The Pleasure of Poison - 5 (Patreon)

Harley didn’t bother holding in her laughter as she watched Ivy untangle herself from her lover’s arms. It wasn’t every day she got to see Red bug-eyed and frantic. The view was nothing to complain about, either. Naked, sweaty, glistening flesh of the male and female variety.

Red had always been a sight for sore eyes, with those legs and those bazooms and that mane of wild, wavy hair. Damn if her new bunkmate didn’t put a spike in Harley’s pulse, though. Normally she was a lean and mean kind of gal, but golly did this kid have a body to drool for. And he had to be a kid with a face as fresh as his. Nineteen, Harley figured. Some college boy Red snatched up on her way over here, no doubt about it.

She always knew how to pick her helpers…

Red was sitting up on the cot now, brushing dampened crimson locks from her bright green eyes - they always glowed a bit brighter after a nice tangle in the sheets, Harley remembered.

“Harley.” Ivy greeted her with a bit of bite. “How’d you find me?”

Not that Harley could blame her for being a little ticked off - getting plowed like the morning snow only to get her ride cut short? Who wouldn’t be? But you’d think after all the times they’d partnered up, Red would’ve picked up at least a little sense of humor.

“What, not even a hello?” Harley sauntered up closer, eyeing up Ivy and her boytoy as she did. “I’d say that’s cold-blooded, but you don’t really have blood no more, do ya?”

“Harley…” Red closed her eyes and exhaled. Her handsome friend remained quiet, bewildered, looking between them in an almost innocent daze.

Innocent. Like he wasn’t just putting Red there straight through the cot.

“Relax, Red. Heard ya broke out. Knew you’d head for an old safehouse. Guessed it’d be this one. Lucky me.” Harley let her eyes drift to the very fit, very handsome, very hung young man now sitting at the edge of the cot. “Lucky, lucky me…”

All of him was hanging down, shaft and balls swaying, swaying, like they were trying to hypnotize her. No wonder Red was screaming… 

“And who is this studmuffin?” Harley set her hands on her hips, taking the chance to admire the young man up close. A heartthrob’s face, with those shiny eyes, mouth made for kissing - like he stepped straight off some teen Soap backlot. “Aincha gonna introduce me?”

“He’s-”

“I’m Tom.” The beefcake cutie went and offered his hand along with a proud smile, completely uncaring of his own nudity. Not that Harley minded. “I’m Miss Ivy’s muscle.”

“You sure are. Mrowr.”

“He’s a helper.” Ivy cut in sharply. “For now.”

“For now? You gettin' rid of him?” Harley asked, stunned. Giving the young man another look over only doubled her confusion. “Seems like an awful waste to me, Red.”

Her friend rolled her eyes, letting out one of her familiar scoffs. Just one of the many little things Harley had missed about her best gal pal.

“I will waste nothing.” Red pushed back. She leaned back on the cot, propped up by her arms, crossing one bare, supple leg over the other. All that time in Arkham hadn’t done a thing to sap her looks. “Until I gather more disciples, Tom here is all I have. Once I have more help… perhaps I’ll make him my pet.”

Red’s cherry lips shaped into a smirk. She reached over, gently scratching under her loyal stud’s chin. Tom groaned softly, enjoying his mistress’ affection.

“Would you like that?” Red asked him in that low, honeyed voice. “To serve beneath me forevermore?”

The teenager let out another low, pleasant hum. Even the slightest touch from the woman who enchanted him brought intense joy. Harley knew the feeling.

“Sounds great, Miss Ivy.” He answered with dazed, dreamy eyes. Harley knew that look, too. A light cackle came rising in her throat.

“Real romantic, this guy.”

“He’s sweet.” Red defended, shooting Harley a hard look. This time it was Red’s turn to give Tom a glance over. “And fit.”

“I’ll say. How’d you end up with him? Steal him straight from the gym or what?”

“Upper class suburb.” Red let out a huff, relief carried on her breath. “It was dumb luck I ran into Mr. Varsity here and not Eugene, the quant analyst with twigs for arms.”

Harley’s eyebrows shot up. Focusing on Tom again, this time scrutinizing instead of admiring. The buzz that ran through her skin was more than just shock. It was downright scandalous.

“Mr. Varsity, huh?”

“That’s what I said.” Red was starting to sound irked again. Like she knew exactly where Harley was taking this.

“Huh. Didn’t know you went for school boys.”

“I don’t.”

“Eh, It’s no big deal, Red. Robbin’ the cradle wouldn’t even be the worst thing on your rap sheet-”

“He’s eighteen.” Red snapped as she sat up. “I checked his ID.”

“Kids can get fake IDs.”

Red scoffed. Her crimson mane whipped as she turned towards Tom.

“Tom. Is your ID fake?”

“No, Miss Ivy.”

Poison Ivy sat back with pursed lips, an arched brow, and a petulant, victorious glint in the eye. Her look simmered with just one word: See?

Harley just grinned back. Buttons were meant to be mashed and smashed until they were worn down and popping out. And her dear Red had so, so many!

“So Red here’s been treating you good, hot stuff?” Harley asked pretty boy Tom. The barely-legal youth perked up, grinning all friendly-like as if he wasn’t sitting there in his birthday suit - with all that cock hanging out for Harley to see.

“Everything’s been great!” He said, absolutely beaming. “Best night of my life so far!”

Harley had to snicker. “I’ll bet.”

The blessed teen scooted just a bit closer - barely moved an inch - but just the simple act of shifting on the cot had his manhood swaying again, meat and gonads caught in the dance of gravity. Harley almost lost her concentration, seeing all that swinging back and forth. Back… and forth… between firm, drool-worthy legs.

“Are you the real Harley Quinn?” He asked her, starstruck. It would have made Harley blush… if his naked, sweaty body wasn’t already doing the job.

“In the pale flesh, handsome!” Harley sang. There was something in the wondrous shine of the younger man’s eyes that compelled her to do a little spin for him, letting him get a full look at her villainess threads. “Hotpants and all!”

She was rewarded with his earnest sigh. The look on his face, it was as if he was lovestruck all over again.

“Wow. Love the shorts. And the corset.”

Damn, right. I worked hard on the corset.

Harley had always been a sucker for sweet words. The real buzz came from knowing she had his tongue wagging even if Red already claimed his heart. What a way to make a wanted woman feel wanted!

“Thanks, boo!” She blew him a little kiss… then gave her pretty, green gal pal the side eye. “At least somebody is happy to see me.”

“Harley…”

But Harley was not done. In fact, she was just getting started. She started to pace.

“You know, it hurts a little. My best gal breaks out of the joint and she doesn’t call me first?”

“Harley.”

“And when I come racing over here to set up a Welcome Back bash, just for you an’ me - I was gonna get us a cake, too! A really big one that I’d jump out of and everything! Instead, I get to walk in on you getting stuffed and basted like the Halloween Turkey!”

“Harley.” Red shot to her feet, fuming, though she quickly composed herself. Breathing in slowly, she closed her eyes, finding calm. “Get to the point, please.”

Harley pursed her lips in thought - for show, of course. Her target was already in sight and she was zeroed all the way fucking in. She sauntered her way back towards the cot, swinging her hotpant-clad hips as she eyed up Tom, his bod, and very tasty rod. God, she couldn’t stop looking at it, all long and thick and hard and wettened from Red’s tight little pussy to a nice, mouthwatering sheen. No wonder the bitch had been screaming.

“I came all this way, thinking I’d offer you my help, my criminal expertise, from the kindness of my wicked, nasty heart. ‘Cept now I think I should be getting a little something in return, Red.” Harley kept her focus fixed below Tom’s waist, not bothering to hide her lascivious smile. “Or a big something, if you know what I mean. Call it a token of appreciation. For all our years of friendship.”

Red hit her with a look that screamed a critical lack of patience… Yet that only made the glee fluttering in Harley’s belly flutter that much stronger.

Poison Ivy crossed her arms over her naked breasts and let out a tired, thoroughly unimpressed sigh.

“...And what kind of token of appreciation did you have in mind?”

“Do you really need to ask, Red?”

“You can be straight-forward with me or you can head on home, Harley.”

Harley put up her hands, giggling as she swung closer to Tom. She set a hand on his bare, broad, finely muscled chest - hot to the touch he was, even through her gloves she could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It made her fingertips buzz and her heart quicken. Too damn long since her last roll in the sheets. Too damn long.

“I wanna see if Mr. Varsity here has the stamina to go a few rounds with me. You’ve already taken him for a ride of your own… You think he can handle another go?”

Red stared her down. For a long, long moment, the only sound in the safehouse was the low buzz of the fluorescent lights and the drumming of Red’s fingers along her arm. The green goddess glanced Tom’s way, nostrils flaring, jaw tightening.

“Fine.” She finally relented. “Tom, do what she tells you.”

“Sure thing!” He barely had the time to answer before Harley was planting her tush in his lap. She grabbed his head and caught his lips, raking her fingers through his hair. Nice, soft hair. Not greasy like Puddin’s. Silky and smooth like Red’s. And a pretty damn talented tongue, to boot. Then there were his strong, warm hands settling on the small of her back, pulling her closer, making her backside grind along that long, hard thing sprouting from his groin. His nice, fat dick, swollen and twitching, pressing into her ass - she could feel how hot he was straight through the fabric of her shorts. It was enough to make a girl’s head spin.

Miraculously, she was able to hear Red’s voice cutting through it all.

“Harley.” Her friend warned. “Don’t break him.”

The blonde jester pulled back from sucking face, breathless and giddy. Tom needed no direction, already making for her throat and collarbone, trailing kisses along her bare skin. Trailing down, down, down to the tops of her breasts - made nice and perky thanks to her corset. Gave the teen’s hungry mouth plenty to sample and taste.

“Don’t you worry, Red!” Harley assured her with a devilish wink. “I ain’t gonna hurt a single hair on his pretty, little head. I’d never break our boytoy.”

“Our boytoy?”

“Hey, what’s mine is yours, right?” Harley didn’t wait for an answer. She yanked Tom’s head back up from her tits, bringing his gaze to meet her own. “Now c’mere, hot stuff. Time to take Harley for a long, hard ride.”

She smashed her lips against his, sending them both tumbling back on the cot, making the little bed squeak and groan beneath them. Discomfort was nothing, out of mind. There was only the deep, primal joy of skin on skin, tongue against tongue… and the knowledge that she’d be getting her own taste of Tommy Boy’s fat fucking cock very, very soon.

-  -  -

Barbara Gordon put out a gloved hand, using the branch just above her for balance. Her only company up here was the sound of crickets and the faint midnight breeze.

A couple hundred yards away and fifty-or-so feet down, red and blue flashed together, pulsing in rhythm. Half a dozen squad cars, maybe more by Barbara’s count, packing the house driveway and the road as well.

Barbara flicked on her comms.

“GCPD’s already here, Alfred. Whole street is swarming with them.” She informed the lone man currently running Batman HQ.

“An excessive response, but understandable.” Alfred Pennyworth’s refined voice crackled back over the line. “Poison Ivy has always given Gotham authorities trouble. And this is not the first time she’s abducted a member of the upper class.”

Barbara nodded, remembering when Ivy had snagged Bruce Wayne himself. But that had been before her time. Back when she was a civilian.

“It’s the first time she’s snatched up a high school student, though. What the hell could she want with the Bradfords’ kid?”

“Perhaps a bargaining chip?” Alfred put forth. “A hostage to trade for ransom.”

Barbara considered the thought, frowning. Another breeze came, sweeping through her cape and loose hair. Leaves flew by, catching on her suit. She steadied herself on her high perch.

“Ivy’s never been big on cold, hard cash. What’s the angle?”

“It’s possible she simply wanted some company.” Alfred’s tone made it difficult to tell if he was joking. “Arkham has never been the best place to socialize. Or so I’ve heard.”

“Heh.” Barbara snapped her binoculars shut, clicking them back onto her belt. “Well, I’m not getting close to the house. Too crowded now. Can you get me any nearby traffic cams? Radio chatter said they took one of the family cars. I can start looking if you give me a direction.”

“Already working on it, Miss Gordon.”

There was no point just standing around then. Barbara dropped from her branch to the one below, then on down to the one below that. Tension in her arms as she caught each one, but it was pure cake for a gold medal gymnast. In no time, her boots crunched against the forest floor - and the neighborhood lights were out of sight. Barbara let out a huff, brushing the leaves from her cape and suit.

“Bruce chose a hell of time to be off-world.” She muttered.

“Quite.” Alfred crackled over the comm again. “Though he left Gotham in capable hands. I have footage of a black Mustang heading west, towards the river. License plate matches vehicle registered to the Bradford family. The footage was recorded some hours ago, I’m afraid.”

It was enough.

Barbara was already heading for the dirt road. Her bike would be waiting there, hidden in the nearby brush.

“West. River. Got it. Thanks, Alfred. I’m on the move.”

Somewhere out there, somebody’s son was trapped in Poison Ivy’s snare. Luckily for him, a certified Batgirl rescue was well on the way.