The Joker threw his shirt to the floor, laughing. "Yes... you're right, Harley. I feel much better." He jeered, grabbed Ivy's hand and kissing it. "You don't look very comfy in that corset, girl," he slyly said. "Maybe you should take it off. You too, Harley. I don't get how you breathe in those things." Harley and Ivy both stopped what they were doing and began unclipping the front clips of their corsets, letting them drop to the floor at almost the same times.
"Do we look better, Mister Jay?" Harley cooed, pressing up against him, nuzzling her chin into his shoulder. Ivy wrapped an arm around him and brought her face near his, breathing on his neck. "I think we look delightful, Mister Jay." Harley looked at Ivy, smiling, eyeing every curve, every single delicate line in Ivy's porcelain skin, and Ivy doing the same with Harley's tiny, big-busted frame.
"Hmm," he groaned. "Yes, yes you do." He wrapped both of his arms around the girls, pulling their bodies in closer to his. "You're so warm," he purred, tracing the arches of their backs. "I wonder if you're warm down there, too," he said, dropping his hands to their waists.
"Maybe, Mister Jay," Ivy said, licking his cheek and licking a line of ghost-white makeup. "Maybe you should find out, Jay..."
Harley rubbed her head up against his neck this time, putting her hand on his stomach. "Maybe I shall," he said. "Or maybe, you shall," he said again. Harley dropped her hand from him and placed it on Ivy's chest, drawing an imaginary line downwards slowly in a thin trail, scratching a little but hardly breaking skin. "Good girl," he said, moving back from them, and letting them do their own thing. He sat back on the black chair in the corner of the room, and watched the two girls move closer to each other, their noses brushing as they kissed deeply, Ivy's lipstick smearing.
Harley pushed herself up on Ivy, pushing her backwards into the wall and thrusting her hand into Ivy's skirt top, pushing it down and dropping it straight to the ground. They groaned, Ivy let out a moan as Harley dug her nails into her hip, and Mister Jay sat there, bemused with his two little playthings at work.
"Fuck me, Harley," Ivy whispered into her ear, throwing Harley to the ground while still holding her, and rolling so Harley stradled over the top. Harley ripped her shorts down as far as they could go whilst she was on her knees, and she began licking Ivy, from her chest and neck to her tummy, leaving trails of where she'd been. Ivy writhed under every touch from Harley, and The Joker watched intently, pulling a set of black and red handcuffs from his pocket. The same pair he'd used on Harley a few nights before.
Harley looked over and saw the cuffs, bringing memories flooding back. She ripped through the air and tightened her fingers up to Ivy's throat, almost strangling her but leaving enough room for the girl to breathe. Her other hand was busy at play, teasing Ivy lightly. "What do you want, Mister Jay?" Harley forced three fingers into Ivy as hard as she could. "Tell me what you want!"
The Joker stood up, throwing the cuffs, and undoing his trouser button. "Come here, I want you, Harley, and you, Ivy." His voice was gravelly and full of lust. "Both of you, right now."