Love, Lust and Explosives

Well this one took a little while - I really tried to write a long and complete chapter this time. Instead of my usual "premature posting" lol.
Warning - this one is a bit kinky - I was actually sweating while I wrote some of this! Kind of embarrassing, really. Hope you all have the same reaction!!

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Majjic Mouse - Thank you so much for your kind reviews. I must say, your wonderful writing never fails to leave me hot and bothered. ;P

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Ero Sennin - At this point, I'm never really satisfied until I hear from you! This chapter is a little kinky. I'm anxious to hear what you think, my friend.

jokerfan25 - Thank you!! Your reviews have also kept me excied to continue the story!

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The song is “Doesn‘t Remind Me” by Audioslave!


Chapter 7: New Clothes and a Cherri Bomb!

The Joker returned well after nightfall. He had been gone for quite some time, taking care of some business (like scaring the hell out of various people), as well as, avoiding the return home. He sat outside the crumbling estate in the stolen van he was currently using and cursed himself for a good twenty minutes. He ran his hands over his forehead and into his hair and gave it a ferocious yank, growling loudly for good measure. When that didn’t hurt sufficiently, he slammed his forehead into the steering wheel. Now that hurt. Good. “I believe, I’ll just do that again,” he snarled aloud and proceeded to batter his head against the steering wheel until he felt lightheaded. “Well, that’s better. Isn’t it?” he asked himself sarcastically and laughed.

In the end, he got out of the van, slammed the door ferociously and approached the house. The look of barely contained fury on his face and the familiar hunch of his shoulders as he stalked forward sent his men scrambling. He entered the house, banging the door loudly behind him. He was ready for a fight. He would make her want to leave. Good plan. That would be so fucking easy - he would be good at that. Make her leave on her own.

The Joker went directly to the bedroom. Violet wasn’t there, and it caused his anger to shift uncomfortably. She had cleaned the room. His clothes were folded neatly on a chair. Damn. He took the stairs down two at a time to the first floor, going from room to room in his search.

After tearing through the house like a tornado, the Joker finally found Violet in the kitchen of the old mansion, sitting cross-legged on the chipped Formica countertop. She was eating saltines and dipping them in Miracle Whip. There wasn’t much in the way of food in the house. The sight was a tad pathetic, and he sighed through gritted teeth despite himself. Was that all she could find?

Violet was showered and fresh-faced; her long hair a riot of dark untamed waves framing her pale face and falling down her back. She was dressed in a pair of his loud boxers and a white undershirt. She looked absolutely, deliriously happy; and it made her even more breathtaking.

At the sight of the Joker, she burst into a huge smile, leapt from the counter and trotted joyfully over to him, enveloping him in an enthusiastic embrace. She smelled like his soap. She placed kisses along his neck and the shell of his ear and pressed herself into him with pure unrefined affection. He stood still like a mannequin, finding it difficult to hold onto his resolve and his anger.

“Mr. Stitches!” she breathed in his ear and it dripped from her lips like honey.

Minutes past before she released him and drew back to look at him with unconcealed excitement. She didn’t ask him where he’d been, complain about being left alone or ask him any questions at all. She was simply glad to see him. There were no lies in the green depths of her eyes. Dammit, she had surprised him yet again. He wasn’t used to that. He liked to think he had a handle on human nature. His experience had taught him that, deep down people were selfish, cruel and filled with fear and self-loathing. Being certain of these facts had given him direction. But….

Although, he had tried to keep his thoughts of her and last night to a minimum while he was away, for a moment, on his way back, he had considered (maybe even feared, a little) that she might be gone. She was certifiable after all, and she didn’t owe him anything either. But…here she was crazy, funny and sexy as hell.

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The thought of leaving had not even occurred to Violet. She woke up feeling rested and relaxed - perfectly content. She was aware that her wonderful Mr. Stitches was gone, but she didn’t allow it to concern her. She took pleasure at the sight of his paint smeared across her naked body, a large concentration of which was between her legs. She touched herself lightly, feeling her face flush hotly with the memories of last night.

She decided to get up before her imagination and her libido got the better of her. She showered, and as her only clothes had been burned off during their escape, she put on some of his. She tidied up the bedroom and wandered around the house exploring. Most of it appeared to be unused and many doors were locked. She simply ignored them and continued on her tour.

When she went downstairs to the main floor of the house, Violet came across one or two of the Joker’s men. She approached them smiling, ready to introduce herself, but when they saw her; they simply walked away as quickly as possible. She tilted her head in confusion. Maybe they sensed something was wrong with her. Maybe she scared them. She didn’t want to be feared, except maybe by one specific person.

For a minute, her internal sunshine dimmed. Stray thoughts, bad thoughts began to poke and prod at her flimsy mental defenses. In desperation, she screamed “NO, NO, NO NO!!!” at the top of her lungs, successfully distracting her brain long enough to grasp at something else. Whew, that was better. She made an effort to concentrate on the few things that brought her comfort. And for now, that was enough. As she started skipping through the mansion into the kitchen, she began singing:

“I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like hammering nails, and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

Bend and shape me, I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly, like never before
Calm and sleeping, we won't stir up the past
So discreetly, we won't look back

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
Don't want to learn what I'll need to forget”

The Joker had not left any instructions for the skeleton crew of clowns that patrolled the house and grounds, but they relied on their intense fear of their boss to dictate their actions. The thought of coming anywhere near this odd girl never even occurred to most of them (especially after they heard her scream and start singing). Their lives were tenuous enough being in the employ of the Joker, without taking that kind of risk.

The Joker’s second in command, Bumbles, whose real name was Jason, was the only one allowed access to most of the house. He was definitely smarter than the others were, and he knew it. Jason actually had a little ambition and so far had managed to stay alive longer than any of the Joker’s other henchmen. He was useful and usefully ruthless, and he could make the Joker laugh. Therefore, he had earned a somewhat higher status than the others had. The Joker didn’t trust anyone, much less another criminal with more than half a brain, but he couldn’t deny that Bumbles/Jason was handy, and he didn’t mind getting his hands dirty. He enjoyed it.

Jason being a cautious man, also, avoided contact with his boss’s new “friend”; unsure of his lunatic leader’s plans for this peculiar girl. However, he did go out of his way to sneak looks at her as frequently as possible. He slipped silently past doorways and around corners appraising this new addition.

He had to admit that she was “hot”. Not in a traditional way, but “hot” nonetheless. And those boxers, on her… were…just plain delicious. He got his first good look at Violet as she rummaged through the kitchen for something to eat, and he found himself fighting an unexpected hardening in his crotch. She just seemed so innocent and yet wild and as a banshee. What was she doing with the Joker? She had to be a looney-tune. Did she really know whom she was dealing with? He knew that she called him Mr. Stitches - did she even know his real name? She had to. Everyone knew the Joker. If she was that crazy…well, maybe she was just crazy enough to be taken advantage of. “The best thing to do is hang back and watch the situation for a while.” He thought as he smacked his lips and slipped out the back door.


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The Joker stared into Violet’s warm green eyes for just a moment, before crushing his mouth violently into hers. He hungrily devoured her sweet lips, biting, sucking and digging his fingers into her waist until she whimpered lightly.

He pulled his mouth away feeling slightly drunk. “Miss me, firebug?”

“Oh, were you gone somewhere? I hadn‘t noticed.” Violet panted and tried to laugh, as she wound strands of his green hair around her fingers.

“Hmm, you’ve got jokes. “ The Joker smirked, grunted and gave her lovely ass a sharp playful slap.

Her eyes widened alarmingly and her lips parted in surprise. She drew in a sharp breath, and he could see the thoughts tumbling rapidly through her fractured mind. Finally, she looked down and in a timid voice, she said quietly, “Mr. Stitches…if you don‘t mind… I think... I would very much like you to do that again.”

“OH, FUCKING HELL IN A HANDBAG!!” the Joker thought as his cock suddenly sprang to life, visibly moving his trousers. The synapses in his brain started firing like sparklers. “OK, OK, get a hold of yourself. First things first. What’s first? Shit, I probably need to…. feed…the girl. Feed the girl? What the hell are you thinking, you crazy asshole? She found something to eat. What I need to do now is throw her over my shoulder, take her upstairs and spank that ass!” He thought agitatedly. His cock really seemed to like that idea; inside his pants, it was nodding in agreement. Gritting his yellowed teeth, he pulled his thoughts and his hand away from her ass.

Violet exhaled sharply and her face quickly turned bright red with embarrassment. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes.

“Hey now, just relax doll. Believe me when I say, I’ll be more than happy to… uh; you know….smack your sweet ass…in a little while. It can wait. Be-sides, I’m starved, aren’t you? Crackers ain’t much of a meal-uh. Let’s see if we can’t find something more…uh…appetizing. Something to fuel that naughty little fire of yours.” the Joker offered with a lustful snicker. “No spanking on an empty stomach, I always say!” He added, laughing louder.

She beamed at him, relieved and helplessly aroused.

“Wait here for a minute; I’ll just go warm up the car.” He joked. He turned to leave and make arrangements, when he realized Violet wasn’t exactly dressed to leave the house.

“You know, sweetheart, you look real cute in that outfit but, I’m going to need my drawers back eventually. We’ll have to find you something of your own.”

She frowned slightly, looking down at herself, “I like wearing your clothes.”

He snorted, “Violet, Violet, you‘re kil-ling me. Not that I’m com-plain-ing, mind you. OK, you can, um, keep the boxers; we’ll just find something to go over them-uh. That is, until I can get under them.”

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

The Joker sent her upstairs to get one of his overcoats and some shoes, while he told Bumbles about his plans for the evening. When Violet came back downstairs, the Joker was standing by the door waiting for her. She was quite a sight; dwarfed by his long purple coat, which was buttoned up to the top. She clomped across the floor towards him in a pair of his very large shoes and outlandishly colored socks.

He burst into raucous laughter at the sight, panting to catch his breath and then, collapsing again into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. Violet couldn’t resist his laughter and immediately joined in until the both of them were wiping tears from their eyes.

Violet twirled around, showing off her purple ensemble. “Well, how do I look?!” she asked, laughter making her hoarse.

“Exquisite. Almost as good as I do.” He responded with mock sincerity, sticking out his arm for her and bowing slightly. She closed the distance between them and happily took his arm with both of hers. With that, the couple left, closing the door behind them.

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Once outside in the chill night air, the Joker jerked Violet along across the dry overgrown lawn to an enormous light green Cadillac. Bumbles stood by the open rear passenger door waiting patiently for the Boss and his strangely dressed date. Violet smiled at Bumbles and entered the car first, crawling across the seat to the far side. As the Joker watched Violet, he was surprised to notice Bumbles openly admiring Violet’s long shapely legs as they emerged from the purple overcoat. The Joker felt a jab of blind fury, and he stuck his purple-gloved hand in front of Bumbles’ face snapping his fingers loudly.

Bumbles jumped as if slapped, startled to have been caught being so careless in the presence of his frighteningly unpredictable leader. He turned to the Joker, embarrassed and terrified, with an unspoken plea for mercy in his expression. The Joker said nothing. He resisted the powerful urge to carve up his face and castrate him. He was afraid it might ruin the mood of the evening. He simply narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, glaring at Bumbles briefly before entering the car beside Violet. He would have to decide what to do about that later. Let him worry about his future for a while.

Once in the car, the Joker turned to Violet, “What size do you wear? I’m guessing around a six or so. Am I right?”

Violet laughed quietly, “Yes, Mr. Stitches, six is about right.” His surprising accuracy brought to surface an unexpected pang of jealousy. Of course, he had been with other women, probably lots of women. That wasn’t any of her business; she should simply be glad that he was spending time with her right now. She loved being near him. He made her feel….happy. More importantly, she reminded herself; she was and always would be eternally grateful to him. Their escape from the asylum was only a small part of that gratitude.

During those dark days at Arkham, Mr. Stitches had talked to her, listened to her, made her laugh and his presence had given her comfort. Whether it was intentional or not, it had made that place bearable. Because of him, for the first time since she could remember, she didn’t feel so completely alone. She had decided some time ago, that she would to do everything in her power to repay him…no matter what it took.

The Joker watched her pensive face for a minute, before leaning forward to whisper to Bumbles, who quickly pulled away from the house into the night. For a second there, Violet had looked sad and worried. To his continued surprise, he didn’t like that much. However, before long, they were speeding through the darkened streets of Gotham farther into the narrows, followed closely by two vans crammed with clowns. It felt good to be moving, to be free and he forgot his concerns for the moment.

They were driving deep into the black heart of the narrows. The notorious slums of Gotham City seemed relatively deserted at this time of night. It was a well-known fact, that it was virtually suicide to wander through the narrows after dark. The few people that were visible as they sped through the gloomy streets did not appear to notice them. They knew better.

The streets of the narrows were intricately laid out like a web, sprinkled with a few unreadable street signs, and the atmosphere here was thick and claustrophobic. The buildings looked as if they had been constructed wherever they found an empty space. They were shoved between existing structures without any apparent forethought or planning; growing from the cracks like weeds. Decay and neglect coated everything in sight, and there were narrow spaces so dark that they actually seemed to absorb the light.

The Joker turned to Violet who was staring out of the window with an expression of fascination. “I know you won’t ask. So, in case you’re wondering; I’m taking you to meet my tailor.” The Joker stated with a wild grin.

Violet looked away from the captivating view, to Mr. Stitches. He appeared to feel very much at home here, leaning back against the seat with a relaxed smile on his face. Violet thought he looked exceptionally cute.

After a long and twisting ride through the narrows, they made one last turn down a tight alleyway, between two looming structures that appeared to be abandoned. Bumbles parked the car and the Joker motioned for him to stay seated, while he got out and held the door open for Violet. He took her hand and pulled her farther down the alley to a small metal door obscured by a dilapidated dumpster.

The Joker rapped sharply on the door. Almost immediately, a tiny little window opened at eye level in the door, just like in some movie about gangsters and prohibition. Violet expected to hear a hushed exchange of passwords but instead, the window snapped shut and the door swung inward, inviting them into the darkened interior. The Joker wasted no time pulling her after him into the building. She heard the door slam behind her and squinted into the pitch darkness trying to make out something. Then suddenly, she was blinded by bright dazzling light as someone flipped a switch.

Turning back towards the door in which they entered, Violet saw a very tall glamorous woman wearing far too much makeup and leaning with one arm against the door, posing. She was like an Amazon, taller and broader than Mr. Stitches was but with fantastically long legs and a huge head of long red hair, that cascaded down her back in a sleek sheet. She was dressed in a short black beaded cocktail dress with impossibly high black spiked heels. “Wow! “ Violet thought to herself. She was just too fantastic. As she stared at her with admiration, Violet realized with a start that this goddess was a…man!

“Violet this is Cherri Jubilee. Cherri this is Violet. As you can see, she needs clothes.” The Joker explained simply. “She is….special. So she needs something special --- and you're the only one who could possibly provide it, you freakish beauty."

The fabulous creature approached them and squealed with delight. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Violet. Mr. Joker, so wonderful to see you again. It’s been ages! As usual, you are too kind, you charming thing, you. I can’t tell you how pleased I was to get your call, my dear sweet boy.”

Cherri drew closer to Violet as she spoke, making a slow circle around her, appraising her with a critical eye. “Hmmm,” she muttered as she finished her evaluation. “Definite potential here. The purple is flattering on you, but I think…RED might bring something more exciting out in you and besides, that coat does nothing for your figure. Which appears to be…luscious. I must say this should be an interesting challenge. Oooo, I can’t wait to dress you up!”

Violet stood silently, smiling dreamily at tall exotically beautiful drag queen, as she watched and listened to that captivatingly low voice. Violet immediately liked her, and she found herself laughing softly and nodding as Cherri spoke.

“Mr. Stitches told me that you made his clothes. They are wonderful! I love them; I know anything made by you will be beautiful, Miss Jubilee. Thank you for helping me.” Violet said shyly.

Cherri beamed at her with a glittering smile, “Aren’t you the sweetest thing! Please call me Cherri, my dear. Mr.…uh…. ‘Stitches’ and I are old friends. We go back - don’t we, sweetheart? “Cherri looked fondly at the Joker. “It’s quite an honor to get a referral from him.”

The Joker stood back from the two “ladies” and watched their exchange with an expression of unconcealed excitement and anticipation as he rocked back on his heels, clasping his hands behind his back. He had known Cherri a long time, but had never introduced her or even talked about her to anyone. Their relationship was one of acceptance, trust and confidentiality. It was the only relationship like this, one in his life. Yet he hadn’t even debated about the wisdom of bringing Violet here. It just felt right, and he did it.

Cherri took Violet’s pale hand in her large elegant one and led her down a dark hallway, through a doorway into a large bright, dazzling room filled with beautiful fabrics and trims. Racks and racks of colorful fascinating clothes lined the edges of the room. In the center, there was an intricate black and white silk rug and a bench covered in rich fuchsia velvet. There appeared to be a spotlight over this area, leaving the edges of the room draped in shadow.

“Mr. Joker, please have a seat over there in the corner and make yourself comfortable. You know where the refreshments are. You are more than welcome to make yourself a drink, while we girls get acquainted. Violet darling, step out of those ridiculous shoes and come with me. Violet did as she was told, without question and followed Cherri across the floor to the center of the room and onto the luxurious rug. She stopped in front of the long ornate bench, where she stood waiting obediently.

Cherri sat down gracefully on the bench facing Violet. Biting her lip slightly, she looked up into Violet’s curious eyes and placed her hands lightly on Violet hips. Slowly and deliberately, she ran her hands up Violet’s body to the top button of the overcoat and with a sense of drama began unbuttoning it, letting the coat fall softly to the floor. Cherri took in the image of Violet in the Joker’s boxers and undershirt and smiled, glancing up at Violet with a knowing smile and a girlish giggle.

“I…uh, Miss….J, I mean Cherri, my other clothes were…burned.” Violet tried to explain to the exotic creature sitting in front of her.

“Oh my poor angel; we‘ll just have to do something about that.” Cherri said with coy expression.

Then, with the same slow precise movements, she continued undressing Violet. It was sort of like a strip tease, as each piece of clothing was sensuously peeled from her body and added to the pile on the floor. At last, Violet stood before Cherri completely naked and blushing with modesty.

“Lovely, lovely Mr. Joker…I am sooooo glad you brought this unpolished gem to me,” Cherri murmured, her tone low and velvety, as she caressed Violet with her heavily made up eyes.

“I knew you would be able to handle the situation, Miss Jubilee and meet all our needs-uh, “The Joker responded huskily from his seat in the darkness.

Cherri again placed her large powerful hands on Violet’s bare hips, her soft touch raising goose bumps along Violet’s tender skin. After a dramatic pause, Cherri began moving her hands over Violet’s body, admiring and assessing it.

Her hands moved slowly across Violet’s stomach and upwards in a slow swirling pattern, until they were gently cupping her ample breasts. Cherri’s eyes were intense now, as she continued murmuring encouragement and appreciation to Violet

She squeezed Violet’s heaving bosoms firmly in her strong hands, causing Violet to make a little sound. “Violet, your tits are simply luscious, and your sweet little nipples are so deliciously pink and…oh my, hard.” Cherri moved her hands take each taut nipple delicately between her fingers. Smiling up at Violet and pursing her lips, she carefully rolled Violets tender nipples back and forth in her fingers, until she finally pinched them firmly and laughed. Violet squealed softly with surprise but made no move to escape.

“Very sensitive and responsive, wonderful.” Cherri replied huskily, again cupping Violet breasts in her hands. “Now then, let’s see the rest of you.” Cherri ran her hands down Violet’s sides to her hips again. She turned Violet around and began stroking her back, lower and lower until her hands rested on her smooth ass. She kneaded it lovingly, and Violet found herself closing her eyes and leaning back against Cherri’s hands.

“Good girl, good girl…what a delightful succulent ass,” Sherri responded with same husky tone. Cherri moved her hands down over the backs of Violet legs and back to her ass. Kneading it again, Cherri worked her large thumbs inward and over Violet soft little pucker. Violet gasped at the touch and trembled as Cherri groaned lightly in the back of her throat. She continued stroking the tight rosy opening and then with a breathy sigh, Cherri turned Violet back around and again, rested her hands on Violet’s hips. She glanced toward the Joker, sitting silently in the shadows and turning back to Violet, she appeared to have gotten the response she wanted.

“Well, I think I just about have what I a need. But….Although, it’s not really necessary for an accurate fitting, there is one other area I have yet to explore.” Cherri purred, as she slowly moved her hands between Violet‘s thighs, nudging her legs apart. Cherri slid one large hand between Violet legs, cupping her womanhood and rubbing her palm against her wet lips. Violet’s eyes fluttered open with shock and she moaned, despite herself.

“Why, Miss Violet, you’re absolutely dewy. How delicious.” Cherri laughed and pushed a thick finger between the folds of her pussy, successfully searching out Violet’s quivering clit. Cherri pressed her finger against sensitive nub and began stroking it with enthusiasm. “Cherri! “ Violet panted and began rotating her hips hesitantly against the invading finger as she hugged herself tightly.

“Yes? My fingers seemed to have slipped. I hope you don’t mind. ” Cherri chuckled in a deep, decidedly un-feminine voice.

“Oh, you are exquisite! Please forgive my presumptuousness, but I simply must see that sweet throbbing nub of yours. It just feels so wonderful against my finger and quite swollen, you naughty little dear. You’re so wet; it’s perfectly intoxicating. I don’t usually take such an interest in my clients, especially female ones, but I just can’t help myself. Your pussy is so absolutely gorgeous. “

Before Violet could protest, Cherri stood and picked her up in one sweeping movement, laying her out on her back on the long velvet bench. She knelt down between Violet legs, as they draped helplessly down on either side. Cherri eyes were focused intently on Violet’s exposed pussy as she reached down and spread her wet lips as wide as she could and devoured her with her eyes.

From the shadows came a feral groan, as the Joker took in the unfolding scene. Without even realizing it, he reached down and began stroking the erection that strained at his pinstriped pants.

Cherri gasped again, “Violet! Oh my dear, you take my breath away. You are so adorable; I could just eat your sweet tender cunt, alive. In fact, I believe I will!! And diving down, Cherri began lapping gleefully at Violet’s dripping length. Violet screamed out at the overwhelming sensation and grasped her own breasts teasing her nipples and moaning.

“That’s it, my lovely, let Miss Cherri have as much of your sweet nectar as she can get. I warn you, I won’t be able to stop until I’ve had every last drop! You are the most delectable thing I’ve had in my mouth in a long time. That’s right now, keep your lovely legs open wide, or I shall be forced to tie them open! I won‘t be denied.” She laughed as she plunged her face into Violet’s trembling, aching pussy.

She pushed her mouth against Violet with a ferocious need, pressing her wide tongue along Violet’s length and taking long noisy slurping licks. She nipped at the sensitive folds of Violet’s pussy and engorged clit, dipping her long tongue into her opening as far as it would go then, greedily lapping up her juices again. Violet laid back and squirmed with pleasure, arching her back to lift herself up to Cherri’s mouth.

“Yes, that’s right!” Cherri encouraged between licks. Then she took Violet’s throbbing little button into her hot mouth and sucked it with an almost violent need - as if she were a hungry infant suckling at a generous tit. Again, Cherri pressed her face even farther between Violet legs and groaned into her quivering mound. At last, Violet’s dam broke against Cherri’s powerful oral assault, and she came with a glass-shattering scream. Cherri drew back and watched her with a pleased, demure smile. Then, she went to work, licking delicately at Violet’s throbbing pussy until she was satisfied she’d gotten every last drop. Just as she’d promised.

The Joker grunted loudly with his own release. He hadn’t meant to get so carried away, but damn the show was incredible.

Violet whimpered and wiggled as Cherri’s fingers held her lips wide open and her insistent tongue grazed her hypersensitive clit.

Finally, Cherri sat back and licked her fingers and lips clean with her long wicked tongue. Her intricate makeup was hopelessly smeared, following her feast. Violet simply watched, unable to move - her climax had been so powerful that she was completely drained. As she gazed at Cherri, Violet noticed with a start that it looked as though the eccentric drag queen had come too.

“Heavens, I feel quite drunk with you. You precious darling, I could have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner- and still never get tired of you!” Cherri looked into the shadows where the Joker sat, trying to catch his breath and smiled at him with affection.

“Now Mr. Joker, you just stay right where you are, sweetheart. Violet is still mine for a little while.” She gave a low chuckle and left the room.

Despite his friend’s instructions, the Joker slipped out briefly to clean himself up to some degree. He returned just before Cherri, slumping back into his chair. Cherri returned seconds later with warm damp cloth in one hand and some sheer dark red undergarments in the other.

In the short time, that Cherri was gone, she had expertly reapplied her makeup and changed her clothes. Now she was dressed in a long intricate dark blue and gold oriental dress with a slit up the side. Except for a mischievous twinkle in her eye, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Cherri knelt down again and gently cleaned between Violet’s legs with the soft cloth, wiping away the last residue of her makeup and Violet’s orgasm. Then laying the cloth aside, she helped Violet to stand on shaky legs, and resumed her seat on the bench.

“Now that I‘m inspired, let’s get down to business. Every successful outfit starts with the proper undergarments.” Cherri held up a delicate dark red g-string with tiny embroidery done in gold thread.

“Lovely isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” Violet finally managed to say.

“Of course it is. Now put your hand on my shoulder and I’ll put it on you” Violet obeyed, trying to help Cherri pull on the delicate lingerie.

Cherri swatted at her hand. “Stop that, you little minx, I will do the dressing.”

Violet pulled her hand away, as Cherri finished pulling the string snugly up between her smooth butt cheeks. Next, she dressed her in a matching red push-up bra that molded to her breasts flawlessly. Cherri stood again and returned seconds later carrying a beautiful red dress cradled in her arms, with a pair of thigh high black boots dangling from one hand. Settling herself daintily on the bench again, she finished dressing Violet, stood and embraced her warmly. "Perfect," she said softly.

“Come with me to the mirror and see how enchanting you look, darling,” Cherri implored, pulling Violet by the hand to a large mirror on their right. Violet regarded herself with surprise. The dress fit like a glove, but was surprisingly light and comfortable. The hem stopped just below where the boots started, hugging her hips perfectly. There were no embellishments but it was quite dramatic just the same, at the neck, the color was blood red, deepening to almost red-black at the hem. The sleeves were long and clung to her long arms, extending slightly past her wrists.

The Joker sat sprawled in his comfortable seat, and he whistled with appreciation at Violet’s new ensemble. She looked at him and grinned.

She had to admit that she didn’t look half-bad. Judging by Cherri’s expression, the Amazon drag queen thought the dress was perfect on her, so she couldn’t help but smile with pleasure. Violet had never owned or worn anything so beautiful, and she suddenly felt overwhelmed with gratitude. Tears formed in her eyes and she quickly looked away blinking furiously.

Cherri sucked in her breath at the sight. She swept Violet into her arms, brought her back to the bench and settled her into her large lap. “Sweet little Violet, please don’t cry“. Cherri exclaimed with genuine emotion as she cuddled and petted Violet, trying to sooth her. Violet automatically wrapped her arms Cherri‘s neck.

“I don’t know you well yet, but I’m a superb judge of people. It’s quite obvious to me that you have suffered deeply; that you still suffer in some ways. But let me tell you, little miss, you deserve to have nice things and to experience pleasure….and happiness. And if I have anything to say about it, you will. And besides all that, you have…Mr. Stitches now.”

Cherri looked at the Joker, her eyes filled with meaning, and the Joker grimaced inwardly.

Violet got a hold of herself, released Cherri and smiled, reassuring her that she was fine.

Cherri sat Violet on her feet and stood. “Let’s finish off your look so you and your handsome man here can be on your way. Knowing him as I do, I’m sure he’s getting a little antsy.”

“Miss Cherri, would it be ok if I, urm kept the boxers?” Violet asked shyly.

“Well of course, my dear Violet. I think I understand.” Cherri responded with a wink.

Cherri grasped Violet’s hand again and guided her into another room. When the two emerged, Violet’s wild hair had been tamed into soft shiny well-defined waves and her face had been made up to perfection.

The Joker had to admit that Miss Jubilee had outdone herself. In his eyes, Violet had always looked beautiful, whether covered in rags and soot or wearing a prison uniform. However, this new look added an aspect to her that was strikingly different. Dressed as she was, she exuded a new, intriguing sort of power that actually suited her. “Leave it to Cherri Jubilee, that warmhearted bitch,” the Joker thought with a roll of his eyes.

“Well?” Cherri asked with impatience.

“Hmm, I guess it will have to do.” The Joker replied with a shrug. However, he burst into laughter, when he saw the comically indignant looks on their faces.

Cherri sighed dramatically and smiled at him. “Thank you - That’s high praise, from you, Mr. Joker.”

Moments later, the waiting Bumbles was relieved to see the Joker emerge from the building with his arm around Violet‘s waist. His jaw dropped at the sight of Violet in her new "get-up" and he suddenly found it hard to breath. The Joker motioned impatiently for Bumbles, who immediately rushed from the car to where they stood by the open metal door. Reaching through the doorway, the Joker pulled out some bags and started loading Bumbles down with them. Each one was filled with clothes, shoes and underwear; compliments of the inimitable Miss Cherri Jubilee. When the last bag had been piled on Bumbles, the Joker nodded towards the heavy metal door, and it slammed shut with a loud bang. The sound made Violet feel sad, but in her heart, she knew she would see her new friend Cherri again.

Bumbles obediently loaded the bags into the trunk and tried desperately not to leer at Violet in her form-fitting dress and sexy leg-hugging boots as she and the Boss reentered the car.

Then getting back in the driver's seat, Bumbles slammed the door and they sped off again into the night.

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Here it is, finally! Once again, please please review, my darlings. ;D