That refreshing shot of warmth was the signal for her own orgasm, gritting her teeth and rubbing her now gushing pussy furiously. She barely noticed as she pushed through the table on accident, ending up on the ground with her teacher continuing to thrust and cum into her asshole. Was it just her, or had her teacher been quite backed up about it too? Chica felt kinda full...<br/><br/>And then as she was savoring the afterglow, it was unceremoniously pulled from her, vacating her rear with nary a drop spilled and a squelching slurp. That was the kick back to reality for her, realizing she was sitting on- IN the remains of the desk, ass filled with cum, a puddle of her feminine fluids between her legs, and so very, VERY sated...<br/><br/>"Ay bella, why did you pull out?" she whined as she pushed up, looking back over her shoulder as her teacher started to cover herself, frowning after. "Seriously? Couldn't keep it in til I was full-up? Rude..."<br/><br/>She sighed though, standing up too, but unlike her teacher she did not try to dress herself immediately. Instead, she turned around to face her and reached out, two fingers to her collar, holding her in place.<br/><br/>"Hey Lisa," truthfully, she wasn't really interested in the excuse; Chica broke something? Second verse, same as the first... "...I was gonna say something flirty or chastising about pulling out like that, but.. you free this weekend? I live by myself you know, and my manager and crew will disappear if I convince them."<br/><br/>"We uh, could have dinner delivered or catered, you know, watch movies, anime..."<br/><br/>Great, now she was feeling shy; apparently it took getting 'roughly' butt-fucked to get her to calm down...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Properly fucked, properly dressed - once the top was sewn back together - and instead of her normal technically-armored SUV or walking home, she was greeted by a much less personalized but all the more impressive chauffeur: the Freedom League's spaceship.  Currently holding Bowman, Thunderbolt, and...<br/><br/>...and<em>her</em>, the 'daddy's girl'... if she didn't currently have an ass loaded with semen, she might have been more frustrated at seeing her, but as it was she simply, quietly hopped from the ground to the ship's gate, landing quite easily. There was plenty of places to sit, so, naturally, Chica chose to plant her ass on one of the giant black warning labels, mainly because she knew that the cases were built to withstand a beating, and as a certain sexy teacher recently found out, her ass can give as good a beating as it can take. She took a deep breath, sighed, cracked her neck with a tilt of her head while rolling her shoulders...<br/><br/>"Alright, what do we have boys?" she asked, not exactly being subtle about whom she was addressing in particular. "I assume we have something more than this being some publicity stunt..."<br/><br/>And so there were options, detailed by the duo before the 'princess' decided to add her two cents. It was thus unfortunately frustrating that the princess was the one that had the idea she liked best... had her briefly clenching her jaw before taking a deep breath again, reaching up to run her fingers along the short side of her undercut dreads.<br/><br/>"Sooo... I think the 'distraction' plan makes the most sense," Chica starts, bringing up a finger. "They made this look like some big, official thing, and he's trying to fuck with me specifically, 'cause the puta can't take jokes or criticism. We show up and rush him, or start messing with the crowd, it'll make me look like the heel in this match, which yeah isn't exactly on-brand, but more importantly I'm sure he'll spin it into something else worse for our PR. But yeah, everyone thinks this is a<em>real</em>exhibition, so let's play it up, make it look like the real deal. I've seen enough lucha libre to figure out how to 'face,' and I'm already pretty famous around here, so... let's make the crowd mess with him, you guys stick around to hype the crowd and play into the show as needed, and I play it off like this was all part of the plan and not some bullshit attempt to ruin my 18th birthday which I'm TOTALLY not<em>bitter</em>about...<br/><br/>"So yeah, let's talk details: what can we do to pull the crowd on my side?"