Introduce yourself

"Hello Ms Quinn. It's a pleasure to meet you." I say starting my whole pre rehearsed lines about who I am and the therapeutic techniques I planned to use on her.[

At least that was the plan before Harley interrupted. "So who are you really?"

"I.. I don't think I know what your referring to?" I say. My shock obvious in my voice.

"C'mon kid. I'm an actual psychologist remember? Your fake papers may be enough to fool the guards but it's not going to work on me. So I repeat who are you? I mean you got balls for sneaking into this hellhole and choosing to be locked in an unsupervised room with me. Now be a good little boy and answer before I decide to show you how many ways I can kill a man while handcuffed" she threatened with a cheery smile on her face.

Shit! Okay I didn't expect to to be caught so quickly but I might still be able to spin this in my favor.

I turned the camera into a dummy deep faked video of me and Harley talking I had pre recorded earlier. "Okay now that I ensured we have no peeping toms, I can tell you who I really am. I'm an author. But a rather unique one if I do say so myself." I said vaguely while sliding her the book.

She opens it confused but soon her eyes grew wide and quickly started flipping through pages, mouth agape. "Geez Louise kid. That's quite the slugger your packing in those jeans. And would you look at these broads. Hell you even got a few supers in here. But you don't really think you'd get me in these funny papers. I only got eyes for Mr. J. Or maybe ivy in a pinch. The point is not you" she said ending her point by sticking her tongue out at me.

"How long have you been in here Ms Quinn?" I ask not losing any confidence in getting a new entry.

"Six months. What's your point?"

"And Joker hasn't come to get you yet? He just left you to rot in the asylum?" I probed knowing she'd take the bait.

Anger flashed on her face as she jumped up and shouted. "Fuck you kid! Mr. J just been busy lately. As soon as he can he'll bust me out of here. He'd never leave me her! He's just been busy is all..." She said with the last sentence losing most of its intensity. Her anger turning to sadness and worry.

"Well I have an idea to speed him along and maybe make him jealous too? Imagine joker Hearing about you fooling around with another man. He'd come see you in a heartbeat. He'd be so jealous and protective of you. Doesn't the thought just make you swoon?" I said saying everything I thought she'd want to hear.

It worked. Harley looked out sighing satisfyingly. No doubt imagining the joker beating me to **** in her honor.

"Ok Kid you got a deal. But you better not disappoint. I've been needing a go joyride for months. But first I'll have to see if this monster is as impressive in person as it is in the pictures." She said as she slide out her chair and crawled towards me.

In seconds, she was releasing my cock from my pants while on her knees in front of me. My cock sprang out of my pants with a satisfying plop against Harley's face.

Harley practically drooled as she rubbed her face against my cock. "Oh fuck. It even bigger in person. I think I'll need the big guns to handle this monster. "

With a big smile she rip oper her top with one fluid motion. Letting her perky tits spill out against my cock. With her trademarked seductive giggles she wrapped her tits around my member.

It was heaven feeling them wrapped around my rod. Feeling her pumping her tits up and down my cock. Spitting and drooling down her own chest to keep it well lubed.

For a while I enjoyed the pleasure that was engulfing me.

That was until Harley ruined it by talking. "Oh that's quite a lot of precum. Are you already close to bursting? Don't tell me the stud that made that book is actually a two pump joke that's hilarious. I'm telling you, you don't hold a candle to Mr. J.

She continued her teasing and insults. While I'll take a lot of BS to get into the pants of certain bimbos, I'll never let some slut disparage my dick game. Luckily I know the perfect way to shut her up.

I pulled her down deep down my cock. Showing her no mercy I simply fucked her face. Her eyes seemed to roll to the back of head as she choked and gagged on my cock. Drool falling out her mouth and dripping down her tits. Her makeup running thanks to the mixture of spit and tears running down her face.

By the time I pulled out Harley could only sit there with a dazed smile on her face. At least that was until I pulled her up by her hair and bent her over the interrogation table.

With great pleasure I shoved my cock in raw up her tight drenched pussy. This seemed to be exactly what she needed to wake up from her haze.

"Oh fuck stud. Shit your stretching me out. Fuck yes yes! God that monster is fucking ruining me. More! I need more! Fuck me brainless please!!! Fucking use me as your clown cock sleeve!!" She shouted between moans and grunts.

For the next hour or so, I spanked her. Spit on her. Pulled her hair. Called her every degrading name in the book.

All while she screamed in pleasure, begged for more, and came over and over all over my cock.

After awhile I announced, "Fuck I'm close. I'm gonna cum"

Without missing a beat she pushed up deeper against my cock. "Fill me up Stud. Give me all your cum. I don't care if you knock me up. I need it."

That was all I needed to push me over the edge. Soon I was emptying my load into Harley's greedy pussy as she spasmed on my cock once again before falling against the table in exhaustion.

I quickly got dressed and made my escape before anyone realized that I wasn't the psychologist I claimed to be. Well and I want to be far away (Maybe in another universe) before joker found out. Of course I took a little time to make sure I got Harley's signature.