Ivy walked the halls of power. She'd never seen them intact before. Ripping through them with her vines, yes, but not like this. It was fascinating, anthropologically speaking. Here was where old men decided how long the Earth should live once they were done with it, where forests were reduced to numbers and those numbers subtracted, divided, zeroed. Where all noises of conscience echoed on soundproof walls, fading away before they were ever heard at all.
And at the head of it, Wayne. A puppet, perhaps, but a puppet by choice. She watched his smug swagger as he approached the boardroom, Harley nipping at his heels like the beta she was, needing his strength to make up for her weakness. Ivy pitied her, raged at her. Why couldn't she just be
strong?
Lucius Fox was waiting by the double doors. Ivy had considered ending him many times, but he was the best of a bad lot. If she'd removed him, there'd be a million more far worse, graduating each day from business school to take his place.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne. And the Mrs. Waynes." He smiled bemusedly.
"Evening, Lucius," Bruce replied. "What's up?"
"The merger with the Moon Consumer Group. I warned you the CFO was jittery. He's on the verge of a full-scale panic attack because you haven't reviewed the security filings yet. It's a quibble, but you know how these things can catch like wildfire with the shareholders."
"Don't I know it." Bruce was chipper, even more lighthearted than he'd been with Harley, like all this was even easier to manage than a homicidal ex-villain. "So just a quick review and we'll be set."
"That's all, Mr. Wayne, that's all."
"And maybe throw in a review of our holdings in South America. I think Pam here would find it enlightening."
"With pleasure, Mr. Wayne."
***
The boardroom was empty, the conference table deserted, the lights lowered and windows tinted to draw attention to a screen at the far end of the room. It flickered from a rotating Wayne Enterprises logo to a graph. The first of many.
Lucius stood just outside its light. "The first area of concern is redundancies throughout Applied Sciences. You've mentioned wanting to double that department in size and take on additional projects, but it'll be several fiscal years before we can show a profit with that strategy. What I suggest is announcing a few of our more nebulous projects, so at least we can tide over the shareholders with
something
through the lean seasons..."
Harley sat between Bruce and Ivy, nearly sinking into the thick leather chair meant for a heavyset man. With her slouch, her body disappeared to the breadbasket under the thick oaken table, its surface featurelessly clean except for an ornately carved W. It had been there since it stood for Thomas Wayne.
She was
bored.
She wished desperately that Bruce was touching her again, or Ivy, or that Lucius wasn't droning on about business and business and business and numbers. She tried to think of anything else, ended up imagining she felt Bruce's hand on her thigh. It felt so real...
Harley smiled to herself, her teeth very nearly the brightest thing in the dark room. It was real. Bruce was massaging the leg closer to him, his head still turned away from her, the light from the screen playing over his profile to show his intense concentration. Harley leaned toward Ivy, lifting up her ass, giving him more room to work if he wanted to take advantage of it.
He did.
With Harley's invitation, he slipped his hand under her, feeling the warm fullness of her ass through her shorts, then the moisture between her legs. His attention had been quick to rev Harley up. She opened her mouth in a silent moan as Bruce pushed his callused fingers against her sex, the feeling wonderful, but still not as good as having him inside her. All it took was one little bit of Bruce inside Harley's cunt to make her feel complete: his tongue, his cock, his fingers. She thought she could get off on his toes if it came to that.
Straightening surreptitiously, Harley tugged her shorts down from her waist, then quickly hopped over them so she could skim the thing down her legs. She gave them a little kick off her feet, landing them directly underneath the conference table, and promptly forgot all about them.
Bruce now pulled his hand out from under her, sticking it down the front of her body. Harley drew her vest's coattails to either side of her legs, giving him even more room. He quickly ascertained that now she wore nothing from the waist down but her stockings. He dove right in.
Harley gasped aloud, just barely managing to keep her voice to a whisper. Bruce could hear her; he smiled. So could Ivy, she turned away from her curious perusal of the screen and regarded Harley, green eyes tracing her from hot cunt to embarrassedly enjoying expression. Bruce knew what to do with an open pussy, and Harley felt the rewards of her nudity immediately. So much so that she lifted her left leg, putting it across Bruce's lap so that he had even more room to maneuver. With her pussy split and totally exposed to him, her demented mind imagined she might even have room for his fist.
Bruce didn't share her assessment, though he did fill Harley, one finger after another, until all fours of his digits were tucked away inside her, drawing her aroused juices out into his palm. His thumb gently caressed her inner thigh, and Harley wished she could cover his face with kisses, showing him the same affection he had for her. But there were other ways for her to spread the joy.
At the boutique, Ivy had bought the most expensive jeans and blouse she could find, then disdainfully modified them by shearing the jeans off at the thighs, ripping the midriff from the blouse, exposing most of her chartreuse skin to nourishing sunlight. But not all.
There wasn't much room in Ivy's tight-fitting shorts for Harley's hand. She had to wiggle it around, shoving hard to get it into the region of Ivy's groin. There, she copied every move Bruce made inside her, slipping her middle finger into Ivy just as Bruce did to her.
With the feel of Bruce's fingers in her cunt, Ivy's cunt around her fingers, Harley was
swimming
in orgasm, about to drown. Pleasure washed up her body, and she knew she had to do the same for Bruce. She whipped her hand to his lap, felt his hardness waiting for her, unzipped him, pulled him out. He stroked her as she stroked him, stroked Ivy, getting off two people at once and getting off on
that
herself.
Ivy reached automatically for Harley, wanting to repay her, and felt the hairy back of Bruce's hand where her own belonged. She looked at Harley, who smiled only somewhat apologetically at her. It was hard for Ivy not to smile back, feeling their lust rising, hearing Bruce's deep breaths bellow out of his flaring nostrils. All three of them were having difficulty keeping quiet, and Ivy wondered if Lucius could hear what was going on.
Harley and Ivy were breathing hard as they came together, but Bruce grabbed Harley's wrist, jabbing his thumb into her pulse, wrenching her off his erection. She stared at it longingly as she came, fingers digging into the walls of her pussy, thumb pinioning on her clit. Bruce squeezed her hand as she came for him.
"Go to the bathroom," Bruce whispered to her. "Now."
Harley leapt up, ignorant and uncaring of her bare groin, the wetness evident. "I have to go to the bathroom!" she announced. "For peeing, not for sex. Although," she added in a stage whisper, "if either of you'd care to join me..."
"Go!" Ivy hissed, unsure why she was helping Bruce. Or was this still part of their plan?
***
