Jubilee was thinking over exactly the best tramp wear to get herself, and maybe something for Jamie. But honestly, Jamie didn't seem as important as her. After all, choosing the right trash look to make Master want to cum all over Jubes' titties seemed much more important than doing anything for that piece of shit that used to call herself Wolverine.
But then Jubilee say something that made her cunt drip a little. It was all weird flouncy dresses and Alice-in-Wonderland-type frills, parasols and mary jane shoes, like that stuff you get from Japan, with the people sashaying around with big ribbons.
'Shit, if you dress like that, no one would ever take you seriously, would they?" Jubilee said.
"No, ma'am," Jamie said.
"You'd be clearly such a little girly wimp that everyone would know the only thing you could do was lift the back of your cute dress for Sabretooth or Omega Red."
"Yes, ma'am."
Jubilee yanked Jamie inside. "We'll find something trashy for me a little later," she said hoarsely. "Right now we're going to doll you up, you little bitch."
* * *
"Tie your top tighter, bitch," Jarvis said as he thrust his cock deeper into Janet's eager mouth.
"Yes, sir," Tanya said meekly.
"And after that you can start cleaning this place up."
"Yes, sir."
"And remember that as Janet is my girl, she outranks you. After all, you work for the family now. So if she asks you to do something, you better do it -- unless I tell you otherwise."
"Yes, sir."
Janet mumbled in delight as she sucked Jarvis' cock. That meant she didn't need to clean her own room! Daddy must love her so much if he is making someone else do all the boring work!
"After all, I want my sweetie nice and spoiled," Jarvis said as he stroked Janet's hair.
* * *
"So, we need to show-off those big fun-bags of yours," Jean said. "How to do that?"
"Well, Ms. Grey, I--"
"Do you actually have a suggestion, bitch?" Jean sneered. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror recently? Those giant tits, that huge ass, those big fat lips you can barely close properly. It's clear you're just a brainless bimbo; if a thought ever came into your empty head, it would die of loneliness."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Here, that place sells tube tops and bikinis," Jean said. "We can see about finding some things to stretch over your hooters."
* * *
"Mmmmmm, tastes of Daddy," Blackfire cooed as she licked Starfire's mouth clean. "But Daddy Slade, now Star's pussy is dripping. Can we lick each other clean, please?"
"S-sure."
"You're the best!"