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While on Spring Break though, she’s completely anonymous, her Wayne last name not carrying the same weight the further from Gotham she got. The boys would always follow her around of course, hard to escape the gravitational pull of a slutty little brat beckoning them to buy her a drink for the pleasure of her company. Her latest conquest was a nice college boy, big and buff, a nice chiseled jaw like she always looked for... she smiled as they entered her beachside resort sized estate, “aren’t you coming? I doubt you’ll find a better offer than what I’m selling,” she purred confidently, flicking her hair. However, he still hesitated, his eyes flicking about as he seemed to be putting things together.
”Oh shit, you’re that Wayne chick aren’t you?” He gulped looking down at her, “you’re dating that mobster guy! The one with the fucked up face!” He looked panicked as Brenda sighed in bored frustration.
”Come on now, we were about to have some fun!” She purred lifting up her bikini top, “are you really going to let a little hang up like my boyfriend ruin our good time?” the boy remained unmoved as she started to glare, “ugh, you’re such a wimp! She turned and flicked off her top, “okay, new game... the Wayne estate has a bunch of security cameras that recorded you coming in,” she started already seeing the boy stiffen in fearful realization as she turned hands innocently behind her back, “and it’d be a shame if Big Daddy had to hunt down some twerp who got his darling princess in a compromising position...” she wiggled her hips.
”I-I didn’t do anything!” The boy pleaded sweat glistening on his brow.
”Oh I’m sure Big Daddy will listen... he’s very understanding with boys her touch his toys,” she grabbed and bounced her tits mockingly, “especially when his little Princess is upset...” she frowned, “ or...” she smiled and turned, “or maybe, you do as I say through the weekend, play some of my games, help me not be so bored... then maybe I erase all those naughty videos of you following me up to the beach house... what do you say?” The rich bitch was a dangerous manipulator, her sense of morality corrupted some time ago... maybe it was her parents who were never around... maybe it was the city’s general fall to chaos... or maybe... maybe she was always meant to be this way... fate was a difficult thing to unwind and stitch together... these thoughts were pretty far from her focus as her new toy followed her obediently to the master bedroom. Big Daddy always said she had a knack for the business... maybe she’d take him up on his offer to join his crew after she graduated.