Harleen Quinzel AKA Harley Quinn

As you make your way to work you notice something out of the quarter of your eye, a woman dashing through an alleyway, whimpering. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you follow her into the alley. You can't help but wonder if this is the best course of action, but something compels you. As if some divine power needs you to further the plot. You come around the corner, and suddenly you realize your mistake. Standing in front of you is Harley Quinn. THE Harley Quinn.

" Fell for it hook, line, and sinker!" Harley grabs you by the arm and throws you deeper into the alley, out of sight.

"Wha - What do you want from me?" Your confusion is not unfounded. She doesn't appear to have any weapons on her, and Harley isn't one for senseless ****.

"Don't play dumb, puddin'. What do you think I want?" Your eyes run their way over Harley's body. She is wearing a tight-fit jester's outfit. "Must have been feeling nostalgic," you thought. She is fit, like you, but more defined. She has c-cup breasts, not too big, but firm. You look back up, and she notices you blushing. Harley giggles, and you maintain eye contact for a bit too long. She stands up to see if anyone saw or heard this little ordeal. You catch an eyeful of her ass. Nice and firm.

"Hot damn, that ass is criminal," you think to yourself. As you ruminate over your masterfully-crafted pun, Harley turns back to you. She walks towards you, and you can't help but notice something... strange about her. A bulge, close to her crotch, right where a dick would be. "No way... Nah, that's insane." Before you finish that thought, your observation is confirmed. The bulge grows, and what used to be an admittedly sizable bulge becomes a damn-near perfect outline of an 8-inch cock.

"Um... is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?"

"Funny. I like a girl with a sense of humor. Listen, prison is tough. Being in solitary confinement for 8-months does things to ya'. When I was caught, I was in the middle of some... *ahem*.... sexy-time with Ivy. Lady has a way with chemicals. So now I'm stuck with this. 8-months in a maximum security prison with no sex and your hands tied behind your back makes you ****. Especially with a newly-formed cock between your legs. So when I broke out, the first thing I needed was sex. Nice, hard, sex. I saw you walking down the street, and decided that was that. Now we're here. You in?"

You think over the idea. You haven't had sex in a long time. And that cock is... hypnotizing. But she is also a convicted felon. What do you do?