Gotham Girls Gone Wild

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a world of it occurred, nor would it.

Gotham Girls Gone Wild

starring Camila Mendes, Lili Reinhart, and Madelaine Petsch

(MFFF, oral, anal, cons)

by MrMaxLord

Camila, Lili and Madelaine had been friends for years, and not just work friends from being on the same show for seven years. Real deal friends that had a bond beyond any acting job and like any true friendship the trio had traditions. Perhaps the favorite of these traditions was Halloween. The three loved to match up on Halloween. They'd done wonders with the Powerpuff Girls and absolutely nailed it as the Sanderson Sisters from Hocus Pocus. This latest Halloween however, they all agreed might be the one it'd be impossible to top. This Halloween they were going to go out as Catwoman, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, the Gotham City Sirens.

Cami had opted for a bit of 60's inspired, Julie Newmar-coded fare. Lili went for something a bit more traditional though without the make-up and in red and black skintight vinyl and Madelaine took inspiration from from cartoons to comics to live action for her rendition of Pamela Isley. They took the tradition very seriously, despite the fun inherent in playing dress up.

Of course, that wasn't the only Halloween tradition they had, though the second one wasn't necessarily seasonal. However, the costumes did add something to it. The trio were fans of finding a guy to share among themselves regardless of the time of year. Often times the trio would become a quartet, but this year would not be like that due to the absence of their compatriot in carnal desires Vanessa Morgan. Still, that had never stopped them from having fun in the past, nor would it this Halloween.

The moment they exited their ride all eyes and cameras were on them as they walked arm in arm to the party. The camera flashes weren't insane, they rarely were at these events. They weren't movie premieres or industry parties, but they were young Hollywood parties and that did entail a pap presence. That was fine with them, as all three women were eager to show off their costumes and how well they fit.

Of course, just because all eyes were on them didn't mean that the women weren't looking themselves. Casually at first as it was rare any among them, even Madelaine, would slum it with a pap just on the principal of privacy. Still it never hurt to look.

Once they were inside the gathering the trio made it to a seat just far away enough from the action that they could talk to each other without raising their voices.

"Time to scan the crowd ladies," Cami said. "We know what we're looking for, yes?"

"I haven't forgotten our terms," Madelaine assured. "We need a guy with a costume on par with ours."

"Because if he gets that in depth with his costume he's going to be detailed oriented in lots of other, more fun areas," Lili.

"Good, a gold star for both of you," Cami said with a grin. "Remember, either we're all in on one guy or he's a no go." The other two nodded and began to look over the room as casually as possible. When one of their eyes fell on a cocktail server they ordered drinks, albeit weak ones, just to be inconspicuous.

"What about that guy over there?" Lili said, pointing out the prospect. "The guy in the Star Trek suit, the movie one."

"Very nice," Cami said. "I'm no Trekkie but the attention to detail is there."

"Eh, I'm not feeling sci-fi tonight," Madelaine says. "I want something sexy. That's cool but it's not sexy. Batman? That's sexy."

"True, but I think we need to see their face at least," Lili said. "I don't want him keeping the cowl on while he's on top of me."

"Fair enough," Madelaine said. "How about the guy dressed as Thor? He has the muscles, the long hair, makes me curious if he has the stamina of a god."

"Pass," Lili said. "He clashes. Not in the mood for a multiverse event. Unless of course you spot a Deadpool or a Spider-Man."

"Ladies, I spy with my little eye someone with potential," Cami said, discreetly pointing with her golden-clawed finger. When their eyes saw what Cami's did, they all instantly saw what she did. "Fits right in, doesn't he?"

That he did. The focus of their attention went to a group of about six people, though a couple might have been party drifters, walking from conversation to conversation in search of drugs or sex or any kind of connection a person could find at Hollywood parties. They were all dressed as something different but also bland, save for the one their eyes fell on.

While he wasn't muscle bound like the God of Thunder Madelaine had spotted he wore the three piece suit he was adorned with a unique style and sex appeal, a noteworthy skill considering the garish but-matching colors. The man in question had brown hair underneath a green bowler hat. The hat matched the suit jacket and pants but he wore two other colors. The shirt he wore beneath the jacket was black and the tie, shoes, vest, and gloves her wore were all a royal purple. And of course, there were the question marks that adorned the outfit in certain areas; a black one just above the purple silk band on the green derby and another black one right on the purple tie and of course the one that topped the cane he had, though it was simply for the costume as he was doing some flashy maneuvers with it, twirling and tumbling it about. All in all, he made a damn fine Riddler and even managed to make it his own just a bit, the usual purple domino mask replaced by a pair of purple sunglasses.

"The effort is definitely there, am I right?" Cami asked and the others agreed. "Now, the question is, does he have more than just the right look. Who wants to do the investigating?"

"I think I could get the goods out of him," Madelaine said with a sultry smirk.

"So could I," Lili says. "Let's face it ladies, it's a job we're all qualified to do and all want to do and that we all think we can do. So, I say we rock paper scissors for it. Me and Mads and then the winner versus Cami, final winner makes the approach to our good Riddler over there. Fair?"

"Very agreeable to me Lils," Cami said. "What say you, Red?"

"As long as we end up all smiles by the end of the night I'm very easy to please."

"And just easy," Lili joked, getting a laugh from the redhead.

"It's funny 'cause it's true," Madelaine said with a smiling face. "So my favorite blonde, shall we begin?" In a game of two out of three Madelaine came out the victor who then challenged Camila, and this time if was the feline femme fatale who came out on top.

"Well, looks like this tigress is on the prowl," said Camila. "Just let me clean my claws and I'll bring back dinner for us all." Camila left the table and made her way over to the Riddler, walking with a feline grace. What crowd there was seemed to part for her, like she truly was a lioness on the prowl. She was soon right behind her target and gently tapped him on the shoulder, the edge of her golden claw immediately grabbing his attention.

When the man in green turned around he was pleasantly surprised to see another Gotham stray. "Well riddle me this," he said. "What parades around in a skintight catsuit and is perpetually on the prowl?"

"Well I would hope the answer is me Mr. Nigma," Cami responded. She was playing along, as was all part of the spirit of Halloween. "But given how clever you tend to be I wouldn't be so bold to assume such a thing."

"I figured for an opening line it's best to go with the obvious," the Pretend Prince of Puzzles said. He then held his hand out in greeting the Felonious Feline in front of him. "But if you tire of the faux real name and alias you can just call me Alan Hall. Or just Alan."

"Well Alan, I'm Camila," she said, taking his hand for a friendly shake. "Camila Mendes. And I just love your costume. I don't mean to take you away from your friends but I just had to come across the room and tell you. Just a wonderful job."

"Thanks. You too. You definitely don't see enough Julie Newmars out there but you not only pull it off, you're putting any other Catwoman to shame in my book. And don't worry, flying solo tonight. Just kind of mingling."

"All alone?"

"Yeah, my buddy flaked out at the last minute."

"Oh no no no, that just won't do," Cami said, making a show of shaking her head. "We can't have a fellow Gothamite flying solo tonight."

"We?" he asked.

"Myself and my fellow sirens of course." Cami then motioned towards the table where Lili and Madelaine sat, the two waving at Alan the moment his eyes fell on them. "I just don't think we could abide you just free-floating out there so I must simply insist you join us."

"Me and the three of you?" he asked intrigued. "What do we have in common with a square and a ring?"

"I give up," she said.

"The number 4, because I will be joining the three of you."

"And when you said ring, you meant like a boxing ring."

"Exactly, my fine feline friend," said Alan. He then followed Camila back to the table, the cat having caught her prey. And quite the valuable prey, as despite being dressed as a dangerous criminal he was polite enough to pull out the chair for Camila once they arrived.

"Lili, Madelaine, I'd like you to meet our own personal and polite Prince of Puzzles, our very own Riddler, Alan," said Cami. Lili and Madelaine both extended their hands to him, Alan taking them both one after the other.

"Nice to meet the both of you," he said.

"Likewise," Lili said.

"The feeling is very mutual," Madelaine added. "A very classic Riddler too. I thought if we saw one tonight he'd be all military parkas, green leather masks and Zodiac killer signs."

"Well, as much as I loved that movie and thought Dano killed it as the Riddler, I kind of prefer it old school," said Alan. "That and something tells me a leather mask doesn't lend itself to breathing well."

"Well you're spot on," said Madelaine. "Or so I've heard." She winked at him as he soaked in the thought of the redhead in black leather.

"You girls want to hear a sad story?" Cami said. "This cutie here is flying solo tonight. His friends flaked out on him."

"Oh my gosh," Lili said. "That sucks, especially since you went all out. I mean you even do some fancy canework. How'd you even learn how to do that?"

"During the pandemic, of all the things I could have learned with all that time I learned sleight of hand and cane tricks," he said. "They kind of go hand in hand. I even have a deck of cards with me but that's not so much my guy's schtick as the clown's. However, if you don't mind, I do believe I have each one of your cards."

With a fancy gesture of his right hand three cards popped in seemingly out of nowhere. The women could see the red and white pattern that was synonymous with any deck of playing cards. What the faces of the cards showed was known only to him, as he handed each woman their card face down. The trio looked at each other before picking up their respective cards to look at them. Camila got the Queen of Spades, but the lady on the card had a bit of a feline touch to her. She wasn't a werecat or a Catwoman herself but the eyes and even the head piece resembled her own cat-ears and hair styling. Madelaine found herself with a Queen of Hearts who, like herself, was a redhead. Lili got herself maybe the most appropriate card of the three, that being The Joker.

"So, I think what we see here ladies a man with a magic touch," said the blonde, sucking up a quick sip of her drink through smiling lips. "I like that. Do you think you be up for showing us exactly how magical?"

"Uh, well, I mean..." Alan said, feeling a little hot under the collar as the words exited his mind in an orderly fashion.

"Here's the situation," Camila said. "Me and my girls here, while we do enjoy a good party and not many parties get better than Halloween, sometimes we want a more...intimate celebration. This has become just as much a tradition as the three of us in matching costumes. Now, how much of the normal Halloween party we actually attend is always variable but the constant is finding someone special we all agree we should share the rest of the night with. I thought it might be you and frankly you've just determined it, you delightfully magical menace. And before you stutter any kind of protest in a valiant attempt to seem like a proper gentleman allow me to make two pre-emptive points. The first point is you, like the rest of us, are dressed like a criminal. Yes, a very well-dressed one but a criminal nonetheless. So why not be a little roguish? Secondly, it's kismet when you think about it. You match us, we match you. And frankly as a bonus third point I think I speak for all us Gotham City Sirens when I say I can't wait to see what kind of magic those fingers are capable of and then turn right around and show you all the magical things we can do. So, my dear Riddler, riddle me this. Who's green and purple and in for the night of his life?"

"Me?" he asked, his voice both confident of the answer but still questioning it.

"Purrrfectly correct."

"You know I was almost Catman," Alan said. "I just can't roll my r's like that."

"Wait until you see what else I can do with my tongue," Cami replied, eyebrow raised.

*******

The limo ride to the hotel where the ladies' suite was was filled with small talk and a quartet of hearts beating like a speed metal drum solo, though the sativa gummies Alan had on him helped sooth those nerves to a degree while also making their collective desires that much more intense. Innuendo-laden pleasantries exchanged upped the tempo and it was a small miracle the party didn't start then and there. To their credit, the quartet lasted the entire ride. However, once they hit the elevator it was on. Alan found himself pinballing between the three women, tasting their lips and feeling their tongues on his, their hands on his body and his feeling theirs for brief moments just long enough to know he needed more and from the urgency he could feel on their lips and right on tip of their tongues. Once the elevator doors parted it was like a release valve, the four all rushing out with Camila taking the lead to the end of the hall where the suite was.

The moment the door was open they burst through and the moment it closed the four had paired off. Since Lili had lost the initial ro-sham-bo to make the approach she got some alone time with Alan first. Those were the rules and it was enough to make a girl want to throw the first round if she didn't have integrity.

With three off the charts beauties all over him and now having Lili's complete focus Alan didn't really take note of his surroundings. Then again, no one would blame him for being distracted by the intoxicating taste of Lili Reinhart nor the feel of her body through a thin layer of skintight vinyl. What he could gather about the suite was it was definitely something someone spent some serious change on. In the speed blurs in his peripheral vision he could make out chairs and a sofa and maybe even a fire place and knew for sure he had gone through at least two doors before arriving at the bedroom.

However, none of that mattered now that he was in the bedroom. The lights were at just the right level and paired perfectly with a fireplace that matched the one he saw coming in, if it was even there at all. He wasn't sure who lit it nor did it matter, the dim lights and the roaring fire were doing their job in setting the mood. Alan's eyes fell on the bed first, watching Camila and Madelaine all over each other, removing clothes and licking, kissing and caressing each other's flesh. Then his eyes came upon the beautiful blonde bombshell in front of him and the focus became all on her.

"I know, it's such a conundrum," Lili said, noticing where his eyes had been before meeting her own. "There's no wrong place for your eyes to go. I mean you have my very gorgeous friends all over each other. And though your eyes are on me now and I don't think I'm losing your attention just yet, let me just give you a little more incentive."

Lili reached behind her back and grabbed the zipper of her vinyl body suit and began to pull it down, though not all the way, just enough for her voluptuous bust to be set free. Soon the top half of the suit was hanging down around her waist, the only bits of the costume left above the waist were the head piece and white collar; neither of which were connected to the bodysuit; and her vinyl gloves. Of course, those details became almost tertiary to Alan when the full view of Lili's bountiful bosom.

"You can touch them if you want," said Lili in an inviting, velvet tone. "Kiss, them, lick them, whatever you like. They don't bite, but you can. Just not too hard, they're very sensitive." She gave him a wink and from there it was off to the races. Alan's first stop was at Lili's delicious lips, a hungry kiss where lips met in erotic combat, wrestling each other before he moved down to her neck, his tongue tasting the perspiration on her skin as he licked his way down to her shoulder, getting closer and closer to her tits.

"There we go," Lili said smiling, then released a soft sigh when Alan's lips met the top of her breasts while his hands met the bottom and unlike her, he had long since shed his purple gloves to the feeling was truly skin to skin which was exactly what she was craving. The busty blonde rolled her head back, soft moans escaping her lips. The effects of the edible were already hitting her everything felt more, simply more. His lips on her breasts, tongue circling around one of her half-dollar sized nipples and then the other, sucking them too. Of course, Alan also took Lili's earlier invite, gently biting down on that extra sensitive flesh and tugging it with teeth, going from tit to tit and making sure they both got an equal amount of his full attention.

All the while Lili had been doing her own work while enjoying the work he was doing on her. Her hands were below his waist, taking care of his pants just enough for gravity to do the rest of the job and just like that his pants gave way, falling to his ankles while Alan's cock defied gravity, standing hard and ready for action.

He would have kept sucking and groping Lili's tits of not for the feel of her vinyl-gloved hand on his cock. He grunted, chin shaking a bit at her touch. With her free hand, Lili guided his face to look at hers, her finger under his chin. She kissed Alan and said "How about you let me take care of you for a bit cutie?"

Lili gently pressed him backwards into a sofa he wasn't even aware was there. Though no one could blame him. Who could notice a couch behind them when Lili Reinhart's naked breasts were right in front of him, waiting for him to bury his face in them?

He looked at the bombshell, watching as she began to remove the rest of the bodysuit. First she slid her boots off, once they were gone she began to peel the rest of her vinyl suit, leaving her glistening body bare and Alan dumbstruck, and anyone would upon seeing her nude form before them.

Lili descended to her knees and then parted Alan's. The blonde bombshell moved forward, her hands sliding up the bare flesh of his leg before reaching out for his hard rod. Lili looked up with him, a smile on her face and green eyes twinkling in the firelight.

Lili grasped it with her right hand, her vinyl covered thumb circling under the crown and making him shiver. The sight delighted her. "I guess it's my turn for some sleight of hand," she said. "And mouth."

She began to stroke him, softly pumping his cock while her mouth went to his balls, lightly licking them at first before sucking the orbs into her mouth one at a time and making sure each of the pair got some special attention from her talented tongue. Of course, that was just the beginning, just the tip of what she could do. When Lili was really ready to past the tip she brought hit lips to his tip.