A Life in DC
Chapter 9 - Part 2
Barbara's hand stilled on her thigh. Heat crept up her neck and across her cheeks, turning her fair skin pink. She could still hear Harley's broken "Daddy!" ringing in her ears, could still picture the obscene stretch, the way the man's heavy balls had slapped against her. Her nipples tightened against the inside of her suit.
"Not now, Steph," she muttered, but her voice lacked its usual steel. Her fingers twitched like they wanted to press harder between her legs.
Steph grinned wider, clearly enjoying herself. She leaned back on her hands, which only pushed her full breasts out more prominently, the suit straining. "Come on. You can't tell me you didn't watch it at least twice. That size? The way he just handled her? I'd let him wreck me in the back of a shitty sedan any day."
Cass shifted her weight, her firm ass flexing visibly in the tight suit. She signed again, slower this time, eyes flicking between the screens and her teammates: Big. Strong. They all want him. Her usually neutral expression had softened into something hotter, more intent. One hand unconsciously brushed down her own toned thigh.
Barbara exhaled shakily, trying to refocus on the feeds. Vieri's team was pulling up near the Kane Street building now. But the images from Harley's video kept flashing behind her eyes—thick veins, heavy balls, the way the women had fought over every inch. Her pussy throbbed once, insistently, and she pressed her thighs together under the console.
"Professional," she reminded them, though her voice came out a little breathy. "We stay on mission. If the Queens are inside that apartment, we need to be ready to pull the task force out or back them up."
Steph laughed softly, swinging her legs again so her thick ass jiggled slightly against the console. "Yeah, yeah. Mission first. But after this raid? We're revisiting that footage. All three of us. No excuses."
Cass gave a single, firm nod, the corner of her mouth twitching upward—the closest she ever got to a smirk. Her athletic body stayed coiled and ready, but the subtle shift in her stance made it clear she was just as affected. The firm cheeks of her ass tightened as she adjusted her weight, thighs pressing together once.
Barbara tried one last time to sound in control. "We watch the feeds. That's it." But even as she said it, her hand drifted back to her thigh, pressing a little firmer against the growing ache. The three of them stayed glued to the screens, bodies warm, breathing just a little heavier than usual.
None of them looked away.
In the back apartment at 438 Kane, the air hung thick with humidity and raw, unfiltered argument. The place was a dump—peeling wallpaper, a sagging couch, and a single bare bulb swinging overhead that cast harsh shadows across the cramped living room. The windows were boarded up tight, trapping the heat and the heavy scent of sex, pollen, and three very worked-up women.
Harley Quinn paced like a caged tiger, her red-and-black pigtails bouncing with every step. Her tight jester outfit clung to her compact, athletic body, the red-and-black material stretched across her perky tits and hugging the firm curve of her ass. The shorts rode up high, showing plenty of smooth thigh as she moved. She had her phone clutched in one gloved hand, the cracked speaker blasting her own recorded moans on loop.
"—split this little clown cunt wide fuckin' open, Daddy!" Harley's voice echoed from the phone, loud and shameless. She grinned, manic and glowing with pride, stopping to thrust her hips like she was back in that car seat. "See? Told you bitches. I got the full ride. He came so hard I was leaking him down my thighs for hours after. That thick load just kept dripping out every time I moved. That's my man now. First dibs when we drag his fine ass back here tonight. I'm climbing on that monster cock the second we walk through his door."
Poison Ivy stood by the boarded-up window, arms crossed tight under her heavy green tits. The motion pushed them up even more, the soft, full mounds nearly spilling out of her leafy bodysuit. Her skin had that perfect emerald glow, flushed darker now with anger, and her long red hair cascaded loose down her back. Vines curled lazily around her bare ankles and calves, twitching like they were feeding off her mood. Her wide hips and thick, powerful thighs shifted as she glared at Harley, the suit clinging to every curve of her ass.
"Your man?" Ivy's voice was low and dangerous, but laced with heat. "That cock is blessed by the Green, Harley. It's not some cheap toy you get to film and blast out like a party favor. You contaminated it with your clown stink. When he fucked me on that table, the Green sang. I felt it deep—every pulse, every thick spurt pumping straight into my womb like the earth itself was breeding me. You turned something sacred into your little sideshow."
Selina Kyle sat perched on the arm of the old couch, one long leg swinging lazily. Her black catsuit gleamed under the swinging bulb, the shiny material molded perfectly to her lean, dangerous body. It hugged her firm, high tits, the zipper pulled low enough to show deep cleavage, and clung to the tight, rounded swell of her ass like a second skin. She held a small whetstone in one hand, sharpening one of her claws with slow, deliberate strokes—shink… shink… shink—the steady sound cutting through the chaos.
"Both of you shut the fuck up," Selina said, her voice cold, flat, and razor sharp. "I found him first. I broke into his house, pinned his drunk ass to his own living room floor, and took every single inch before either of you even knew his name. I rode that fat cock until I passed out twice, woke up leaking his cum, and still went back for more the next morning. He's been mine since that night. You two are just catching up, playing catch with my leftovers."
Harley spun toward her, eyes wide with delight, practically vibrating. She hopped up onto the coffee table, ass flexing in those tiny shorts as she planted her boots. "Ohhh, listen to Kitty Cat getting all territorial! You passed out twice the first time, remember? I saw the bruises on your thighs. He wrecked you good, left you a drooling mess. But me? I made him cum straight down my throat in the front seat of his shitty sedan like it was nothing. He was calling me his dirty little slut the whole time, pulling my pigtails, fucking my face until my mascara ran. And I swallowed every drop while telling him how much better I was than his brooding bat ex."
Ivy's vines twitched hard. One thick green tendril snaked across the dirty floor toward Harley's boot, curling threateningly around her ankle. "The Green chose him, you idiot. When he cums inside me it feels like pure life exploding in my belly—hot, thick, endless. My pussy was still fluttering for hours after. You two treat it like a game. It's sacred. It's power."
Selina's lips curved into a dangerous little smile. She set the whetstone down and stood slowly, rolling her shoulders so her tits shifted enticingly in the tight suit. "Sacred? Please. I rode that massive thing until I blacked out and woke up begging for round two. I don't need plants or mallets to make him lose control. I just climb on, sink down, and take what's mine. He remembers exactly how tight I am. How wet I get for him."
Harley cackled, hopping off the table and thrusting her hips again, ass jiggling. "Mine! Mine! Mine! You bitches sound like jealous housewives fighting over the last good dick in Gotham. Fine. We hit the Wayne annex tonight, grab those shiny jewels, then we swing by his place and settle this the fun way. Winner gets first ride on that fat cock. Losers get to watch and touch themselves while I take every inch."
Ivy's eyes narrowed, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward, a hungry glint mixing with the anger. "You're on, clown. But when he's buried balls-deep in me again, stretching my pussy wide while the Green lights up like fireworks inside me, don't cry when he forgets your name and pumps me full instead."
Selina stepped closer, whip now uncoiled and dangling from her fingers, the tip brushing the floor. "Keep dreaming, both of you. He remembers exactly who pinned him down first, who made him cum so hard he couldn't even speak. I had him wrapped around my finger—and my cunt—before you two even got a taste."
The argument kept rolling hot, voices overlapping in a filthy, vicious, half-laughing tangle. Harley kept bragging about how loud she screamed "Daddy" in the car. Ivy described in vivid detail how the Green made her cum harder than either of them ever could. Selina cut in with cold, cutting reminders of that first night in Vieri's house—how she'd taken control, how she'd made him fuck her senseless on his own floor.
Tits heaved with every angry breath. Harley's perky chest bounced as she gestured wildly. Ivy's full green breasts strained against her suit. Selina's firm tits pressed together as she crossed her arms, glaring. Asses shifted and flexed—Harley's tight and bouncy, Ivy's thick and powerful, Selina's sleek and deadly. Vines kept twitching across the floor. The whip hissed softly. The phone kept playing Harley's recorded moans on loop, adding to the chaotic, horny noise.
The three of them were so wrapped up in their fight—pushing, shoving, voices rising—that none of them heard the footsteps outside.
The argument was still going full blast—Harley cackling, Ivy hissing about the Green, Selina snapping something sharp—when the door exploded inward with a deafening crack of wood and metal.
Vieri's team came through the door like a battering ram. The flashbang rolled across the filthy carpet with a metallic clink, then detonated in a blinding white burst and a deafening crack that rattled the windows. Thick smoke billowed out instantly, turning the cramped living room into a hazy warzone.
"GCPD! Hands where we can see them!" Vieri shouted, Glock up and steady as he moved through the stack, vest tight across his chest.
Harley Quinn didn't even flinch. Her mallet was already swinging in a wide, vicious arc before the flash even faded. "Party crashers!" she shrieked, laughing wildly as the heavy wood whistled through the smoke. It connected with a sickening thud against one officer's riot shield, sending the man stumbling back into the hallway.
Vines exploded from the floorboards like living green whips, thick and thorny, lashing out in every direction. Poison Ivy stood near the window, her full green breasts heaving with fury, the leafy material of her bodysuit stretched tight across her wide hips and powerful thighs. Her red hair whipped around her face as she thrust her hands forward, directing the plants with vicious precision. One thick vine slammed into Vieri's chest like a heavyweight punch, lifting him clean off his feet and hurling him sideways through an open doorway into the back bedroom.
Selina Kyle moved like liquid shadow in the chaos. Her black catsuit gleamed under the swinging bulb, hugging every lethal curve—firm, high tits straining against the zipper, tight waist flaring into a perfect, rounded ass that flexed with every step. Her bullwhip cracked out with a sharp hiss, wrapping around another cop's wrist and yanking him off balance. She twisted gracefully, using the man's own momentum to slam him into the wall.
The three women turned on the intruders in perfect, chaotic sync—Harley cackling and swinging her mallet like a demented carnival ride, Ivy hissing commands as vines erupted everywhere, Selina flowing between targets with deadly grace. The apartment turned into a storm of green, leather, and red-and-black chaos.
Vieri hit the bedroom floor hard, the vine still wrapped around his torso. He rolled, trying to get his bearings, but the door slammed shut behind him on its own with a heavy thud. Deep claw marks from Selina's gauntlet gouged the wood as it sealed.
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