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A week before getting hired at Superbabes
Glitter Bomb-Booty jiggled back into the changing room after doing her set on stage, her silvery thong bottoms shimmering in the cheap, low light of the funky-smelling changing room where the body odor and perfumes of a dozen women of various levels of attractiveness changed, talked, gossiped, and did their makeup. She carried her matching top on her shoulder, letting her big natural breasts bounce freely as she walked over to an open vanity. There were 8 lining the walls with their light bulbs in various states of dimming or burning out. But the light gave her beautiful body a sparkling sheen thanks to the sheer GALLON of body glitter coating her.
…Quite frankly, there was just so much of it in the locker rooms, regardless that even if she didn't use any of it, she'd end up with an appropriate amount on her thick pawg booty anyway, so might as well weaponize it. Hence her stripper name, Glitter Bomb-Booty, because when her ass claps, body glitter explodes from it.
"Hey bitch." She stopped applying her makeup to turn her attention to the only other 'white' girl in the changing room: Gold Standard. This strip club employed all the colors of the rainbow, Black, Asian, Latina… but they were currently the only white girls working tonight. Gold Standard had a bit of heft to her body, using exclusively gold makeup and clothes, wearing tight gold bikini tops and even tighter matching shorts… maybe she should wear shorts. "You got a guy waiting for your ass in VIP room 2."
"Already? I just got off the main stage."
"It's why you got a guy waitin, bitch." Said Gold Standard dismissively… for the record, 'Bitch' is just what the girls called the newest one here. She wasn't calling her a bitch out of any animosity… but there wasn't any affection there either. Stripping was a cutthroat world in Gotham, and Gold Standard was the top white girl in this club before she and her PAWG ass showed up.
…So maybe there was SOME animosity
"Alright then." She said, putting her top back on, and running her hands through her long golden hair before strutting back out of the changing room to the whispers of her 'fellow' strippers as her ass cheeks wobbled distractingly with each step.
She walked out to the roar of music so loud it was a miracle the DJ could be heard announcing the next stripper or hear someone narrating-
You don't know that I know, You watch me every night, And I just can't resist the urge, Just to stand here in the light-
-but unfortunately, or fortunately, people were still going to notice the new pawg blonde strutting in the dark trying to get to the VIP section, where private rooms and lap dances abound. The bouncer guarding the velvet rope unhooked it as she approached, but said nothing while he ate the eye candy of her ass vanishing behind the curtain
She strutted down the musky hallway, ignoring the gyrating moans of lap dances grinding on crotches before getting to the VIP room 2. Pushing open the silky curtains, and was hit with cigar smoke, and she casually waved away the mist of smoke as she strutted into the VIP lounge. It was a small and compact thing with a couch stained with booze and probably less than reputable fluids that were expressly forbidden in the VIP rooms. A lone stripper pole was planted in the floor in front of the couch, and she grabbed onto it, smiling seductively at the man before her.
She's seen him before, danced for him too, hard not to notice even in the low, fussy lights of the strip club, a towering charcoal black man with a body like a linebacker and teeth so white they glowed in the dark. He had a neat military crew cut, a tattoo of a snake on the right side of his neck, and a gold chain necklace hanging low on his pectorals. It didn't have anything attached to it; it was just a golden chain… the guy was twice her size and probably three times as lustful. Her tongue slid across her glossy lips as she gazed at him… her eyes flinging up and down his muscular body as she swayed her own. "Heeeey."
"Hey, girl." He said hungrily as she twirled on the pole, shaking her ass at him, jiggling her cheeks and popping her hips, sliding down the pole, squatting on her stripper heels as her ass cheeks clapped together as she twerked it. Raining glitter down onto the floor like it was snowing as she popped and locked, shooting upright again as he gazed at her thick pawg ass clapping away. "…Why don't you have a seat?" he said, licking her lips as she stood back up, and bending over, shaking her jiggly booty towards him as a massive hand slapped her ass.
"Oh… so ROUGH with my body." She said as he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap as she laughed, "Oh!" she giggled playfully, hands on his knees and bouncing her booty on his growing bulge as his hands rubbed her waist. "…Like that?" she asked, feeling his hands on her thick pawg ass, sinking into her glittery cheeks as she cooed.
"I really like that." He said, "…I like it so much… how about you come home with me and I show you just how much?" She rolled her green eyes and tossed her golden hair into his face. "Ngh!"
"Yeah, we don't do that here." She said, not that she was AGAINST feeling the thing in his pants poking at her ass. But being relatively new in Gotham, she needed this job, and if she started whoring herself out of a strip club like this, her ass would be kicked out faster than she'd get her boss to fuck it to keep her job… also, there was another contributing factor. "Besides, I don't think your WIFE would appreciate it." She said, feeling his wedding ring rubbing her glittery booty.
To be clear. She didn't CARE if she was the other woman, emotionally speaking, if this fucker wanted to cheat on his wife with a slutty stripper, that's HIS fault, not HERS… she just didn't need the shit that would come with it, which could potentially cost her a job she needed to have in a new city. And while the other strippers called her 'bitch' they have told stories around the vanity mirrors about wives getting pissed at Strippers for doing their jobs rather than their shitty husbands lusting OVER those strippers.
"Come on, girl, she ain't gonna find out-" he said as his hands started rubbing and squeezing her body, but she grabbed his wrists, pinned them down to the couch, and leaned back against him.
"I'm not here to fuck. I'm here to dance." She said sternly, "I'm not losing my job to get you off when you can jerk it just as well to the same result." She said as he scowled, apparently not used to, or approving of, the word 'no' when a pretty white girl with a thick ass doesn't give him the ride he really wants.
"Come on, girl, I'm good for it." He said, his hands easily breaking her grip and grabbing at her ass as she sighed, stood up, and stepped away. "Hey!"
"Look. Asshole." She said, "This isn't the place for it. Find a streetwalker. I'm not dealing with this or losing my job over it." She then strutted away, not even bothering to charge him as she told the bouncer he didn't take 'no' for an answer and was promptly thrown out and promptly forgot all about him…
…Of course, nowadays things are entirely different.
Time: 7:05 PM Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-Click
"Superbabes. We deliver."
"Chili Cheese Flash Fries. Delivered by Flash."
"…Very well, we expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address, please."
Meanwhile
Orders hung up the phone, staring off into space for a second, before shaking it off and ripping off the receipt. "Flash. You got one." Tugging Bills out of her shorts, she stacked them on the counter as she approached, sliding the money towards her purple-eyed boss as food slid across the counter. "Here." Orders handed her the receipt as she looked it over, shoved it into her pocket, and picked up the food, winking at Orders. She said nothing as she walked out the back door and towards the company car. "…I'm sure it'll be fine."
Said the Clairvoyant.
But Flash didn't hear her snarky boss; she was humming to herself as she slid her thick pawg ass into the driver's seat, making sure it was a very happy seat before she sped into traffic and off to Upper-East Gotham.
Not quite Gotham Heights, and not quite the suburbs, Upper-East Gotham had just the right amount of Rich flavor and a casual, welcoming feeling… ideally with none of the weirdness of both. Keyword being: ideally.
She made good time, drumming her hands on the steering wheel to the stripper music playing out of the radio as she pulled her car up front of a house that looked like it should be somewhere in the suburbs, but rich enough to be closer to Gotham Heights… in other words, a house she'd never afford on her own.
She got out of the car and her ass jiggled in her shorts as she strutted past the mailbox and up the path to the front door of the two-story unsuspicious house, a lone porchlight illuminating the two-story building and the two-car garage, a neatly mowed lawn that clearly had somebody paid to do it…
"Hmph." Flash jiggled up to the front door, standing on the welcome mat, before raising her fist and knocking on the front door loudly. "Superbabes."
Time: 7:34 PM. Place: Upper East Gotham (Totally not suspicious house)
"Special Delivery Service." She finished, putting on her normal, pretty, confident smile as she adjusted her tits in the red shirt, and her booty shorts to show a little more booty… waiting for the door to open, and it soon did. It creaked like a haunted house attraction, and the light from inside the house was soon eclipsed by the towering body of the owner.
Hair, teeth, skin, gold chain… yep, she recognized him right away. "Hey, Baddie." He said with a hungry growl as he stared down at her. She stared back up at him and smiled. Clenching her fist to stop the sudden nervous vibration in her fingers, it went away quickly.
"Hey, asshole." She said, but not in an insulting way… but in a way that implied that she remembered him and that was how she memorized him. "They let you back in the club yet?"
"Shit, I ain't even mad you got me kicked out, I've been going to a way better place." He replied, sounding legitimately honest about the former, but not so much the latter. "Get yo sweet ass in here…" he said, reaching out with his massive, still wearing a wedding ring, hand and grabbing her thick pawg ass cheek, pulling her inside. "Looks like I gotchu you come to my place after all." He said, fondling her massive ass with one hand before pulling it away and smacking it hard.
"Ah…" she gasped softly as he led her towards a massive L-shaped couch and armchair. "Looks like you did." She replied, casually dropping his fries on a low table right next to a half-drunk bottle of expensive booze. His hand sank deep into her ass meat as she moaned softly. He sat down on the couch, spread his legs, and stared lustfully at her, using both hands now to fondle her pawg booty as she moaned, letting him play.
"Where were we?" he said silkily as she smirked and brushed his hands away from her ass. He reached for the bottle, not looking away from her increasingly swaying body. "Yeah…" he leaned back, "Gonna give me a show first before I make you my bitch." He declared as she rested her hands on the back of her head, swinging and worming her lower body erotically as his cock bulged bigger and bigger in his basketball shorts… peaking out from the right leg. "If you ain't already addicted to black cock girl, you're gonna be…" he declared, probably half-drunk and completely lustful. She swiveled her hips in pleasure, bouncing her hips and bending over, hands on her knees as she rolled her ass in a circle.
"Oh, I LOVE black dick…" she declared playfully. To be clear, she didn't subscribe to 'bigger and blacker is better,' she just knew how to play the field. She continued shaking her ass for him and bending over flexibly, looking at him between her legs as her braided blonde hair curled on the floor. Her ass cheeks were still twerking in the tight yellow shorts as she wrapped her arms around her calves. "Have you seen my phat ass baby?-"
"Fuck yeah I have-"
"It's made for big black dick…" She raised her hands, smacked her pawg ass, and shot upright, swinging her hair up and over like a whip to smack on her back. "I LOVE how hard I get them, how GOOD they feel. How YUMMY they taste…" she purred silkily as his cock practically vibrated at the words. She hooked her hands under her flash-marked shirt and promptly yanked it off. "Mmn…" she tossed her shirt aside, before reaching for her tits, squeezing, lifting, and dropping them so quickly she might have actually slapped them instead, and nobody notices. "Hee-hee." She then bounced them about, twisting her torso playfully as he watched them jiggle, rubbing his cock against his muscled thigh, his tip oozing pre-cum.
"Yeah? Then come over here and take care of it." She slid onto her knees, between his legs, she leaned towards his tip and licked it against his leg, smiling up at him with her masked face and green eyes twinkling seductively as he rested his hand on her head, pushing her against his tip as her lips and tongue slobbered over his glans. "Kept me waiting too long. Should've just come home with me when I offered the first time, you were born for fucking."
"MMn…mmn-gh. Mmnn…" her lips sucked his tip, tongue tickling his urethra as she rested her cheek against his thigh. "I told you. It wasn't my job to fuck you." She said, before smiling playfully, 'brushing' her front teeth with his tip, slurping his pre-cum between them as she smiled. "Now it is." She said with a lustful purr that extracted a particularly powerful jet of pre-cum into her mouth. "Mmn… MMMn…" she moaned as he pulled her down his cock, shoving her face into the leg of his basketball shorts.
"Git on that DICK. Yeah…" he growled, the lower half of her masked face covered by his shorts as she sucked his big dick. "That's a good white bitch." He said as she giggled in response, "Haa…" sighing as her tongue worked his glans, swirling around his tip as he drank the rest of his booze, throwing the bottle aside, he slid her face up and down his cock.
"Mmn…mmngh…" standing up over her. "MMGn… Ah!" she popped off his cock with a wet slurp as he threw his shorts to the floor and slammed her pretty face onto his hairy balls. "Mmn!" sucking one of them immediately into her mouth as he rubbed his dick on her face, her ass cheeks bouncing alternately up and down on her feet as she kneeled reverently before him. "Aah!" drooling as he pulled her face from his nutsack, dripping with her saliva, now he slid her lips back onto his cock.
"Suck this DICK…" he snarled, grinning madly down at her as his 10-inch dick slid deeper and deeper into her throat. Her nose planted against his muscled stomach, her eyes gazing up at him as her tongue danced on his cock and balls, sliding out beneath her mouth to suck in that nutty flavor. "That's a good ho!"
"MMn-hmmn!" she moaned around his dick, tongue vibrating on his shaft as he let go of her head.
"Suck it on your own." He ordered, "Oh fuck…" The words hardly left his mouth as she threw her face up and down his cock. "Oh, Shit…!" he laughed. "Fuck yeah…" her head slurping noisily up and down as he grabbed her hair again, and the base of his cock, popping his dick from her lips before sliding it back in and doing it again. Pop. Pop. Pop… he smacked her lips with his girth as she smiled up at him happily, vibrating her tongue on his shaft as it pulsated with each slap.
"The prettiest a white girl like you ever is, is when they have a black dick in them." He declared, like it was his life goal to fuck the blondest pawg he could find. She just giggled, "I knew you were a freak the first time I saw your phat ass quaking on stage."
"I'm the freakiest." She said playfully, shaking her ass as he growled, cum oozing from his tip as he smacked her cheek with his rod
"Git up bitch." He said, and she got to her feet so fast she almost hit him in the jaw with her head, her tits brushing around his cock as she stood up, and his hands slammed down into her shorts.
"Ah…" she gasped as his fingers slid into her pussy, furiously rubbing at her clit as her body vibrated, "Oh… fuck…" she moaned as his other hand slipped between her meaty ass cheeks and prodded her holes, stretching the yellow shorts down her thick thighs. "Yeah…"
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
"Yeah. Fuck the shit out of me, baby…" grabbing his throbbing cock and stroking it, "Fuck me good with this big black monster…" she purred, stroking and vibrating her fingers on his cock as pre-cum oozed like a leaky faucet. "Ha!" he suddenly ripped his hands from her holes, grabbing her face. He turned her around, throwing her across the couch onto her hands and knees, well, mostly. "Ah…" One leg was still off the couch.
He grabbed her big, pawg ass, stretching her cheeks apart before mercilessly sliding his cock up her dripping folds and towards her back door. "Ah-HAAA!!" gasping and howling as he slid deep into her body. "My ASS!" she hissed, before moaning happily. "So fucking FULL!"
"You brainless fucking Ho!" he snarled, grabbing her hair in one hand and her waist with the other, yanking both down onto his cock as he pulled it out and slammed it in her. "Take! That! Black! DICK!!"
"Yes! Yes! FUCK! OH! FUCK MY ASS!!" she hissed, shaking and vibrating in pleasure as he yanked her hair, keeping her head up as her ass cheeks rippled from his balls deep thrusting. "Fuck! My! ASS! OH! YEAH!!" he let go of her waist and smacked her ass hard. "AH! Yes! Smack my ass! AH!!" clapping a red handprint on her pawg booty. "Smack it! Harder! Harder!! SMACK MY ASS!! YES!!"
Roughly, he pounded her ass with his hand and cock, riding her harder as she shivered and vibrated in pleasure from his rampaging cock. "Who's your daddy ho?!" WHAP!
"OH! You're my daddy!! Oh! You're my DADDY! Fuck my ass, daddy! Harder!" she grinned over her shoulder at him, eyes twinkling maliciously as her ass vibrated around his cock. "Daddy! Daddy! Oh, you're my big black daddy! Fucking my PHAT ASS!!"
"FUUUCK!!!" he slammed into her, throwing her forward onto the couch.
"Ugh! UNGH! FUCK!!" Flash howled happily in orgasm, shaking and spasming in sensual vibration under his massive bulk as he pinned her down, spilling his load deep into her ass as he fucked her body. "MMGh!" thrusting into her as he emptied his balls. "Fuck me, DADDY…"
"FUCK!! NNGH!!" he buried his cock into her vibrating butt, growling and marveling at how fucking good and tight she felt, shivering around his cock in a violent, alleged, orgasm… even if it was just her sexual vibration acting up and working on his dick. "You fucking HO!"
"Ooooooh!" Flash howled as he began plowing her hard into the couch, prone, using her asshole. "Oooh Oh OH! Daddy! Am I a good Ho daddy?! Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me harder than you fuck mommy!" she cooed teasingly as he did. "FUCK!!"
"You teasingly little bitch! Fuck take this big black dick in your greedy little white ass!"
"My ass ain't little DADDY… Ugh! Ah!!" she laughed as she grinned, clenching her teeth madly as she moaned out a seductive. "But it feels so fucking GOOD."
"You fucking whore! This is what you're FOR!" he snarled in her ear, squeezing his arms tightly around her body and just whaling away at her whale tail needy booty. "Beg for fucking MORE!" he growled, railing her harder and harder, sliding her across the couch with his thrust.
"More! More! MORE!! DADDY!!" she howled, grabbing his arms as he jackhammered her big pawg ass, "FUCK ME MORE DADDY!!" she howled, shaking under him as he roared his release. "Fuck me! FUCK! ME!" gasping the words as he buried his cock into her vibrating butt. "Ooooooooh." Groaning in satisfaction as she climaxed.
"FUCK. Take DICK." He snarled, draining his balls as her inner walls massaged out his load with her vibration power. "Fucking ho!" he snarled suddenly, ripping out of her body and leaving her an erotically shivering mess, smacking her ass. "On this dick!" he roared. He grabbed her hair as he sat on the couch.
"Aagh!!" she groaned, yanked to her feet by her braid before being dragged back onto his lap, straddling him. He grabbed her waist, lifted her, and slammed her pussy around his cock. "OOOH!!" gripping her waist tightly as her ass molded on his lap, her jerked her up and down, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!" her tits swinging on her chest as her head rolled back, her body flexibly arching as she rested her hands on his knees, "Fuck yes!"
He grunted and growled like a beast, slamming up into her shivering, vibrating body as she orgasmed around his shaft, snarling and drooling hungrily down his chest, and getting caught in his gold chain as he furiously. "Fat titties, fat ass…" he snarled, smacking her ass as he planted her on his cock.
"Oooh!!" she moaned, gyrating on his lap as she sat up, gazing lustfully at his handsome face as he smacked her ass. "Mgh!"
"What you need is black dick every day, ho." He grabbed two fistfuls of ass, lifting her and slamming her down on his cock. "And I'm going to fucking give it to you."
"Oh, give it to me, DADDY…" she licked her lips, "MMn! Give me this big black dick all day every day…" bouncing on his cock, hands raising up to rest on the back of her head. "If you need my body, Daddy, you can fuck it…" She then leaned forward, grabbing his chains and licking her lips as she gazed into his eyes. "For the right price."
"Yeah… you're just a fucking slut." He grinned, grabbing her ass, "A fucking cheap slut."
"That's right, daddy…" she moaned, riding him harder and faster, "A nasty cheap fucking slut you can fuck. FUCK!" her eyes rolled as she shivered in pleasure, body bouncing on his cock, ass cheeks flexing and twerking in his hands as she shivered in orgasm. "Fuck me! Fuck me! OH!!" He smacked her ass, "Aaah!" her body vibrating on his cock, sending him over the edge. He grabbed her hair with one hand, yanking it hard as she clenched her teeth and snarled in pain but tightened in pleasure, his other hand slamming on the curve of her ass, pushing her down on his pulsating black dick.
"Black baby time bitch!" pushing her onto his cock, "UUGH!"
"Fuck! Oh yeah…" she moaned whorishly, swiveling her hips. "Oh yeah, Daddy… give me that black baby…" she giggled and gyrated on him, flexing her beautiful body as his hands returned to her ass. Squeezing her cheeks as she sat upright on him, still rolling her hips as her sweaty body danced and swiveled. "Mmn…" he smacked her ass cheeks playfully, playing her booty like a drum despite the several bright red handprints on her ass.
"That's the best black dick you ever had, ho?" he said proudly as she giggled.
"Maaaybe." She said teasingly, leaning on him, rubbing his body with her tits as he relaxed. "You'll never know."
"What do you mean by that bitch?" he said, squeezing her ass firmly as she cooed.
"Are you going out there and fucking black guys?" she replied teasingly as he frowned, "I didn't think so, Daddy…" she whispered as he growled.
"…That reminds me bitch, you better be on the pill." She raised an eyebrow at that and rolled her eyes, pushing off him and slapping his chest.
"Fuck you, asshole." She replied, less playfully. "Of course I'm on the pill." Or at least the superior equivalent to it, thanks to Orders Chemical Cocktail.
"Good, I don't need any little bastards running around. Suck my dick." He added as she stared at him and slid off his body onto the floor. "Mmn…" he slid her mouth up and down his cock, leaning back and enjoying her oral work, her vibrating tongue and lips. "Don't know which bitch taught you to suck cock, girl, but give me her number.
"Mgh! Mmgh!" she gazed up at him as he fucked her throat, his cock pulsating as cum oozed onto her vibrating tongue. "Mmmn…" with a groan, he sighed in relief, his cock pulsating between her red lips as he held her on the tip, filling her mouth, "Fuck… swallow that nut."
"Mmn-hmmn…" she moaned, swallowing and drinking down his cum as her eyes closed and appeared to savor the taste of his thick cream as he chuckled.
"Shit…" he sighed. She slipped his cock from her lips as he then grabbed it at the base and swung it limply on her face. "That's some good suck… bring your sweet ass around tomorrow, I'll fuck you properly." He said as she stared at him and smiled.
"…Yes, Daddy." She stood up as he chuckled again, "But I need to shower."
"Down the hall." He said dismissively, watching her ass wobble around the couch as he turned on the TV, "Grab me a beer from the fridge while you're at it, would you?" She hesitated, but then walked into the kitchen, went into his fridge, and grabbed him a bottle of beer. Wiggling back into the living room naked, she handed him the beer, and he smacked her ass. "Thanks, ho." She smiled and headed for the shower, passing photos of him and an attractive black woman… There was a wedding photo with them and the best man and bridesmaid, both of them white and blonde, the latter of whom was really filling out that bridesmaid's gown… no tacky colors were going to hide that ass.
Game admired game for a minute before casually slipping into the bathroom and washing off. Her beautiful pawg body was doing the Superbabe shower thing as she quickly finished and slipped back out, tugging her mask back on and grabbing her clothes.
"Should've done this sooner." He said suddenly as she tugged her shorts up and over her pawg ass.
"What? Fuck?" she asked lazily as he watched her get dressed.
"Yeah. Would've saved time… absence does not make the cock get any softer." He joked as she rolled her eyes and tugged on her shirt.
"I told you, asshole, I could've lost my job. Are you fucking stupid or just don't fucking listen?" she asked frankly as he frowned at her. "Cash, please."
"You know bitch…" he got up, "For a greedy fuck pig, you got a lot of lip. I counted at least 10 different orgasms. You're just a cock addict like the rest of them." He said as she frowned. "Just another dumb ho in Gotham fucking for a living…" he said, then casually stuffed a wad of cash into her cleavage. "Should've just taken my money, like the rest, and fucked off." She stared at him for a second, rolled her green eyes, turned around, and walked towards the door without another word. "That's what I thought-"
That should've been the end of it… however.
Right when Flash reached the door, it swung open, startling her AND the asshole. A somewhat familiar, attractive black woman, her eyes full of righteous fury, glared at Flash. She was holding a cellphone to her ear, and she looked the pawg blonde up and down, before turning to the shocked and increasingly concerned, "You… BROKE ass mother FUCKER!" she shouted at him as he tried to justify being naked in a room with Flash.
"Baby?! What are you doing home?!-" he ducked as the phone she was holding was suddenly flying towards his head, shattering against the wall as she screamed in fury. "Baby, I can explain!!" she grabbed the gold chain in one hand and a BEER BOTTLE with the other before slamming it on his shoulder. Flash watched in awe as his wife smacked and hit the SHIT out of him, yanking off the gold chain from his neck and throwing it aside by Flash's feet as he tried to get away. "Baby!"
"Don't you 'baby' me, you fucking asshole! I have PROOF now motherfucker! DIVORCE! I am DIVORCING your unfaithful cheating ass!!!!" shrieking at him as he tried to escape her wrath, leaving Flash to watch the GROSS comeuppance hit in force… oddly satisfying. She was about to leave before the woman decided to attack her, paused, turned back around, and picked up the gold chain, swirling it playfully around her arm as she casually strutted out of the house, now filled with screams of rage and shattering glass…
Time: 8:55 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
With a loud clink, the gold chain clattered onto the counter, followed by a roll of bills. Orders looked up from her sudoku as Flash put her hands on her wide hips and smiled at her. "That guy was an asshole." She said, matter-of-factly.
"I don't care where the money comes from as long as it comes." Orders said frankly, clawing the money and the gold chain under the counter with a clang
"Well, the money came, I came, he came, his WIFE came…" she stared at Orders curiously. "…Did you-" Orders' purple eyes slowly raised from the money she was counting, silencing Flash with a look. For half a second. "Did you call her?"
Orders put Flash's cut on the counter, leaned back, and sighed tiredly as Flash took it. "I don't believe in Karma, Nikita." Orders said plainly. "If it were real, we'd all be screwed. But I do believe in comeuppance." Nikita folded the money and turned to head into the locker room.
"Uh huh…Well, next time let me know. I want to get that shit on recording."
"The private investigator watching across the street got it all on recording." Orders replied knowingly, as Nikita hesitated, sticking her head out to look at Orders. "…I'll send some associates of mine to retrieve it later. I could use some Candid Camera footage for the website. And it's been a while since I put the fear of 'Karma' in James Lafayette's bones…"
…She hasn't worked here long enough to get Orders' cryptic 'jokes' but hey, she got a good dicking, an asshole got a good beating and a COLOSSAL divorce proceeding, and she got paid. This job was WAY better than stripping…
Also, now that she knows she was being watched the whole time? That makes it so much HOTTER.
End
Next up is everyone's favorite cuck-queen, I have an idea for her, but don't expect her to come out so quickly I have to actually do some paying work... this was a special case, writing Nikita was like finally relieving myself after holding it in for a week XD