A/N I own nothing, all characters belong to DC and Warner Bros.

A/N Again, more adult-like humor in this. Really nothing too bad, but just a little warning. Also, a few references might fly by you. Ever see the music video for 'Sexy and I know it'? A particular dance might not make sense if you don't, though it's pretty self explanatory.

Thank you all for the feedback:D

While Oliver and his group of friends were living it up in a strip club on the east side, a frazzled Dinah Lance was frantically walking with Zatanna towards the location of her own party.

"I have to say Dinah, I'm a little disappointed." Zatanna said absently as they walked up towards the building. "I always thought you were so smart, but if you forgot your own party..."

"Shut up, Houdini." Dinah snipped, "We're here, alright. Now leave me alone."

"I was just teasing Dinah, yeesh."

"Yeah, well, still." The blonde frowned as they approached an attractive man in leather standing in front of a desk. "Excuse me?"

He held up a finger and continued his conversation on the phone, "I know Josh is being used by the Kardashians but we need another performer tonight!"

"I'm a performer." Zee piped up helpfully, always willing to help someone out.

The concierge raised an eyebrow. "You're a stripper?"

"What? No! Do I look like a stripper?"

"Yes."

"And you were teasing me." Dinah snorted.

"Oh, are you two are imported duo?"

"What?"

"You know, the lesbian couple we ordered to entertain the males who use this place?" He clarified as he looked them over.

Dinah's eyes widened. "No, we are most certainly not! Like I could ever like Zatanna!"

"Gee, thanks." Zee muttered, not liking her tone.

"Are you sure? You look like lesbians."

"Hey!"

"I'm just saying."

"We have a reservation here under the name 'Queen'." Dinah explained, wanting this conversation to end as soon as possible.

"I'm confused, why do I look like a lesbian?" Zee frowned, "I'm into men. Maybe that's why I don't get asked out a lot. Shit, Dinah, do men think I'm gay?"

"How should I know?" She asked as they were led to their table where Helena, Mari, Diana, Fire, and surprisingly Kara Kent were seated and chatting.

"So anyways I had Q on top of me and was getting it pretty damn good." Helena told the other women as Zee and Dinah approached the table. "So were going at it and he's pounding into me when all the sudden he stops. 'Helen', he says out of nowhere, 'you wouldn't happen to be on the pill, would you? Because I'm not wearing a condom.' I swear to God."

She paused her story and shook her head as the other women laughed. "I was ready to strangle him. I mean he had to tell me that right before we finished? Ugh."

"Do I look like a lesbian?" Zee asked as she sat down. "Because I'm not."

"Of course not." Mari assured her.

"Yeah. I mean at least not one of the bulky, masculine kinds." Kara added.

"Ves, you look straight." Fire nodded.

"Besides," The young blond continued, "if anyone here is a lesbian it's Diana."

The Amazon princess looked up at them in disbelief. "What?"

"She has a point." Helena shrugged, "Face it, Diana, you come from a society of only woman, you constantly preach about how awful men are, you're a complete feminist, and you never go on dates."

"You do give out a vibe." Admitted Zee.

"I am most certainly not a lesbian!" Diana cried, "How could anyone ever think that?"

"Well...you do have those shoulders." Kara pointed out.

"What's wrong with my shoulders?"

"They're just so...manly."

"Manly?"

"Yeah, manly."

"They are not!"

"Look, you are literally the most beautiful on the planet and have boobs like cantaloupes. Who cares if you have manly shoulders?" Dinah asked in exasperation.

"Seriously." Kara agreed. "Hey Dinah, can we give you your cake now? Helena showed it to me and I think you're really going to like it." A small smirk played across her lips, "It's huge."

For some reason this caused a snicker to arise from Helena, Mari, and Beatriz as Diana, Dinah, and Zatanna cast each other confused glances. Dinah decided not to comment on it and simply shrug it off. Tonight was her last night of freedom and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Diana instantly straightened up. She didn't know what Kara had implied, but knowing the youngest of the Kent family it couldn't be good. Bruce had sent her here to supervise tonight (not that she simply went because Bruce told her to. She was an Amazon, that went against her code.) and make sure Dinah didn't do anything she would regret while he did the same for Ollie. Nothing wrong would go down on the Amazonian princess's watch.

"I guess so." Dinah shrugged, "Is it yellow cake?"

The reason for the women's laughter once again went unknown to Dinah. The blonde woman self-consciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as a part of her wondered if it had something to do with her and her hair color.

"N-No, we didn't want to get a yellow cake." Helena gasped, "We wanted it to be big after all."

"You know what they say about yellow things." Added Mari with a grin.

Another round of laughter erupted.

They were laughing at her hair! Those bitches! Trying to remain calm Dinah politely said, "Enough with the jokes, okay? Let's just eat the stupid cake."

"It's not stupid." Helena huffed defensively, "It actually cost me a lot of money, you know."

Dinah raised a skeptical eyebrow. "It cost you a lot of money?"

"Okay, technically it was Ollie's money. But it's the thought that counts!"

"Then I thought of it too!" Kara said quickly.

"I hope not." Mari frowned, "I'd hate to hear what Clark would have to say if he heard this was your idea."

"Um, on second thought maybe it wasn't my idea."

"Who cares?" Dinah asked, "It's just a cake."

But as the three women -well, two women and an older teenager- shared a secretive mischievous smile, she began to wonder if it was really just a simple cake at all.

Dinah stared at the cake in disbelief. "It's..."

"-A cake shaped and decorated like a penis." Helena finished for her proudly. "I picked it out myself."

And it was indeed a cake made to look like a penis, and an erect one at that. The dick itself was made up of the actual cake and was somehow crafted to stand up like, well, a boner. To complete the effect two other smaller, circular cakes were placed at the top on both sides giving it a realistic effect. But the crowning part (and Helena's personal favorite) was the white icing appearing to squirt from the top and lazily drip down the sides. All in all, it was an erotically delicious dessert.

Dinah gaped at it momentarily before dropping her face into her hands.

The other females at the table watched with interest as her body trembled and a muffled moan was heard. "Oh shit." Helena groaned, "Is she crying?"

"Maybe they're tears of joy?" Suggested Zatanna hopefully.

"Vat ees eet weeth her?" Beatriz asked in her thick Brazilian accent.

"Maybe she's PMS-ing?" Kara guessed.

Suddenly the blonde removed her face from her hands and it become clear that she was in fact not crying due to her menstrual cycle but shedding tears of hysterical laughter. Helena smirked at her red face and wide grin, "Told you she would like it."

Diana stared at the gentile cake in horror. She tried not to show how her eyes were trying to pop out of her head and attempted to maintain her composure. What in the name of Gaea was a cake shaped to look like...that doing here? Hadn't these women ever heard of class?

"Diana, are you alright?" Mari asked in concern as she caught side of the Amazon's face. "You look a little off."

"I-I am fine." Diana lied, struggling to be calm. "Why exactly is there a dessert molded to look like a male's gentiles on the table?"

"Thought we would convert you to the dick side." Kara cracked earning herself a glare from Dinah and an elbow to the ribs from Fire, not that the young woman felt it.

"It's a bachelorette party, Di." Helen explained, "You know, a woman's last night of freedom? That's why we're in a strip club."

"A-A strip club?"

"Yep."

"But prostitution is illegal!"

"So is having a stick up your ass all the time." Helena remarked brazenly, "Loosen up."

"How do you expect me to 'loosen up' when you all plan on sitting here and putting that into your mouths!"

"Pft, you're eating it too."

"I most certainly am not!"

"I vil eat eet." Fire grinned, "Looks yummy."

"I am not going to allow something so-so-so vile into my body!" Diana gasped in repulsion. What in Gaea's name could be appetizing about putting a cake made to look like a man's...tool in someone's mouth? What was wrong with these women?

Apparently keeping everyone in check was going to be harder than Diana had thought.

"Well then shut up while the rest of us eat it." Helen ordered breezily, "Some of us are actually looking forward to it."

"Seriously." Kara muttered.

Diana arched a parental eyebrow, "What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Um, Kara, how old are you anyways?"

"Twenty-one... In three years."

Diana pressed her fingers to her temples and glared at the other women. "You allowed a minor in here?"

"Eighteen isn't a minor, she just can't drink." Mari piped up, "Besides, in most countries Kara would be preparing for marriage soon. She's fine."

"Not to mention I should really be in my thousands by now." Kara added, "Chronogenic freezing is a bitch."

"A bitch? You know how many women would kill to look eighteen in their thousands?" Mari scoffed, "Girl, you saved yourself a few G's by getting your booty frozen."

"Can we eat it now?" Helena asked, "I'm starving."

Dinah's lips twitched into a smirk. "You're always starving for this type of dessert, aren't you?"

The Italian-American grinned mischievously. "You know it."

Diana stared at her in surprise and slight accusation and asked in reference to the cake, "You've had this before?"

"...You could say that."

The beautiful Amazon's face distorted into repulsion. "You've...tasted one of these desserts before?"

"...Kind of."

"And...?"

"And what?"

"Are they good?"

"Eh, depends on the flavor."

The innuendo was lost on the virgin princess as the other women cracked up. Helen looked at her innocently and asked, "What's your favorite flavor, Diana?"

"Chocolate, why?"

Diana began to feel frustrated as the other women once again laughed. Even Kara was in on the joke! What the Tuataras were they laughing at? Why was it so funny that chocolate was her favorite flavor? After all, it was certainly the sweetest. What could be humorous about it?

"I-I bet Bruce is gonna be disappointed when he hears that!" Dinah choked out through a fit of giggles.

"Can you blame the poor girl?" Mari smirked, "After all, chocolate is the best."

"No vonder you are dateeng the Lantern." Fire smiled.

"What's so funny?" Diana frowned, "I don't understand what's so funny about liking chocolate cake. I am also quite partial to yellow."

The comment only caused their laughter to escalate, much to Diana's fury. What in Hera's name could be so damned funny about her favorite flavor? What were they, as Wally would say, smoking?

"I gotta say I never pictured you with an Asian fetish." Kara snickered, "You know what they say about Asians. Besides, you Amazons are so big you wouldn't even be able to find it."

"Asian fetish? Where did you get that from?"

Helen smacked her forehead and muttered, "Christ, someone please get her a modern dictionary or something to explain these things."

"I think I have one at home she could use." Zee offered.

"I don't understand, what is so bad about being an Asian man?" Diana asked in confusion, "Asians have a proud history of fighting and culture. After all, nearly every martial art evolved from there one way or another. Asian men are well-known for having good fighting abilities."

"And small dicks." Helen added bluntly.

Diana's face flushed as she once again tried to remain relaxed. "So you made my taste in flavor perverse?"

"Yep."

"Let's get back to my cake, shall we?" Dinah suggested, "Diana, I know your people have issues with me so I think you'd like to cut it."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, aren't Amazons supposed to hate men?"

"We do not 'hate' men; we simply do not trust them, wish to put them in their place, and want nothing to do with them."

"So...you hate them?"

"No! I just explained that I didn't. Why would cutting their...mating organ into slices be something I would do?"

"You know you could just call eet ah peenes." Fire said.

"Or a dick." Added Helena.

"Cock works too." Kara chimed in.

"Or baby-maker." Vixen piped up.

Zatanna, taking interest in the conversation, said, "Don't forget pecker."

"And wang." Dinah nodded.

"Enough!" Diana cried, "Can't you all think of something besides sex?"

"...Well I am hungry." A pause, "For the penis."

At Diana's furious glare Helena held up her hands in surrender. "The cake! I meant the cake! Come on, I was kidding!"

"I'm so sure."

Zee looked up at the sulking Amazon. "Lighten up, Diana. It's a party."

"I'm with Zatanna." Dinah agreed, "Now, who would like to cut the cake?"

"Me!" Kara exclaimed a bit too enthusiastically. The other women looked at her in concern and the young blonde shrugged. "What can I say? Clark pissed me off again and I have some anger built up in me."

Dinah watched wide-eyed as Kara took the knife and viciously began to cut it into slices. Jeez, Dinah thought to herself as Supergirl mercilessly sliced off yet another piece. God help whatever poor bastard pisses her off.

"Kara...Maybe you should let me take the knife."

"Never!"

Helena flinched in sympathy as Kara began to use her heat vision to slice off piece by piece. "Hey kid, you keep this up and you're never going to get a date. I don't even have anything hanging there and that's hurting me."

Kara paused her massacre of the pastry and looked up. "Oh. Too much?"

"J-Just a little." Dinah stammered.

"I approve." Diana said with a hint of amusement. "Serves it right for being so offensive. I mean honestl-Mph!"

The Champion of The Gods was cut off from her lecture by Helena bending over, scooping a handful of the erotic cake, and promptly shoving it in her flawless mouth. Diana squeaked in protest and choked before reluctantly swallowing it with a gulp. She breathed heavily for a moment before looking up at Helena and sending her a death glare. "For a woman from the Mafia you lack respect."

"Whatcha' gonna do?" The brunette shrugged.

In response to her question, Diana grabbed a handful as well and launched it straight at her face. Helena froze and tensed as the icing trickled onto her lip. Her proud stance straightened as she eyed the princess wickedly, no doubt planning on revenge.

Noting this, Dinah quickly clapped her hands together. "Okay, how about we eat that cake now?"

Fires ears perked up in excitement. "Oh ves, vee must eat zey cake! I 'ave not eaten sometheeng that good looking seence Tom Cruise came to see me last year!"

"Too much information." Kara winced.

Mari watched Diana hesitantly take a bit of the dessert and smirked at her expression. The virgin princess was obviously enjoying it, even if she refused to admit it. "I have to say I never thought I'd live to see the day Wonder Woman put that in her mouth."

Diana scowled at her and insisted, "I am doing it to be polite!"

"Mhm, sure."

"Ladies, do we have a surprise for you!" A voice cried before Diana could argue why she most certainly not enjoying the sexist (though ridiculously delicious) cake. The women turned around to see a ripped man in front of them with his hands on his hips and a boyish grin on his face.

Dinah took in his red cape, matching boots and Speedo with the Superman crest printed on the crotch and almost choked. The man was obviously impersonating the Man of Steel and had gone so far as to place a curl in his charcoal hair.

"...What's going on?" Dinah asked carefully while trying to resist the urge to giggle.

"We're Smutty Justice." Speedo-wearing not-Clark announced proudly. "Guys, get in here!"

Before the blonde could respond five other men dressed in tights dashed into the room. Dinah covered her mouth with her hands in delight as she took in the men dressed as Superman, Batman, Flash, Green Lantern, Aquaman, and J'onn. It was going to be Hell looking at her male colleagues now without snickering.

"You've got to be kidding me." Dinah groaned, trying to mask her delight by sending her best friend a pointed glare. "Helena!"

"Don't look at me." Helen snorted, pointing her finger towards the mocha-skinned woman besides her. "Mari thought of it!"

"Mari!"

"What? I got the idea from Kara."

The blonde looked up innocently and widened her baby-blue eyes. "Who, me? No, you must be thinking of someone else. I would never do that."

"Shove it."

"Shove it where?" A sultry voice with a light accent giggled.

"Helena!" Dinah exclaimed in shock.

"Wha-No! That wasn't me!" The Huntress cried. She turned towards Supergirl fiercely and jabbed her finger towards her. "That little witch mimicked my voice!"

"I did no such thing." A pause. Then, in Helena's voice, "Or maybe I did."

Before Helen could strangle her, SuperSpeedo approached Dinah and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Well hello, little lady. Should I introduce to you my friends?"

"Please, ves!" Fire giggled.

"Well," 'Kal' smiled as he stood up straight and flexed his muscles. "I am SuperSpeedo, dedicated to pleasing woman everywhere! After all, I am the Man of Steel..."

Oh hell. Dinah thought to herself. This is going to be one of THOSE parties.

"And I am Buttman!" Announced 'Batman' dramatically as the women burst out into laughter. He was dressed in tight leather pants held up with a yellow belt with the words 'I AM THE ASS OF THE NIGHT' in rhinestones, no shirt, and a black cape with his face hidden by a domino mask. "I have the most amazing ass in the universe! And, as the World's Greatest Detective, can find all those secret places women keep hidden!"

The man next to him wearing absolutely nothing at all save for the green paint covering his skin said in a deep voice, "I am the Martian Womanhunter. I'll phase through your clothing and control you with the power of my superior alien junk. Ain't got no need for clothes, 'cause they never stay on..."

Dinah inwardly cringed as she imagined what the real J'onn would think of this guy. She doubted he'd be too thrilled.

"The Human Vibrator is my name, making woman shake in pleasure is my game!" Called a blonde man dressed in the smallest, tightest pair of red running shorts Dinah had ever seen. He twitched his pecks painted with lightning bolts and the woman all hollered in delight. "Baby, I vibrate every part of my body. Give me a few minutes and I'll have yours doing the same."

"Ladies, I was chosen to use my ring not for my incredible willpower, but for my incredible dick." A raven-skinned man towering well over six muscular feet called. "My dick, with my ring, allows me to give women the ultimate pleasure by filling them 'til they burst and making any toy imaginable. In the loneliest day, in the horniest flick, no pussy shall escape my dick. Let all who worship absents lies get sick, beware my power, GREEN SWINGER'S PRICK!"

"...I must say I like it better than John's." Mari admitted.

"And last but not least, I am Sailor Boy." 'Aquaman' cried. The women took in the man dressed in tight black shorts, an even tighter orange tank-top, and a little sailor hat on his head. It appeared even in a strip club Aquaman was lame. "Who wants me to ring their dingy, heh?"

"I know it should be sexy but I'm just creeped out." Kara flinched.

"This is the most sexist and degrading thing I have ever witnessed." Diana stated with a scowl.

"I think if I laugh any harder I'll pee my pants!" Helen breathed between fits of laughter.

"Smutty Justice, assemble!" Ordered SuperSpeedo as the other men rushed over.

"I put the 'ass' in assemble." Buttman smirked, giving his ass a jiggle as 'Sexy and I know it' began to pulse through the speakers. The women watched as the men all began to dance to the song.

"When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly. I pay to the beat, walking on the street in my new lafreak. This is how I roll, animal-print pants outta control. It's a real fool with a big Afro... "

As the men began to wiggle and twist Dinah noticed Diana paying a bit more attention to Buttman than she should have been. "Something on your mind, Diana?"

"Hm? Oh, uh, nothing!" The virgin princess said quickly.

"I'm sexy and I know it! I'm sexy and I know it!"

Dinah wondered if her fiancé was having this much fun as well as she absently watched the men perform for her. She watched with particular fascination as Green Swinger and Sailor Boy took to the poles and began twirling as the other men continued their dance.

"When I walk in the spot, this is all I see. Everyone stops and they staring at me. I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it...I'm sexy and I know it..."

At the exact second the line ended all the men suddenly stood in a straight line, placed their hands behind their necks, stuck out their crotch's...

"Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle, yeah! Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle, yeah! Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah! Do the wiggle man!"

…And began to shake their hips side to side like Shakira, earning a wiggle from down below with every shake.

Diana watched aghast as the dance went on. "What...What in Hera's name are they doing?" She whispered in horror, her eyes wide.

"I beleeve eet es called zey 'Wiggle'." Fire explained.

"Hera forgive me for witnessing this abomination." Diana whimpered as the men wiggled away.

Helena smirked and shoved the Amazon a plat with cake on it. "Shut up and have another slice of penis."

And so the night went on.

A/N For those of you who are unaware, the Wiggle is a dance where the guy shakes his crotch and, well, wiggles:) I got a request to have Superman strip in this, and I couldn't have the actual Clark do it (too OOC, even for this) so I had to improvise. Hope I did okay. No, this is not the end of the girls or the guys party, there is much more to come *evil smirk*.

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