Another robbery
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The cheap hotel room smelled of ozone, sex, and victory. Glitz and Glam lounged in their matching midnight silk robes, the duffel bag of stolen cash sitting open between them like a throne of green. Thirty grand. Maybe more. The news had already moved on—the fire was just another “electrical failure.” No suspects. No witnesses. The Glam Sisters were untouchable.
Glitz stretched luxuriously across the couch, silver hair spilling like liquid moonlight over the cushions. “This is the best thing that ever happened to us,” she purred, voice dripping pure narcissistic glee. “We were already goddesses. Now we’re fucking divine. Sexy bodies, super strength, lightning at our fingertips… everyone else is just ants.”
Glam reclined in the armchair, one long leg crossed over the other, electric-blue eyes half-lidded with smug satisfaction. “Mmm. I do love how superior we feel. Stronger. Hotter. Richer. The world was always beneath us. Now it literally can’t touch us.” She smirked, malice curling her black lips. “Imagine all those pathetic normals staring up at us, knowing we could crush them without breaking a sweat.”
Glam’s gaze flicked over their new forms. “Still… this daphne-blue skin, the silver hair, the glowing eyes. We’re going to stand out like neon signs. Might make blending in tricky.”
Glitz giggled, the sound bright and wicked. “Stand out? I love it. The color makes us look like living sapphires. And this hair?” She rose from the couch in one fluid motion, running her long electric-blue talons through the lush silver waves. “It’s fucking pornographic.” With a sensual roll of her shoulders she let the silk robe slide off her body like water. It pooled at her feet, revealing every inch of her transformed perfection—six feet of shredded, vascular bikini-model muscle wrapped in shimmering daphne-blue skin. Abs like armor plating, thighs thick and powerful, breasts full and gravity-defying, nipples already stiff.
She climbed onto Glam’s lap, straddling her sister with deliberate slowness. “Doesn’t this new skin make me sexy?” she whispered, voice husky. She whipped her long silver hair forward, letting it cascade over Glam’s chest. “Doesn’t this hair make you want to bury your face in it?” She leaned in until their noses touched, electric-blue eyes locking. “And these eyes… don’t they make you wet just looking at me?”
Glam’s smile turned purely sexual. “You already know the answer.” She grabbed the back of Glitz’s neck and pulled her into a kiss.
It was deep. Filthy. Endless. Tongues pushed and slid, wet sounds filling the tiny room—slick, hungry, obscene. Electricity crackled between them wherever skin met skin: tiny blue-white sparks dancing across breasts, hips, thighs. Thick, sticky, shampoo-like saliva in glowing electric blue-green dripped from the corners of their joined mouths, stretching in glistening ropes every time they briefly parted for air.
Glitz’s hands tugged Glam’s robe open, revealing her identical daphne-blue perfection. She cupped those heavy, firm breasts, thumbs circling stiff nipples. “God, they’re so hard… so fucking perfect,” she moaned between kisses, squeezing and massaging.
Glam’s hands roamed lower, gripping Glitz’s powerful hips, fingers digging into the dense muscle. The kisses grew messier, deeper, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while their bodies ground together. They were too horny to think straight—only need and power and each other.
The kiss finally broke with a wet pop. Ropes of glowing blue-green saliva stretched between their lips like live wires. Glitz slid down, tongue dragging over Glam’s neck, while her fingers slipped between her sister’s thighs. Glam’s hand mirrored the motion, two sets of electric-blue talons finding slick, needy heat at the same moment.
Moans filled the room. Hips rolled. Fingers pumped. They pleasured each other with frantic, greedy strokes—kissing, biting, gasping—until the pleasure coiled tight.
“Splurge!”
Thick ropes of glowing electric blue-green cum jetted from both of them at once, splattering their thighs and the couch cushions.
“Spluurge!”
Another powerful spurt, sticky and endless, painting their abs and breasts in glossy electric streaks.
“Spluuurge!”
The final gush was the strongest, their bodies shaking as the orgasm crashed through them.
A massive electric shockwave exploded outward from their joined bodies. Every appliance in the room fried instantly—TV popping, lamp exploding, mini-fridge sparking and dying. They didn’t notice. They were too busy moaning, riding the aftershocks.
Glitz collapsed on top of Glam, pressing wet kisses along her neck like a happy kitten. “Mmm… Glam… we should do another burglary right now,” she cooed childishly, nuzzling closer. She flexed one bicep right in front of Glam’s face, the muscle peaking hard and vascular. “Look how strong we are! We could rip any door off its hinges.” She pointed one long finger and shot a playful lightning bolt across the room that left a scorch mark on the wall. “And now most of our schemes are actually possible! We’re unstoppable!”
Glam, ever the more rational twin, tried to catch her breath. “Glitz… we still don’t fully control these powers. We don’t even understand them. And our new look—blue skin, silver hair, glowing eyes—people will remember us.”
Glitz giggled again, tracing lazy circles on Glam’s abs with a cum-slick finger. “Everyone’s used to us wearing crazy makeup and colored contacts for performances. We’ll just say it’s our new ‘electric siren’ look. Super artistic. Super hot. No one will question it.” She glanced at the overflowing duffel bag, electric blue-green drool still dripping from the corner of her mouth. “Think about it… we could rob enough tonight to ditch this shithole and move into that fancy hotel on the waterfront. Room service. Penthouse views. Real luxury.”
Glam stared at the cash, then ran one long, feminine finger through the glowing cum on her own muscular stomach. She brought it to her lips, sucked it clean with wicked, filthy pleasure, and smiled.
“Fine,” she purred. “Let’s go rob something bigger.”
What do the Glam Sisters do next?
1. They decide to break into jewelry stores—they have enough connections in the underworld to get rid of the diamonds and launder the money fast.
2. They decide to use their super strength and rob ATMs around the city—quick, messy, and ridiculously easy with their new powers.
Glitz stretched luxuriously across the couch, silver hair spilling like liquid moonlight over the cushions. “This is the best thing that ever happened to us,” she purred, voice dripping pure narcissistic glee. “We were already goddesses. Now we’re fucking divine. Sexy bodies, super strength, lightning at our fingertips… everyone else is just ants.”
Glam reclined in the armchair, one long leg crossed over the other, electric-blue eyes half-lidded with smug satisfaction. “Mmm. I do love how superior we feel. Stronger. Hotter. Richer. The world was always beneath us. Now it literally can’t touch us.” She smirked, malice curling her black lips. “Imagine all those pathetic normals staring up at us, knowing we could crush them without breaking a sweat.”
Glam’s gaze flicked over their new forms. “Still… this daphne-blue skin, the silver hair, the glowing eyes. We’re going to stand out like neon signs. Might make blending in tricky.”
Glitz giggled, the sound bright and wicked. “Stand out? I love it. The color makes us look like living sapphires. And this hair?” She rose from the couch in one fluid motion, running her long electric-blue talons through the lush silver waves. “It’s fucking pornographic.” With a sensual roll of her shoulders she let the silk robe slide off her body like water. It pooled at her feet, revealing every inch of her transformed perfection—six feet of shredded, vascular bikini-model muscle wrapped in shimmering daphne-blue skin. Abs like armor plating, thighs thick and powerful, breasts full and gravity-defying, nipples already stiff.
She climbed onto Glam’s lap, straddling her sister with deliberate slowness. “Doesn’t this new skin make me sexy?” she whispered, voice husky. She whipped her long silver hair forward, letting it cascade over Glam’s chest. “Doesn’t this hair make you want to bury your face in it?” She leaned in until their noses touched, electric-blue eyes locking. “And these eyes… don’t they make you wet just looking at me?”
Glam’s smile turned purely sexual. “You already know the answer.” She grabbed the back of Glitz’s neck and pulled her into a kiss.
It was deep. Filthy. Endless. Tongues pushed and slid, wet sounds filling the tiny room—slick, hungry, obscene. Electricity crackled between them wherever skin met skin: tiny blue-white sparks dancing across breasts, hips, thighs. Thick, sticky, shampoo-like saliva in glowing electric blue-green dripped from the corners of their joined mouths, stretching in glistening ropes every time they briefly parted for air.
Glitz’s hands tugged Glam’s robe open, revealing her identical daphne-blue perfection. She cupped those heavy, firm breasts, thumbs circling stiff nipples. “God, they’re so hard… so fucking perfect,” she moaned between kisses, squeezing and massaging.
Glam’s hands roamed lower, gripping Glitz’s powerful hips, fingers digging into the dense muscle. The kisses grew messier, deeper, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while their bodies ground together. They were too horny to think straight—only need and power and each other.
The kiss finally broke with a wet pop. Ropes of glowing blue-green saliva stretched between their lips like live wires. Glitz slid down, tongue dragging over Glam’s neck, while her fingers slipped between her sister’s thighs. Glam’s hand mirrored the motion, two sets of electric-blue talons finding slick, needy heat at the same moment.
Moans filled the room. Hips rolled. Fingers pumped. They pleasured each other with frantic, greedy strokes—kissing, biting, gasping—until the pleasure coiled tight.
“Splurge!”
Thick ropes of glowing electric blue-green cum jetted from both of them at once, splattering their thighs and the couch cushions.
“Spluurge!”
Another powerful spurt, sticky and endless, painting their abs and breasts in glossy electric streaks.
“Spluuurge!”
The final gush was the strongest, their bodies shaking as the orgasm crashed through them.
A massive electric shockwave exploded outward from their joined bodies. Every appliance in the room fried instantly—TV popping, lamp exploding, mini-fridge sparking and dying. They didn’t notice. They were too busy moaning, riding the aftershocks.
Glitz collapsed on top of Glam, pressing wet kisses along her neck like a happy kitten. “Mmm… Glam… we should do another burglary right now,” she cooed childishly, nuzzling closer. She flexed one bicep right in front of Glam’s face, the muscle peaking hard and vascular. “Look how strong we are! We could rip any door off its hinges.” She pointed one long finger and shot a playful lightning bolt across the room that left a scorch mark on the wall. “And now most of our schemes are actually possible! We’re unstoppable!”
Glam, ever the more rational twin, tried to catch her breath. “Glitz… we still don’t fully control these powers. We don’t even understand them. And our new look—blue skin, silver hair, glowing eyes—people will remember us.”
Glitz giggled again, tracing lazy circles on Glam’s abs with a cum-slick finger. “Everyone’s used to us wearing crazy makeup and colored contacts for performances. We’ll just say it’s our new ‘electric siren’ look. Super artistic. Super hot. No one will question it.” She glanced at the overflowing duffel bag, electric blue-green drool still dripping from the corner of her mouth. “Think about it… we could rob enough tonight to ditch this shithole and move into that fancy hotel on the waterfront. Room service. Penthouse views. Real luxury.”
Glam stared at the cash, then ran one long, feminine finger through the glowing cum on her own muscular stomach. She brought it to her lips, sucked it clean with wicked, filthy pleasure, and smiled.
“Fine,” she purred. “Let’s go rob something bigger.”
What do the Glam Sisters do next?
1. They decide to break into jewelry stores—they have enough connections in the underworld to get rid of the diamonds and launder the money fast.
2. They decide to use their super strength and rob ATMs around the city—quick, messy, and ridiculously easy with their new powers.
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