Oscar, a scrawny and nerdy guy, was nursing a drink at the Joker's bar, surrounded by muscular thugs and their floozies. He wasn't a fan of violence, but he needed the money, and the Joker paid well. Still, he felt out of place, like a square peg in a round hole.
The bar's door swung open, and in walked Harley Quinn, the Joker's girl. She was a mad, ditzy psychopath, but there was no denying her charm. She had platinum blonde hair tied into curly high pigtails, the left of which was dyed red and the right of which was dyed blue. Her outfit exposed her cleavage and midriff, and her mischievous light blue eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Hey, Oscar!" she called out, making her way towards him. "What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
Oscar blushed, taken aback by her sudden appearance. "Just having a drink," he said lamely.
Harley plopped down next to him, pouting. "Mister J's been too busy with his stupid Batman obsession," she complained. "I feel so neglected."
Oscar didn't know what to say. He'd always had a thing for Harley, but he knew better than to mess with the Joker's girl. Still, seeing her like this, vulnerable and sad, stirred something in him.
Before he could stop himself, he found himself comforting her, his arm around her shoulder as she sobbed into his chest. And then, without warning, she kissed him.
Oscar froze, his mind racing. He knew this was a bad idea, but he couldn't help himself. He'd dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was happening, he didn't want it to stop.
Harley pulled away, grinning wickedly. "Let's get out of here," she said, grabbing his hand.
Oscar followed her outside, his heart pounding in his chest. They stopped in an alleyway, the sound of traffic and laughter from the bar barely audible.
Harley pushed him against the wall, her lips finding his again. Her hands roamed his body, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. "You're so much bigger than Mister J," she murmured, her hand finding his crotch.
Oscar gasped as she unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. She dropped to her knees, her red lips wrapping around his length.
Oscar groaned, his head thrown back as Harley sucked him off. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He could feel her lips stretching to take him in, her red lipstick leaving a mark on his skin.
He grabbed her pigtails, using them as handlebars to force more of his length into her mouth. Harley moaned, the sound muffled by his cock. She reached up, cupping his balls, massaging them gently.
Oscar felt himself on the edge, his balls tightening. He groaned, his hips bucking as he came down her throat, filling her mouth with his seed.
Harley stood up, licking her lips. She pulled up her skirt, exposing her plump ass. "Fuck me, Oscar," she demanded, her voice high-pitched.
Oscar didn't need to be told twice. He pushed into her from behind, her pussy wet and hot around his cock. Harley moaned, her hands braced against the wall as he pounded into her.
The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the alleyway, drowned out by Harley's high-pitched moans. Oscar felt himself building up again, his balls tightening.
With a final thrust, he came again, filling Harley's pussy with his semen. She moaned, her pussy clenching around him as she came too, her orgasm triggering his own.
Panting, Oscar pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants. Harley straightened her skirt, grinning at him. "I should cheat on Puddin' more often," she said, kissing him sloppily on the cheek before skipping away.
Oscar leaned against the wall, his heart still racing. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. It was a night he would never forget.