Brief Encounter

Clack. Clack. Clack.

"Wha-?"

"Ohmygawdess!"

"Fuck, girls, just look at that ASS..."

Heads turned and steps faltered as the daily hustle-and-bustle of Gotham City was interrupted by the arrival of a walking, talking avatar of ASS.

"Gotta get me an ASS like that!"

"Nnngh..."

"Sit on my face!"

"Daaaaamn, girls,look at the big ole' ghetto booty on her!"

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Gawkers' gazes glued to her glorious glutes, Diana Starr-Prince strutted her stuff through the streets of her second hometown with a skip in her step and a bounce in her bosom. Calls with her mother always elevated her mood, and knowing that her two favourite up-and-cummers were sampling the delights of her home only buoyed them further. Speaking of elevation, the new fuck-me pumps her bestie Selina had given her made her gait the most hip-swingingest it had ever been! Deep, slutty purple, with golden glitter set into the plastic, the platform stilettos would have been nigh-impossible to move in with any speed without her enhanced mind and body, and they weren't even the whole gift!

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Yoga pants in the same purple shade clung to her long, shapely legs like a second skin - almost literally, with the way every vein of her cock was visible on the substantial bulge stuffed down her right pant leg - and bedazzled anyone who caught sight of her swaying ASS with the slogan 'BOOTY QUEEN' emblazoned across her rump in blocky, glowing golden letters. The material lifted her asscheeks even more prominently than their natural state, the only enhancement her ASS could still receive after all of her blessings and butt-building workouts at The Squat Rack. The material produced a curious optical illusion too, seeming to glitter with the same golden flecks that covered her shoes as she moved.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Her top half was made 'decent', if such a term was applicable to a worryingly over-stretched tube top, by a purple-and-gold leopard-print bandeau. The front part was solid, but so tight that Diana's thimble-thick nipples were clearly visible through the clingy fabric, while it transitioned at her sides into a set of slim straps that left the chiseled muscles of her back only a little less on display than her uncovered abs and arms. A purple leather choker wrapped around her neck like her master-wife's hands during a particularly rough bout of buttfucking, 'MILF' spelled out on the front in solid gold letters that shared a font with the words on her ASS.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Buff, bouncy and altogether too bootilicious to be out in public safely, Diana barely noticed the chaos she was wreaking as she walked. People crashed into each other on the sidewalks, cars rear-ended each other, women and femmes too overcome by the sight of her began to stroke pussies and cocks - all because she was the hottest piece of MILF ASS they'd ever seen. But Diana was far too focused on other things to care much about all of that - specifically, focused on her new workout playlist! Thumping beats, punctuated by a low, smoky contralto voice giving her instructions that would have been subliminal to anyone not a superhuman - Selina really was the best, putting a new mix together for her!

Clack. Clack. Clack.

She was gonna pump her booty! She was gonna work that body! She was gonna OBEY THE A-!

"Oof!"

"Oof!"

Diana reached up and rubbed her forehead where it had taken a knock, then looked at the person she'd walked into in her distraction. The girl seemed familiar somehow, although Diana couldn't quite put her finger on how. Something about the curious red-and-blue spirals running through her irises, or the confident smirk playing on her plump, blood-red lips. That shade seemed to be a major feature, she realised. From her wild, feathered mane of red hair, to the spirals in her eyes, to her juicy lips and the gemstone that glittered in her navel piercing, the deep red made an interesting contrast to the almost pure white of her skin.

"Sorry about that," the girl purred, "I was a little... distracted." Diana nodded absentmindedly, running her gaze over the girl's nude form. Her lithe, toned build put Diana in mind of a professional swimmer, or the sort of streetwalker who specialised in certain methods of particularly acrobatic sex. The girl trailed a hand down her front to match Diana's gaze and, as the Amazon's eyes settled on her crotch, spread her plump pussy lips for Diana's titillation. It had struck Diana as odd that the other woman would be walking around naked but, looking at her pussy, it suddenly all made sense. Why should she not show off every inch of her body?

"That's... That's alright. I'm sorry," Diana said, rocking back slightly on her heels in a way that did interesting things to her curves, "have we met before?"

"I don't think so," the girl replied, tweaking a nipple with her free hand while the one between her legs slipped two fingers into her pussy, "but we might have. My name's Molly Morse, I just transferred to Gotham High School for my final year. Does that help?"

"I guess it's just a coincidence," Diana smiled. It was perfectly reasonable for Miss Morse to be masturbating in public. Nothing was untoward about this situation. It was completely normal for Diana to be hypnotised by the sight of a lovely young thing fingering herself in the middle of a crowded sidewalk while smirking like she had caught someone in a psychic trap. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, Miss Morse."

"You too." Slipping the hand not currently jilling herself off around the back of Diana's head and pulling her in for a deep tongue kiss. Very deep, in fact - not that there was anything unusual about the feeling of Miss Morse's tongue plunging down her throat, thickening and shifting form until a phallic tentacle was face-fucking her, far from it! "Well, it's been nice to meet you," Molly remarked, her tongue slipping out of Diana's mouth and returning to its old shape, "have a nice day."

"You too," Diana replied breezily, as the pair resumed their journeys. Diana looked back over her shoulder to see Molly squatting in front of a femme in a ragged t-shirt and denim cut-offs, clearly giving her a mind-melting blowjob from her expression. Satisfied that nothing was amiss, she returned to walking, idly musing that alabaster-skinned exhibitionist beauties sucking people off at random was something that the world could do with more of. Maybe, she thought, licking her lips and savouring the taste of Molly's spit, I should talk to Selina about that...