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Beautiful blonde fake-breasted bombshell Stargirl pulled her long golden hair through the top of her mask. She tugged her tights over her ex-stripper booty, then tugged on her patriotic half-shirt before shutting her locker and humming to herself as she stepped out of the locker room, ready to start her shift.
"Bonjour." Her sexy accented voice said just a little halfheartedly as she went over to the poker table and sat down next to (B) Vixen, who was playing cards with Wonder Woman (II)
"Hey, girl." Vixen eyed her curiously, "…Hang on, I didn't see you on the schedule tonight."
"Oui." Brielle sighed sadly, resting her pretty head in her hands as she rested her elbows on the table. "Orders asked me to come in. Nikki did not answer her phone."
"…I'm sure that'll end well for her." Noted, Vixen casually, but after a moment of thought. "She wasn't on the schedule either."
"Oui… Orders has a special order." Stargirl sighed again, "…So I am sure it'll be exhausting."
"Oh?" Vixen replied, only mildly interested, not to be rude or anything, but it was just the same old same old. But on the bright side. "At least you'll get a load of cash, right?" she added.
"…True," Stargirl noted thoughtfully. People who Orders provide special service to usually have to pay an ABSURD amount for specifics. Obviously, breaking the normal business protocols required a massive bribe. "Still, though, she didn't give me many details."
"Does she ever? The surprise is most of the fun!" Wonder Woman said, smiling, just as the Purple-eyed boss herself entered the back door with Platinum.
"Stargirl." She said as the pretty blonde pulled her head from her hands, pressed them onto the poker table, and pushed herself to her feet, her shapely ex-stripper booty jutting out behind her as she stretched and walked towards Orders' counter. Orders had dropped her things off in her office and sat down at her counter, but was already producing a receipt for Stargirl, no food, no call. Stargirl blinked at it and took it from Orders's hands. "Just follow instructions." She said as Stargirl studied the address.
"Oui, Orders." She replied, before slipping the receipt into the pocket of her pants and making her way out the back door as Wonder Woman and Vixen waved her off.
"Get to work, you two." Orders replied, already answering the phone as Stargirl made her way to the company car. "Superbabes, we deliver."
Stargirl's supple, voluptuous, and about 10% enhanced body strutted across the lot, into the car, and examined the receipt again after wiggling on the seat. She shrugged, slipped it back into her pocket, and started the car. Driving off into Gotham.
She eventually pulled to a stop in front of a place called 'The Jiggle Room'. Of course, she only knew that because of the neon sign above the door. It was currently off, but it was clearly a strip club… or it used to be. It was currently closed, probably permanently. It was prime stripping hours after all, and in GOTHAM, a closed strip club at prime stripping hours was closed permanently. She parked in the nearby lot, which had cars, but that didn't mean they were for the closed club. Still, this was the address, so there wasn't much else to go with except for Orders' "Follow Instructions" comment.
She reached the side door of the club. There was no point walking around to the chained-up front. She then raised her fist and knocked. "Superbabes."
Time: 8:01 PM. Place: Old Gotham (The Jiggle Room)
"Special Delivery Service." She said, though this time even through her drilled conditioning of saying the slogan. She waited for the door to open, and eventually it did and swung inward.
"Great, you're early." He said he had a lollipop stick in his mouth. Early twenties, bit of a 'dude-bro' vibe with scruffy short black hair and tanned skin. "Come on in." He flicked the Lollipop stick from the left side of his mouth to his right; it apparently still had a lollipop attached. He led her through a hallway and into a nearly empty changing room…
Nearly empty because there was a MASSIVE stripper cake in the middle of the room. Well, at least she was in a familiar space. The guy approached a vanity with a skimpy, glittery blue bikini on a coat hanger, took it from the mantel, held it to her, and she took it. From his hand and looked it over.
"Put that on and have a seat. I'll be back in about 10 minutes." He said, "As I said, you're early. The Birthday party isn't here yet." He pointed to the cake, "So the plan is you pop out of the cake there, do a little dance on the stage, and lap dance for the birthday boy." Well, that's pretty standard stripper stuff, it doesn't seem like she was needed- "and maybe suck a few dicks once you're done."
…Well, that didn't explain why SHE specifically was needed for this job, but it did explain why they wanted a Superbabe. They had something of a reputation after all… allegedly. Open secret and all that.
"Any questions?" he asked as Stargirl's pretty face was brought back to reality.
"Non." She said in her sexy French accent that already had a slight effect on him, and not just because she had an accent.
"Non?"
"No. No Questions." She repeated simply: this was surprisingly NORMAL for a delivery. She thought it was going to be weird and complicated… this isn't even the first striptease birthday boy she had to take care of THIS WEEK… Well, the collective dick sucking is a little different, but also not something she hasn't done before as Stargirl- "Oh!" she suddenly spoke up, and then pointed to the mask. "The mask needs to stay on, is that alright?"
The answer was obviously yes, but she still had to ask. He flicked the lollipop stick back across his mouth with his tongue and seemed to think about it before getting to the obvious answer. The sexy blonde French girl with the big fake titties wants to wear a sexy mask… So, what's the problem again?
"Yeah, that's fine." He said, before adding. "Just make sure everything else comes off." He noted as Stargirl began taking the bikini off the hanger. "I'll be back in ten, so just relax."
"Oui." She said, casually taking off her top. He took the free show in stride, but just as quickly made himself scarce as she started stripping down and putting the skimpy, sparkly bikini on.
It squeezed into her sexy body as she tied it on; it was probably a size too small to begin with for her big breasts and her ex-stripper booty, but that didn't really matter all that much. The cups covered her nipples and the g-string bit up between her cheeks, as it was designed. She adjusted the cups, and her girls, and did a little twirl in her high-heeled boots, before casually combing her silky blonde hair with her fingers. Once she was done with that, she sat on the vanity, her big ex-stripper booty bulging on the corner of it. Crossing her arms under her chest, she waited… and waited.
And wished she had brought her current romance book to pass the time. When the Sky Burns Inside: A woman pilot finds peace only when she's flying in the sky...until she meets a man on the ground… She leaned back, gazing up at the ceiling with her bright blue eyes, and once that got boring, she started humming whatever song popped into her pretty blonde head.
She was almost GRATEFUL when the dude bro returned. He was, of course, briefly distracted by her body, but she hopped off the vanity eagerly. Sitting around doing nothing for approximately 10 minutes in a bikini was maddening. No wonder Orders is so generous in leisure options. "Alright." He said, approaching the cake. "Hop in."
She climbed the layered 'cake' which was made of collapsible wood, she squeezed her ex-stripper booty into the opening, then the rest of her easily followed as she squatted down in the cake. The Dude-bro then promptly shut the top with the lid, and she felt herself rolling along.
There was a steady drumbeat of stripper music, oddly, remixed to a royalty-safe birthday song. It got louder and louder, and soon, cheers of the birthday crowd could be heard until the cake rolled to a stop. Someone released a sharp whistle, then it was followed by hooting and cat-calling as the dude-bro announced the party entertainment had arrived.
"Alright! Alright! Alright!" he announced, "I brought in your cake, Rene! Extra Cake!"
BOOM BOOM
He slapped the top of the stripper cake like a drum, and out popped the stripper. The Cake collapsed like a flan in a cupboard. Stargirl, with that pretty smile on her face, quickly registered the room, almost a dozen guys surrounding the mainstage of the empty, closed club.
The birthday boy was an average blonde-looking guy in a party hat, sitting front and center on the stage. Everyone else was standing, drinking, hooting, and hollering as she displayed her practically naked, and currently, part-time Stripper body. Quickly working her admittedly very creative brain, she raised her hands apart as if she was about to give them all a big hug, superbabe-strutted towards the pole with a broad smile, and seconds before she reached the pole, her hands shot together above her head with a clap, before she was leaping and spinning on the pole to cheers.
She spun completely around, sliding down like a firewoman, landing on her heels with her ass to the birthday boy, she threw her ass out towards him, bent over her hands slid further down the pole and smiled at him upside down, between her legs, shaking her stripper booty she shot back up the pool, gripping higher up she pulled herself forward, worming against it and gyrating her hips side to side, making love to that pole as she slid back down, squatting on her heels.
Her booty popped up and down as she flexed her cheeks, then shot up again. One hand on the pole, the other on her hips, she strutted around it rather elaborately, raising her knees as if she were marching to battle. Once she did another turn on the pole, she raised her hands and leaped, pulling herself high into the air. She spun around, legs wrapping around it as she held herself above the stage, hanging upside down and stretching her, honestly, amazing body. Grabbing her big fake breasts, squeezing them, and moans. Writhing in the air with surprising muscle control. Ola and Ciara might have competition…
At least on the pole. Stargirl was a different girl on the pole… Her long blonde hair touched the stage as she slid down the pole. She raised her head, flexing her flat stomach before her back gently hit the stage. She opened her legs, spreading them apart, before her legs swung close and she flipped over, rolling onto her knees, her stripper booty resting on her legs as she tossed her hair, reached up behind her back, and pulled the string to her top.
The crowd went wild as it fell off her body, but she grabbed it, spun it over her head like a lasso before accurately tossing it over her shoulder letting it land on the party hat of the birthday boy before reaching for the pole, bending over, she bowed before it then pushed off the floor with her legs, getting to her feet as she shook her ass for the crowd then stood upright, finally turning around, shaking her big fake breasts for the drooling crowd as she reached up, gripping the pool with both hands, swaying her hips sensually as her shapely French girl ass cheeks brushed the chrome of the pool. Probably the only thing in the club that was relatively clean… She slid down the pool, squatting on her heels again and spreading her legs open and pushing her busty chest out. The crowd hooting and getting into the spirit of the show, some of them throwing singles on the stage as she fell forward, hands on stage, and stripping, crawling towards the birthday boy. Her breasts swaying firmly between her arms, and her beautiful blue eyes sultrily gazing like a predator.
…Is it any wonder WHY Stargirl has such a popular fanbase in Gotham?
Stargirl's current-stripper booty wobbled behind her as she slipped off the edge of the stage, hands on the floor she did a slow flip forward, landing on her feet she swayed her hips towards the birthday boy as the crowd cheered, she twirled on one foot, planting her feet in front of him before bending over and shaking her ass for him as she ran her hands up her legs, and grabbed onto the side ties of her bikini bottoms before standing back up. She pulled the strings slowly as it mostly fell away, her ass still wrapped around the G-string as she shook her hips and wiggled it out and fluttered to the floor, landing on the ground as her ass landed on his lap.
"OOOH!" the crowd cheered as she rolled her hips, he soft ass grinding on his bulge as his hands soon rested on them, squeezing her flesh as she rolled back, lying on him and still grinding away on his cock like she was trying to rub away his pants with her ass, it was too silky and soft for that though.
His hands made their way to her breasts, squeezing her fake titties before she shot off his lap. Her hands sliding under her hair as her hips popped side to side, swaying in front of the birthday boy. Pop-Pop-Pop went her hips as they dramatically swayed side to side, only for Dude-bro to interrupt.
"Now it's time for the MAIN event!" he declared, and judging from his own bulge, that was more of a selfish decision than anything… but nobody seemed to be complaining as she tossed her hair and turned back around, getting onto her knees in front of the birthday boy. Her hands rested on his knees, slid up his thighs, and pulled his zipper down.
The birthday boy was briefly shy at having his cock popped out of his pants in the middle of his party of drunken friends and family, maybe, but his misgivings were abruptly sucked away as Stargirl's tongue slid up his quivering member, before wrapping her lips around the tip. "Mmgh.. mmn." Gazing up at him with a twinkle in her blue eyes as her lips stroked him up and down, her tongue scraping on his shaft as he grabbed the arms of the chair he was sitting in, flinching and shaking with a big dopey smile on his face as Stargirl sucked harder and faster… the crowd surrounding her. "Mmn! Mmmmn…" she pulled her lips up his shaft before pressing them down into his pants. "MMGH!?" Her eyes widened as he grabbed her head and held her down in his pants as his cock twitched, bulged, and shot his cum into her mouth.
"Oh mon dieu!" he moaned, and she was only mildly surprised that he was speaking French. She was more concerned with the sudden cumshot into her mouth. She slapped his legs and, seemingly apologetic, let go of her pretty blonde hair as she shot up and gasped.
"Ah!" she gasped for air through a mouth full of cum. "Ah…" her tongue hung from her mouth with his sticky goo still on her tongue, before she promptly closed her mouth and swallowed it. "Ah…" gasping again as the crowd cheered and he went limp. Stargirl barely had a second to catch her breath before her head was suddenly turned and a big brown dick was shoved into her mouth.
"MGMH!!" Her eyes widened as the 10-inch cock poked the back of her throat and slid into her. He held her head down in his crotch before pulling out of her mouth and plunging back in. "Mgh! Mmgh! mMGH!"
"Oh YEAH." He groaned as he started swinging his hips back and forth, her beautiful head bouncing up and down as the others surrounded her. Some completely removed their pants, others just unzipped, but the obvious was clear. Sucking dick time had thoroughly begun.
"Mgh! Mmgn! Mmgh! GLUCK!
"UUUGH!!" he groaned, slamming his cock into her throat but pulling back so only his tip remained between her lips, shooting ropes into her mouth as she moaned reflexively, eyes rolling as he slipped limply from her lips. She barely gasped before her head was turned again and a white dick slammed into her mouth, still filled with cum, but he didn't seem to care, holding the back of her head, thrusting in and out as she sucked on his shaft.
"Come on, baby, come on, get it out…" he moaned, wildly swinging his hips at her face as she sucked away, eyes rolling up into her head as he slammed into her mouth, cum oozed from her lips as he pumped more into her mouth.
"MMGH… Mmmn!" he pulled out of her mouth and scraped out a little cum with him as it dribbled onto her big fake titties. "Ah… AH?" Her head was tilted back, another cock coming up towards her, stroking himself wildly before shooting his wad into the back of her throat with the wet. She moaned as it splattered the back of her throat, he finished up as she kept her head tilted back, another one loomed over her with a massive 10-incher, but he stroked himself and didn't shoot it just sort of oozed like squeezing the last bit of toothpaste from a tube, globs of cum dripping into her mouth as he groaned and gave it a flick in satisfaction.
"Mmgn!" Her mouth suddenly closed as she almost spilled it everywhere. "MMN!" She held her hand up flat to the next cock, which poked on her palm as she raised a finger. One moment. Pressing her finger to the oozing tip as her cheeks bulged, and "MMGH!" she gulped, "Ah…" opening her mouth, and sticking out her tongue, swirling it around her lips to give them a quick clean before turning her head and lowering her hand as he grabbed onto her head tightly and face fucked her. "Mmgh! Mmgh! Mgh! mMGh!"
"Got a big one for you! HERE IT CUMS. OOH." He buried his cock into her throat, shooting thick ropes directly into her stomach.
"Mmn..! GUCK… MMGH!" He just kept cumming, groaning as he grinded his hips against her face and stayed in her throat a little too long for her liking after he finished. She slapped his thigh, then pushed on them as he finally let her head go. "HAaa…" but once again barely caught her breath, before another shaft, thicker than the rest, slid into her mouth. "Mmgh! Mmgh! Mmgh!"
"Hah. Hah. Aaha…" her hands on his legs as he plunged in and out of her throat.
"GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK." Gazing up at him, rolling her eyes in her skull as her face became a blur up and down, pressing to the base of his cock again and again, stretching her mouth and throbbing around his cock as her hands rested on his thighs. "MMGh!!?" he buried his meat into her throat. Groaning as he held her firmly on the base, pumping her throat of cum before pulling out.
"Ah!" she gasped as another cock approached, already cumming…
"Make way!" a rope shot onto her shoulder, "UUGH!" resting his tip on her lips and stroking out streaks of cum directly into her mouth.
"Aaaah…" gazing up at him, her tongue dancing beneath his tip as she flicked out the dregs of his load, seconds before another dick decided to empty in her mouth, but missed her face to splatter on her cheek. "Ahhhgmn…" she wrapped her lips around it, before it could spray any more cum on her. Her tongue flicked on his urethra, twisting her lips as she sucked on his cock and slurped out his milk. "Mmnn…" they finished, pulling away as she tilted her head back, closed her mouth. And swallowed. "Ah…" opening her mouth again and breathing heavily, feeling just a LITTLE unwell, because she wasn't Jackie… she can't just guzzle globs of semen and not feel a little tummy trouble.
"Haah… aah…" her dazed eyes looked around as Dude-bro and his cock rigidly twitched towards her pretty face, he bounced his engorged tip on her lips as she stuck out her tongue and he slid it slowly into the back of her throat. "Guck… GLUCK…" wrapping her lips around it, she was slowly pulled to the base of his meat as he flicked the lollipop stick from the right side of his mouth to his left. Grabbed her head and properly face fucked her. "GLUCK! GLUCK! MMGH! MMGH!!" grunting as she slurped loudly on his plunging cock, saliva dribbling off his cock and her lips. "GLUCK! GLUCK!"
Her head and neck swung back and forth, her hands on his thighs as he groaned. "Nngh! Oh! Fuck…" he shivered, head rolled back, and hips pressed to Stargirl's face.
"MMGH!!" Her hands were on his thighs as he drained his balls in her mouth. "Mmn!" Her nose pressed against his crotch as his cock bulged in her throat. "Mmgh! Aah…" he slowly extracted his shaft from her face, slurping out of her gullet as she panted for air, her head tilted back as he stumbled away. The crowd cheered as she squeezed her big breasts together, mouth open and empty as she stared at the ceiling.
"Alright, boys, give her a tip! She's been good to us!"
"We just did!"
"Fuck off, Kyle, pay the stripper!"
Bills significantly bigger than singles rained down on her sticky, sweaty body as the various partygoers put their dicks away. The Dude-bro plucked his lollipop from his mouth before sticking it on her tongue. She swirled her tongue around it as he let her keep it with a smile. "Mmn…" Dude-bro then stuffed his cock back into his pants before nodding to the first guy who drained his balls in her mouth. Apart from the Birthday boy, Rene.
"Alright, guys! Let's hit the bar!" The crowd, apparently not drunk enough, grabbed Rene and rushed OUT of the closed club.
"Mais qu'en est-il de la bombe?" Rene moaned,
"À plus tard, le fêté." She said, waving with one hand and squeezing her sticky breasts together with her elbows.
"Elle parle français!?" he replied, squirming in the grip of his friends, taking him away. "Attends! Laisse-moi récupérer son numéro ! Hugo, donne-moi son numéro!"
Stargirl began swishing her arms on the floor, gathering the case together in a neat pile before getting to her feet. Hugo, apparently the real name of the dude-bro, pulled out another lollipop from his pocket and slipped it into her mouth. She flicked the one he gave her to the other corner of her mouth, finishing counting the results of her show and blow.
She finished and approved of the amount she earned. "Does this club still have a shower?" she asked as he nodded.
"Changing room." He pointed back towards the curtain as she raised one leg back onto the stage and walked back towards the curtain as he followed her and her swaying ex-stripper booty. She returned to the changing room, grabbing her clothes, which were on the floor for some reason. Her shapely ex-stripper booty was in full view of Hugo before finding the slightly skuzzy bathroom and shower.
"Merde." She grumbled, oddly not the dirtiest stripper club shower she's washed in. But she couldn't go back to Superbabes with a sticky face and chest. She turned on the water, the low pressure spraying her chest as she wiped away the sweat and saliva… and SOMEHOW body glitter. How did she get stripper glitter? Even in a closed and empty strip club, that stuff is everywhere. She finished as best she could and looked for a towel. "…MERDE." She mumbled, realizing there wasn't one. But there was an old robe with fur trim. She sighed and put it on.
Hugo watched her walk out of the showers, still wet, and looked somewhat disappointed as she frowned at him. "You could've at least provided a towel." She noted as he nodded.
"True. That's my bad." She rolled her eyes, "I'm going to need that robe back, you might as well leave it here." He said casually, which was rather juvenile. Luckily, Stargirl, who despite her stereotypical appearance, was not a dumb blonde Bimbo.
Stargirl strutted out of the closed club and took the company car. She promptly popped the trunk and grabbed one of the many superbabe-branded towels that Orders kept in the trunk for an emergency… and sometimes weirdos. She returned to the club, stripped down, dried off, and tossed the robe onto Hugo, all with a pretty, passive-aggressive smile on her face as she put her clothes on.
"Au revoir." She waved with one hand in her usual friendly manner, turned, and flipped him off before walking out to the company car.
Time: 9:29 PM Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Stargirl walked in the back door of Superbabes and promptly handed Orders the wad of cash she received. "Good work, Brielle." Orders noted casually as Brielle tried to smile, but unfortunately, she had to go to the bathroom really quickly. Rushing into the locker room as her stomach gurgled…
Thankfully, she only needed to burp rather than vomit, and she got a much better shower in the locker room. After a few minutes, Brielle returned, rubbing her toned tummy as Orders handed her an antacid and her cut of the profits.
"I hope you don't have another delivery like that for me anytime soon," Brielle said, with a rather adorable pout that would either melt your heart or want to fuck her face, or both. Orders' heart of gold, however, couldn't melt.
"I only asked you to do it because Nikita would answer her phone." Brielle blinked and pouted in thought with that same adorable/face-fuckable pout.
"…Orders, I'm not dumb," Brielle said as Orders' purple eyes flicked onto the beautiful blonde.
"A fact that I am very aware of. Yes." She said calmly.
"You are a clairvoyant," Brielle noted, wrapping her arms under her very appealing big titties as Orders nodded.
"I am."
"I do not believe you could reach Nikki," Brielle said wisely, in the tone of a disappointed French teacher, as Orders nodded.
"True." Orders then eyed Brielle with a slight smile on her lips. "You were the best option to get the maximum profit." She said, "…And Nikita's ass wouldn't fit in the cake." She added, as Tasha, who was dropping off tips, laughed silkily.
"Ha-ha. That explains why I didn't go." She leaned against the counter as The Best Ass in Gotham bulged. Brielle's adorable pout finally faded, and she sighed as Orders waved Tasha to get said ass back onto the floor by smacking her cheeks with a wad of cash. "Oh. Fresh." She chuckled, slipping back onto the floor as Orders turned back to Brielle, and actually gave her MORE money from that stack of cash.
"For being a good sport." She said, waving, "Now take a break. Oh." She then pulled out a hardback. "And I finished this, you can have it." She said as Brielle took the hardback version of When the Sky Burns inside."
"Orders, I already have this one." She said, smiling sweetly, but Orders replied casually, going back to work.
"Then you can keep reading it." She said dismissively as Brielle's pretty lips stretched into a smile.
"…Oui, Orders." Before opening to the last page she had been reading, and sitting her sexy body on the couch. Humming to herself.
End
Took longer than I'd like, but hey, she's done now :D
Next up is Elinor
Mais qu'en est-il de la bombe? = But what about the hottie
À plus tard, le fêté. = See you around, birthday boy.
"Elle parle français!?"
Attends! Laisse-moi récupérer son numéro ! Hugo, donne-moi son numéro! = Wait! Let me get her number! Hugo, get me her number!"