This is still on chapter 3. I'm making this chapter quite long. Thanks for the reviews I really appreciate the feedback and compliments. I hope to bring more chapters soon. Please review and give me insight on how you like the story. Enough rambling back to the story. Hahahahaha.
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Harleen started typing her report that she had to submit to Dr. Leland. She obviously couldn't share every detail of the interview but when she thought of Joker holding her and sleeping with her literally for hours made her feel this new sensation that she never felt before, it was starting to arise from a simple attraction to something special and exciting. The image of him filled her mind infecting her like a virus. This never happened to her and she wanted more of her puddin. But the thought of not seeing him until next week sounded truly dreadful to her. Not seeing his perfect smile and those defined cheekbones was torture. She wanted to see what was behind his Arkham jumpsuit. From hindsight, Harleen could tell he was well built being 6ft tall. The jumpsuit was a little baggy which made most inmates look lazy. This made Harley wonder if he worked out. Maybe he used the asylum's fitness area. She figured when he picked her up on the couch like she was a feather weighing only 110 lbs. The certainty that he worked out made her quiver a little. Seeing him all sweaty and wet taking her up against the wall made her lick her lips, mouth starting to water craving something hard and salty. It made her questioned if his penis was as white as his perfect face. Harley imagined it being huge due to him being a rather tall individual. Big and throbbing waiting to be sucked. Thinking about it made her wet, noticing that her panties were soaked.
"Dammit not again.", said with disappointment. Now she took them off and put them in her cherry blossomed colored purse. After putting them away, the temptation to start playing with her clit got the best of her. Rubbing her pussy furiously attempting to stifle her moans so she doesn't get caught. Thinking of Joker face fucking her and ravaging her with his cock was enough for her to climax heavily. Squirting with force wishing that she was cumming on his cock while fucking her hard. Immediately after cumming continuously she thought:
"Fuck I need to start bringing paper towels.", she didn't realize the range of her cumshot. Licking her fingers seductively to herself, "Mmmmm cherries." After cleanup she got right back to finishing the report. Once finished she went to Dr. Leland's office to submit it. Handing it to Joan, she asks Harleen how it went.
"Dr. Quinzel how did your first session with the Joker go?"
"It was unexpected but I enjoyed it very much.", said nonchalantly.
"That's good I was afraid that he would try his usual tactic of intimidation to the new doctor."
"Actually he was calm and cooperate. He didn't try to scare me."
"Really?", Joan said with a dumbfounded tone.
"Yeah why?"
"Well it's just his last doctor killed himself after their first session. Apparently that's how much of persuasive person the Joker is. He was handcuffed as well but was still effective in taking a life.
"That was unfortunate for the doctor.", Harley said with no empathy. She thought the last doctor was weak. He couldn't handle the Joker but she could. Her puddin was nothing but compassionate and sweet towards her. Maybe the doctor couldn't handle a joke, but Harley loved his jokes. Snapping out of a trance when Joan purposely coughed.
"Sorry just something on the mind."
"I'm just saying be careful Harleen, you don't what he's capable of, none of us do." After that last remark Harley nodded and walked but lowly muttered to herself, "I have a good idea of what my puddin's intentions are." With that she went back to her office to leave, being 5:00 p.m. Her first day was done and she was tired, sweaty, and happy. Today was the turning point to a new chapter in her life. To be interviewing the most dangerous criminal. Smiling all the way to the parking lot. She got into her scarlet colored Mazda Miata. Being a convertible as well she pulled the top down and drove through Gotham's Black Forest on the way to crossing Gotham River over Wayne Bridge. Finally reaching her apartment, parking the Miata and entering her home, something felt off like someone was in her apartment. Looking around she noticed nothing until after putting away her purse entering her bedroom that there was a rose on her dresser. It had a message folded string around the purple vase. "Today was fun sweets. I'm looking forward to next week's session. Wear something you don't mind getting ripped up. Your favorite clown-J."
This made Harley squeal with excitement, "Awww my puddin misses me too. Ugh now I miss him more.", pouting a little. She was later a little shocked how he knew where she lived. "He wasn't lying about knowing everyone in the asylum. Probably knows more than some of the doctors treating them. Anyway at least he knows where I live so he can come here to ride his Harley.", she began to giggle. She needed to decide what to wear for next weeks session. "Hmmmm wear something that I don't mind ruining. I know just the thing that will make Mistah J go insane (like that didn't already happen). I'll also need to buy some toys to make the experience even more wonderful."
Deep down Harley was a girl with kinky tastes and she was gonna show her puddin. Leaving the bedroom and entering the kitchen to make some dinner, opening the fridge she was surprised to see a bottle of wine and box of chocolate. "Ouuuu fancy.", the box had a message as well, "A box of sweets for my sweet-J." Within the box was a set of belgian, german, and swiss chocolates, from white to dark, caramel to fudge, etc.. The wine was a 1947 French Bordeaux, very vintage and very expensive. The wine's hue is like blood if not in a darker shade. There was a note as well, "I noticed you wear red a lot and you look astonishing in it so this will suit for someone as special as you-J."
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