The price paid on the head of the female was quite the considerable bounty, which peaked your interest. All the intel was gathered within a week, obviously she was not one to hide herself.
You slowly open the lock-picked door to the apartment you have traced Harley Quinn´s steps into. To your surprise, it looked quite normal. Nothing unusual, you remarked internally as you reached for your pistol, mounting a suppressor on it as you made your way further into the house, shutting the door behind yourself. Quite soon, you found her. You saw the shadow of two high-heeled boots under a slightly elevated door frame leading to the bathroom. You crouched, picked an angle and fired two shots. Slowly, you moved towards the door and opened it. You almost gasped when you saw two boots set on the ground, before the wooden door collided with your face, sending the gun flying from your hands. You fell on your back, dizzy from the hit. Then, you saw a slim frame in the doorway. That must have been her. A woman with unusual make-up that strolled towards you. You attempted to get on your feet, but a stockinged foot landed on your chest, and the woman´s hand raised a gun.
"I wouldnt do that if I were you, darlin." She mused, grinning. You let your arms rest above your head as she straddled your waist, button by button taking off your shirt, then pants, leaving you only in your boxer shorts. During all that, you were movementless, not knowing what to expect from her. She arose once more, setting her foot on your stomach and slightly caressing your skin with her stockings.
"Now, why would you try to get rid off me, eh? Not nice. I think I will have to teach you a lesson." Her foot traveled to your lips.
"Lick my foot." She ordered, aiming down the gun to punctuate her command. You did not have to be begged twice, your tongue running along her stockinged sole again and again, until you could feel her sweat in your mouth. She forced her foot on your cheek.
"That was nice. And you did it all from your own will!" She giggled, pressing the trigger. You blinked in shock, but it did not fire. Instead a cartoonish paper popped from the mooze, with BANG written boldly across it. She pranked you. Using the moment, you grasped her ankle with your hand and pulled, her foot landing on the carpet. You flipped her other foot with your leg, and in a moment you were upon her, pushing her wrists to the floor.
She giggled again, even though her back was against the carpet and you were on her. Her legs arose, locking at ankles and you felt pressure on your hips, suffocating. She giggled again and again, and you let go of her wrists to try and pull apart the scissors of her legs. She exploited her gained freedom of movement,seizing her shirt and pulling it over your head. Your face was between her breasts. She quickly shifted, and was now atop you, your hands under her legs, your face still under her shirt.
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