All characters in this story are over 21 years of age. 

Super Sluts was one of the most popular strip clubs in the city. After all, in a world where superheroines were a regular appearance on the evening news, in a city where one only had to look up to see one flying around in a too-short skirt or a too-tight leotard, it stirred the imagination. And Super Sluts hired women almost as hot as the real thing, dancing on stage, flirting with the customers, and always eager to be taken to the back room.

Every time Kyoka Santos, secretly the infamous superheroine Thot Cat, passed by that seedy, shady looking strip-shack, only one thing was on her mind.

All those superheroes advertised on the brick of that building... But where is THOT CAT! 💢  Life wasn't fair!

She started going out of her way after school was out just to pass by it again each day, fuming and giving a little cutesy stomp on the ground each time she looked at that cat-less wall. Something had to give, here! It had been THIRTY-FOUR WHOLE DAYS since she had first seen it, and they STILL hadn't had a Thot Cat stripper! Kiyoka had already gotten herself locked inside the vault of a bank during a robbery, been taken hostage by the Dairy Darling, and accidentally burned down half the pier trying to stop some guys from smoking weed under it! She HAD to be noticed soon, right...?

But no. They’d had a month already to take notice, and they’d still done nothing. It was obvious to even Thot Cat that she had to take matters into her own hands. She had to BECOME the stripper...! As soon as the idea popped into her head she immediately accepted it. Dressed in her custom (ordered off Amazon) superheroine gear, she headed toward the club. Her costume consisted primarily of the dark panties and bra, the top having an adorable cutout in the shape of a cat’s head that gave a tantalizing view of her inner cleavage. It’d fit perfectly a month ago, but in the growth spurt since then, it now squeezed on her breasts extra tight, her breasts struggling to spill out from the top and bottom at the same time. There was also matching thigh-highs and gloves, and of course the cat-ear headband; couldn’t be a Thot Cat without that, could you? Same went for the bell collar and tail. At first, the tail had been the worst part of the costume, but after weeks of wearing it all the time, Kiyoka loving swishing it around, loved the tingles it gave her insides when she did.

However, she wasn't alone in this sleazy adventure of hers. Misa Higashi, the school journalist hellbent on getting that prized photograph of Thot Cat, was in tow right behind her even as she made her way towards the side entrance of the strip club.

"HEY! Where do you think you’re going, Thot Cat?!" The sightly older, slightly bustier student called out to the panty-clad teen as she skipped down the dreary alleyway. Misa was 5’2, almost a full head taller than Kiyoka, fluffy brunette hair that cascaded down her back in contrast to Kiyoka’s tiny twintails, and even though she did her best to not dress provocatively, nothing worked. Today it was the school uniform, black leggings, and a large sweater over that. But even with three layers there was no hiding just how cute her face was with the rosy cheeks and button nose, and her sweater was still pushed out far from her chest, hiding away one of the largest, shapeliest pairs of tits in all of the city. 

"Oh, hey! It's the Journo-girl!" Thot Cat said with a big smile, shaking her little tush around to make her limp tail swish about.

The two girls attended the same high school college campus, and Misa was absolutely convinced that Kiyoka Santos and Thot Cat were one and the same, and she was determined to prove it to the world. She didn’t understand why she was having so much trouble with it though! Thot Cat didn’t even wear a mask! She’d shown one picture of Kiyoka in a bikini and another of Thot Cat in her ridiculous lingerie to the college’s newspaper editor, but he’d been unconvinced. 

“I dunno, Thot Cat has bigger titties, don’t you think?”

“That… the bikini was from summer, and she just grew since then! And look! The face!” 

“Yeah, but Kiyoka wears a ponytail, and Thot Cat has twin tails.” 

It was hopeless. So if Misa was going to get to the bottom of things, she’d need to catch Thot Cat right in the act. “What even is this place?

"Well, this Super-Sluts™️ place has a SERIOUS lack of Thot Cat, so I'm gonna go AUDITION!"" She did a little pose, but not too  fast—Misa was pulling out her camera! She grabbed the doorknob of the club and flung it open, hiding herself behind it with a giggle.

Click.

All Misa got was that nasty looking door with a beaten-up "SKANKS WANTED" sign on the front.

"Nice try, Mimi!" Thot Cat tapped on the little piece of paper underneath the first one : 🚫 📸  NO PHOTOS!

"I thought you were alll about ruuuules? Meowwahahaa!" Thot Cat shut the door and skipped her way towards the office inside. Misa couldn't let Thot Cat get away! She was SO CLOSE now... But rules were rules, and Misa was most certainly not going to get caught! She'd have to play this slow, weasel her way into the strip club... And right when Thot Cat realizes what a disgusting, degenerate place this is? She'll use her powers, and Misa will be there to finally take that picture for the school newspaper she's been craving for months!

(Editor’s Note: Other than having thirteen pounds of all-natural titflesh that could effortlessly defy gravity even while naked, Thot Cat has no superpowers.)

Thot Cat slid into view of the open office door on her little oversized paw-shoes, doing jazz hands with her kitty-gloves with a big grin on her face.

"Hey, mister boss man! I saw you were lacking a CERTAIN SUPERHERO..." She raised her brows up and down comically. "... So this CERTAIN SUPERHERO is here to fill in until you find a WORRRRTHY replacement for her." She inspected her paw-glove like she was checking for dirt under her nails like a prissy star.  She sauntered on in and quickly extended a hand out rapidly in greeting. Her tits wobbled from the sudden jerk forward, and they remained jiggling in that tiny little cat-cutout top of hers even as she waited for the handshake back.

"Name's Thot Cat... But you should already know that! Meow! Nice to meetcha, Mister Boss-man!"

The click-clack of schoolgirl loafers could be heard down the hall. A moment later and Misa slid into the view of the doorway just like the 'superheroine' did.

"WAIT, WAIT! Don't you dare start yet! I'm ..." She gulped and straightened out her skirt, then made the single worst decision of her life. "... I am auditioning, too!"

The “Boss Man” wore sunglasses indoors. They went well with his craggy face, scruffy facial hair, and the thick cigar he had bit between his teeth. He was in his early 50s, hair slicked back and died black, while he wore an expensive leather jacket over a cheap shirt, the front unbuttoned to let some of his thick chest hair spill out. 

His eyes immediately glued themselves to their bodies, roaming up over Thot Cat's exposed figure, but appreciating Misa's superior curves too. Good thing for the sunglasses. 

"You two... uh..." They didn't even come up to his shoulder. And with their adorable angel faces, he came to the mistaken conclusion that maybe these girls were slightly too young to be in such an adult establishment.

"You're both over eighteen, right?" He asked, puffing out a cloud of smoke into their faces.

Misa paled at the question, suddenly getting rather nervous and unsure of what to say.

"Well, sir, um, you see… we’re… - gack, gah, hack, hack!!" Misa was interrupted by the cigar smoke entering her lungs. She grabbed her stomach as she hunched over, tears welling in her eyes. Thot Cat simply reached over, threw a paw-gloved hand over Misa's mouth, and smiled.  She had another trick up her sleeve to get her on the fast-pass to employed...!

"Sir, yes sir, Mista Bossman!  Misa here is like, nineteen, I think. And me? Well, it's a super-duper special day for me, sir!" Keeping her paw over Misa's mouth, she puffed out her overbloated, 100% legal chest and put her hand on her hip with her free hand. "I am eighteen years old as of TODAY. So that means like, uh... Less than twenty-four hours ago, I was seventeen! You strip-club places like that, right?! And three-hundred-and-sixty-five days ago, I was sixteen! And when I was sixteen I learned to drive a car, and it was sooooo cool and now I can vote and join the military and-and that's even coo-"

"SHUT UP THOT CAT!" Misa shouted out as she yanked the paw from her mouth. Looks like someone had finally recovered from her coughing fit.

"Yes. We are both eighteen. Well, erm. I'm nineteen. Yes." Her voice was full of faux confidence, hands on her hips as she brazenly lied about their age. 

(Editor’s note: Thot Cat is twenty-one, while Misa is twenty-two.)

She gave a glare at Thot Cat before softening her expression for the older, hairy sleazeball behind the desk. "Next question, please." She was tapping her foot impatiently already...! Misa was a mile-a-minute kind of girl. The quicker this is over, the quicker she can get in close for the best picture of her life...! 

"Yeah... good. Yeah. Well, y'know, can't be too careful. Wouldn't want anything shady goin' on at this fine establishment, y'know?" He said just as one of the strippers giving a patron a lap dance moaned, almost  passing out, hanging limply on his shoulder. She'd accepted a free drink, and that customer had paid for the VIP treatment, standing up to take his prize—dressed up as a female version of Wolverine of all things—upstairs. 

Misa couldn't help but gasp as she watched that sluttified 'superhero' slink back into a patron. Her young little heart was beating out her chest.

Maybe Thot Cat saw that and is going to reveal her powers now...!

No, not even. Thot Cat was looking on in awe. "OHMYGOSH. Wolverine. I am SUCH a huge fan, meeeow!" Her big pale-pink eyes followed the patron as he carried that unconscious girl out of view. Misa simply rolled her eyes in response.

"Aight. Name’s Leo Capaldi. Let's head to my office, and I'll see which of you can shake your tits up on the big stage." He led them through the smoky club, various girls undressing as they danced around poles, the only identifiable tells about their personas the domino masks they wore. Less pretty, less curvy girls were stuck carrying food and drinks, enduring the slaps on their asses and honks on their breasts with a wide smile. Thot Cat was impressed; everyone seemed to be having such a good time!

"Ugh..." Misa huffed under her breath, following behind the cheery, ditzy Thot Cat as she continued to scan the shady environment in wonder as she followed behind 'Mister Bossman'. Funnily enough, those two girls had more tits than most of the current employees. What the hell were they putting in those school lunches nowadays?

Inside the office, as soon as Leo shut the door behind them the thumping dance music immediately faded into a whisper, speaking well to its soundproofing. For a businessman, it was a slightly strange place to do business, but it made perfect sense to Leo that he'd need a stripper pole, leather couch, and heart-shaped bed to go along with the desk and filing cabinets for occasions just like this. 

"Whoa... That's a cool bed!" Thot Cat said with a point of her paw before looking at the pole. "And that POLE.  I thought those were only for firefi—ow!"

“Be quiet!” hissed Misa. She’d never failed a job interview in her life, and she wasn’t about to start now. Even if it was to be hired as an exotic dancer.

"So you twos wanna dance, eh? Lemme guess. Gotta pay your way through college, right?"

"YES." Misa intentionally cut Kiyoka off. "The student loan interest rate is absurd. I do not want to be paying those for the rest of my life." Misa said with a serious look on her face, tossing another heated glance at the girl beside her on the couch. Thot Cat had nearly blown their cover already. The scantily-dressed kitten nodded nervously, the leather squeaking as she shifted her weight around uncomfortably to deliver another silly cat-fib. "Y-yes yes! Gosh, can ya believe them interest rates? Like, uh! Not interested! Meowhahaha!"

Another eye-roll from Misa. 

"Riiiight." Leo put his elbows up on the desk as he considered the two. "So, my girls make fifteen dollars an hour. Fight for fifteen and all that. So as long as you two can work a couple of nights of the week, you're sure to be paying off them loans in no time." 

He gauged their expressions through his shades. He lowballed his strippers, took half their tips each night, but not even the drugged up whores of his fine establishment would agree to getting no tips, let alone a piar of absolute bombshells like these. 

“Wow! Fifteen dollars an hour? That’s like… I could order a whole large pizza after like, an hour!” Kiyoka was practically drooling at just the thought of it.

“That is… a fair wage, yes.” Misa nodded in agreement. “I’m glad Super… ah, Sluts… has such a progressive policy.”

Kiyoka’s father was the city’s Mayor, while Misa’s was the Chief of Police. And corrupt as both menwere—even with more than two dozen superheroines active 24/7 crime was still rampant after all this time—they were able to provide the girls with a privileged enough lifestyle that neither had any idea what the real value of a dollar was even now.

But for Leo, it just sounded too good to be true.

"One of you ain't wearing a wire, right?" He asked, eyes focusing squarely on Misa. He couldn't imagine where Thot Cat would be hiding anything, dressed as she was.

Thot Cat jumped up from the couch, immediately doing a little spin on her fuzzy feet before striking a pose!

"No wire here, Mista Bossman!  The only thing I have is a swishy tail, razor sharp kitty claws, (Editor’s Note: The claws of Thot Cat’s gloves are made of child-safe, unsharpened plastic) and a thirst for fightin’ crime!"

Misa gave a sigh. "No, I'm not wearing a wire, either." 

Thot Cat gave a suspicious look at Misa before giving a devious grin at the fuzzy-chested sleaze at the desk. "Hrrrm... Iunno, Mista Bossman.  Misa here is a nosy little neighbor! I think we're gonna have to do a ..."

She sat back down on the couch, trying not to burst into a giggle fit as she prepared herself for her next move.

"... STRIP SEARCH!"

“What? No! No… don’t you… heyyy!!!” Misa was temporarily restrained and blinded as Kiyoka yanked the sweater up over her head. She twisted side to side trying to regain control, but all it was doing was making her massive chest swing to and fro. While her sweater and arms were still pulled up over her head…

POP POP POP POP POP POP POP POP. In the blink of an eye, Thot cat somehow managed to snag a couple of fuzzy paw fingers into the space between the buttons of her button-up sweater and YANKED with all her might, her expensive, expertly-pressed schoolgirl shirt immediately devoid of buttons. The buttons sailed through the air, one even smacking Mr. Bossman in the face while the rest scattered around on the floor. Misa had on an utterly scandalous bra for her prudish image—lacy, and nearly see-through! Not only that, but it looked like it was two sizes too small! Even though Misa came from a well-off family, getting a custom-sized bra every month for the past year was really a bother for her parents...!

"AH!" Misa cried out, tossing the sweater to the floor before grabbing Thot Cat's wrists as she continued to pull at her shirt, untucking it from her skirt. "You little cat-eared floozy! Get your hands off of me!"

"NYO! You're wearing a wire, I just know it! I know it! I know it!" The two girls stirred up a cartoonish dust cloud of curious catfighting, hair-pulling, boob-squeezing, and illegal tickling, and when the smoke cleared, Misa sat there on the couch, completely dejected, her shirt, sweater, and bow laying on the floor in a stretched, crumpled mess.  She still had her bra on, but one strap was sliding down her shoulder and her areola were starting to peek out from the low cup of them.  What a fucking set of cowtits this journalist had!

"Urrgh..." Misa hissed out, gritting her teeth as she looked at Thot Cat, who now sat proudly straight up with a big smile on her face and her paw-hands in her lap.

"Good news, Mister Bossman. Misa's wire-less! Now, can we continue? Pleaseplease?~" 

"Guhhh..." Leo's head had snapped back when the button had collided with his forehead, and his mouth was still hanging open. These girls were too fucking hot. 

They were a goldmine! 

"Yeah... yeah. Yeah! Like I said before, can't be too careful." He gave them a greasy grin as he opened up a drawer from his desk, pulling out a small plastic bag a quarter-full of small pink pills. "So, I know how it is for you college students. Between classes, studyin', and partyin', you hardly got any energy to shake your asses." Well, maybe not so much this loony catgirl, but he continued his spiel anyways. 

"So as a special service, I provide my girls with the latest in, uh... herbal supplements." He balanced one pill in the fingertip of either hand, then stood up and walked around the desk. "Before I can hire either of ya, I need to know you've got the right, ah... tolerance for this kinda thing." 

"Mouths open, tongues out." He said, ready to deliver the pill directly. "No chewing. Just suck on 'em and let 'em melt. Don't worry. Tastes just like candy."

Thot Cat's eyes went all crossy as she inspected the pink pill before her. A more veteran superheroine might be suspicious that these weren’t health supplements at all, but rather some sort of designer drug meant to entrap his employees in a cycle of brutal addiction.

“Whoa! This really does look like candy!” Thot Cat wasn't the most intellectual kitten around.

Meanwhile, Misa was having an inner battle of cosmic proportions. She was going to break TWO laws tonight, it seemed. She had to clench her fists to keep her whole body from trembling. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple, past her chin, then rolled between her stupid fat tits.

The things a journalist does for a good story...!

"Fine."

Misa, surprisingly, was the first one to lean forward and accept the pill. Thot Cat, noticing Misa's initiation, threw her face onto his finger, slurping up the entirety of his digit along with the pill. She pulled away from it a split second later, a tiny bridge of saliva still connecting her bottom lip to his finger.

Now, they wait. Thot Cat turned the curiously flavored pill in her mouth while Misa stood frozen, eyes wide as she anticipated the feelings to come next.

"Mrow, it really does taste like candy! Spicy candy...! Whoa... Wait a heckin' second here... Bwuh..."

Misa was starting to feel it too - it was like an animalistic heat was beginning to take over her. Her body felt hot. Her breasts felt like they were being squeezed flat by the bra she was wearing, and her pussy was on fire. She had to get them off!

Thot Cat placed a hand on her own midriff and began to drag it down slowly, drool slightly collecting on her lip as a fuzzy paw-finger sneaked between her legs but over her panties. "Ww-wowzers meowzers... This is some fancy candy, aou..."

Leo grinned, a permanent leer etched on his face as he watched the "supplement" work its magic. It really did help the girls do their best. Lots of energy, some mild euphoria, and it threw their libido into overdrive. Most important though was just how crazy addictive it was. Girls would beg to work more than three nights a week just for their dose, and the only time a girl quit was when he tossed them out to make room for fresh meat. 

But that was for the future. Right now, he had to take these girls for a ride. 

"Only the best for my girls. And I gotta say, you two really impressed me. You might just be, ah... nineteen and eighteen. But I think you're gonna fit in perfectly here." Leo said as he started taking off his belt, stepping out of his pants and shoes, the socks staying on. "But if you're interested, then the tier-two girls make twenty dollars an hour. Course, I need to check your special skills if you want that promotion."

Tier two...!!!

The echo of that phrase bounced around in Thot Cat’s mostly-empty brain for seconds after he said it. It should also be mentioned that by the time he was done with that sentence, Thot Cat was diddling her little pussy through her panties, the audible SQLCHSQLCH of squishy wet flesh ringing out, even with her paw just pushing against it through her clothes!

"Uwaaa--mrow. Thot Cat has so many skills!”  SQLCHSQLCHSQLCH “The criminals of the city fear my furry… my furry, mrrrrow...!~" 

Misa was the complete opposite of Thot Cat in this moment.  She was shivering now, doing her best to resist the artificial surges pumping through her porn-stacked body.  She wasn't going to brazenly rub her cunny in front of him! No, no... But she just had to get these clothes off! It was like they were burning her!

As Thot Cat continued to play with her kitty, Misa began to feverishly strip out of what was left of her outfit.  There she was now, dressed in nothing but her knee-high socks for the now half naked boss… and it just made things worse! The open air on her skin was tingling so much! She gulped as she looked at the bulge of his cock. She had a feeling she was going to be breaking more laws soon... Or at least he will be...! She was in too deep to 'pussy' out now! She clenched her fists hard. If Thot Cat ascended to Tier-Two and left her behind, she couldn’t keep an eye on the self-proclaimed superheroine. She had to join the same tier, too! 

So they can be closer, you see. That’s the only reason.

Misa's body was divine. She really didn't need a bra - her tits had an unbelievable perk to them despite their size that only a girl her age could have. Unlike her top-heavy feline co-star whose ass was flatter than a pancake, her hips blossomed out wide, revealing a fat cushion below her back. Her pussy was expertly taken care of despite being too busy for a boyfriend, a thin little landing strip of hair above her glistening love-petals. If journalism didn't work out for her, Misa could have a promising career in the porn industry in three years.

(Editor’s Note: Misa would need to wait three years because she is currently attending college and wants to finish her journalism degree)

"D-deal." She was trying not to lose control! Oh, she was so frustrated, so furious that Thot Cat had dragged her into her most embarrassing moment, but the drugs taking over her system had other feelings to press...!

"That's the spirit!" He put his hands on the shoulder of either girl and pushed, sending their knees thudding into the old green shag carpet together, putting their faces right at eye-level with his johnson, just in time for them to see the foreskin slowly peel itself back as the whole thing lifted up to meet them, a dribble of precum oozing out the tip. 

"You know, uh, Thot Cat, I really do appreciate you bringin’ in your own homemade outfit," Leo said as he grabbed the girls by the top of their heads and leaned them closer together, close enough that he could start sliding his cock right between their rosy cheeks. 

"But if you start workin' here, you gotta pick a real hero. Looking at you, I think you'd make a perfect Wonder Girl. And you... uh... damn, Sasha won't like it, but tits like those, as soon as you dye your hair blonde, you're gonna be our new Power Girl."

"Meowzers... A -penis...! OOH!" Thot Cat didn't have much time before that vein-mapped mass of sleazecock was getting cheek-fucked by either side of their faces. Each pump forward tickled their cute little noses with the ends of his wiry black pubes. Misa scrunched her nose at the feeling, but more importantly at the stench. So earthy, so masculine, she had never smelled anything quite like it...

But Thot Cat? She had some super-scent powers. She was getting blasted with his musk, those heady fumes immediately fogging her lungs and short-circuiting what little synapses she had left functioning in her impressionable mind.

(Editor’s Note: Thot Cat doesn’t have super-scent powers. Kiyoka simply gets uncontrollably horny at the smell of unwashed old man cock.)

"Hwaaaaaa- B-but I'm Thot Caaaaat!" She mewled out in protest, her tongue starting to slither out of her mouth completely unconsciously. She turned her head more towards his cock. She spoke with her tongue still out.  "You're ghonna know who thoot cathh is by da end of dish!~" Kiyoka moaned as her tongue ran across his length.

Misa couldn't help herself either. It was like she was watching herself in third person as her head turned towards that massive adult prick of his. He was sliding the shaft of his cock between two pairs of lips now. Misa kept hers pursed, not answering his little plans for her so that she didn't lose any more air. She was holding her breath, stopping herself from breathing in any more of his scent, but she was going to have to soon.

Meanwhile, Thot Cat was near audibly snorting as she smooched his cock like a long-lost lover returned from war.

"Mmmwah! Y'hear me, mishter Boshman?” Thot Cat continued with the enthusiastic kisses, licks, and slobbering. “You're ghonna know Thot Catttt, mroww!"

“Hah. The two of you look like you’ve never even seen a cock before.”

“Uhhh! No, I’ve seen, like, uh… six?” Thot Cat flailed. “Six… hundred?”

“I-it’s not a problem, is it? If I’m a virgin?” Misa asked with wet eyes.

As tantalizing as both girls, as perilous as the situations they constantly found themselves in, and as interested as every hot-blooded male in their life was, it should also be mentioned that both of the young girls on their knees were complete virgins.

‘Luckily' for them, the drug that was gaining power in their bodies cared little about their lack of experience.

"Holy shit. Still got your cherries? Goddamn! Tell ya what." Leo didn't thrust his hips. He just kept his grip firm on their heads and rocked them back and forth, letting the girls flute his cock as their turned to face each other, those oversized tits of theirs flattening against each other as they locked lips around his cock. "You bring in some good money. You learn the best routines." All of which involved twerking, clearly. "And you keep our customers happy in the VIP rooms... then I'll let you parade around in your underwear as this here, uh, Thought Cat on Tuesday nights, yeah?" 

He put both hands on top of Misa's head, guiding her drooling mouth to take in his cock and slamming it down her virgin throat, nose buried in those pubes, his taste and smell overwhelming her senses as he cut off her oxygen, letting her choke on it.

GLLRK!

Misa was saving herself for marriage, or something like that.  Most importantly, she was saving her advent of fleshly pleasures for someone that wasn't a sleazy criminal over three times her age. But it was too late for all that now, her hands smacking on his thighs incessantly as his meaty, sweaty cock cored out her throatcunt.

Her first cock. How precious!

What a gag reflex.  Misa gagged trying to eat a damn banana at school the other day, and that was after taking a bite off the tip! Needless to say, she was facing the banana all over again, however this time it was bigger, and there was no hope in trying to chomp this hardened rock-hard mass of dick into pieces. She coughed, sputtering spittle all over his pubes to make them glisten like dew on a burnt tumbleweed. 

After a few long few seconds, Leo pulled her back to let the tip rest on her tongue, Misa’s drool dripping in a slimy line to her breasts..

"What kinda name is that, anyways? You got some kinda mind-reading powers or somethin’?" He laughed at that; if she did, the girl never would have come in here.

"NYOO!~ It's not like that!" Thot Cat waved her paw-gloves around in desperation.  "It's an acrobobnonym! The T stands for The Best! The H stands for Hero! The O stands for Of! And the T stands for Town...!"

The Best Hero Of Town. It was an impressively bad acronym, one that was hastily constructed after a carjacker looked at her on her first attempt at vigilante-ism and called her a "thot".

Leo thrust back down Misa’s throat. GLLRK! SPPRRT! She slapped at his thighs more, the color starting to drain from her face as she gagged on his cock once again. 

"And don't you forget it, mrrow...! Hey, when are you gonna let me play with your penis? You're letting my super-skills go to waste, nya!!~" 

"Super skills, huh? Well, show me what you've got, Tuh...Bhot Cat? The B is silent? Or..." He shook his head, grabbed TC's head to give that a good shake, then slammed his cock right down her throat, plugging it up. 

"Tell you what though. You convinced me. You ain't gonna be no Wonder Girl. You're gonna be our very own Black Cat. Yeah, Felecia Hardy, damn... pint-sized, but I don’t think people will complain!." His rubbery cock twitched inside her throat, swelling up at the thought. You didn't start your very own superhero-themed strip club without being some kind of a comics nerd. 

Black Cat...? Ugh, she hated being compared to her! Her outfit was so much CUTER! And she was going to stop WAY more crimes... Of course, these were thoughts she'd have if she wasn't struggling to stay conscious on his cock. 

"Shit. For a girl with such a big mouth, you've got a throat as tight a Chinese finger trap. Feels like you're trying to squeeze my cock right off."

 Tight?

That was one word for it. Constricting, suffocating. Thot Cat's throat was petite as the rest of her... Minus the massive gravity-defying fuck-melons that hung off her chest, of course. As soon as her nose hit his pelvis, her throat ratcheted down on his prick, an airy little GLK escaping past her stretched and pouty lips.  Too tight for her to even give a proper gag on his cock. In one bottomed-out hip-thrust, he had turned Thot Cat's throat from a vessel that faux-confidence rode on the way out from her vocal cords to a velvety vice of carnal delight, the ridges of her windpipe ribbed for his pleasure.

And unlike with Misa, he didn't go "gentle" and only force her to deepthroat. No. This girl had gotten him real damn worked up, and Thot Cat's headband was nearly falling off as he dribbled her head into his crotch, bouncing her nose off of him so fast he was starting to sweat through his shirt. 

"You two teen sluts are way too hot to be walking around like that. Gotta teach you both a lesson!" Leo roared, completely forgetting for the moment he was supposed to be conducting a farce of a job interview.

Thot Cat's funny fuzzy paws hung limply by her side as he manhandled her head up and down on his prick. Frothy spittle coated his cock every  time he forced her head back, a puddle of combined schoolgirl slobber collected up messily inside his bed of pubes. He was fucking her ugly. Mascara ran down her cheeks and a web of slop began to quickly develop between her face and the root of his cock.  Ropes of slobber began to hang off her chin before splattering into the kitty-cut tit-window hole of her 'costume'.

Meanwhile, Misa was far too busy trying to catch her breath to even look. She was laid on her back, her meaty thighs splayed open and her cowtits rising up and down heavily with each deep breath. She was so focused on breathing she didn't even realize she had two fingers up her cunt and finger-fucking her gushing slit to the rhythm of his Thot Cat throatfucks. A puddle of cunthoney began to mat the shag carpet underneath her and she began to let out heated moans, hips gyrating up and against her digits with each flicker upwards, inches away from her g-spot. It was always just barely out of reach... Even her hairbrush couldn't snag it! 

"Gnnnrgh!" Leo was passed the point of thinking with anything other than his dick. He was molding her throat to take his cock, pumping it in and out furiously, not even slowing down as his balls started to squeeze and he let loose with a torrent of cum. The first salvo was deposited safely right into her stomach, but the second burst out mid-thrust, exploding out her nose in two thick ropes that managed to nail both of her breasts, soaking the lingerie top.

"Fuck yeah!!!" He pulled out completely now, his hand taking over the thrusting so he could properly aim, striking Thot Cat with another thick splash right in the eye, before releasing the rest all over Misa, glazing her like a donut from head to soaking panties. 

"You whores are gonna give me a fucking heart attack!" He groaned out, staggering backwards into his own desk, bracing against it with his hand as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, flicking it off onto Thot Cat. 

"Goddamn. But good news. The two of you are hired!"

“Nyaaahh… c-can you fuck us now then!?” Misa cried out.

“...h-hey, you said nya, that’s my thiiiing…” Thot Cat hoarse whispered, her voice destroyed for the moment.

“If I was ten years younger, maybe. But nah…” Leo grabbed his cigar again, deeply inhaled, then puffed a cloud up over their heads. 

“I’ve got some VIPs that just love girls like you. You’re gonna make me a lot of fucking money when ya meet them.” 

The two girls whined, their drug-addled brains having forgotten why’d they’d entered the building in the first place, both desperate to feel his fat cock deep inside of them, to soothe the itch that neither of them could scratch. 

Would Thot Cat be able to convince her new boss that she was a real superheroine? Would the girls end up sold as slaves to some Saudi prince? Would she ever successfully stop a single criminal in her whole career?

Well, dear reader…

TO BE CONTINUED

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