Post by anzaleth on Jan 17, 2022 23:09:41 GMT
A while back, Pammy had given a "stern talking-to" the Penguin, who had been trying to take over the Gotham mobs. She'd convinced him that all this violence and crime was just trying to overcompensate for his repressed part, the part he'd kept in the closet for too long. Wouldn't he be much happier strutting his sexy stuff on stage at his own sexy nightclub.
The best burlesque show around, with drugs and prostitution on the side. That's the crime Madame Puffin wanted her hand in. What would give her the best time to sing, party, and get stuffed with all the dick her big fat body could handle.
"Cops giving you any trouble?" Harley asked.
"No, darling, not at all," Madame Puffin said she blew an elegant smoke ring. "We give them the whole police discount, and once they spend some time with my girls, they're happy keeping things to themselves. MMmmmm, this Gordon fellow." The drag queen rang her fat fingers over her massive body, her giant tits and ass bobbing as she thought about Gordon. "He's all man! OOOOO!"
"So you got my pole ready?" Harley asked.
"Oooo, yes, my dear."
"Cool, I'll just change to my outfit."
"Yes, you have a good time." Madame Puffin glanced around. "Boys, why don't you give Madame a shoulder massage. Madame's feeling a little stiff."
She smiled as Bane and Croc strode up to her. They were very intimidating employees in their matching sunglasses and suits. Their cocks were also utterly gigantic, totally mind-blowing. Nothing Madame Puffin loved better than to get roughly spit-roasted by these two studs.
Harley purred. Getting some real pole-dancing in should show the Iceberg Lounge what a hottie she was, and would surely net Harley some great sex that night. She hadn't yet decided if she felt more like cock or like cunt.
Choices
The best burlesque show around, with drugs and prostitution on the side. That's the crime Madame Puffin wanted her hand in. What would give her the best time to sing, party, and get stuffed with all the dick her big fat body could handle.
"Cops giving you any trouble?" Harley asked.
"No, darling, not at all," Madame Puffin said she blew an elegant smoke ring. "We give them the whole police discount, and once they spend some time with my girls, they're happy keeping things to themselves. MMmmmm, this Gordon fellow." The drag queen rang her fat fingers over her massive body, her giant tits and ass bobbing as she thought about Gordon. "He's all man! OOOOO!"
"So you got my pole ready?" Harley asked.
"Oooo, yes, my dear."
"Cool, I'll just change to my outfit."
"Yes, you have a good time." Madame Puffin glanced around. "Boys, why don't you give Madame a shoulder massage. Madame's feeling a little stiff."
She smiled as Bane and Croc strode up to her. They were very intimidating employees in their matching sunglasses and suits. Their cocks were also utterly gigantic, totally mind-blowing. Nothing Madame Puffin loved better than to get roughly spit-roasted by these two studs.
Harley purred. Getting some real pole-dancing in should show the Iceberg Lounge what a hottie she was, and would surely net Harley some great sex that night. She hadn't yet decided if she felt more like cock or like cunt.
Choices
- Harley does a hot pole-dance
- She sees someone sexy to have fun with
- Madame Puffin gets stuffin
- Some Gotham police show-up for their fun