Wonder Woman and Lady Ice have been catapulted through the lead
slate roof of the super high brow, luxury brothel, The Velvet Clam.
Landing with a whump on a bed, the stunned super heroines have no idea who they are except what has been impressed on to their muzzy, confused brains. When she regains consciousness Wonder Woman will believe she is a high priced lady of the night. Lady Ice
who just came to a few minutes ago, as she lay on top of the Amazon Princess has the imposed thought that she and
WW were sexually entertaining a cadre of multimillionaires and they were quadruple
teamed and passed out cold after dozens of orgasms. She is anxiously trying to bring her KOed companion to, thinking they have more "clients" waiting and the Madam will be furious if she is found sleeping.
They will be active
employees of the (legal) brothel until the whisking drug they were
injected with by Dr. Desire wears off, in about two weeks. By that time, rock stars, movie stars, major sports figure, billionaires, politicians and under world figures by the score will have tasted the most sensual, personal delights, enthusiastically offered by the two super heroines, until they both regain their senses. Ain't I a stinker.
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