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It was a quiet Gotham morning… that feels weird to say. Oh… that's because it's actually the afternoon. That feels even weirder.
The pair of beautiful Superbabes snored loudly in the bed as they jerked slightly, and bottles clinked loudly together as one fell off the bed. "Oh… GOD…" Huntress sat up, rubbing her pretty dark-haired head… she wore a threadbare white tank top and tight purple Speedos. "What the hell?" she mumbled, hooking her fingers into the Speedos and after a second… "These are not mine." She stated with a groan, "and… they don't fit." She added, noticing a slight color change in her legs, "Oh fuck." She mumbled, quickly shuffling off the bed, her foot landing on a bottle. "Oh FUCK!" gasping as she crashed to the floor onto her very sexy ass.
"What?! What… Ugh! My HEAD." Groaned Catwoman (II) as she sat up, wearing a white bra but black underwear. "She sat up and blinked around, "…Wha-?" She looked around and saw Huntress on the floor, peeling off the tight purple Speedos. "…Hey." She said sleepily. "…Are we at my place or yours?" she mumbled sleepily, looking around as Huntress stood up, glanced around the room, and spotted some yellow stretchy pants. Those were Catwoman's, and they'll have to do.
"Looks like yours." She noted, yanking the pants up over her sweet backside as the color evened out in her legs.
"Good." Catwoman replied before flopping back onto her bed, "…Ugh. What did we do last night?" she mumbled as Huntress reached down and picked up one of the empty bottles.
"Looks like we drank the shit out of a LOT of Goût des Caraïbes…" she said, then frowned before rubbing her own head. "…HOW did we get so many bottles?" Considering the rather luxurious-sounding drink was only sold in the Caribbean and it would be VERY expensive to get one bottle, let alone so many in Gotham…
"Ozwald sends me a bottle every week," Catwoman replied, before rolling over, wrapping her arms around a pillow, and cuddling it as Huntress put the empty bottle on a nearby dresser. "Come back to bed, honey, we'll sleep it off." She joked, groaning sleepily as Huntress walked carefully out of her bedroom. Huntress wiggled out of Catwoman's bedroom. She had intended to go make coffee… reaching the kitchen only to find a kitchen counter full of baked goods… apparently they baked up a storm last night… or something. She probably sat around drinking their favorite cream liquor while Catwoman baked.
She thought about making coffee, then realized she kind of did want to go back to sleep. Catwoman didn't have a guest room, so she was going to drop onto the couch, changed her mind, and flopped back into Catwoman's bed with a heavy thud of her shapely body.
"That's my girl." Catwoman moaned tiredly as Huntress groaned.
"Shut up… It's too early for this." They laughed lightly together as Catwoman kept cuddling the pillow. They were quiet for a moment until the roaring sound of a Bollywood song echoed in the room.
"UUUUUGH. FUUUUUCK." They groaned together as Catwoman's phone continued to ring.
"Answer it…" Moaned Catwoman, taking her cuddle pillow and covering her head and booting her currently platonic bed partner in her shapely thigh.
"It's your phone." Moaned Huntress sadly as Catwoman moaned again and kept 'kicking' her.
"But it's by YOU…" she replied, which was true. Catwoman's right beside the table was where she plugged in her phone, and she was on the left side of the bed.
"Ugh…" Huntress's hand slapped onto Catwoman's phone and unplugged it from the wall, answering it.
Time: 11:43 AM. Place: Catwoman II's apartment (Catwoman's bed)
BOOP
"Hello?..."
"Ah. Yes. Hello, is this… Catwoman?"
"No… but she is here-No I'm nooot."
"Ah… well. Um. Could you tell her it's Mr. Baum?"
"SIGH… He says his name is Mr. Baum?-...Fuck… give it here....Hello again, Mr. Baum."
"Ah! Ms. Um… Catwoman. Yes. Um. Ms. Catwoman, Mr. Gale would like to request your presence to… tend to his needs?"
"Yeah, I bet he would… Did you know he's sent me a bottle of Goût des Caraïbes like every week?"
"Yes. He asked me to make the arrangements."
"…Can you make it every OTHER week? People who see my recyclables think I'm a drunk… my current state of headache aside."
"Of course. Oh-but… about tending to Mr. Gale's needs?"
"…SIGH… It just so happens I'm off today. But I'm not cheap, Mr. Baum."
"Oh, of course not. Mr. Gale has set a queen's ransom aside just for your presence."
"…SIGH. Okay. Fine, I need a new car anyway. When does he expect me?"
Meanwhile
Catwoman hung up and dropped her phone on the bed before rolling over. She and Huntress were quiet for a moment when Huntress asked. "So when are you going?"
"Like 5 hours…" Catwoman mumbled, "Plenty of time to nap, drop off the baked goods for my neighbor, and for you to drop me off."
"Why me?" Huntress mumbled.
"Because my car's still blown up. And that's why you're here to begin with."
"Haaah. Kay…" Huntress mumbled as they went silent again, "…It's not weird I'm sleeping in your bed, right?"
"Why would it be? We regularly have sex together…"
"Cool. Because your couch is a mess."
"…Damn it."
Several hours later.
Huntress's little car pulled up to the front gate in Gotham Heights. She glanced at the towering manor once owned by a particularly scrooge-y robber baron who would put Orders to shame with his greed… Now it was the private manor of, if Catwoman was to be believed and Huntress believed her friend, a man who likes chocolate and pretends to be far… simpler... than the public believes he is.
Rich Gotham People. Fucking Weirdos.
"Alright… well…" she hesitated as Catwoman got out of the car. "…Need me to come get you?"
Catwoman got out of Huntress' car and brushed down her sexy white dress. It popped on her shapely brown body, backless and with a high slight up her thick legs, and a deep V neck, displaying just enough skin to show her voluptuous body off, and to avoid an indecency charge. The backless was so deep that just the TIP of the crack backside could be seen with the right movement…
That's how you know it was a good dress.
"…Last time I got a ride. I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll call… probably tomorrow if I know Ozwald." She waved as Huntress waved back and drove away. Taking into account the LAST time she was here… he's probably REALLY backed up. Unless, of course, he found other favorite pornstars to fuck, but she doubted it… the guy was obsessed with her and it was only a LITTLE creepy…
She's had stalkers before, and creepy fans, and WEIRD fans… who introduces their kids to her? But Ozwald? He was at least polite about his obsession… he didn't stalk her, he didn't obsess over her, he didn't sit outside her window hoping for a glimpse of her, he didn't start fights or send her weird notes and stuff…
Only a little creepy.
Her sexy heels clicked across the pavement of the asphalt. She approached the front door… she hesitated, not because she was nervous or anything, but because she felt like she was being… watched. And not in a hot way like with security cameras, someone could record her on and jerk off to later, but in a creepy spy way… but she finally shrugged, raised her fist, and knocked loudly.
Time: 5:07 PM. Place: Gotham Heights (Gale Mansion)
She didn't say the thing. She REALLY didn't want to. Stupid, Pavlovian knee-jerk reactions. Still, she waited only half a minute before the door opened to reveal the large, chunky, and oddly sweet-smelling and smiling Ozwald Gale. Bowl haircut, chubby body, three chins, yep, it was Ozwald.
"Hello, pretty cat lady." He said happily in his… not very politically correct voice. "Come! Come in!!" he added, legitimately happy to see her, but his eyes darted around her as he rested a hand on her mid-back and pulled her inside. "I'm happy to see you!" he said, before shutting the door. And sighing LOUDLY before his normal, far more intelligent-sounding voice came out of his mouth. "Terribly sorry about that." He said as she smiled at him… and looked him up and down… he was wearing shorts and an apron… like he was about to make drugs.
"Whatever for?" she replied as his hand went lower down her mid-back and, while he was definitely feeling her ass, he was polite about it… If you had access to her ass, you treated it right.
"I've had a sneaking suspicion that 'Auntie Dory' has been sending her monkeys to spy on me lately." He said sourly. "Have to keep up appearances when I open the front door." Ozwald was committed to the bit, she had to admit… gaslighting aside. "You look beautiful." He said in a matter-of-fact voice as she chuckled.
"I bet you say that to all your favorite ex-pornstars…" she said, rubbing his tree-trunk of a left arm, currently massaging her thick black ass through her dress. "Who have sucked your cock…"
"…Admittedly, I probably would… but as you inappropriately dressed up for your visit, I felt the need to thoroughly compliment your appearance…" He said, and to her surprise, he led her into his kitchen, which was, for lack of a better word, a Fucking disaster. Dough, flour, spices… everywhere, all over, it was as if someone set off a bomb in the kitchen, and knowing how his family was, that might not be that far from the truth.
"What in the hell happened in here?" she asked, casually running a finger over the counter and leaving a streak in the flour positively coating it as Ozwald sheepishly rubbed the back of his jar-shaped head.
"That… leads me to the reason why I invited you." He said, clearly embarrassed. "…I did not invite you for your escort services." She raised an eyebrow at that in surprise.
"…You're kidding me?" she asked curiously as he cleared her throat.
"The disaster Zone that is my kitchen is not a clear giveaway?" he said, gesturing to the kitchen without a hint of sarcasm in his voice as she looked around, then laughed softly.
"…Seriously?"
"I'm sorry." He said quickly as she laughed again, louder this time.
"If you wanted me to bake you something, I could've done that at my place!" she said practically as Ozwald cleared his throat, not saying anything but acknowledging the accuracy of her statement. "…Well, I can't bake anything in this dress, it's the only fancy one I own." She declared, before casually looking him up and down. "Give me the apron." He hesitated at the instructions, but took the apron off and handed it to her. "I'll be right back. Clean this up." She said, "…Or at least clean the counter." She gestured to it and strutted out of the kitchen. "If you want me to bake for you, the counter needs to be clear of anything that could mess up perfection." She chuckled at her joke before walking out of the kitchen, leaving Ozwald and his rather ineffectual Roombas to clean up.
Catwoman didn't go far, just to the drawing room, where she promptly lifted the loop on the back of her neck over her dark-haired head and released it. The entire dress fell to the floor, leaving her basically naked. She still had SOME underwear… but it was strained against her thick brown ass as she promptly tossed on the apron, and tied the strings behind her. Resting it on the curve of her booty as she straightened out her dress on a nearby armchair and strutted back into the kitchen in her heels.
…However, she was only gone for a couple of minutes. Her Superbabes' quick-changing skills were far too effective when she was in something that was basically a sexy curtain on her body rather than a sexy skintight suit. That wasn't nearly enough time to, as she put it, clean the counter. It was barely enough time for Ozwald to swing his arms across it and knock everything to the floor in a desperate attempt to impress. But she wasn't exactly a harsh baking mistress.
"Alright, I'm back." She declared as he stared at her alleged naked apron, and his shorts wiggled obviously. "Go find another apron to put on." She said, waving him away with playful hand, before flexing her fingers and stretching her arms, jiggling in the apron. "Let mama take care of this."
Her natural baking skills and her training in a restaurant under a draconian greed monster allowed her to be far more efficient at the task while Ozwald went off to find another apron… back when the manor had actual servants there would be more than one and it took him a second to actually find one… plenty of time for Catwoman to toss unneeded utensils, bowls, and whatever else into the very expensive dishwasher and wipe down the counter, washing and drying by hand what she needed and setting everything out…The floor was still covered with flour, and the ToTo Roombas were… trying, but that wasn't important; what WAS important was that her sexy baking body had a nice clean surface to work with.
"Now then." She smiled, "What do you want me to make?"
"Muffins!" he said quickly, almost slipping into his… simple voice. "Ahem. Muffins." He said as she promptly made her way to his fridge, and extracted Eggs, milk, Goût des Caraïbes…" tossing them carefully onto the counter, before shutting the fridge and strutting around the counter, her ass in her white underwear swaying side to side as she cracked eggs one-handed, applying flour, pouring cream liquor, her hands moved like they had minds of their own, soon whirling up dough as he watched in entranced awe, and not just because her breasts were bouncing wildly in her apron as she whisked.
"…I kept trying to make them myself." He said suddenly, "To the point that I rationed the ones you left me. I even paid a four-star pâtissier to do it." He scowled as she began to knead the dough with her hands… like someone was squeezing her ass. "They didn't taste the same."
"I told you they wouldn't," she said with a rather smug smile on her beautiful face. Ozwald pouted, crossing his huge arms across his chest, but didn't comment. His pride was a LITTLE hurt… but when you're getting teased by a hot piece of thick cinnamon-flavored chocolate, you're not really going to care THAT much.
"You did." He said, watching her jiggling and wiggling as she finished, and began stuffing the muffin tins. All the muffin tins. Loading his oven before sealing it up. She smirked at him, flour-covered apron and slightly… glazed? Frosted? She had powder all over her sexy brown skin.
"Well, now we have to wait 25-30 minutes." She said, lazily, and slipped her fingers into the sides of her underwear, pushing them down her thick thighs to the dusty floor, kicking them away as he watched her lean against the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, facing him as the edge of it sank into her thick, TASTY, black ass. "…Whatever shall we do?" she said teasingly, gazing at him with a knowing look as his crotch twitched again.
"…I truly didn't invite you here for sex." He said, and there was a ring of truth in his voice, however… his lustful gaze lingered on her powdered body, the naked apron, the sultry look she was sending him… Just because it wasn't his intent, didn't mean he wouldn't HAPPILY accept her risqué offer.
"I know." She said lazily, "…But I came here expecting you to fuck me." She said with a husky purr as he approached, his huge hands rubbing on her powdered skin as she chuckled, "And honestly I'd feel weird if I left without get you off…MMN…" he pinned her to the counter with his bulk, his throbbing bulge against her crotch, rubbing at it through the apron as his hands grabbed her big soft breasts and squeezed. "Oooh…"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to." Ozwald declared, before immediately devouring her lips as she laughed.
"Mmng?! Mn-hmn!" giggling into his hungry mouth as he pressed his huge body against her. "Ah…" moaning as he pulled away.
"So I accept." He declared, before moving his hands to her ass, lifting her up and onto the white dusted counter, her thick black booty clapped on the polished marble, a cloud of flour gushed away from her as he pushed her onto her back, "Ooh!" the bowl she used for mixing was knocked away, clattering onto the floor as he grabbed the edge of her apron, crumpling it between her big breasts before flopping on top of her. "MMN!" Her legs dangled over the edge of the counter, his huge body between them and keeping them open as he sucked her dark nipples into his mouth like he was trying to suck fresh milk from them. "MMn! Suck those titties…" she gasped, rubbing his tree trunk legs with her fishnet-covered ones as she felt his cock straining through his shorts against her crotch…
A dazed look in his eyes, his tongue swirled around her nipples, flicking sloppily over her areola as he slurped loudly, stretching her tits as she gasped and writhed under him. Pulling back, they popped loudly from his lips and jiggled back into place as she fondled herself, rubbing them and worming on the counter as he stood up. Hands on her waist…
He then reached into a pile of flour and tossed it onto her body. "Ah!?" she laughed as it stuck to her now wet nipples. "What are you doing!?" she giggled as his hands then returned to her tits and made her moan. "Oooh…"
"Practicing…" he said, kneading her big tits like dough as she gasped and shivered. "Kneading the dough." He said simply as she moaned sultrily, still laughing and now COVERED in flour.
"Oh, KNEAD that dough…" she moaned, feeling his cock pulsating against her crotch, her pussy soaking the back of the apron as he played with her. "Oh, I NEED you to KNEAD…." Her legs rubbed him seductively as he groaned. "…Do you NEED something you NEEDY boy?" she purred up at him, before gasping in pleasure at his fondling hands.
Ozwald panted heavily as he squeezed her big breasts one final time, then stood up, grabbed his shorts he yanked them down, and freed his throbbing cock. Catwoman ran her tongue over her thick cock sucking lips as he grabbed her waist, pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, and slid his cock into her oven. "Oh! Oooh…" she moaned, writhing erotically on the counter as he stretched her with his thick whisk. "MMMN… Ahhh…" gasping as he began pumping his hips. "Oh. Oooh…" moaning, her white powdered breasts bounced up and down as he easily slid his cock in and out of her. "Oh! Oh! OH!"
Her hands grabbed at her big breasts, squeezing them and clenching down on Ozwald's pulsating member as he pumped it faster, deeper, holding tight to her waist as her big black ass rubbed on the flour-covered counter. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head as he SLAMMED his cock into her body. "Oh! OH! OOOH!" moaning erotically as she gazed deep into his eyes, maintaining eye contact as he fucked her harder and harder. "Yeah. YEAH. YEAH… You like that?" she moaned softly, as he groaned happily in response, growling like a hungry beast as he slapped his bulk against her body.
Feeling him thrusting himself closer and closer to release, licking her lips invitingly. "Yeah? You want to put that bun in the oven? MMN!!" she groaned as he slammed her hard, "YEAH! Put that bun in the oven! Do it! DO it! Nice and HOT! oOOOH!!" Ozwald dropped onto her, thrusting his cock deep inside as he came, shooting his hot ropes balls deep in her body as she cooed invitingly in his ear, shaking in orgasm. "Oh, that's it… mmn…" his body shivering as he pumped out another rope into her. "A nice hot bun in my oven…" she giggled, sticking her tongue out and letting it dance on his ear as he groaned, rolling his body on top of her like a rolling pin. "…You're going to have to wait 9 months until it's done…" she teased as Ozwald let go of her wrists.
"…I'd rather have some buns right now," Ozwald said before hauling her up from the counter.
"Ooh!" she gasped as he easily carried her, his hands cupping her black ass and squeezing. "MMn! Those buns are nice a hot…" she laughed as he lifted her off his cock, slowly. "Oh! OOoh…" she moaned as he put her on the floor, turned her around, and shoved her back onto the counter. "Oh… OOOH…" she gasped as he spread her powdered cheeks, "Oh! MMGH!! OOOH!!" shoving his cock slowly up her ass, burying himself inside her once again as he grabbed her shoulders and pounded. "Oh! Oh! HO! OH! G-OD!" she squealed delightedly as her breasts rubbed the counter back and forth with his thrusts like she was trying to scrub it clean…
Only her tits were still kinda caked up with flower, so all it did was congeal on her skin… Neither of them cared, though.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! AH! AH! AH!!" howling her pleasure as Ozwald ravaged her ass. "Mgnh! NGH! Fuck it! Fuck it!" she gasped, shaking in a sudden orgasm. "OOoh!!" she flopped to the counter, shaking wildly as her hands reached around to get him to slow down his wild anal fucking, but he just pinned her down with his weight and kept going, driving her crazy and right into another climax. "OOOH!!" her legs bounced up and down, like she was doing some sort of weird kick dance, her body shivering erotically as he rode her orgasm… and her body.
"MMGMH!!" he hooked his arm around her head and under her waist, lifting her ass to get JUST the right spot when he fucked her, slamming her again and again so hard she was certain the island counter beneath her was shifting. "CU-MMGMNGH!!" she howled again as he buried his cock up her ass and felt her spasm. Roaring like an animal as his cock pulsated warningly in her butt, before he suddenly ripped out of her, pulling away, he aimed his cock at her thick black ass before shooting thick ropes of semen all over her quivering booty.
She cooed softly, wiggling it, shaking it, twerking it, feeling his hot gooey ropes glazing her cake as she smiled tiredly. "Ooh…" he sighed, shaking as the last drops of his cum oozed from his tip and dropped onto her right ass cheek like the awkward cherry on top. He watched Catwoman seductively twerking her cum covered ass, chewing his cum between her thick cheeks as it mixed with the flour… Catwoman giggled and purred as his hands grabbed her shoulders and yanked her up from the counter, gently…
"Mmn…" she giggled as he squeezed her caked titties from behind, she licked her lips. "…Baking is just like fucking…" she said suddenly as he blinked, "…If you're good at one, you're good at both." She declared proudly as he blinked, then chuckled… she slapped his hands playfully, just in time for a loud jingle from his oven. She jiggled away, her body a mess in more ways than one, opening the oven. Ozwald seemed to moan erotically as the POWERFUL smell of freshly baked Bonnie Brownie baked goods filled the kitchen.
"Done." Catwoman declared before putting on mittens and pulling out muffin tins one after the other, tossing them onto the counter and smiling sultrily at Ozwald, who was actually drooling at the sight of them.
"…That's not going to be nearly enough." He said as she chuckled.
"Well, I just CAN'T make more muffins like this…" she said, taking off the apron and hanging it on a hook. "I need to shower first… MMn…" she gasped as Ozwald tightly embraced her from behind, hooking his finger into her pussy, "Ah…" she gasped and danced in his arms as he stirred her cream-filled hole up with his thick fingers, pulling them out, and sliding them into her mouth. "Mmn… mwah…" she sucked on them, feeling his cock sticking to her sticky ass. "…We both need a shower." She said sultrily…
Her body soon slammed against the shower wall, "Ah…" she gasped as the hot water sprayed the mess of cum and baking mix from her body. "Oh yeah-OOH! OH! OH!!" Ozwald slid into her, lifting her off the floor and fucking her against the wall, trying to ram her through it. "Fuck! YEAH! FUCK! ME! OOOH!" howling as he pounded away at her, their wet bodies clapping loudly around the acoustic bathroom as he kept pumping her pussy. "Yeah! Yeah! OH! YEAH!!" shivering in orgasm as he sped up. "FUCK MEEEE!!" she squealed as he roared, "UUGH!!" her legs stretching out behind him as her hands clawed his burly back. "Harder! HARDER!! UUUGH!!!" shivering in climax, her toes curling and twitching as she came hard on his rampaging cock. "SHIT!! OOOH!!"
Ozwald buried his cock into her, pinning her to the wall with his bulk as he spilled another thick load of his baby batter into her oven. He ground his body on her, rubbing her big breasts on his husky chest as he slammed her once, twice, making her body tremble as he tried to cum as much as he could inside her. He grabbed her head, jerking it up to shove his tongue possessively into her mouth.
"MMn…" Even in her 'weakened' state, her tongue easily wrestled his for dominance as he pulled from her lips. "Mmnwah…" she licked them sultrily as he slowly pulled out of her, letting her legs flop to the floor as she stumbled from the wall, his hands grabbing at her squishy body, her ass and tits, before resting his hands onto her shoulders and pushing…
She thumped to the floor of the shower as he took his cock in one hand and her dark-haired head in the other, before sliding his cock between her lips. "MMn…" she gazed up at him as she easily took his cock into her throat, burying her face into his belly and her lips around his cock. "Mmn…" he then held her head tightly, and slid her mouth up and down. "mmgh! Mmn… mmn…" kneeling reverently before him, he fucked her mouth, sliding in and out of her throat, the only sounds in the bathroom now were the showerhead hissing water onto his back and the slurping moans of her lips. Her hands gripping her ankles as she bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster, his hips pumping into her face.
"Guh… MMn…" her tongue dancing on his shaft as she buried her face into his belly once again and felt his cream oozing into her throat as it pulsated in her mouth. "Mmn…" he pulled his cock from her lips, smiling up at him before opening her mouth, showing the cream filling, then swallowing it down. "MNn-ah…" licking her lips as she stood up and his hands caressed her body, briefly, then pouring liquid soap onto her and rubbing her down. "Mmn…"
Soap and caked flour flowed down the drain as she rinsed herself off. "That's going to clog." She said at the drain, but Ozwald grabbed a fistful of her cake and squeezed. "Mmn…" PAP! He lightly clapped her rear as she slipped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around her body and jiggled out of the shower, securing it tightly as Ozwald finished his own washing… he had been so preoccupied with Catwoman's body he sort of forgot.
She wore the towel all the way back to the kitchen, unloading the finished Dishwasher, loading it with more dishes, putting the apron back on, and already started making MORE muffins. Ozwald, once again wearing a fresh pair of shorts, walked into the kitchen just as she finished putting in another batch. "…You work quickly."
"Well, Baking is something I'm good at. Baking and fucking…" she leaned against the kitchen counter, dusting away flour as she seductively smirked at him. "Alright, now that I've fucked you and provided you enough muffins for at LEAST one a day for the next month." She chuckled. "…Anything else?"
Ozwald scratched his stomach, "…Well, my initial desires aside. No… but I also apologize for giving you the wrong idea." She laughed. "You have given me more than what I intended to ask for, so you may leave if you wish." He said politely and completely respectfully… in his own way.
"Ha-ha…" she shook her head. "Oh, Ozzie, don't worry about it."
"…Once I run out of your cooking, perhaps you can return?"
"Ozwald, as long as you keep paying me, I'll do whatever you like." She said casually, "What-EVA you like?" She added, sexy, walking out of the kitchen with him following her, she went to retrieve her dress.
"…With your ability, I am curious. May I ask you a question?" he asked, staring at her ass as I vanished back into her dress.
"Why do I fuck people for money?" she asked the question for him. He didn't even look surprised as she looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "Because I'm fucking GOOD at it. And it's FUN." She declared, smacking her thick, wobbly cake in her loose dress before turning around. "Now. There is a matter of my payment AND…" she hesitated, "…Mind calling me a ride?"
"Ah…" he rubbed one of his chins, "Of course… in fact, I'll do you one better. Follow me." She raised an eyebrow, but followed Ozwald to a door that would, in fact, lead to a garage. Which didn't have any cars in it. She frowned at the empty garage; it looked like you could fit comfortably two limos… but there were no limos.
"…Ozwald, I hate to break it to you, but it looks like you were robbed." She said as he chuckled, before reaching for the side of the wall where not one but five switches were located. Flicking the 2nd and 4th switches, then the first. Suddenly, there was a loud groan, and the back of the garage floor BOOMED and began to sink, revealing a ramp. "What the HELL, Ozwald?" She laughed as he walked down the ramp.
"Grandfather got a little…" he hesitated, "…Completely fucking mad in his old age." He said, curling a finger at her to follow him, before following him down the ramp and revealing an underground car garage filled with at least 10 cars.
"…That one looks older than I am." She said, pointing to a car that looked straight out of the 1920s.
"That's because it is." He said, "…Which one do you like?" he asked as she raised an eyebrow, examining the collection before her. A sports car, a sedan, a traverse truck… however, what drew her attention.
"Oooh… this one. It's a classic." She said, running her hand on the sugary brown 'Folkswagon', I remember going camping once in India in a van like this…" she said, "Fond memories-" she had turned back to Ozwald, who suddenly tossed her a key. She blinked at him.
"All yours." He said politely.
"Seriously?" she said, surprised as he shrugged.
"I'll have Mr. Baum sign over ownership to you and send the appropriate documents." He added, "To be perfectly frank, I don't, and can't, drive a car, and all these are doing is collecting dust. Take it. I insist." She smirked at him before approaching and climbing up his body to kiss his cheek, then slapped his chest.
"You still have to pay me." She said frankly, and his normally stoic face cracked into a smile.
"I, of course, will pay you." He replied as she spun the key playfully on a finger. "Cash or credit?"
"Cash, of course, Ozzie, do you have to really ask?"
"I was just asking what your preferred payment method is." He said, "I will go and get you an appropriate amount. Get yourself acquainted with your new vehicle." He said, ascending the ramp as she approached the Folkswagon… or as she was going to call it 'The Pussy Wagon'. Getting in and getting comfy, somehow it even had a new car smell… after turning it on and running it for a minute, she saw Ozwald's hulking figure at the top of the ramp, holding a small case in his hand, and she drove it up the ramp.
Ozwald handed her the case through the window. "For your time." He said as she took it and tossed it onto the seat. "I would also recommend you use some of that to fill up the gas tank, as it has been some time since it's been used."
"Got it. Thanks for the car, Ozwald…" she then narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. "…Ozwald. How did you know I needed a new car?" Ozwald stared at her for a second, a she smirked, "…Try not to spy on me TOO much."
"…I'll inform Mr. Baum." He added, just a LITTLE sheepishly, before opening the garage for her. "Bye, nice cat lady!" he said, changing instantly into Simple Ozwald as she pulled out into the driveway. "Thank you for the muffins!" she rolled her eyes, blew him a kiss, and soon she was on her way, off into Gotham and her apartment.
Time: 9:05 PM. Place: Upper East Gotham (Catwoman II Apartment)
"So he just GAVE you a car, Divya?"
"Eyup," Divya said, sitting in the back of her Folkswagon with an open bottle of Goût des Caraïbes, pouring another shot for Laura as they relaxed and drank.
"…So he did EXACTLY what I suggested you do, and ask for a new car?"
"Shut up." She said frankly as Laura laughed.
"Alright, alright…" Laura said, drinking down her liquor. "Ah…" after a second. "And you picked a Folkswagon?"
"It's The Pussy Wagon now." They laughed together, and Laura shook her head.
"Oh GOD, you're going to just start fucking guys in this thing, aren't you?"
"We'll see." Divya replied, "…I could just start peddling baked goods out of it. Cakes. Muffins. Buns…" Laura smirked at her.
"Uh huh…" Divya shrugged. Laura shook her pretty head and drank another glass of liquor before flopping back and lying in the Folkswagon. "You're still talking about your ass, aren't you?"
"…Either way, I'll make a fortune." Divya replied, "…Pass the bottle." She said as they continued drinking into the night…
Which SUCKED because they had the morning shift tomorrow, but hey, celebrating with a good friend and a bottle of booze after getting fucked by a super fan is a good way to end the day.
Speaking off... Divya's phone buzzed and she was sent a text message from Mr. Baum.
"...Are you going home anytime soon?" Divya asked as Laura scoffed.
"Not after drinking half a bottle of Cream Liquor. No."
"Want to go re-enact Superchicks with me at an obsessed fan's mansion?" Divya asked with a smile as Laura blinked at her.
"...Are we getting paid?" she asked.
"Obviously."
"...Fuck it I'm down." Laura sighed, sitting up and properly lubricated enough just to want a good time. "We're going to need a ride though. Neither of us should be driving." Divya just sighed as a limo pulled up outside her apartment.
"Yeah. Don't think that'll be a problem.
End
So Freya took an early lead with votes, on HF and QQ, but Divya has a lot of fans apparently and came from behind to give a talented rimjob and take the lead… shit I should've added a Rimjob. Anyway, NOW I'm doing Kathy, and while it might not be Black on Blonde gangbang now, she is next, promise.