"Here they are, folks, the sweetest, sexiest pair of strutting little stars... Jo-Jo and Batsy!"
There were cheers and hoots as the newly minted young women strutted on to the stage, "Jo-Jo" with her sparkly purple bikini briefs and purple tassles and "Batsy" with sparkly black briefs and black tassles. Both of them proudly spotted "tramp stamps" as well above their bubble-butts, a joker playing card for Jo-Jo and a yellow bat symbol for Batsy.
They started performing a wild, sexy dance, one their bodies had obviously done many times before. As the horny crowd cheered and hooted some more, Jo-Jo and Batsy twerked their big booties together and blew kisses at the eager audience.
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Harley cackled and hugged herself. All this was so much fun. She loved spreading the crazy and the funny all around, making anyone who looked at her cross-eyed a total joker.
She began to rub her pussy. Fuck, all this was making her so horny.
But maybe she should be a little practical, actually do some things that benefit her rather than just screw with others.
She tapped her chin. Maybe making herself filthy rich would be a good idea. Now that Batman was shaking her little bald snatch on stage, there was no one handling Wayne Manor. Perhaps she should move in....
Her phone rang.
"Y'ello?"
"Harley, is that?"
She giggled at the soft, breathy voice at the other end. "Yes, who is this?"
"It's me!"
"Whhhhho?"
"It's the Joker! Mr. J! I know you won't believe me, but listen to me--"
"You say you're the Joker? Listen, lady, I may be crazy but I'm not stupid!" Harley bit her lip to avoid shrieking with laughter. This was so much fun.
Jo-Jo glanced nervously at Batsy, who was standing nearby. For some reason the former Joker got even more nervous when her dancer partner wasn't around. Batsy's presence was surprisingly comforting.
"Damn it, Harl, you have to believe me!"