Harley goes shopping

Harley pulled the van into a car park and screeched to a halt. After looking around to make sure there were no people around, she opened the door and jumped out into the evening air.

"Ooh, jeepers!" Harley cried out shivering, goosebumps breaking out across her very exposed flesh. "I didn't realise how cold it was!" crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing her hands over her body, she darted through a glass door.

Inside she found herself in a brightly-lit shopping centre. She had entered through a less-used door, on a high floor towards the back, so there were fewer people around her. The naked villainess crossed to a safety railing and looked down three floors to a food court, which was packed with people.

"Mommy, look at that lady's butt!" cried a chirpy voice behind her. Harley quickly covered her protruding rear with both hands, while looking back over her shoulder.

"Cute kid." she smiled to a couple with their young daughter, "Observant." Ignoring the shocked and intrigued looks from the parents, Harley jogged off to find a clothes store.

Back in the car park, Vicki Vale opened the rear door of the van and tumbled onto the tarmac. The back of the van was not meant to be travelled in, and Harley was an erratic driver to say the least. By the end of the journey, Vicki had been thrown around more times than she could count and her sensible tan pantsuit was smeared with dust and dirt from the van floor. Her hair, previously perfectly styled for her TV broadcast, was now all over the place. She tried to smooth it down with her bare hand and no mirror, then hefted one good thing she had found in the van- a high-quality handheld camera, a backup to the clunkier full-size ones her cameraman usually used.

Vicki checked there was plenty of battery and the lenscap was removed, then followed Harley through the glass door.

Vicki entered the mall and turned left, where she could hear sounds of commotion. She dashed along the concourse, until she reached a high-end clothes boutique, where the naked and voluptuous form of Harley Quinn stood. She was confronted by a well-dressed group of young salesgirls, who were openly laughing at her. Vicki pointed her camera and started recording.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Harley was saying, "I didn't think anyone would take me seriously if I just turned up here in my birthday suit and tried to rob the place. Fortunately, there's a sporting goods store next door, and you wouldn't believe what the guy who runs the place will let you get away with if you both look like this, and walk into his shop naked." Harley pulled a loaded crossbow from behind her back and pointed it at the salesgirls, "Now, I want a nice new outfit and the contents of the register, but first let's see how you like it. Clothes off, ladies!"

They had stopped laughing by now. Vicki zoomed in with her camera as the first girl, a brunette in her twenties, looked at her colleagues, then at Harley to check she was serious. Harley nodded at her, and licked her lips. The girl started to unbutton her blouse nervously.

"Come on, toots, get on with it!" Harley insisted, wiggling the crossbow. The girl sped up, pulling at her buttons so fast that two of them came loose and bounced away across the floor. She dropped the blouse and then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, leaving her in lacy white bra and thong, along with her high-heeled shoes and a silver necklace.

"Ooh, classy." Harley smiled, "But I think they've gotta go."

As the first girl unfastened her bra and then peeled off her thong panties, Harley turned to the next girl, this one with short white-blonde hair, and looking about eighteen, and gestured for her to get started.

"N...No! I can't!" she exclaimed nervously.

"I'm not giving you a choice, sweetheart." Harley said, as the first girl stepped back to the wall, unsure whether she was allowed to cover herself with her hands or not. She had medium-sized breasts, which hung firmly above a toned and flat stomach, leading to neatly-trimmed pubic hair and the firm thighs of a runner.

"Someone works out!" Harley nodded appreciatively at the girl's body. Next to her, the younger blonde girl had removed her outer clothes, revealing a biege push-up bra and black tummy-control panties. "And someone doesn't!" Harley exclaimed at the sight, "They have definitely got to come off!"

The girl turned crimson in embarrassment as she unclasped her bra, dropping it to free impressively heavy breasts. With a little effort she pushed down the panties and let out a surprisingly-cute round belly, which she held her hands over self-consciously. As Vicki panned her camera to make sure she got every part of the spectacle in shot, she reflected that the girl seemed more embarrassed of her puppy fat that her exposed privates or boobs. Added to her embarrassment as she looked to the side as if she might find some way to hide or escape, her large buttocks came into view and revealed a tattooed red heart with "Alice" written across it.

"Two down..." Harley turned to the third girl, but was cut off when a figure walked in from the back room. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?!"

The figure, dressed in a purple lycra bodysuit, purple mask with pointed ears and a bright yellow cape, gloves and boots, put her hands on her hips defiantly.

"I'm Batgirl."