Chapter 1: Introduction
The club pulsed with a raw, primal energy that seemed to thrum through the very walls. Red lights cast long, dancing shadows across the dimly lit room, while the bass of the music throbbed in time with the steadily beating hearts of the patrons. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of expensive cologne, and the ever-present tang of sweat and desire.
The stage was a spectacle of chrome and light, a raised platform that glowed under the spotlights, bathed in a kaleidoscope of colors that shifted with each pulse of the music.
Harley Queen stood at the center, a goddess of the stage, her body a landscape of curves and shadows. She wore a costume that left little to the imagination—a shimmering, black corset that cinched her waist and pushed her magnificent breasts up and out, and a matching thong that barely covered her shaved pussy. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam, and her smile was a promise of pleasure.
The audience was a sea of faces, a mix of men and women, all drawn to the stage like moths to a flame. They cheered and whistled as Harley began her dance, her body moving with a fluid grace that was both mesmerizing and erotic.
She gripped the pole, her fingers wrapping around the cool metal as she spun, her legs splaying out in a perfect split. She was a master of her craft, her body a tool she wielded with precision and skill.
Her eyes locked onto a man in the front row, tall and handsome, his dark hair slicked back, his eyes burning with intensity. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his tie loose around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He was different from the usual crowd, his gaze not lecherous, but appreciative, almost reverent.
Harley felt a spark of interest, a challenge accepted. She danced for him, her body undulating, her hips rolling in a slow, seductive grind. She could see the effect she was having on him, his pupils dilating, his breath coming a little faster as she removed one article of clothing after another. When she cast her panties aside and stood before him, her pussy bare and glistening, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. She smiled, a slow, sultry curve of her lips, and he smiled back, a genuine, appreciative grin that sent a thrill through her.
The roar of the crowd jolted her back to reality. She had a show to finish
to finish, and she wasn't about to let this man distract her. She spun around the pole, her body a blur of motion, her breasts bouncing with each turn. The crowd went wild, their cheers and whistles filling the air. She could feel their eyes on her, their desire a tangible thing that she could almost taste.
Harley spread her legs wide, displaying her pussy to the crowd then reached beneath her discarded clothing for the 'accessory' she'd placed there earlier. She pulled out a large, black vibrator, the buzzing sound filling the air as she turned it on. The crowd gasped, their eyes widening in surprise and anticipation.
She pressed the vibrator against her clit, her body shuddering as the intense pleasure hit her. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. The crowd roared, their cheers and whistles filling the air.
"You all want to see me cum," she shouted. She was never sure until after the fact if the crowd was able to make out what she was saying but their response was as swift as it was enthusiastic.
. They cheered and whistled, their faces flushed with excitement. She could see the man in the front row, his eyes locked on her, his gaze intense. She could feel the heat of his stare, the promise of pleasure that it held.
“You sure,” Harley teased. “Things tend to get a little wet.”
The roar of the crowd made her very glad she'd donned hearing protection before coming onstage.
Needing no further invitation, Harley pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, the buzzing sound filling the air. She could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. She was close, so close. She could feel the orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in her belly, ready to explode.
"Come on, baby," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "Give 'em what they want. Let go."
And then she did.
Her body convulsed, her back arching as she came, her pussy pulsing with the force of her orgasm. A tideway of liquid pleasure burst from within her, soaking her thighs, the vibrator, and the stage beneath her. The crowd went wild, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Harley rode the wave of pleasure, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
As the last shudders of her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes, her gaze immediately finding the man in the front row. He was staring at her, his eyes filled with a raw, primal hunger that made her pussy clench with anticipation.
Grinning broadly, Harley rose to her feet, trembling slightly, and blew a kiss to the audience to signify the end of her performance. The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, the sound of coins clinking into her tip jar as she made her way off the stage, her clothes tucked under her arm.
"How did it go," one of the other dancers, Raven, asked.
She was a tall, lean woman with fiery red hair and a smattering of freckles across her nose. She was a veteran of the stage and had a reputation for being a tough cookie. Harley had always admired her, both for her skill and her no-nonsense attitude.
"Fucking fantastic," Harley replied, her voice still a little breathless from her performance. "I could feel the crowd eating me up. It was like they were all just waiting for me to cum."
Raven chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "You always know how to put on a show, Harley."
Harley laughed. "Well, I'm off. My bed and vibrator are calling my name ," Harley said, gathering her things from the dressing room counter. Raven, who was reapplying her lipstick, looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Vibrator, huh? You're not going to go find that guy in the front row and give him a private show?" she asked, nodding towards the main room where the man in the tailored suit was still seated, nursing a drink.
Harley paused, considering the idea. She had to admit, there was something about him that intrigued her. He was different from the usual crowd of horny, grabby men. He had a certain... class.
He had a certain... respectfulness about him, a kindness that was almost refreshing in a place like this. And he was fucking hot, with his dark hair and those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her.
Harley bit her lip, her pussy clenching at the thought of him. She could feel the heat of her orgasm still lingering, her body still sensitive and ready for more. She looked back at Raven, who was watching her with a knowing smile.
"He's hot," Harley admitted. "But I don't know him. He could be a creep," Harley said, her voice a mix of excitement and caution. She had always been careful, never letting a stranger into her life, especially not into her bed. But there was something about this man, something that made her want to take a chance.
Raven rolled her eyes. "He's just a guy, Harley. He's not going to eat you alive. Besides, you can always say no. You're not obligated to do anything you don't want to."
Harley shook her head, chuckling. "Just because I'm a stripper doesn't mean I'm a slut."
Raven smiled. "But you are a slut. You've told me so yourself, countless times. You strip not for the money or attention but because you see it as a celebration of the human body, of its sexual power. How is that you haven't gone home with a guy before? You're a goddess and you know it. Own that."
Harley took a deep breath then nodded. "All right. If he's still here, I'll talk to him, feel him out, see what I think."
Raven nodded. "That's the spirit. Tell you what, I don't want you doing anything without a safety net. If you go home with that guy or any guy, let me know and turn your phone's location on. If I don't hear from you in an hour, I'll assume the worst and call the police Deal?" Raven said, her voice firm and serious. Harley nodded, appreciating her friend's concern.
"Deal," she agreed, grabbing her phone and turning on the location sharing feature. She slipped her phone into her back pocket and took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
As she stepped back into the main room, she felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. She scanned the crowd, her eyes immediately finding the man in the tailored suit. He was still seated at the same table, nursing a drink, his eyes locked onto her as she walked towards him.
He raised his glass in a silent toast, a small smile on his lips. As she approached, he said, "Miss Queen, correct? You were magnificent tonight. I'm Samuel, by the way." His voice was smooth, like velvet, and his smile was genuine, not the lecherous grin she was used to seeing.
Harley hid a smile in favor of a shrug in favor of setting up her first test. "It was just a dance."
Samuel shook his head. "That's not how I see it."
She raised an eyebrow , intrigued by his response. "Oh, and how do you see it, Samuel?"
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "I see a woman who knows her power, who uses her body to captivate, to entice. I see a queen, a goddess who commands attention and respect."
Harley felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had heard plenty of compliments in her time as a stripper, but none had been quite like this. None had made her feel quite like this. Most were entirely focused on her physical attributes, her breasts, ass, and, of course, her pussy. But Samuel seemed to see something more, something deeper. It was both flattering and unsettling.
"Thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his stare. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and anticipation.
She sat down across from him, her legs crossed, her skirt riding up to reveal more of her toned thighs. She could feel his eyes on her, lingering on her legs, her breasts, her face. She could see the desire in his eyes, the raw hunger that matched her own.
He shifted his weight and said, "Forgive me, I'm being rude. May I buy you a drink?"
Only long practice prevented Harley from rolling her eyes. There it was. The classic move, ply a woman with alcohol then offer to take her home when she's too drunk to refuse. Harley had seen it a thousand times, and she had never fallen for it.
"Sure," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "What are you drinking?"
Samuel signaled the waitress, a tall, blonde woman with a tight top and a short skirt. "Club soda. I'll buy whatever you like but I'd prefer it be something nonalcoholic."
Harley raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"
Samuel smiled. "Isn't it obvious? I'm leading up to asking if you're interested in going somewhere private with me and I want you to be in possession of your full faculties," he replied.
Harley's eyebrows shot up. "I'll admit, I'm impressed."
Samuel's smile faded. " The fact that you’re impressed that I'm not willing to try and get you drunk to take advantage of you is a sad indictment of the male sex," he said, his hand balling into a fist.
"One club soda," Harley said to the waitress, who nodded and scurried off.
" Well, Samuel, I appreciate your honesty. It's refreshing. But I'm not that easy. I don't fuck just anyone," Harley said, her voice steady and sure. She wanted to make sure he understood that she was in control, that she wasn't some easy lay.
Samuel nodded, a small smile on his lips. "That's not a problem for me, Miss Queen, as I've no intention of fucking you."
The waitress returned with her drink and Harley took a sip, her eyes never leaving Samuel's. "Then what do you intend to do? Because I thought that's exactly what you wanted."
Samuel shook his head. "Hardly. If and only if you accept my invitation, I intend to make love to you. To me, fucking is inherently selfish. I hope you will forgive my crudity but that conjures up images of a man pawing a woman's clothes off like an overexcited child opening a Christmas present and pounding into her, with no thought given to anything but his own pleasure."
"I've had a few dates like that," Harley admitted. "If that's not what you do, then what do you do?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. She had never met a man who talked like this, who seemed to genuinely care about her pleasure, about her as a person.
Samuel leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Shall I describe my intentions explicitly or couch them in poetic metaphors?"
Harley chuckled. “Honey, I take my clothes off and pleasure myself for a living. I can handle a little explicitness."
Samuel's smile widened. "I’m picturing you, naked.”
Harley smiled back. "Mm...that's a good start but a little vanilla, especially given my job. What else ya got?"
Samuel's smile broadened. "I didn't expect nudity to impress you, Miss Quinn, so that's far from the only thing I'm bringing to the table. Once you're naked, I plan on starting at your feet, kissing, licking, and worshiping every inch of them while massaging the parts that my mouth aren't tending to. I imagine they're rather sore from dancing so long so I'll make every effort to alleviate that while pleasuring you. Shall I continue?"
Harley swallowed, her throat dry, and took a swig of her club soda. "By all means," she said, trying and failing to keep her voice steady. Samuel might have been full of shit but he did an excellent job of selling himself. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her corset, her pussy dampening at the thought of Samuel's mouth on her.
"Once I've tended to your feet, I'll move upwards," Samuel said, his voice low and husky. "I'll kiss and lick my way up your calves, taking my time, savoring every inch of you, and learning what you do and don't like. Then when I reach your womanhood..." he trailed off, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Harley shifted in her seat, her pussy throbbing. "Well," she said impatiently. "Don't leave me hanging."
Samuel's tongue darted out and moistened his lips. "I'll give it one lick from bottom to top, lingering for a few seconds on your clit to give you a preview of what's to come. Then I'll continue my ascent, working my way up your belly then your breasts, tasting and pleasuring every inch. Then when you can't take anymore, I'll return my attention to between your legs, bury my face into, and lick and suck on it until you explode. Does any of that appeal to you, Miss Queen?" Samuel asked, his gaze locked onto hers.
Harley quaffed the rest of her soda, her heart pounding, throat dry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on and Samuel hadn't even
touched her yet. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching for release.
"Fuck, Samuel," she said, her voice a low growl. "You're making me so fucking wet."
Samuel's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating. "That's my intention," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Harley hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a reason to say no and failing completely. "My place or yours," she asked, her voice husky. It was a question that she often asked potential dates, one that contained a hidden test most men failed.
Samuel shrugged. "The choice is yours but I'd prefer my apartment. I read somewhere that women often prefer to go to a man's home rather than the other way around. That way, they can get a better sense of who he is and if he turns out to be a creep, he doesn't know where they live."
Harley gaped at him. A few men had passed her hidden exam before but never so completely or easily. She glanced at his hands, half expecting to see a wedding ring or a line of pale skin that indicated he'd recently removed one. Nothing. Either he was a grade A pickup artist or he'd stepped directly out of a romance novel. Only one way to find out.
"Let's go," she said. "Now."
Samuel rose to his feet and offered her his hand. She took it, shivering slightly, imagining it running over her body. Despite his size, Samuel's grip was incredibly gentle. Not the least bit hesitant but soft enough that she could easily pull away if she wanted to. She didn't. Instead, she let him lead her out of the club, her heart pounding in her chest, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.
The drive to his apartment was a blur of lights and colors, the hum of the engine the only sound in the car. Harley could feel the heat of Samuel's gaze on her, could feel the tension building between them. She could see the outline of his cock straining against his pants, and it made her mouth water, made her pussy ache with need.
"How shall we proceed," he asked, stepping away from the door. She raised an eyebrow, surprised but pleased that he was making such a conscious effort to make her feel safe and comfortable. "You're more than welcome to have a look around. If you like, I'll sit on the couch so you can conduct your inspection without feeling pressured or watched."
Harley licked her lips, considering. The rational portion of her brain said to accept the offer but that wasn't the part that was calling the shots. Not tonight, not now. "There's only one room I want to see right now," she said.
Samuel's face split into a grin. "The bedroom is this way," he said, putting a gentle hand on her back, just above her buttocks. She glanced at a bookshelf as she passed it and felt a shiver course through her. Samuel might have deliberately arranged them that way but more than a few books were dedicated to pleasuring the female body. If he'd read and studied them, she was in for a treat.
The moment the door to the bedroom door opened, Harley made a beeline for the bed, a cavernous affair that, if it had belonged to another man, would have been a sure sign that he was compensating for something. The moment her ass hit the mattress, she gave an involuntary groan of pleasure. It felt like sinking into a cloud that smelled faintly of orchids.
She laid down then looked up at Samuel expectantly. "Ready when you are, big boy," she said, wiggling her feet playfully.
Without a word, he removed her shoes, followed quickly by her socks then lifted her foot to his mouth.
He began at her toes, his tongue darting out to lick them, his lips wrapping around each one, sucking gently. Harley gasped, the sensation unexpected and surprisingly pleasurable. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching for attention.
Samuel worked his way up her feet, his tongue and lips never leaving her skin. He massaged her arches with his thumbs, his strong hands kneading the muscles, relieving the tension from hours of dancing. Harley moaned, her eyes fluttering closed, her body relaxing into the mattress.
She felt Samuel's mouth run over one ankle then the other, taking his time, savoring every inch of her. Harley shuddered. It typically took her a while to get in the mood but she already felt ready to take a cock and he'd just now reached her knees.
A moment later, he said, "May I remove your pants? Or would you rather wait? Your choice, Harley. I'll spend all night building you up if you want."
Harley opened her eyes, her gaze locking on Samuel.
"Fuck, yes. Take them off," she said, her voice a low growl. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, could see the desire in his eyes. She wanted him to touch her, to taste her, to make her feel alive.
Samuel smiled, a slow, sensual smile that sent a shiver down her spine. He knelt beside the bed, his hands running up her calves, his thumbs tracing circles on her inner thighs. She could feel the heat of his touch, the promise of pleasure that it held.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulled them down.
Harley lifted her hips to help him, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched him. He tossed her pants aside, his eyes never leaving hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the raw, primal desire that matched her own.
He leaned in, his hands running up her thighs, his thumbs tracing circles on her skin. He kissed her inner thigh, his lips soft and warm, and she shivered, her pussy throbbing with need.
As he came ever nearer to her pussy, Samuel, the bastard, slowed his already glacial pace. She clenched her fists, determined not to beg, but she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to resist. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt his tongue on her pussy and nearly wept with relief. Even with her panties blunting the edge, it felt fucking incredible. She released a sound halfway between a moan and a scream as she felt Samuel's tongue on her clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her.
Then the heavenly sensations ended as Samuel began making his way up her belly. “You, I, what, fucking, dammit,” she spluttered, barely aware of what she was saying. He grinned up at her devilishly.
"Don't you remember what I told you in the club," he asked teasingly. "I intend to take my time. You’ll get your release, that I promise you, but not until you’re desperate for it.”
"Bastard," Harley said, before she could stop herself. To her relief, Samuel just laughed as he continued worshiping her belly.
"According to several books on the topic, women's orgasms are often more powerful the more buildup they receive. My goal is to give the best possible experience but if you want to climax now, just say the word."
Harley mouthed at him for several seconds, torn between amazingness now and even more amazingness later.
“Fine,” she said. “We’ll play it your way, for now. But you better believe I’ll return the favor when I’m in charge.”
Samuel laughed. “I look forward to it.”
As he reached the bottom of her tank top, he opened his mouth but Harley beat him to the punch. She sat up, yanked her shirt off, hurling it across the room. "The answer is yes," she said. "Yes, you can remove my shirt, yes, you can remove my bra, and yes, you can absolutely use that amazing mouth of yours on my breasts."
Samuel smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You read my," he said, his voice a low growl. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra with ease, and she shivered as the cool air hit her nipples. He pushed her back onto the bed, his hands running up her sides, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden even more.
He leaned down, his mouth closing around one nipple, his tongue flicking against it, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She moaned, her back arching, pushing her breast further into his mouth. He obliged, sucking harder, his teeth grazing against her, making her gasp.
" “F-fuck,” she gasped as he switched to the other breast, giving it, if possible, even more attention, more pleasure.
Harley gave a muffled scream as she felt Samuel's hand run over her clit, rubbing it exactly how she liked it. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly, incredibly. An instant later, Samuel withdrew his hand and Harley nearly screamed in frustration.
"What the fuck," she gasped, her body trembling with need.
Samuel looked up at her, a wicked smile on his face. "I have every intention of making you cum," he said, his voice low and thick with lust. "But not yet. Not until you're so desperate for it that you can't wait a second longer. I won't make you beg, I just want to give you the best orgasm I can."
Harley groaned, her body aching with need, a feeling that was made far worse by Samuel resuming serving her breasts. "You..." she panted. "You...I haven't decided if you're a fucking sadist or a genius," she gasped.
Samuel grinned. "If you want to cum now, just say the word. But I imagine it will be better if you wait until you can't wait anymore."
Her response devolved into a moan as she felt him run his fingers over her swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. True to form, he withdrew his hand as suddenly and unexpectedly as he'd applied it, leaving her gasping and writhing with need.
"Please," Harley begged, her voice hoarse with desire, her eyes prickling with unshed tears. "Please, Samuel, I c-can't take anymore teasing. I need to cum. Please, please, please, please-"
Her words ended in a gasp as she felt Samuel's strong hands slip into the waistband of her panties and yank them down around her ankles. Without bothering to completely remove them, he scrambled down her body and thrust his face between her legs.
Harley let out a scream of pleasure as his tongue lapped at her pussy, his mouth hot and eager. She could feel the stubble on his chin, the roughness of it only adding to the intensity of the sensation. He licked and sucked at her clit, his tongue swirling around it, driving her wild.
Samuel's hands moved up her body and settled on her breasts,
squeezing and kneading them, pinching her nipples with just the right amount of pressure. Harley's body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. She bucked her hips, forcing his mouth harder against her. To her surprise and delight, he made no move to resist