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Luna Vixen Hellion Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2025 6:02 am
In the quiet suburban town of Maplewood, dream houses with white picket fences lined perfectly manicured lawns. Prize winning roses bushes put neighbours against one another in competition of “Best lawn of the year”. The sound of children’s laughter and birds singing filled the streets. Murmurs of gossip from the housewives and elderly residents over hot coffee filled the air.
But like all towns, there's always that one inconspicuous part of town that attracts the judgemental tuts and snide comments, and disapproving glares from Maplewood’s housewives. It is known simply as the “rough” part of town, the unwashed masses of homeless people loiter in alleyways. At least every other door is selling some kind of addiction; alcohol of course, then there's the gambling houses, each with its own loan shark on standby for emergencies. Drugs of plenty variety and if that is not enough to quench the thirst of the mundane seeking escape there is of course the sexual entertainment.
Bordering the very edge of the rough part of town is the strip club called “Double D’s” ; it serves as both a refuge and a paradox. While some view it as a scandalous place, others see it as an oasis for those wanting to escape their mundane lives. Known for its neon pink sign that flickers gently against the backdrop of sleepy street lamps and disapproving neighbours.
Most nights have theme nights for its patrons;
“Masquerade” Mondays all the girls are wearing masks.
“Jugs ‘n’ Tugs” Tuesdays, all the girls performing are already preconsenting this night only.
“Wet ‘n’ Wild” Wednesdays, we have girls wrestling each other whilst playing in water, bubbles, foam, booze. Girls guaranteed to ‘fight each other to submission!’
Then we have the fun, “Topless Karaoke” Thursdays.
Fridays and Saturdays normal activities resume! Any ideas for theme nights welcome!
And the ever favourite “Strip trivia” Sunday nights, where the girls represent opposing teams, players choose whether their own girls strip or the losers strip. Everyone is a winner!
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2025 6:08 am
Backstage with Lacey and the girls!
“Wet ‘n’ Wild” Wednesday was well underway at Double D’s, whilst the main rooms had the drunk crowds cheering at the girls' play fighting one another. Backstage in the dressing rooms had girls chattering giggling as they cleaned themselves.
“Has anyone ordered food yet? I’m starving!” one of the girls called out as she entered the change rooms covered in green slime. Several voices confirmed a food feast was on its way. When the girl realised she had to rinse slime off her hair she panicked rushing into the showers pushing a few of the girls aside to get under water. Seeing one of her friends “Lacey, can you help me? pwease!” she begged. Lacey freshly showered herself and kindly helped the girl, “I thought slime stopped after last week..” Lacey grimaced. The girl sheepishly agreed, “same! But the guys love it! My hair, not so much!” remembering last week when slime congealed on three of the girls' hair which caused one of them to shave it off and swear to never show their face here again! And the other two now wear wigs. The girl smiled, “I’m so glad you’re here..” she said softly as she bit her lip. Lacey just did a light “mmhmm” as she concentrated on helping. It took a little while but Lacey got it out without a scissor or razor in sight! “There, done!” Lacey sighed, as the girl reached for her own hair to check, and then hugged Lacey. Lacey left the girl to shower, getting dried and partially dressed.
The booming voice of the bouncer called into the room. “Ladies! Who ordered sushi?” As a few girls rushed to the door, it was a blur as cash was handed over each girl with a bountiful bag rushing away as the confused delivery driver blushed bewildered before the bouncer shut the door on him and guided him away from the paradise of the back room. Lacey was doing her hair when the ‘slime girl’ sat next to her, “how can they eat that from there.. It's like food poisoning from a gas station” Lacey shared a laugh with her. Within a few minutes, the bouncer announced “Whose feeling like chicken tonight?” As a few of the girls sung back to him and with the same blur cash was exchanged for food with another bewildered delivery driver this time their chicken hat was taken off them and worn by each girl before given back to them. He was not making anymore deliveries tonight, instead he would be watching the next show, he would later be fired, and then rehired on Friday night. As it so happens to the chicken delivery drivers every week.
“Kinda wish i ordered fried chicken now” Lacey sighed. As she checked her phone to see the confirmation again, it was finally on its way. “About damn time!” she tossed her phone back on the counter. Lacey stared into the mirror, not sure how long for when her name was called. “Lacey!” making her way over to the door Lacey was taken aback seeing a short stack. A petite pale girl, with jet black hair.. “Ooh..” Lacey couldn’t help but look the girl up and down… Seeing a prominent bulge in the girl's pants before quickly making eye contact again and raising an eyebrow. Lacey smiled, “hello you.. Haven’t seen you before” as she removed cash from her bra enough for the food counting it as the girl stuttered the total.. “I know.. Just want to make sure I give you a nice tip!” Her voice is buttery smooth. When the slime girl came over, Lacey took some cash from the slime girl’s bra, letting a pierced n****e be seen by the small girl, “Lacey!” The slime girl was caught off guard but giggled. “See you around!” Lacey smiled at the delivery girl again.
Taking the food and walking back knowing the door hadn’t closed yet. Taking their seats as a few of the girls acted like vultures stealing a few slices of pizza. One of the chicken girls swapped out a chicken leg for a slice. Lacey ate in silence, lost in her thoughts of the delivery girl.. And the delivery girls bulge.
When one of the girls mentioned something interesting, “What was that little weirdo doing here?” Lacey turned her attention to the girls chatting about the ‘weirdo’ delivery girl, when the slime girl perked up "Oh she's my neighbour.. Molly.. Millie.. Something like that.. She's harmless.. Quiet but everyone keeps to themselves..” slime girl shrugged. Lacey was intrigued, one or two names of this bulgy delivery girl lived next to slime girl. “Did you want a lift home tonight?” Lacey offered her friend kindly with a smile. Slime girl accepted thinking Lacey was being a good friend not knowing of any ulterior motives..
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Luna Vixen Hellion Captain
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Nagrom Hellion Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2025 7:12 am
Molly Chicken City Delivery Girl Molly had been nervous when she read the location but turning up to it was even more nerve racking than she had expected. The usual suspect had apparently been banned from going here, something about the girls not letting him leave. Molly couldn’t help but swerve at the thought. All these sluts getting on her hog, holding her down and making good use of her face as a seat~ ‘Oh nooo~ Don’t suck on my balls~’. Molly almost had a heart attack as the wheel hit the curb and she quickly had to refocus on the task at hand. Like holy s**t, was she trying to die! In all fairness to herself, Molly’s social anxiety disappeared almost entirely when she was alone, even driving like this, with other people on the road, was good enough to cancel it out. At work it wasn’t as bad, everyone was there for the same reason and that was enough of a connection to calm her down, she could work and complete objectives and be rewarded with money. But god forbid she had to talk to the nice girl in the apartment next to her or the people at the park, the elderly weren’t so bad and the younger kids too, but anyone even remotely in their teens and up caused her to panic.
Pulling up, the neon sign brought the thoughts of half naked women back to her mind, but she was quickly able to push those thoughts out of her mind and with a deep breath and a motivational line, acting like a weeb. She was able to get out of the car and after several swagger filled steps that permeated the air with big d**k energy, she began to recede into herself again, by the time she was at the door she was holding the bag in front of herself again and tucking her shoulders in in an attempt to go unnoticed by the world. <********. How was she going to do this, everyone was going to see her hog, she was going to get gang raped by the crazy women in here like Peter almost was! Oh no. How could she face the live streams, how coils she has taken risky pictures of herself, she's got blamed for wanting it! Oh gods. Molly was thankfully, though unfortunately for herself brought out of this stupor by a bulky man who asked her what she was doing here. It was one of the bouncers, just asking if she had a delivery to make but this was enough to shock her into action.
“Y-yes!” Molly practically shouted and for some reason saluted the man, before jogging into the building.
Heart racing, with ideas that security was going to throw her out and keep the bag and the food for themselves she made her way to the counter, the bartender was actually a life saver, recognising her attire and instantly sending her to the staff room at which point another bouncer was able to get the information out of her, even if it was Molly saying ‘Delivery for Lacey’ so quickly he didn’t quite catch it and her having to show him the phone order. Molly practically froze as the pretty blond smiled at her, she was beautiful and the way she had spoken made Molly feel like they were alone. At least for a moment before she realised she was still holding a thermal bag, she managed to stutter out the total for her, almost forgetting it had not been prepaid for.
“T-thats six-sixteen nighty-nine” she managed before the pretty woman, who was obviously Lacey, <********, thats a hot name~. Before Lacey took the money out of her bra and mentioned she knew, Molly felt so stupid, of course Lacey knew the total of her order, who ordered things without checking the price, she was a stripper not a billionaire! Molly was already blushing before she mentioned the tip, embarrassed by her blatant staring then her blatant stupidity, had she lost all her blood to her hog already! Damn it hog!
Lacey’s appearance and voice was more than enough to enrapture Molly, her cheeks were already a cherry glow before another girl came over, this one Molly actually recognised, she was her neighbor! Molly hadn’t spoken to her a lot, just taking in packages for her and the like, but now she had discovered her secret! She was a stripper! Oh no, Molly would surely be threatened later on, not that there was anything wrong with stripping of course, it's not just sluts who do it, respectable people who don't get run through on the daily do it too! She wouldn't tell anyone out of respect and because it's totally normal and not something to be ashamed of!
The fact that Lacey started groping- oh wait- OH! Lacey had grabbed more money from her and in the process showed off a pierced n****e, for the briefest moment Molly was expecting this to be the moment she was kidnapped, that the giggle would lead to them both exposing themselves to her, to holding her against the wall and violently jackhammer pounding her hog until she provided them with her special sauce. Her hog twitched as it swelled in her pants at the idea.
Though this was all in Molly’s filthy gooner mind. The very next moment, Lacey had said goodbye to her, at some point Molly had been handed the cash and the door was being closed to the girls changing room. Molly stood there for a moment in stunned silence. She had expected so much more horrific outcomes, turning she sheepishly walked through the corridor, then back out knot the main floor, she looked the club over as her hollowness began to turn to comfortability, she was the girls wrestling and her hog twitched again, making her way out of the club and back to her car she sat down, still holding the cash as she started to get a little angry now. Peter had made this sound like he was getting his c**k worked over by every girl in the club! Was she not good enough! Was her disgusting fat c**k not good enough for these, these, these Whores! Molly clenched her fist before realising she was holding cash still, looking down she stopped being angry and blinked. Looking through it, she swore. “Holy s**t!”
Molly had been over paid! She had gotten double the value of the order in the tips alone! She remembered Lacey mentioning a nice tip and gods damn, this was a very nice tip. Almost instantly Molly's mind went back to when it was just the two of them, this time in the bar, Molly in a comfortable chair as Lacey groped her through her pants, Molly currently squeezing herself through her pants, repeating her honeyed words and picturing Lacey taking the tip of her hog into her mouth as she began to rub herself there through her uniform.
Opening her eyes quickly, nope. She could not be doing that right now. A little giddy at the tip she received and quickly organising her little tupperware box to sort it so no one would know she just got given thirty bucks from a girl she would have absolutely tongue blasted for such a tip, she turned her music up, feeling like a straight G right now and made way back towards the restaurant with that vibe intact as she drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on the door, thinking she was pretty cool~.
Though she did hope Stacey didn’t mind she had seen her pierced n****e though, maybe Molly shouldn’t instantly think to mention it was a pierced n****e. Maybe just don’t bring it up, not that she minded very much at the time. Molly was not very aware of how people thought of her, she knew she wasn’t well liked and realistically had some idea she was certainly a quiet chick, but she would have died a little inside if she had heard them calling her a little weirdo, though the fact that Stella had defended her somewhat would have made her happy, the fact that Lacey was likely to do the things she had fantasised about would have blown her little gooner mind. As you can probably work out, Molly didn’t quite remember Sally’s name either.
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