Harley Quinn knew she was quite a catch; a fresh-faced blonde with the astonishingly perfect body that could only occur when a genetic predisposition to voluptuousness collided with a lifelong passion for gymnastics, coupled with the sexual skill honed
to ensure she kept the scholarship the latter had earned her and a raging libido. For most men, coming home to such a paragon, exquisite body clad in silk and lace, would've been a dream come true, especially when combined with the knowledge that she also
possessed a fanatical devotion to her man's pleasure.
Unfortunately, the Joker was not most men. And so, despite adopting a seductive pose, Harley was rather tense when Mistuh Jay walked into the apartment they were currently using as a lair. There were several ways this could go; he might be in the midst of a
plotting a new scheme, in which case he'd ignore her completely, and she'd have to go to Ivy's for a week or some satisfaction. or he might be in a bad mood, in which case he'd beat her black-and-blue and she'd have to got to Ivy's for a to recuperate.
Instead, the Joker just looked at her and said, in a bored tone. "Knocking over a Victoria's Secret? That's all you've got for me?"
Most women would've been angry at receiving such a lukewarm response to their seductive attempts. But Harley wasn't most women. That Mistuh Jay was actually speaking to her meant that she wouldn't have to spend time at Ivy's. And his disdainful comment about
the lingerie meant that he wanted something kinkier than their usual amatory fare; and she LOVED kinky.
"Gee, Mistuh Jay," she purred. "Do you want I should break out the handcuffs? Or the rubber chicken?"
The Joker stroked his chin. "No, I don't think so. Harl, my dear, I think I've had enough of being a duo; why don't we give a shot at being a trio?"
Harley cheered and jumped for joy. "Awright Mistuh Jay! I'll get right on it!"
The Clown prince of Crime leered at his ebullient moll. "Excellent. Why don't you..."
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