendous willpower to AMAZINGLY not look it.
"…Hang on aren't you my Sister's boss?" Alan asked skeptically as Orders turned her purple-eyed gaze onto him.
"I'm also technically dating your Superior Brother." Orders replied as his gaze narrowed at her.
"…You mean my older brother?"
"I know what I said, Alan." Orders replied dismissively, "Let's go ladies." She said, gesturing them to follow her as Giganta followed after her Supergirl winked at the third Smulders brother before quickly becoming MUCH gloomier as they exited the police station and to Orders' car… and Giganta's bike being driven by Grace. Smiling at the big girl with a wave, the big redhead smiled back.
"Thanks Grace." She said, swinging her huge leg over the seat as Grace went to Orders car, Darcy getting into the driver's seat, and Grace sat in the passenger seat.
"Good work Ronnie-Bell." Orders noted as the big woman waved and drove off, before addressing Supergirl "In the back." Orders said with the voice like a whip crack… unlike her face which again, said 'I'm not Angry that I had to spend money to get you out of jail'… her tone felt significantly different… along the lines of- 'You made me spend MONEY to get you out of jail. You OWE me.'... and it was confirmed once they were all in the car.
"You made me spend MONEY to get you out of jail. You OWE me." She declared coolly as Supergirl sighed.
"What do I have to do?" she mumbled dejectedly as Orders replied crisply.
"Entertain the troops." She said casually.
"Wait. What?" Supergirl replied curiously as Orders crossed her legs, and Supergirl realized Darcy wasn't driving them back to Superbabes. "Where are we going?"
"We need to get something from your apartment." Replied Orders, "And then we'll be back in time to send you off to the fun little bachelor party you'll be taking over for Wonder Girl."
"What?" Supergirl blinked but Orders seemed to stare into her soul.
"There will be a lucrative party tonight, and my options were to send YOU for maximum profit with minimal issues. Or send Wonder Girl for Maximum profit and extensive legal trouble. I'll go with the former, thank you."
"…Extensive legal trouble?"
"Apparently Helen would've beaten the shit out of a couple of the guys that are going to be there." Grace said informatively, "…Orders deduced it was just cheaper to bail you out of jail and have you owe her."
"…Sneaky, fucking, mangy…" mumbled Supergirl irately, crossing her arms under her big double Ds as Orders made no response, 'tricked' or not, Orders still decided to bail her out, she could've just let her rot in Jail being looked over by Rebecca's 4th most handsome brother. "FINE. What exactly am I getting from my apartment?" she asked sarcastically as Orders looked at her.
"…Patriotic Stripper." She said cryptically, and Supergirl stared at her then sighed before replying irately as Darcy closed in on her apartment.
"Okay. I KNOW what you're talking about, but would it kill you to just say it?"
"And spoil the surprise? That's no fun." Replied Orders, leaving Supergirl very confused.
…
An hour later Orders and Supergirl returned to Superbabes, the buxom Double D blonde, still in her patriotic cowgirl stripper clothes, heading into the locker rooms to change before anyone could comment including Big Barda, whom Orders quickly intercepted with a quick "Officer Alan Smulders says Hi."
"I doubt it." Smiled Big Barda as Orders sat in her chair, turning deliveries back on and waiting as Supergirl wiggled out of the locker rooms now in costume. "Did Alan say Hi?" smiled Big Barda jokingly as Supergirl sighed.
"Not really." She replied lazily as Big Barda scoffed.
"Then I'm going to have to slap him. He shouldn't be rude."
"As humorous as that is, we have more important things to do tonight. Like-"
"Making you money." The girls replied in almost harmonious sync as Orders' normally grim lips almost twitched upward into a smile.
"Doing me proud girls." She said, before reaching for the phone as it rang.
Time: 10:34 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
RING-Click
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Hello, hello! I heard that if we order food-"
"Yes. A very attractive and friendly young lady will come with it."
"That Wonder Girl on your website-"
"Ah. Unfortunately, she had to take an early night. Luckily I have an excellent substitute already. How many orders of Supergirl Club sandwiches would you like?"
"Uh… I… what? Um… I guess 10?"
"Very well, we expect her back within 60 minutes or less or your Military Police Force will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address please."
"Hang on how did you-"
"Don't ask unimportant questions. Name and address please."
Meanwhile
"Out you go." Orders said, hanging up the phone and ripping off the receipt, handing it to Supergirl as she took it, glancing it over and raising an eyebrow at it before looking at Orders.
"…Isn't this close to the Gotham Army Base?"
"What of entertain the troops didn't you get?" Orders replied as Wonder Girl, who was still working tonight blinked at the address as she came back from a delivery herself.
"Oh yeah. That's like right next door, it's a gathering hall for parties and things." She said conversationally. "Got some soldier boys tonight huh?"
"…Apparently." Supergirl replied.
"I thought you were off tonight." Wonder Girl added as she put her cash on the counter and Orders began sorting it.
"…Yeah well, I'm sure we're all full of surprises tonight." She added as a big box stuffed with Supergirl Club Sandwiches slid across the counter. The top of the box was stamped with a sexy Vixen and her magnificent ass, holding a Superbabes branded bag… it was advertising inception. "Alright, I'll be back in an hour." She replied, carrying the box outside to the company car and putting the box in the backseat before sliding into the driver's seat, pulling out into Gotham traffic, and heading off into the night.
Gotham probably wasn't exactly a 'strategic' location for an army base in the global sense… but considering the number of times the National Guard needed to be called on account of psychotic clown, it just seemed to be a good idea to have.
She wasn't actually going onto the base though, she was going to a nearby location called The Kane building, according to Wonder Girl it was used for gatherings and parties. No military ID required to enter… there were a few cars in the lot, most of them had Military plates, but she pulled right up into the lot, close to the entrance of the building, and parked the car.
Getting out and grabbed the food and strutted in her red Supergirl boots right to the double doors, solid oak from the look of it. She shifted the food box onto one arm, and pressed it against her big double Ds before she raised her other fist, and knocked loudly
"Superbabes."
Time 11:06 PM. Place: Gotham Army Base (The Kane Building)
"Special Delivery Service." She declared, and waited less than a minute for the door to pop open revealing a blonde, muscular military jarhead in a tank top and camo pants holding a red solo cup in his right hand and showing off the US army tattoo on his upper bicep.
"Oh great! You're here early."
"Early?" she replied with a smile, "…You ordered me you know."
"I know. And you're early. Quick before someone sees you." He said as he pulled her inside, taking the box from her hands as she danced into the empty hallway, and led into the main hall with a collection of 6 folding tables and several folding chairs pressed together into one large table set together like an extended model catwalk in front of a moderately large theater stage.
But clearly, they weren't going to use it for eating because there was another couple of tables in the corner of the room set with coolers and food, and he promptly added the Superbabes box to it, opening it up to reveal the neatly packed club sandwiches. "…Is it just you here?" she asked curiously as he repeated himself.
"I told you. You're early." He replied, "They haven't gotten here yet, they're finishing up the pub crawl." He said, "They'll be here soon so get behind the curtain." He pointed to the stage proper, the curtains slightly drawn to reveal a small little hole in the middle for an undisturbed exit and entrance.
"Soldier Boy, what do you think I'm here for?" she replied calmly as he quickly replied.
"Our stripper had to cancel." He said casually as her eyes widened in surprise. But at least now she knew why she had to go to her apartment and get extra 'equipment' for this job… and considering this is a 'military' event, it makes even more sense. "And I know a guy who knows a guy, who has a brother who ordered a Superbabe. I wanted to get the one that looks like Hellbound Helen, but she's apparently busy…" He took her by the hand and guided her to the stage before grabbing her by her curvy waist, and lifting her onto the stage.
"Oh!" she gasped as he drummed her rear with his hands pushing her to the curtain. As he reached into his pocket and checked his phone.
"Shit they're right outside, quick! Come out when you hear the music!" he said, moving to a small boombox plugged into the speakers.
Supergirl skipped quickly to the curtain, before she declared practically, "By the way your clock is still running." She said as he hesitated, thinking about what she said before replying.
"What?"
"You only have me for the hour." She declared with a 'sorry-not sorry' smile. Slipping into the darkness and waiting just a few minutes before the cheers and howls of rowdy military boys suddenly filled the room, she chanced a stealthy peek through the crack of the curtains to see a dozen or so military guys from all branches, Army, Navy, Air Force, gathered around a rather youthful soldier with a paper crown around his head and a reddened face from who knows how many drinks, leading him to the far end of the 'catwalk' of tables and forcing him to sit before many of them began taking the various seats around the catwalk.
"Alright Joey, we got one more 'event' planned tonight!" declared the Jarhead, standing at the boombox, "Here's to our Joey getting hitched!" he then pushed the button.
'I am a real American, fight for the rights of everyman-' the music began as she rolled her eyes. Seems to be a theme tonight. She put on her prettiest Miss El Paso smile, hooked her fingers in the curtains, and threw them further open as she strutted out to the music and the hooting cheers of the boys (mostly) in uniform.
Step-Step-Step one foot in front of the other, a smile on her beautiful face and her hands on her shapely hips as she began strutting on the catwalk to the hooting boys as they tried to gaze up her skirt. She ignored all of them and strutted to the lucky groom and bent over, pushing her double Ds together with her biceps as she rested her hands on her knees and smiled.
"Hey there handsome, getting married?" He gazed at her with a goofy drunken grin on her face as the other guys whistled and hooted. "Well here's to your future marriage." She declared, standing up straight and hooking her fingers under the top half of her supergirl suit and yanked it up and over her short-haired head. To a riotous approval of the rest of the guys… because she was wearing a sling-Usa-patterned bikini. The 'extra equipment' Orders had her put on for this. It STRETCHED over her big double Ds as the hoots increased further. She tossed the top carelessly over her should back towards the stage before pushing down his skirt, revealing the high riding though and pussy hugging crotch before she then kicked her skirt onto 'Joey's' face as they all laughed and watched as she began wiggling and shaking her body, her breasts bouncing side to side as she jiggled distractingly.
"Truth, Justice, and the American way!"
"I thought that was Superman?"
"Who cares? Shake it, girl!"
The soldier boys cheered as she twirled on one foot. Playfully popping her hips with each step along one side of the 'catwalk' and then back down the other towards the lucky groom, channeling her inner Brielle and Ciara… Brielle for the Stripper and Ciara for the Dancer. But she grabbed her Patriotic swimsuit, her hands grabbing the stretched straps, hooking over her breasts and shoulders, front and back, before yanking them up so they rode further up into her pussy and between her ass cheeks to raucous approval.
In the center of the stage she dropped to her knees and flexibly leaned back, arching her back and pushing her tits upward to the hooting and cheering, then someone tossed a dollar bill between her breasts, and she caught the guy's movement out of the corner of her eye, so she rolled over onto her stomach before crawling across the catwalk like Kitty Katie on a stripper stage to smile at him and shake her big double Ds between her arms as they bounced about, giving the boys behind her a show by wagging her ass, giving the lucky sailor attention.
And seeing as tippers get the strippers, most of them started pulling out bills because BIGGER tippers get the strippers first…
"Oooh!" she giggled as the guys tossed the majority of their wallets onto her gyrating and writhing body as she took a fistful and slid it all over her body like a loofa, before letting the pile drop to the tables and grabbing at the straps of her sling bikini and pulled them apart and letting her big firm double ds bounce free, running her hands over them, lifting them up and bouncing them in her hands before picking a lucky marine whom she happened to notice had tossed a twenty on her ass and pulled him into her chest for a motorboating.
"Oooooooh!!" they cheered delightedly as she pulled him forward, and playfully kicked him away back into his seat to raucous laughter and she crawled away, doing the splits briefly and shaking her ass… which admittedly wasn't an impressive sight to shake compared to other such booty-ful Superbabes but it was still sexy. Crawling across the table back towards Joey, arching her back again, pushing out her chest and pushing her tits together with her upper arms as she pouted.
"Looks like somebody isn't having fun…" she cooed sitting on the edge of the catwalk, before sliding off and grabbing at her bikini again and pulling it fully off her body… leaving herself only in her boots, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his head and pulling him into her chest. Shaking her torso and bouncing her breasts against his face, gyrating on his lap as if she were riding a mechanical bull… "Whoo-hoo!" she cheered tossing one hand high behind her as she kept trying to smoother him in tits…
What a way to go.
The crowd hooted and hollered as she wiggled on his lap, feeling his obvious erection as she popped off his lap, thrusting her ass behind her and bouncing it against the catwalk table as the crowed wolf-whistled, Joey's face still in her chest as she stood up, turned around, and tossed her shoulder length blonde hair as she wiggled her ass in his face. Sitting on his lap once more, and giving him a lapdance as the crowd cheered again. Grinding her cowgirl ass on his lap as she rested her hands on the back of her head and shook her breasts for the drunken and easily satisfied crowd…
She then threw herself forward, rested her hands on the tables, and began slowly crawling down the catwalk, grabbing her tossed shirt between her teeth, pushing her hands across the table, and gathering up their bill before crawling halfway past the curtains, her ass sticking out back towards the crowd as she gave them one last shimmy and disappeared to their cheers.
"Let's hear it for Superbabes!" cheered the guy that she assumed was the best man as she shut the curtain. "And here's to Joey and Irina! Let's not tell her about tonight!" there was a raucous cheer as Supergirl made herself scarce behind the curtain and sighed gathering up the bills that the drunken military boys had tossed to her as tips. She absently fingered through the neat stack of tips, "…Huh." She noted, realizing that they had paid her more in tips than the delivery itself… and they STILL owed her for the delivery.
"…This wasn't so bad, I don't know what Orders was so worried about-"
"HEY! WHAT IN THE SAM HELL ARE YOU DEGENERATES DOING?!" shouted someone in an excellent drill sergeant voice. "ARE YOU HAVING AN UNSCHEDULED PARTY IN THE KANE HALL WITHOUT PERMISSION?! GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF HERE BEFORE I SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR UP IT YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY NEW LOAFERS!"
"Oh shit!" hissed Supergirl in surprise as a drill sergeant straight out of Full Steel Jacket entered the hall with a pair of MPs…
"…SCATTER!" shouted the best man as he grabbed Joey and quickly rushed out of the hallway as the rest of the crowd did so as well.
"GET YOUR SKINNY ASSES BACK HERE! RODRIGEZ! POLT! STAY HERE IN CASE THEY COME BACK! I'LL CALL FOR BACKUP!" declared the sergeant before rushing off after the biggest crowd, shouting angrily into a walkie talkie as the two MPs watched him go.
"Yes sir." They said and soon the hall was empty, and they were all alone.
"…Do you think the sarge has a volume setting lower than eleven?" asked Polt, a husky Caucasian guy, she knew he was Polt because that's what it said on his uniform. The other Military Police officer also had his name emblazoned on his uniform.
"Probably not." Said Rodrigez who oddly was also a rather pasty guy, only unlike Polt who was blonde, he had red hair. He approached the table full of food and drinks. "You know, because he's the sarge."
Supergirl then remembered that Helen was originally supposed to come… and beat the hell out of a couple of guys. "Oh shit." She mumbled, deciding to ere on the side of caution and make a run for it… only there was one small problem. "...OH SHIT." She hissed as she realized that her bikini AND her skirt were both in full view… and technically so was she. There was no way a half-naked sweet piece of ass like her was going to be able to sneak out without being noticed!
Polt absently grabbed a beer, "…Want one?"
"Yeah." Grinned Rodrigez, "It would be a shame to let all this food go to waste right?" he replied as they clinked their opened and chilled beer bottles. "Nice spread too." He said as Supergirl glanced from the curtains, spying her sling bikini at the edge of the table… her skirt was thankfully closer. Maybe she just had to wait for them to not be paying attention and just sneak across to grab it. "What do we got here? Club sandwiches?" he said as he and Polt checked the open box. Each taking a sandwich and having a bite.
"Oh damn… these are actually really good. I was going to ask who brings club sandwiches to a bachelor party but these are awesome. I wonder where they're from?"
Rodrigez closed the box. "…Looks like… Superbabes?" he blinked, then suddenly turned as Polt opened the box again and ate another sandwich.
…And it happened quickly, he looked around, and saw the bikini, and the skirt. "Shit." Hissed Supergirl as he approached.
"What's up?" Polt asked, mouth full of club sandwich as Rodrigez picked up the bikini with his finger, then grabbed the skirt. "…Oh man did those guys get a stripper? They went the whole hog huh?... what's up?" he asked as Rodrigez got a look on his face, and looked directly at the curtain.
"…Anyone up there?" he asked suspiciously as Supergirl sighed.
"…No shit?"
"Come on man. I'm holding a bikini and a SKIRT. Unless there's a girl running around half naked I'm pretty sure she's still here."
Well, now she had to bite the bullet-shit, bad choice of words they had guns. "…Well aren't you smart?" she said coyly, sticking her head out to look at them as Polt dropped what was left of his sandwich to go for his gun. "WHOA! Hey… don't shoot." She said, "I'm not armed.
"Polt, keep it in your holster man." Rodrigez said bluntly as Polt coughed, and pulled his hand away, going for a new sandwich.
"Sorry, reflex." He mumbled as Supergirl waved her hand.
"Uh huh, that's great, how about you give me the skirt?" Rodrigez tossed the skirt out and onto the theater stage as she reached out, grabbed it, and yanked it on before stepping out of the curtains. Strutting down the catwalk as Rodrigez stared up at her, a grin increasingly stretching across his face as she stood over him. "…So are we going to have a problem?" She asked playfully, ignoring the fact that he could technically see up her skirt if he wanted to. To be fair she didn't care if people saw her naked she had sex for a living, it comes with the territory. But running out buck ass naked, for free, was not how her mama raised her...
Shit now she's starting to think like Orders.
"…I heard." He said, eyeing Polt for a second who was stuffing his mouth with another sandwich. "That Superbabes has something of a… special service?" he asked as she rolled her eyes. "…How about you give me a taste of that, and we don't slap the handcuffs on you?"
"Ugh." She rolled her eyes, "Seriously?" she replied with a smirk, "Just ASK if I'll suck your dick to get out of an arrest." She said dropping down off the table and grabbing her sling-bikini and waving it slightly like a flag it represented. "This ain't my first rodeo." She replied, before getting down on her knees.
"Hey man, hold on you can't be serious." Polt said, but watched silently as Supergirl unzipped Rodrigez's pants, and extracted his cock towards her perky cock-sucking lips.
"Oh fuck…" Rodrigez hissed as Supergirl's lips slid over his cock and began loudly slurping.
"Mmn! Mmn-hmnn…" Let's be honest it's not the first time she's sucked off a cop to get out of a 'ticket'. Her tongue slithering under his trembling length as it extended erectly into her mouth. Her nose buried itself into his pants over and over as she bobbed her head rapidly up and down.
"Oh shit!" Rodrigez hissed, "Glad to see the Superbabe rumors are true!" he groaned, wrapping his hand on the back of her head, pulling her harder towards his crotch as he bucked into her face. "Oh shit. Oh SHIT! Where did you learn to suck dick like this? From a vacuum!?" She twisted her head as she slid up and down his cock, spiraling her lips and tongue as Polt watched in awe, absently drinking the rest of the beer… but seemingly unable to look away as she felt Rodrigez's pre-cum oozing onto her tongue.
"MMn! MMn! MMn! MMMN!!" she gazed up at Rodrigez who hissed through his teeth as he started shaking and unloading a hot stream of cum into her mouth. "Mmmn…" she practically opened her throat and let the soldier accurately shoot his load into her stomach as she licked him clean… and pulled her lips up his shaft with a wet pop. Her tongue flipped across her lips and she smirked up at him as he groaned.
"Oh fuck…"
"There." She said sweetly, getting back up. "I trust that was worth you looking the other way while I go home?" she said with a smile as he grunted. Slipping his cock back into his pants.
"…Well I guess I can have myself another beer… Polt however might take some convincing." He said, gesturing to his fellow MP who looked suddenly alert and confused.
"Hold up, what?" he blinked between Rodrigez and Supergirl who could only sigh, and rolled her eyes.
"…Alright honey come over here and I'll get you off." Supergirl replied pleasantly.
"Hold up I didn't agree to this." He said, though he didn't sound too convinced himself.
"…Do you not want your dick sucked?" she asked as Polt opened, then closed his mouth, looking confused.
"…No?" he replied confused at his own words. As if the concept of someone offering so casually to suck his dick was mind… blowing.
"Polt, just let her get you off, huh? You know you want to." Replied Rodrigez, "I'm going to go take a piss." He replied as Supergirl frowned at him, but he walked away.
"…Jackass." She mumbled, she just sucked him off after all. He might have been one tongue prodding away from giving her a lemonade mouthwash. She then turned back to Polt who looked confused, but unmoving. "…UGH…" she grabbed his shirt, and threw him in the groom's former chair, before unzipping him.
"H-Hey wait a-MMGH!" she muffled his complaints with tits… a fine strategy. Before hiking her skirt a little and extracting his pudgy cock from his pants and sliding down onto him . "mmmn!" he moaned and his hands soon wrapped around to her ass as he bounced up and down on him.
"AH… AH FUCK…" she moaned, riding him harder, faster… feeling him throbbing inside her, rubbing against her slick insides as she threw herself down onto him. "Nngh! Nngh! AH-AH!!" she gasped, bouncing her ass up and down as she rode him fully clothed, feeling him pulsating inside her as she dropped down onto his body and hissed through her teeth, shaking in orgasm as she got herself off but not Polt. "Oh come on…" she pulled his face from her tits as he gasped for air.
"Bwah!" he breathed as she got up, turned around, and put herself on the table, shaking her ass at him.
"Come on hurry it up." She ordered as Polt glanced at her ass, then his erection… and must have realized that he was in for the penny, might as well start to pound. He got off the chair, and grabbed her hips before lifting her skirt just enough to find her hole again-
WRONG HOLE!
"OH FUCK!!" hissed Supergirl as her ass was stretched and he began furiously thrusting away, "MMN! MMNGH! AARGH…" she growned, shaking as he pounded hard against her ass, spearing into her body as she shuddered in pleasure as he jackhammered away into her bowels.
"Oh what the fuck?" mumbled Rodrigez, returning from his bathroom break as Supergirl howled from her anal ravaging. "Why does he get to fuck? All I got was a suck."
"F-Fuck! Off…!" gasped Supergirl, "Ugh! Ugh! AHhh!" gasping as he pushed down on her back, pressing her big double ds to the table as he pounded away. "Hah! AH! AH! AH!! HAAAAH!" she shuddered and climaxed as Polt pushed into her ass and unloaded a hot wad deep into her body before grabbing her shoulders. Groaning he slowly slid in and out of her… until his flaccid cock popped free. "Oooh… Ah…" she gasped as his hand smacked her ass cheek. "Hmph…" she moaned, pushing down her skirt and grabbing her bikini again as Rodrigez began unzipping.
"Hold up, if Polt gets to stick it in I want a go." Almost childishly in his clear annoyance, BUT unfortunately for him.
"Sorry cowboy, time's up." Declared Supergirl, waving dismissively at him as she grabbed her suit, the money and headed out of the hall before they could stop her. "I got to go." She declared as Rodrigez, apparently forgetting that he said they'd look away if she gave them a quickie, tried to change his mind.
"Hold up you can't leave. We have to detain you." She blinked at him, but flipped him off, opening the front door.
"The hell I do." She replied in her defiantly Texan drawl before heading to the car. Polt and Rodrigez quickly ran after her, but with her middle finger extended and with squealing tires she ripped out of the parking lot and off into Gotham back to Superbabes.
Time: 12:08 AM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
She might have driven a little faster than she intended, but the Gotham Military base and Kane Hall was far gone from her rearview. Parking in the lot and getting out, strutting inside quickly to find Orders waiting for her, slapping the stack of bills On the counter. "…How did you get 'Maximum Profit' when those assholes ran off?" she asked indignantly as Orders raised an eyebrow at her, before her hand clawed the money towards her and she began sorting it.
"Well they technically paid you more for your half-assed dance-"
"Half-assed?!" she replied indignantly but Orders ignored her and continued.
"Then they would have if you had sex with them all. So it all works out." Orders replied calmly. "…If I had sent Helena off she would've beaten the daylights out of those Military Police officers and then things would have escalated." She replied. "It wasn't worth the legal trouble." She added, "I used all my military clot to get her off when I first hired her, I wouldn't be able to keep her out of jail the second time around." She added as Supergirl scoffed.
"So even you have limits huh?"
"For now, Tina. For now." She noted cryptically, "…Thank you for your service, you can go home." She added as Tina scoffed again and went into the locker rooms to change.
"…You're lucky I'm a patriot or I might be offended." Replied Tina crisply as Orders chuckled, counting her money and slipping it under the counter as she soon walked out again, tapping her toes on the floor so her cowgirl boots were secured. "…So we're even?" she asked as Orders scowled at her.
"…I'm not bailing you out the next time you get arrested." She declared, which seemed to imply that, yes, they were even… however Tina smirked at her boss.
"Well, that depends if you can make you money or not at the time, right?"
"…She's got you there boss." Rebecca grinned as Orders was noticeably silent. Tina winked a deep blue eye at her.
"…This aint my first rodeo, Orders." She replied Knowingly before turning on her cowgirl boots, and heading back to her car.
"…Remind me to have you and Ashley hogtie her and throw her into a room with horny fratboys." Orders grumbled irately as Becca smiled.
"Only if I get to dress up in black and wear a handlebar mustache." She joked, Orders just sighed… and put Wonder Girl back on for deliveries.
End.