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"I got to know. Are you dumb or just a bitch?"
Rocket blinked, turning her attention to Huntress and Catwoman (II), who were watching her curiously as she got into costume. "...That feels like a loaded question," she said, with her sexy Aussie girl accent.
"It's a little loaded. Also accurate." Huntress replied, she glared at Catwoman for even asking it in the first place, but the beautiful ebony girl who maliciously asked her the previously stated question, and her friend, for giving her a dirty look.
"I'm just asking! She actively picks a fight with Ashley." Rocket threw on her jacket and shut her locker. "I'm not saying Ashley is the end all be all of scrappy bitches, but she would actively try to put her in the hospital for some of our newbie's offenses."
"...I'm pretty sure I could take her."
"Ugh." The two ex-pornstars groaned loudly together, which made Rocket jump slightly in surprise as they grabbed her under an arm each and dragged her out of the locker room. Throwing her onto the couch and dropping down on either side of her together.
"You're not going to make any friends with that attitude." Catwoman cooed.
"I don't plan to stay long," Rocket replied, and the two ex-pornstars shared a look with each other behind her back. It was subtle and fast, so they quickly broke eye contact, and Huntress spoke again.
"Yeah, sure, but it doesn't hurt to have a friend."
"That's right. My friend got me a job here…" Catwoman joked, winking at Huntress, who rolled her eyes. "I like working her WAY more than working in professional porn."
"Good for you." Rocket mumbled, "But this is only a minor stop for me. I don't intend to work here forever getting pimped out like an escort."
"Oh!" Huntress and Catwoman gasped together, but it was Catwoman who spoke. "Don't say that word. Orders doesn't like that word," she said conspiratorially under her breath as the rumble of Giganta's massive bike echoed into the lounge as she arrived outside.
"You might not be afraid of Ashley kicking your ass, but Orders will make your life a living nightmare." Huntress replied in a kind, 'big sisterly' tone. Like she was trying to tell Rocket not to stick a metal fork in an electrical socket. Especially since the electrical socket just walked in the back door, and the sexy wall of biker girl muscle, Giganta, followed in behind her after picking her up at home. "Don't think of yourself as an escort, you're an entertainer."
"And if you don't plan to 'stick around' you might as well TRY to enjoy yourself," Catwoman replied, both ex-pornstars seemingly acting as the devil and angel on Rocket's sultry shoulders… and both of them were telling her to enjoy herself while being pimped out.
"Alright. That's enough of that." Orders noted as they looked at her setting her things down and picking out a Sudoku puzzle today. Giganta ducked her head into the locker room to change. "Leave the newbie alone. She's Tasha's responsibility." Who notedly wasn't here today. "Everyone on the floor, it'll be busy tonight," she declared, turning on deliveries as Huntress and Catwoman got up. "You two are on the 2-for-1."
"Alright, boss," Catwoman said, saluting as they both then exchanged a subtle WINK with Orders, who only glanced at them with her purple eyes in response as Rocket tiredly got to her feet, her shapely backside jiggling as she turned to walk onto the floor.
"Not you." Orders declared as Rocket blinked at her.
"Why-" and because she hadn't learned yet, she was resignedly annoyed when the purple-eyed boss reached for the phone.
Time: 6:47 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-CLICK
"Superbabes, we deliver." "The Rocket meal, please. With Rocket."
"Very well, we expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address, please."
Meanwhile
Orders ripped off the receipt, holding it out to her. Rocket tugged it from her fingers, food sliding across the counter. "Off you go," she gestured lazily out the back door as Rocket frowned at her, but picked up the food and walked out the back door.
Her tight athletic body strutted to the company car, her tight bubble butt jiggling even in the tight pants of her costume, she then pulled off into traffic, hesitated at the next light, double-checking the receipt. She was so used to going to Milo's that she was somewhat surprised someone else wanted some 'hot chocolate' as Tasha has been teasing her lately. But she stuffed the receipt back in the bag and off to the suburbs she went.
...Every time she went somewhere in Gotham, it always felt new. And not just because she was a new resident in Gotham. She lived in the suburbs at the Superbabes' house, yet somehow she seemed to have found a new section of the Suburbs she hadn't been to. Maybe the suburbs of Gotham were just like Gotham Heights, an ever-expanding eldritch horror… Or maybe a criminal blew this section up and it was recently rebuilt. It could be a number of things other than 'eldritch horror of Gotham'.
...Still better than living in Australia with her parents. Her crazy kudaitcha man father and her lawyer mother… she had fun, mixed emotions about what they'd think knowing she was pimping herself out just to stay in Gotham and continue her schooling away from them. On the one hand, the small rebel in her was thrilled, on the other, she wasn't particularly happy about it herself… allegedly.
THUNK.
She shut the door to the company car, glancing at the perfectly average-looking two-story house, before checking the receipt one last time and strutting to the door and onto the welcome mat. She raised her fist and knocked loudly. "Superbabes."
Time: 7:01 PM. Place: Gotham suburbs (unassuming house)
"Special delivery service," she said in a strong Aussie accent. After a second, the door opened. She didn't know what she expected to see, but he was a youngish guy, around her age or maybe a little older. Her height, out of shape, but at least he looked and smelled clean… dark swarthy skin, hair, and a wispy beard that he looked like he was trying to grow, but it just wasn't working.
"Come in," he said calmly as she strutted into the living room. Average living room, average guy. Average job… if she was lucky, she probably could just suck him off and head back early. He pulled the food from her grip and walked away to the kitchen, opening a microwave and putting the contents of the bag, a smaller microwavable carton, into it before shutting it and tossing the bag aside. "You look better than your picture…" he said, sounding eager as he immediately reached out and grabbed onto her body, rubbing his hands on her muscular mid-drift, her toned stomach muscles showed off thanks to her costume. "Turn around, let me see that bubble butt."
She smiled rather tiredly and turned around without much pomp or circumstance. Feeling like a piece of meat on display, WHAP! She shivered suddenly as his hand clapped loudly on her shapely bubble butt. A small shiver rippled through her body, and on reflex, she shook her ass…
Reflex, because that's what Tasha drilled into her. Someone claps it, shake it for another. WHAP! And he gave her another, his hand sank into her pillowy ass cheeks, and despite how tight her pants were, it STILL managed to jiggle as if she was wearing nothing at all. Coco Klein designed.
"Fuck me. If this body feels so good on my hands, how is it going to feel on my cock?" his hands then began groping her properly, she hissed softly as they slid up her stomach again and up under her top, squeezing at her busty chest as she moaned reflexively.
"Ugh…" she moaned quietly, feeling his bulging cock between her thick ass cheeks as he pulled her against him. Guess she's not getting out of here with just a blowjob… his hands slid away from her tits.
"Let's get you naked," he declared as he peeled her jacket away and tossed it aside. Before unbuckling her belt from behind and pulling her pants down to get a good, close look at her wobbling black ass. "Mmmn…. You're a pretty girl," he chuckled as she frowned. He was talking to her like a pet… he stood up again and she yanked off her top, he swatted her ass again to watch it jiggle, before taking that same hand and sliding two fingers between her soft lips.
"Mmmn." in and out, rubbing and pinching her tongue between them as he hooked his fingers in the corner of her lips and dragged her like a caught fish to his couch. Fiddling with his pants with the other hand, throwing them to the floor as his average-sized cock poked rigidly free toward her. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and wrapped his hand around the back of her head, still wearing the mask and glasses, as he pulled her lips to his tip. "Mmgh!" she moaned as he slid immediately into her mouth, sighing in relief as if he just applied ointment to a particularly annoying itch. "Mmn! Mmn!" he pulled her up and down immediately, sighing again as he relaxed.
"Suck on it. Oh…" his legs squeezed around her body as her head kept bobbing rapidly up and down on his cock, easily taking his length in and out of her throat, her lips pressing the base of his shaft over and over, burying her nose into his pubic hairs. "Ugh…" he seemed content to let her do it, as long as she didn't stop. Her tongue flicking and rubbing on his member as she began bobbing up and down again.
"Mmgh! Mgh-guck…" twisting her pretty head, gazing up at him past her tinted eye goggles, her hands sliding to his balls, massaging them as he rolled his hips towards her face. "Mmgh! Mmgh!"
"Oh! Who's a pretty girl!" he hissed, "Oh! Oh… he rested his hand on her head and held her down, "UUGH!!" his head rolled back as he unloaded a thick load into her mouth. "Ugh!"
"Mmn!" She flinched as his load splattered the back of her throat. "Mmgh!" She gulped it quickly down, trying not to taste it and failing. As he held her in place on his cock and finished.
"Haah…" he sighed loudly, "Nothing feels better than cumming in a woman's mouth. Especially one so good at it. Keep licking it." he sighed softly as her tongue flicked and rubbed on his girth, and he slowly let her pull her head away.
"Bwah…" she gasped, and frowned up at him, swirling her tongue around his limp tip as she held it in her hand. He wasn't even hard anymore; who was he kidding? She licked, kissed, and slurped on him as instructed, but she literally wasn't feeling it. Just giving him head so far…
...Why did she feel so disappointed?
"Get up," he said suddenly as she gazed up at him, lips around his tip and freezing in place. She wasn't really listening, "Up. Come on. Let me look at that body," he declared before grabbing a remote nearby on the couch. He then pushed a button on it, and the house was filled with ass shaking music… it wasn't hard to see where this was going. He grinned expectantly at her, and she rolled her eyes before gyrating her body. Shaking her hips, swinging her arms, and popping her ass out towards him, she shook and jiggled her booty to the beat just like Tasha taught her.
'Don't think of yourself as an escort, you're an entertainer.' She was somewhat surprised that the words were suddenly coming back to the foreground of her memory. Especially since his freehand cracked on her bubble backside as her cheeks bounced together, stroking himself eagerly as he watched the seductive gyrations of her beautiful body.
"Ah…" she gasped as he grabbed a fistful of her ass cheek and pulled her closer, sitting on his lap, she rolled her hips on him, rubbing his dick on her ass cheeks, he moaned, pulsating and throbbing against her body. "Fucker." she spat, absently as his cock twitched against her, but his hands reached up, squeezing her big breasts from behind. "mmn!" gyrating on him like a stripper. She had plenty of moves to practice thanks to other Superbabes. "HISS!" she sucked in air through her straight white teeth as his hands slid down to rub against her crotch… which was oddly, soaked. "Ha…"
"You're so wet!" sliding his fingers into her, she moaned again, "And TIGHT…" he growled as he hooked his fingers in her, lifting her up as she gasped. "I need it," he declared with his cock rigidly erect, lifting her just far enough to slide into her body.
"MMMGH!" stretching her tight pussy on his cock, he slammed her back down onto his lap. Sighing as she engulfed. Rolling her hips on him, clenching her teeth as he grabbed her waist and made her bounce, "Haah! Ah…" moaning together, he bucked his hips as she jiggled up and down on his lap. His hands soon hooked onto her tits. "Haah! Ah!"
"Oh yeah, ride it. Ride me, girl!" he swatted her clapping bubble ass. "Ah yeah…" bouncing wildly up and down, head rolling back on her neck as he reached up, grabbing her dark hair, pulling it back, "Haah!!"
"Yeah. YEAH ride my dick! Oooh! Yeah!" he growled, pumping wildly up into her body as she moaned, her body shaking in pleasure. "Come on, baby! Come on! You can do it!" It was hard to tell who he was encouraging, her or his cock. "Fuck that pussies tight!" she moaned, her body shivering as she approached a climax, but on the very edge of it, she pushed up into her body. "Haah!" he gasped softly, "YEAH…"
Her eyes shot open as she looked around. He let go of her hair and sighed, letting his arms flop onto the couch and grinning contentedly. More than satisfied that he was satisfied. She blinked, glaring over her shoulder at him as his hands rested on her ass and squeezed them fondly. Before shoving her off and onto the side of the couch, her crotch oozed his cum as she blinked. "I'm DONE."
"What you done?" She suddenly felt OFFENDED. "Done? I haven't even cum once." He looked at her, somewhat surprised, as if to wordlessly say 'so'. "Fucking wanker." she hissed, rubbing her crotch, which just wasn't working, before she snarled and rolled off the couch, and slammed her hands onto the coffee table, pushing her ass out behind her, she SMACKED her ass HARD, gripping it, she spread herself showing off her ass. "...Fucking bugger me right now," she snapped as his cock twitched and he stared at her. Still bent over, her muscles flexing and tightening, she reached around with her other hand, shoving her fingers into her ass, trained almost regularly by Penis De Milo. "Bugger me right now!"
"...Does that mean-"
"Stick it in my ass or I'm using your cock as a candle wick," she snarled as it twitched.
Being threatened to be set on fire aside, he can't say no to an offer of ass fucking. He stood up, smacking her ass cheeks with his hands, spreading her legs before sliding his cock into her butt. "Ooh!"
"Ah…" he sighed, smacking her ass as she shivered, her mouth hung open as she sighed… as if she just applied soothing cream to an itch. "FUCK…" he hissed before beginning to pump into her.
"Ah! Ah SHIT…!" hissing as he grabbed her hair and yanked, pulling her upright, "Ha! AH!!"
"You like it in the ass, don't you?! You're a hot fucking butt slut!"
"FUUUCK…" snarling through clenched teeth and shaking as her cock squeezed around him. Pulling her hair, "AARGH!"
"Say you're a horny butt slut! Say it!"
"FUCK!!" clenching her teeth as he cracked his hand on her shapely black ass again and again, furiously pounding away into her hole.
WHAP! "Say it!" Whap! "Say it! You're a fucking butt slut!" WHAP!
Drumming her ass like they were war drums, her eyes rolling back into her head, teeth tightly clenched, focused ONLY on taking it in the ass. She refused to say it, refused to say she was a butt slut, "Haa-aah… Ahh!" gasping her body shivered erotically, shaking, ready to cum!
"OOOH!!" he buried his cock into her ass, she hissed, suddenly knocked out of her rising climax. Instead of falling over the edge, she toppled over on the side! "YEAH.
"Y-You!" she hissed as he buried his cock into her, holding her tightly to his waist, and croaking slightly in pleasure as he hosed her bowels with his cum.
"Oooh yeah…" he pulled out of her ass, and smacked her ass again. Her cheeks tightened up, and she stood up, glaring at him. Inhaling deeply through her nose as her thick ass cheeks slammed SHUT, like a steel gate. She glowered at him as he dropped back onto the couch, his cock limp… even shrinking. He was done…
She didn't have innate Superbabe senses yet, at least nothing concrete, but she could tell. No amount of twerking, sucking, kissing, or dirty talk would get him hard again in time to get her off before his hour was up… and was rapidly shrinking further as she scowled, and wordlessly walked away, looking for his bathroom and shower.
...She hasn't felt this pissed off since her last football game where her referee was blind and didn't see the foul kick to the shin she got. She felt tight… sore, like she just lost an entire championship when she was the clear winner.
She soon got out of the shower, eyeing her pretty face in the mirror, before drying off and tugging on the mask and goggles. She sighed… she tossed the towel aside, heading back out. He had reheated his meal, put on pants, and held up a roll of bills for her as she put her clothes back on. "Thanks, sexy," he said as she yanked the money from his hand and ran a hand through her dark hair.
"Order again," she said, heading to the front door, "Ideally someone else," she added, heading outside and practically marched to the car, slamming the door shut behind her as she looked at herself in the mirror again… but shook it off, the tires screeching a little as she headed back into Gotham.
Time: 8:01 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"So… you're sure this is a good idea?" Divya asked, eating half a supergirl sandwich as she sat her big, beautiful, brown body on Orders' counter. "...Poking her like this?"
"I don't hire people who can't do the job." Orders declared conversationally as Laura ate the other half of the Supergirl Sandwich.
"This feels like… gaslighting." Laura noted, "And I'm pretty sure I'm not okay with that."
"The sooner she comes to terms with who she is, the sooner she'll understand that I'm trying to help."
"And get paid," Divya noted. Orders purple eyes flicked up at her, then reaching under the counter, she yanked her hand suddenly back and SMACKED the Veronica paddle on Divya's prominent rump. "EEP!" She leaped off the counter, rubbing her ass as Orders slammed the end of the paddle down like a gavel.
"Getting paid is important…" Orders admitted, "But getting paid while you girls enjoy yourselves is JUST as important… if I have to help Ginga along a little to admit who she is to herself, so be it."
"And get paid," Laura repeated as Orders glanced at them.
"...You know what I'm about, girls," she added rather casually, and the two had to sheepishly shrug and smile hesitantly. Her eyes flickered to the door, "She's coming." She waved her hand, and the two walked towards the pool table, casually picking up cues like they had been playing the whole time.
Rocket soon marched into the room and put the money down on the counter. Grumpily stomping into the locker room. "Welcome back, Ginga."
"That guy was a cock." she declared as Divya smiled.
"Most guys are," she noted as Ginga soon walked back out.
"A fucking… wanker!"
"Because he didn't get you to orgasm?" Orders said conversationally as Ginga blushed, "...Clairvoyant." Orders said straight-faced, reminding her.
"You knew?"
"Well, I figure you wouldn't mind. Considering you don't plan to stay that long, what's a few disappointing deliveries?" she said, casually writing on a receipt. "...I mean if you were on the 2 for 1, you'd definitely enjoy yourself." Orders added lazily as Ginga frowned. "...But you're not here to enjoy yourself." Orders again, said lazily, "You're not that kind of girl."
Ginga glowered at her, "...Put me on it."
"On what?"
"The 2 for 1." she said, though she tried not to blush as she went back into the locker room.
"Laura? Divya? Volunteers?" Orders replied as the two pornstars put on a small showing of rock-paper-scissors, Divya won, but smiled.
"I'll show her the ropes," she said knowingly.
"See that you do." Orders replied, her lips twitching.
Who said Pornstars can't act?
End
FINALLY got around to this. I have Rocket's delivery's planned but it was just a trial to get her done, so busy :DFire and Ice are next unless we get another Miss Martian situation.