Selina Kyle rubbed sleep out of her eyes as she shuffled drowsily through the enormous living room of her apartment. Her bare feet padded over expensive polished wood as she ignored the spectacular view out the tall windows. Gotham's gothic towers had been turned golden and almost friendly by the morning sun. She needed coffee.
"Mornin' Selina!"
Harley Quinn sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the apartment's TV. A kaleidoscope of primary colors rioted on the screen - Harley was watching cartoons though she'd actually remembered to turn the volume down. Selina had had a few too many early mornings begun with shrieks or explosion meant to entertain children. Though as often as not the sound effects came from Harley herself.
Harley's bottle blonde hair was done up in a pair of careless bunches and she wore an over-sized blue-checked man's shirt tied below her breasts and a pair of white cotton panties. The shirt was the one Selina knew Ivy had gone to bed in last night. For her part Selina wore an old comfortable band t-shirt, black almost faded to grey, and a pair of loose battered jeans.
Harley had lost interest in her flatmate and landlady (though it wasn't as if she'd ever paid rent...) and with a spoon stopped halfway between her mouth and the cereal bowl in her lap it was clear that cartoons commanded her full attention once more.
"Good morning, Harley."
The (mostly) reformed villainess wasn't listening.
Quinn and the others thought that Selina was paying for this swanky place with the ill-gotten gains of a life of cat burglary. But the truth was an impenetrable maze of shell companies led back to billionaire Bruce Wayne. And Bruce wasn't giving her the place free, oh no. She didn't have to pay rent but she did have to keep an eye on her flatmates.
Poison Ivy was probably already up and about; she seemed to wake with the dawn like her plants. The mistress of flora had taken over most of the apartment's second floor as her arboretum. She seldom ate breakfast with her flatmates preferring to dine from the fruits of her often unseasonal orchard. Even after a few months Selina didn't entirely trust those fruits.
As Selina took a second swig of hot black coffee she began to feel like it might actually be both possible and desirable to wake the rest of the way up. She splashed some milk on her breakfast cereal and sat at the living room's elegant breakfast table. Her shoulders prickled with the familiar and worrying sensation of being watched.
The room had gone quiet.
Selina turned to find the TV off and Harley staring at her with the same rapt attention she been giving her cartoons moments before. Selina sighed.
"No."
"Awww, go on!"
"No, we've been through this before. I'm Catwoman because I'm a cat burglar and a woman." She paused before continuing. "And I like cats."
"Please!"
Harley's eyes were big and blue and pleading. Selina knew what Harley had done in the past, hell she'd been there for some of the lunatic's crimes, and yet Harley's eyes were totally innocent.
"It's a theme, not a lifestyle!"
Harley didn't reply instead she leaned forward to make even more pleading puppy dog eyes. It had the effect of letting Selina look down into the deep cleavage of Harley's big breasts concealed beneath blue-checked cotton.
Selina looked away and took two large spoonfuls of cereal while she tried not to think about last night. The bowl was empty except for the leftover milk.
Selina had come home from casing a museum (to keep in practice - probably) to find Ivy naked and sprawled atop Harley on the sofa. Their lips were locked as tongues explored each others' mouths. Selina hadn't made any effort to be quiet coming in, but face blazing with embarrassment she'd begun to use her burglary skills to slip noiselessly to her own room and leave the amorous ladies to their evening's entertainment. It hadn't done any good - she'd taken half-a-step before Ivy had broken the kiss and risen up to regard Selina with a challenging smile.
By the time Selina had torn her attention away from a pair of truly magnificient green breasts, their nipples hard and pointed her way and big dark aureoles glinting with Harley's saliva, to meet Ivy's eyes the red-head's acrobatic accomplice had slid out from under her girlfriend and was sitting up regarding Selina with a smile of her own. Selina couldn't help but feel disappointed that Harley's breasts were hidden by a red-checked shirt that Ivy evidently hadn't yet removed.
It hadn't been a problem for Selina in the shower after she'd fled. Those two regarded the flat as clothing optional and so Selina had easily summoned memories of the harlequin's hooters as the hot water sluiced over her hotter body. She'd tried to picture Batman but it hadn't worked. Instead she'd masturbated furiously as she'd imagined herself the filling in a Harley and Ivy sandwich.
"Ooh, I know all about lifestyle choices," Harley declared brightly.
Just like that the innocence was gone from the blonde's blue eyes and she was regarding Selina with the frightening intelligence that sometimes emerged from beneath the bimbo exterior. Harley had been a psychologist and it was only too clear she knew exactly what Selina had been thinking.
"Harley," Selina began with a warning tone though she wasn't sure exactly what she'd threaten the blonde minx with exactly.
"It'll be our secret," Harley declared and then in a wheedling bargaining voice continued, "I'll owe ya a favor."
"Fine!"
Selina relented. Harley might have a certificate of sanity from Arkham Asylum but she was still unpredictable at best. But when she said she'd owe you a favor she'd remember and she'd come through. This was only a small favor but it had worth. Besides the conversation had been heading for places Selina wasn't ready to go yet. Though when she had that favor...
"Yay!" Harley clapped her hands in delight and rocked back and forth in anticipation. She was a childish blonde bimbo again.
With as much dignity as she could muster Selina slid her chair back and leant forward. She extended her tongue and took a long lick of the milk in the bowl. She still refused to meow or purr, no matter how big a favor Harley was offering.
"Yay, kitty!"
"Harley..."
"I'll be quiet," Harley made a zipping gesture over her mouth.
Selina looked back at the bowl. There wasn't much milk left in it. She sighed and decided she might as well finish it. Tongue out--
"It bit me!"
Talia al Ghul expoded into the living room waving a plant in a pot. Selina practically leapt out of her chair, desperate to get her tongue back in her mouth and her whole body away from the breakfast bowl. Talia would never -- never -- let her live this down if she found out.
"It bit me," Talia repeated as she stormed through the living room towards the stairs that led up to Ivy's sanctuary.
Talia shouldn't have been up for at least another hour! She always emerged from her room at exactly the same time without a hair out of place and flawlessly made up. Though whether that was as a high-class socialite or a tough-as-nails crime boss was impossible to predict.
And with a final fearsome wave of the plant the (former, mostly) leader of the League of Assassins was gone. As far as Selina could tell she'd hardly spared her or Harley a glance. She was probably OK.
Selina looked at Harley. The blonde looked stunned - her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide. Then it hit Selina. Talia had been dressed in nothing but an exotic and erotic teddy of deep dark purple. Two inverted raindrop shaped panels of cloth covered Talia's perfect breasts and from them elastic straps held up the tiny front and rear panels of a g-string.
"Wow."
Selina sat down as the full force of what she had seen hit her. Selina had always known she was bi, though so far her first and only time with a girl was a drunken and unsatisfactory tumble with Holly. She liked girls but she loved men. Or at least that had been the case. Now she was living with three gorgeous women who weren't in the least bit ashamed of their bodies. She'd started a little gay but every time something like this happened she felt herself get a little gayer.
"Wow."
Selina tried to exchange a look with Harley but the blonde's mouth was still hanging open and she wasn't processing anything. Selina was going to take a shower after breakfast and Catwoman knew that her pussy was going to be expecting a long and sexy visit from an imaginary Talia al Ghul. Clearly the vision that had stormed through was going to be busy visiting Harley too. What a slut!
"Hubba hubba!" Harley exclaimed belatedly as her mouth finally closed. Briefly. "I wonder who was visitin' her last night. Do ya think it was the Bat?"
Talia didn't have the same problems with her flatmates. She didn't care what Harley and Ivy wore or didn't wear. She was as straight as an arrow and twice as dangerous. Selina suspected that Bruce had set Talia to the same task as herself, but if she was watching Selina she didn't make it obvious. And she certainly wasn't watching Selina the way Selina had begun to watch her.
Still the idea that Bruce had secretly visited Talia in the night, or even the morning, was enough to light a flame of jealousy in Selina.Before Selina could reply both women heard a key turning in the front door lock. Selina frowned. Wasn't Ivy upstairs? She got up to check, Harley pivoting in place on the floor to look into the hallway.
The building supervisor Frank swung the door open and stepped aside. In stepped a beautiful blonde woman dressed in white. On her head was a golden headpiece like Wonder Woman's and her feet were in black high-heeled sandals with long thin black straps that criss-crossed all the way up her exposed legs to her thighs. Between she wore a white halter edged with black which exposed her midriff and from the front and back of a belt cinched at her hips two long strips of white fabric flowed to the floor. She looked like a sexy version of a Greek priestess or goddess.
A dozen alarms went off in Selina's head. Gotham was full of costumed freaks and this one had budding supervillainess written all over her.
The blonde woman, her skin was olive adding to the Greek impression, turned to Frank. "That will be all. And you won't report this to your shadowy master."
Frank nodded obediently and left. So Selina had been right, he was watching the place for Bruce. Not that she or Talia couldn't get out a dozen other ways than the front door.
"Who are you?"
Selina could see her whip in the hallway. Probably fifty-fifty to reach it if the woman put up a fight. But Harley was her trump card. The blonde might play the bimbo but she had meta-human strength, speed and agility. Selina was weighing up the way the Greek "goddess" moved - she probably didn't have any of those abilities.
"Oh, that's right. Let me introduce myself, I am... Well, you may call me Erato."
Erato's voice was marvellous. It sounded like music, feminine and rich with harmonies. It sounded magical and Selina wanted to hear more of it. She couldn't bring herself to interrupt the monologue.
"And you are a pair of the Gotham City Sirens! Enchanting. But you don't quite live up to your names I'm afraid. Let me fix that."
The alarms in Selina's head sounded even louder. The villainess, and Selina was sure that was what she was, was about to make a move. She needed to act. But the alarms were muted by that beautiful mellifluous voice.
"Sleep," the gorgeous blonde commanded in a voice that sounded like perfection.The last thing Selina Kyle saw before her sleep heavy eyes closed and blackness took her was Harley Quinn falling backwards to slumber on the floor.
* * *
Selina woke with a start. She was sitting at the breakfast table, her arms crossed to cushion her head. She looked round but of the woman who called herself Erato there was no sign. She stood carefully, expecting trouble and rubbed at her neck.
She froze. There was a collar there. Made of metal. She had missed it on waking because it was thin and light and already as warm as her skin. It was perfectly smooth and round except for a flat indentation at the front. She tried to take it off but it seemed to be one seemless piece of metal without clasp or opening of any kind.
A loud snore came from the floor. Harley was sleeping where she had fallen, a thumb in her mouth.
Selina suddenly felt incredibly horny.
Cautiously she headed towards Harley. The clock on the wall told her she'd been asleep for almost an hour. Who knew what their visitor had been up to in that time, or whether she was still in the flat?
Selena got a look at herself in the reflective black surface of the switched off television. The collar was a silvery color, and she could make out what the indentation was now. It was a small flat screen currently showing a picture of a stylised pink heart. Selina frowned as she knelt beside Harley. It didn't mean anything to her but she didn't like it one bit.
"Harley, wake up!" Selina whispered urgently as she tried to silently shake the blonde awake. Her eyes never stopped scanning the entrances to the room. It didn't feel like there was anyone here who shouldn't be, but feelings weren't facts.
"Just ten more minutes, ma."
The pink heart on Harley's collar pulsed bright with each word the Clown Princess spoke. Harley's words were distorted, sharpened, changed in some way Selina couldn't describe but could only feel. They were full of music and extra harmonies like Erato's, only hotter and more primal.
Or so Selina thought later, when she was capable of thought once more. Now she acted on pure instinct. No longer capable of reason but only raw uncontrollable need, Selina tore at the zip of her jeans and tugged them and the white panties beneath halfway down her shapely legs. She swung her knee over Harley and tangled up in her own jeans still managed to catch Harley's bunches as she sat on the surprised woman's face.
"Hey, don't I get dinner and a date?"
Selina couldn't understand the words any more. But her body could feel their effect. The words went into her ears and down to her cunt where they exploded in pure pleasure to shoot back up her spine. Selina desperately rubbed herself against Harley's nose and mouth looking for friction and release.
"Fuck", Selina pleaded.
In the reflective blackness of the switched-off TV screen she could see the pink heart on her own collar pulse briefly brighter. Harley's hands gripped Selina's hips and her tongue was suddenly inside a pussy that needed it more than Selina needed air.
"Fuck," Harley slobbered into Selina's shaved pussy.Selina had always enjoyed foreplay. Loved it in fact. She needed to tease her lover and get herself ready. The best sex of her life had lasted an hour on a grotty rooftop, following a two hour chase and it had been worth it even though Batman had left her handcuffed and taken back a jewel worth ten times as much as the building. And she'd only let Batman pound her for the final five minutes.
Harley had barely been in Selina's wet cunt but she came on Harley's face. The orgasm hit her like a freight train, leaving her gasping as one climax followed another. Gasping Selina pulled off her top and began to play with her breasts.
"Titties," she mewled and her collar's heart pulsed pink and Harley shivered and quivered in ecstasy beneath her and her hands were on Selina's breasts and as she switched to sucking Selina's clit she called out "boobies" in that magical voice and Selina came again her pussy flooding with pleasure and her juices.
Selina leaned back and slid her hands under Harley's checked shirt. Buttons popped as she pushed her hands over Harley's breasts till the hard nipples were free. She fondled soft flesh and felt how it shook like Harley's tongue spasmed inside Selina's pussy when she whispered "funbags" and "melons" and every word she knew for breasts. Then her hands continued over Harley's her taut stomach. Harley's legs opened in anticipation and Selina let hands glide over Harley's white panties and found them wet. And then her hands were under them and fingers were inside Harley. Harley released a breast and pushed fingers of her own inside Selina.
"Fuck. Love pussy," Harley said.
"Love cunt," Selina agreed. "Fuck cunt."
Their collars pulsed to their words and Selina thrust her hips into Harley's face as she came again and Harley's cunt clenched around the fingers in it and she shook and bucked in orgasm.
Selina and Harley were in a sixty-nine still tonguing and fingering one another, their muscles screaming with exhaustion when the collars icons changed from pink hearts to white shields. Eventually Selina rolled off Harley. She was covered in Harley's juices and her own sweat. She'd never experienced anything like it.
"Harley?" Her mouth was dry and when she licked her lips it tasted of Harley and sex.
"Woah, you really know how to ride your Harley, kitty." Selina flopped back. Harley's words no longer carried an irresistible imperative to fuck. But Selina was still exhausted and she'd never been more sexually satisified in her life.
Harley levered herself up, clearly just as exhausted.
"Gotta check on Red," she explained.
Selina nodded and the two naked women headed for the stairs to Ivy's domain.
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