The Start Of A Stable

Gotham City liked to pretend that she'd overcome her former role as a toy of organised crime, that her days drowning in criminal urges were merely a phase. But that was far from the truth. Having tasted the forbidden fruit and felt the rough, controlling touch of the criminal element on every part of her, she had developed a taste for dark deeds done in dark places. Gotham City didn't wear her collar proudly like Blüdhaven, that shameless mob mistress parading her status for all to see, but she still wore it - in the secret places, the alleyways and basements echoing with the depraved sounds, sights and scents of a thriving criminal underbelly. Even something as simple as graffiti wasn't immune, the city's street artists almost entirely in thrall of one group or another. Case in point, Diana thought darkly, this little slut, marking up this part of town as her gang's bitch.

Planting her heels with a sharp cla-clack and placing her hands on her hips, Diana struck an intimidating figure - even with the backlighting from the street behind her leaving nothing visible to anyone in the alleyway but her silhouette.

"Hold it right there, skank!"

The girl with the can just sighed and shifted in a way that Diana could tell meant a roll of her eyes. Perhaps mistaking Diana for one of Gotham's still-endemic corrupt police officers, or perhaps a local busybody or rival gang member to be pinned down and taught her place, the girl showed none of the fear or awe that was normally associated with meeting the Wonder Woman. Not that Diana was in costume at the moment - it wouldn't do to step on The Bat's toes by acting in an official capacity, after all - but her face and voice were hardly obscure knowledge.

"Listen, bitch," she replied, only half turning her attention to Diana as she shook up her spray can for another long blast of paint, "I don't know who you think you are, but if you think I'm going to disobey an order from Mistress just because you can put on a loud voice, then you've got a..." She trailed off as Diana stepped forwards, bringing her MILF-tastic body into view, clad in the same yoga pants and leopard-print bandeau top that she'd been wearing before her visit to the bridal suite. "Y- You've got..." The girl's eyes glazed over as she took in Diana's semi-divine form, the blessings of OlympASS wrought in flesh. "D- D- D-" Her hands dropped to her sides, the can of paint bouncing away, as Slut Brain began to take her mind in its tight, hot grip. "D- D- D-"

"Yes?" Diana smirked, cocking her hip to the left and tilting he upper body forwards to give the girl a better look down her cleavage, then moving her right hand up to her mouth and sucking sensually on her pointer finger.

"Daaaaamn, girl," the graffiti artist crowed, dazed gaze glued to Diana's hips, "you got a big ole' ghetto booty on you!"

Drawing her finger from her mouth with a wet pop, Diana gave her ASS a slap to set it jiggling and grinned at the girl. "Hell yeah, I do," she replied, feeling the pleasure of having her super-phat white girl ASS acknowledged throb deep in her core. "I got a big, strong femme-daddy too. One that needs a lotta nasty Bad Girl booty to buttfuck! So," Diana spoke manically, as if compelled to present her sales pitch to this two-bit Gotham thug, "wanna show me how you clap that ass back?"

Focus returned to the girl's eyes as she planted her hands on her bent knees and thrust her rear towards Diana, who ran an assessing eye over it before nodding in approval. "My studs don't even need to thrust their hips once," she bragged, "just sit back and let me bounce back on that shaft like my ass is made outta springs!" She punctuated her statement with a quick jerk of her hips that clapped her cheeks together like a gunshot. "Girl's gotta get good at her ass game in Gotham if she wants a little anal action," she continued, "'cause Gotham's got a lotta competition! Wanna taste?" She shook her hips, sending her cheeks bouncing and jiggling in a perfect imitation of a seedy club's lap dancer clapping her cheeks around a fat femme cock.

Diana straightened up, strutted over to the twerking delinquent and slipping a hand between her cheeks. The girl's eyes widened as Diana's middle finger slipped up her butt, then narrowed into a smoky, half-lidded stare as she looked up at Diana's smiling face. "You'll do," the Amazon remarked, idly pumping her finger and watching the girl get lost in her glowing, purple-and-gold gaze. "Head on over to the Squat Rack. Just tell the VIP bouncer that DiDi sent you as a present for her hubby and enjoy what comes afterwards."

As she watched the girl totter unsteadily out of the alleyway a minute later, Diana smiled at the sight of the ASS walking away from her.

Now, she thought, where can I find something just a little more high-class?