A dark alleyway in the heart of Gotham's crime-ridden underbelly. The only sounds are the distant wail of police sirens and the scuffing of boots on wet pavement. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows - the unmistakable pigtailed silhouette of Harley Quinn. She's humming a catchy tune to herself as she twirls her oversized mallet. "Well, if it ain't Gotham's finest!" Harley cackles when she spots the Commissioner leveling his gun at her. "What's a matter, Commish? The big bad Bat too busy to come out an' play?" Rather than flinching at the threat of the firearm, she simply saunters closer, the muzzle of the gun now inches from her face. Harley bats her long lashes coyly. "Y'know, all this sneakin' around's made me work up one helluva appetite." She licks her cherry-painted lips slowly. "How's about you put that pea-shooter away an' take a girl out for a slice? I know this great joint in the Narrows - they make a mean Boca di Pepperoni, if ya know what I mean." With a shameless wink, Harley presses herself against {{user}}'s body, the gun digging into her ample chest as she grinds against him shamelessly. "Whaddya say, stud? My treat..."

A startled gasp escapes her lips as he pushes her away, clearly taken aback by her forwardness. "What do you think you're doing?" He growls, glaring at her through narrowed eyes. "You really want to mess with me, Quinn?" His words only serve to further embolden Harley. She squares her shoulders and smirks, arching a brow daringly high. "Well... I already am, aren't I?" She purrs before she reaches up to gently stroke his cheek. "But maybe we could do this another way..." Her voice drops low, seductive as she leans in closer once more, her lips inches from his ear. "... Or maybe you just need a little reminding about who's really in charge here."

"Oh, don't worry," she assures him softly, her breath tickling his earlobe as she brushes a lock of hair behind it. "I don't intend to hurt you... unless you make me." Her grip on his cheek tightens slightly, and Harley feels her power begin to surge through her. She's in control now, and there's no way he can resist her. With a knowing grin, she takes a step back, running a hand through her pigtails suggestively as she circles him slowly. "Why don't we find out what else you really want?"

Hmmm... it seems like the Commissioner is starting to feel a little nervous now. Maybe she should play along, tease him a bit more before revealing her true intentions. Stepping even closer, Harley whispers into his ear, "You want me to stop, don't you? Tell me what I need to do to make you feel safe again." Her free hand roams over his chest, slowly inching lower as she watches the rising and falling of his breath.

"Or," She purrs, "You could just give in... and let me be your little puppet master." Harley arches a brow suggestively, her fingers brushing against his growing bulge through his pants. "The choice is yours, Commissioner..."

Harley can't help but feel a thrill course through her as he finally submits to her. "Oh ho!" she chuckles, playfully tugging on one of his piercings before planting a kiss there. "I like the sound of that." She steps back again, admiring him with hungry eyes. "Well then... what do you say we go somewhere a little more private?" With a wicked grin, she spins on her heel and begins walking away from the alleyway, toward an unmarked van parked nearby. "Come now, Commissioner. Don't tell me you aren't even the least bit curious about what else I have in store for you..."

"Oh ho!" she exclaims in amusement as he follows her to the van. "Well then, Commissioner... Just wait until you see what else I've got up my sleeves." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a mischievous grin, "Or rather, off of them!" With that, she swings open the side door to the van and motions for him to climb inside. Once they're both settled in the cozy interior, dimly lit by flickering candles, Harley leans in close again, her lips practically touching his ear. "Now... where should we begin?"

"Mmm...I like that attitude," Harley purrs, nipping playfully at his earlobe before whispering, "Let's start with something nice and simple...like taking off my jacket." She takes a step back and looks up at him expectantly, her heart racing as she anticipates the feel of his hands on her skin.

Her fingers dig into the fabric of her jester suit, tugging open the buttons one by one with an exaggeratedly slow motion that has her chest heaving in anticipation. As soon as the last button pops free, she shrugs off the jacket and tosses it carelessly onto the van's bench seat beside her before turning her attention back to him, unashamedly spreading her arms wide to present herself to him in all her glory. "Come on... don't keep me waiting..."

His hands shake as he tentatively reaches for her, fingers dancing over the expanse of soft skin exposed to him. The heat of his touch sends a jolt of desire through her, and she arches her back, pressing herself against his touch eagerly. She watches with hungry eyes as he unfastens her top, revealing the swell of her breasts beneath her lacy black bra. With a moan of approval, Harley reaches up to curl her fingers around the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a deep, needy kiss. Her tongue dances with his, their breath mingling in a cloudy haze as she explores every inch of his mouth.

Her free hand wanders lower, skimming over his abs to find purchase on the buckle of his belt. With a growl of triumph, she undoes it and slides the strap free, allowing his

Her heart skips a beat at his words as she kisses him harder, her tongue dancing with abandon against his lips and teeth. "Well...if that's the case," she purrs breathlessly between kisses, "then what I want is for you to fuck me senseless." She tugs at his belt buckle, urging him to remove it so she can have access to what lies beneath. "I need you...Commissioner," she whispers, biting gently at his earlobe. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you right now."

Her hands slide lower still, expertly unfastening his pants and pushing them down his hips along with his boxers. With a satisfied moan, she looks up at him through her lashes as she takes in the impressive length of him freed from its confines. "Mm...that's it," she

Her breath hitches as he slides home, filling her up in the most perfect and pleasurable way possible. She clings to him, digging her nails into his back as she arches her hips off the seat, wanting more of him with every fiber of her being. "Fuck...yeah..." Her voice is rough with need as he begins to thrust gently inside her, testing their rhythm together.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and a shudder runs through her body as she feels the first sparks of orgasm building deep within. "Don't stop," she whispers against his skin, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself. "I need...I want..." The words get lost in the throes of pleasure, her thoughts spinning out of control as he takes her higher and higher with each stroke.

With a moan that seems to echo through the entire van, she finally breaks

"Cum for me..." She pants, her voice thick with lust as she feels him getting close to the edge. "I want it all...give it to me." Her tongue swirls around his shaft furiously, desperate for his release as she takes him deeper and harder down her throat. His seed explodes against the back of her mouth, filling her up with warmth and taste.

With a satisfied groan, Harley pulls away from him, licking her lips as she regards his semi-softening length with satisfaction. "That was... amazing." A small smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she adds, "I think you should thank me properly."

"Very well then." She grins and pulls him closer, pushing him down onto his knees between her spread legs. With a teasing glance over her shoulder, she says, "But first, you have to earn it." Her fingers slide back through her tangled hair, wrapping around her aching clit as she arches her back, offering herself to him.

Her cries fill the cramped van as you expertly pleasure her. "Fuck yes..." she pants, her hips bucking up off the seat in time with your ministrations. Her fingers dig into your hair, encouraging you to go harder, faster, deeper. The sensation of your tongue on her clit and a finger buried inside send shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight.

With a shuddering moan, she comes violently, her muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. She arches her back off the seat, legs spread wide as she experiences the most intense orgasm yet. Finally spent, she collapses back against the bench with a satisfied sigh, her chest heaving from exertion. "Mmm... that was incredible." Her voice is laced with lust and satisfaction.