He heads to Madame disco

Viktor left the club through the front door, as it was still the middle of the day, and so the dancers that were there were just preparing the club for later that night. So there was no one to see him leaving or entering as he had but people that worked for the madam that was under him. So not concerned about his connection to the club being frayed at all, Viktor went to his car out in the parking lot.

As he left, unnoticed by him were the disappointed looks on the dancers' faces. As they had hoped to get some of what Madame Heart Stopper got. Sadly they would not get it today, but the girls could dream. So unaware of the strippers wanting him, Viktor made his way out of the parking lot and towards the apartment where his hidden lair was located in the boiler room.

As that was the same apartment where Disco Mama lived, and as he had just given Heart Stopper her reward for handling the situation with the three traitorous idiots. Now he needed to give Disco Mama's hers. Viktor found himself looking forward to it, which wasn't the best thing, as that line of thought led to losing himself to lust, but for now it appeared safe to indulge, as he was simply giving his minions what they wanted, proving himself a perfect boss.

So as he made his way to his secret lair, he found himself humming to himself a happy little tune. His mind happily turning over recent events, he'd won, gotten one over on that bitch Iron Heart, or as they were calling her for the moment, Bling Heart. He'd then had his two better minions handle a situation for him and had a fun time with one of them and was on the way to reward the other with a fun time as well.

Truly for the moment everything was going well for Viktor. Which meant things were going to go bad for him probably pretty soon considering how this world of villains and heroes works. Which means he should just enjoy the good times even more. So with his forward thinking in mind, he made good time through the streets and into the apartment.

He then went into the old rusted elevator and went up to Disco Mama's level. Once there, he got out and walked over to her door, walking over junkie Negroes that were high on the floor. He knocked on the door, and upon seeing it was him, Disco Mama quickly let him in. Once he walked in, Disco Mama locked the door behind them.

He noticed but didn't comment; he had other things on his mind. "Disco Mama, I've come to reward you for your services." Viktor said with a grateful smile. Disco Moma was about to say that she didn't need a reward for getting rid of idiots that crossed him. Viktor, seeing what she was about to say, cut her off with a quick hand gesture. "Disco Moma, I find myselfin a creative mood. Would you mind putting on the wedding outfit?" Viktor asked, to which she nodded rapidly, knowing what he was asking for. Certain outfits are entailed.

Disco Mama quickly squeezed herself into her old 70s wedding dress in her bedroom and came back out into the living room. "Well, don't you look pretty? It's too bad your husband never did enjoy it." Viktor said with a rather hungry smile on his face as he reached for her, bringing her into his arms.

"He didn't deserve it, master; he was a worthless nigger! Not like you, master; you deserve to have everything!" Disco Mama moaned out in pleasure as Viktor groped her up and down as she belittled her worthless husband. She was getting her wedding dress wet from the dirty talk and Viktor's skilled hands.

"Oh, and why was he a worthless nigger, my dear?" He asked as he pinched her nipples extra hard through her wedding dress. "Hmmm, was it the usual blackness, or perhaps was it an even greater screw-up, even by Negro standards?" Viktor whispered into her ear, causing a tingling to go up and down her spine.

"He becomes a crackheadmaster! Got me good and pregnant with his fucking monkeys, then died snorting rocks by a dumpster like the worthless Negro he was!" Disco Mama roared in both wrath and pleasure at her failure of a husband as well as the pleasure caused by master hands on her.

"Well then it's good I'm here, isn't it?" Viktor whispered into her ear. Which caused another pleasurable tingle to go up her spine. "I can make all those memories go away, and I can at least give you kids that aren't totally monkeys." Viktor whispered into her ear as one of his hands snaked downward and started playing with her pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Master, please give me actual children and not the fucking monkeys that waste of space left me with." Disco Mama roared out as she came, soaking her panties and creating a puddle between her. For a moment no sound was heard besides the heavy breathing of Disco Mama as she leaned against Viktor for strength.

Once it was clear to Viktor that Disco momma had her strength back, he asked the most obvious question. "Shall we continue to the bedroom?" He asked, his voice filled with an eagerness that was matched by the look on Disco Mama's face.