[ at some point, they stopped pretending. penny doesn’t really remember when exactly, sometime around her junior year in college? (dance major with a photography minor, jason agreed to pay everything but only if he could choose what she studied). they still paid lip service to the idea of public good and heroics now and then, but it was certain that the red hood was the king of gotham. and sure, he kept crime in line, and still occasionally had to beat down a villain or two, but that was getting to be increasingly rare.
no, jason - daddy - was rich, debauched, and in charge. just the way that penny liked it. same way she liked the pretty dresses and heels he bought her, same way she liked the luxurious vacations they went on, the cars he drove, the parties they hosted. she was still comfortably anonymous, just one of several rotating pieces of eye candy on the boss’ arm.
a shelf of collars. a black amex of her own. when she didn’t sleep in daddy’s bed, she shared a california king with whoever he wasn’t fucking that night. penny loved every minute of it - so did gwen, and mj, and felicia, and glory. and why not? daddy had trained them all very well.
case in point: the way penny moves while he’s on the phone with a distributor. jason’s lounging in a chair big enough to be a throne, and she’s kneeling before him in perfect worship, head bobbing up and down on his thick cock. but she’s his favorite girl, which means she goes the extra mile: her back is arced and almost perfectly level, enough that he can rest his drink on her. and penny is, of course, bouncing her ass, clapping her cheeks, twerking just the way he likes it.
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Date: 2026-03-14 04:47 am (UTC)no, jason - daddy - was rich, debauched, and in charge. just the way that penny liked it. same way she liked the pretty dresses and heels he bought her, same way she liked the luxurious vacations they went on, the cars he drove, the parties they hosted. she was still comfortably anonymous, just one of several rotating pieces of eye candy on the boss’ arm.
a shelf of collars. a black amex of her own. when she didn’t sleep in daddy’s bed, she shared a california king with whoever he wasn’t fucking that night. penny loved every minute of it - so did gwen, and mj, and felicia, and glory. and why not? daddy had trained them all very well.
case in point: the way penny moves while he’s on the phone with a distributor. jason’s lounging in a chair big enough to be a throne, and she’s kneeling before him in perfect worship, head bobbing up and down on his thick cock. but she’s his favorite girl, which means she goes the extra mile: her back is arced and almost perfectly level, enough that he can rest his drink on her. and penny is, of course, bouncing her ass, clapping her cheeks, twerking just the way he likes it.
fuck. she loves her life. ]