"Yes!" Di whined in shame, dipping her face into her palms, "Eww, gawwd, Dee Dee!" As if she couldn't bear to go any further into exploring her old life, the towering platinum blonde turned on her new 7 inch, sparkling silver Christian Louboutin heels and flung herself against the stylist's much smaller, but perfect form. Burying her face in the bare skin of Dee Dee's cleavage exposed by the tight, pure silk, low line v-neck blouse she was wearing, Di whimpered against her lover's flesh. 

"Oh, Dee Dee..." The once proud heroine sniffed before and in turn inhaled Dee Dee's perfumed scent deeply. "Oh, Dee Dee..." Di repeated, though the sorrow and shame was gone. "Oh, Dee Dee. Dee Dee, Dee Dee, Dee Dee..." Di was husking now. Her shining red lips pressed against her girlfriend's skin with each repetition of the beautician's name, her kisses moving up from Dee Dee's soft melons to her collar bone before she paused to breathe hotly over her lover's throat. "...Oh my perfect, slutty Dee Dee, can you ever forgive me for being so boring?"

"Mmmm," Dee Dee purred, smiling at the notion Di now considered her adventures as the mightiest heroine on Earth as plain and boring, "I don't know, Di..." From the blazing heat in the stylist's eyes, Di could tell she'd been pushing the right buttons. Pushing lightly on Di's shoulders, Dee Dee made her protege stand back to full height before moving one hand to the back of Di's neck. "We're gonna need to clean up the evidence first, but..." The petite blonde then pulled her tall submissive down into a tender and unmistakably loving kiss, "I think I can forgive you with time."

"Mmm, no time like the presen--" Di whispered in her lover's ear, but was cut off by an insistent rapping on the apartment door.

"Hellooooo!?" A high pitched coo pulled Di's mind kicking and screaming from her Dee Dee induced reverie. "Anyone home?" The voice had a sarcastic edge to it's tone, like the speaker really didn't appreciate her situation. "C'mon, Dee Dee, I know you and Di are in there!" The woman behind the door whined. 

'More like self-righteous skank with all the good graces of a plague rat!' The former Wonder Woman's thoughts seethed as she glared past Dee Dee toward the source of the intruding voice. Di's previously serene and lustful expression had twisted into a venomous frown, to which the head stylist playfully rolled her eyes. If looks could kill then Di would have officially taken that last step from heroine to murderer then and there.

"Don't make us wait out here, last time I saw decor this bad I was chained to the front of an Ikea store!"

"Sammi!" A much softer tone protested meekly.

"What? It's true." Sammi quipped back. "C'mon, Heather, don't tell me Dee Dee forgot to teach you good taste."

"No!" Heather squeaked back sharply. "I mean, like, she did, it's just..." This woman clearly wasn't so confident in herself as the first was, which puzzled Di slightly, wasn't she another of Dee Dee's angels? "Miss Dee Dee hasn't been able to help the people here like she has with us, they don't know any better so..."

"'So' what?" Sammi drawled, clearly uninterested in the answer. 

"So you don't have to be so mean about it!" Heather's soft vocals spiked in her obvious annoyance. "The people here just wanna be happy like us! This is the only way they know how!"

"Doesn't excuse the poor taste." 

Di was actually beginning to enjoy the pair's verbal tussle, her brief fury at Sammi dissipating as she considered the two sides of the debate going on behind her door. On one hand Sammi was right, the decor of the low-rent apartments lacked any sense of style, taste, or grandeur. No self respecting whore would be caught dead here without exceptional reason, a great fuck falling in that category. While, on the other hand, Heather was right that the other slut was being a total bitch about it. 

Di had left her general selflessness and compassion for others to die with Wonder Woman, but that didn't mean she had a heart of stone. She didn't care what her happiness cost the world anymore, but at the same time she still wanted to share her new found happiness with the world. Dee Dee had only begun to teach her that all women were all objects of potentially unlimited beauty capable of experiencing pleasures and desires that were too great to be denied. And all men... They could help women achieve that nirvana, be it by dominating their bodies and minds or by letting a slut manipulate them into being compliant sexual playthings.

"...And what if Miss Dee Dee and Miss Di are making love!? We shouldn't interrupt that!" Di brought herself back to the real world as Heather said something rather sweet that just made Dee Dee laugh from deep within her huge chest, the head stylist having made her way to the door during Di's reverie. The protege just watched her mentor's tightly covered butt dumbly, mesmerized by the barely covered ass beneath the white leather mini-skirt.

"The word is 'fucking', Heather." Dee Dee corrected in her mirth as she opened the door to two dumbfounded looking women. "And if Di and I were 'fucking' when you arrived, you'd hear it, and your first thought would be to join us."

"Ha! You know it, Dee Dee!" The taller and younger of the two babes chortled, Di recognizing her voice as Sammi before scanning the co-ed slut from head to toe. 

Sammi was a natural redhead it seemed, her well kept long and luscious locks shining with a fiery orange hue that reminded Di of Shayera Hol and her fellow enlightened heroine, Mera. The twenty-something's make-up was of professional level quality, as to be expected of a New U girl. Her chocolate brown eyes framed by thick lashes and light blue shadow that complimented her naturally pale skin tone and full, soft pink lips. Moving her gaze lower, Di couldn't help smirking at Sammi's top. Revealing would be an understatement. It was a deep pink draped halter-style top, essentially no more than a polyester scarf hanging from her neck with the each end held in place over one of her impressive breasts by a string tied tightly around her torso just underneath her bosom, allowing the tips to hang loosely over her midriff like parted curtains. Di couldn't help subconsciously licking her lips at the resultant exposure of the slut's pierced navel, the former Amazon's sapphire eyes sparkling like the blue rock nestled in Sammi's button. 

Reaching the waist line at last, Di found herself perplexed. Sammi was actually wearing pants. Extremely tight and brilliantly white wet look pants, or leggings to be exact, that hugged the redhead's long, sloping legs without crease or seam, but pants nonetheless. Surely they didn't meet Dee Dee's vision of what a perfect slut would wear, they covered far too much skin. After making a quick mental note of this for later, Di continued onto Sammi's footwear. A classic pair of silver, diamond decorated, single strap sandals with towering seven inch heels, adding new heights to the girl's 5' 11'' frame. Her pink toenails finished the look with a flare.

"Just why haven't you taught this little piggy how the world really is yet!?" Sammi's snide remark brought an end to Di's examination. For a moment, Di glared heatedly at the young whore's indignant face, the little bitch had no right to question her new goddess so rudely. However, Dee Dee didn't act the least bit fazed, her smile perfect as ever, and so the apprentice calmed her anger. The redhead was pointing an accusing thumb, the nail painted a matching shade to her toes, at the other woman standing next to her in the doorway. It was now that Di turned her attention to Heather and at first glance the New U blessed slut wasn't impressed. 

Heather was old. Heather was fat. Heather was U-L-G-Y! Okay, okay, Di would concede the petite brunette in her late thirties to early forties wasn't exactly obese, or even fat in the common sense of the word, but she was definitely overweight. Behind Heather's make-up, Di's heightened senses easily picked up on the tell tale signs of wrinkles, blemishes, crow's feet and just... age. 

'Eww...' Not even once in her life as an Amazon, or Wonder Woman, had Diana ever been thankful for her god given eternal youth and beauty, but now Di definitely was. She'd happily kiss the deities she used to hold in such high regard if she wasn't sure they'd try and steal her away from Dee Dee. That very notion made Di pause in involuntary fear, her manicured fingers reaching for the reassuring weight of the blood diamond necklace resting just above the valley of her cleavage. Nothing would take her from Dee Dee. Not her old morals. Not her old friends. Not even her old gods.

"Now, now, Sammi," Dee Dee's heavenly tones broke through Di's minor panic, "I won't have you criticizing my work before it's done." The head beautician lightly scolded, allowing the natural ginger to pass and enter the apartment and then turning her full focus to a miserable looking Heather. "Oh look, you've gone and hurt her feelings!" Dee Dee chuckled, planting a comforting kiss on the older woman's cheek. Hooking her arm in Heather's own, Dee Dee all but dragged the woman into the apartment, closing the door as she did while telling the ugly cow to cheer up. Though her words were much kinder than Di's thoughts.

For the second time in two minutes, Di found herself at a loss. Heather was not a New U girl, in Dee Dee's presence Di found the brunette's aged and tired features almost insulting. At best, she was on the level of an 'okay' looking school ma'am in the midst of a mid-life crisis. Yet, here she was, the former Wonder Woman redesigned with Dee Dee's stamp of approval, looking on enviously as this below par sow walked past her into the flat's living space arm in arm with the mortal woman who put Aphrodite to shame.

"Now tell me, girl," Dee Dee said cheerily, leading the old hag that was Heather in Di's mind to stand in the open living area. Dee Dee then lifted the older woman's hand to direct Heather to spin like a ball dancer on her shamefully low three inch heels while asking, "how're you liking your new threads?"

In her cold and calculating jealousy, Di finally gave Heather's twirling form the full once over. Her relatively short brown hair had been tied up into bun resting on her scalp, not a single stray strand could be found and Di would admit the overall effect was sleek. Her make-up was, like all the other women in the room, of fine quality, but even the professional finish on the long lashes and light brown eye shadow framing her green eyes couldn't hide the fatigue of the skin beneath. Heather's exposed ears were each decorated with a single gold hoop, about an inch in diameter, but still too simple and dull for Di's taste. The elaborate diamond pendant earrings adorning her own lobes were far more suited to Di's new found love for flash and sparkle. 

Moving down to Heather's chest, Di did have to admit she could see an appeal. The elder looking woman had a killer rack. One easily comparable with her own, if not Dee Dee's, and definitely more ample than Sammi's. Considering how strongly it was fighting against the nylon/spandex weave of her shining, black tank top, Di concluded there was no sag present. Each impressive globe was holding it's round shape and height independently of the wet look material, though the tight squeezing effect of the garment was certainly something to admire. As a result of her top battling with her chest's volume, Heather's midriff was exposed nicely and, for an instant, Di paused. 

The brunette's rounded belly was almost perfect. Youthful, perfectly smooth and not a single stretch line that might be expected from the over present mass. In fact, that was the only problem Di could honestly see with Heather's stomach; there was too much of it. Otherwise, it was perfect. Surely Dee Dee had to have played a part in this, the complete absence in underlying signs of age in Heather's abdomen had to be the New U head's work, but then why would she have left all the extra baggage? Why wouldn't she have applied the same techniques to Heather's tired looking facial features rather than just masking them with make up?

Proceeding quickly to finish her examination, Di lowered her gaze to Heather's legs. Pants!? Again!? This was getting absurd! The petite cow was wearing a pair of skin hugging pants that covered her short limbs down to just above the ankle. There was a saving grace too them, since the sides of the pant legs had been removed and replaced by tightly tied elastic strings that flowed in colour from neon yellow to plastic pink, but all they did was make all the more obvious that the woman was too chubby! The straps dug into the once again perfectly smooth and youthful flesh below. There wasn't necessarily any out cropping fat, but it was still there! Barely contained, jiggling subtly in the gaps between the eye catching stings. 

This all coupled with the shallow heel, pink sandals just left the apprentice slut lost in trying to figure out what her mistress saw in this sow.

"Oh, I just looove them, Miss Dee Dee!" Heather giggled, coming to a stop. Di's jaw clenched shut as Heather then lowered the hand held in Dee Dee's fingers to her tank top bound tits, the ugly harlot inviting Di's perfect lover to grope her unworthy flesh. "Mmmhmmm!" The brunette moaned in satisfaction, Di's jealousy growing as Dee Dee only strengthened her grip. "I never would've imagined how good wearing something so tight would make my brea--"

"'Tits'." Dee Dee corrected slyly. 

"-- my 'tits' feel!" Heather nodded her agreement as the stylist's palm brushed over her hard nipple through the strained fabric. "My 'tits' feel so good, Miss Dee Dee!"

"Heather, Heather..." Dee Dee chided in faux disappointment, shaking her head with a smile before attaching her free hand to the brunette's unoccupied tit. "You can do better dirty talk than that!"

"MMMMmmm!" Heather screamed behind closed lips, completely content under the platinum blonde's ministrations. "My tits feel so 'fucking' great, Dee Dee! Oh-oh, please, grope my massive 'fucking' tits! Treat me like a 'God damn whore'!"

"Ha! Better, slut!" Dee Dee laughed from her heart as the still relatively shy and conservative woman began to wobble on her feet. "Could still use some work though..." Wrapping the wanton woman in a bear hug, Dee Dee now mashed her massive jugs against the panting Heather's. Lowering one hand to the brunette's plump ass and raising the other to behind her neck, Dee Dee spoke with the intention of ending with a kiss. "Tell me you're my cunt licking, cock sucking, tit fucking whor--"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Dee Dee! She's fucking fat!" Di screeched before she could stop herself, not that she truly regretted her words. "I'm sorry if she's 'unfinished', like you said, but she is NOT a New U girl!" The proud New U slut huffed in her jealousy as her creator/mentor pulled back from the older woman to raise a bemused eyebrow at her. "She's even hiding her legs and ass under those pants! Not that I'm complaining, I doubt we'd see it all even if she let it hang out!" Di ranted, not even pausing as Sammi giggled at the jibe at Heather's expense. "But seriously, how can you even be looking at her and not me!? What is she even doing here!?"

Di's breathes were heavy as she held Dee Dee's gaze, her huge knockers rising and falling as her jealousy induced anger began to cool. Dee Dee merely stared back while unhooking herself from Heather, her blue eyes cold and emotionless. With the loss of anger came a sense of dread, Di knew she had done wrong without Dee Dee even having to say a word. Still, the platinum blonde powerhouse didn't truly understand her faux par, all she had wanted to do was point out how the brunette was unworthy of Dee Dee's attention. That was all really...

"It's not funny, Sam." Dee Dee said harshly, turning her icy stare to the giggling redhead. Sammi was quick to bite her lip and raise a masking hand to her lips, but it was clear she was still holding back, though weirdly Di got the impression she was the one being laughed at. "Di," Dee Dee turned her attention back to her apprentice, "who's in charge here?"

"Uh," Di replied dumbly, "you are, Dee Dee."

"Oh, is that right?" The mistress sneered, taking a step toward her pet. "'Cos it sounded to me like you were just telling me who's worth my time, am I right?"

"I-uh.." Di didn't have an answer. Her words caught in her throat as her previously fierce expression crumbled into fearful tears, the once mighty superheroine taking a step back in the face of the short and sexy beautician.

"Sounded to me like 'you' were telling 'me' what to find sexy!?" Dee Dee came to a halt just in front of the much taller woman, the ex-Amazon cowering so much she might as well have fallen to her knees. "Sounded like 'you' were telling 'me' who to fuck!?"

"Oh no, no I didn't mean it like tha--" Di's voice failed as her mentor's fire filled eyes glared at her, the magnitude of her crime beginning to dawn on the former heroine. In her jealousy and confusion, she had dared to not just question but challenge Dee Dee's authority. "Oh no, Dee Dee, please!" The platinum blonde beauty begged. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--"

"Didn't mean to what, Di?" Dee Dee hissed. "To undermine my authority? To question my methods? To try and deny me what I want?" Dee Dee paused in her scolding, allowing the tearful whore to squirm under her wrath. In truth, Dee Dee wasn't all that pissed off, Di being possessive of her was actually kind of cute to the stylist. However, Di needed to be reminded of her place; at Dee Dee's feet. Unlike Suzie, who's very purpose in Dee Dee's world was to challenge her over possible mistakes, Di could never be allowed to act as if she were Dee Dee's equal. "Stand up, bitch!"

"Y-yes, Dee Dee." The immortal woman trembled as she followed the barked command. Standing to her full height, Di remembered to pose her figure slightly for the shorter blonde. Her hips pointed out to the side, her hand resting on her hip with the fingers just reaching the high hem of her silver one-shoulder, mini-dress that had been specially tailored for Di's New U signature titties.

"Know this, Amazon!" The New U mistress spat the word like an insult and Di flinched appropriately in response. "You are no longer royalty and you are no longer a warrior! You are my property!" Dee Dee emphasized her point by reaching out to pull the shoulderless side of Di's outfit down and unveil her left boob. 

"Ha!" Sammi laughed cruelly as Di's tit was exposed. However, she was quick to return to laughing behind her raised hand when Dee Dee's vision shifted to her briefly. The redhead's free hand then wormed itself down her zipper covered crotch, her finger running along the cold metal as she felt her cunt grow wet from watching the former Amazon's punishment.

Turning her focus back to Di, Dee Dee took hold of the exposed, eraser size nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The angered mistress then dug her nails into her protege's sensitive nub, making Di squeal in pain with a hint of delight thrown in. "I own you, bitch! And you do NOT have the right to give me orders!"

"N-no, never, Dee Dee! I'm sorr-eeeAAH!" Di screamed in pain, tears forming in her eyes as the PVC pink nails pressed harder into her teat. "I won't--argh--!"

"Miss Dee Dee!" The lesson in pain and punishment was suddenly brought to an end as Heather flung her arms around Dee Dee from behind, embracing the platinum blonde desperately. "Please stop, I beg you!"

"What, you're telling me what to do now?" Dee Dee turned her head slightly in bemusement to see the brunette's face burying into her shoulder. Di gave a relieved sigh when the pressure on her nipple lessened, but the digits didn't leave her flesh.

"No, never, Miss Dee Dee." Heather repeated Di's words, planting soft, reverent kisses across her superior's neck. "I just don't want Miss Di to cry because of me. She's so beautiful, Miss Dee Dee, and she loves you so much! Please don't make her cry..."

"Ugh." Dee Dee groaned in defeat, why hadn't she made Heather more of a bitch like the other two sluts in the room? Lowering her hand from her pet's chest, Dee Dee shook her head with a chuckle. "I hope you appreciate what Heather just did for you, Di." 

"Yes, Dee Dee." Di nodded her head slowly, her watery eyes focused on the woman who had just saved her from further punishment, at least for now. Di knew Dee Dee wouldn't let what just happened go. In fact, Di hoped she didn't, being put in her rightful place by her goddess was an exciting prospect to her sex-addled brain. However, thanks to Heather, that punishment would most likely be in private and much more intimate.

"Now," Dee Dee said, removing herself from Heather's arms and stepping out from between the two harlots, "kiss and make up."

"Yes, Dee Dee." There was no hesitation from Di. Her opinion of Heather's looks hadn't fully shifted yet, but now her trust in Dee Dee's wisdom was no longer fazed by the jealousy that had gripped her moments before. If Dee Dee could see a New U slut in Heather waiting to be unleashed, then so could Di, and right now she owed her fellow slut big time.

Swooping down, Di captured the petite brunette's lips with her own.

"Ah-mmph!" Heather's light green eyes widened in surprise, before closing shut as she was washed away by the tidal like passion behind the former Wonder Woman's kiss. The powerful woman's tongue dominated her mouth, battling her own wet muscle into submission and gliding over her teeth. Heather was surprised to feel her strong partner shiver as their breasts moved against each other, while Di made sure to note that she REALLY liked the feel of Heather's wet look tank top against her naked nipple.

"I'm so sorry, Heather." Di husked, pulling away from the kiss. The platinum blonde grinned slyly in satisfaction as Heather just stood there dazed, her expression blissful.

"Oh--!" The curvy slut gasped as Di pecked her pursed lips with another kiss just as she was recovering. "Tha-that's okay, Miss Di."

"Nuh-uh," Di shook her blonde mane, standing tall again while stretching her dress back over her tit, "I'll make it up to you for real sometime. Maybe when Dee Dee says you're finished, perhaps?" She added with a wink, trying to be nice, which Heather acknowledged with a bashful smile and nod. However, it seemed Dee Dee wasn't a hundred percent satisfied.

"Hmm, seems I still have work to do on both of you..." Dee Dee mused, cupping her own chin in her palm, "...and don't think you're getting off the hook, Sam!" She scolded, pointing a finger at the still giggling redhead. "Ugh, an artist's work is never done."

"Oh, c'mon Dee Dee!" Sammi whined playfully, "You know you love it!" Grabbing her E-cup boobs in her hands from underneath, a feat made simple by her halter drape top, the young slut teased her creator by jiggling her tits alternatively with each word. "Even when you say we're done, you always look for an excuse to put us back in the chair. Just like how we all look forward to it!"

"Enough!" The stylist said firmly with raised volume, her patience worn thin for now. "Just..." With a huff Dee Dee sat herself down on the generic blue sofa that sat across from the flat's main TV. "Just get to work. We only have all day, not all week."

"Yes, Dee Dee." All the girls answered in their own way, be it shy, bubbly, or obedient. Di walked into the apartment's second bedroom/study to find the empty storage boxes that Wonder Woman simply hadn't thrown away after moving in, while the other two girls began the task of taking down the few landscape pictures hanging on the walls.

"Di!?" Dee Dee called from the couch.

"Yeah, Dee Dee?" Di replied, popping her head back out the bedroom door to see Dee Dee holding the remote for the cable.

"What's the PIN to unlock the porn?"