Harleys Bday previously Harleys Suprise Party

After the candles were blown out harley inquires, "Can you kick these guys out now, puddin." "Not 'til everyones gotten a piece of cake," responds Joker pulling out a comicly large knive. Harley's eyes widen, "That's quite a tool you got there boss," using her most innocent voice. She felt giddy as a school girl Knowing that Joker remembered her birthday and the prank was over. Joker holds up a fork-full of cake to Harley's face, "take a bite, birthday girl." She begins to chew first tasting the frosting "mmm," then a second more watery taste develops.

Harley knew she was dupped again by the Joker when she heared him snickering under his breath. She couldn't identify the taste yet, but it was unsettling and familiar. Even the goons were spiting out the food now. "What's in this?" Harley asks with a mouth full. "Just your basic cake with frosting," Joker responds. "What's the cake made of?" she continues. Joker has a pondering look on his face, "Well the cake is sushi your favorite." Harley gags and spits it all out, "Your real funny. You know that boss?"

Harley grabs a bottle of soda off her dresser unaware she let the sheet fall off of herself. She takes a couple hard swigs, "Yuk. I hate fish. What are you staring at?" Joker points at her, "You spilled a little on yourself." Harley looks down to be reminded she is nude, and she is wet now. Harley felt weired knowing she was arroused with all these men looking at her. She yells at the joker whilst covering her breasts with her arm, "Get them out of here, Now!." Joker brushes a few pieces of fish off his cuffs and says, "You heard the lady boys, move out."

Once Harley was alone she fell on her bed, heart racing with her thoughts. "What's wrong with you, harl? You're losing it girl," she thinks. Her thoughts were drifting, and she hadn't even noticed she was touching herself. Harley imagined the felling she got with all those men staring at her, "mmm." She began to grow more sensitive to her own touch now, and aware of her explorations. Harley was twising her hips towards her playful fingers now. She bit her lip softly and moaned out, "I bet you boys like seeing me do this."

Her body had become extra sensistive to her touch by this time. When she slid two of her digits into herself she let out a loud moan, "oh god!" that echoed through out the hide-out. Harley was too lost in herself to realize what just happened, or didn't care any longer. Her fingers curled with her voice yelling out, "yes yes yes." In previous times like this she worried about unwanted intruders, now she longed for them. Her eyes fixated on the door, fantasizing about men seeing everything she was doing.

"This is wrong," Harley states sensualy, still fingering herself furiously. "Get your mind out of the gutter, it's so wrong and.." her body tensed, "..I want to do it!" Her breathing was returning to normal now but she still felt horny despite her recent orgasm. "I'm just gonna pretend this never happened," thinking to herself in an attempt to forget her sluty desires. She began dressing herself, futily thinking she could go on as if nothing had happened. Unbeknownst to her events across town were destined to cross her path.

With the final zip of her jester suit, she admired herself. Mentally noting all the features on display for men to see. "I wonder what guys think when they see me in this?" Harley says out loud, "I thought you were gonna stop thinking that." Her stomache growled, "I am gettin' kinda hungry." She grabs her car keys out of her purse and skips downstairs calling out to the Joker, "I'm goin' out puddin', be back later." Joker yells back to harley from his office, "If you see that vegetarian, tell that lesbo she needs to get some meat in her."

Harley runs out the door with an, "Uh huh." She takes her head gear off before driving to avoid unwanted attention in her convertable. With a fluff of her pig-tails she spins backwards onto the road and drives off in a trail of smoke. The radio hissed and cracked with voices and music only a schizophrenic could decipher, "I hate it when Joker switches my stations." She turns the dial to MPR (Metropolis Public Radio), and begins listening to a conversation on sex. A host states on air "Women are more sexually active in todays society."

"Damn strait," harley responds, fishtailing around a corner. The aroma of fried foods lofted into Harley's nose, "A burger sounds tasty," she states pulling into 'Clown Burger.' "Welcome to 'Clown Burger.' Would you like to try our new fish sadwich?" a scratchy voice asks. Harley tries not to gag, "Ew no. I just want a double bacon clown burger without pickles, and a large soda please." "that'll be Seven fifty pull around," the voice cracks. Harley drives to the window and hands the man a ten before pointing a gun at him.

"Heres your tip, just put my change in the bag," Harley says gleefuly. The man shocked and speecless dumps the cash out of the register into her bag and hands her it. "Thanks have a nice day," she says before driving off quickly. After five minutes of reckless driving she stops by a large park, "Oh darn it, they forgot the napkins." Harley only enjoys a few bites before a long shadow is cast across her car. She takes a hard swallow and says "I'm innocnet I tells ya."