A daunting task

It feels like everyone's eyes are on him as Cass walks into the club, he's wearing a fishnet top that he had purchased some time ago but never worked up the courage to wear until now and a shockingly tight pair of daisy dukes that left almost all of his ass cheeks on full display. He tries desperately to avoid anyone he knows seeing him like this while many of the other club-goers just stare at him either with shock or unrestrained lust at his passing.

Luckily it doesn't take long for him to find Harley, there aren't all that many VIP areas in the club and he quickly narrows it down to the one she's in. The bouncer recognizes him and gives him a wide-eyed stare as he walks past, far too shocked at his appearance to even bother to ask him what he's doing here. Harley looks incredible, she's wearing a burgundy suit that seems tailor made for her body, tightly hugging her curves and the shirt she has on has enough buttons undone to display an obscene amount of cleavage. He realizes that this is the first time that he's seen her fully clothed, their first run in she'd been completely naked and by the time she'd presumably put on clothes before leaving he had passed out.

"Look at that outfit." Harley lets out wolf whistle at the sight of him before patting a hand on the couch next to her. "Get that tight little ass over here."

He blushes even harder at her appreciation of his body, her approval meaning so much more than everyone else that had seen him. He rushes over to sit down next to her, one of her muscled arms quickly reaching out to rest behind his neck, pulling his head in to press against the side of her breasts, his thoughts already growing slow and hazy at the heady scent of her. He can smell the **** she's been drinking on her, his nose turning slightly at the apparent strength of it, probably some kind of whiskey, he never really had the stomach for that kind of thing.

"God, I knew you were a fucking slut." She says as she reaches down with one hand to grope possessively at an ass cheek while she takes a sip from her drink.

"H-hi Harley..." He stutters out, not entirely sure what to say, still overwhelmed by the imposing presence of the woman.

"Shhh!" She reaches up with her hand holding a glass to rest a finger on his lips, quieting him, his eyes water as the glass is held so close to his face, the **** inside overpoweringly strong. "I know you're eager for me to stretch out that tight little hole of yours, but first you're going to have to do something for me."

One of her hands comes down to firmly grasp his and move it into her lap, resting it atop her still growing but already sizable erection. She guides his hand up and down her length, able to feel the virile heat of her cock through the fabric. He struggles to wrap his mind around the size of it, feeling it like this it feels absolutely gargantuan and the idea that he had taken this monster inside of him would be laughable if it weren't so overwhelmingly arousing.

"You feel that?" She whispers into his ear as she works his hand along her cock. "I've been waiting all day for this and I've got a nice thick load that I'm ready to pump into a tight fertile cunt."

Cass moans a little at the closeness of her body, her straining erection being stroked by his hand, her ample breasts, dangerously close to overflowing from the shirt that is barely containing them, pressing up deliciously against his arm and the way she leans in, her deep throaty voice so alluring in his ears.

"So what I'm going to need from you is to go find me a nice willing hole for me to fuck." She continues to purr in his ear, her hot breath on his neck already making his skin tingle. "And if you do a good job, then I'm going to take this big cock and I'm going to turn you into a sweaty worn out mess with it."

"I don't kn-"

"I don't need sluts like you to talk." She cuts him off, abruptly silencing him. "If you want me to absolutely ruin you with my cock tonight then you know what you need to do."

She takes a large sip of her drink before leaning down and ravenously pressing her lips to his, her tongue invading his mouth as she pours the liquid from her own mouth into hers. He almost chokes on the unexpected drink before he's able to gulp it down, the **** burning his throat as it pours down to settle into the uneasy pit of his stomach. Harley's continues to greedily explore his mouth, the taste of liquor still strong on her tongue as she ensures that he's fully swallowed her gift.

"A little liquid courage to get you going." She says as she breaks the kiss, the hand that has been fondling his ass cheek firmly pushing him up off the couch into a standing position before giving him a firm slap, a loud crack sounding out as her palm meets his fleshy ass-cheek, his creamy white skin already reddening at the ****.

"Now get out there, little slut." She chuckles after pushing him on his way. "And don't come back without a bitch for me to breed."