I have to go to work!

"I have to go to work!" gasped Nikki as soon as he was able to. To his relief, Harley looked away from the phone and gave him a curious look, yet she still sat on his stomach, and she positioned both her feet at either side of his head.

"Hmm? A job? How much do ya earn?"

His face burned a little. "Err... a little over minimum wage... just enough to keep me afloat. But I'll lose this apartment if I get fired!"

Harley laughed uproariously. "Minimum wage? That ain't gonna cut it, girly bitch. Mistress Harley demands the best." She grabbed the phone again and dragging her finger through the screen. "Let's see here... hmmm... this your boss?" The screen showed the picture of Nikki's boss.

He nodded, a pit forming in his stomach when he saw her typing. "W-What are you d-doing?"

Her foot slapped his face. "That's 'Mistress Harley', to ya, foot slut. Dont'cha forget it!" She kept on typing, saying words out loud. Nikki manged to pick up. "cum-guzzling whore", "dog-face", and "shit-eater." Soon after, Harley set the phone down. "Well, that was your resignation letter. I don't think ya need a job anymore... I have better uses for you."

Nikki's put as much defiance into his eyes as he could. "You can't do that! I need to get money to live! I--" He was interrupted by her foot slapping him again and then pressing over his mouth.

"Alright, girly bitch. Mistress Harley's gonna tell ya how things are gonna work from now on." Her toes **** into his mouth again. "See, the more points ya make for me, the stronger I get, and I get to summon more of my friends. The more friends I have, the more money I can make. The more money I can make, the more comfortable we can live so we can continue making more points. Are ya starting to get it? From now on, I am the bread-winner, and you're the little bitch that makes sure I can continue being the bread-winner. Is that clear!" She punctuated the end by shoving all her toes into his mouth.

Evidently Harley didn't want to wait for a response, because she soon withdrew her foot and replaced it with her used socks, packing them tightly inside his mouth and sealing them with silver tape.

"Now, since ya don't have toys I can use on you, I need to buy some... think of it as an investment," said Harley as she began to look inside his drawers and his closet. "I'mma need to get you some new clothes, too. This is too boring for my bitch."

Nikki, now gagged, watched as the latex-clad comic book villain skipped around his room, searching every nook and cranny, shaking her ass in his direction, whether on purpose or just Harley being Harley. He would honestly believe either of those possibilites. Finally, she searched on the ventilator system, and his heart quickened as Harley's sugary hum turned into a laugh. With a triumphant grin, she pulled out a small rack of bills; his hard-earned savings.

"Mghhh!" he protested, seeing the fruits of his labor now easily taken away by the woman who'd just told him she was going to use him as a perverted version of those Matrix machines.

Harley grinned as she put her boots back on. "Get some rest, bitch, 'cause you're gonna need it when I get back?"