Superbabes: Special Delivery Service

I don't own DC

Circe had a long day, but one of the better parts of it was going to be tomorrow. No Superbabes, no Hospital. She had the entire day off, and even better, it was Saturday. Saturday always feels better when you have the day off.

Her hospital shift was over, her sexy body was tired, and her mouth opened wide in a broad yawn. "BWaaah." To be perfectly honest, she was a little disappointed that she didn't have any work. But the hospital wouldn't give her extra hours, and she didn't want Orders to give her another lecture about 'labor laws'. So she got the day off. She'll probably hang out with Candy Jane until she has to go to work.

"Nuh-uh. NO way." She blinked around the changing room as Cleo, another nurse in training like her, marched away from their supervisor. "He is NOT worth the extra credit. OR the paycheck. He's rude, he's uncooperative, AND he's handsy. I'm not going back."

"Cleo, we are obligated by the city to check in on him until his prosthetics arrive." That was Bailey, their supervisor, an older woman who's been a professional nurse for a long time. "We only have to do this just for one more week before he gets them."

"Well, I'm not doing it!" Cleo said frankly, looking and feeling far more spoiled valley girl blonde than normal. "I would rather spend my Saturday cleaning out the third-floor bedpans by hand!" Considering the third floor tended to house incontinent patients… that was a lot of hand cleaning. "Sign me up for that!" she pointed at the clipboard as Bailey sighed.

"...What if I said do it or you're fired?" Bailey asked as Cleo scoffed.

"Then fire me! I'll find another hospital!"

"That bad, huh?" Circe said, interrupting the conversation, at seeing an opportunity not only for extra credit but also a paycheck. "What's the issue?"

Bailey hesitated, but she sighed again, now ignoring Cleo, who was more than happy to call her bluff at getting fired. Gotham Hospitals were always looking for nurses… It's a lucrative business opportunity if you are willing to risk working in a Gotham Hospital. "We have a troublesome patient that we discharged a few weeks ago," said Bailey. "A victim of a mob shooting and caught in the crossfire. He lost both his legs and has been bedridden until his prosthetics could be prepared. Lives alone, has insurance… but refused to remain in the hospital."

"...So what's the issue?"

"The guy is an asshole," Cleo said coldly, as Bailey sighed. "He's done nothing but take out his anger at us." Cleo was actually a nice girl and had good bedside manner, so this guy must be a real dick. "If he wants to be left alone, I say leave him!"

"We CAN'T…" Bailey said, "His family are old money, and big donors to the hospital-"

"Then THEY can hire private nurses!" Cleo replied.

"They are trying… but they're very picky." Bailey mumbled, "Once he gets his prosthetics, we don't have to worry about him unless he walks through the front doors." Bailey said, "Until then, we need to check in on him."

"I'll do it," Circe said as they looked at her. "What? Just a standard check-up up right?" she said.

"...Well. Yes."

"And I get extra credit and a paycheck?"

"Not worth it." Cleo said warningly.

"Yes." Bailey ignored Cleo and answered Circe. Circe smiled prettily, which would distract anyone from noticing her teal eyes sparkling greedily.

"Then I'll do it. Standard checkup, right?"

"Yes. But you also have to get him to sign a document that confirms that you did." Bailey replied hesitantly, and Cleo chimed in again with an air of a woman trying to be genuinely helpful… to Circe and anyone about to be trapped by this particular task.

"He REFUSED to sign it for me until long after the sun went down! I had to stay there all day," she said, "He turned something that should've been a couple of hours into a hostage situation!"

…Well, no offense to Cleo, but Circe had her ways.

"I'll be fine. I'll do it. Give me everything." Circe said as Bailey looked her over, then sighed. If she couldn't find anyone, and for the record, Cleo was her 6th attempt at doing so, she'd have to do it herself. But Circe was volunteering: Overtime pay aside, she'd take a volunteer over a press-ganged employee any day.

"Alright. Fine. Come with me, I'll give you the address and the documents. Go sometime between morning and the afternoon, he might not be as… uncooperative."

"Great," Circe replied, brushing her purple hair out of her face with a pretty Superbabe smile and following Bailey to the main office.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Cleo said sarcastically, scoffing at Circe's blasé attitude towards the nightmare patient.

Time: 10:34 AM. Place: Gotham Square (Grissom apartment building)

Like previously mentioned, Circe had ways and means… first and foremost. She didn't go dressed as a nurse… She was wearing a green, golden-lined, halter top that was more like a big bib then an actual top, held onto her voluptuous body by skimpy strings… along with a short matching green and gold skirt, golden disk earrings and finally green 'fuck me' heels. She had tied her dyed purple hair out of her beautiful face as she parked her jalopy in the nearby lot. Holding a folder full of medical information under her arm, she casually walked to the front door…

Walked past it because it led into the museum, the Grissom apartments were built over, and towards a small buzz-in keypad. She chucked the notes again and with a small smile, buzzed in the number.

It rang several times before, and finally, a voice echoed out of the speaker. "Fuck off." then hung up. She paused, rolled her eyes, then buzzed in again. Waited for several rings, then. "FUCK! OFF!" he ordered and hung up. She stared at it for a second, then dialed a third time. It was picked up immediately. "No speaky English?! FUCK OFF!"

"Open the door or I'll call the building manager and have him do it for me," Circe replied calmly as she FELT him scowling on the other end.

"...You can't do that."

"I can if I say it's a medical emergency," she said calmly. "Which I will," she added, "And then we'll both probably be in trouble." her probably more than him, to be fair, but she'll see if he calls her bluff. "Just buzz me in. I'll come up. You sign these documents saying I did something, then I'll leave. In and out in ten."

There was a long palpable silence, which was still better than him swearing at her and abruptly hanging up. With her hand on the door, she waited for just a few moments more when the door buzzed and she pulled it open, heading straight inside to the elevators and to the 37th floor.

There were only a handful of apartments on each floor, and she casually strutted down the hallway to his. She then raised her fist and knocked politely, but there was no response, reaching for the knob she twisted and it opened: It was in the notes that it would be, the building was secure, and his generous family owned the entire floor. "Hello," she said casually, already entering the luxurious apartment. There was no response to her announcement, so she went further in looking for him.

She finally found him in a guest room, lying on a large bed with numerous expensive medical equipment beside him. Like a heart monitor, or an IV drip, both of which were not in use… He was probably once 6 feet tall, but now he was missing about two feet of it at the knees, he had short cut dirty blonde hair, and used to have smooth skin, but the left side of his face now had a bullet wound in his cheek…

"LeJon Franks?" she asked sweetly. He didn't even look at her when he answered.

"See any other crippled fucks?" he snapped watching football on TV.

"Great," Circe said, ignoring him as she entered, putting the folder down, opening it up, and filling out. "Birthday?"

"December 20th of go fuck yourself." he replied spitefully.

"Go fuck yourself…" she repeated lazily, putting in his actual birthday. "Good year," she said sarcastically, "Any pain?"

"Yeah I got one in my ass." he snapped angrily, "Fuck off already-" he turned to look at her, finally, and froze gazing at all the skin and curves she was showing off as she continued filling out the documents. "...You're a fucking nurse?!" he said suspiciously as she blinked at him.

"Yep," she replied, "Lucky you. I'm the only one who volunteered for this," she said, looking at him. He was only wearing boxers, and lower than that, bandages around his leg stumps. There was a nearby wheelchair that only seemed to be used to go to and from the bathroom… and an absurd amount of empty snack bags and soda cans spread out as if he hurled them as far as he could once he was done. "When was the last time those were changed?" she asked, gesturing to his bandages as she grimaced spitefully. Getting his asshole mood back…

"Yesterday, about half-past go fuck yourself," he said as she nodded.

"So not long ago. Good. When was the last time you got out of bed? Any bedsores? Have you been taking your medication?" She then swayed her head slightly as he THREW a bottle of pills at her. "Sounds like you have." she said, unaffected as he snarled.

"Fuck OFF already!" he snapped as she held the document, tapping the bottom line.

"Sign here and I'll leave," she said, as he frowned at her. She slapped the document by his bedside with a pencil before turning around and bending over, showing off her ass in her skirt as she picked up his pills. "While you're at it, why don't you give me a 5-star rating?" she said as he glowered at her. "Also, when was the last time you ate something that didn't come in a bag?" she gestured to the snacks.

"Just fuck off already." he mumbled, going back to watching his big screen TV as she looked at the document… not only did he sign it 'fuck you' but he also gave her a big '0' on her rating. She eyed him, hands on her hips, sternly as she looked him up and down.

"I can't fuck off until you sign it properly."

"Well I'm not going to FUCKING sign it!" he snapped angrily at her, "Fuck off and leave me alone!"

"Well you're a dumb FUCK aren't you?" she replied casually as he slowly turned his head to her.

"...I lost my legs in a drive-by," he said spitefully. To be fair, to be bitter and angry is perfectly reasonable reaction, but he was so pissed and angry that everything was going in a vicious cycle.

"I didn't shoot you. And neither did the hospital that saved your life." she said calmly and, admittedly, a little harshly, "You don't want me here? Sign the-" he threw the documents and the pencil across the room. Childishly raging at ANYTHING he could now, as she sighed, placidly staring at him as he roared at her.

"Listen, you empty-headed BIMBO! I'm not going to fucking make this ANY easier for you assholes! Piss off and leave me alone! I don't-"

"I will suck your cock if you cooperate," she said bluntly and knowingly.

…

…

…

"...What?" LeJon stared at her after a long, stunned silence between them, his rage seemingly dissipating as he processed what she had said to him.

"Did the bullets go through your ears?" Circe replied sassily, "I SAID… and read my lips. I. WILL. SUCK… YOUR. COOOOOOCK." she pointed to her ruby red dick sucking lips, opening them slightly as she elongated the last, tantalizing word by extending her tongue and sliding it over her seductive lips. "What's hard to understand about that? Except maybe your dick," she replied simply, hands on her hips as his face twitched and stared at her in confusion.

"...You're fucking serious?" he finally said and she scoffed.

"You start behaving, sign the documents, and stop giving the nurses SHIT." she said firmly, "And I'll suck your cock, and more," she replied, completely serious. "I have other shit to do today, I'd rather just suck and fuck you until you're compliant," she added with a knowing smile, her big breasts wobbling in her halter top as she gave her torso a subtle jiggle.

"You're fucking serious?!" he repeated as she rolled her eyes and promptly pulled her top off. Her big breasts wobbling free as she stood topless, his eyes lowered to her chest to stare at them.

"So we have a deal then?" she eyed his crotch, "Yeah we have a deal." she said, moving up to him again and running her hand over the bulge calmly, sultrily gazing at him as her hand kept rubbing his cock over the boxers. "...I figured you'd need a good massage to relax, you are very tensed up…"

"Fuck you." LeJon growled as her hand slid into his boxers, grabbing his cock directly as she rested her tits on his left thigh. He hissed softly, moaning, he felt the first touch of a woman since who knows when.

"That doesn't sound like a guy who's going to keep his end of the bargain and stops treating his nurses like shit." Her hand began sliding up and down his shaft in his boxers, her thumb rubbing and caressing his dick as it grew harder and harder in her grip. "More importantly that doesn't sound like a guy who wants his cock SUCKED." she added as he bucked his hips against her hand. She took her other hand, sliding it into the slit of his boxers and fondling his sack. Her hands were jerking and caressing, "You let me know when that guy gets here, I'd love to suck his cock." she said silkly as LeJon snarled at her 'surprisingly' good hand work. "Want me to suck that cock yet?" she said, in a tantalizing voice barely above a whisper as he snarled.

"...YES." he finally hissed, her hands still rubbing his girth and fondling his balls.

"Yes… what?" she said absently, still working her hands as clawed at the bedding, squirming under her hands.

"Yes. I want you to suck my cock." he said, spitting the last word at her as she chuckled.

"...How about a please?" she replied before adjusting his shaft out of his pants through the front slit, pulling her hands out, rubbing at his quivering member.

"PLEASE suck my cock." he replied looking increasingly annoyed and stressed. He still did as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his tip, resting her hands on his thigh and stomach as she bobbed her head up and down steadily. "Uuugh. God damn it." He gripped the bed tightly for a minute as her head kept bobbing up and down,

"Mmn! Mmmn…" her pretty teal eyes gazed up at him as her purple hair brushed around her face she took her hand off his stomach to move it away, "Mmn! mMn…" her lips stroking his cock faster and faster. "Mmgh! Mmn…" She wiggled her curvy ass behind her as he ground his teeth together. He reached out with his right hand and tightly grabbed the back of her hair. Hissing through his teeth as he pulled her head up and down easily. He pushed her down to the base, her lips slipping into his underwear as she gazed up at him. Holding herself in place as she let her tongue door the work, massaging his cock with her talented lips. LeJon growled, pulling her head up and down again as she slurped loudly. "...If all my fucking nurses sucked dick like you do…" he growled, and she buried her face into his crotch agian, watching and waiting for him to finish but he said nothing. "Don't Stop!" he growled, jerking her head up and down again as she slurped, running her tongue along his shaft as her lips pressed into his underwear. "Ugh!"

"Mmn! Mmn! Mmn!" twisting her head even as he grabbed onto her hair with both hands, bouncing up and down on his cock, her lips pressing to the base over and over.

"I'm gonna! I'm cumming!" he growled, throwing her face up and down into his lap as she stared at him knowingly, keeping her lips tight and her tongue writhing up and down as she feeling his girth twitching, "Ugh! Get down on it!" he pushed her head onto his cock. '"Down on it!! Ngh! UUGH!!" his body jerking up and down as he bucked his hips against her face but her eyes didn't even water as she held his waist.

"Mmgh! Mmn…" flicking her tongue on his pulsating cock as he shoot a huge load into her mouth filling it up.

"God… DAMN IT." he growled out, throwing his hips against her face. "Ugh… ha… ha…"

"Mmmn…" she twisted her head then slowly slid off his cock. "Mmmn." Her lips puckered tightly together as she opened her mouth. "Haah…" showing his load before abruptly closing her mouth and swinging herself up "MMn." she brushed her purple hair out of the way and strutted around his bed, past his wheelchair and into his bathroom as his cock twitched watching her ass.

"The hell are you going?" he snapped as she got into his bathroom, bent over the sink and spat out his cum. Rinsing out her mouth with water. Just because she sucked dick professionally didn't mean she felt like swallowing his cum. She then walked back out of the bathroom and eyed him half-naked.

"When was the last time you bathed?" she asked casually. LeJon didn't answer as she stared at him. "...So an embarrassingly long time."

"Fuck you," he replied though not as spitefully as before, more like embarrassed to be caught in a lie. He then looked away for a moment as she removed her skirt, kicking it aside, and removed her underwear, approaching him. "...The hell?" he said, gazing at her bare crotch as she tossed her purple hair and grabbed at him. "Hey! Fuck off!"

"Time for a bath," she said as he tried to slap her hands away, but she pushed her big breasts against him, and he stopped fighting so hard.

"You need a bath. I'm going to wash you," she said frankly, "And I feel it would be easier just to get into the shower with you.

"Fuck off!" he replied as she smiled at him.

"One-Two-" she said before hauling him off the bed and onto the wheelchair. "Three," he stared at her, then at the bed. Then her again

"You're stronger then you fucking look." he growled but she shrugged.

"You'd be surprised how often I need to work out," she replied knowingly as he blinked at her… it wasn't like she was jacked like Rebecca or Xue, but she did have no body fat on her… well except fer her tits and ass of course. "Alright. Shower then," she said as he remembered that he didn't want to…

"What the fuck?!" he replied, as he pushed him to the shower. She had a feeling that until his accident, this wasn't his original residence, as the shower was big enough for the wheelchair to fit into easily. She wheeled him in, then rested him against the wall. "Take me back to my bed now Bitch!"

"Wow, you reverted quickly, didn't even try to behave after I let you nut in my mouth." she said as he glowered at her. They stared at each other in passive-aggressive silence before he finally snarled out.

"Take me back to my bed, PLEASE… Bitch."

"Better. We'll work on it," she said, before slapping the arms of the wheelchair. "Yourself up, please."

"What are you fucking kidding?" he snapped as she stared at him patiently.

"You want to wash in your boxers that's fine with me," she said as he sucked in air through clenched teeth. Then he put his hands on the arms and pushed himself up. She then grabbed his boxers and tugged them off. He immediately dropped back onto the chair, crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest as she then knelt down and began removing his bandages.

"H-hey!?" he tried to stop her again, only for her to easily slap his hands away.

"We need to take these off, they need to be changed anyway," she said, "You can grab onto my hair if you want. I'm used to it," she teased as he gritted his teeth, but didn't resist as she unwrapped his bandages. "...You're healing well, she said, but didn't answer her. She rubbed his thighs. "If you're a good boy, then you get rewarded."

"I'm not a fucking pet." he snapped but she tossed out the old bandages and leaned forward, her breasts lightly rubbing his cock between them as she looked him in the eye.

"I wasn't saying you were. I was making a point," she said, letting her tits hold it between them for a moment before standing up. "Good boys get rewarded…" she repeated softly, as if she wanted him to be the only one who heard it. "...Are you going to be a good boy?"

LeJon said nothing; he seemed incredibly conflicted. On the one hand, he really wanted to curse and swear at her. On the other hand… she sucked a MEAN dick… and another round of that was good, but he wondered if 'good behavior' would make it even better. Circe just gazed into his eyes, smirking softly as she then stood up straighter and fiddled with the shower. Turning on the wand and testing the heat… LeJon took the opportunity to thoroughly stare at her naked ass.

Once it was warm enough, she raised the shower wand over her head and quickly soaked herself down, humming softly as she did the patented 'Superbabe Shower thing', twisting and turning under the water as he watched her silkily 'dance' under the water. Naturally, his body reacted at the sight with his growing erection… he squirmed in his waterproof wheelchair pressed against the wall as she soaked herself down…

"...Aren't I suppose to get a sponge bath," she asked as she then smirked at him, her body thoroughly soaking wet as she looked for soap… she grabbed the bar of it, not used, and a bit out of his reach which might have contributed to his lack of shower. She rested the wand on its hook before taking the bar and dabbing it with water. Then slipped it between her breasts…

"MMn-hmmn. I was just getting to that." she rubbed and scrubbed her cleavage… she wasn't going to give out champion class titfucks with them anytime soon, and she certainly wasn't going to win any 'Biggest tits in the shop' contests… but she knew how to HANDLE them. In and out, the soap slipped and slid between them, popping up and down as he stared at her chest. Unable to look away as she tit-fucked his soap bar, lathering up her breasts until a thick coating of suds covered her chest. She then released her breasts and caught the soap bare with her hand in one quick move. Tossing it casually back onto the holder as she took the wand, spraying him down lightly before pressing her body to his.

Her soft chest rubbing and scrubbing his body down, feeling him brushing against her body with his shaft as she gyrated and rubbed on him… "MMMn…" she moaned softly as he squirmed, his cock twitching erectly as he clearly enjoyed the contact. "I think I need to change it up a little." she pushed upright, turning around and shaking her hips, before resting her hands on his arms, pinning them to the arms of the chair as she began shaking her ass on him, grinding and rubbing on his cock with her increasingly soapy ass cheeks as he snarled.

"NNgh!!" rubbing her body up against him in a sensual but firmly scrubbing lap dance as she smirked to herself. Then she put her full weight on him. "Uuuugh…" She leaned back, making sure she wasn't putting too much weight on his legs as she let his arms go. They leapt from the armchair and grabbed onto her soapy chest.

"MMn…" she moaned softly, knowingly looking at him over her shoulder as he squeezed at her chest. "I take it you like how I give sponge baths?" she said softly as he grumpily didn't answer. She smiled and abruptly stood up.

"If I say yes, will you keep going?" he grumbled as she tossed her wet hair and turned around, completely serious.

"I'm not done, I have to get your back. Sit forward," she said as he blinked at her, but shuffled forward as she then, maybe a little awkwardly, rubbed her chest on his back, reaching around him and rubbing at his chest as he fidgeted. "...Got to do it right after all." Her hands sliding down to his cock and, carefully, stroking him as he hissed softly, her fingers danced on his cock as her breasts squeezed and rubbed soap onto his back. "Don't make a mess already after I just cleaned you up," she whispered in his ear as he squirmed, feeling his cock pulsating in her hands.

Hissing through his teeth, pre-cum oozing out of his cock he squirmed helplessly on the chair as she chuckled and, thoroughly satisfied with 'scrubbing' his back pull away. "Ooh." Shooting upright, she grabbed the wand from the wall again and rinsed him down.

"Fuck!?" he blubbered under the sudden water. "Fucking DAMN it." he cursed as she hummed to herself and washed him down, he tried to avoid the water on his face but she obviously got that too. The soap rinsed away from the wheelchair, rushing down the drain… "Ugh!" She pushed him back against the chair, now free of soap, she hooked the wand on the wheelchair, kneeling down in front of him once again, and opened her mouth. "Fuck…" he groawled as she spread his thighs and took him back into her mouth.

"Mmn! Mmn!" sucking on his much cleaner cock as he leaned back, eyes rolling up in his head as he relaxed on the chair and once again grabbed a fistful of her, now wet, purple hair. Bobbing her head up and down again, practically throwing it over and over into his crotch, running her tongue on his shaft once again, rapidly pushing all the right buttons with her lips, tongue, eyes… gazing up at him as she tasted his pre-cum on her flicking tongue.

"Ugh! Haah! UGH…" grunting as he bucked his hips towards her face, her hands rubbing his chest as he held on tightly to the chair. "Fuck FUCK…FUCK!" he snarled as she pulled her lips up his shaft like she was yanking a rip cord and tugged out another thick rope of cum, broaching the damn she sucked out the rest before turning her head and spitting towards the drain of the shower. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and stood up again. LeJon breathed heavily as she washed her hands under the shower water, then rested a hand on his shoulder… before leaning towards his ear.

"...Now. Isn't that a lot better?" She whispered sensually as he took a breath.

LeJon tried. He tried really, REALLY hard to be pissed off… but he just got rubbed down by a fucking gorgous nurse, and his dick sucked by her twice in an hour. He was trying SO HARD… But all that happened was he got hard again.

"Still got a bit of swelling there…" she said, before switching the wheelocks on. "...Want me to massage that?" she asked as his cock twitched excitedly, he glowered as her as she slid onto the wheelchair, stradling his lap and rubbing his shaft against her crotch. "I can rub it until it goes down…" she whispered, pushing her tits against his chest and rubbing them on it.

Wordlessly, LeJon grabbed her waist, and pulled her slick pussy onto his twitching cock. "MMmn…" she moaned knowingly right in his face before raising her hips up and dropping them down on him over and over, swinging her ass in a circular motion as it jumped up into the air only to crash back down again. "MMn-hhmmn…" she wormed, gyrated, and rolled her hips on his body as he bucked up beneath her, squirming as the wheelchair creaked and the water sprayed onto their bodies. "Haah. Ahh! Ahh!" she kept bouncing on his lap, aching her back as his hands moved to her chest, squeezing and flicking at her nipples as she tossed her hair, sending flecks of water everywhere like a windmill. "Oooh!"

Her head rolling back on her neck he held tightly to her tits, pulling her down faster and faster on his cock, roaring his frustration and his release as she suddenly pulled off his cock. "FUCK!!" gasping as she grabbed it and leaning back quickly stroked him, "NNGH!!" he shot hot ropes across her toned stomach as she smirked, rubbing his spurting shaft against her quivering folds with her hand. He held tightly to her breast, squeezing and rubbing them as she pushed into his hands, smirking at him smugly.

"SO. Feeling better after I helped massage out that stress?" she said lazily as he frowned at her.

"...Do it again."

"OH… do it again he says…" she said sarcastically, getting up and turning around, shaking her ass at him almost mockingly. "After you made a mess all over me." she kept shaking her ass like she was trying to shake it dry, before dropping it back onto his lap, catching his cock between her ass cheeks and stroking it subtly before quickly shooting back up again and shaking it in his face, reaching between her legs she grabbed his cock, before dropping down and sliding him in.

"UUugh!" she rested her hands on her knees as he put his on her ass. "FUCK! ME!" he growled viciously as she went up and down again. He ass clapping on his lap as she rode him. Wetly smacking him again and again as he continued growling, his cock pulsating eagerly inside her. She smirked smugly over her shoulder at him, swinging her hips up and down. "Ngh! UGH!!" he squeezed her ass cheeks as they kept bouncing on him, before reaching up, grabbing her purple hair and yanking.

"Ah!"

"Come on! Harder! I want to feel it!" he snarled angrily, "I can still fuck a hot piece of ass like you!" he snapped, throwing himself at her body as her ass cheeks bounced against her hips. "A slut like you! Cumming on a crippled dick!"

"Haah! AH! Ahhh!!" she howled, shaking and grinding back against him, moaning encouragingly as she tensed up under him.

"CUM! CUM ON MY FUCKING DICK!!" he roared, angrily slamming into her as she squealed, bouncing her ass against him, "Get down! Get down!!" he roared as she yanked off of him, dropping to her knees and spinning around as he pushed himself up with one hand and held his quivering cock with the other. "ARRGH!!" her ass wiggled as her pussy dribbled arousal into the water, opening her mouth and moaning as rope after rope shot across her face and lips. He roared with seemingly impotent rage as he flicked his load out and flopped back into the chair as she leaned forward, and sucked loudly on his tip.

"MWAH…" he breathed heavily as he went limp and she, wordlessly, got off the floor, turned around… and started washing herself off again.

Neither of them said anything, LeJon went abnormally quiet… barely even looking at her but complying with her drying his body and wheelchair off. She eventually wheeled him back onto his bed, redressing his legs with bandages. Checking his pulse, blood pressure, and his temperature… LeJon continued saying nothing, but she did her nurse job after doing her Superbabe one. She combed her hair with her fingers as she finished, covering his lower body with his blanket before redressing herself.

"Sign please," she said, picking up the folder and holding the document and a pen to him as he sighed loudly, looking at her.

"...Who the fuck even are you?"

"I'm a nurse," she said calmly.

"...Nurses don't do what we did," he declared firmly as she smirked.

"I'm not a nurse ALL the time," she replied knowingly, "Sign please," she repeated, sternly but calmly. "And if you behave yourself, who knows? Might get a nurse like me again."

LeJon's nostrils flared, but he took the document and signed at the bottom. She smiled, closed it up, and put it aside, handing him his medication. "Make sure you take those until they're gone," she added, before staring at him. "And our hospital has very good mental health professionals that you might consider speaking to." LeJon just scowled, but said nothing, "...I know one too… who's a bit more… like me. When it comes to dealing with troublesome patients." Granted if he did become Kathy's patient… once she was officially a therapist, she MIGHT not fuck him. LeJon fidgeted, "See you around," she added, turning around and waving, heading out of the apartment, leaving him quietly watching her go… she made it outside, looking at the documents and smirking at the 5-star rating he gave her.

"...Heh." She chuckled, snapping the folder shut. Heading out of the building and back to her car.

Time: 1:56 AM. Place: Superbabe Apartment Building. (Candy Jane's apartment)

Knock-Knock

'Candy' Jane got up from her couch and headed to her door, opening it up. "Hello, Phoebe."

"Hey Jane…" Phoebe yawned and wiggled inside. "Sorry, I'm late. I had to deal with a troublesome home patient."

"Oh, that's alright," Jane said as Phoebe promptly dropped onto Jane's couch.

"Then I had to drop off some documents back at the hospital," she added, "Buuuuuut." She then produced a paycheck. "I got a BO-NUUUS." she sang cheerfully as Jane smiled, "Dealing with the poor guy."

"That's good." Jane said, "How much did you get?"

"...About enough to cover half a delivery," Phoebe replied as Jane gave her a polite smile.

"...Well, that's nice." Phoebe just shrugged and slid the check in between her tits and just let it stay there for a bit. Sure, being a 'delivery girl' paid more… but she has been trying to be a nurse forever, and you don't get into that for the money… though being a Superbabe tended to bleed into other parts of her life… speaking of.

"...And I kind of…banged him," she added tiredly as Jane coughed, trying not to laugh.

"I don't think you should do that as a nurse."

"Well, he's a nightmare patient, so I think I'll be fine."She shrugged, "Worst case is I'll have to bang him again."

"Pretty sure the worst case is you get fired," Jane replied. Phoebe gave her such a look, but Jane only shrugged.

"Well, if that happens, I definitely won't be banging him again," Phoebe replied in a blasé manner.

"True." Jane got back up, "Want a snack?"

"YES," Phoebe said as Jane went to her kitchen. "I haven't eaten anything all day. Not even cum." she noted as Jane pulled out a pizza box.

"...It's pretty silly that we have to specify that," she said, putting the cold pizza in front of her, and Phoebe quickly took a slice.

"He didn't deserve a swallow. And they're clearly not paying me enough to do it." Phoebe replied with a chuckle that Jane joined in with. "So. How was your day?"

"Oh my friend Raphael spent the night after he uh…" she paused, "...well he and his friend Casey did a little late street cleaning last night and he needed a place to crash. Also, he needed to get bandaged up, shame she had to keep them a secret from Pheobe, she would've done a much better job as a part-time nurse. 

"Oooh, a 'friend' huh?" Phoebe teased as Jane giggled.

"Not like that… besides." She took a piece of pizza out of the box as she heard her window silently close in her bedroom. "He prefers furrier girls…"

"Can't you shapeshift into one?"

"It's not the same!" Jane replied indignantly as she and Phoebe had their fun.

End

Hold the Superbabes phone, this isn't the sexual shenanigans of Veronica! This is the Naughty Nurse play of Phoebe!... I know. But what can I say I was more inspired to write this while I had a bit of a downtime with comms. Next time will be Starfire, promise, I have an idea I just need to sit down and DO it.