Lilandra Nerimani, Majestrix Shi'ar, absolute and beloved-almost-to-the-point-of-deification ruler of one of the greatest interstellar empires in the history of the universe, bent at the waist as she placed the tray of beers on the table, making sure to
give the already tipsy patrons a good look at her breasts as they threatened to spill out of her skimpy outfit, and smiling broadly.
"Here are your drinks, sirs," she said, her smile getting even wider when one of them stuffed a twenty down her cleavage. She spun around making sure they got a good look at her shapely ass, and was rewarded when one of them pinched her cheek.
She smirked, pleased. It was such a relief to be back on Earth, free to relax and be treated like piece of meat after a long year engaged in heady affairs of state. As she sauntered off, body swaying in the most enticing fashion possible, she looked around
and her heart filled with pride. Heavenly Bodies, the Bar/Stripclub/Brothel she and Shalla Bal the Silver Surfer had founded, was one of the most popular Super-Hooker hang-outs in the city. Unlike Avenger's Mansion, Madame X's School, and the Baxter Building,
Heavenly Bodies was exactly what it said on the tin, rather than also serving as a headquarters for superheroic activity.
Of course, things had changed somewhat. It still remained a place where all the girls were LITERALLY out of this world, but that definition had expanded quite a bit. For example, of the ladies currently strutting their stuff on the various stages, only her
sister Deathbird and Caeira the Oldstrong were actually aliens; Clea and Thundra came from other dimensions, Lorelei and Sif were Asgardian deities, Sue Storm and Moonstone merely got their powers from outer space, Lady Dorma was an Atlantean, Sersi was an
Eternal, and who knew exactly what Thor Girl was?
Lilandra looked at the time, realized her serving shift was almost over, and smiled again. Fun and profitable as earning tips being ogled and groped while serving drinks was, the pleasure and profit of stripping and private dances was much greater. And of course,
both paled in comparison to working the brothel upstairs...
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Madelyne Pryor, erstwhile leader of the Sisterhood of Mutant Skanks and current prisoner of SHIELD, lounged naked on her cot. She naturally posed herself in the most provocative fashion possible, giving the guards an eyeful. It was unlikely that this would
accomplish anything; the staff here at the Vault were all thoroughly sated before coming on duty; easy to do given that most Super-Hookers gave discounts to law enforcement personnel, and those who served with SHIELD gave even greater discounts to their peers.
Still, she wanted to keep her seduction skills in practice. True, no one had ever escaped from SHIELD custody, and she had no intention of ever "turning over a new leaf" like that treacherous bitch Mystique, but a girl could hope, right? Not to mention, showing
off her beautiful body gave her some pleasure, and she had to do something to keep her Super-Hooker horniness in check while waiting for her daily "laydate" with a fellow inmate. Yesterday, it had been Superia and they'd had such fun in the few hours allotted
to them! She hoped today's would be just as fine.
She licked her lips, slid a hand down to her red-furred pussy, and began fisting herself, while her other began fiddling with her nipple, as she remembered yesterday and fantasized about today...
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