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Her glorious body flexed and stretched as she did pull-ups on her doorway-mounted bar. Humming along to the music blaring in her ears as she continued her morning workout. Up and down her powerful body worked, without even pausing for a second.
"You spin me right round, baby right round…" she sang the chorus as her name was called. Once. Twice… then her leg was tapped.
"Hey!" she paused, looked down, then dropped to the floor as she pulled out her headphones. Danny, her cute youngest brother, held a phone in his hand.
"What?" she asked, somewhat irritated at her interrupted workout.
"Your boss keeps calling you," he said, looking unnerved as she took the phone from his hand.
"...Isn't this your phone?" she asked as he nodded.
"Yeah. Why does your boss have my number?" she rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure she dragged it out of Ash," she said absently, ignoring the honest response, and holding Danny's phone to her ear.
"Yeah, Boss?"
"I have a job for you." Orders declared. "Delivery related." Which was nice to know, usually when Orders called this early, it was because she needed her to do something violent.
"Uh-huh." Big Barda waved her little brother away, and he shrugged, going back to the couch, his temporary bed. "And this was so important that you needed to call my brother's phone?"
"You were working out." Orders said, "And Ronnie-Bell is busy with Sean and Ciara."
Big Barda blinked, processing that information. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It's a bachelor party, and they had a very specific request."
"...A bachelor party?" she whispered, casually glancing over at Danny, who wasn't paying attention to her conversation and watching cartoon ponies on the TV. She'll question that later. "...Don't we have other girls specifically hired for stuff like that?" Brielle, Tasha, numerous other talented dancing girls…
"As I said. They were specific, and Ronnie-Bell was busy. You're my second-tallest girl."
"...Alrigh,t fine. Sure. Why not?" Big Barda replied, "When?"
"An hour."
"An hour?!" she replied indignantly, checking her watch. "Who has a bachelor party at 10 in the morning?!"
"Technically, it'll be at 11." Orders replied calmly, "Just change, pick up the food, and entertain. Just a regular delivery."
"Haah." Big Barda replied, "...So just shake my ass for an hour of work?"
"Well, that and banging a group of men."
"Just another day." Big Barda replied, "Alright, send the details to my phone." She hung up and tossed her brother's phone onto his lap. "Boss needs me for something, I should be back later."
"Need to cover a shift?" he asked as she ruffled his hair and went to her room to take a quick shower.
"Something like that. Anyway, I'll be back later." After washing herself, she ruffled his hair as she passed. "If you drink my beer, replace them. And if Ashley comes over, don't let her drink my beer, and don't play strip poker with her. She cheats," she warned as Danny blinked at her surprised.
"Strip poker?" he said with a chuckle.
"You never know. Don't play poker with her, she cheats." she repeated, smiling at her brother as she got her skates on. "Lock up behind me." Not that it mattered, ever since Danny started bunking with her while his dorm got repaired, Ashley came over whenever she could, and she had a key to Big Barda's apartment, no matter how many times she took it away from her.
With masterful skill and amazing balance, she walked down the stairs in her skates as if they were regular sneakers, casually greeting her young neighbor who opened the front door for her, before leaping down the steps of her apartment stoop, and speeding off like a rocket.
About 20 minutes later.
"WHOA!?" Joy leaped aside as Big Barda twirled into the back of Superbabes. Narrowly missing the buxom bunny girl as she sighed, "Really?"
"Sorry, Joy." Big Barda said with a shrug as she casually rolled into the locker room. Joy tossed her hands in the air and continued heading out, her shift was over, and yet she still had dick to suck. Her boyfriend's. Big Barda however, soon rolled back out of the locker room, her Big Barda boots in hand, as food soon slid across the counter. "Alright." she said, grabbing the bag and once again speeding off to whatever important bachelor party Orders had assigned to her sweet muscle girl ass.
Speeding across Gotham with a bag of food on her back like she just committed a bank heist she bobbed and weaved through the crowded sidewalk, her long, silky black hair waving like a banner behind her as she checked her phone, and quickly made her way off to Hotel Street and inevitably the Gotham Star hotel. She didn't even pause, speeding across the marbled floor in her skates to the rather impressed, awed, and lecherous gazes of various people.
"Excuse me!" she paused as she reached the elevator. A nicely dressed concierge approached her. "Can I help you?" he asked indignantly, looking at her muscular but skimpy-dressed body as she popped an eyebrow and smiled prettily at him.
"Awe. Are you new around here?" she asked as he glowered indignantly at her, until another older and more experienced man approached.
"Superbabes?" he asked almost tiredly as she looked at him and winked at him in affirmation, letting him see the branded bag she carried. "It's fine, Walt, let her through."
"But look at her!"
"Yeah. I'm aware." he nodded, "...But trust me and let her through." he repeated, a little more ominously. "You're new in Gotham. It be far more dangerous if we didn't."
"Can't argue with that." Big Barda replied with a laugh, entering the elevator and hitting the button for the 19th floor… DING. And out she went, rolling briefly down the halls… and sighing as her wheels ruffled through carpet. "Ugh." She immediately took her skates off, put on her Big Barda boots, and continued walking down the hallway to suite number 1937.
She then raised her fist and knocked on the door. "Superbabes."
Time: 11:01 AM. Place: Gotham Star (Room 1937)
"Special delivery Service."
She only had to wait about 10 seconds before the door suddenly swung open and she was hit with cigar smoke, booze, but also raucous laughter, instruments, and singing.
"Ooooooh, are you the delivery girl!?" it took her a second to wave a hand through the crowd of cigar smoke, before finally looking down and seeing a jovial-looking man… about three feet tall. He had a round gut and sandy blonde hair and a big smile on his cherub-like face. She stared down at him and laughed…
"Oh, it's going to be one of THOSE." she smiled down at him. "That's right, I am." she entered the smoke room to the laughter, cheers and music as the jovial little fellow immediately got handsy, she'll give him the benefit of the doubt, considering he barely came to her thigh, his hand reaching at her toned ass as he led her into a rather elaborate room. More like full-on apartment… it was possible the Gotham Star did have more permanent arrangements.
"ACHOO!" The smoke cleared a little with the violent sneeze, rushing away from the sneezing man with tan colored hair rubbed his slightly red nose. "Can we open a window?!"
"NO!" a grumpy one with dark brown hair declared, puffing a cigar as a sleepy-looking fellow sank deeper into the couch, puffing what was clearly a joint.
"Oh lighten up." said an older one with a white beard and glasses as he immediately went and opened the sliding door to a large balcony, smoke wafting out.
One two three… uh. 6 little people, one might say 'dwarves' filled the room having a little jam session, puffing and drinking… all of them had bears except for one youthful fellow with big ears, who upon seeing her immediately grinned with delight, his ears twitching excitedly as he slapped the sleepy one and pointed.
"BWAH…" the sleepy one yawned. "...There's a girl here." he said, sounding a little high.
"No kidding." the grumpy one grumbled but his gaze locked onto the sexy Big Barda as she dropped the food on a nearby table filled with unopened beer bottles and cans, and pizza.
"Alright boys!" cheered the jovial one. "We're the lucky groom?!"
"In the pisser." The grumpy one said as the jovial one chuckled.
"I thought he said no strippers?" said the white bearded one as the youthful, no-bearded one eagerly scrambled towards her and gazed up at her, laughing as he tried to see her face, but from this angle, he couldn't, and that was apparently great."
"Ah-ah! This is a delivery girl! They're much better." said the Jovial one. "You can touch, rub and-!"
"I do lots of things." she interrupted to speed this up, "Including but not limited to: stripping, sucking, banging, kissing, dancing, and straight up fucking…"
"EEEEE!!" squealed the young one excitedly, clinging to her leg and dry humping away at her, tongue lolling from his mouth.
"Well, aren't you a cute little sex offender?" she joked as he rubbed his smooth face on her muscled thigh. She raised her leg and gave it a shake but all it did was rattle the little guy's brain. "Oh, you're just attached now, aren't you?" she teased as he ran his floppy tongue on her leg like a dog that was just too hot. "Alright! So bachelor party?"
"Shylock is getting married-ACHOO!"
"And he didn't want a stripper." said the oldest one.
But the Jovial one and the young one continued rubbing (and dry humping) her body. "Just because he didn't want one doesn't mean we can enjoy her!"
"The tubby one does make a good point." Noted, Big Barda, and he chuckled, his belly wobbling. "I mean, you're already paying me a lot of money to be here." Only the jovial one remained cheery when she mentioned that. "It's non-refundable," she added as they all looked at each other. "...Suuuuure you don't want me to dance, take my clothes off? All that other stuff?"
"Non-refundable."
"Well. Officially, you could try… but you won't like the results. I'm okay with it because I'm already here to beat you up so I at least save on gas." She did that anyway, she rolled her skates. But she was making a point, one that they seemed to register.
"...So dancing?" the grumpy one said as Big Barda smirked.
"Sure. Someone turn the music back on." However, it was her turn to be surprised as the older one produced a guitar, the sneezing one produced bongos, the grumpy one brought out an electric keyboard, and the sleepy one seemed to produce a flute from nowhere. The jovial standing beside her suddenly extracted a concertina from… somewhere. And the young one was still dry humping her leg… she was starting to think he was a little bit… dopey.
However, once they started playing a silly instrumental song. The young one finally unlatched from her leg, took her by the hands and dragged her, or at least pulled her, and she let him, to a clearer area of the room, and just started dancing with her ass the others laughed. Apparently, the 'she's already here, let's party' mindset was infectious. She wasn't quite able to dance sexy with the young one holding her hands, skipping about around her… but it was easier once he got around behind her and buried his face in her butt. Or as best he could.
"HA-HA-HA-HAA!!" they cackled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hung on like he was an attached tail, his legs swinging as he inhaled the thickness of her muscular ass cheeks. They laughed even harder as she kept swinging, shaking her ass with him attached as if he weighed nothing. They drank, smoked, and played their instruments for Big Barda to dance to when finally someone new finally returned to the living room.
"Are we having another jam sess-oooh." The instant he saw Big Barda, he pulled up a hooded sweater he was wearing and yanked on the strings so he couldn't see his rapidly reddening face except for his eyes.
"Heeey!" Big Barda said, still trying to swing off the little guy, but his arms were tight around her waist like a belt; he was really stuck in there. "You must be the lucky groom-Ah…" she glanced down at him, utterly intoxicated with her, admittedly, sweaty ass. "I said Lucky, not 'licky'." the men laughed. "Don't lick a hole through those shorts I got to wear them back," she strutted towards the 7th guy, reached down, and grabbed him before hurling him onto a nearby armchair.
"I-I don't! This is-! EEP!" he squeaked as she reached up and undid her top, letting it fall away as the rest of them gaped at her topless form. She grabbed her breasts and pushed them together as she chuckled.
"Alright let's just get it out of the way…" she turned and looked over her broad shoulders. "Hey get out of there I can't take my pants off if you're acting as my belt-" His hands hooked into her waistband and then SHOOP! Dropped them to the floor like he pantsed her. "Oh… well, usually they let me PEEL the clothes off…" she said, turning around and dropping onto the tiny groom's lap. "But hey…" she began to grind on him, twirling a hand in the air. "Hey, come on. Music boys!"
It started slow, at first, but soon they were picking it up again as she ground her ass on the shy groom's cock, spreading her legs, bouncing and grinding, standard lapdance stuff. She put her hands on the back of her ebony black hair as she let it bounce off his bashfully covered face. Of course, it would be the horn dog who got his pants off first, eagerly stroking his appropriately sized dick as she laughed.
"Geez you could at least wait until he's-" she paused, then looked behind her as he shivered and promptly creamed his geez… "Ah. Well, alright. Come here." she grabbed the cheery fellow and rested his feet on her legs, getting his cock level with her mouth as she held him level as he balanced on her legs. Her mouth wrapped easily around his dick and his balls, slurping loudly as he howled happily, holding onto her head and throwing his hips into her mouth. "Mmgh! Mmgh!"
He buried his cock into her mouth again and again, wrapping around her head and trying to resist swinging his hips at her face. But she was made of stronger stuff, slurping loudly on him as he bounced off her face. "Mmgh-mmgh…" she smirked up at him as the others kept playing, but she kept sucking. Soon, the little guy was throwing himself at her head, and shot a surprisingly large load into her mouth for a guy his size.
"Mmnn…! Mmn-SLURP!" The sound echoed around the room as she popped off, "Ah!" His appropriate for his size dick slipped from her mouth as she opened her mouth and showed him how much he unloaded in their before her lips sealed shut and she swallowed it down. "Mmn! Ahhh…" tongue lolling out of her empty mouth as he went limp. "Hey-oh!" she shot upright and tossed the poor dope onto the couch, "Alright. 2 down, 5 left. Who's next?" she asked as they blinked at her. Then the jovial one stopped playing and waddled over her, leaving his pants behind him.
"Ooooh!" he happily grabbed at her body, stuffing his stubby fingers into her pussy, like he was trying to deliver an uppercut to her pussy. Pumping his hand into the air like he was at a rave.
"Mmn… Alright Tubby, come here." she reached down, grabbed his heavy body and pulled him and his erection into her like a large doll with a dildo attached.
"YES!" he sighed happily, hooking his legs around her thighs and rapidly hopping away, holding onto her torso. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
She finally did him a solid and dropped to her knees with a loud thump on the carpet. Standing on them, he could put his feet to the floor and rapidly thrust into her. Naturally, though, once the dam had broken, the water came pouring in. Leaving poor, messy Shylock on the couch the rest of them suddenly swarmed Big Barda's big body… well, except for the sleepy one who appeared to flop off his seat face down to the floor and promptly started snoring. The one with allergy's swung up behind her, sliding his cock immediately into her ass… considering they were all 'appropriately sized', she didn't really mind but it would've been nice if she asked… instead she just laughed as they swarmed her, banging away at her body like a pack of horny monkeys on coke.
Her hands reached out and grabbed the last two guys around their dicks, rubbing her palms on their shaft and tickling their sacks, pulling them closer as they dry humped her body, "Ha-aah…" rolling her head back as they pumped, rubbed, squeezed, and groped. "Oooh!"
"MMGH! ACHOO!!" They had pulled her backward, and she toppled over onto him, bucking up beneath her body and slamming into her ass with the tubby one pounding away on top of her.
"You okay down there-MMGH?" she moaned as the cranky one slid his dick into her mouth, "Mmgh! Mmgh! Mmgh! Ah…" tongue lolling as she pulled the older dick to her mouth. "Mmgh! Mmgh!" stroking off the grumpy one as the other two pumped into her body… when suddenly the happy one pulled out of her. "Mmmn? Ah!" she pulled away just in time as he cheered, shooting his ropes across her stomach. "Huh." The angry one slipped from her grip before immediately shoving the panting tubby one aside and rushing into her body. "Mmn!" she moaned, about to attend to the older one, but then the sleepy one suddenly threw himself onto her face like a cat trying to wake her up in the morning. "Mmgh?! Mmn!"
Sleepily dry humping her face, clutching to her chest with his pawing hand,s only for the older one, she assumed it was the older one, straddled her chest and pushed them together, pumping between her cleavage as she moaned into the crotch of the dozy, tired one who was lethargically pumping her face. Yeah she didn't feel like a slow face fucking…
She grabbed his waist and pumped him rapidly on her face. He moaned dazedly as she had him move his hips rapidly. "Ugh! Mmgh!" the grumpy one groaned and pulled out of her as the sleepy one quickly busted in her mouth. She pushed him off her face, lifting her head to see the older one wildly rubbing between her breasts. She sat up and grabbed him.
"Ah?! Oooh!" wrapping her lips around his tip as she pulled him from her chest. "Oooh!"
"Mmn! Mnn! Mmn…" rapidly slurping on him as he moaned louder.
"Ahaaah!" gasping as he shot out his load. She sucked on his tip as she noticed the angry one furiously stroking his cock, pre-cum oozing from his tip as she turned her head and wrapped out it.
"Suck! Suuuuck! Fuck…" he held her head, dumping in his load as she chuckled. "UUGH!" shivering wildly as he dumped in his load.
"Mmnh-mhn… Mn?" she blinked, rolling her hips as her cheeks bulged… then she rolled off the one with allergies. Slipping out of her ass, he sat up, as she got onto her hands and knees.
"Aah! Ah! AH!" he gasped, stroking himself, head rolling back, she wrapped her lips around his tip, and slurped "CH-!" The dope, the cheerful one, and the older one all grabbed his head and turned it. "CHOO!" mercifully missing sneezing on her head as he promptly spurted in her mouth. "oooh…"
"SLURP!" she sucked off his length only to be immediately met with the young one, the tubby one, and the older one again, she opened her mouth showing off the pool of gooey loads before all three shoot across her lips, nose and face, spraying into her mouth with a bukkake as took their shots then pushed herself up and sat on her legs. "Ahhhh…" moaning loudly, she garbled and bubbled the loads, tongue swirling around and sloshing about. Before her mouth closed, she tilted her head beck. "Mmhg! Aaah…" sighing loudly with and empty hole before running her finger over the mess, then made, and her abs, scooping up loads and slurping it off her fingers. "Ah… Mmn… SLURP… aaah…" licking herself clean and preening like a cat as the young guy furiously and greedily stroked himself…
He was honestly the only one who appeared to still be… functional. Everyone else seemed as tired as the sleepy one passed out on the floor. Well, also poor Shylock, who seemed highly irritated that he creamed his jeans. "Guys…" he whined, "I said no strippers, you know what they do to me."
"She's not a stripper." 4 of the 6 said together as Big Barda sighed, the little guy was grinding on her like a horny dog, smiling happily up at her as he kept grinding on her leg. She ignored him; it's not the first time she had a guy grinding on her like this…
...Hell, it's not even her first 'depraved dwarf'.
"Which way's the bathroom boys?" she asked as they pointed. Horny dwarf pumping hard at her leg.
They all pointed in a general direction, even the sleeping one, face down on the floor. And with a grunting little man on her leg she wandered towards the bathroom, feeling him spurting on her leg like a horny dog. He drooled and licked her leg as she stepped into the tub, swinging the curtain shut. "...Are you just going to dry hump me the whole time?" he moaned happily as she shrugged. "Okay." She turned the water on, freezing cold, and started to wash. She could take a cold shower; she had FOUR BROTHERS... heat was a miracle before she got her own place.
Horny squealed and shivered under the water, and once he finally let her leg go, she grabbed him and tossed him out on his skinny but and went back to washing herself. Sleek, shiny, and not smelling like a group of tiny men pumped loads of cum into and onto her, Big Barda strutted seductively out of the bathroom and back into the living room, where she found them with clothes on and playing their music again. Also Shylock had changed his pants from jeans to shorts. Once she appeared, however, they actually clapped.
"Thank you. Thank you. I'll be in Gotham… well, I'll be in Gotham." she said with a shrug, and looked around. "...Where are my clothes?" They looked around. Then the oldest groaned.
"Where's Stu?" They looked around and she realized there were missing one.
"I'll get him." mumbled the grumpy one, stomping away. "Stu! You better not be doing what we think you're doing!" she sighed loudly then rolled her eyes as Shylock avoided her gaze.
"...Is he always like that?"
"He's shy." said the jovial fellow with a chuckle. She frowned at that, then rolled her eyes.
"...Nobody tell Whitney that I cheated on her," he moaned as Big Barda scoffed.
"You didn't cheat on anyone you creamed your jeans." she said lazily, "That's not cheating." she replied, "Oh. Right." she looked around, "Who's paying?" she said as the Jovial fellow patted his pockets, and seemed to magically produce a roll of bills with a big smile on his face. "Now all I need is my clothes and…"
"About that." Grump came back, holding the superbabe's bag, filled with stained clothes. "...So…"
She sighed and snatched the bag from his hand, before finding the closet and the complementary bathrobe that came with the room. Luckily it was half her size. "Okay… so now it costs extra to clean the clothes," she said, one hand out and putting on her skates expertly with the other. Stu managed to show up, not wearing pants, and the rest of the boys glared at him, and he realized that… he needed to run. Chased by 5 others back deeper into the hotel room.
The Jovial one finally seemed less jovial, but he produced another wad of cash, "Here you go."
"Thanks. Is he going to be okay?"
"Yeah, happens all the time." she stared at him.
"...you should probably shouldn't let that happen."
"We're working on it." he noted sheepishly, watching her glide across the floor in her skates and heading out. "Bye!" he waved as the sounds of fighting echoed out.
Big Barda walked down the hallway, making sure her robe was closed tightly. Last thing she needed was to be accused of streaking… again. And yes… they didn't stop her from taking the robe.
Time: 1:07 PM. Place: Gotham (Smulders Apartment)
Big Barda walked up her steps in her skates, rolled to her front door. She had gotten back to the restaurant, dropped everything off, tossed her clothes into the wash, and finally rolled back home. Intending to spend the rest of her day just hanging out with her little brother. She slipped her key into the lock and easily opened it up. "I'm back." she announced.
"Hey. Becca." Danny replied in greeting.
"Sup Rebecca."
"God damn it, why are you here?" Rebecca snapped angrily, rolling her eyes as she rolled into her apartment, instantly recognizing the voice of the unexpected guest. Ashley was lounging on the couch next to her little brother, and they were watching ponies together.
"What? I can't come over and hang out with my best friend?"
"First of all, you don't have friends. You have people you annoy, and they tolerate you." Rebecca took off her skates.
"She's totally your friend." Danny replied with an unintentionally charming smile.
"Second of all, I wasn't even home," Rebecca replied and stretched, promptly installing herself between the two on the couch. Knocking them apart with her shapely behind and stretching her arms on the back of it with a sigh. "...Seriously, what are you here for?"
"I'll have you know I invited the far superior and better-looking Smulders to lunch. But we had to wait…" Ashley said, standing up and grabbing Danny. "Left you a present in your room." Rebecca scowled at her. "Be back in an hour," she then dragged a compliant and amused Danny to the door.
"What?" Rebecca snapped angrily. "Danny!"
"Sorry, Rebecca, I lost at blackjack." he said with an 'awe shucks' attitude and promptly walked out of the apartment. "I'll bring you back some desert!"
"I told you not to play-" she paused. "Poker." she rolled her eyes. They couldn't hear her anymore, so at least they couldn't point out that they played blackjack, not poker. She got up, and shut her front door, and was about to hit her kitchen for a beer when she paused. "...Wait…" she sighed, "She better not have left a mess in my bedroom…"
She was certain that the more extreme things she could've done in her bedroom were left undone because she had been here with Danny… but she still needed to check. Once she opened her bedroom door, though. "Auntie Becca!" Little Fi, Ashley's beloved niece, leaped from her bed, where there were plenty of pony toys now occupying it, and into Rebecca's quickly reacting arms.
"Fi? What are…" she frowned, and quickly her brain made all the connections. Ashley's Danny sense had tingled; she came to do… whatever it is she does when left alone with Danny. But she also had to babysit Fiona. "Oh-ho-ho…" she laughed ominously, "...Well. this calls for some revenge later," she noted, but she promptly lifted Little Fi in one arm. "Well. Looks like I'm babysitting you Fi. What do you want to do?"
"Oh! Story! Story time!" she said excitedly.
"Alright. Story time it is. What story do you want me to tell you? Hansel and Gretel?" Classic, usually with extra candy. "Little Fi Firehood?" which was little red riding hood but with Fi in the starring role. "Batman vs Dracula?" That one was just obvious.
"Snow White!" she said excitedly as Rebecca laughed and they dropped onto the couch together, still watching ponies. "Extra magic and ponies!"
"Snow White and the Seven Little Ponies it is!" said Rebecca, and she opened her mouth, paused, and pouted.
"Auntie Becca?" Little Fi asked concerned as Rebecca shook off the weird feeling
"...Sorry. I got sidetracked. I had a sudden case of Deja vu." She'll explain deja vu to Little Fi another time… and will NEVER tell her the story of Big Barda and the Seven Dwarves.
End
...I wish I could say this one wrote itself... but once it was in my head I committed. Anyway. The votes are in. Arwa, Divya and Britney got the most votes on Questionable Question and Hentai Foundry. So once I get around to it I'll start up that catered party as soon as I can :)