Candy smiled as she looked down from the modified VIP balcony lounge above the main floor of the Jewel Club. The place was absolutely standing room only. Every table was packed with obviously horny men (and some women even) who were all beign services by a large number of hotties of every race, creed, and color. Booze flowed, coke was easily seen, and trashy strippers danced on the stages, tables, and laps of numerous clients. The strippers were all decked out in tight hot pants and g strings, some pasties, but mostly topless, with various jewels hanging of their belly buttons, ears, necklaces, bracelets, and anklets. Candy smiled broader as she thought of the fact that all those jewels were actually real and not cheap rhinestones.Candy herself was decked out in a tube micro-dress that was coated in what first appeared to be rhinestones, but were actually 1 carat diamonds. She had the dress especially made and it was worth at least $10 million. Never mind her other matching diamond jewelry. Even her stiletto heeled shoes were encrusted with tiny diamonds and worth at least $500K. She couldn't help but rub her hands over her gems and lick her lips. She was MRS. Superstud after all, and therefor what ever she wanted, she damn well got.Turning back to the main lounge, she strutted forward as her hubby, Mr. Superstud, formerly Superman, was dictating the terms of their rule to the City Council. The whole council, the mayor, deputy mayor, county commissioner, Secretary, Treasurer, and Police Chief were in attendance. Using Ruby's, formerly known as Batgirl, plan and the shades and some other fun toys (like Wonder Woman's lasso) they had corrupted and incorporated the entire legitimate government of Las Vegas into their gang. On the outside, everyone of them was unchanged. On the inside, they were now just loyal henchmen and women who's only thoughts were of the illicit nature."Yous guys need to keep da lid on the papers, and make shur de books balance. We's don't needs anyone getting snoopy on us and our operations. You dig?" Superstud was telling the Commissioner and the Treasurer."No problems boss, we got this. Any reporter who starts sniffing is going to find nothing but clean books." The Treasurer replied."K, on da hookers. We's got the territories set up, and Pimp Prince here" Superstud gestured to a thuggish but somewhat intelligent looking white pimp "is the lead pimp. He's sends the schedules out, and whos is working da security sos you pigs don't mess up the tricks. We's will make some fake busts every week to make it look good for da papers. Yous be sure that we gots every pig on da force hooked on one o de glitter ho's. I wants to be sure every pig know who he REALLY works fer.""Its done boss, I made sure myself. Had to trash a couple of bitch cops, but no problems after that. They are much happier dancing here at the club anyway. Ain't that right Officer Daisy?" The police chief said as he leaned back to reveal a blonde girl wearing a cowboy hat, cowboy boots and nothing else under that table blowing him."(giggle) Of course not, Mr. Sheriff sir. Ah do declare, this here be more fun than a hog killing!" the former officer, now a stripper and hooker named Daisy replied with a big grin before going back to work."Good. Lastly, this here is Donny. He heads up da snitches. He runs the pickpockets, snitching, and petty crime. Also the street dim dealers. Yous will be getten daily reports from him through Ruby, be sure yous pay attention ta anyting Ruby highlights and take care of it." Superstud said as he pointed a weasel of a man skulking in the back.Candy strutted up beside him and shared a smile with Venus, formerly Wonder Woman, who was the head body guard, and sexual muscle. The Trash had had some interesting side effects on her and she was able to do all kinds of things to men and women during sex, such as age regress them (she had turned two men into mental babies and they were now being cared for by their very confused families), sissify them (as a Federal Agency and former Spec Ops Soldier had found out, and was now quiet content to serve as her puppy dog and sleep at her feet), or simply fuck their brains out and leave them complete idiots or mindless puppets (numerous examples now worked at the club cleaning, parking cars, or other menial tasks).Candy ran her immaculate nails along her husbands neck and up his cheek. "Also, we have made sure everyone of our hookers knows the rules of engagement for the use of glitter. It's a good thing Ruby spent the time thinking about its effects otherwise we would have had a major problem on our hands with so many glitter-fuck addicts and a limited number of whores. We will only be targeting important or rich people we can be sure to keep under our influence. Remember, the key to success is to keep things appearing as normal as possible. We just want to rule this city and provide entertainment to the masses. If we attract attention, we could get people here we don't want, such as other superheroes."Ruby then spoke up. "Mrs. Superstud is 100% correct, remember that always. I have given you all the copies of the important high points, and your special instructions. The meeting is over, but please feel free to enjoy the club."
"About time, I hate being Classed while in the club. Time to get fucked!" A city councilwoman, a 40 something NOW mouthpiece, pulled out a can of Trash and Foomped herself. SHe was quickly turned into a 20 year old Redhead with tats on both arms and pierced nipples. She pulled on a G string and a pair of thigh highs and went strutting down to the main floor to start her set.
Ruby smiled at Venus. "I just love how many people we have working and living double lives. Half the professional classes in Vegas are now legit during the day and Vice ridden scum at night thanks to the magic of Trash, Superstud's shades, and Class."
The various gang members, formerly upstanding citizens of Las Vegas and now deviant thugs, stood up and headed to the other second story party rooms that were reserved for "special customers" (i.e. the gang inner circle). Candy kissed her husband Superstud on the lips as they filed out. "Baby, you are sooooooooo HOT when you run these meetings! You are like a Viking giving orders to his raiders on how to treat the peasants."
Superstud returned the kiss with passion, and shortly the two were fucking on the table while Ruby and Venus looked on.
After a nice long fuck, Superstud took his wife Candy down into the club and wandered among the tables, talking to customers, stopping to do a line of coke, or do a quick gang bang. After that they headed out to Superstud's pimp mobile. The classic Caddy was now gold plated, real leopard skinned interior, and had gems on all the knobs. Superstud slid into the back as his thug bodyguard and Venus took their places in the front seat.
Superstud had the driver drive down the Strip so he and Candy could survey the changes in Vegas. For someone who was just visiting you wouldn't perhaps notice, but Candy was smiling as she gave her husband a handjob. Hookers, dressed in gold stripe thong bikinis in most cases and black thigh high hooker boots strutted openly wearing dark glasses and small spaghetti strap purses. Every area had a obvious pimp with muscle bound thugs watching, and the police were opening ignoring the brazen Vice going on. Every now and then a puff of glitter could be seen as a hooker would use it on a tempting target and then the zombified John would be led off by a grinning hooker to be fucked, cleaned out, and addicted to fucking. Snitches and other low lifes slunked around doing low level crime and drug dealing. Lots of tourists still, many didn't seem to mind the show. Overall a feeling of scummy lowbrow trash permeated the air.
"Oh baby, you have done such a great job taking this place over. You can feel it!" Candy replied as she surveyed the scene. "A totally awesome honeymoon!"
"Yeah toots, and this just the start. With that deal we cut with Mr.Hanson, we will be swimming in da dough. One porn a week, and the contract hits, and we get a 10% cut on all of dat, but we gets the full cut on owning Vegas." Superstud said grinning.
Candy looked around, every time they went for a drive, they always zapped someone just for shits and grins if nothing else. She spotted a nice, clean cut couple looking a bit aghast at the lowlife on the Strip trying to cross the street. "There baby, those two look way to uptight. I think we need to loosen them up a bit." Candy said as she visualized the couple as a thug and a stripper.
"Sure ting baby! Jackson, pull up da Caddy right by dem!" The driver drove up into the crosswalk cutting the couple off, and ZAP!
"Get in, you two! If yous wants to work dis town yous needs to talk to me an my wife." Superstud said opening his door.
"Sure ting, Mr. Superstud. We's been looking for ya so's we can gets permission!" The now muscled biker, complete with a greasy beard, and leather clothes slid into the car with a giggling, bubble-gum chewing black haired with purple highlighted tart with huge fake tits wearing a spandex body suit with the words "SLUT" across her chest.
Candy let Superstud do the talking as he laid out the rules and assigned the biker to location to work as muscle, and his bitch a street corner. Candy had her change out of the body suit and into a Gold Stripe Thong bikini with Black Thigh high boots and SUnglasses. "This is the Superstud Hooker's uniform. All our girls wear it when on duty so everyone knows they are getting the best tail in town. Her is your purse, he is your glitter. Now go get some Johns!"
Before they dropped them off, Superstud insisted they get married and they went through a drive through Wedding Chapel. "I's wants me employees to be happy, and nothing makes a happier couple dan one dat works together." Candy laughed as they dumped the new gang members off and she grinned as the new hooker almost immediately flagged down a car and leaned in the window.
Candy just loved seeing new Trash slaves. These two had been grad students at UCLA according to the background check, now they were living in a 1 room cheap hotel and living life as street trash and loving it.
Life was certainly good, and Candy and Superstud were enjoying it to the fullest. After a drive they entered into their mansion (a temporary place while they had several Casinos on the strip rebuilt into a giant palace), and SUperstud went to the gym for his workout. Sid had done some tests and had told Candy that superstrength or not, her Husband needed to do workouts daily to keep his tone and muscles. So they had a huge gym installed and he worked out daily. She usually joined him in order to keep herself in shape and toned.
But today there was a phone call from Sid.
"Candy, I've got something amazing that I have been working on, and its ready to be tried out. If it works, it will absolutely insure that you and your husband will be untouchable. I'm going to need you and Venus to come back here for a couple of days, Superstud too. Are you interested?"