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Adult ++
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Compromising Situations
Title: Compromising Situations
Author: Harlequin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Joker/Harley Quinn/ Batman
The heavy beats pounded in Harley’s ears as she worked her way towards the stage. The lights strobed around her quick enough to send her into grand-mal seizures, but she continued. She rolled her eyes at the neon pinup girls spread-eagled along the walls of The Shotgun Shack. The club was in the Narrows but there was never a shortage of horny Gotham businessmen sitting along the runway with their dirty dollar bills clutched in their hands. She had done many things in her life, but stripping for money was not one of them. Just the thought of Gotham’s scummy underbelly drooling and pawing all over her was enough to make her stomach turn. But of course, he had asked her to do this and she could never tell him no. Rumor had it that Sal Maroni’s dear, sweet little Frankie- angel frequented this club. And unfortunately for him, he was left behind to settle his father’s debt.
Sneaking behind the stage, she moved with catlike precision as she carefully avoided the other girls and bouncers. To her delight, she saw that she came almost immediately to the door of the dressing room. Peeking inside, she saw that the room was empty, save for one girl who sat at the mirror applying makeup to her ridiculously large bosom. Harley edged behind the rack of costumes, approaching the girl slowly, so as not to be seen in the mirror. She watched her for a moment, teasing her blonde hair higher and higher. Her fishnets had impeccable seams that ran all the way up the back of her leg and her high heels made Harley think of a ballet dancer on pointe. She smiled, a little part of her wishing that she could be like that-- sexy and flawless-- instead of the clumsy, awkward little girl that she always tried to repress. It never seemed to work. She was always doing something ridiculous or messing something up. As the girl stood up and fluffed her hair into place, smoothing out her breakaway clothing, her grace filled Harley with a rage. She leapt at the girl, pushing her hard into the mirror before she could scream.
“Think you’re better than me, bitch?” she screamed, grabbing the girl by the hair and bashing her trashy blonde head into the mirror again, this time shattering the silvery pieces all over the room.
“What the f--” the girl shrieked, trying to throw Harley off of her. Blood ran in streaks down her face, shards of the mirror littering her brow.
“With your heels--- and your fake nails--- and your plastic breasts--” She accented each word with another punch until the girl fell unconscious, sliding under the makeup table. Harley kicked her once more before pulling her hat off and wiping the girl’s blood from her face. She looked around, wondering what she should wear. She knew this place was a full nudity club, so easy to take off was a plus. She knew that there was only one important accessory.
Harley pulled the bag she’d carried from over her shoulder and began rummaging through it. A small velvet case, as one might receive a ring in, was at the bottom of the bag. She opened it carefully, seeing the small shiny object glistening in the light of the large white bulbs that lined the table. To unsuspecting eyes, it was a simple piece of jewelry. A diamond perhaps, only a little larger. It had a round back on it that would fit through the new hole just over her navel. She sighed nervously and began to undress, her eyes focused on the small thing. She chose a lacy red bra that would match the red g-string she already wore perfectly. A pair of thigh high black and red striped stockings and a wig of bright red pigtails, and she looked like any other stripper. She hoped that the small diamond pattern tattoo on her left hip didn’t give her away. Carefully, she took the small navel charm from the box and fitted it into place, taking care not to let the concealed button on the front touch her skin. With a look back at the unconscious stripper, she giggled and walked out the door.
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A few days earlier…
“You have to hold still, Harley.” The Joker held the large needle over the flame in one hand while pinching the skin just over her navel with the other.
“You know… I’m not so sure I want to do this--”
“Don’t be such a baby, pet. Just a little pinprick and it will be over.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Her voice shook with a nervous shudder. She wasn’t sure how he had talked her into this. Probably sometime between the kiss that completely stole her breath and the screaming orgasm he’d brought her to with his tongue and fingertips. Now here she was, lying naked beneath a psychopath with a hot needle. It suddenly crossed her mind that this was how she always got into trouble. “Shouldn’t you be wearing gloves or something?”
“Any germs I’ve got… you’ve already been exposed. And I’ll pour alcohol into it when I’m done.”
“What?!” she shrieked, sitting up.
“Sh sh sh…” he chided, pressing her back down on the bed. “I don’t want to slip.” Harley bit her lip, closing her eyes and trying to think of someplace happy. He leaned over her so close that she could feel his breath against her belly. His hand was amazingly steady as he poised the tip of the needle over the tiny x he’d drawn above her navel. He hesitated for a split second and Harley opened one eye just in time to see him punch the needle through her skin. It was bizarre at first, as there was no pain, just a pinprick of burning. The burning soon turned into a stinging pain that made her inhale sharply and try to squirm away.
“Owwwwww…” she whimpered as he tightened his grip on her, using his elbow to press against her pelvic bone, holding her still.
“Don’t move!” he barked. “You’ll mess it up and I’ll have to do it over!”
“Noooo…” she whined, pulling at the sheets, trying to be still. She took deep breaths as he slid the needle through, working it around in circles to form the hole. Each movement felt like stabbing fire and by the time he was done, tears rolled in streams down her face. “Are you done?” she sobbed.
“Almost.” She looked at him and saw that his eyes glinted with a fascinated stare. It wasn’t like he was enjoying her pain, more like interested in it. With a quick flick of his wrist, he had pulled the needle out and pushed the small stud through the tiny hole. “There… that should do for now.”
Harley sat up on her elbows and looked down at the reddened flesh around her bellybutton. “That’s it?”
“Awww… is pet’s jewelry not impressive enough?” he asked in his sing-songy voice. “Not to worry… the charm I’ve got for you is… to die for.”
Author: Harlequin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Joker/Harley Quinn/ Batman
The heavy beats pounded in Harley’s ears as she worked her way towards the stage. The lights strobed around her quick enough to send her into grand-mal seizures, but she continued. She rolled her eyes at the neon pinup girls spread-eagled along the walls of The Shotgun Shack. The club was in the Narrows but there was never a shortage of horny Gotham businessmen sitting along the runway with their dirty dollar bills clutched in their hands. She had done many things in her life, but stripping for money was not one of them. Just the thought of Gotham’s scummy underbelly drooling and pawing all over her was enough to make her stomach turn. But of course, he had asked her to do this and she could never tell him no. Rumor had it that Sal Maroni’s dear, sweet little Frankie- angel frequented this club. And unfortunately for him, he was left behind to settle his father’s debt.
Sneaking behind the stage, she moved with catlike precision as she carefully avoided the other girls and bouncers. To her delight, she saw that she came almost immediately to the door of the dressing room. Peeking inside, she saw that the room was empty, save for one girl who sat at the mirror applying makeup to her ridiculously large bosom. Harley edged behind the rack of costumes, approaching the girl slowly, so as not to be seen in the mirror. She watched her for a moment, teasing her blonde hair higher and higher. Her fishnets had impeccable seams that ran all the way up the back of her leg and her high heels made Harley think of a ballet dancer on pointe. She smiled, a little part of her wishing that she could be like that-- sexy and flawless-- instead of the clumsy, awkward little girl that she always tried to repress. It never seemed to work. She was always doing something ridiculous or messing something up. As the girl stood up and fluffed her hair into place, smoothing out her breakaway clothing, her grace filled Harley with a rage. She leapt at the girl, pushing her hard into the mirror before she could scream.
“Think you’re better than me, bitch?” she screamed, grabbing the girl by the hair and bashing her trashy blonde head into the mirror again, this time shattering the silvery pieces all over the room.
“What the f--” the girl shrieked, trying to throw Harley off of her. Blood ran in streaks down her face, shards of the mirror littering her brow.
“With your heels--- and your fake nails--- and your plastic breasts--” She accented each word with another punch until the girl fell unconscious, sliding under the makeup table. Harley kicked her once more before pulling her hat off and wiping the girl’s blood from her face. She looked around, wondering what she should wear. She knew this place was a full nudity club, so easy to take off was a plus. She knew that there was only one important accessory.
Harley pulled the bag she’d carried from over her shoulder and began rummaging through it. A small velvet case, as one might receive a ring in, was at the bottom of the bag. She opened it carefully, seeing the small shiny object glistening in the light of the large white bulbs that lined the table. To unsuspecting eyes, it was a simple piece of jewelry. A diamond perhaps, only a little larger. It had a round back on it that would fit through the new hole just over her navel. She sighed nervously and began to undress, her eyes focused on the small thing. She chose a lacy red bra that would match the red g-string she already wore perfectly. A pair of thigh high black and red striped stockings and a wig of bright red pigtails, and she looked like any other stripper. She hoped that the small diamond pattern tattoo on her left hip didn’t give her away. Carefully, she took the small navel charm from the box and fitted it into place, taking care not to let the concealed button on the front touch her skin. With a look back at the unconscious stripper, she giggled and walked out the door.
********************************
A few days earlier…
“You have to hold still, Harley.” The Joker held the large needle over the flame in one hand while pinching the skin just over her navel with the other.
“You know… I’m not so sure I want to do this--”
“Don’t be such a baby, pet. Just a little pinprick and it will be over.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Her voice shook with a nervous shudder. She wasn’t sure how he had talked her into this. Probably sometime between the kiss that completely stole her breath and the screaming orgasm he’d brought her to with his tongue and fingertips. Now here she was, lying naked beneath a psychopath with a hot needle. It suddenly crossed her mind that this was how she always got into trouble. “Shouldn’t you be wearing gloves or something?”
“Any germs I’ve got… you’ve already been exposed. And I’ll pour alcohol into it when I’m done.”
“What?!” she shrieked, sitting up.
“Sh sh sh…” he chided, pressing her back down on the bed. “I don’t want to slip.” Harley bit her lip, closing her eyes and trying to think of someplace happy. He leaned over her so close that she could feel his breath against her belly. His hand was amazingly steady as he poised the tip of the needle over the tiny x he’d drawn above her navel. He hesitated for a split second and Harley opened one eye just in time to see him punch the needle through her skin. It was bizarre at first, as there was no pain, just a pinprick of burning. The burning soon turned into a stinging pain that made her inhale sharply and try to squirm away.
“Owwwwww…” she whimpered as he tightened his grip on her, using his elbow to press against her pelvic bone, holding her still.
“Don’t move!” he barked. “You’ll mess it up and I’ll have to do it over!”
“Noooo…” she whined, pulling at the sheets, trying to be still. She took deep breaths as he slid the needle through, working it around in circles to form the hole. Each movement felt like stabbing fire and by the time he was done, tears rolled in streams down her face. “Are you done?” she sobbed.
“Almost.” She looked at him and saw that his eyes glinted with a fascinated stare. It wasn’t like he was enjoying her pain, more like interested in it. With a quick flick of his wrist, he had pulled the needle out and pushed the small stud through the tiny hole. “There… that should do for now.”
Harley sat up on her elbows and looked down at the reddened flesh around her bellybutton. “That’s it?”
“Awww… is pet’s jewelry not impressive enough?” he asked in his sing-songy voice. “Not to worry… the charm I’ve got for you is… to die for.”