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Little Fiona O'Hagan squealed delightedly as she bounced up and down on her Aunt's back. Silver Banshee did pushups on her apartment floor as her young niece sat on her and watched her favorite episode of My Small Horsie while also helping out with her workout. Humming along to the theme song with her. Keeping pace with the song, only for little Fi to squeal. "Faster!"
"I'm going as fast as I'm going to, you little ankle biter!" she replied cheerfully as Little Fi giggled and laughed, watching the colorful ponies on her TV… up and down Silver Banshee pumped until her phone suddenly buzzed on couch and she dropped down. "Alright. Get off." She ordered as Little Fi hopped off her back and she hopped flexibly to her feet and grabbed her phone, checking the caller and scowling.
Ah Shite. But she didn't say it out loud at the top of her lungs like she normally would. She answered her phone. "Yeah, boss?" she snapped as Orders' sultry and cool voice replied.
"I need you to work tonight." Orders said as Silver Banshee scowled.
"I can't work tonight, I'm babysitting."
There was an audible sigh on the other end, and after a moment, Orders replied. "Just bring her in."
"My niece doesn't like clowns, boss." She mumbled under her breath trying not to alert her niece to the 'C' word… not 'cunt' she'd use that word all the time if she swore in front of her niece, which she never did. But CLOWN was a no-no word if you didn't want her screaming in terror. And while Silver Banshee didn't dress like a clown per se, unlike Harley Quinn, she did use white make-up, which was clown adjacent.
"Just bring her in." Orders repeated. "If she sees you putting on the make-up in front of her, she won't be scared, she'll know it's you." Silver Banshee scowled, thinking about Orders' logic as she added. "And there are half a dozen 'older sisters' here to watch over her as well. Just bring her in, I need you to work for a few hours."
"What? You got a guy that likes Irish girls with great bodies?" she joked.
"No. Too many girls are sick or can't come in." Orders replied bluntly. "Including Rebecca and Ronnie-Bell." Silver Banshee pouted but she shrugged, accepting her call in.
"Fine, I'll be there." She hung up, "Sorry Fi. Got to go into work." She picked up her niece from the floor, "You're coming with me, after a bath."
"Awww." She moaned, "I want to watch MSH…"
"I'll put some on my phone, you can watch at work." She said, "Don't pout, I'll wrangle some free fries out of my boss."
"Free fries!" cheered Little Fi, and Silver Banshee smirked, taking her into her bathroom for a quick wash.
"That's my girl!" Silver Banshee cheered as they took a bath.
Later that night
"Heel-toe! Heel-toe!" cheered Batwoman as she and Supergirl (II) line-danced side by side with Little Fi "WHOO!" CLAP! As they clapped and turned to the right, and kept dancing. Little Fi was enthusiastic about dancing. While Little Fi certainly couldn't river dance. Something Batwoman COULD do, she was happy to do a step down of line dancing with local sexy Cowgirl Supergirl joining in…
It would normally be very sexy for the Double D cowgirl and the sexy dancer Batgirl dancing and bouncing around, but the addition of a little girl just made it cute… and they were dancing in the lounge anyway. Not that Silver Banshee wasn't getting this one recording for her brother Stan. Once Little Fi saw her aunt painting her face, she wanted the same treatment, so the cute little Irish Girl had a brightly painted pony-themed rainbow face thanks to Platinum, who was unsurprisingly good at painting things.
"Alright, I can admit this was a cute idea." Silver Banshee grinned, holding up her phone and watching her niece dance with Batwoman and Supergirl as she sat in the bouncer position. No Big bitches or glamorous marine sluts tonight, Silver Banshee was the muscle. She promptly put her fingers into her mouth and whistled sharply at her adorable, amateurishly dancing niece, who smiled and waved at her aunt.
"Don't do that." Orders grunted irritably, rubbing a finger in her ear. Silver Banshee, however, shrugged and went back to watching her niece dance and play with the Superbabes. As annoyed as Orders looked at having a child once again disrupt Superbabes' regular work, she still let Little Fi play with the costumed girls… that's two girls not working the floor, going out on deliveries, or even dancing in public as most Superbabes are inclined to do. Ass shaking and boob jiggle is good business, obviously.
"Right, sorry, boss." Silver Banshee replied, only half listening. Orders sighed, drumming her fingers beneath her counter and deciding just to go back to her crosswords and let them have their fun until the little girl inevitably was tuckered out and sleeping on the couch… she rubbed her forehead, groaning slightly as a minor headache came on suddenly. She repressed the urge to curse out loud, only because of Little Fi, who nobody was allowed to curse in front of. Then reached for the phone…
Time: 8:00 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
RING-CLICK
"Superbabes, We Deliver."
"Can I get a pizza… and brownies? Oh, and some fries…"
"…Very well, anything else?"
"Yeah that hot Mexican hawkgirl chick with the sweet ass…"
"Hmph… very well. We expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed, name and address please."
Meanwhile
Orders hung up the phone, finished writing the receipt, and tore it off. Turning her attention to Silver Banshee, then handed her the receipt. "Here, take this." Silver Banshee blinked at her, then checked the receipt.
Silver Banshee took the receipt and read it for a second. "…Rosa's not here tonight." She noted as Orders shrugged.
"It's fine. The idiot's too drunk to know the difference anyway. But you're my muscle tonight, so go collect." Orders noted as the order soon slid across the counter. Silver Banshee slipped the receipt into her pocket before moving towards. "I got to go, Fi, be good until I get back." She said, ruffling her red hair.
"Kay!" she said cheerily before going right back to dancing with Batwoman and Supergirl. Technically speaking Little Fi was probably in the safest place in Gotham, so she could go out and beat the cash out of someone like a piñata. She grabbed the pizza, fries, and a serving of Divya's brownies. And walked out the back door to her bike and sidecar. Which she only hooked up when she was driving her niece. She dropped the food into the car, swung her leg over the seat, and roared off into Gotham.
Cheap Upper East Apartments are hard to come by, but they do exist, apparently. Her bike roared into the underground parking lot. She reached in, grabbed the food, and walked towards the underground elevator and rode up several floors until the DING echoed on the 7th floor. She stepped off the elevator, balancing the food on the pizza box before walking to her right, down the hall, and found the right apartment. Raising her fingerless, gloved fist and knocking loudly.
"Superbabes."
Time: 8:23 PM. Place: Upper East Gotham Apartments (Room #706)
"Special delivery Service!" she stood at the door, waiting for it to open. "…HEY." She knocked loudly again. "Superbabes!" she scowled and snapped under her breath, "Fecking bastards." Glancing down at the door knob she reached for it and gave it a twist. CLICK…
It popped right open, unlocked, in Gotham? Yeah, that's not asking for trouble…
So Trouble walked right in.
"Hey! Arseholes I-" she then paused, sniffed and sighed loudly then laughed. "Oh you feckers are so HIGH." She laughed, the entire apartment smelled like somebody threw an entire bale of hay's worth of weed on fire in a closed room. Fecking hell she felt a little high just taking a step inside… and it even looked kind of foggy. "Hey feckers. Anyone home?" she walked further into the apartment, and the literal haze of weed smoke permeated the entire apartment.
"Oh sweet… didn't hear you knock." Said the big white guy on the couch, short cut blonde hair, and with a big gut. Silver Banshee walked into the living room, dropped his food on the table, and then went straight to what appeared to be a sliding door to a balcony. Opening the room and letting out the weed smoke. "…You're not Hawkgirl."
"No shite." Silver Banshee said, "Tough luck shithead." She replied, and the guy exhaled a haze of weed smoke. "You got to vent the room fecker." She replied, "…Shite I'm going to smell like weed all the way back." She noted as he immediately began eating the pizza.
"Oh well. Guess Chucky's going to be out of luck then… he gets weird around weed." He said as if that explained everything. It didn't. But Silver Banshee didn't really care she was just here to collect not fuck.
"Yeah that's fantastic, time to pay up fecker." She said before scowling and looking around. "…If he gets weird around weed, why are you fecking smoking it?!"
He blinked at her with a mouthful of fries. "…I didn't smoke it. He just came home after our neighbor smoked it. She says it irritates her roommate and she's kinda hot so-" well, she not only didn't have time for this but, again, she didn't care. Abruptly walking up to him, grabbing his shirt, pulling him forward, and slapping him across the face.
"Ow…" he mumbled indignantly as she dropped him back onto the couch.
"It doesn't matter who smoked it. How are you paying for that?" she gestured to the food. "Because you need to pay for your munchies you fecker."
"I'm gonna." He replied, rubbing his cheek where she slapped him as he looked her up and down. "…It was supposed to be that hot Mexican chick. She was nice."
"First off fecker, she's Cuban, big difference. Second-" Silver Banshee began only to hear a subtle thumping from somewhere in the apartment. "…The feck is that?"
The guy stopped rubbing his cheek, the weed probably dulling his pain as he looked over his shoulder. "Oh, that's Chucky." He said, "He gets weird around weed." He repeated, "The sexy mex-"She turned her skull-painted face on him again, and he corrected himself. "The sexy Cuban lady was for him… guess he's just going to have to wait until the weed wears off." He grabbed another slice of pizza.
"Alright I've dealt with weirder shite." She said dismissively and ignoring 'Chucky's' thumping. "Well, you're still going to pay for the delivery." She added, holding out her hand, "Let's go already before I'm too stoned to drive back."
"Sure… want a beer?"
"Yes. But I can't drink right now." She replied as he wiggled on the couch, slapping his pockets, frowning, then patting his pockets again before sliding his hands actually in his pocket. "...You can't find you wallet?" she said, looking around for something to hit him with as he mumbled.
"Uh… it might be in my bedroom." He said uncertainly. "…Or it might be in the couch." He began eating the pizza again. Silver Banshee rolled her eyes and looked around.
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Down the hall on your left." He said, "Should be on the dresser." She turned and walked towards the back of the apartment.
"I'll go look, you look for it here. And if I find something to HIT you with, all the better." She note,d however he didn't quite hear her…
"…Or was it the right door?" But Silver Banshee didn't hear him and walked deeper into the apartment. A pair of rooms stood across from each other, and between them was a bathroom and shower. Both bedroom doors were shut…
So as instructed, she grabbed the left door and opened it, only to be immediately rushed by a young redheaded guy without pants. His hands had been bound behind his back, and his mouth had been gagged by a duct tape. He charged at her, burying his face into her chest as she took a step back to brace herself as he leaned against her and dry humped her leg.
"…The FECK?" She turned her head back towards the guy on the couch, who hadn't really moved. "What the FUCK is wrong with this fecker?!"
"Oh, that's just Chucky. I told you he gets weird when he's high." He said calmly. "Some dudes get the munchies like me, others get chill, he wants to bang any girl that movies." He added, "That's why I ordered the Hotgirl hawkie…" he said, eating more fries and puffing on a joint.
"Stop smoking weed!" Silver Banshee snapped irritably as Chucky kept dry-humping her leg, leaning against her body as she glanced down at him. Feebly trying to get off on her. "Why is he tied up?!"
"I told you he gets weird." He replied as she rolled her eyes, "I was hoping for-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you were hoping for." Silver Banshee rolled her eyes, then let them focus back on Chucky, then, after a second, shrugged. "A,h what the feck, I got some time…" and he was kinda cute. She liked the cute ones. "Alright you horny bastard I'll fix you up." She said with a laugh before shoving him easily back into the room and onto the bed, his cock wobbling erectly as she shut the door behind her, hoping the Weed smoke would stay out and vent out the open balcony door.
With his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, she squatted down between them, grabbing his throbbing meat pole and giving it a few skilled strokes. "Mmmmn…" immediately Chucky seemed to be soothed at her handjob, bucking up into her stroking fist as she smirked cheekily, sucking in sultrily through her teeth as she stroked him up and down.
"Like that, do you?" Silver Banshee grinned, reaching for his balls and fondling them firmly. "Ha-ha… at least you don't have a hair-trigger…" her hand speedily slid up and down his shaft as pre-cum oozed from his tip, he moaned contentedly as she kept pumping her hand. "Bet you want to put this in a fat ass huh? Well tough shite."
She extended her tongue and slid it slowly up his shaft before wrapping her black lips around his shaft. "SLURP!-POP!" pulling off his tip it wobbled eagerly as she wrapped her lips back around it again and repeated. "SLUUUUURP-POP!" pulling off again as pre-cum oozed from his tip and she smirked again, still stroking his cock before wrapping her lips back around him. "Mmn! Mmn! Mmngh…" humming as she sucked dick, pumping her hand twisting her lips as she bobbed her white haired head up and down. "Mmgh! Mmmgh-sluuurp-POP!" she pulled away again, licking her lips. "How's that fecker? Better then some MILF bitch?"
The correct term is SMILF… and even then, Rosa is technically a cougar.
"Your balls are getting drained regardless arsehole." She purred before poking his tip with her tongue and making it dance, swirling around his glans and slurping up pre-cum. "Mmn… mgh-hmmn?!" she froze as cum burst into her mouth, his hips bucking up towards her face as he pumped thick ropes into her mouth. She quickly gulped down his load and popped her lips off again. "Bwah…" she gasped, glancing at his unaffected girth, wobbling erectly despite her previous draining before smirking. "Yeah, alright, I guess head and hands don't have the same effect as a good old-fashioned bang…"
She stood up, his cock twitching as he watched her unbuckle her pants, pushing them down slowly before kicking them aside and turning around smacking her firm ass cheeks. She then threw herself onto his lap, rubbing his cock against her ass cheeks, "There we GO." She snapped, easily catching his cock and sheathing him inside her. Bouncing up and down immediately as they moaned together…
Chucky bucked his hips up against her body as she rested her hands on her knees and bounced harder and faster. "Oh! Fuck yeah you like that?!" she snarled slamming down onto his cock. "Ha-ha-ha…" keeping up her steady pace, bouncing up and down onto his cock as he moaned into his duct tape gag. She bent forward, swinging her hips up and down onto his cock. "Feels like you like that!"
"Mmmmgh!" Chucky bucked his hips up into her body, meeting her hips dropping onto his lap as his arms squirmed in their bindings.
"Come on now fecker hurry it up! I'm pretty sure I'm not even here to bang you-" RIP! Rip? "OH SHITE!" she laughed as Chucky ripped his restrains, and slapped onto her ass and sovered her forward. "FECK!" She hit the floor face first and tried to push herself off the floor, but Chucky grabbed her waist with his recently freed hands and furiously pounded into her from behind. "Ooooh FECK!" she hissed, moaning as he threw his hips forward over and over, flinging his head back as he jackhammered away at her body from behind. "AH-ah-ah-aaah! NNGH!" shaking suddenly in orgasm as he kept furiously slamming her from behind, his cock burying deep into her pussy over and over. "Feck! Feck! Fucking! FUCK!!" Silver Banshee moaned as he kept thrusting, "You little SHIIIITE…"
"Mmgh! Mmgh! Mmgh! Mmgngh!!" Chucky howling into his gag before furiously swinging his cock into her body. "MMmgh!!" burying his cock into her and shaking as he pumped a hot load into the Irish bitch. "Mmmmn…" he moaned as his balls clenched, pumping his cum balls-deep as her inner walls clinging to his cock.
"Oh you FECKING arsehole…" she moaned, "Oooh… AH! What the FECK!" she hissed as he pulled out of her ripping off the duct tape over his mouth before flopping her onto her back. "Hey-FUCK!!" he buried his cock abruptly back into her, "Mgh! Hey! You-SHITE…" she moaned as he immediately started mating pressing her into the floor. "NNGH!!"
"I'm going to knock you up and turn you into my baby factory!" he moaned into her chest. "Get pregnant! Get pregnant!" he chanted, furiously pounding away at her over and over.
"Ngh! Aah-aah!!" Silver Banshee clawed the floor as his hips rapidly clapped on top of her.
"Get pregnant! Get pregnant!" he hissed through his teeth into her chest, squeezing at her breasts as his cock pulsated and moaned.
"Fucking! ARSE!!" she hissed, "Ugh! Ahaa!" She snarled in pleasure, shaking in pleasure and clawing his back and head. "Fucker!" she moaned, "You want to knock me up huh!? You better make me fucking cum HARD!" she groaned, "If you want to knock me up you better make sure I can't beat your ass!!" she howled in pleasure. "Feck-fecking FUCK!! OOOH!!" Her back arched as she came as hard as he was thrusting.
"Get pregnant! Have my baby! Get PREGNANT!!" slamming deep into her, slowing down, and burying his cock into her as her insides clung firmly to his shaft as it bulged and exploded deep into her body. "Haah. Ahh… I'm going to knock you up…" he moaned into her chest, clinging tightly to her body as if he was glued to her. Shivering beneath him as if trying to shake him off, moaning in orgasm. "So good…" he moaned sleepily into her body as she groaned. "Get pregnant…"
After a moment, Silver Banshee's hands finally unclenched, then grabbed him by the waist before promptly ripping him out of her body and tossing him to the side with a thump. "Haah…" she shivered, her legs flopping to the floor before rolling over and getting to her feet. "Oooh SHITE…" she clawed up the wall. "Ooooh you're fecking lucky you're cute…" she hissed, "Her ass cheeks clenching and flexing as the orgasmic spasms finished rippling through her. "OOooh…" cum dripped down her inner thigh as she clawed the wall, slightly bent over… ass sticking out behind her.
…Let's be honest she should've expected this.
"Ahhh!" she gasped suddenly as Chucky rushed her from behind again, wrapping his arms around her waist and thrusting into her once again. "Ah! Ah! F-FUCKER…!" she gasped.
"You're not pregnant… get pregnant," Chucky grunted, slapping his hips messily against her from behind. Grabbing her white hair suddenly, yanking her head back as she howled in pain and pleasure. "Have my baby!"
"Oh! Oh! FUCK… Do it! Knock me up! Fucking do it! You fecking little shit! Give me a cute fucking baby! Cum on! Harder! Breed me harder you little shite! Ooooh!!" Chucky furiously pounded her, speeding up, faster and faster riding her against the wall as her eyes rolled up into her head as she squealed. "Fuck! Aah! FUCK!! Ah!" he pulled her from the wall and flopped to the floor onto his back, with her straddling him, he pumped up into her. "Ah! Ah! HAAH!" gasping, howling, and shrieking in orgasm as he held her waist and pumped rapidly up into her.
"Getpregnant!Getknockedup!Havemybabies!" rapidly undulating and moaning before finally slamming up into her.
"OOooh!!" cum pumping up into her. Holding his hips to her body and letting his cock pulsate and fill her up again, before finally flopping to the floor. "Haah… hah." Gasping softly, she blinked down at him. Her make-up running and her hair ragged she fell forward and pulled off his limp cock with a wet slurp. "Mmhg…" wiggling subtly, "FECK…" she pulled herself up from the floor again, wobbling on her feet before bending over and grabbing her pants and shoes. "FECKING shite…" she sighed, wiping her forehead of sweat and some make-up with it before wobbling out of the room and immediately into the bathroom.
She washed herself quickly. Sweat, cum and paint flooding down the drain as she finally felt the felling back in her legs properly again and got out of the shower. Drying off, she put her clothes back on. She walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to find the first guy still unmoving on the couch but with an empty pizza box. "Did you find your wallet?" she asked almost sweetly.
"Oh hey, you're still here." He said before gaping at her paintless, notoriously pretty face.
"Oh hey, you're still high!" she replied sarcastically with a grin as he continued to stare wordlessly at her face. "Fecker. Money. Now." She said bluntly, "And I banged your buddy, so that's extra." He blinked at her. She then grabbed his shirt again and raised her hand.
"Wait wait wait!" he said, getting to his feet. "I'll go look for my wallet." He said, rubbing his cheek as if she had hit him.
"Take the fecking fun out of it." He jogged back into the apartment, and after a moment, he soon returned with his wallet and handed her a thick wad of cash. She took it from his grip and slipped it into her pocket. 'Alright. See you around dickheads." She waved and walked her sweet ass out of the apartment. "And ventilate the fucking apartment!" she walked out, sniffed her close and sighed "Ah shite… Now I got to smell that all the way back."
Time: 9:29 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"This was a mistake." Orders sighed tiredly, watching the occupants of the couch… which was currently Bessie, lying on her back reading a magazine while Little Fiona O'Hagan slept on her chest. To be fair, they were probably the softest pillows in the restaurant. She might have been exaggerating, considering she traded one gigantic-tittied Superbabe for two equally sexy Superbabes… now on a 2 for 1, but that's still one less babe.
"I'm back. What did I miss?" Silver Banshee announced as Orders turned her gaze on her as she cooed. "Oh, that's adorable." She chuckled, viewing her niece being the envy of every guy currently on the floor right now. Using Bessie's tits as pillows.
"You're late, Ashley." Orders snapped as Ashley raised a barefaced eyebrow at that.
"Not my fault a little weirdo got his hands on me." Ashley replied, handing Orders the money as she snatched it out of her hand.
"When is your brother coming to pick her up?" Orders asked, giving Ashley back her cut.
"Don't you know already?" she asked, easily deflecting Orders' purple-eyed glare.
"I need you to SAY it." Orders replied as Ashley checked the clock.
"Hour. An hour and a half-maybe. He had a few shows tonight." Ashley replied, stretching as Orders scoffed
"Hmph." She looked down at her crosswords. "Well then, I don't feel so bad."
"About what? HURP!?" she was suddenly shoved forward as Rebecca arrived in all her big sexy muscular glory as Ashley turned, resisting the urge to greet Rebecca with her usual 'big bitch' comment, even asleep no swearing in front of her niece. That's why she got it out of her system at that weed-filled apartment.
"Sup Ash." Rebecca smiled prettily at her before noticing Little Fi sleeping on Bessie's chest. "Oh, that's cute and hilarious." Bessie herself was taking all of it in stride. Sure, she was being a pillow for a cute little girl, but she WAS getting paid for this...
"What the he-llo…" she said slowly as Rebecca grinned. "Are you doing here?"
"Late night snack." Said Rebecca, "I brought company."
"Hey Ash." Danny Smulders slipped out of his giant in comparison sister's shadow and greeted Ashley, who immediately seemed to change before their eyes.
"Danny. Hey. Sup…" she said, she did like the cute ones after all.
"I asked Rebecca to come in, so you can take Fiona back to your apartment if you want." Orders replied dismissively, tapping her counter. Ashley glowered at Orders, like she was going to leave NOW with Danny Smulders here… she's not letting those slutty bitches get their tits on him.
"Nah, I'm good." Ashley said as Little Fi stirred, and sat up only to spot her aunt and-
"Auntie Becca!" she said cheerily but sleepily. Becca grinned at Little Fi and immediately relieved Bessie's breasts of the little ankle biter, lifting her up and giving her a hug and a kiss.
"Hello Fi! Look who I brought with me! This is my little brother, you can call him Uncle Danny." Ashley glared at Rebecca, who grinned evilly as Danny greeted Little Fi. The context being that if Ashley had her way, that might become more official...
Ashley turned slowly to Orders, who was smiling almost maliciously. "…You're an evil witch." Orders rolled her eyes, "It's past her bedtime." She added as Fi, then rested her head on Rebecca's shoulder and looked half asleep once again.
"…Fine. Put her on my couch in my office." Orders replied, "Rebecca. Table for three? Elizabeth, get them a table." She said as Bessie got to her feet.
"You're still a witch." Ashley added, "And I will be using stronger language later."
"Hmmn." Orders replied casually, as Rebecca went to put Little Fi down. An empty threat in the long one, with Danny here, Ashley will be on her best behavior…
Tomorrow though? She'll be back to being her usual fire-starting self.
End
Chucky and white guy with a gut from Hawkgirl#6 make a return, and Ashley gets a cute one, and Danny, and Fi and WHO IS NEXT? Well, according to my list,t it's supposed to be Divine... Buuuuuut It could be Bessie because I want to write giant titties... or Lucy for certain reasons that could be apparent soon-ish...