Convergence: The Slutbunny’s ASSistant

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You will go to the Squat Rack.

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You will put on a show.

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You are a-

Veronica Cale shook her head as she surveyed the Gotham City University volleyball team owner’s box.

Despite being a titan of industry, her ASS was not slammin' like a hammer on an anvil. No matter how much it wanted to motorboat the head of the gorgeous volleyball player worshiping the team owner’s ass. It was as if some cosmic pervert grasped their modest (for Gotham City) forms, pulled them apart, and crashed them together. The **** lack of an ensorcelling slap left her sexually frustrated. Even as the impossibly vibrating fat pillow lips of the volleyball bimbo kneeling behind her sent electric shivers into her tight billionaire anal ring.

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The volleyball player’s own physics-defying fat-smashin’ cheeks rippled without input from muscles or conscious thought, overstimulating the sensitive bud deep between them.

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Every plump, unbelievably THICC Gotham City University volleyball player ASS save the sultry piece of ASS devouring Veronica’s ass was playing down on the court. All signed to mandatory long-term contracts. Controlling their careers and lives until well beyond college. The money to be made off those very fit athlethicc sluts made her nipples ache as they got harder. Her back arched with a sudden shiver. Veronica didn't think to stop her perceived “property’s” huge, ever-bumping humps from bashing into themselves. For whatever reason, that was impossible and ludicrous.

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The CLAPPING would not quit. Fleshy impacts transmitted through the volleyball player’s youthful perky ASS slamming into the tight ass of the team owner. It resounded in Veronica’s ears, mind, and pussy, tenderizing her will between the coed’s sculpted buttcheeks, shutting out everything else except one thing.

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It’s been like this for the savvy businesswoman since watching the hacked feed from the Watchtower. She couldn't remember much, only ordering no interruptions in her office as she watched the satisfying workout with the Justice bimbos. Her eyes absolutely locked on Power Girl’s pussy drenching Kryptonian Kans wobbling into the gym. Then, all the screens suddenly shifted to a single broadcast.

And–

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–and everyone sans Kara was writhing on the floor, partaking in each other's delicious bodies, begging any femme Leaguer to slamfuck them through the floor. Veronica blacked out at her desk watching. Waking up drenched in her own sweat and cum. Re-watching the video multiple times only left her exhausted and dehydrated after the series of blackout inducing orgasms. Unable to remember how she found herself reduced to a cock-**** buttslut. And **** to the ASSNOSIS that now compelled her subsequent actions.

Veronica, the Diva Industries CEO, turned off the footage of those superheroine bitches. Walking out of her office carrying a spontaneous, undeniable desire to help put on a show in Gotham City.

But first, she needed to get to the volleyball game at Gotham City University. Veronica must have seemed more of a creep than normal barging into the visiting team locker room. Absent mindedly grabbing the captain of the Bludhaven volleyball team. Only realizing there was a problem after she had already used her well-practiced combo move without looking. A heavy bitch spank, knocking the slut into forward leaning presented-ass position. Followed by [ Insert-Interchangeable-property-of-Veronica ] thong snatch down to the knees. Finishing with a lightning thumb sinking deeply into the slut’s ass donut, and finger fluttering the pussy until they admit they wanted it all along. Veronica, flushed with pride as the coed moaned in the throbbing grip of Slut-Brain in under 20 seconds. Confusion at the sight of the volleyballer wearing both a Divas Industries strap-on, and jock-strap. Vaguely remembering she didn’t let her volleyball bimbos wear those, then quick payments of hush money to the whiney Bludhaven sluts.

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Briskly walking into the home team locker room, Veronica grabbed the first firm plump buttcheek closest to the door. Hustling the Gotham player out and up to her sound-proof luxury owner’s box. Moving straight to the window overlooking the game, her hungry wolfish eyes never stopped panning from one gloriously perky rounded volleyball player ASS to the next.

Trying to distract herself from the strange pounding in her head, she demanded her volleyballer give her the best rimjob of her life. Arguing aloud with herself Veronica mused that she’s so very busy tonight. But the need to perform was too strong to deny, despite how it interrupted her volleyball time.

They're mine... All of them... Every double thicc college slut playing for me... I own every volleyball bimbo in this university... All mine...

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But those concerns were smothered under her volleyballer’s ASS. And after the she firmly pushed Veronica on the floor, sat on her face, and booty-bounced her brains out, her team owner came around to the idea.

Veronica’s concerns over finding where this performance was on such short notice turned out to be unwarranted. The very prominent and beloved businesswoman Power Bottom soon contacted her, insisting she come help the performance.

This is why the wealthy industrialist found herself riding in her limousine, with the volleyball player, and the volleyballer’s ASS through Gotham’s Diamond District. Passing several blocks of gentrification funded by her own Diva Industries among others.

Purple and gold-tinged neon streetlights gleaming. Spiraling patterns reflected off the sleek pavement. Windows flickering and strobing like dance hall mirrors everywhere she looks.

At a stoplight, Veronica saw her partial reflection in one of the windows only to look down at herself in surprise. A full-body black romper accented with wide gaudy glittering silver lapels down the front, and matching silver heeled stiletto knee-highs. It had a wide and deep cut to show off her tight abs and decent cleavage. The entire back was cut out to the tailbone, flowing right into the cleft of her comparatively flat ass when compared to the volleyballer’s juicy swaying bumpin’ badonk as she bent over in the mini fridge.

Looking up at her face in the vanity mirror, Veronica nearly didn't recognize herself, normal bee-stung lips, half lidded eyes that kept glancing toward her volleyballer’s joyously plush booty. Her face is layered with deep silver lipstick, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. She didn't look like a CEO or a volleyball team owner, but a sleazy skirt chaser, out to get blasted with cum!

"I don't remember changing into this outfit for the volleyball game. Or slathering my face with two sluts’ worth of makeup!” It was hard to recall with the glossy satin groping her body so tightly. “Aaaaaahh!! I can’t think straight with a 19-year-old ASS jiggling in face!”

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Pure euphoria shot into Veronica’s brain as the beautiful volleyballer backed her broad, wobbling backside firmly into Veronica’s face. It resumed its autonomous clapping and was going even harder. The volleyballer’s arousing voice cooed encouragement for Veronica to let go as the massive motions and swinging were like an industrial machine. Emptying every thought from Veronica’s mind. The volleyballer’s unstoppable ASS pressed Veronica’s head firmly back into the plush leather seat. Veronica missed the rest of the trip as her cute nose was planted deeply into the volleyballer’s even cuter athletic booty. Veronica suddenly found herself climbing out of her limo, scenting after that _curvy _backside.

The Squat Rack

The volleyballer’s somehow hypnotic bubble buns led the horny billionaire. Going towards the VIP entrance. Through the haze of her “property’s” phat derriere, nothing else seemed to matter. A seemingly dazed wealthy woman chasing the ultra-fit but deliciously soft curves of a college athlete straight from a game was not uncommon. The volleyballer’s whole body seemed to _flex _more alluringly as the light reflecting svelte shapes shining through the apparently frosted windows. Veronica licked her glistening lips as she followed the plump buttcheeks she knew belong to her somehow. Her own modest ass moved in rhythm. Bound to a beat that drove them to work it and work out until they exploded with delight.

Still befuddled by her volleyballer’s firm, toned, ASS all the Veronica’s business peers had been praising this place. Even her underlings gushed about it. Even her favorite personal side project Wonder Woman raved about it.

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Goddess damn! Veronica loves bullying Wonder Woman…

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Loves bullying Wonder Woman’s perfect ASS..

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Mindfucking superheroine bimbos with Wonder Woman’s fat tits…

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Loves Wonder Woman’s perfect ASS...

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Veronica needs Wonder Woman’s goddess damn perfect ASS…

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Veronica **** Wonder Woman to be Diana Prince and her perfect ASS… Veronica **** Diana Prince and her perfect ASS to be her cheerleader bimbo… Veronica **** Diana Prince and her perfect ASS to be her test subject for Diva Industries….

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Diana Prince and her perfect ASS is married to Karen Starr… Karen Starr only lets certain people bully her gorgeous wife Diana Starr and her perfect ASS…

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Veronica loves to bully Diana Starr and her perfect ASS…

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Mayor Kyle, Karen Starr, and beloved legitimate businesswoman Power Bottom are all major shareholders of The Squat Rack. Veronica heard through her hacked surveillance feed some of those Justice bimbos talking about how they all belong to the Squat Rack.

“Hello Ms. Cale, we’ve been waiting for you.” Veronica was finally able to look away from her volleyballer’s ASS. But in her head she still felt the throbbing beat of her property’s athletic buttcheeks. Standing in front of the VIP entrance. A powerfully built but honey-blonde Bouncer, wearing a deep purple 80s-esque barely there leotard as her uniform. The sleek lines of her excellent muscles gave Veronica goosebumps as she felt a wet spot forming on her pussy.

“I-I, uh, need to get inside…” Veronica stuttered, feeling her already hard nipples become painfully more erect. “For, the uh... Ya, know, the performance…” she mumbled as the Bouncer moved to loom over her. Now looking directly up at the gorgeous buff bouncer Veronica suddenly felt extra ladylike. Feeling the throbbing heat radiating from the bouncer she took an involuntary ragged breath. The Bouncer’s delicious spicy scent flooded her senses, making her whole body shudder with rising desire.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. Mrs. Bottom gave special instructions just for you.”

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“Gaw-ddess!!!.”

“Extra careful inspection procedure for you sweetie!” The Bouncer declared as she firmly took possession both Veronica’s bootycheeks. Gripping tightly on the billionaire’s rump. “Since you will be helping with tonight’s performance Mrs. Bottom insisted on ensuring the safety of all our patrons.”

“Mmmmm. So tight.” Veronica moaned her consent as her butt cheeks clenched involuntarily under the Bouncer’s questing hands. She couldn't resist. The Bouncer’s “search” seemed to be thorough but resulted in a disappointed grunt as pronounced it difficult to hide anything in such a below average ass.

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