Crime doesn't pay.
The age old saying that was repeated on every commercial, cartoon, PSA, comic book, and safety pamphlet for god knows how long. It was common knowledge that in this day and age, going against the law almost always ended bad for you, especially when superheroes got involved and laid you the fuck out in broad daylight. It just wasn't worth it sometimes.
But it certainly paid better than sitting on your ass doing nothing.
Harley Quinn, former arm candy of the infamous Joker himself, was at a crossroads. With Joker's latest scheme going up in smoke, and the clown prince getting his ass thrown into Arkham again for the umpteenth time, Harley wasn't looking good on the financial front. They spent most of their money on their "master plan" and with no reward for their risk, all they got was the typical Batman ass-whooping that usually came with the deal, and Harley was in dire straits. Obviously, her first thought was to get a job, but she was hardly business savvy and she time as a therapist had soured somewhat thanks to her "initiation" by the Joker himself-not to mention her skin was deathly pale and she was crazier than whoever voted for president.
What Harley needed was a place where a young and beautiful woman like her could work and make some money without attracting the Dark Knight on her fine ass. Someplace that could overlook her physical appearance (which she could easily play off as "I'm a victim of the Joker" and get tons of sympathetic looks and pats on the back).
A strip club. Yup, not the first place you'd think for a former villain but it was the only place where she could lay low and make good use of her "goods". Girls passed in an out all the time, all money exchanges happened under the table without anything scary like taxes hanging over them, and Batman probably didn't even go near places like that (Harley had a feeling he was more into the fetish range of things with all that leather he had on. Maybe S&M). And she was insanely hot, as many of her secret fans online mentioned a couple of hundred times in her defense.
It was all too easy getting a spot in this little strip club called Juggles, which, ironically, had nothing to do with juggling. It was a bit weird at first getting dressed up as a sexy schoolgirl or police officer and then stripping it all off for a crowd of horny pervs, but she had the physique for it, and the flexibility. Her first dance was a hit and she already had men eating out of the palm of her hand. She even scored her first private session with one of the boys, and that was when she decided to throw caution to the wind and rake up some more dough for herself.
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"That's right, tiger, you just hit the jackpot!" Pushing her ample chest into the young man's face, Harley got direct and wicked in what she was doing, straddling his lap and teasing her cock with her hands. "Those other sluts don't know how to run this joint, but I'm gonna show you how I do things around here!"
If there was one thing that Harley liked about Juggles, it was the flexibility of what a girl could do to make money. It was all up to the girl to determine how far they could go in this line of work. The more morally flexible you are, the more you stand to gain. And considering her financial troubles, Harley was willing to put a lot out there, even when it came to essentially whoring herself out in the private rooms of a strip club.
Harley sank to her knees, and she was pleasantly surprised at how big her client's cock was. The guy was in his early twenties, clearly new to the whole stripping business, but he was definitely packing some heat. She grasped the base of his cock and started to stroke it while she brought licks and adoring kisses along the length of his cock.
"Let's start with my mouth first, before we move onto my tits. You seem like a guy who could use a little prep work." Harley grinned coyly.
Harley wasn't the type of girl who had the patience to play coy here. She wanted to earn her money and get out of her money troubles. She never imagined herself actually giving into sex for money, but she found it far easier to do than she thought. Maybe it was the thought that if she did well enough with this horny fuck, then she could attract customers with even bigger pockets. Harley was determined now, eager to give up fully to this incredibly odd situation she ran headfirst in and would deal with the consequences later.
So she took his cockhead into her mouth, very abrupt in how she began to suck him in deep, hand holding around his base and jerking it steadily, providing a limit to how far she could go. He throbbed within the embrace of her grip and her mouth, and she knew she had him where she wanted him, and that he would stay there. She pressed on bolder, stronger, giving herself fully to this weirdness as she took him on carefully, drawing back to lavish him with licks and kisses. It was ecstatic and excessive, a show of chaos and hunger almost too weird and hot even for her, but Harley had no hang-ups here and no reason to resist.
"You're amazing." The man groaned, the eagerness and enthusiasm behind Harley's indulgence of his bod driving him wild. He didn't expect the new girl at the club to be so good at her first time. And the fact that she looked like Harley Quinn (hottest villain in his opinion) only made the experience even hotter.
