Suzie looked on with bated-breath as the newly minted Barbie Quinn and her ‘big sister’ left the New U Salon hand in hand. Once outside Harley and Barbie Quinn smiled deviously at the strange looks they were getting from the passers-by. For a moment, the
blonde receptionist thought the once brilliant psychiatrist and the formerly valiant crime fighter would lash out at the innocent people on the sidewalk, but instead the two mad women simply shared a quick peck on each others' lips before joining hands and
skipping girlishly down the street in search of the demented Joker.
Sighing with relief, Suzie felt an almost unimaginable weight lift from her shoulders. Dee Dee had gone ahead and given Barbara Gordon, known to the world as the heroic Batgirl, the ultimate makeover. An act that went against every reservation the sexretary
held about her employer taking extraordinary, high-profile women and introducing them to a new enlightened mentality like only Dee Dee could. However, Suzie conceded, this time was different. This was The Joker. Any and every reservation Suzie held about
Dee Dee’s seemingly incessant need to turn women into whores meant nothing in the face of that psychopathic grin.
“You know it was either turn Barbara Gordon into a giggling, raving lunatic for the Joker or end up yet another victim of that madman,” Dee Dee murmured, leaning back casually and thrusting out her magnificent tits through the thin fabric of her white silk
blouse.
Suzie looked over to her lover and employer and for a moment she lost herself studying the dark outlines of Dee Dee’s painfully erect nipples in the white material, forgetting all her worries. Her pussy instantly became wet in the tight confines of her
black leather pants as she admired her boss’ delicious form as she had done so many times before. Dee Dee’s body, like her own, was a perfectly slutty masterpiece crafted through the New U Salon’s various and unique techniques and it always reminded the sultry
sexretary of why they did what they did for the women of America. Yet, the anxiety quickly returned, despite the liquid arousal leaking from between her legs.
“I understand completely, honey,” Suzie sighed, slinking over slowly to Dee Dee and softly caressed the stylist’s arm, “Saying not to the Clown is never an option. Not if we want to keep breathing. I get it, but it still freaks me out. I just hope he
leaves us alone now that he’s got his pretty new toy to corrupt until she’s as twisted as him, just as he did with Harley. And I really hope he doesn’t spread the word about our services. We’d have every psycho in Gotham to Jump City wanting to turn any
heroine they hold a grudge or boner for into their personal playthings. And worse yet…we’d have to answer to you know who!”
Dee Dee watched Suzie flap her arms around like a bat, and had to hold back laughter despite her fellow blonde’s concerns. “Suzie. Babe,” Dee Dee, purred, looking Suzie directly in her dazzling blue eyes, playfully batting her own long, curly lashes at
the stressed out sexretary, “you worry too much. We’ve managed to keep a low profile through all of this and we’ll continue keeping a low profile if we keep our cool. I mean, we turned Wonder Woman of all people from a beacon of virtue and truth into my
own personal fucktoy for fuck’s sake! It’s been close to a week since she accepted her place and nobody is on our trail yet.”
“And how is Di doing? She even left your apartment yet?” Suzie asked, a naughty smile playing at her full, pink lips. Reaching out to her employer's amazing bust, Suzie slowly began to caress and fondle Dee Dee’s spectacular tits.
“Oh no, Suzie. I’ve strictly forbid the Princess to leave my apartment, and Di doesn’t disobey her Dee Dee. Although, she has been quite the busy bitch during the day, trust me,” Dee Dee sighed, her body tingling at the attention Suzie was paying her mammoth
melons.
“So what? Do you have her dressed in a barely-there French Maid outfit cleaning the apartment with a feather duster all day until you get home?” Suzie asked with a giggle.
“Hmmmm,” Dee Dee moaned, “Not quite, but you are giving me ideas. Speaking of Di, I think it’s time we gave Miss New Titties a call to check up on her. I just know the naughty slut misses me so much.”
Suzie giggled in excitement at hearing what had become of the former Wonder Woman after less than a week at Dee Dee’s hands. Normally, when the two sexy women visited one of the many New U Salon franchises littered across the country they would spend their
nights with the other stylists out clubbing to sample the local sluts and studs. While Suzie had done just that on this trip to Gotham, Dee Dee stuck to other plans. Instead, she had hurried home every to her corrupted Amazon.
The sexretary licked her lips watching Dee Dee’s swaying ass encased in the shiny leather mini-skirt sway back and forth as she made her way to the phone. Just the sight of Dee Dee always made Suzie hot. She pressed a button near the reception desk and
the automatic shades on the windows closed in response, shielding the unsuspecting public to what was about to go down inside the Salon. Suzie pulled and strained before finally managing to yank her skintight pants down over her protruding posterior and instantly
felt a shiver run up her spine as the cool air collided with the juices trickling down her tan thighs from her shaved snatch.
The sexretary hopped up on a nearby countertop and swung her spiked-heeled feet casually back and forth while seductively taunting Dee Dee with a slow lick of her glossy lips. She was so hot and so ready for the show her boss was about to be put on. She
groaned and watched Dee Dee snap her fingers twice, the definitive click-clack of multiple high-heeled feet on the tiled floor providing an instant response to the action. Suzie giggled enthusiastically as a multitude of New U Salon Gotham girls lined up
diligently, ready to service Dee Dee in any way their blonde mistress desired.
However, these eager New U sluts never got a chance to service Dee Dee on account of a shapely figure emerging from the back room wearing a stylish and eye-catching one-shoulder minidress. Breathy and high-pitched sighs of disappointment could be heard
from the assembled throng of New U girls as the voluptuous chocolate-skinned harlot sauntered past her fellow Salon sluts, her swollen, purple-painted lips pursed in a sexy smile. She carefully patted her short, elaborate hair and savored the sensation of
her perfectly manicured fingernails scraping at the buzzed sides of her scalp. What was left of her black glossy hair was piled girlishly on top of her head in a sexy bouffant of curls. The trendy short hairstyle was offset by silver hooped earrings so big
and round that they scraped the slut's ebony shoulders with each step. Before she took her place next to Dee Dee, the middle-aged babe glanced over to Suzie, the Gotham stylist’s mouth watered at the sight of the blonde sexretary slowly pulling down the front
zipper of her metallic corset.
“Hmmmm, Mia,” Suzie purred, her full tits springing free from the tight confines of their corseted prison, “you look positively delicious, girl!”
"Mmmm, only my best for you, Suze," Mia husked, winking to her gorgeous blonde colleague who giggled in returned while groping the soft flesh of her own melons.
"Hey!" Dee Dee cut in, demanding the attention of whole room as only she could and giving Mia an expectant smile from her side. "You forgetting someone?"