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"Hey, want to make some quick cash?" Catwoman (I) had abruptly dropped that question on her late one shift at Superbabes. The beautiful (B) Vixen was casually reading a magazine that for once wasn't adorned with Lucious Lucia Lopez or sexy cowgirl Tina Williams, but Lindsey Smirnoff. And she was looking just as confused at getting a picture taken of her for a magazine as Orders was at finding it.
It was also all in Russian, and Vixen couldn't read any of the articles, but Lindsey and the other Russian girls looked nice… anyway, back to other sexy girls.
"You know that's the same sentence that got me started in this business…" Vixen replied, sultrily looking over the magazine at her friend dressed as a sexy fetishized cat burglar, and closed the magazine. "Alright, whose dick am I sucking?"
"No dick sucking required." Catwoman replied casually, but after a moment she conceded absently, "…I mean if you WANT to do that, I'm sure you could, I mean who'd say 'no' to a dick sucking from you…. But as of right now, this proposal is officially no dick sucking or fucking required."
"Alright…" Vixen smiled at her with a playful eyeroll, "Just get to it already, what is it?"
"Well, remember those black and white photos of you and Jae-hwa?"
"Mmn-hmmn." Vixen replied casually, "My ass getting displayed in several galleries is hard to forget." She noted, granted her FACE wasn't on display… but it would be hard not to see her ass next to any of those pictures and not make the connection. "What, need some more already?"
"No, I'm good for a while, anyway, this isn't about me making your ass into art, but other people. One of the gallery owners whom I talk to frequently also runs a sculpture garden." She reached into her catsuit and pulled out a strip of paper with a hastily scrolled down number, address, and name. 'Bourgeois,' she handed the paper to Vixen, who smiled somewhat warmly.
"A sculpture garden?"
"It's basically an open gallery for statues." Said Catwoman, "It's not for me, but hey, I need to know these things." She said proudly, "It's called Sarpedon- That's not important, I'm getting off track." She waved her hands and tried to get back on track. "Anyway, my friend says that this guy?" she tapped the paper in Vixen's hand, "Is some BIG sculptor guy from Europe and he's in the States looking for inspiration and saw one of our pictures."
"Uh huh." Vixen laughed, "So what is Jae-Hwa unavailable?"
"I haven't asked her, but if you don't want to do it, I might." Catwoman replied with a shrug, "It's not a BAD job to get paid for, sit around, read a book, let him sculpt your ass in marble…"
"Oh, you're serious," Vixen replied, somewhat surprised, and Catwoman just laughed.
"Well, yeah, why wouldn't I be? Anyway, if you're interested, give her a call and they'll make arrangements… or give it to Jae-Hwa if you're not." Vixen glanced at the address, the number, and the name. Then raised an eyebrow at Catwoman.
"…So he wants me as a model?"
"He was interested in the girls in the photos and wanted to put one of them into sculpted form."
"Uh-huh, I've heard that line before," Vixen replied with her usual sultry charm as Catwoman shrugged. "Though usually it's 'plastered'..." like her ass after an orgy.
"Again, if you don't want the work, give it to Jae-Hwa. All you got to really do is sit around and look pretty, you're doing that right now."
"You say the sweetest things." Vixen teased, however.
"Speaking of which, quit sitting around looking pretty, go walk around looking pretty, it's what I PAY you for." Orders snapped from her counter as the beautiful Vixen got to her feet and her thick chocolatey ass jiggled in her suit as she walked out onto the floor with Catwoman, casually slipping the piece of paper into the pocket of her suit and not thinking about it until she took it off much later that night and called it
The person she talked to sounded young, but they were very polite, giving her the details. Eccentric European Sculptor simply titled 'Bourgeois'. She wasn't in the loop of the art world, so that meant nothing to her. But apparently he's some big league guy… he liked what he saw, obviously, and wanted to carve her in marble just like Yaya told her he did…
So she spent the day resting and drove to the fashion district, close to the water, as apparently Bourgeois will not carve from ANY marble except Greek… he was apparently classical like that. So they needed access to the water to literally ship in tons of rock for him. She arrived at a grungy building with the sound of water gurgling nearby in the river as she walked up to the door of the building on 725 Finger Street, three stories tall with secured windows and doors.
Dressed in TIGHT jeans, squeezing her thick lower body, sneakers, and a tight red top with a deep V-neck, which on her was more like a U-neck, exposing her voluptuous chest to the cool Gotham air as she walked up to the front door, raised her hand and knocked loudly.
Time: 6:49 PM. Place: Fashion District (Studio loft)
It took a second, but a sliding peephole opened up, a pair of eyes glancing at her pretty face and her cleavage. She smiled and waved coyly. "Hey, Baby." Her catchphrase, of course, had to be said. "Somebody order a model?"
He stared at her, then slammed the peephole closed and opened the door. A Towering blonde man wearing a mechanic's jumpsuit stood in front of her, with bulging arms and a veiny neck, a military crew cut, and a body like a young Arnold Stallone. She'd say German… but could be anywhere from central Europe. But she had an inkling he wasn't Bourgeois. Another, equally tall and broad man in a similar uniform approached, glancing at her studiously; he was also a young Arnold Stallone, but with dark hair.
"…Did I get the wrong spot?"
"No. I believe you're in the right spot." A handsome black man pushed the two towering walls of muscle aside. He was significantly nicer, dressed, groomed, and didn't smell like sweat and beer. "I'm Cliffton." He said, "I believe we talked on the phone Ms-"
"Vixen." Vixen said quickly, and he looked confused for a moment. Then pulled a PDA from his suit pocket, glancing it over and seemed to concede the point.
"…Ms. Vixen. Come in, please. Don't mind them. Bourgeois hired them for muscle and for protection.
"An artist needs protection?" Vixen replied with a smile as he looked at her.
"…This is GOTHAM." He said, and she had to concede the point. "Anyway." He said, leading her deeper into the building towards a large freight elevator… There were small pebbles of marble on the floor. "Just a few ground rules. My employer will be referred to as Bourgeois. Not, Sir, pops, old man or any colloquial term… unless you want to be thoroughly degraded and yelled at for hours on end, and I'm sure you'd rather not waste everyone's time."
"Sure, baby." She said, seeming like she wasn't listening but taking in every word as they entered the elevator together.
"You may listen to music on headphones, or otherwise occupy yourself, but I suggest you keep one ear 'unplugged'. He noted, "If you make him repeat himself three times in a row, he just might throw something at you. You will be compensated for hazard pay as we discussed." She noted. "Do not mention marmalade, his second ex-wife, or Plastic Man at him at any point." He said, "…Or we all won't hear the end of it until next June."
She stared at him for a moment and chuckled seductively, "Sounds like a barrel of laughs…"
"He's actually a very generous boss if you can deal with the eccentricities. I've worked for him for ten years. Longest assistant he's had." Cliffton then inserted a key into the Elevator and twisted it. The doors closed, and it SLOWLY began to rise up… agonizingly slow. "…So." He said after a long, awkward pause. For a three-story building, this freight elevator was taking forever. "…I'm told you were discovered in some… photographs?"
"My ass is quite popular in this city." She said casually as he cleared his throat, but kept his composure. "You might say it's the Best Ass in Gotham." She turned and posed, showing off her deliciously thick chocolate ass in her tight jeans, flexing her cheeks and smirking as he got his fill, but politely looked away.
"…It is very nice." He said, and she laughed.
"Well nice enough for some eccentric sculptor to want to immortalize it in marble." She said knowingly. "…how long is this going to take, by the way?" he was silent, and she frowned. "…Well?"
"Sorr,y I was trying to calculate…" he sighed, then looked her in the eyes. "…He will want to roughly hew the marble of you… Depending on the size of the rock he's working with. Small statuettes could take a week, massive or large sculptures could take anywhere from a month to a year." She stared at him.
"…Hold up. I can't sit on this ass for a whole year. My boss will kill me. And then you. And YOUR boss... plus the guys downstairs, and they will HARDLY slow her down…"
"Oh, I assure you, we won't take up a great deal of your time. He'll work on the overall design tonight, and we'll take photos from every angle so that we won't need you to always be here, unless there's a monumental change…" The elevator door FINALLY opened to a large studio with multiple polished marble sculptures, from abstract to classic Greek, even intricate columns. There was powder and chunks of marble everywhere… a collection of tools from classic chisels to sanders and some sort of jackhammer… and there was a stool in the center of the room, set up on a dais surrounded by mirrors, and unfinished blocks of marble as tall as she was… "Which…leads me to a bit of caution." Cliffton noted.
"…Caution?"
"Bourgeois will sculpt you… But there's a very good chance he won't be able to decide on HOW he wants to sculpt you. Don't be alarmed if he… resets in the middle of working." She raised an eyebrow at that. "You can put your things there." He said, pointing to one of the ONLY clean spots in the studio. "I'll go fetch him."
Cliffton walked away, and up a set of stairs in the far corner of the room that led to an office, he knocked twice then entered without prompting as Vixen put her purse down on the table… then after a moment of thought she took off her sneakers and socks before strutting casually across the dusty floor leaving footprints behind her as she sat on the stool.
"You!" she blinked and looked up, 'meeting' Bourgeois for the first time. He was a short older man barely taller than Jenny and in his sixties at least, he had a manic look in his dark brown eyes and his long stringy hair and wrinkled skin were white but not because that was his skin tone he was just COVERED, permanently, in marble dust from the look of it, it poofed off his body with each cautious step down the stairs followed by Cliffton who was waving his hand in the air to brush away the cloud of marble dust he naturally left behind him.
She smiled at him sultrily, raised her hand, and waved in her usual manner. "Hey Baby…" she said as Cliffton looked at her like she IMMEDIATELY committed a dreadful sin. Bourgeois, however, ignored her alleged faux pas, grabbed her waist, and turned her around. She faced Cliffton with a knowing smile as Bourgeois stared directly at her ass, his rather crooked nose INCHES from her jeans as he continued to stare, she glanced over her shoulder at him. Then back at Cliffton, before shrugging causally…
This was actually quite normal for her ass… especially once Bourgeois started openly fondling it, running his hands over her jean-covered booty. He gripped it firmly and shook it. "Sir-" Cliffton sighed, but Vixen waved a dismissive hand. This was also quite normal for her ass. Bourgeois soon let go.
"Good." He declared eagerly, and surprisingly DIDN'T smack her ass as he turned away. "Sit on the stool." He ordered, and she sat her thick ass on the stool with a soft creak of wood. The surrounding mirrors covered every inch of her as he approached a hunk of marble waiting for him. It was a little over a foot tall and half as thick. "Cliffton, my tools!" he ordered as Cliffton rushed to the tool table, and Vixen realized it was on wheels, he loudly rolled it over to Bourgeois. Coming to a sudden stop beside the old artist as he STARED at the marble, her ass molding against the stool as she crossed her legs, pulled out her phone… and casually started listening to gaming reviews…
She WOULD have brought her GSP if the battery didn't blow up… not exploding, it literally blew up like a balloon and was told it wasn't safe… not remotely the point. She was about 20 minutes into a podcast about how once again about how Cogcase's CEO is opening his mouth to vomit up bullshit when suddenly.
"Fan-CULO!" The slightly carved block of marble was suddenly hurtling through the shattering like shrapnel against the wall. Vixen, having been around Rosa, Lori, and Lucy long enough to know of SOME Spanish, only heard culo.
"Sorry Baby what about my culo?" but Bourgeois started ANGRILY chattering in rapid Italian as she watched him pace a trail of footprints back and forth in the marble dust. She then noticed the shattered statue before looking at Cliffton, who could only shrug. "HEY!" she shouted, and the old artist ANGRILY turned on her but said nothing. "What's the problem, Baby?" she said, calm and casual as he seemed to seethe, but oddly enough NOT at her or Cliffton, it was a sort of rage only one could get when frustrated with themselves.
"I am not feeling it! I'm not FEELING it! I need more!" he declared angrily, pacing again as Cliffton went and grabbed a NEW block of marble from a stack in the corner of the studio. There was so much marble dust on the wall that the stack itself was camouflaged against it.
"…Want to feel my ass again?"
"NO!" he replied grumpily
…Well that's not the word that usually comes after she asks that question.
"It needs to be more raw! Pure!" he shouted, "That was SHIT!" he declared, pointing to the destroyed half-finished block. She frowned thoughtfully and hopped off the stool.
"Raw and pure, huh?" She put her phone down and unbuckled her jeans. She ran her thumbs around the waistline, pushing and wiggling her hips out of her jeans and pushing them to the floor, bending in half, so her thick black ass and her bright red T-back thong could be seen by both men in the room… the Mirrors ALSO help with displaying it. She stepped out of her jeans. Bourgeois stared thoughtfully at her flexible display and her freed ass cheeks as she kicked her jeans up into the air, catching them.
"I did not expect this today." Cliffton declared, only for her to throw her jeans on his face like a coat rack, before grabbing her top and yanking it off just as he pulled it away, tossing the shirt into his arms.
"Put those over there for me, will you?" she said, only in her underwear as she ran her thumbs into and teasingly pulled, dancing in place as the underwear stretched and wiggled. "…On or off, baby?" she asked sultrily, swiveling her hips sensually as she tugged the sturdy strings. Bourgeois stroked his dusty chin.
"…Off." He said. It was a decision that she could tell wasn't made with any sexual intent behind it. It was practical; if she was already going to be mostly naked, why bother with the thong? She smirked and peeled off her underwear before shooting it like a slingshot across the room to join the rest of her clothes. She then grabbed her phone and SLAMMED her thick black ass onto the VERY happy stool.
"Alright, Baby. How about now?" she said casually as Bourgeois stared at her.
"…I can feel something." He said, even if he didn't sound so convinced and was clearly talking artistically, but he started chiseling the new block of Marble as Cliffton rejoined him, staring at Vixen's beautiful naked body thoughtfully.
"You didn't have to take off your clothes." He noted as she smirked, not looking up.
"Baby, he picked me out after looking at my bare ass in photos… let's not make a big deal out of it." She crossed her thick legs and went back to listening to the dumpster fire at Cogcase. "It's not my first nude modelling…" she added with a smirk, focusing on her phone. But it didn't last much longer, barely 10 minutes.
"Scheiße!" Bourgeois declared angrily, but before he could HURL the marble block away, Vixen spoke up.
"What's wrong now, Baby?" she said calmly as he began to rant ANGRILY in German. She sighed, putting down her phone and uncrossing her legs. "You better not throw that block." She said seconds before he could hurl it across the room. He put it back down childishly.
"It feels wrong! Unnatural!" he declared bitterly. "I need! I need! NATURE! More natural!" he was so mad, the words were hard for him to organize properly.
"She's already naked, how more natural can she get?" Cliffton snarked; however, he quickly clamped up as Bourgeois glared at him. Apparently, SHE could get away with breaking the 'rules' but not Cliffton.
...It's obviously because she's unbelievably hot.
"She feels plain! Boring! Sitting on that stool doing NOTHING! LIKE a WALLFLOWER at the prom!" The very word wallflower made him foam up spit angrily, as if it were a curse. Vixen stared at him as he started ranting again, but she stood off the stool and turned around…
Well, if he wanted her to be more… 'natural', this was the way to do it, rested her hands on the back of her head and started to CLAP rapidly. CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP the thunderous almost celebratory applause of her booty echoed around the studio and silenced Bourgeois with GREAT interest, she then leaned over the stool, grabbing it with her arms holding her up like pillars before she began to swing her ass around, bending her knees, and making it clap as she DANCED erotically, twerking skillfully before shooting up and wildly swinging her hips with spasming jerks like she was instigating a tribal dance. Shaking her hips side to side, her ass cheeks drumming together in thunderous claps before she leaned further down onto the stool, resting her elbows on the wood and continuing to shake her ass at them.
"…What are you doing?" Cliffton asked, looking like he was trying EXTREMELY hard not to drool, and he was fidgeting awkwardly.
"He said more natural: THIS is more natural for me." She said seductively, still shaking her thick black ass as Bourgeois started. Bouncing on her heels and shaking her ass. "The only way it could be MORE natural is if I'm squatting down…" she squatted down on her heels, holding the stool as if for balance, but she didn't need it, her ass cheeks flexing enticingly. "And sucking on a dick."
Did she NEED to suck a dick? No… but she could tell where this was going to go… or at least she was just being honest with herself. Pouting her lips over her shoulder, before opening her mouth and extending her tongue, swirling it around her lips as she reached around with her hand and SMACKED her ass. It echoed around the studio, off the mirrors and the marble as the two men stared at her. She smirked knowingly as her tongue slid SLOWLY and INVITINGLY around her lips.
"Is that so?" Bourgeois said slowly, watching her ass cheeks ripple like it was the new hit show on Gotham Public Access. "Cliffton."
"Yes, sir."
"Take your pants off and go put your pecker in her mouth."
"…WHAT?" It took him a minute to register what Bourgeois said as Vixen chuckled, hands still on the stool and tongue lolling from her mouth, curling invitingly at him as his pants pulsated.
"Well, I can't, I'm busy!" Bourgeois said bluntly, as if it was obvious, and he picked up his chisel. "Get over there!" Vixen curled her tongue invitingly, as Cliffton blinked between her and his boss… who just told him to take his pants off and stick his dick in her mouth.
"Better do what he says." Vixen declared sultrily, her ass cheeks now alternatingly twerking up and down. Cliffton's brain seemed to be utterly exploding in confusion…
…BUUUUUT the prospect of getting his dick SUCKED by a woman with quite literally, the best ass he's seen in Gotham… was just too good an opportunity to pass up. He fiddled with his belt almost mechanically, but soon he was getting far more into it. His pants hit the floor, a cloud of marble dust wafted away like the ripples in a disturbed lake, and his 10-inch black DICK throbbing toward Vixen's pretty lips like a dowsing rod.
"Oooh…" her tongue danced under his wobbling tip, while she kept her ass wobbling. "Mmn…" she wrapped her lips briefly around his tip, slurped LOUDLY so it echoed around the studio with a wet pop that made his cock vibrate.
"Oh my god-"
"Shut up! I'm concentrating!" he declared. Cliffton covered his mouth, trying not to make a sound as Vixen puffed on his tip like she was trying to smoke a pipe.
"Mmn…mmn…" She then slid her lips down over his glans, inch by inch, taking his dick with each slow, deliberate stroke of her lips down his shaft until she kissed the base of it. "Mmn. Mmn." Her head kept bobbing, her ass kept wobbling all the while Bourgeois chiseled away at the foot-long marble block… everything was going good. Her lips were sloppily drooling on Cliffton's BBC, her moans vibrating around the studio with his cock in her mouth. Her eyes gazing unblinkingly up at him as her head moved up and down, up and down. A steady unbroken pace of sensual pleasure as her tongue DANCED on Cliffton's cock, writhing side to side in her mouth as she slurped LOUDLY, pulling up to the tip and-
"UGH!" he grabbed onto the Stool as she froze and felt him pumping a hot load into her mouth.
"MMN!" her eyes widened briefly as he blew his load towards the back of her mouth, her tongue dancing beneath his quivering length as shivered and groaned, grabbing tightly to the stool to stop himself from falling over, but it didn't stop his 10-inch dick from going soft and slipping from her warm mouth onto her hand like it was a monetary tip he was giving her. She sloshed his cum in her mouth, showing it to him as her tongue swirled like a blender. Then her mouth closed and she gulped it down… but his cock barely responded to her cum swallowing casualness
"Aaah…" she moaned with a cock vibrating purr, that did nothing to stiff a gasping Cliffton… who quickly was REMINDED that they weren't the only to in the room.
"HOVNO!" he shouted angrily, staring at a relatively crude carving of her body. Stil,l it was impressive what he managed to do in just a few minutes of cock sucking… but he was suddenly cursing in a new language VIOLENTLY as she glanced at him.
"…What language is that?"
"Czech."
"How many does he speak?" she asked casually, stroking his flaccid dick as if this was all perfectly normal…
It was. For her.
"Seven that I know of." Said Cliffton, "But I'm suspicious that he only knows how to angrily rant in four or five of them."
"UUUGH!!" Bourgeois grabbed the marble block, which actually had SOME of her shape.
"Don't you throw that…" she said as firmly as she was stroking Cliffton's dick. The old artist growled and firmly placed it back on the table. "What's wrong NOW, Baby?" she asked as he growled angrily.
"I do not feel the passion." He said angrily, staring at the sculpture instead of her ass. "It doesn't feel complete! It should feel natural! I want you to be normal! What is expected of you! To transfer your natural state into the stone!"
Vixen gave Cliffton a couple more strokes and then chuckled. "Oh well, if that's the cas,e then I'm going to need a white boy." She said as they blinked down at her, and it was Bourgeois' turn to go-
"...What?"
"I'm going to need a white guy…" she said sultrily, casually, normally… she was white boy kryptonite, she knew what she was about. Or at least what was expected of her. "That's usually how this goes." She said knowingly, "So… want to have a little fun, Baby?" he stroked his chin again and was silent for a LONG time watching her swiveling her thick, chocolatey ass as she squatted on her heels, twerking distractingly.
"Cliffton have the hirelings bring up a Pillar." He ordered as Cliffton blinked, surprised.
"Are you sure?"
"HAVE THE HIRELINGS BRING UP A PILLAR! DUMKOPF!" Cliffton quickly scrambled away from the sultry Vixen who licked her lips and stood up, ass wobbling with her subtle movements as he went to his PDA. Vixen said nothing and waited as Bourgeois stared at the smaller statue, it was several minutes before the elevator finally opened, and the two men from downstairs drove a small forklift in. A block of Marble on a wooden pallet. The 'pillar' was about five feet tall and half as wide. However, they were only REALLY concerned with the beautiful naked woman with her thick black ass molded against the stool, waving coyly at them as they put the 'pillar' of marble down with the tongs of the tiny forklift and drove it back into the elevator. "Warten." The two men hesitated and took the opportunity to drink in the sexy… "Willst du Sex mit ihr haben?" the old man pointed at Vixen.
The two men stared at Bourgeois with a curious look on their burly faces. Before answering him together. "Jawohl."
"Dann machen Sie sich an die Arbeit" he replied casually, and apparently, they didn't need nearly as much convincing as Cliffton to fuck the hot black woman offering semi-free blowjobs. They practically ripped their jumpsuits off their muscular bodies before surrounding her with raging 7-inch dicks on either side. She slid off the stool, squatting on her knees as she took either of them in her hands and stroked them slowly before taking the left one into her mouth.
"Mmgh! Mmn…" twisting her head up and down as he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her up and down faster and faster as she chuckled, bouncing on her heels as she threw her head up and down on his cock. "Aah…" she pulled abruptly off his shaft, leaving it soaking and twitching before turning her head to start slurping on the other. "Mmn! Mmn! Mmn!" sliding his cock into her throat over and over, her hands sliding down to fondle their heavy sacks as she swapped on their cocks, back and forth, twisting her head so fast as she hungrily sucked dick that she almost gave her whiplash.
But her passionate cock sucking was having an effect on Bourgeois. Who, with casual glances towards his burly laborer bodyguards surrounding the beautiful woman, began to run his hands over the marble as if it were Vixen's ass, then grabbed his chisel and hammer and stated casually, tapping away, cackling excitedly.
"Oh JA…" groaned the bodyguard in her right hand, the blonde, reaching down and smacking her thick black ass HARD, his hand sinking gloriously into her pliable booty as she chuckled. He grabbed her arm, pulling her up from the floor and pushing her over the stool. She grabbed onto it as he smacked her ass again, holding onto her waist and sliding into her body.
"Oh! YEAH baby…" his hands clapped her ass cheeks, the stool rocking back and forth as his hips crashed against her thick black ass. "Oh! Oooh! Oh…" she giggled as the other stood in front of her now and rested his hand on the back of her head and pulled her back to his cock. "Mmgh! Mmgh!" Holding her head and waist, they pushed and pulled into her, bucking their hips hard into her spitroasted body. "Mmgh! Mmgh!" twisting her head up and down his cock, gazing up at him with beautiful brown eyes, smirking knowingly as his dick slid in and out of her lips, but it was the one behind her, smacking her ass with hips and hands, who came first.
"Oh! GOTT!" she gasped, burying his cock into her body as she threw her head off the cock in her mouth and grinned, swinging her hips behind her, ass cheeks vibrating.
"YEAH Baby fill that pussy up…" she snarled seductively through her teeth, before brushing them with the cock at her lips. "Mmn… that's good pussy…" she giggled, squeezing his spurting girth before he pulled slowly out of her. "Mmn…" tongue sliding on his shivering member, but he pulled away, grabbing her arm, he yanked her upright before they started DRUMMING dat ass. "Oh!" swinging her hands on her beautiful ass. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! "Oh! You dirty boys, beating that black ass…" she laughed, bouncing on her heels as he grabbed her waist and shoved her up against the closest mirror. "MMGH!"
He roared, moaning and pumping away at her body as her ass bulged against the polished but still slightly dusty mirror, his cock slamming into her pussy as he lifted her legs, holding her in the air as he used her body to wipe the mirror down. "OH! Oh YEAH, tear that pussy up!" Her legs wrapped around his as her eyes rolled erotically up into her head. "Oh yeah, that's the good stuff, baby! That's the GOOD stuff! MGH!" he grabbed the mirror, holding tightly to it, and SLAMMED into her so hard her soft ass could've cracked it. "HARDER. HARDER. DEEPER…" she growled through clenched teeth. "Bust a fat fucking NUT in that PUSSY! OH FUCK…" she wiggled and danced against the Mirror, his hands hooking under her ass and pulling her away.
"Ah yeah…" she wiggled in his grip, glancing at the other powerful bodyguard and licking her lips. "Come on, baby. "Fuck that big black assssss." She hissed the word as he lustfully loomed up behind her. "You know what you want, baby. Fuck it. Fuck me." She growled, her words cracking like a whip as he slammed up into her ass. Her toes curled, her eyes rolled. "FUCK ME…" moaning as they slammed into her together. "Oh! FUCK! HARDER. Fuck me just like THAT…" she growled, clenching teeth and holes as she laughed. "Oh! OOOH that's what you LIKE that's what you WANT… fucking me in my phat ass!" she howled erotically, shaking as they pounded into her again. "Oh! Oh! FUCK ME!! Oh god! OH FUCK!!" Howling, she slapped the shoulders of the one in front of her. "OH FUCK!!" sheaking between them violently with a HUGE climax. "Oh! oOOH!" gasping, she shivered and spasmed as they buried their cocks into her, feeling them shooting their loads.
"Mmn! Mmmn…" she rubbed their muscles as they loosened their embrace on her, holes dripping with their cum she wiggled uncertainly on jelly legs before turning around and pushing the one who had been fucking her ass easily to the floor. "Do it AGAIN…" she growled as their cock eagerly stood to attention. As if it were her meta powers to get white dicks hard. She mounted him, hands on her chest, sliding him back into her gooey pussy before swinging her ass up and down.
Clap! Clap! Clap! When her cheeks opened and closed as she rode him. "Oh fuck YEAH…" the other one grabbed her waist as she licked her lips. "Want some too? Want some ass too, baby? OH!" he clapped her wobbling ass meat before sliding into her ass. "FUCK! YEAH! OH! OH GOD!" howling as they slammed into her, pounding away at her body, grabbing her and clinging to her with powerful calloused hands, hooking around her neck, slamming into her over and over as she drooled, eyes rolling in ecstasy as she snarled through her teeth… sounding like she was in pain but singing her praise of fucking.
"I love this fucking SHIT! I love it! Oh fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!!" hands smacking her ass, making her ride harder and faster, sinking into her ass flesh as she gasped in arousal madly SHRIEKING an orgasm. "Smack it, baby! Smack it! Smack my ass! Fuck it! USE IT! Make it clap! OH! Fuck! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Cumming! Cumming! FUCKING CUMMING!!" she squealed and shivered, vibrating wildly between them again as she came and tightened up. "FUUUUuccck." Hissing as they buried their cocks into her and soon joined her in orgasm. "Oh! Ooooh…" feeling them filling her up again as her toes curled and she clawed the one beneath her. "Oh FUUUCK." She giggled as they rubbed against her body, nuzzling like cats as she giggled seductively. "So AFFECTIONATE." She giggled, "…When you should just be using me until your balls are empty." She said lovingly, seductive, twitching inside her, they pulled out of her body and she crawled up to the closest mirror, leaning up against it, pushing her tits on the cold dusty reflection as if in rapturous worship as she gave them something to REALLY worship…
Dat ass.
It bounced deliberately up and down as she rested on her knees, gazing over her shoulder at them, clap clap went the cheeks as they, and even Cliffton, seemed to hypnotically obey the siren call of The Best Ass in Gotham… before delivering ropes of tithe across her ass cheeks like they were building a rope bridge. Thick gooey cum splattering her cheeks like her ass was a canvas that needed to be painted. She only smiled and kept twerking, her ass cheeks devouring their cum, chewing it like gum as she smirked.
"YES!!" Bourgeois declared in triumph. "That is it! That is what I want!" he declared as she finally stopped shaking her ass, although it took about 20 more seconds to stop wobbling. "Yes! Ja! SI!" ranting in multiple languages so much so that it sounded mostly like gibberish. "Cliffton! Pictures!" The hypnotic pull of Vixen's ass was broken over the three men who had shot thick globs of man goo onto it, and they quickly scrambled away to put their clothes back on.
"Yes! Yes right!" CLiffton almost got his cock stuck in his zipper pulling his pants back up and produced his PDA, aiming it at the wonderful body of Vixen, kneeling in front of the mirror with cum all over her big black ass, she smiled, stuck out her tongue seductively, and held up a 'V' on her right hand. Half a dozen pictures later, she stood up and strutted around casually with an ass covered in cum, the dust from Bourgeois was sticking to it… If she didn't get a shower soon, it was going to become concrete…
The last thing she needed was her soft, smackable ass to become solid. That's her money maker.
"Got them sir." He said, but Bourgeois was too enamored with the marble pillar that he was chipping away at with confidence, skill, and even a little grace… chunks dropping to the floor like tiny meteors.
"Baby, do you have a towel? Or a shower around here?" she asked as Cliffton blinked.
"There's one on the ground floor." He said as she stared at him, glanced at the elevator that had just shut with the forklift and the bodyguards inside it, and she turned her attention back to him.
"…Are there STAIRS?" she asked indignantly, and he realized what had happened
"Uh… yes, over there." He said, pointing to a clearly marked Exit sign, at least she wasn't climbing outside naked with a fire escape. She went downstairs, found a rather gross shower and bathroom, rinsed off, walked her sweet naked body back up the stairs to the studio… she had GREAT glutes, she hardly broke a sweat.
Once she got back into the loft, Bourgeois mostly ignored her, focusing on carving the marble with whatever tool he deemed necessary. Cliffton, however, met her with her clothes. "Here." He said, handing them to her as she took the hint and began putting them on. "I don't believe your services are needed at the moment."
"I bet, baby."
"If he needs you again, we'll call."
"Oh, they always need me again." She said jokingly as he cleared his throat. "Payment as discussed?"
"Oh yes. It'll be transferred to the account of your choosing." He said as she smiled.
"…And all the extra service?"
"…Pardon?"
"Baby, I'm a professional dick sucker." She said under her breath, "…By my count, I've sucked and fucked three dicks in the last few hours." Cliffton suddenly looked concerned as she smirked sultrily… but after letting him squirm for a good few minutes, she laughed and slapped his chest. "I'm just fucking with you!" she giggled playfully. "…First time's free, Baby." She whispered warningly with a wink. "…But next time it'll cost you."
Cliffton cleared his throat. "…Yes. Of Course, Ms. Vixen…" he noted as she prepared to head out.
"Alright, well, get in contact with me if he needs another look at my ass…"
"HALT" The clattering of metal on rock stopped for a moment, and she glanced around. Bourgeois put his tools down, staring notedly at her before grabbing the unfinished statuette. He approached her, glaring at her sternly, before he reached around and grabbed her ass, squeezing it firmly as she just smiled at him. "…I wanted to feel THAT again." He said, and for the first time, actually looked aroused at her body. She winked at him, and he handed her the marble statue. It was unfinished, but her shape in it was indistinguishable… it was amazing he managed it in such a short time.
She wasn't an art girl, and even she knew that.
She smiled, examined the statuette, before brushing his forehead with her lips, leaving a fresh print of them in the dust positively caking him, and suddenly she was wearing white lipstick. "Thank you, Baby." She winked as he immediately went back to working on the column. She carried the statuette out of the building, carefully putting it in the trunk of her car, and drove home without another word.
Time: 7:07 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Clunk.
The next day, Vixen brought the statuette into Orders' office and put it down in front of the purple-eyed boss. "Here you go, Orders." She said casually as Orders examined the statuette almost reverently.
"An unfinished Bourgeois…" she said softly, "Good work, Tasha. You have no idea how much money I can get for this to the right buyer."
"Thank Yaya, she's the one who gave me the number." Tasha said, sitting her THICK ass on Orders office desk and watching her boss caress the marble statue, her hands rolling over Marble Tasha's wide hips as she smirked. "…So exactly how much?"
"Enough to buy you a factory of Toggle Toos." Orders said dismissively, "…Whatever those are." She wasn't a gamer, but Tasha was.
"Shit, for real?" Tasha blinked, "No wonder you told me not to let him smash it."
"Well. It was hit or miss…" and after a second pause. "…on whether or not he hit or missed you, and I'd rather not take the chance he'd damage your pretty face when it COULD make me a great deal of money."
Ah, Orders… so generous with your greedy golden heart.
"…I get a cut of that particular sale, right?" Tasha asked after a second with a smile. Orders glowered at her. "…That's MY ass you're fondling there, boss." She noted as Orders sighed through her nose, pulling her hand away from the distinct shape on the statuette.
"…You're lucky you're one of my top girls." Orders noted, putting the statuette down on the shelf behind her. "…I'll let you know when I sell it." Tasha winked and sashayed her sweet black ass out of the office. "Enjoy your day off."
"My Gamestation is calling me…" Tasha waved and strutted out the back door straight to her car. "Maybe now I can afford Edgegrounds." She grumbled sarcastically before heading home.
End
Ooookay, next up according to my list is Livewire... but we'll see if it's Livewire... two popular booty girls in a row is mentally kind of taxing
To the german
Willst du Sex mit ihr haben? = Do you want to have sex with her.
Dann machen Sie sich an die Arbeit = Then get to it