Harley tipped the bottom of a bag of Dog Chow and watched as a couple pebbles of food slide into the bowl. Her dog looked up at her with inquisitive, sad eyes but did not budge. Harley crumpled the bag and threw it across the room at the bin. It missed by several feet. She placed her hands on her hips and sighed "Well, Nathan, I'm sorry," she said, "But this is all mommy has for you, right now,"
Nathan whimpered, ate the dog food with two large swallows then gazed up at his owner with drool dripping off his upper lips. Harley gathered up bits and pieces of other food she had in her fridge and gave them to him. She then rummaged through her couch looking for spare change.
Instead, all she found was an old pair of panties that she had forgotten. "Oh look, ain't these the pair I acquired from that boujee store uptown?" she said, before stretching them out, beating the dust entrenched in its fabric, then put them on, "Still fits perfectly. I should really get my clothes dry cleaned, though. Maybe I could get that old Asian lady next door to do it for me..." her voice trailed off into an internal monologue.
She gathered her clothes, all of which had been thrown into a lonely corner, and marched out of her apartment with them hugged to her chest. She goes a few doors down and calls out "Hello, are you in there?"
There was no response so Harley calls out again.
"What you want?" said a voice from beyond the door.
"I was thinking I could get my clothes cleaned here" Harley replied.
"This not dry cleaners, dummy. I live here. And why you smell like ass and spoiled fish?"
"Well you ain't gotta be rude about it," Harley said, walking away. As she carried her clothes down the lobby and onto the street to find the cleaners she was met with lots of awkward, disgusted and sometimes even fascinated looks. She had become accustomed to all sorts of staring and thought nothing of it.
Harley kicked in the door of the first cleaners she could find, plopped her clothes down on the desk of the clerk and said "I need these washed, A.S.A.P., comprende?" She stood behind her mountain of clothes and ranted on unfairly she had been treated by that establishment.
"Wait, is that you, Harley?" the clerk said, looking over the clothes "Have you decided to come with money this time?"
"I mean, how does the ruling class expect the masses to acquire the wealth to wash their own clothes?"
"Harley, it's less than a dollar to just put this in a machin--"
"And how do you suggest I procure this dollar? Hmm?! Betcha didn't think about that?'
"By getting a job?"
"Oh," she replied. "Well I've turned away from a life from crime, and batso would prolly kill me if I ever went back,"
"No Harley, that's not working, that's being a criminal. All I'm saying is you can get a regular job,"
"This sounds like funny business, but okay. I'll look into it,"
"Good. Two things," He said pushing her clothes off the desk and onto the floor "Nice tits. And you're away you're basically naked, right?"
Harley pulls her hand back and smacks the clerk across the face, "How dare you stare at my breasts? Have you no human decency.? Fine, I'm out of here," she said, turned on her heel and left, revealing a big hole in her underwear that shows off her asscrack.
Harley ran home embarrassed, not because she was walking around naked, but because she had been harassed by the store clerk. She knew she needed to find some work, and fast. The wind picked up as she got close to home. The kind of wind that would make a young lady have to hold her skirt down. Bits of debris and trash flew around.
One piece of sheet of newspaper smacked Harley right in the face. She yanked the paper from her face and found herself having a really hard time reading any of the classifieds. "Did I forget how to read er somethin'?" she thought to herself, "Oh whoops, had it upside down... Young millionaire in need of love, affection and other things. Will be greatly rewarded for company... Well, count me in," she said, sprinting up to her apartment and squeezing into the only garment of clothing she had left; a red and black full bodysuit with a hoodie and bunny ears.
It fitted tightly to her body, accentuating the curves and physique that she had. Her breasts stuck out like grapefruits, her ass, the shape of a peach when she bent over. Nathan gave his input with a whimper followed by a bark.
"Momma's gotta go make that cheddar, hun," Harley said, then kissed him on the cheek.
Harley made her way to the residence of the young stud by forcing her way onto a bus, then by threatening to kick a cab driver to a pulp if he failed to comply with her polite request to drive several miles outside her burrow.
She found a large mansion with Greek architecture, almost resembling a courthouse. She dealt with the rowdy dogs at the front with her good ol' Harleen charm. She had them licking her palm and sniffing her butt within seconds. She strolled up to the door, knocked three times vigorously and struck a pose.
Within sixty seconds there was a young man at the door. 6ft 2 inches tall, broad shoulders, rugged and attractive. "Take me now," Harley said, jumping into the young man's arms. He caught her without hesitation and closed the door. The two made out as he carried her to the couch. It was a large semi-circular couch in the middle of a massive living room.
She bent over, put her hands on the back of the couch, spread her legs and arched her back. The young man flew the two little buttons at the back of the costume that prevented the butt flap from opening. It revealed Harley's pale, plump butt and her cute puffy-lipped vagina.
The young man pulled his shorts down, stroked his cock until hard and pushed it inside Harley's pretty pussy. His cock was thicker and longer than Harley had been used to, since her time with Killer Croc. She bit down on her lip, clenched her fists on the couch cushions and waited until her pussy got used to the feeling of being stretched.
She had forgotten how much she missed the feeling. The firm, strong hands of a man gripping her waist. His heavy breathing and grunts. Being pushed and pulled around like a fuckdoll to be used how he wants. She felt the head of his cock jam as far up her pussy as it could go. Her eyes became glazed over and her mouth opened as she was intoxicated from the pounding.
In another couple of minutes, his thrusts became even more violent. He pulled his large cock out of Harley and shot his thick seed all over the back of her outfit.
Harley hopped onto the couch and relaxed. The young man went to his fridge to get himself a drink. He reappeared later with a beer and sat on the far side of the couch. "Damn, you some kind of freak, lady," He said.
"Lady?" Harley said, confused, "You ain't that much younger than me, boyo. And isn't this what you meant in your ad?"
"What ad?" He replied after taking a few large gulps from his drink.
