Power Girl
In a world of super heroes, many uncommon sights become commonplace. But Power Girl on a stripper pole was not one of them.
Black and Red was a new night club in New York that catered to all sorts of debauchery.
Casual dancing, drinking, and for more lucrative clientele there were more adult activities. This is where Karen Starr, Power Girl was forced to work.
Weeks prior she had received an email from an untraceable source that claimed to know she was Power Girl and a location to meet.
Karen went to the designated location and was met with the villain Roulette. The manipulator made it clear that she knew Karen was Power Girl, had photographic evidence, and that if she disappeared nobody would stop a program from uploading the photo to every social media website available.
And so a deal was struck. Karen would never commit crimes for a villain like Roulette and shame as it was to lose kryptonian muscle, the vixen could find other uses for Power Girl.
It was no secret that the blonde was most well known for her massive rack. Roulette could use that.
And so every night, Power Girl was to go to Black and Red to work.
“Shake those titties Power Slut!”
The blonde let out a mix of a growl and a sigh. With an eye roll, she moved her body to bounce her massive breasts but as little as possible. She wasn’t here to satisfy these freaks.
“C’mon, work it girl!”
Disgusted but forced to comply, Power Girl put her breasts around the stripper pole and moved them up and down. This made the crowd erupt and hopefully would back off.
But then, up came Livewire.
“Hey ya, Pussy Girl”
“Willis. How’s the shit podcast going?”
“Raking in more dough than your whore ass, that’s for sure”
The electric blue woman slammed one thousand dollars in bills on the stage and demanded “Now ditch the outfit super slut”
From the other side of the club, Roulette gave Power Girl a look. She had to comply.
The curvaceous blonde worked her way out of her outfit, trying to make it as minimally sexy as possible. Thought by the catcalls and wolf whistles, she failed at that.
The busty heroine blushed bright red, trying to cover her breasts with one arm while another hid her cunt. Due to the sheer size of her breasts, they spilled out over and under her arm.
From across the room, Roulette lowered her sunglasses and stared into Karen’s soul. And so, the blonde’s arms went to her sides.
“C’mon Miss Back of Steel, who wants to see her shake that fat ass of her’s?!” Livewire called to the crowd who erupted into cheers
“Damn every last one of you…” the kryptonian growled
Bending over, the humiliated blonde did her best to shake her rather curvy ass, not having to put in much effort to make it bounce and clap. It was beyond humiliating! She ran a tech company! She wasn’t some slut in a rap video!
But then, Livewire brought her hand down on Power Girl’s ass.
In an instant, Livewire was on the other side of the club, pinned in the air against the wall by a kryptonian with red hot eyes full of heat vision, ready to fire.
But then, Karen was pulled out of her rage by the sound of an unlocking phone. It was Roulette’s, and Karen could see she opened Twitter.
Swallowing all pride, Karen forced herself to play the part
“S-So sorry I lost my….bimbo…temper, ma’am. Let me…make it up to you” Power Girl spoke, the anger clear in her voice still
“Oh, only one way you can make it up to me, Power Cunt”
Livewire stuck out a thumb behind her. It was towards the elevator to the club’s basement. To the sex dungeon