Babs felt the vibrator in her ass start to buzz and she quickly made her way over to the mangers private booth as soon as she was done shaking her ass for the patreon she was dancing for.
“’bout time BatSlut…” he said with a snarl when she arrived.
“Sorry Sir.” she replied and then sat down on his lap, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.
He gave her ass a slap and flicked his head to the man sitting on the other side of the booth, “No me… him.” he grunted.
She gave her ass a quick wiggle and then stood up, shimmied over to the other man, and sat down on his lap, similarly wrapping her arm around his shoulders.
“Pleased to meet you Sir… I’m BatSlut.” she said, holding out her hand delicately for him to shake, which he did with a giant smile on his face and a stiffening shaft under her ass.
“He’s paid for an hour in the back with you, make sure he leaves happy.” the manger almost spat at her and she nodded in reply.
Then, standing up, she pulled him up afterwards and started heading to the back rooms. On the way she looked around the club and saw WonderSlut dancing for a group of me, CanarySlut buried between the legs of a woman eagerly licking her pussy, PoisonSlut on a table using a vine to pound her pussy, SuperSlut and PowerSlut sixty-nining each other on stage, and CatSlut being led around the main floor on all fours and a leash.
That meant that at least three of the rest were probably already in the back rooms servicing clients.
It was hard to beleive that they had all once been powerful heroes and villains, but the pocket dimension that they’d all been pulled into left no doubt that they were now all just sluts, like all women here.
As she lead the man into the back room and closed the door a smile crossed her lips as she danced to the music before slipping between the man’s legs and getting to work sucking his cock.
After all, who would want to be a hero when there was so much pleasure to be had being a slut?
