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"You are going to die."
"Not helping Dee." Grace glowered at her, but the winged woman was merciless in breaking the news to the young blonde supergirl currently sitting on their couch. It wasn't Kathy or Tina, her name was Irina, and she was a recent part-time hire for the day shifts and relatively new overall…
Also, she was unaware of the 'nighttime business' the delivery girls get up too, Orders' clairvoyancy, and all in all was probably only going to work the next three months or so before moving on… it appeared that last one was going to happen sooner rather than later… again, allegedly, because Orders was going to kill her.
"There's no point in lying to the poor girl. Orders is going to murder her, and I will probably have to bury the body." Demona added as Irina nervously rubbed her hands together.
"Th-That's… she won't be THAT mad, would she?"
"My poor deluded child. Not only did you lose a significant sum of money. But you lost it GAMBLING." The girl twitched, "You lost HER MONEY. GAMBLING." Demona said, emphasizing the key words of that sentence, "Not even bloody LINDSEY can sugar coat that…. Assuming, of course, you can actually get a straight answer out of that pretty, empty head."
"Demona. YOU ARE NOT HELPING." Grace repeated angrily, arms under her generous bust, and sternly glaring at her.
"I am not trying too." Demona added honestly, "I tend not to help the obviously stupid."
"Demona!" Grace angrily snapped as Demona shrugged.
"What are you getting angry at me for?! She's the FOOL who gambled that purple-eyed Harpy's money in a bloody pool hall!"
"But he was so bad." Irina replied, "I thought I could double the money…"
"Oh, you poor, stupid/precious child." Grace and Demona said together, though Grace was suddenly a little less empathetic to Irina's plight.
"You got HUSTLED. The oldest trick in the book." Demona noted. Irina tried to compact herself into a little ball to escape notice.
"...It was just a meal, she won't really care, right?" They stared at her. "...I'm going to die, aren't I?" she tried to joke as Grace shook her head, but Demona nodded rapidly until Grace slapped her arm. "...Can't I just pay it myself? Or can't she take it out of my paycheck?"
Demona and Grace shared a look for about half a minute before Grace sighed. "...Logically, yes, but… Orders has principles."
"Meaning if word gets out that one of her girls got hustled, everyone will think they can do it," Demona replied. "And we can't have that," she added sarcastically.
"Where was the delivery?" Grace replied after another moment of thoughtful silence.
"A pool hall outside of Old Gotham." Irina replied sheepishly, "Um… Polished Cues." Grace nodded and went to retrieve her phone from her locker."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm making a call," she said as Demona frowned.
"She has to clean up her own mess," the winged woman declared, strictly in the 'she'll never learn otherwise' camp.
"I'd rather clean it up ourselves rather than deal with a cranky Orders for the next week, wouldn't you?" She held her phone to her ear. "...Or do I need to remind you what happened the last time Orders was cranky?" Demona flinched slightly, absently rubbing her backside… having an entire basketball team sodomizing her wasn't the best of memories… nor was being forced to clean the grease traps after that.
"FINE."
Grace held up a finger, silencing Demona as she spoke into the phone. "Hey, it's Grace. Can you come in real quick? I think we need your help… great, we'll see you in a few." She hung up and smiled at Demona, who only cocked an eyebrow in response.
About 10 minutes later, Killer Frost arrived.
Wearing a light blue tank top, tight long jeans, a bomber jacket, and, oddly, a grey fedora… in fact, it was THE grey fedora she once… confiscated from a certain Grey Ghost Musical actor. "...So what happened?" she asked as she glanced at Irina.
"This one gambled away Orders' money." Demona declared, as Killer Frost cocked an eyebrow.
"...So where are we burying her?" she asked as Grace sighed.
"Will you two STOP it?" she said exasperatedly as Killer Frost shrugged. "She lost it at a pool hall, Polished Cues?"
"I know the place. So?" Killer Frost replied.
"She lost it in a game of pool."
"Again. SO? If that's the case, just tell Orders, she'll sic' Becca and Ashley on them." But Grace sighed loudly.
"We didn't want to risk cranky Orders," she said as Killer Frost seemed to think about it.
"...Still don't see why you don't just call Ash and Becca. Or just have Irina pay for the loss."
"I'm pretty sure they'd just get arrested. Besides, we need to teach them a lesson, if people think they can just gamble the price away, Orders would get upset… mostly because she'd have to clean THAT up." Grace said, and Killer Frost processed that last word. She had an idea of what Grace wanted her to do… so she reluctantly sighed, then absently shrugged. It wasn't necessarily a terrible idea.
"...FINE. I'll clean up the mess. But someone's covering for me this Saturday, so I can catch a screening of the new Grey Ghost Beyond movie." She waved, turned, and walked out the door, leaving Demona and Grace behind. Irina blinked confusedly around at them.
"...So what now?" she asked.
"Now you get back to work," Grace said, pulling her up and gently pressing her to the door, back onto the floor. She stood there for a moment as Demona spoke again.
"...How much do you want to bet that it'll still involve sex?" she said as Grace sighed.
"There's been enough gambling today," Grace said, before adding after a pause. "10 bucks says it does."
"You're on." Demona replied, eager for ANY sort of gambling herself. It was her nature, after all.
Killer Frost's car eventually parked on the curb in front of 'Polished Cues'. It was an underground pool hall, which was literal. Evidently, it was a converted storm cellar under an old, OLD hotel. Still, Killer Frost got out of her car, walked around it, and leaned against it as she looked at the polished cue sign, briefly debating on how to run the play…
She did used to hustle pool for a living, so she was wondering how hard it was going to be. After a brief amount of debate. She pushed off the car and wiggled her sweet ass down the steps and towards the door of the Pool hall and slipped right in.
Time: 12:05 PM. Place: Outside Old Gotham (Polished Cues)
Immediately, she was hit with the smell of cigarettes, booze, and chalk and knew she was in her natural habitat. Her hips swayed as she looked around at the tables, a good half dozen, two VIP areas… she approached the counter of the bar, and knocked loudly. "Anyone here?" she asked, announcing her presence, and was met with nothing for a minute, when a large man walked out from a back office.
He was FAT, with huge legs, arms, and his pants held up by suspenders and an older man in his late 40s with slicked-back 20s hair... But she recognized him, not because she knew him personally, but because she had seen him play before across the country in another pool hall. Paulie 'Tubs' Tubman… "Can I help you, gorgeous?" he asked as she stared at him for a second and put on a smile.
"Are you the manager?"
"Owner," he corrected. She had a feeling he was. 'Tubs' was a notorious pool shark; he's probably hustled thousands, if not tens of thousands of people, in his life.
She then pointed at him and smiled thoughtfully. "Did you order Superbabes?" she asked as he patted his stomach with a grin.
"I DID," he admitted honestly and began walking away, so she followed.
"Well, I need to collect what you owe," she said as Tubs went into one of the VIP sections and began racking up balls. Turning around, he approached a nearby cupboard, which was long and thin, and it also had a number padlock. He tapped in four numbers, and it opened. He didn't even care that she was watching, but the second it did, she heard a DING from his phone.
The contents of the cupboard were a single, long, finely polished black pool cue with a golden inlay name, 'Gracie', on the side of it. He pulled it out and caught her admiring it. "Like her?" he asked, brushing his cue. "I've had this cue since I was 16," she tilted her head, looking confused. "I keep her locked up with a code that changes randomly every time I open it," he replied, "This pool cue-" he said, finishing racking the balls. "Means more to me than any lover, or family I might have or have had…"
"...Neat," said Killer Frost as he grinned, leaned over, and broke the rack expertly. "What does that have to do with you not paying for your delivery?"
"Well, I offered that pretty young thing the opportunity to name her price… if she could beat me in a game." he said with a smile, "I was ready to put up my beautiful Gracie as a bet; if I HAD lost, I'd pay anything to get her back."
"...Sounds to me like you just didn't want to pay for your meal," she added as he winked, but shrugged.
"...She's the one that shook on it." Killer Frost sighed… Irina was a nice girl, and there's no shame in getting hustled in 'normal' circumstances… but to get hustled with ORDERS' money on the line? She might be dumber than Lindsey, and she doesn't have the benefit of someone saying, 'It's a good thing she's pretty. '
"Okay, well… look." She said sweetly, "We can't have it get around that we gambled away profits, or everyone would start to do it."
"We had a legitimate agreement," smiled Tubs, "And I won it." Killer Frost sighed loudly, eyeing him.
"Well, what if we made a bet?" she said, as he chuckled.
"I don't need to, I already won," he added as Killer Frost frowned. Her fingers drummed the edges of the pool table.
"...How about my hat?" she asked, "A genuine Grey Ghost collectible?" she said as he scoffed,
"If you say so."
"If I can beat you, you pay for the meal. If I win, you get my hat."
"That hardly seems like a fair trade for something I have no interest in." Tubs said, sinking almost all of the solid balls now, only the 8 ball remained.
"Well, you already beat one girl, what's another?" she asked as Tubs frowned, and without looking, he sank the 8-ball. He eyed her for a moment and sucked air through his teeth. "Or again, we could get right back to you just paying your meal," she added cheerfully as Tubs sniffed.
"A hat isn't much," he said, before adding sarcastically, "No matter how much of a 'collectable' it might be." Killer Frost then opened and closed her bomber jacket.
"What if I throw in the rest of my clothes?" she asked as Tubs, about to sink all the stripe balls for fun, almost scraped his pool table with his beloved Gracie, but managed to stop himself before making the shot… then actually making the shot, sinking the number 9 ball. He flicked his eyes towards her.
"...You'd strip bare assed naked for a game of pool?"
"Just like playing strip poker," she said with a smirk. "Sounds like a fair trade. My bare ass for the price of a meal."
"Seems like a lot," he said, now leaning on Gracie. "Just for a meal."
"My boss is a bit of a hard ass… not my ass though, that's pretty soft. And thick…" she added as Tubs' lips slowly stretched.
"...alright girlie. You want to play hardball? Let's play." He held out his hand to her. "Shake," he said as she grabbed his hand and shook it.
"Great. So… where can I find one of those stick thingies?" she asked as he pointed to a large selection. "...Right," she said, going over and grabbing one.
"I'll let you go first," he said, setting up the balls. "Break it," he added as Killer Frost awkwardly held her cue.
"Alright." She then bent over the pool table, her shapely behind up in the air and wiggling as she knocked the cue-ball into the rack… and barely a three of them bounced away. "...Shoot. Do over?" she asked as he chuckled, grinning broadly.
"Sure."
10 minutes later.
Tubs sunk the 8-ball in the side pocket with casual ease, sinking all the solids before she even managed to sink one… and usually that 'one' was the cue ball. "And that's the game," he said as she disappointedly looked at the table. "...Well?" he asked, looking at her body. "I'm waiting." Like the pervy fat old man he was.
Killer Frost put her cue on the table, "...This thing is broken," she mumbled as he laughed.
"It's a poor craftsman who blames their tools…" he said, as it bulged against his pants. Killer Frost stripping down abruptly, yanking off her bomber jacket, then her shirt. "Mmn…" he appreciatively eyed her big breasts as they jiggled free, the sway of her hips as she pushed her jeans down over her ass to the floor.
She stood there, hands on her hips and letting him gaze at her body for a few minutes before she said the magic words. "Double or nothing."
"Double or nothing?" he laughed as she nodded.
"Yeah. My cue sucked," she said, going over to the cue rack and randomly grabbing another one as he chuckled. "One more."
"I'm pretty sure you have nothing to bet-"
"I'll suck your dick if I lose," she declared angrily, "A nasty, sloppy cock-sucking and I'll swallow it too! Just do it again!" she said, as Tubs scratched his tubby stomach and gazed at her soft lips, pressed in a frustrated and obvious scowl. But it didn't take him long to come to a decision… offers of a 'free' blowjob were few and far between, even if he hit the Old Gotham Red Light.
"...Alright. If you win, I'll pay double for the meal. And if I win, I get some sloppy toppy," he joked as she scowled. "...Shake," he said as she grabbed his hand and shook it. He then set up the balls again, "You can go first," he added as she immediately aimed and cracked the cue ball.
"FUCK!" she snapped as it bounced off the wall and into the sides of the race, barely separating the balls. "...Do over!" she hissed as Tubs laughed.
"Sure sweet thang, do over."
5 minutes later.
"God FUCKING DAMN IT!" Killer Frost angrily declared as he decimated their game almost as an afterthought. "...Triple or nothing!" But Tubs was already sitting down on a nearby couch while stretching his suspenders, sliding them off his shoulders as he spread his legs.
"Still got to pay for your double," he said, pointing down at his crotch. "Come on now. Don't welch now." Killer Frost angrily slammed the cue on the table.
"...This cue is busted," she snapped and strutted towards him, her hips popping and swaying as she got onto her knees and fiddled with his pants, pulling them down as his fleshy pool cue popped out, a fat but average-sized cock. She pouted at it before glaring up at him, "Mmn." She pressed her lips to it, "Mmn!" She did it again. "Mmgh-mmnn" over and over before pressing them to his tip, rubbing her lips around his glans like she was chalking up a pool cue before sliding her lips down around him. "Mmn… Mmn… MMn."
Sitting on her knees, she steadily slid her lips up and down his shaft. "Ugh…" Tubs sighed happily, resting a hand on her mostly icy-blue-haired head, her black roots were showing, as it bobbed up and down. "Ugh… oooh…" her lips pressed to the base of his shaft as he held her down. "MMmn."
"Mmn! Mmn! Mmn!" She gazed up at him, bobbing her head as best she could as he held her down, before letting her up again, "Aha…" She ran her tongue over his girth, sliding it up and down his shaft as she gazed at his gut. "MMn!" wrapping her lips back around him and sloppily diving up and down. "Mmn. SLURP… mmn…" Her legs slid slowly out behind her as she threw herself into his crotch, thrusting his cock into her mouth over and over. "Mmn. Mmn…" Her bare ass wobbled as she shook it side to side, tubs sighing loudly as it kept bobbing up and down. "Mmgh.. Mmmn…"
Burying her face into his crotch again, slurping loudly, then bobbing rapidly again as saliva and spittle drooled down his cock into his pants. "Ooooh…" he let out a guttural growl.
"MMn! Mmmn!" She buried her face into his crotch, slurping loudly as he held her head.
"Ugh! Come on the couch. "He said.
'MMnhp." She groaned but crawled onto the couch without taking her lips off his cock. Spinning around so her head dove in and out of his lap again, his hand pushing her head deeper and deeper onto him. While his other hand got handsy, reaching out down her body, he grabbed a fistful of her shapely behind, squeezing it as she moaned into his crotch, but kept sucking and slurping. Moving her head faster and faster, her tits bulging on his gut as he groaned and squirmed.
Her lips twisted and squeezed around him tightly, her tongue sliding down his length, feeling his cock pulsating in her mouth. "Mmn! Mmn!" shaking her head, she buried her lips to the base of his cock. "SLURP!"
"Uugh! Ugh…." he groaned, bucking his hips suddenly into her face, he held her down. "Down on it…! Oh…" he sighed longingly as his load rushed into her mouth.
"MMmn…"She sucked on his shaft loudly, sliding up to his tip as it sprayed onto her tongue. 'Mmn…" she pulled her lips off his wet cock and opened her mouth, "Ah…" sticking out her tongue, his thick glob of cum on her tongue as she wiggled it before shooting back into her mouth. Unblinkingly, she gulped it down and opened her mouth again. "Ah…" sticking out her tongue and showing her empty gullet."
"Do it again," she said sternly as he grinned and sighed.
"Gonna need a minute," he added as she slapped his belly. "Oof!"
"Not that! Do another game!" she said, getting off the couch and grabbing a new cue.
"And what will you give me this time?" he asked as she jiggled back to the pool table and began fondling balls.
"...I'll suck you again," she said as Tubs seemed to think on it, then grinned. Getting up from the couch.
"Deal," he said.
10 minutes later.
"FUCK!!" Killer Frost snapped angrily as she lost another game. Tubs didn't even wait for her to blame the pool cue this time, grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her onto her knees in front of him. "Ah-mmgh!?" she moaned as he slid into her mouth, holding her head with both hands.
"Oh… suck on that dick," he ordered, "Oooh… oh." Loudly, she slurped as he held her tight, pulling her up and down on his shaft.
"Mmn! Mmn… SLURP! AH..mmgh." She gazed up at him, relaxing her throat but tightening her lips as he began pumping his hips against her mouth. Her face bouncing off his stomach, her eye not looking away from his fat, sweaty face as he rolled his hips into her mouth. "Mn! Mmn…"
"We've got to keep doing this," he declared as she twisted her head and lips around his throbbing member. "Oh…" holding her head down by gripping the back of it. His head rolling back as he began to buck his hips. "Ugh!" sliding wetly in and out of her lips, he popped out of them and smacked his cock wetly on her face before sliding it back in.
"Mgh! Mh! Mmn! Mmn!"
"Ugh!! AH! AAH!!" his entire body shuddered "Ughhh!!" groaning gutturally as he buried her face into his crotch, his feet shuffling forward as he held onto her head like he was about to topple over backwards. "Oooooh… you might not be able to sink any balls, but you sure can drain them," he moaned as she slid her lips off his limp dick.
"Ah…" she breathed, showing off his load before tugging it back into her mouth and gulping. "Haa…"
"Let's go again," he said as she scowled, feeling his cock on her face.
"Play again!" she demanded by Tubs laughed.
"Ha ha-ha… oh come on girl you ain't beating me…" he said, beating her face with his cock as she remained on her knees. "Let's just skip straight to the good stuff," she glowered up at him.
"Nuh-uh! You want more head? You've got to beat me fair and square!" She got up angrily, "AND! If I win, you're paying three times the amount." Then looked around, "AND give me that stupid stick!" She pointed to Gracie as Tubs chuckled.
"...I'll throw in Gracie if you throw in the rest of you," he said, hands on her ass as she growled at him. "If you're mouth is as good as the rest of you, I'd love to sink a few balls in your holes."
"Oh, of COURSE you'd make that joke." Killer Frost scowled angrily, holding out her hand. "Deal! Shake!" she ordered as Tubs took her hand and shook it firmly. "Set up the balls!"
"Gonna pick out a new cue?" he teased as Killer Frost glowered at him… then picked up her first one.
"No," she said as he chuckled, finishing up the balls and grabbing Gracie, then she knelt by her bomber jacket for a second, reaching into the inside pockets.
"Well, I'll make it quick then. Get back to the fun…" he said, but frowned as she stood back up, sliding on a pair of two-fingered blue billiard gloves. It took him a second, but as she picked up the cue, bent over the pool table, her shapely ass wobbling behind her, it only took her two seconds to line up a shot and-
CRACK!!
The sound of a magnificent break echoed from the table as Tub's jaw went from open with laughter to just open… the 1 and 2 ball sinking instantly.
"...You know." Killer Frost purred silkily, standing up and strutting around the table. "...It's nothing personal. I'm actually a fan! We've met before…" she said, bending over and showing her ass to him. "In Coast City. You played Joe 'Gross man' Grosse."
CRACK
The cue ball slammed into the 11 ball, before it ricocheted into the 3 ball, which sank into a side pocket after bouncing up into the air briefly. Tubs continued to gape as she walked again, closing one eye. "Honestly? He's not that Gross." CRACK!
4 ball, corner pocket.
"But YOU! You are a champ." She sat her ass on the pool table, smiling fondly at him as she slipped her cue around her back and, CRACK! The cue ball hopped over the eight and cracked against the 12 ball before sinking 5. "I was really impressed. Still am," she said, before hopping herself off the pool table and bouncing again. "But you SEE… while I might have a LITTLE respect for you? The fact that you didn't remember me is a little insulting."
CRACK
The 6 ball crashed into the 7 ball, ricocheting off the wall before both sank into the left side pocket and left corner pocket. "...So I don't feel TOO bad about hustling you," she smiled as Tubs gaped at her. "...Trust me, this is a far more desirable option than you pissing off my boss," she winked, and without looking away from him. She lined up her shot, "8 Ball, corner pocket," she said, pointing to the lower left side of the pool table.
…At this point, she was just doing it for style. The cue ball crashed into the 8 ball, it shot far off the left wall, the right wall, bounced off the top wall before shooting down into the corner pocket she called. She then winked at him again as he gaped at the table in shock, with his cock out… Gracie was still in his grip as he stared at his complete and utter loss. "Alright." Killer Frost went back to her clothes, taking off her pool gloves, and she stuffed them into her pocket. Tugging her jeans back on, wiggling her ass back into them before pulling on her shirt, and swinging back on her bomber jacket.
"...Who are you?" Tubs said as Killer Frost turned to him and winked.
"Well, right now, I'm Killer Frost," she said, "...Though back in pool circles, I was more commonly known as Heat Seeker." Tubs stared at her agape as she approached him, and took his beloved pool cue from his grip. "Three times the price. Plus your pool cue," she said as Tubs gaped at her.
"...Another game," he said as Killer Frost smiled.
"...You don't really have anything I want," she said, putting her hat back on and winking. "If you want it back, though, you'll have to take it up with my boss."
"...I WANT her back," he said, pointing to Gracie as Killer Frost winked at him again.
"You're gonna have to earn it." she said, "...Now. pay up." She repeated as Tubs gaped at her. Tubs fumbled as he hurriedly put his clothes back on properly. Angrily stomping away, furious that he's been hustled and lost Gracie, and slammed the door to his office. Killer Frost eyed the pool cue for a second before leaning over and cracking the cue ball one last time and sinking 3 stripes.
"...This is a good cue," she giggled, grinning to herself.
Time: 1:09 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Killer Frost walked in through the back door, Grace sitting at the counter taking calls, then dropped a stack of bills onto it. Three times the amount of the delivery. "Did you teach him a lesson, Leslie?" Grace asked, hanging up the phone.
Leslie held up the fancy pool cue, "Yep," she said proudly as Grace frowned.
"...Does that say 'Gracie'?"
"More importantly, did it involve sex?" Demona asked calmly, hearing Leslie's voice and walking in the back.
"Yeah, I sucked him off twice to sell the hustle," Leslie replied as Demona smirked.
"Called it!" before slapping a 10-dollar bill from her suit to Grace, who took it.
"You lost the bet." Grace noted, stuffing the money into her glorious cleavage.
"It's the fun of it," Demona replied before eying the cue. "...Does that say Gracie?" she noted as Grace replied.
"That's what I said!"
"Well, it's MINE for now." Leslie declared, taking a napkin and polishing the ebony wood. "He's definitely going to want it back."
"...Are you going to give it to him?"
"He lost it in a legitimate agreement." Leslie replied, "He's going to have to earn her back like anyone else who got hustled."
"Oh, Leslie! You're back." Irina sighed in released. "...Did you get the money?" she asked as Leslie nodded, leaning on her fancy new cue.
"Yep," she said, "You live to see another day." Irina smiled nervously
"Okay, that joke's getting a little old." Demona and Leslie just smiled at her cheekily as she went back onto the floor. After a moment, making sure she was working properly, Leslie spoke again.
"...Orders isn't going to kill her now, but who wants to bet she's definitely going to be gone by the end of the week?"
"I'll take that action." Grace smiled, pulling the 10 out of her cleavage. "10 dollars says that Orders fires her tonight." They looked at her skeptically as Grace shrugged. "...Just because I'm nice about it doesn't mean I don't acknowledge that she. REALLY… fucked up," she whispered nervously as they all nodded together.
"...15 says Orders does it tomorrow. AND has Ronnie-Bell throw her out." Demona added as Leslie went to go test out her new pool cue on the pool table… it felt like she had a cheat code in her hand.
Maybe she'll let Jae-Hwa use it next time they play; she might start to give her a challenge.
CRACK!
End