"Next stop..." Joker declared, pausing dramatically. "...Batgirl!"
Harley and Mary both cheered, gleefully jumping in a way that made their luscious tits jiggle deliciously. But then Mary frowned.
"But, puddin'," she said. "Aren't there three Batgirls? Which are we going for?"<
Harley snorted. "That's the dumbest..." Then she frowned too. "No. you're right. Hmm, the original, y'know the redhead? She was always fun."
"So's the blonde," Mary pointed out. "And she's got better tits. 'Course we've already got a busty blonde." She gave one of Harley's boobs a squeeze, and ran her fingers through the older woman's hair, prompting a sigh of pleasure. Then Mary continued.
"Maybe the second one, the Asian chick; she's got a killer bod AND killer instinct."
Harley shook her head, pigtails flying. "Nnooo, she barely talks; we're clowns, not mimes. Nothin' wrong with having two hot blondes with great racks."
Mary looked thoughtful, but then said. "Now that I think about it, I the redhead's pretty hot, and she was always smarter. I think..."
"Both of you shut up," the Joker said. "Put those pretty mouths to their proper use while I decide which Batbabe to snag."
And so saying he sat down with his fly open. The toothsome twosome of Mary and Harley knelt before their boss, and enveloped his ivory manhood in their warm, wet mouths sucking away while he weighed the pros and cons of the three Batgirls. He came, goo
gushing down the girls' gullets, then stood up, smiling.
"Okay girls, we've got lots and lots of goo; more than enough to grab all three batbimbos, so that's what we're gonna do!"