Ticket to Reality (Closed for justmethatswho)

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****** Gavin ******

He hated the goddamn limo. It took three trips around the block before there was enough room to pull up in front of the building and only be double parked. Tonight must be important. Business associates got picked up in the Town Car. If Mr. Langford were trying to impress someone, Gavin got to drive the Jag. The limo was strictly for special occasions.

One last check in the mirror ensured his tie was perfectly straight, and that his thick blonde hair was still neatly combed. Once out of the car, he took a moment to smooth his well tailored jacket. The dark suit cut an impressive silhouette on his well muscled frame. Ex-military, Gavin's duties also included security.

Walking briskly to the door, he was met by the doorman who was speaking to a young woman. She looked like a pro at first glance. But it was Halloween, and nowadays it seemed the holiday was a free pass to dress as slutty as a woman desired with little judgement.

Jesus, he thought to himself. This woman was stunning. If she was a pro, she was surely well outside his price range. The bright red lipstick was a stark contrast to her pale skin, only amplified by the black leather mask. She stood perched on precariously high heels that made her legs look impossibly long. Gavin couldn't help thinking what a liability they would be in an emergency as it would be near impossible to manage more than a slow walk in them. And the dress was tight as it was tiny.

Gavin greeted her politely, "Ma'am", before turning to the doorman. "I have a pickup?" Showing him the large white card printed with only two characters in elaborate script.

'B. J.'

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30 minutes later
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An unmarked turn leads into the woods and it is nearly a half mile drive down the immaculately graveled drive before a set of wrought iron gates blocks the path. A man in a white shirt, with black vest, slacks and bow tie steps toward the limo wearing a black felt covered cat mask covering the top half of his face. The driver flashes a card to which the man nods. He takes a quick peek through the divider into the back. An appreciative smirk crosses his face before he turns and, clicking a remote, the gate opens.

The Howell estate is a sprawling mansion with a large central structure of four stories with two story wings stretching off to either side as you look at it from the massive culdesac at the end of the drive. A woman wearing the same black cat mask, in a tight but otherwise nondescript black dress and thick heeled three inch pumps, opens the door and offers a hand to assist you in exiting the car.

Two men stand at the double doors, dressed similarly to the man at the gate with the now obviously standard cat mask worn by all of the staff. They offer no greeting and simply look at you expectantly.

 

[justmethatswho]

elle waited inside as the evening was cool, she had no watch, only her clutch purse with her phone and the red lipstick. As she waited a car she had not seen before pulled up, a rather large limo. The doorman Albert went to greet the driver, the two conversed some and then waived elle over.

What elle had not heard was the man ask for BJ ... which had the doorman wondering as to exactly who he wanted. "Miss Elle Jansen is awaiting a ride .. though I ... oh yes .. her name is Belinda .. Belinda Jansen ... BJ yes." As unwittingly and unkown to elle he had given her name to the driver .. her real name.

Elle hobbled toward the men, her steps hindered in the tall 5" heels. She could see by the look in both men, that they did not mind the view at all.

"you must be Gavin .. I was expecting you ... thank you Albert .. you have a nice evening." She said politely as Gavin escorted her to the back door of the car. It was there she relized it would be near impossible to not supply a teasing view as she moved into the car. Thankfully she was able to bend and step into the limo, though she was near certain both her doorman and Gavin got an eyefull of her backside as she did so.

Once inside the limo she sat facing the front, so she could be seen in the rearview mirror. At times she shifted her legs, at others adjusting her breasts in the latex or leaning forward for little more than to give Gavin a view.

There was a certain erotic fun in it all. Though she wondered where she was being taken. She was about to break the silence of the drive when Gavin pulled into a drive witha gate. It was dark and she could see little. Clearly though they were no longer in the city as the estates were rather large and on large chunks of land. Private to say the least.

As they approach the entry of the estate, she can see a well dressed man directing them. He stops to verify her invitation and they can park.

Before Gavin can reach the door it is opened, by a well dressed woman in a simple yet perfectly fitting black dress and similar mask to the other man she had seen. The woman says quietly "welcome B.J. or do you prefer baise .. baise jouet?" The question sends shivers thru elle, as she wonders what she is doing, she is so nervous she does not reply as she is escorted towrd the door, where two more men stand, dressed in the same outfit as the other man and masked.

There is fear in elles soul as the doors open, she feels underdressed as she is dressed as a cosplay batgirl and the others are so elegantly dressed. Though the men open the doors and greet her, there is nothing about elle they had not seen as she was just another woman at the ball ... or was she.

Elle began to wonder .. how she would find MrSir.

Dress

 

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The small black invitation card is taken from her, and the large man waves it under some kind of scanner attached to his phone. The resulting beep is apparently a good thing, as he tosses the card into a large bowl full of similar cards and nods to the second man who silently opens the door for her.

A woman behind Elle clears her throat. The man next to her looks up from Elle's ass with a guilty expression, as the red head gives him a glare. She is dressed in a full leather jumpsuit, carefully crafted and tailored, that looks like it came straight off the set of the Black Widow movie. While shapely, her body is not without its flaws and she is substantially older than her companion.

He, on the other hand, looks to have stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine. Broad shouldered, and heavily muscled, he is painted green from head to toe and wearing nothing but a pair of shredded skin tight jeans, that only make it to mid thigh.

Faint sounds of electronic music can be heard in the massive foyer beneath the hushed conversations and clicking of stiletto heels on the hardwood parquet floors. Another couple in intricately detailed costumes depicting Wonder Woman and Superman are exciting the east wing. A banner above their heads reads 'Haunted Whore House'.

Near the entrance to the west wing. A gaggle of three women stand having a serious looking conversation with a man who looks to be in his thirties in a rather normal white suit. The women's costumes, Cat Woman, Poison Ivy, and Mystique, are not nearly as well crafted or detailed as the others Elle has seen. Their authenticity is further hindered by the fact that priority was obviously given to making the costumes revealing.

Beyond them Elle can see a bar area with more costumed party goers coming and going. The music seems to be drifting from this direction, suggesting the main ballroom must be somewhere beyond the bar.

 

[justmethatswho]

elles nerves continue. Her nipples hard with excitement now on display in her tight little dress. Her steps hampered by the stunning tall heels. She is unaware of the inspection of the man behind her until she hears the woman clear her thraot. elle turns, smiling. whispering she is sorry to the woman, who is clearly older than the hunk of a man she is with.

Music can be heard, though it seems to still be distanced. The man scans her invitation and discards it in a bowl full of others. A calming feel as it is an indication this will not be a one on one evening with only her and MrSir.

The theme is clear .. super heroes .. though a party of super heroes is only complete if there are also villains ... she smiles at Wonderwon .. in a costume as intricate as if taken from the movie. Superman also.

Haunted Whore House .. she smiles at the play on words .. the adult theming .. thinking looking around at the sexy women and even herself dressed as she was. It seems halloween is the perfect opportunity for women to play on their own sexuality with little or no judgement.

Next she sees a woman wearing a catwoman costume, so perfectly fit upon her body and what looks to be tighter than the costume Michelle Pfieffer wore. Also Poison Ivy and Mystique. She smiled thinking yes .. girl power.

There was a bar, elle needed something to wet her pallet so she turned and made her way to the crowded bar.

 

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The bar is big enough to comfortably accommodate a couple dozen people, and there are slightly less than that occupying it at the moment. The exact number would be hard to pin down as there is a constant trickle of people coming and going. The brightly colored costumes of hero and villain alike are an odd contrast to the dark woods, polished brass and rich red leather of the very old fashioned bar area.

A marble topped bar runs the entire length of the back of the room. Light from a half dozen hanging lamps dance among the brightly colored liquids in row upon row of bottles shelved against the mirrored wall. Five tiny tables, scarcely bigger than a dinner plate, are evenly spread around the room, with no chairs, serving merely as a place for guests to set their drinks down as they converse. Four booths on the outer wall with red leather seats allow just enough room for two people to sit across from one another.

As Elle passes one such booth, a young man catches her eye with a nod and an appreciative look before a well manicured fingernail reaches out to the side of his chin and directs his view back to his attractive female companion.

“Looking for an upgrade?” she asks him in a playful but accusatory tone.

“Upgrade? Never!” He assures her with a cocky grin. “But the more the merrier right?”

The woman lets her eyes slide up and down Elle’s body with a smile, but makes no attempt to stop her.

Unburdened by such concerns as labor cost, the bar is overstaffed, with two men and two women, all in the now familiar cat masks, preparing drinks for the guests. Meaning it takes very little time for Elle to procure her favored beverage. Taking in the surroundings and her fellow guests, she watches as trays of wine and champagne are carried out a side door, no doubt destined for the main ballroom.

Looking back a man has approached from a nearby booth. His costume is an elaborate affair. Top hat and tails, but the entirety is covered in smudges and grime. A long prosthetic nose juts from his pale face, and he is quite rotund. A rather good depiction of The Penguin by any measure.

Elle nearly towers over the man who can not be more than five foot six. The suit is padded, but she can tell the wearer is still somewhat overweight, and when he tips his tophat in greeting, it is obvious that the stringy comb over is all too real. “So! You have finally arrived. I have been quite anxious to meet you in person.” He makes little effort to maintain eye contact, his eyes having settled on her legs by the time he finishes his sentence and linger there.

 

[justmethatswho]

elle is alert and aware of all going on, though she is in sensory overload and it is difficult to track in her heighted state.

Spotting a man, is that him MrSir, oh how she hoped as the man was handsome and fit, her lust quickly grew, then she saw the fingernail, perfect and confident turn his head away, and elle was certain no more he was her sir.

elle has deciphered the workers from the guest as it was quite easy as the ones with the cat masks were clearly the servers. It appeared little expense was spared as the party horderves and booze where freely flowing. The bar only serving top shelf liquor.

She had spotted the plump pointy nosed man exit his booth and thought little not seeing him approach her. That was until she turned, seing the nose, the costume was wonderful, leaning not a hint of who the man was suppoed to be. Where as her costume was sexy cosplay, his was near perfection and details, in that she admired him.

“So! You have finally arrived. I have been quite anxious to meet you in person.”

It is not long and his eyes have wandered down, from her face to her breasts settling upon her legs. As she stood much taller that the little penguin, in part with help of the 5" heels, even so she would have been taller than this plump man in her bare feet.

As much as she wanted to ask if he was indeed MrSir, she bit her tongue at presenting the question. Her mind was frantic for answers and unanswered questions. She wondered if indeed this was MrSir, it had to be for there was no one else who knew she was coming this night. Her mind filling in blanks to her story, to tell herself what she wanted things to be.

Even so, she played it cool and into her own character.

"Well hello .. Oswald .. Cobblepot .. So have you been awaiting my arrival .. it makes me wonder what vial scene you have schemed up for this hallowed night." elle spoke trying to sound confident and playing her role.

 

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***** Dexter *****
A grin spread across his artificially grimy face.

"A DC fan I see! Excellent!"

The service had outdone themselves. They came highly recommended, and were egregiously expensive, but now he could see why. He could barely stop staring at those heels.

The form fitting dress hid nothing. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her initially. It was bad form to paw at your escort in public. All that was to be handled in private after proper negotiations. But then again, she wasn't your average escort.

All had been agreed upon in advance. The fees already deposited in the appropriate account. She was his for the evening. To do with as he pleased. Total compliance, is what he had been assured.

He extended his arm to touch her shoulder, his pudgy fingers trembling slightly as they slid down the length of her arm. "Marvelous" He whispered.

Seeming to suddenly remember himself he cleared his throat and straightened his back. His voice took on an air of authority. "You may address me as simply 'Sir'. Now, let's go enjoy the party a little shall we?"

Dexter had considered skipping the party all together and taking her immediately back to his hotel. But first he wanted to show her off a bit. It was a shame no one would know it was him with this beautiful girl, but that didn't mean he couldn't still enjoy the feeling of the jealous stares from the other men at the party.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out of the bar. A short walk down the curved hallway, weaving through random clusters of conversation, as the thumping beat of the music grows louder. Dexter was no dancer per se, but he couldn't pass this opportunity up. Pulling his Batgirl onto the dance floor he spun her around, and pressed himself against her back. One hand rested on her hip while the other curled around her stomach and with all the rhythm he could muster he began swaying with the music.

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***** Vicki *****
"I Swear! Trevor has no idea. All I've told him is that there is going to be a big surprise." Vicki barely knew this man and had been quite surprised when he contacted her with this proposition, but her mind had been buzzing ever since. A small group passed them on the way to the dance floor and Vicki moved far closer to Trevor's friend than necessary to let them pass.

He wore a Batman costume. Not the gritty dark suit of molded latex and vinyl of the modern movies, but the old school spandex and silk of the 60's era Burt Ward. But unlike the pudgy star of the campy television series, this man was fit, his muscles well toned, making the costume quite flattering.

She let her chest brush against him, sending a tingle through her nipples. They were already stiff in anticipation of what the night held in store, and on prominent display in her skin tight t-shirt. She was confident if she worked Trevor long enough he would let her fuck this mysterious friend of his. But once again, her thinly veiled advance earned her little more than an appreciative glance at her rack. He didn't seem very interested.

He suddenly gripped her elbow, turning her sideways. "Look. In the Batgirl costume. Our guest has arrived." he said, a hint of excitement sneaking into his usually measured voice.

She was pretty. Too pretty!

Vicki reflexively looked down at herself. She was in her physical prime. Mid-twenties, her body was firm and shapely, and tonight's outfit made sure that was no secret. Her thin cotton shirt looked like it had been painted on, and the tiny shorts barely covered her well rounded ass. Wedge heeled sneakers accentuated her long legs, and with the pony tails and meticulous messy makeup Vicki knew she was the perfect picture of a sexy Harley Quinn.

She was used to being the sexiest girl in the room. Batgirl over there had her second guessing. No matter. She knew she had Trevor wrapped around her little finger. She wasn't going to let that change.

"Who's the guy she's with? The Penguin." She asked curiously.

Trevor's friend chuckled slightly. "I have no idea. "

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[justmethatswho]

elle had allowed the Penguin to lead her to the dance floor. He smiled as if he was the cat who had just eaten the canary. Though she was intrigued, she was puzzled as he quickly averted the Oswld name for simply being called sir. The request for sir was not a surprise, though just sir, did surprise her in that he had not request MrSir. Still she follwed his lead, not even trying to move from his handsy touches. Though even the touches seemed eager, more so then she thought her confident Master would have done to her.

Even so she danced, his touches easily felt thru the thin latex dress. As she looked down, her own breasts eager and showing it to the party .. for all could see her nipples hard in the tight dress.

elle found some confidence in the mask, as if hiding her identity except for the one person she knew .. though even the person she knew at this party was not known to her.

As she danced, the penguin ogled her body, her breasts, which were in direct view of the short man as he looked ahead. elle began thinking this was all a mistaked, that her fantasy was just that a fantasy ... that reality would not allow anyone to live out a true fantasy .. let alone the fanasy or eroticism in her mind.

"please excuse me Sir ... may I excuse myself for a visit to the ladies room?" elle asked .. though before getting a full answer she had stepped back from the penguin .. away from his touch.

elle was oblivious to the woman and man talking of her and watching her.

 

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***** Matt (aka MrSir) ****

An amusing turn of events to be certain. The Penguin paraded her across the dance floor like some sort of show pony, obviously relishing the stares of onlookers as they made their judgemental assessments of relative attractiveness. Did she think this man was him? Or, perhaps, she thought he had arranged this pairing and she was to play along. Either way, if she was disappointed, she did not let it show. Another credit to his good little girl.

Look at her. She was truly a sight to behold. The costume had been a bit of a joke. A callback to her trivial act of sarcasm. Intended as a lesson. MrSir pays attention, and there are consequences for your actions. But now, seeing her in it, he had to admit, it stirred something in him.

He wanted her. Badly. Raw, animal lust. Instinctual. He had developed an interest in BJ, Elle he now knew, some time ago when she had been nothing but an anonymous fellow wanderer of the seedier side of the internet. The physical attraction when the encounter on the train put a face and a body to the nom de plume 'baise jouet' had been a welcome surprise which had intensified his interest. But tonight, her look almost had him regretting the game he insisted on playing with himself.

Matt was a man who wanted for very little. The normal pleasures in life were easily attained, and as such, lost some of their luster. It was because of this that Matt had taken to self denial. A reward delayed was all the more gratifying, and Elle was a prize he intended on savoring.

"And she has no idea?" Vicki didn't bother looking at him when she spoke. Her attention was fixed on BJ, an intense look in her eyes.

"Nothing specific. I have told her I like to share. And I instructed her to attend the party. Nothing more. But she is a bright girl so who knows what she has speculated. Do you think Trevor will be pleased? He always gets me the most extravagant gifts. I've been waiting a long time to finally one up him."

Vicki gave a wicked grin. "Oh I'm sure we will have quite the adventure."

Matt cocked an eyebrow at her. "Well do be careful. She seems to relish the idea of turning over control, but I get the impression this is still new for her."

"Don't worry Matt." She said with a chuckle. "I won't break your new toy." She then leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'm going to see where Trevor got to." He could not help but appreciate the view as she walked away.

Time to rescue his girl. He made his way across the dance floor just as Elle peeled herself away from her dance partner. Perfect timing. "So kind of you to let me cut in!" He said with such nonchalant confidence that The Penguin was momentarily at a loss for words.

By the time he had gathered his thoughts enough to formulate a complaint Matt had snatched Elle's hand and swung her into a spin. A dicey proposition given her precariously high heels, but he turned his body to meet hers, catching her in his arms, and almost literally sweeping her off her feet as they slid their way into the crowd with the grace of Fred Astaire.

He grinned broadly as he looked down at her, the eyes behind the cowl an icey blue so light they were almost gray. "I hope you don't mind. You didn't look like you were particularly enjoying yourself."

 

[justmethatswho]

elles mind was a mess, stirring trying to place what she was doing, where to go, not that she needed the restroom, yet she had told the penguin she was going there.

as if on perfect timing, as she turned a man cut in, asking to dance, not so much asking as taking the dance. elle let out a thank to oswald the penguin was all she could say or was at least being polite. As she was spun upon turning peguin was waddling away, making it clear he was not the suiter for her tonight. Though the man now spinning her was much to the contrary of the penguin.

He spoke first implying she may not have been enjoying her time. Though he was not far off she would not have confessed that so easily.

"Oh you mean Oswald .. the penguin I mean .. well he was sweet .. yet I do not think he is the reason I am here this evening. though he did seem mesmerized by the logo on my chest." elle looked down at the yellow batgirl logo upon her breasts in the shiny black little dress. "So what brings you to this gathering tonight ... I will confess .. I had not a clue as to what I was going to be this evening ... or where I was going to be. But here I am ... " She stopped herself, thinking how silly she had been, her fantasy ...

 

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Having directed his attention to the logo on her chest, the stranger took the opportunity to give Elle's breasts a long appraising look, his eyes lingering much longer than was polite. When he finally met her eyes again he showed no sign of embarrassment or remorse but simply maintained his comfortable friendly smile.

"I would not be so sure it was the Bat which so captured his attention." His body moved with a confident grace befitting the well toned physique beneath the ridiculous spandex of his Batman costume. But he kept his movements small, allowing her to stay in step despite the added challenge of five inch heels.

"Hmm? Myself. I am here to give a dear friend a very special surprise. But we mustn't say more. It's a secret." He reached up and placed the tip of his index finger lightly upon her lips. "Shhh." A practiced nudge of his hand sends her gracefully spinning away from him, and reaching the limit of their arms length he pulls her back in again. His arm wraps a little farther around her waist this time, and the gap that had been between their bodies is now gone.

His face is still calm and collected, but Elle can sense the subtle flexing of the fingers on her back. "You on the other hand. " He paused for a slight chuckle, but there was nothing mocking in his tone. "You don't seem quite sure why you are here."

"But there's nothing wrong with that." He continued quickly. "It's enviable in a way. There's a special sort of magic to simply unfurling your sails to the winds of fate and riding them to wherever the night may take you. Don't you think?"

 

[justmethatswho]

The face and tease continued. Batman added about her being uncertain why she was there. She watched him, wondering if this was in fact MrSir, though she was still uncertain.

Clearly, whoever he was going to be easy to find.

'yes but there is a great adventure in store for me this evening, or so I hope.." smiled to her batman.

 

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**** Vicki (aka Harley) ****

“Come on! Not even a hint? He obviously has something planned, and I’m pretty sure you know something about it.” Even under the extensive makeup the playfully pleading look on his face was plain.

Vicki loved it when he whined. Such a successful and powerful man, easily twice her age, and she had him wrapped around her little finger. She was fully aware this was due in no small part due to her youth and good looks, but she didn’t mind. He was handsome, fun, and saw to her every need.

She gave him a wicked smirk as she took the drink out of his hand. "I have been sworn to secrecy. But trust me, you won't be disappointed." She ran a hand up the lapel off his carefully tailored purple jacket. Then straightened his bright red tie to be perfectly centered in the collar of his yellow silk shirt. Even with the cosmetically elongated nose and chin, the pale white makeup, and the garish colored suit, Trevor still managed to look handsome.

Trevor gave her a hungry look as she played with his tie. He was already getting wound up. She thought about what they had planned for him this evening, and she felt a little tingle between her legs. "Tonight will be one to remember." She told him, pressing up against him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. Then she spotted the cameraman.

"Speaking of." She grabbed Trevor's arm, turning him around. "There is no way we are leaving here without getting some pictures of these costumes."

***** Matt (aka MrSir) *****

"Sounds exciting. Nothing quite as exhilarating as the promise of the unknown. Anticipation. Maybe some nervous tension? But good things come to those who open themselves to new experiences."

He continued to expertly weave them amongst the crowd. She was even more beautiful than he remembered from the train. The subtle contract of her body against his as they danced had his pulse rising. He tried to remain calm. Tried to retain his measured and gentlemanly demeanor. But he kept getting lost in her eyes, and for the second time now he caught himself absent-mindedly stroking her back.

Then he spotted Vicki waving to him from across the room, her hand on the chest of a man carrying no less than three cameras. Trevor stood next to them giving Matt a 'what are you going to do' shrug as Vicki beckoned. Seemed a perfect opportunity.

He glanced down at Elle's dress, tight to every curve. Her breasts perfectly outlined, her nipples prominent. His mind wandered briefly, imagining what was in store for that body this evening. He reflexively pulled her in a bit tighter. A rush of excitement coursed through him and he felt it between his legs.

Shit. He could not afford to get overly aroused in his current get up. He immediately loosened his grip and regained his composure. "Well whatever adventure is waiting for you this evening, I hope it can wait just a bit longer." He gestured to the coyote at the edge of the dance floor. The Joker and Harley Quinn. Having their picture taken.

"They want me to join them for a picture and it seems almost as if fate has brought us together. We couldn't possibly pass up the opportunity to add Batgirl to our cast. Please, come take a quick picture."

 

[justmethatswho]

the dance was fitting and intriguing, though the longer the dance continued she was uncertain this BatMan was her MrSir. Still it was nice to have some handsome company vs the penguin of earlier. Though Batman did not seem to mind the view she provided him and made little effort to hide his wandering looks.

To some extent the theme and erotic makeup of the evening was liberating, men not hiding candid glances but allow to show their true desire. elle herself had taken a moment to scan the body of Batman, letting her eyes stare at certain parts of his outfit.

It seemed her new friend was there with others, as a sexy Harley waived him over.

"Your girlfriend?" She quizzed Batman, before following his lead. "If so you are a lucky bat to say the least ... if not well this batgirl may have to open her personal preferences." elle teased.

 

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***** Matt *****

He could not help smirking as he looked at Vicki. "Indeed. Ms. Quinn is quite the catch isn't she. But no. As you might suspect, her heart belongs to the Joker." He said with sarcastic melancholy. "And by 'the Joker' I mean my slim friend just to her left in the gaudy purple suit. They always manage the best couples costumes. Come on."

Taking Elle by the hand he walked unhurriedly toward his friends. "As for myself, I am not formally attached, But, very recently, I've taken the first steps in moving a particular relationship to the next level with an absolutely remarkable woman. I'm quite excited by the possibilities."

As they approached, Vicki let Trevor's arm slide from her waist and took a few steps forward. Matt leaned close to Elle, whispering in her ear. "I should warn you. Harley is an insatiable flirt and it amuses her boyfriend to no end. I hope ayou aren't easily embarrassed."

"So! What, have, you, brought us?" Vicki asked dramatically, giving Elle a predatory look over the top of a fruity looking drink in a martini glass.

"Easy now. Let's not scare my new friend away immediately shall we." Matt admonished her good naturedly. "This beautiful young lady was nice enough to indulge me in a dance, and when I saw you with the photographer how could I resist asking Batgirl to join us!"

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***** Vicki *****

Jesus. She was even more attractive up close. Vicki didn't mind indulging Trevor's little kinks. In fact she quite enjoyed it. But would it have killed Matt to find someone who wasn't arguably hotter than she was?

As Matt continued his introduction, she shot a quick glance at Trevor. She knew that look. The intensity in his eyes. He would never touch another woman without Vicki's permission, but they had an understanding that he would not pretend to hide his desire to.

"She says she is on a bit of an adventure tonight," Matt continued, "though she is not quite sure what it is. So, what say we maintain the mystery. Therefore, Batgirl, meet my friends. Harley and...Mr J."

"Mr. J. Oh, I kinda like that." She said looking at Trevor. Without hesitation, she stepped next to Elle and wrapped an arm around her waist. This girl's boobs were a little smaller. Vicki had her there. But the way the latex stretched over them was something else. She was rapidly getting more horny than jealous.

She pulled Matt in on her other side letting a hand brush over his ass as she wrapped her arm around his waist, and nodded for Trevor to join them. He dutifully slid an arm around Elle as well. The photographer immediately took his cue and crouching slightly, snapped a couple of photos.

"Now a couple of fun ones. How about one you about to get clobbered Mr. J." As the men step aside to arrange themselves. She kept her arm around Elle, while offering suggestions to the men, as if she and Elle were long time acquaintances.

With a little coaching from the photographer, the Joker soon has one hand on Batman's chest while the other is on his chin pushing his head to one side. But Batman seems to have the upper hand, holding the Joker by his tie with a fist cocked back ready to strike.

"Oh my God that's perfect!" She laughed, giving Elle a squeeze. "Ok, our turn. And this time I think it should be the villains in control." She gave Elle a little nudge in front of her. Let's see how this girl reacts to me being in control. "The boys will love this one, trust me."

Stepping up behind her, Vicki set her hand on Elle's hip and slid it slowly across until it was centered low on her stomach pulling her tight against her body. For Christ's sake, you could bounce a quarter off this girl's ass she thought as pressed up against her. With Elle's tall heels Vicki was a couple of inches shorter. She gave each of Elle's shoes a nudge with her own, forcing her to spread her legs a little.

She took her time, aware half a dozen guests had paused to watch. It was fun being watched. The fingers of her other hand wrapped around the base of Elle's ponytail and began pulling her head back. The scent of perfume hit her nose. Subtle. Expensive. And only noticeable when one got very close. Just the way it should be.

The tip of her nose touched Elle's neck just above the collar bone and she breathed deep with an appreciative hum. She was getting excited. She let her nose make a trail up the side of Elle's neck, which was all the more elongated with her head pulled back, her face pointed to the ceiling.

Vickie made sure her lips brushed Elle's jaw bone as she whispered, "You smell delicious." Then the tip of her tongue just touches Elle's earlobe before gripping it with her teeth and pulling slightly.

One last glance, stolen out of the corner of her eye. Trevor and Matt were both staring open mouthed. Vicki closed her eyes and felt a rush as the camera shutter began clicking.

 

[justmethatswho]

elle was easily pulled into the group, in spite of her desire to find MrSir and full fill her night. Though the present company was quite stunning and impossible to not enjoy. She was not certain why, maybe the costumes, maybe the erotic unknown, maybe that MrSir had required elle to be celebate for over two weeks. Yet elle felt more erotic desire than she had in her life. Maybe the combination of the drinks and dress and music and the others here. Unbeknown to elle she was falling deeper into her nature to submit.

at first elle as batgirl lingered be3hind thinking the friends would take the picture alone, though Harley quickly pulled her in, first for the group, as harely pulled her tight and batman to her other side, the joker settling into the other side of elle. Though the touch was simple, a hand around her back touching her waist, there was comfort in that. elle did not want to think the last time another person had touched her with intention. elle had not dated since college, focusing on her career, eschewing things she did not need, like a lover for the last several years. She had not even realized how she need touching simple as this was, it was comforting.

batgirl tunred smiling to harley quin who played her character well. She obviously had confidence, as she should by how she looked. elle's mind was wandering, her eyes seeing harley's ample breasts and ft body, a bit envious of bouth, her own breasts where small, she was lean and thin, were as harley was toned. Why is it women only see their own faults with lusts of what others have.

She smiled for the picture, falling out of character, then seeing the others, she looked more serious as if the group was about to save the world. A few more pics were taken then the group becoame playful

First Joker and batman, with batman posing to punch the joker. Next it was herself as batgirl and the woman she knew only as Harley. Harley was smooth and moved behind elle, playfully, her hands then touching the needy body of elle again, urging her legs to part, pulling tight on the latex dress, a cool whisk of air reminding elle she wore no panties. Soon harley was posing batgirl for the shot, batgirl willingly complying, hoping to please her new friends, a tug of her pony tail and elle was looking up, and harley helf her head back, though she was not done, elle's neck arched back, she could feel harleys breath on her neck then her ear.

elle was unaware of the onlookers now watching though this only encouraged harely to push further. she whispered how elle smelled delicious. elles mind lingering for her lips to replay "taste me" . Nest the wet tongue upon her ear, elle's knees wobbled, as a shiver raced up her spine. she felt harley's teeth upon her lobe, then a soft bite catching elle off guard, a moan escaping elle's lips just as the picutre was taken. The picture shoed elled, arached back her legs pushed apart, the latex dress hugging her body, her hard nipples casting shadows as her lips parted for the soft moan.

elle was lost in her desire .. though not even aware she was playing the game.

 

[ManlyUsername]

***** Harley (aka Vicki) *****

She felt the quiet moan as much as she heard it. A heady mix of power and lust ran through her as this girl reacted so readily to her touch. Vicki purred in response. Her lips began to slide down Elle's neck before she finally remembered where they were.

"Ugh, Fuck!" She grunted in horny frustration as she released Elle's ear and let go of her hair, but followed it with a laugh. She was confident now that tonight was sure to live up to her expectations, but she was getting impatient.

She stepped away, but not before letting her hand slide down the girl's back, gliding over her firm ass, and curling her finger just enough that her fingernails lightly tickled Elles’ upper thigh, just below the hem of her dress.

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***** Mr. J ( aka Trevor) *****

Wondering what this supposed surprise was that Matt and Vicki had been keeping from him was dominating his thoughts, so the distraction of taking a few photos had been a welcome one. It was no surprise that Vicki took control. She was very confident for one so young. It was one of his favorite traits.

Matt had brought along another girl. Someone he'd just met by the sound of it. She was quite the catch. In a room full of beautiful women, she still managed to stand out. This was due in no small part to her manner of dress. Exotic. Erotic. Someone less kind might say slutty. One thing was clear. It was an outfit that left no doubt the wearer wanted to be looked at.

Vicki immediately set her sights on her like lioness stalking a wounded gazelle. That was definitely his girl. She knew that seeing her with another woman drove him mad, and she loved to torture him. It did seem bad form though. Surely Matt had some interest in this girl beyond the simple coincidence of her costume matching their theme. It was a bit rude of Vicki to force him to compete for this woman's attention.

First a standard group photo. Then they were being directed into a more creatively posed shot. It was fun getting into character. What would life be like as the maniacal Joker? A man without morals or inhibitions. Granted, he led a fairly hedonistic lifestyle already.

It was in this mindset that he watched Vicki… No, Harley, meticulously pose a surprisingly compliant Batgirl for their next photo. No resistance. No noticeable reluctance. Harley exercised complete control seemingly effortlessly.

The pose was not graphic, technically. An image of submission. Captive and captor. But it was undeniably erotic. The already short skirt inched higher as Harley forced her to spread her legs. Her breasts, already perfectly outlined by the tight latex, were thrust outward as Harely pulled her head back. Good god what he wouldn’t give to run his hands over them. To feel if her nipples were as hard as he imagined they were, sticking out so prominently. He felt his breath quickening. His imagination wandered. Harley and the Joker, finally with Batgirl at their mercy.

Harley bent her head to her victim’s neck. Slowly moved upward. Playfully bit her ear. The girl's mouth opened. A shudder ran through him. He saw Harley react. A subtle cue, but he knew her body language all too well. It appeared they were both enjoying this little performance. He was certainly enjoying the show, based on the stiffening in his pants.

Photos were snapped, and Harley was obviously reluctant to let go of her new toy. He couldn’t help a grin. She was as horny as he was. He was happy when returned to him. He needed to touch her.

“Enough suspense.” Vicki said impatiently to Matt as she took Trevor’s hand and pulled it around her waist, turning her back to him and pressing her ass against him hard enough he had to shift his feet to keep his balance. He put his other arm around her and rolled his hips just slightly, grinding against her without being obvious. As he rested his chin on her shoulder, he was thinking they might need to find an empty room somewhere and celebrate his birthday in earnest.

“I think Mr. J here is ready for his present.” Vicki continued. One of her hands had slipped between their bodies unseen and her fingertips were now exploring his rapidly growing length.

“In...deed” His voice cracked as Vicki chose the exact moment he began speaking to give him a gentle squeeze.

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***** MrSir *****

Matt was impressed with Elle’s compliance. This had been the first real test, and she had passed with flying colors. When Vicki wrapped herself in Trevor’s arms, Matt stepped behind Elle, taking her in his arms to mirror their posture.

“I suppose he’s waited long enough.” He said with a mischievous smile. From one of the compartments in his costume's utility belt he removed the narrow pink strap embellished with tiny crystals which twinkled in the constantly changing light. Vicki immediately put her hands forward and Matt tossed it to her.

She began moving towards Elle with slow measured steps as she slid her wrist through the loop at one end and held the shiny silver clip of the leash in front of her face. Making sure Elle got a good look at it as she advanced.

Matt leaned close and whispered into Elle’s ear. Time to drop the ruse if she hadn’t already figured it out. “Relax BJ. You have done so very well tonight. Do be a good, obedient girl for my friends. It’s important to me that you please them. Be a good little Baise Jouet”

Moving a hand to lift her chin, he placed a lingering kiss at the corner of her jawbone as Vicki snapped the leash to the ring in the center of Ellle’s collar, and began walking away letting the leash stretch out behind her.

“It was wonderful to finally meet you in person.” He added just as the leash reached it’s full extension, and he released Elle from his grasp.

 

[justmethatswho]

Batgirl was unaware she was but a pawn in the game being played. All three seemed attracted to her, Harley, MrJ and Batman. She was thinking maybe MrJ was her man, as it was so close to MrSir.

elle found it difficult not to admire the sexy Harley, her confidence was a turn on for elle. In the half drunken state, elle was in, she was not about to stop Harley, then as suddenly as it had started with the pose, harley stopped, leaving elle lusting for more. Though even as Harley stepped away, her hand slowly teased elle with her touch. elle was motionless as if desiring more.

elle was puzzled as Harrley said, a present was ready for MrJ. What was she talking about. As Batman then spoke, digging into a compartment on his belt, he tossed a glistening something to Harley who caught it.

elle was mesmerized by Harley, she saw the leach but had not guessed what it was, even as she put her wrist in the loop, not even after she heard the clip into the loop of her collar, not until she felt the wait of the leach and looked down, seeing the silver leash shimmer, being held by Harley.

What happened next took elle by even more surprise, as Batman moved close, using her names from online, for the first time she heard the voice of MrSir. It had to be him as he was the only one who knew those names. She was stunned, her night of anticipation, to meet him, now he had gifter her to his friends, .. what ws going on. A sensual peck to her cheek. Harley had moved forward, the leash was taught pulling upon elle. Her first steps she stumbled, catching herself, moving quickly in the tall heels to ease the tension, she looked back at Batman. "mrSir." escaped her lips as the distance between batgirl and batman continued to increase.

 

[ManlyUsername]

***** MrSir *****

He wondered what she might be feeling. Confusion surely. Fear? Would she regret what she'd gotten herself into? Was she bold enough to see it through? His last words should be ones of encouragement.

"Be brave BJ. Embrace the adventure."

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***** Mr J. *****

His jaw hung open, dumbfounded by what was unfolding before him. It was not dumb luck after all which had dropped such an enticing creature in their lap at tonight’s party. It was all prearranged. A fantasy almost too good to be true.

“You can’t be serious.” He said quietly as the women walked away. The eyes never left the retreating Batgirl, but a smile was on his friend's face under the cowl.

“Completely.” The eyes finally turned to meet him. “I think this is the year I finally one up you my friend. Enjoy your birthday gift.”

“Is she the one we discussed the other day?” Their discussion over lunch last week, had been of heavier topics than usual. Matt was rather smitten with a new woman, and for the first time in his life actually seemed to be contemplating a serious relationship.

“One and the same.”

He glanced once more at the retreating women and then looked back to Matt incredulous. “And you still want to do...this? Let Vicki and I…” He let the thought trail away, the gist of the question clear.

Matt set a hand upon his shoulder, a very serious look in his eyes. “Yes. I’m certain. But make no mistake. She is very dear to me. She is here to expand her horizons. This is an adventure, not a punishment. No harm is to come of her, physical or emotional.” A quick pat on his shoulder and Matt looked back. “But, judging from her reaction to Harley, I don’t think that will be a problem.”
He was almost at a loss for words. “Have no worries.” He began walking after the girls, then stopped to add over his shoulder, “and Thank you!”

As he stepped into the hallway, his mind raced. The two women walked before him. Harley Quinn, leading her vanquished prey. Harleys wedge heeled sneakers and Batgirls platform heels accentuated the slow swaying of their hips. It was intoxicating.

Harely stopped at a small service elevator and pressed the button. He joined them just as the faint bell sounded and the door slid open. It was tiny, meant to convey servants from floor to floor. Harely stepped in and leaned her shoulders against the back wall, her feet slightly apart, then used the leash to reel her prize in with her until the women stood nose to nose.

“You comin’ puddin?” Harley said in a sing-song voice and slight grin, fully embracing her character. There was barely enough room for a third person. The women’s bodies were pushed together as he pressed himself against their captive. His arms wrapped around the Batgirl’s waist, and he couldn’t help a slight groan as his rapidly stiffening cock brushed against her firm ass. Rolling his hips into her more firmly, his hands began sliding up her rib cage. He had wanted to put his hands on those perfectly perky breasts from the moment he first saw them.

“Hey!” The exclamation was all the louder in the cramped space and caught him off guard. Harley had an accusatory look on her face and he felt her hands lack onto both his wrists. “You don’t get to touch her...Yet! And not without permission.” Harley then looked her toy in the eye with an absolutely wicked grin as she moved his hands to her own chest. A new rush went through him. He liked where this was going. Obediently he squeezed Harley’s breasts, letting his thumbs begin to make slow circles around her nipples.

Harley bit her lower lip and gave a soft moan still looking the Batgirl in the eye. “You’ll get yours soon enough sweetie. For now…” Without completing the sentence, she put her chin up and tilted her head to one side. Then tapped her neck with one finger inviting. “Let’s see what you got.”

 

[justmethatswho]

elle in the tight latex dress, dressed as batgirl was being taken by the villain Harley. Almost succumbed to the powers of the scanitilly dressed woman. It was all beyond her expectations of the evening. Her own fantasy had MrSir taking her, and by nights end fucking her. This was beyond any context she could have thought. Her breath short, her heart racing as she tried to keep up. The vision of the confident Harley contrasted the woman in tow, clearly nervous, frightened, her steps meek and shaky compared to Harley's.

Still batgirl offered no resistance, her master had told her so, this was for him, she thought. In truth as much for him as herself, yet alone she would have not allowed this, yet to please MrSir she followed Harley.

Teasingly Harley backed into the tiny elevator, pulling her close so the door could close, then she felt MrJ, behind her, pushing his growing self into the back of her ass, his hands soon wandering. It was time, she should say no, aska question, yet batgirl was hypnotized by her own dirty desires. Even as his hands wandered she said, nothing, the tiny elevator did not allow her to move away. It was not until Harley ordered him to stop, that he did. Then as if to taunt her, Harly moved, Mrj's hands to her own breasts, taking the touch Batgirl so needed. The teasing continued to mount. elles willingness growing by the second.

Harley lifted her chin, tilted her head, tapped her neck and asked batgirl to see what she had. batgirl was uncertain what Harley desired, what she wanted, this world was all new to her. She had only kissed a woman a couple times in her life. What is it Harley desired. Unsure, elle looked to Harley, her head leaning down, her lips wet with excitement, and softly kissed the neck of Harley.

 

[ManlyUsername]

***** Harley *****

The satisfied little hum when her plaything's lips met her neck was a little more enthusiastic than she intended, but her skin was on fire with anticipation. She placed a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to linger, the warm wetness on her neck electrifying.

She caught Mr. J's eye. Saw the excitement in his eyes. The lecherous grin on his face. This must be killing him. Oh she was going to enjoy torturing them both.

She lifted a leg, sliding it up Mr J's thigh and hooking it behind his hip, pulling the three of them even tighter together. She heard him shudder, and he must have been grinding himself against the Batgirl's ass because her thigh was suddenly pushed into the newly formed gap.

There was no avoiding it, and Harley shivered as the pressure made her acutely aware of the warmth growing between her legs. Forgetting everything else for the moment, she opened her hips a bit wider and let a moan escape her.

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[justmethatswho]

Though unbeknown to batgirl, she was willingly falling into the clutches of the evil Harley and MrJ. Her breasts pushing against Harley, she could feel the cock of MrJ now pressing harder against her ass.

The moan of Harley, gave batgirl a sense of control, her moan was erotic, a clear sign of her own lusts, maybe a weakness in her strong veneer.

Still it was batgirl, who was leashed and collared, under the control of the sexy Harley. Harley showing her control, lifted her leg, wrapping it behind, MrJ, pulling him tighter into the women, batgirl, now squeezed in the middle. Shifting batgirl catches her balance, as her feet settle apart, her pussy lips wet from her own juices as she feels the fluid slowly run down her inner thigh.

 

[ManlyUsername]

***** Mr J. *****

Harley's nipples were hard under his fingertips, and her eyes were needy when he happened to catch them. She was enjoying this as much as he was. Fearing Harley’s reprisal, he kept his hands off the Bat as he’d been told, but that didn’t stop him from rubbing his cock against the girl's firm shapely ass. Fuck, he wanted to touch her!

As the Batgirl’s lips worked their way up Harley’s neck he could see his partner’s growing excitement. As if to confirm his observation, she lifted a leg to wrap around his hip. Pulling him forward. He groaned as his aching shaft was pressed even harder into their shared plaything.

He watched as her eyes closed. Perhaps if Harley was enjoying this a little too much she might not pay close attention to what he was doing? Running a hand down her thigh, elicited an added sigh. Reaching further he cupped her ass, giving it a squeeze. Again this seemed to have a positive effect.
Looking down and assessing the Batgirls position, he used his own leg to push hers even farther forward until her knee met the wall, pinning it between Harley’s legs. Gripping Harley’s ass even firmer, he pulled her hips forward. She moaned loudly, as her slit was ground against the Batgirl’s smooth thigh.

He leaned in and whispered into the Batgirl's ear. “She likes it when you nibble her earlobes.” Meanwhile, he began rhythmically pulling Harley’s hips forward and then relieving the pressure. Within a moment Harley began rolling her hips on her own, humping the Batgirl’s leg, moaning in time with the rhythm, losing herself in the moment.

This was his chance. Putting his hands on the Batgirl once again he let them slowly travel down her sides, Latex giving way to bare skin as his hands travelled past the hem of her skirt and down her legs. He let the tips of his fingernails drag across her skin as they moved back up, until they once again met the hem of the tight dress.

Breath now heavy, he curled his fingers under the hem. Began pulling it upwards.

The soft chime of the elevator sounded once again. Harley’s eyes snapped open at the sound. “Oh, Shit.” she gasped breathlessly, then seemed to quickly regain her composure. She grabbed the Batgirl by the ponytail, pulling her off of her neck. Harely gave her a long lustful look and then a little laugh. “Oh sweetie. The things I’m gonna do to you.”

Her eyes then turned back to him and the look was intense. “You! You need to behave yourself!” She said scoldingly. Displaying her exceptional flexibility, Harley managed to pull her foot back far enough to plant it on his hip, and he just managed to maintain his balance as she pushed him out the now open door.

 

[justmethatswho]

batgirl, was trapped between the two villains as if there was no escaple. MrJ and his firm rod, pushing into Batgirls tight ass, batgirl feeling the occasional graze of his hands as he groped Harelys full breast.

Even in her state of despair, batgirl found some control, in the form of her lips upon the lovely Harleys neck. Though it was little, batgirl, was pleased, to see Harleys weakness, taking note, if she ever had the chance again.

Sooon batgirl found herself trapped as Harley wrapped her leg behind MrJ pulling him close and batgirl even closer.


MrJ pushed batgirls leg, further apart and forcing batgirls thigh between Harleys, batgirl culd feel the heet of the harlotte before her, nudging her thigh tighter against the sexy Harley, hoping her own heat would be caressed as she did. Though the tight dress, lifted slightly as her legs where spread.

Batgirl heard a hint from MrJ, maybe betrayal on his part, though there is no honor between thieves, her kiss again rose upon Harleys neck, to her ear, sucking the lobe in, then softly nibbling, then nibbling more, certain her teeth were felt on Harleys delicate lobe.

MrJ not to miss the opportunity of batgirl distracted, his hands find batgirls sides, trailing down, teasing as he moved. Batgirl closed her eyes, her nibble now a bite upon harleys lobe as batgirl tried to hid the pleasure of the touch of MrJ. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as she felt a tug, his hands urging the hem of her tight micro dress urged up.

batgirl was lost, her mind intoxicated with desire. She did not hear the ding of the lift, not until, Harley regained her composer and said "oh shit" did batgirl semi awake from the spell. The violating touch of MrJ was now gone.

Harley scoled MrJ, again taking control, first pushing him out the door. batgirl waited though for instruction of the sexy woman, who had her hypnotized with lust. batgirl whispered. "do to me .. do to me as you wish .. Miss harley."

 

[justmethatswho]

oops bad of me .. double post