Call an Architect pt. 1

“So, whaddya think, Jennifer?” Harley asked the visitor, having just given her a tour of Ivy’s ramshackle greenhouse in the sky.

“Jenna is fine Ms. Quinn, and if I’m to be honest, it all seems quite absurd,” Jenna Duffy, also known as The Architect, world renowned lair-based contractor, stood there, hands on hips, in clear defiance of what’s being told to her. “Even if this ‘male’ here’s story checks out, I find it hard to believe that it could be as simple as one touch to sway the heart of any woman in sight. Being able to rewire a girl’s brain into a base-desire seeking love-****? Preposterous!”

“I… I was asking about the refurbishment plan…” Harley reluctantly explained, causing a bright red blush of embarrassment to form on her cute freckled face. Yes, underneath her blonde ponytailed hair and white workers cap, sat a button nose, two bright blue eyes, and freckled cheeks only slightly scuffed from her many career-defining construction jobs. Further down she sports a tight pair of white overalls, the pant legs cut to booty-short length, which held within them a nice baby blue shirt, an average set of b-cup breasts, and a sizable rump giving the denim a run for its money. Brown work boots and gloves round out her ‘flirty but dependable’ look as Jenna began to regain her composure.

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“W-Well, the main support structure’s intact, so all I’ll need to do is clear the excess foliage and add any requested features, adding up to a price of… $160,000!”

If you had a bow tie, it’d be spinning.

“R-Really? T-That much?” asked the harlequin, shaking in her clown shoes at how many fat stacks that’d be. Seems money troubles is her one weakness; not counting you, of course. “C-Cuz we don’t got much dough on hand… m-maybe you could let us work it off? We’re pretty handy… maybe even handsy~”

“I apologize Ms. Quinn, but Jenna Duffy never takes tradsies,” The Architect started as you sneakily moved behind her, going off a hunch. “It may be based on a villain hangout construction model, but it’s still a business I’m running here. There isn’t much that can sway this girl from the asking pri-”

SMACK!~~~

“OOOOOOAAAAHHHNNN~~~”

You delivered a spank of preposterous proportions unto Jenna’s waiting ass, causing her to seemingly cum on the spot. You started massaging the impact zone as you whispered in the orgasmed architect’s ear that the sooner she finishes this project, the more time she’ll have on your hands.

“Yes… Yes boss, right away!” the newly-motivated contractor bolted, somehow grabbing all her tools from her truck and heading back into the penthouse in a fraction of a second. She got straight to work, bandsawing all the basically-dead vines away at a sexually-accelerated pace.

Harley wrapped her rubber-clad torso around your arm as you watched Jenna go into a fugue state, somehow hammering in a board she was also cutting in half. “Wow, you sure are quite the motivator puddin,” she said with an approving kiss on the cheek. “Though even with her extra drive, this could take a while. Let’s go do somethin’ downtown, it’s been forever since I’ve been. Maybe we’ll even find some fresh meat along the way~”

And so you and Harley turned to leave the hyper-focused architect to her work, a small pool of fem-juice forming on the floor wherever she went…