"The Carpenter," Poison Ivy decided. "She's just a phone call away. Talia can arrange a meeting with Lady Shiva and I'm sure we can find Cheetah with time. But we can share our love with the Carpenter now."
"I don't seem to have my phone on me," Talia noted sardonically.
Talia had been naked and queued up in Selina and Harley's sexual fantasies even before the business with the collars had properly begun. Now Talia's hand was carressing Selina's ass, while Selina's lips planted slow gentle kisses along Talia's collar bone and nuzzled and licking into the notch of her throat. Both women were entirely and unashamedly naked and though it was Harley who had suggested an orgy, Poison Ivy could sense that these two were closest to surrendering to their lusts. The hearts on their silver collars pulsed in soul-bound time with one another.
"We can use mine!" Harley announced brightly. She began patting herself down. Just as naked as Selina and Talia, her pat down rapidly turned into something more like a striptease only without clothes to begin with. "Sorry Red, musta left it in the pocket of my other birthday suit. Maybe ya oughta take a look?"
Harley was clearly hoping the mistress of plants would be tempted by the way her gyrating body bumped and slid over hers. Ivy laughed with delight as much as amusement and gently pushed Harley away. She was rewarded with an adorable pout from the bottle blonde that sent a wave of desire down her spine and into her cunt more sharply than Harley's sexy dancing.
"Follow me," she instructed her Siren lovers as she walked barefoot through the soft grass of her garden with an exaggerated sway to her ass.
Poison Ivy's arboretum was at the very top of the building, a stylish glass box with a ceiling tall enough to house small trees. Only the northern wall was made of Gotham's normal slate grey stone and that was barely visible beneath the climbing plants and flowers it supported. As big as the apartment below, which was more than generously sized for three women, it was a veritable forest or jungle hidden behind one-way glass in the heart of the city.
Ivy walked to the north-east corner of the arboretum and a wall of thorned vines that Selina and Talia had never been through. It parted now and let them into a small hidden area. In a way it was an anti-climax, a practical area with workbenches, trowels and other gardening tools, flower pots in every size and packets of seeds and composts. The only thing that was unusual was a small workbench that looked like it should be in a science lab, covered with compact machines Selina couldn't even name though most of them had the word "gene" in the company logos.
As Selina and Talia looked round they realised that showing them this place was Poison Ivy expressing her love for them. There were a few signs that Harley had been her before, little red-and-black knickknacks and a photo or two. Poison Ivy inviting them here, to a place that was mundane instead of one where she was a goddess of vegetation, was for her more intimate than showing them her naked body.
"Can I call, Red? Huh, pretty please Red? With a cherry on top!"
Ivy had picked up her phone from where it was charging. She glanced at Talia. Calling the Carpenter had been Talia's idea, but Selina had her hands all over the brunette assassin again. She tossed the phone to her blonde girlfriend.
"Knock yourself out, Harl."
* * *
Jenna Duffy, aka the Carpenter, lay back in her bath and allowed the warm water to relax her tired muscles. Through the small frosted bathroom window she could see the blue sky of an uncharacteristically bright Gotham morning. She settled contentedly back a little deeper into the inches of frothy bubbles that floated on warm jasmine-scented water.
The job for the Penguin had her working unusual hours but it had more than a few perks. That the Penguin paid on time and didn't normally try to kill his contractors was one of the better ones. Getting to hang around the Iceberg Lounge just before closing was almost as good a perk. In her white denim shortalls, blue t-shirt and cowhide toolbelt she stuck out amongst the hip (and rich) social set. And dressed like that she was lesbian catnip.
Tonight a girl named Monique in a classy black Dior dress had bought her a hundred dollar cocktail, though Kathy behind the bar had used half-measures in the glass she served to Jenna. They had an arrangement; Jenna wasn't going to risk getting drunk before a job involving power tools. She'd left Monique her card - her business card - before kissing her hand goodnight and sauntering off to the job spinning a screwdriver. Maybe in a few days she'd get a call from Monique to fix a leaky faucet. A bit of banter, maybe a little innuendo, and she'd be able to charge the rich gay girl an hourly rate that would make a supervillain blush with shame.
The only problem with a job like the Penguin's was the anti-social hours. How long was it since she'd spent time with a handsome stud? The speed with which her own hand was under the bubbles and sliding down her belly towards her sex was an answer of sorts. Bruce Wayne had been leaving last night with some very expensive looking eye-candy decorating his arm as Jenna had been arriving. Mmm, Bruce Wayne had looked rich, elligible and very very hot. Jenna's finger pressed lightly against her clit as she imagined what she and Bruce might get up to. Hell, the eye-candy could help--
RING! RING! RING!
Suddenly loud ringing disturbed her bath and her teasing hand. A few run-ins with loons like the Director, who'd tried to turn a job building him a deadly trap-filled hideout into a death sentence, had taught her to keep her toolbelt close. It hung off the laundry basket, in easy reach. Her phone was in it and ringing insistently with an old-fashioned ringtone so loud it had a chance of cutting through the noise of her work.
Jenna plunged her head under the water and bubbles of the bath and held it there in submerged near-silence for a while. When she surfaced with a gasp the phone was still ringing. Reluctantly she reached a hand out and pulled it from her belt. A picture of Poison Ivy was on the screen. OK, more risky than the Penguin but still a client who paid without attempting to kill the contractors.
"Hi, it's Jenna 'the Carpenter' Duffy. My rates are a steal!"
"Hey! Didya hear about the lonely carpenter who couldn't get lathed?"
It wasn't Poison Ivy on the other end of the call. It was her gal pal Harley. That distinctive voice was hard to forget. Only it sounded different, marvellous with resonances and harmonies that it shouldn't have been possible to hear or delight in over a line of this quality.
"Guh," Jenna responded as her body felt in danger of boiling the bath water in which she lay with the heat of her lust. Her free hand splashed back down and a finger pushed hard and urgent into her cunt. Her back arched and her tits rose out of the water, bubbles running down them.
"Did ya hear about the murder on the construction site? Coppers looked into it but there were so many suspects. The painter had a brush with the law on his record. The glazier went to panes to conceal his past, said he was framed..."
As the barrage of bad puns poured into Jenna's ear only a tiny fragment of her mind heard the jokes. The rest was overwhelmed by that marvellous voice of pure unadulterated lesbian sex. The Carpenter was finger-fucking herself with furious need, staring at her own hard nipples as they surfaced through the bubbles and then sank back below.
"'Course, I think it was the carpenter. She thought she was a stud. Killed the guy by makin' him drink polish. Terrible end but a lovely finish! Hehe!"
"Uh, uh, yeah!"
"Anyway, enough with the funny business. Get here quick. I wanna be able to say 'the Carpenter was moving so fast I saw dust'."
"Yes!"
The line went dead leaving Jenna close to orgasm but denying her the final few words she needed to push her over the edge to ecstasy and release. As something resembling intelligence returned to her sex-crazed mind she remembered that Harley, beloved Harley, had told her to visit. The phone buzzed in her hand and an address appeared on the screen.
Jenna Duffy erupted out of the bath and grabbed her toolbelt and a towel only because neither would slow her down. She ran for her van, water running down her naked body and her hair completely soaked. She needed to get across town as fast as possible. She needed to get to Harley as fast as possible.
* * *
"Get here quick. I wanna be able to say 'the Carpenter was moving so fast I saw dust'."
Harley finished the call and performed an exaggerated bow for her audience of sexy Sirens. When she stood her expression immediately turned suspicious.
"Hey, who turned all your frowns upside-down?"
Catwoman, Poison Ivy and the Daughter of the Demon were all smiling indulgently at her. Ivy and Selina looked like they might be in danger of laughing and even Talia's smile seem unfeigned. Harley couldn't remember the last time none of the three weren't angry with her or in a mood for brooding. She finished sending the address as she eyed them distrustfully.
"We love you Harley," Talia told her, taking her hand, "And sometimes that even means your jokes."
"Awww, you guys!"
Harley enveloped her fellow Sirens in a group hug of unabashed enthusiasm. When she broke it the other three women were sharing grins that matched her own. But Harley's expression was unexpectedly thoughtful.
"Red, I gotta ask you... After the priestess chick--"
"Erato, her name is Erato."
"After Erato put the collars on me and Kitty we went a bit outta control. We kinda couldn't not fuck, if ya know what I mean?"
"Yes," Talia agreed, "I was overwhelmed as soon as Ivy spoke."
"You are worried that we are being compelled, controlled, despite the reality of our love? The collars open our hearts and fill our voices with our lusts and our loves. Our voices are powerful. If one of our sisters-to-be hears our words then her heart will be opened in turn. But if she is sexually-frustrated, or worse straight or a virgin then the opening of her heart will overwhelm her with emotions she hasn't learned to control. And the collars of our soul-bond will echo and amplify that great flood of lust."
"I was straight. Though that seems impossible now," Talia said in a puzzled voice.
"But, Red, I ain't even a little frustrated and barely a bit straight any more!"
"Harley," Selina began in her patiently-explaining voice she sometimes used with the cute blonde, "I came home to find you and Ivy making love on the sofa last night. I went to my room and jilled myself to sleep. And this morning when Talia stormed through naked and so fucking hot I was planning on jumping in the shower and fingering myself till I could hardly stand."
"Oh buh-mer, if you ever get thirsty like that again I'm always happy to give Kitty some cream."
But Selina didn't react. Instead her and Talia's eyes were locked in a smouldering exchange. Harley looked between them and then giggled.
"Betcha I know what your thinkin'! So hot and fuckable but you still haven't tasted her cream, have ya?"
"Want lick cunt."
"Pussy. Need pussy."
Fueled by the remnants of Selina's sexual frustration the two women launched at each other, meeting in a wet passionate kiss as hands began to feverishly grope tits and ass.
"Harl, we're expecting guests!"
"Aww, Red, Kitty needed pussy."
Ivy couldn't stay mad at Harley. Instead she switched on a shower she used to bathe herself and wash and water her plants. At the same time vines moving under her control assembled a few leftover panes of glass from a glasshouse into a shower cubicle.
"Selina did say she wanted this in the shower," Ivy explained mischievously.
"Yes, she did," Harley agreed with mock seriousness.
Ivy's vines shepherded Talia and Selina under the water and 'closed' the door with a final glass pane. The water began to mist and steam the glass hiding the occupants within a little. Then Talia and Selina shifted and suddenly Selina's breasts were pressed against the glass. Squashed against the transparent obstacle they seemed enormous as they slid up and down. Half-hidden by the steam Talia had two fingers pistoning into Selina's cunt from behind.
"Red, ya wanna--"
"Sorry, Harl, let's watch the show while we wait."
* * *
The Carpenter's yellow van shot through the busy intersection against the lights, weaving crazily through traffic. It screeched to a halt as it mounted the pavement and stopped a few feet from the doors of the entrance lobby to the building in which the Siren's lived. Jenna Duffy leapt out and raced in with her toolbelt on but the towel still trailing from her hand.
The Carpenter had run every light against her on the way here.
Moments later a patrol car with its lights flashing and a battered brown sedan with a flashing light on its roof pulled up beside the abandoned van. Two police officers, a man and a woman, got out of the patrol car. A female detective emerged from the sedan. Rather more cautiously they entered the lobby, hands not far from their holsters.
Far away Oracle's computers intercepted the officers' radio report and logged it. An alarm appeared on one of Oracle's screens as the address matched one she had marked as 'of interest'.
* * *
Jenna Duffy's brunette hair, and Harley and Ivy could see the carpets matched the drape, was still wet as she ran into the garden at the top of the apartment block. A toolbelt was all she wore, unless you counted the towel which seemed to have caught on it and was trailing behind her. Jenna's chest was heaving as she'd just ran up several flights of stairs. She paused just long enough to scan through the trees and find where Harley and Ivy were walking to meet her.
"Harley. Love, Harley! Need fuck."
"Hey, I'm willin' to skip the dinner and a date but ya brought a few uninvited guest--"
Jenna had sprinted straight up and silenced Harley by pushing fingers into the former Cupid of Crime's mouth. Her other arm was supporting Harley's weight as she lowered her to the soft green living carpet of the arboretum and her mouth was trying to suckle one of Harley's breasts.
"Mmmph, nnph."
Ivy took one of Harley's hands and held it against the back of Jenna's neck. Instinctively Harley knew what to do and her hand met Ivy's, together forefinger and thumb forming the shape of a heart with the point towards Jenna. Light blossomed and wrapped around Jenna's neck and when it faded there was a silver collar.
"Need Harley!"
Harley twitched as suddenly her collar's pink heart blazed with light.
"Kiss cunt. Tongue pussy," she gasped as she opened her legs and Jenna opened her mouth wide to press against the whole of Harley's slit.
"Looks like I'm the only one available to meet the rest of our guests," Ivy told Harley and Ivy with regret as the continued to walk for the stairs. Vines and flowers moved to touch her body and plant blossoms and leaves on her. By the time the three police officers advanced cautiously up her stairs she was dressed no more revealingly than normal and sitting patiently on a log drawn up for her.
Behind her Jenna and Harley made love on the ground while even further away, but still just visible, Talia and Selina continued to fuck under the pouring water of the shower.
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