It was later in the day and all the work had been done. Diana Prince's apartment had been completely packed up. Most of it had gone directly into the garbage dumpster as a sign that the newly-minted Di was leaving that life completely behind.
The New U Salon sluts, Sammi and Heather, were busy putting their tops back on and fixing themselves up as best they could in such a short time. Sammi had a frown on her shiny pouty lips at what she had to do for Dee Dee's house pet, Di. She normally wouldn't have dared question the head of the New U Salon and the woman that had opened her eyes and transformed her into the incredibly hot creature she had become, but she had to wonder what the fuck Dee Dee was thinking. She was rich enough. She should have hired a moving company to get Di's things out of this incredibly boring apartment. Sammi was far too hot for such manual labor, and even though she cringed at at the very sight of the pudgy Heather, she too was a New U slut and didn't deserve this kind of treatment. Instead, they should have been present watching large, muscular men clean out Di's apartment for good, fingering themselves all the while. It was a no brainer to the leggy redhead.
Suddenly, the apartment door whipped open to reveal a more than relieved Di, having just returned from handing the last box of actually valuable items from her old life to the delivery guy. After the broken statuette, Dee Dee had called in a favor to have the rest of Wonder Woman's more profitable heirlooms stored to be sold at a later date.
"And just what took so long with that one, hmm?" Sammi quipped with an amused smile from the apartment's kitchen area, leaning her weight on the mop in her hands.
"The guy was a cutie, even if he wasn't a total hunk," the former Wonder Woman cooed back, licking her lips very suggestively as she closed the door behind her with a flick of her hand, "I thought he deserved a tip."
"Oh really? That was nice of you," the naive Heather piped up through panted breaths, emptying the last remnants of dust and dirt into a trashcan from her dustpan, "How much did you give him?"
"You know, just a quick BJ in the back of his truck," Di shrugged, making the still unfinished New U-product, Heather, gasp and the experienced Sammi chuckle.
"You swallow, or did you let him cum on that perfect face of yours?" the redhead grinned.
"Ha," the slutty former Amazon laughed, "he was cute, but not worth messing up my makeup and hair," the tall harlot finished her point with a dramatic toss of her shiny platinum blonde mane before letting a heaving breath of relief exhale from within her clearly augmented chest, "Still, thank fuck that's over!" Di announced, as if she had just achieved a life goal through toil and hardship. A pleased smile graced her heavily made-up face.
Sammi raised a quizzical, perfectly-sculpted eyebrow at the striking woman before her, noting that there wasn't a bead of sweat on either Di's face or body. Deciding not to linger on her own shortcomings compared to her fellow slut, the redhead just chalked it up to Di's superhuman abilities. She then smiled at Heather, who was still panting heavily from all the activity of the day. The pudgy slut's stamina would definitely have to be worked on, she thought.
"Alright, bitches," Dee Dee declared, stepping into living area from the bedroom, "time to hit the bricks," the stylist's eyes flicked between Heather and Sammi, before focusing entirely on the former heroine as she continued, "You've both been a great help today and I'll make it up to you soon, but right now," the stylist stated simply, mincing up to Di and grabbing the slut's platinum blonde hair in her hand and pulling her down to eye level. "I want some play time with my Amazon fuckdoll," Dee Dee grinned devilishly, her expression oozed lustful desire, never taking her eyes of the now quivering Di, "and lets be honest, I don't share well." Without even a second glance, the Mistress of the New U Salon dismissed her loyal thralls with a wave of her free hand and forced the former Wonder Woman into a steamy kiss of passion and sin.
With that, Sammi couldn't think of much else to do than to look over to a stunned Heather and shrug while rolling her eyes, "C'mon, Heath," the redheaded whore said, grabbing hold of her shorter companion's wrist, "let's leave 'em to it. How about we go cocktease some losers at a porno theatre?" Sammi chuckled cruelly. She didn't even give poor Heather a chance to reply. The redhead just turned sharply and left the apartment, literally pulling the pudgy slut along with her.
Meanwhile, Dee Dee led Di into the bedroom by her hair, the petite stylist held the once unrivaled Amazon princess in her power with ease. Inside the room, she had laid out something special for her girlfriend. When they crossed the threshold and into Di's old bedroom, the former heroine gasped in amazement before turning her pretty eyes to Dee Dee, who was still holding Di's long, platinum blonde mane and the two shared a mischievous grin. Sitting on the bed and waiting for them, was a large bottle of premium champagne nestled in a bucket of ice. Before her rebirth at the New U Salon, the snooty bitch known as Diana had never thought much of drinking. Inebriation had never appealed to the stick in the mud Amazonian royal. Being drunk had always been associated with a complete lack of control that would lead to wicked, wild behavior to Diana, and she always dared risk at most a single glass, if that.
Now, the unbelievably sexy, vain, wanton slut that was known simply as Di thought of what a cowardly bitch her former self had been. Sure, she faced criminals, evil-doers and even monsters on a practical daily basis, but she would back down at the thought of a little fun? Of course, now, the deadly perils of being a heroine were of no concern to Di. Not that she was afraid of them. Hell, if one of her old enemies cam knocking at Dee Dee's door with anything but friendly intentions they would be reminded of her once righteous wrath. Honestly, Di just felt like saving the world was a fucking waste of her precious time. Dee Dee had explained that there was no profit in it, and Di, being the greedy, selfish woman she had become, agreed wholeheartedly. All she wanted to do now was look good and have fun, and she was going to start by partying hard and going wild with her beloved Dee Dee. The things they could do together while totally and completely wasted. The thought made her shiver.
"No more waiting," Dee Dee announced, shaking Di out of her thoughts. Suddenly, the tiny little full-figured slut pulled once more on Di's platinum blonde mane and she led her pet over to the bed. The former warrior woman offered no resistance as the woman that had become an amazing combination of her girlfriend and mistress finally released her hair only to take hold of Di's shoulders and pushed her down onto the soft surface of her old bed.
"Take it off," Dee Dee ordered as she walked around the bed and picked up one of the expensive champaign bottles in her hand. She then looked up and made eye contact with Di's piercing blue eyes, "now."
"Yes, Dee Dee," Di breathed, spellbound by the petite woman's dominant aura. Dee Dee then ran her hands over her pet's body, from her sucked in, hourglass waist, up past her impossibly round, enormous tits. Then, she took hold of the brief material of Di's tiny, one-shouldered mini dress and slid it off her shoulder. Di locked eyes with Dee Dee, both women's heavily made-up eyes were aflame with desire for one another. Di never broke eye contact as she took hold of the brief material of her tiny, one-shouldered mini dress and slid it off her shoulder. She continued to slide the tight dress down her ultra-curvaceous body before finally kicking it away with her feet. This left her completely naked, aside from her sky-high heeled pumps. Dee Dee had made it perfectly clear to Di that she should never wear panties. All they would do was obstruct her access to Dee Dee's property, which to be Di's slick, shaven pussy that was currently boiling in anticipation for what was about to come. Di bit her plump, shiny bottom lip and breathed in sharply as she couldn't help but trail her finger over her own slit, before she brought the juice-soaked digit to her hungry mouth. Licking her finger clean, she moaned out at how delicious her own nectar tasted. She then looked to Dee Dee with lust-filled, half-lidded eyes and husked, "Take me, Dee Dee. I'm yours..."
"Too fucking right you are," Dee Dee laughed, her expression evil and sinister. Her grin would have made Aphrodite herself shiver. Crawling onto the bed, Dee Dee leaned Di back gently onto the multitude of pillows at the head of the bed. They were the only thing left in the apartment that once belonged to Diana Prince, and Dee Dee wanted to make sure they served one last purpose before taking their place in the apartment's dumpster. Di looked on and saw that Dee Dee had the bottle of champagne in her long-nailed hand. Dee Dee then offered the corked top of the bottle to Di and commanded her to "open wide."
Di looked from Dee Dee's gorgeous, heavily made-up face and then down to the phallic-shaped bottle and tentatively opened her mouth. The former warrior woman didn't know what her lover intended, but she trusted Dee Dee absolutely and let the blonde slowly push the bottle into her opened mouth. When the corked was fully inside Di's mouth, Dee Dee told her to bite down and not let go. Again, Di did as she was told and then Dee Dee yanked back.
Suddenly, Di's ears heard a loud 'POP' and there was a sudden explosion of energy, followed by a plume of liquid that left Di's head thrown back slightly by the force of it. Her eyes went wide from the sound and her body shivered as the cold fizzing liquid showered her head and upper body. Di was so overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations flooding her body she hadn't realized the cork was still wedged tightly between her perfect teeth. It was then that Di looked wide-eyed at Dee Dee and giggled in muffled surprise.
"Hahahaha! You should have seen the look on your face!" Dee Dee cackled, as she recovered from the recoil. Kneeling at the taller woman's side with the foaming bottle in one hand, the boss of the New U Salon brought herself down so she was face to face with Di. She reached over and grabbed Di by the back of her head and pulled her in until Di's trembling lips were inches from her own. With tantalizing grace, Dee Dee took the free end of the cork in her own teeth and pulled. Di quickly let go and, soon, Dee Dee spit the cork off to the side.
"Dee Dee! You just used me as a glorified bottle opener!" Di giggled, looking up at her girlfriend.
Dee Dee looked down at Di with a domineering glare to her eyes and brought the still-foaming bottle to Di's mouth and had the slutty former Amazon take a long gulp of the expensive champagne. The immediate taste of the fruity liquid was bitter and overwhelming to the one-time Wonder Woman. For a moment she nearly gagged in disgust, but she kept drinking under her girlfriend's wild stare and soon she was squirming in sinful pleasure. Her first drink of alcohol as a whorish, big-titted New U slut was poured down her throat by Dee Dee herself and Di fucking loved the fact her sexy girlfriend was responsible for yet another step into a world of complete and wild debauchery!
Dee Dee then took her own long swig from the bottle before giving Di her own turn in control of the bottle. This went on for quite awhile and the two ladies laughed and exchanged booze as if they didn't have a care in the world. The intoxicating champagne began to take hold of both of them. In between drinks they would take their time to kiss, fondle one another's hyper sensitive bodies and simply enjoy one another's company.
Dee Dee inserted one, then two and finally three fingers into the wet folds of Di's soft nether lips. Di titled her head back and aloud, drunken squeal of pleasure filled the room. Dee Dee watched on, enamored with her slut's euphoric expression. Next, with her free hand, Dee Dee reached up and poured the remained contents of champagne down Di's thick mane of hair, drenching the softly curled locks. All the while, she continued to pump her talented fingers in and out of Di's bald cunt, expertly playing with the former Wonder Woman's rock hard and incredibly sensitive clit. Soon, a shudder of pleasure rippled through Di and she came hard on the bed.
"Yessssss!" Di moaned, falling backwards on the bed. She groped and massaged her huge, fat tits and bathed in the wonderful afterglow of her drunken orgasm. She hiccuped and smiled widely at the sensations flooding her body at that moment, "Ooooh, fuck, Dee Dee. You...you make me feel so...good!"
Dee Dee snickered, lowering her face to her precious whore's crotch. The stylist licked a long trail up Di's juice-soaked pussy, bringing another loud, whining moan from the one-time Wonder Woman. That was Dee Dee's parting gift as she then unplugged her fingers from Di's snatch and staggered to her feet, lifting the now empty bottle of champagne in the air.
"All gone," she slurred happily, before throwing the empty bottle against the far wall. Both women giggled drunkenly when they saw it shatter.
"Dee Dee!" Di whined from her sprawled out spot on the bed. She reached up to the huge, perfectly spherical twin mounds that rose off her chest and began to knead and grope the soft flesh. She mused that her smooth skin had a sticky layer to it thanks to the champagne, and that made her think of..., "The champagne! We're all out!" she hiccuped indignantly, "Wh...what the fuck are we gonna do?"
Dee Dee glanced over to the ice bucket where she could plainly see two more bottles of the expensive champagne and rolled her eyes. Di was truly becoming the stereotypical blonde, just the way Dee Dee wanted her slutty girlfriend to be, and it made the stylist giggle happily at how things were turning out with the former Wonder Woman. Still, she wanted to press her advantage with the one-time heroine and made her way over to purse and pulled out a bag of soft-pink powder. She then fished two hundred dollar bills out of her purse and turned to Di with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised and a mischievous look in her eyes.
"You know, Di. There are other ways to have fun," she purred, raising the bag in the air.