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A Life in DC
Chapter 12 - Part 1
The warehouse near the old docks smelled like rust, salt, and old diesel. Rain hammered the corrugated roof in a steady, angry rhythm that made the whole place feel like it was shaking. Water dripped from a dozen leaks and pooled on the cracked concrete floor. Selina Kyle stood near a stack of rotting shipping crates with her arms crossed under her tits. Her catsuit was zipped only halfway up, leaving the soft inner curves of her full C-cups on display. The black leather clung to her long legs, thick thighs pressed together, the firm, round ass she worked hard for sitting high and tight. She looked at the other two women and already regretted calling this little pre-meeting.
Harley Quinn bounced on the balls of her feet a few yards away, pigtails swinging wildly. Her red-and-black jester top was cut obscenely low. Heavy D-cup tits barely stayed inside the fabric; every bounce made them jiggle and threatened to spill out completely. Her nipples poked hard through the thin material. Short shorts hugged her thick thighs and the generous curve of her ass. She grinned like she'd already won a prize no one else knew about.
Poison Ivy leaned against a rusted support beam, one long leg bent, the other straight. Her green bodysuit looked painted on — full, heavy tits straining the material with every breath, narrow waist flaring into wide hips and a thick, juicy ass that jiggled slightly whenever she shifted her weight. Living vines curled lazily around her wrists and upper arms like jewelry that could kill. Her red hair hung damp from the humidity.
Harley spoke first, voice high and bubbling with excitement. "Okay so like… Daddy's finally calling us for a real group date. He's done with the one-at-a-time bullshit. He's gonna walk in here, look at all three of us, and just bend us over these crates one by one. I bet he makes me call him Daddy the whole time while you two watch and get all pissed off and jealous. That's definitely it. He's been thinking about my throat since last time. I can feel it."
Ivy's eyes glowed a faint, unnatural green. She pushed a strand of damp red hair behind her ear, heavy tits shifting under the tight suit. "Don't be ridiculous. The Green already chose him. This meeting isn't some cheap orgy invitation. It's about the next step. He felt it when he filled me — the way the life-force moved. He's going to offer himself properly this time. As seed. As something that lasts. He wants me to take him somewhere the plants can witness it. Somewhere sacred. The two of you are just… extras. Temporary entertainment."
Selina let out a short, sharp laugh that echoed off the metal walls. Her full tits rose and fell under the half-open catsuit. "Extras? Bitch, I found him. I was the one who got my cunt stretched first on that living room floor. You're both standing here acting like he sent engraved wedding invitations. He sent a note. A short, boring, note about meeting at the docks to talk. That's it. No poetry. No prophecies. Just talk."
Harley spun in a little circle, thick ass bouncing under the short shorts, heavy tits jiggling hard. "Talk? Selina, baby, no man walking around with a cock that thick just wants to talk. He's gonna line us up and make us take turns until none of us can walk straight. I already told two of my guys I'm gonna be too sore for jobs for days. Daddy's got plans. Big, heavy, thick Daddy plans. He's probably gonna cum in all three of us and make us thank him."
Ivy pushed off the beam. Her heavy tits swayed under the green material with the movement. The thick ass under her suit rolled as she took two slow steps closer. "Your little delusion is almost adorable. He smelled like deep earth and raw growth when he came inside me. The plants still hum about it days later. He's not interested in your circus act, Harley. And he's definitely not interested in your little cat-and-mouse games, Selina. He wants to plant something that actually matters. I'm the only one who can give him that."
Selina's jaw tightened. Her arms squeezed tighter under her full tits, pushing them up. Thick thighs flexed under the leather. "Plant something? You mean you're gonna get all mystical and try to grow a fucking baby tree out of his balls? Wake up. He just wants us to stop making the cops look like complete idiots for a couple of weeks. That's it. Simple. Practical. The man writes parking tickets and noise complaints for a living. He's not looking for a sacred breeding ritual."
Harley stopped bouncing and pointed a finger straight at Selina, heavy D-cups rising with her sharp breath. "Oh my god you are so boring when you try to sound smart. He's totally gonna fuck us stupid and then tell us we're his girls. I already practiced the face I'm gonna make when he cums down my throat again. Eyes rolled all the way back, tongue out, drooling — the whole dumb slut look. Daddy likes when I look completely wrecked. He gets harder when I do it."
Ivy's vines twitched and curled tighter around her wrists. Her thick ass shifted as she planted her feet. "He likes when I take every single inch and thank the Green for it while he's pulsing inside me. You two can fight over leftover scraps. I already know what he actually needs. The Green told me."
Selina stepped forward, thick thighs flexing under the tight catsuit, firm round ass tight and high. Her full C-cups bounced once with the movement. "Scraps? I had him first. I had him the next morning when he was still half-asleep and slow. I had him in the shower against the tile. You both showed up late to the party and now you're writing entire fantasy novels in your heads about what he wants."
Harley's heavy tits bounced hard as she got right up in Selina's face. The smell of her cheap candy-sweet perfume mixed with the warehouse rust. "Late? I made him cum so hard his knees almost gave out! And he let me call him Daddy the entire time. That's special. That's real bonding. He didn't tell you to call him anything cute while he was rearranging your guts, did he?"
Ivy's voice dropped cold and sharp. Her full heavy tits rose with a slow breath. "Bonding is for animals in heat. What he and I did was communion. The Green recognized him the second he spilled inside me. You two are just convenient holes he used because you were there. Temporary. Forgettable."
Selina's eyes narrowed to slits. Her full breasts pressed together hard as she crossed her arms tighter under them. The leather of her catsuit creaked. "Say that shit again and I will shove one of those vines so far up your—"
"Ohhhh here we go!" Harley clapped her hands and bounced in place, thick thighs rubbing together, heavy D-cup tits jiggling wildly. "Catfight! Can I watch? Better yet — can I join? We should all just get naked right now before Daddy gets here and skip the boring talking part completely. He'll walk in, see three dripping wet pussies ready for him, and just start railing us over these crates. Problem solved. Everybody wins. Especially my cunt."
Selina rubbed her temples with both hands. Her rational brain knew exactly what Vieri's note meant. He wanted the three of them to cool the big flashy jobs so the task force stopped looking like a joke. He wanted to keep fucking them without the entire city catching fire around it. Simple. Clean. Smart. But standing here listening to Harley's endless Daddy fantasies and Ivy's sacred seed sermon made something hot and stupid twist low in her belly anyway. Her cunt clenched without permission.
"You're both completely insane," Selina said, voice tight and low. Her thick thighs pressed together hard under the leather. "He's going to show up, say five practical sentences about laying low, maybe fuck one or two of us if the mood hits, and then leave. That's it. No wedding rings. No Green marriage ceremony. No forever-home with Daddy. Just a conversation and maybe an orgasm if we're lucky."
Ivy stepped even closer. Her thick, juicy ass rolled with every step. Heavy tits shifted and swayed under the tight green suit. The vines on her arms whispered against each other. "Then why did you almost get caught twice last week, Selina? Why were you daydreaming about his cock instead of watching the rooftops like a professional? You missed an entire guard rotation because your hand was between your legs thinking about how he stretches you."
Harley gasped, delighted and loud. Her heavy tits bounced as she spun toward Selina. "Ooooh she actually got you there! You were totally distracted. I saw the security footage from that jewelry place. You completely whiffed on a guard because you were touching yourself thinking about that thick dick. Don't even try to deny it. Your face was all flushed and stupid."
Selina's face heated. A dark flush crawled down her neck and across the tops of her full C-cups. Her thick thighs squeezed together so hard the leather creaked. "Shut up, Harley."
"Make me," Harley sang, bouncing again on her toes so her heavy D-cups jiggled and threatened to spill out of the low-cut top. "Or better yet — wait for Daddy to make both of us shut up with his cock. I bet he cums in all three of us tonight. Fills us up until it's running down our legs. Marks us. Then we all go home sore and happy and stop bitching at each other for five minutes."
Ivy's vines curled tighter, snaking a little higher up her arms. Her thick ass flexed as she shifted her weight. "He marks me. The Green already decided. The rest of you can clean up the leftovers after I'm done."
Selina finally snapped. Her full tits heaved as she sucked in a sharp breath. The firm round ass under her catsuit clenched. "Both of you shut the fuck up for five goddamned seconds. He wants to talk. That's all the note said. We show up, we listen, we maybe fuck if it goes that way, and we leave. If either of you starts with the sacred seed bullshit or the forever-Daddy speech in front of him, I swear to god I will leave you both hog-tied to a crate for the harbor patrol to find."
Harley stuck her tongue out childishly, heavy tits still rising and falling fast. "You're just mad because deep down you know I'm his favorite. He lets me call him Daddy. That's basically a marriage proposal in slut language."
Ivy smiled, slow and sharp. Her heavy tits shifted as she crossed her arms under them, pushing them up. The thick ass under her suit swayed as she cocked one hip. "And both of you are temporary. The Green doesn't share its chosen forever. Eventually he'll understand that."
Selina's full C-cups heaved again as she dragged in a long breath through her nose. She wanted to stay rational. She really did. The note was practical. The plan was practical. Vieri was practical. But the mental image of his thick cock stretching her open again while these two watched — Harley moaning "Daddy" and Ivy thanking the Green — made her cunt clench hard and get wet against the leather of her suit. She hated how badly she already wanted it. She hated that part of her wanted to win whatever stupid competition these two thought they were running.
"Just… be there," she muttered finally, voice rough. Her thick thighs stayed pressed together. "And try not to make it weirder than it already is. For once."
Harley grinned wide enough to show teeth. Her heavy tits bounced as she gave a little happy hop. "No promises, kitty-cat. Daddy likes weird."
Ivy simply turned away, thick juicy ass rolling under the green suit with the movement. The vines on her arms whispered and arms whispered against the damp air as she walked toward the deeper shadows of the warehouse. "The Green will decide. It always does."
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