At the opposite side of the city in the
sleaziest parts of town the double doors to a well-known strip bar “The Titty
Twister’ flung open where Buck trotted inside, wringing his hands with a smirk.
Behind him was the bouncer, clonked out and leaning against the wall while in
front of him with heavy bass and rock music going off so loud his pointed ears thrummed,
Buck watched on as a crowd surrounded the stage throwing bills at the dancing
women overhead. “Now THIS is what I call a party!”
Making his way over to an empty table Buck
lounged back and watched as the latest dancer picked up her tips and blew a
kiss back at her audience before moving past the curtain. Cheering from his
table and hollering when a gorgeous blonde sashayed into view Buck smirked up
at the woman when her eyes went glassy and her cheeks flushed, his pheromones already
kicking in. The sight of the half-naked dancer straddling and spinning around
the brass pole made his cock thump the table, practically making the thing jump
off its feet.
Minutes later a waitress in a black corset approached
and giggled, fanning herself when Buck’s scent filled her nostrils. “Oh hey
handsome… You know it’s the ladies that are supposed to be naked in here right?”
She giggled.
“Hey if I had pants that fit they’d have
three legs babe, whatcha got to drink around here?”
“Drink?” For a moment the woman blinked hazily,
looking more aroused by the minute and unable to concentrate on anything except
the honey oat scent filling her senses and the peak of the massive shlong
thumping under the table.
“How’s about this doll? Bring me the best
you got and you and me could do a little pole dancing of a DIFFERENT kind.”
Nudging his eyes brows Buck looked up to see the lust drunk woman instantly got
the idea and licked her lips before sauntering away, adding an extra wiggle to
her hips. Looking back up at the stage Buck chuckled at how all the dancers
were getting more and more lurid with their shows, each and every one of them leering
at him like a bunch of starving cats at a caged tweety bird.
“Yep, this is gonna be a WILD party!”
*
Meanwhile back at the Hall of Justice…
Dinah and Shayera sat alone in the sickbay,
a blush on their cheeks that refused to go away even an hour after Buck had
made his escape. Having been royally plowed six ways through Sunday the two
women sat and shivered, their sensitivity was so heightened from their
experience with the horny satyr that they could actually feel traffic drive by.
“Ooh, that’s a fire truck.” Whimpered Black
Canary, wriggling in her seat and trying to calm her booming heart.
“Yeah… A firetruck filled with big hunky
fire MEN… Damn how can I still be so damn horny? That… Whatever he was RUINED
me for other men.”
“You tell it sister.” Shivered the blonde bombshell,
noticing that Hawk Girl’s top seemed to be getting tighter, like her breast
were getting bigger somehow. Or maybe it was a trick of the eye. “He was like a
vibrater, sausage and stun gun all in one!”
“Speaking of stunners…” Husked Shayera,
shuffling over to meet shoulder to shoulder with Black Canary. “But I think
your tits are slipping out of that top.” Looking down Dinah giggled when she
noticed her full C-cups had expanded to proud DD’s and her nipples were
threatening to pop free of the top of her strapless top.
“Oops, guess I’m getting a bit too big for
this.” Prying up her top to keep it from slipping completely she noticed Hawk
Girl staring at her, licking her lips and giggling to herself. “Say, when did
you get THOSE sweater puppies, huh?” Husked Dinah, looking down at Shayera’s
painted on top and her erect nipples threatening to pierce the fabric
containing them. Out of character she even groped the full round orbs in her
hands and smiled when the winged woman moaned and fluttered her feathers. “Wow…
They’re so… Soft.”
Giggling the two looked up and their noses
bumped into each other, hazy with lust and breathing hard there was no
hesitation when they both leaned forward and collided into a passionate kiss,
their hands roaming over their tits and hips while trying to suck out each
other’s tongues.
Had they been aware of it they would have
noticed brand new horns jutting out of their scalps and goat tails trying to
wriggle free from the backs of their costumes, instead they continued to make
out, becoming more hot and heavy by the second until Hawk Girl pulled back and
ripped open her top.