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Public displays of motherly affection

Clarke Griffin had made the ground rules perfectly clear. One of those many ground rules set out? Was that regardless of whether the sex was consensual or sexual assault, there was to be no sex whatsoever, in Clarke's place of work. No public displays in the club where she worked, none whatsoever.

And given that Clarke's mates wanted Clarke to have the work she had, since she liked her work and wanted to be independent, they would not interfere with that.

Yes, now, thanks to her extremely amoral and bizarre mates, she had an endless supply of money. But she still wanted to work. And her mates understood. She wanted to be around her friends and coworkers, felt like she was accomplished by working.

Yes, her mates knew that she technically was now a billionaire, but they knew what she wanted, so, they made sure that she got it.

Clarke's mates had also made sure that Clarke had more places to make friends. For that she was utterly grateful.

Her mates always wanted her to be happy, and to have a support system. For all the amoral things that they had done; keeping her against her will, forcing themselves on her-which was the most unforgivable thing, they nonetheless, never tried to isolate her. Made sure she had all the money in the world and had all the opportunities in the world to make connections with people outside of them.

For that alone, she loved them.

For all their fucked up nature; Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Bruce, Carol, Rhodey, Pepper, Frank, Jessica, Luke, Danny, Yelena, Melina, Wanda, Brunnhilde and all the others? Were precious to her.

And the ground rule she had when it came to the club that she worked at, was no sex whatsoever with her mates.

And Clarke knew that the moment she told her mates to stay out of her life, they would respect that. So, if they broke one of these rules, they knew that they'd be in trouble. Which was why she knew that they wouldn't risk that.

However, she hadn't counted on her mates' employees.

Yes, she had made these ground rules clear to her mates' employees too, and yet?

And yet, Peggy Carter was here, and Clarke had a few ideas of what the beautiful woman that Clarke had called "mommy" multiple times before as she had been penetrated with a strap-on, intended.

Clarke was in the girls' bathroom and Peggy was standing in front of her, their reflections detailed, thanks to the cleaning of the mirrors being pristine.

Given that this club was filled with sex workers as well as dancers, these bathrooms; two women's bathrooms, two men's bathrooms and two gender neutral bathrooms, were always kept pristinely clean. You couldn't just eat off of the floors if you wanted. You could have sex completely naked on these floors.

"I made things clear to your employers," Clarke pointed out to Peggy.

Peggy snickered. "Yes, you did," she answered, "But I'll give you a good reason to make an exception. I know you love calling me 'mommy.'"

Clarke fought the impulse to swallow hard. She said, "Yes, and I know you also have two mates too."

"Yes," Peggy said, chuckling, "And Jane and Sif? They know about us. They like fucking you too. And they won't get in my way. Besides, I brought along someone that you will like meeting. Her name is Dottie. Dottie Underwood. You'll like her. As soon as you meet her, you'll like her."

Clarke tensed. She knew where this was going. Peggy wanted to fuck Clarke in this bathroom. And whoever this Dottie person was? Peggy assumed that Clarke would sexually want Dottie too.

"Don't worry," Peggy said, shifting her body so that her lower torso was now facing Clarke as well as Peggy's face was, and Clarke could make out the outline of a bulge under Peggy's skirt. Clarke almost laughed weakly.

Now she knew why Peggy had walked into this club and bathroom with a jacket around her-a jacket that was so long that it covered the front of her lower torso too. That jacket was draped over the side of the sink now.

"A strap-on," Clarke snorted, "Here, in the bathroom?"

"Yes," Peggy said, grinning now, as the bathroom door began to open up, "And my companion has one of her own, and a bottle of lube."

Clarke saw another woman enter through the doorway of the bathroom. It was a tall blonde woman, hair in a similar fashion as Peggy's hairstyle, and the woman pulled off her long jacket and placed it onto the side of the sink, next to Peggy's jacket, and Clarke could see that the woman was opening up her white skirt, revealing a large, thick, silicone, smooth, gray strap, with bumps along the sides.

Clarke swallowed as she looked up again at the woman's face. She stared at the woman.

The woman was beautiful, like Peggy. She seemed softer somehow, though.

Clarke tried not to shiver. Peggy hadn't been wrong. She liked this woman.

Instantly, Clarke felt the need to call this woman, "mommy," like she did with Peggy.

Clarke then watched as this woman, Dottie, reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a bottle. A bottle that Clarke instantly knew was full of lube.

"Go on," Peggy said, nodding to the stall that Clarke was closest to, "Into that stall. I don't think I have to ask-I know people have had sex in this bathroom before."

Clarke would have laughed if she wasn't so nervous.

Oh, yes, people had had sex in this bathroom before. The sounds she had heard from this bathroom? Well, it belonged in a damn porno.

Between the screams, moans and groans of pleasure she had heard in the past, she often wondered if there were people filming in there actually trying to film a fucking porno.

So, if she, Peggy and Dottie did anything? Then if someone came in and heard that very kinky sounds, no one would so much as bat an eye.

Clarke stared at the blond woman, Dottie, who was smirking suggestively at Clarke.

Clarke swallowed hard and nodded.

Her desire for motherly affection, of course, getting the better of her. And she went into the very clean and large bathroom stall, and Peggy and Dottie with their straps, lubing the toys up, followed her in.

As soon as all three of them were inside, Peggy locked the stall door.

Clarke was pinned soon against the bathroom stall's wall, with Peggy and Dottie cornering her, pulling Clarke's pants and underwear down, the tips of their lubed up fake cocks at Clarke's entrance and Clarke shivered as she gasped out, "You know that the two of you are going to be in deep shit for this, right?"

Both Peggy and Dottie chuckled at that.

They were completely aware. They could just imagine the rage in Tony, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Laura, Barney, Simone, Sam, Carol, Pietro and the others' eyes when they found out about this. It made this all the more fun.

"We know," Peggy admitted, "I know that our employers are going to probably put us in one of those death traps of rooms that they have available to them. But I think it will be worth it, don't you, Underwood?"

Dottie didn't face Peggy, as she grinned predatorily at Clarke, "Yes, Carter," she said, "I think so. Now, Clarke, sweetheart, get ready to moan for your mommies."

Clarke whimpered at both Dottie's words and at the feeling of the tips of the two straps pushing in deeper.

Without further hesitation, both Peggy and Dottie pushed the lubricated straps with the bumps all over them, into Clarke's pussy, enjoying it immensely when Clarke gasped, "mommy," out.