HARLEY'S CLUB FUN (DC COMICS, EAGER, SNUFF)

Veronica Sinclair stood outside the back alley entrance of her underground snuff bordello, smoking a cigarette. It wasn’t easy being the villainess the media called ‘Roulette’, her business model forced her various underground clubs and venues easily accessible to the criminal element but well concealed from law enforcement, something which was far easier said than done. But the cops were one thing, the real danger was her clients themselves, all of whom were both violent and lacking in morals. Although, the same could be said about Roulette herself.

Her mouth curled into a wary smile as she took a last drag on her cigarette before flicking the butt off into the darkness of the alley, its rapidly fading amber glow the only thing illuminating the dingy alleyway. The client she was waiting for could either be the best thing to ever happen to her business, or the worst thing to ever happen to her. Only time would tell, and as the minutes until their arranged meeting ticked down, Roulette was getting more and more frustrated at the uncertainty.

The revving of a motorcycle engine caused her ears to perk up, and the sight of a red motorcycle turning into the alley confirmed her suspicions. The time for waiting was over, it was make or break time now.

“I have to admit, I wasn’t sure you’d even show up” She spoke to the motorcyclist, who took off her helmet and casually tossed it into a heap of trash. Medieval jester pom-poms unfurling from her hat now that they were free from the confines of the helmet.

“And miss the performance of a lifetime!? As if!” Harley Quinn sauntered up to Roulette before stepping past her and pushing open the door to her club, walking as she talked.

“You know, you didn’t have to wear your costume all the way here, I have dressing rooms you could use.” She said, looking over Harley’s skin tight jester's outfit, and the way that it hugged and accentuated all her curves. Her perky tits bounced as she walked, and her fat ass jiggled and swayed with every step, she was the picture of mischievous sexuality.

“I wear this getup everywhere, and it’s not like I'll get stopped by the cops for it. If they took the time to arrest every slutty girl dressed up like me they’d be too busy for coffee breaks!” She laughed as the pair passed through the club's back rooms. Thumping, bass heavy music becoming audible as they moved closer to the stage. They squeezed against a wall as they let a stagehand pass them in the narrow hallway, Roulette letting her eyes linger on the naked body of a dancer he was hauling in the cart in front of him.

“Harley, are you sure you want to go through with this?” the older woman stopped, showing a rare moment of compassion.

“Oooh, She’s got some nice tits” The hyperactive jester said under her breath, pointing at the girl stuffed into the cart, her throat cut and obviously dead. “What? Of course I do! Why do you keep thinking I’m gonna change my mind?” Harley stopped and turned around, somewhat indignant.
“Well… it’s just that you can be a little….” Roulette paused, searching for the right word to use. “... Manic?” She finished, smiling awkwardly and hoping she didn’t offend the slightly deranged woman.

“HEY MISSY” Harley stood on the tips of her toes and pressed a gloved finger into one of Roulette's tits. “I”M THE ONLY ONE IN THIS BUILDING WITH A PhD. AND LET ME TELL YA-.” She shouted, her accented voice building up to a crescendo. “Yeah, you’re absolutely correct in your assessment of my mental state.” She dropped back to her normal speaking tone and gave a dismissive wave of her hand before turning around and continuing on like nothing happened. Roulette dusted off her flowing red dress, having dealt with enough tough customers in the past that Harley’s little outburst didn’t shake her one bit.

“Well, if you say so. But don’t you dare change your mind after you get on stage. That’s like poison for my business.” Roulette shrugged, following behind Harley once again, now being able to hear the roar of the crowd as they approached the backstage area.


“Relax, sweetheart, I’m 100% committed to being dead by the end of the day.” She rubbed her hands together, getting herself excited. “Now, is the stage clean? I don’t want to ruin my big show by slipping on some floozy’s blood.” She asked as they entered the backstage area proper.

“Please, this isn’t some back alley snuff bar.” Roulette scoffed, leaning against a large box of stage props. “Although our entrance is in a back alley and we do serve drinks.” She conceded, lighting up a cigarette. Harley took a moment to peek her head out around the stage curtain, seeing a woman in the throes of death, struggling at the end of a noose for the enjoyment of a large audience, arranged in auditorium style seating.

“Looks like I’m almost up!” She pulled her head back under the curtain, bouncing with excitement. “How’s my ass look?” She bent over, backing her thick rump up against Roulette. With the butt practically shoved in her face Roulette could see how the form fitting jester's outfit hugged her curves and showed off the twin mounds of her ass and the cameltoe of her pussy, practically begging for the business woman to molest it.

“Good enough to die for.” She smiled, chuckling weakly at her own pun.

“Not a terrible joke, but your execution needs some work,” Harley said, grinding her butt against Roulette's waist, punctuating her statement by slamming her rump against her hips, causing her big jiggly ass to quake in her tight costume.

“Just like you need to get to work on your execution.” She chuckled again, having some fun with the jester.

“Oh please, now I’m gonna kill myself just so I don’t have to hear your terrible jokes” She roled her eyes and shook her ass wildly at Roulette, before bending over into a handstand and cartwheeling onto the stage, jumping and twirling like a gymnast until she landed in center stage with a split so low that the mound of her pussy pressed into the floor.

The audience went wild at her entrance, hooting and hollering as they watched the young woman. No longer paying attention to the warm-up act at the end of the noose, whose dead body was quickly hoisted down and dragged offstage without ceremony. Harley stood up from the split gracefully, sliding her legs back together and lifting off the ground in a show of her elegant athleticism.

“NOW!” she shouted, raising her arms and smiling widely. “WHO WANTS TO SEE THIS FAT ASSED CUNT GET SNUFFED!” She spun around, twerking her big juicy ass at the horde of cheering men and women in the audience. Well, almost all were cheering. A voice cut through the air, it’s owner lost in the back of the crowd.

“Fuck you Quinn! You put my brother in the hospital for 3 fucking months!” With her face away from the crowd she rolled her eyes, annoyed at the heckler. Then, like a true professional she pirouetted around and addressed the audience.

“Would someone mind killing that guy? Or at least beating him so bad he reconsiders his life choices?” She asked, the crowd laughing as club security dragged the offending patron out of the room. “Much better: please keep your comments restrained to talking about how sexy I look, how much you want to rape me, or how you’re gonna defile my corpse at the end of the show” She continued, ever the comedian, and the crowd laughed harder.

“LIKE I WAS SAYING:” She shouted again, kneeling down and gripping her breasts. “WHO WANTS TO WATCH ME DIE!” She ripped her outfit open, exposing her tits and sending the crowd into a frenzy. The music thumped louder and Harley started to dance, gyrating her body and fondling her breasts as she kneeled on the stage. She let out a deep moan as she sensually ran her finger across the cameltoe outline of her pussy, relishing the attention that the audience was providing. Her eyes moved around erratically as she stared into the crowd, watching the enraptured audience stare at her, their cocks in hand or fingers jammed up their cunts.

“God, you’re all so FUCKING SEXY!” She rolled forward into a handstand, spreading her legs in the air and twerking her ass towards the crowd, the whump, whump, whump of her colliding asscheeks adding an extra drumbeat to the rambunctious club music being pumped in around her. She kept up the intensity, working herself into a tizzy as she gave the crowd a raw display of confidence and sexuality.

With yet another example of her incredible athleticism she bent her arms and lowered her body closer to the ground while she shook her ass with wild abandon, before straightening them back out and rising back into the air. After completing several of these handstand pushups, she bent her arms again and lowered to the ground further than ever before, her jester's cap squishing into the floor. Then, with an explosion of physical power she launched herself in the air using nothing but the strength of her arms, flipping backwards and landing facing the crowd, beads of sweat flying off her body as she did.

She moaned as she snaked a hand into the tear in her outfit and down towards her crotch, the bulge of her arm under the costume visible for all to see. Plunging two fingers into her sopping wet cunt she shamelessly masturbated in front of everyone, gyrating her hips and fondling her breasts as she did.

“YOU AIN’T NEVER' SEEN A SEXIER SLAB OF MEAT.” She shouted to the crowd once more, taking her arm out through the hole in her outfit and running her hands over her body, her heart pounding out of her chest as she showed herself off. With another burst of strength she tore the torso portion of her outfit clean off and flung it into the crowd, a scuffle quickly breaking out over the garment.

She ran her hands down her rock hard abs and squatted down, showing her tight pussy off to the crowd. With one hand on the stage as balance she frantically rubbed at her clit, shaking her hips and moaning loudly as she pleasured herself. Biting her lip she let herself sink to the floor of the stage, legs splayed widely out towards the crowd.

Rolling over, she pressed her chest against the stage and arched her back out, showing the audience her fat naked ass and pussy from the rear. With one hand she spread her cheeks wide, letting the nearly fanatical crowd get a good look at the tight, puckered asshole. She licked her other hand, using her saliva to lubricate her red and black gloves before cramming three of her fingers inside her asshole, thrusting her hips out to drive her fingers in deeper. She used her other hand to rub at the plump, wet lips of her pussy, letting her ass clap back together with a meaty thwack.

She let herself get lost in the pleasure, the cheers of the crowd making every movement feel all the sweeter. But all good things had to come to an end, and as she approached climax she changed position once again. This time she spun around back towards the crowd into a sitting position before dazzling them with an act of contortionism, lifting her legs up and hooking her heels behind her head.

“SOMEONE TOSS ME A FUCKIN’ GUN.” She shouted, slapping her juicy pussy with the palm of her hand before frantically rubbing her clit. A veritable hail of handguns rained down on Harley from the crowd, most of the thrown guns either grossly undershooting or overshooting the maniacal clown. Thankfully, a small black semi-automatic was thrown with perfect accuracy, thudding into Harley’s thigh and sending it jiggling before bouncing off and landing within her reach.

Harley moaned primarily, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out of her mouth as she grasped out towards the gun. It felt small in her hands, small but so, so deadly. She pressed the barrel of the gun right between her tits, finger on the trigger. With a squeal she reached climax, legs jiggling like jello as she squirted a pressurized jet of girlcum into the crowd, her frantically rubbing hand sending the liquid spraying in all directions. She squealed out in ecstasy again, panting and laughing in equal measure as the muscles of her pussy clenched around her fingers, her body and brain was wracked with orgasmic aftershocks. Wasting no time, Harley capitalized on her orgasm by squeezing the trigger three quick times.

BLAM BLAM BLAM

The gun fired, blood spraying out her back as the bullets tore through her heart and tumbled out her back, severing her spine along the way. She was only conscious for a few moments after, but in those few moments Harley was wracked with the largest, most mind shattering orgasm of her life, even surpassing the one she had felt only seconds before. Her pussy clenched as her body started to fall backwards, spraying even more cunt juice onto the stage.

With a wet thud the jester girl fell backwards onto the stage, bright red blood spurting from the wounds in her chest and pooling on the ground beneath her. Weakly, she rubbed at her pussy and smiled as she heard the deafening roar of the crowd. Until her eyes went dull and she drew her last breath, a trickle of blood leaking from her lips and staining her pale white cheek.

Her body went still, her hands falling at her sides and splashing into the ever growing puddle of vital fluid that drained out from her gunshot wounds. Her legs still locked behind her head, her dead, rapidly cooling cunt was on full display to anyone who looked. Harley being incapable of modesty, even in death.

Club security quickly formed a barricade at the front of the stage, preventing any would-be corpse rapist from claiming her body as his prize. At the same time stagehands started to gather up the thrown guns, preparing them for resale at a later date.

Roulette smiled as she looked out towards the stage, her fingers working their magic on her clit. The crowd would get their chance at Harley, but not until an auction could decide who would get to fuck her first. After all, Roulette was a businesswoman, and she wasn’t going to pass up a golden money making opportunity like this.