"It's the Jester." Alice pouted. "She's your job. That bitch has been causing way too much trouble for us, and it needs to stop." It occurs to you that Alice calling anyone, even a girl as crazy as Jester, a bitch is mighty rich.
"I... don't kill people. Let alone for my enemies." You protest.
Darla steps in front of the group's leader and is first to act this time. The raven haired criminal lifts a foot, placing it on your lower stomach and sliding it slowly down to your groin. As she teases your rock hard cock with her gorgeous little foot, she opens her mouth.
"You do if you ever want this again." Darla purrs. Alice watches on, impressed. You shudder under her foot, but Darla keeps you nowhere near orgasm.
"And besides," Amy says, stepping forward, though looking uncomfortable near you. "we could just send a picture of your face to the Footropolis Post if you don't!"
She snaps a shot of you, unmasked and with your cock hanging out, with her smartphone.
Between the blackmail and the bribe, something snaps inside you.
"I'll do it. I'll kill the Jester." You claim.
"Haha, perfect." Alice smirked.
"But I don't know where she is." You admit. "It could take me a while to find her."
"But we do." The blonde says, blinking her blue eyes. "No matter how much we hate her guts, it pays for the city's villainesses to keep in touch."
"There's one last thing. If you kill her with this:" Darla says, producing a service revolver in a plastic bag. "You'll get a little bonus."
"It belongs to a certain cop we want out of the way." Alice tells you.
"What about my bonus?" You ask, wondering if it could be worth going past your distaste for guns.
"It's Friday, right?" Alice asks. "Maybe if you do, the three of us'll claim we're off on a camping trip for the weekend, when really, we'll be here, with you, pleasuring you with our feet? Whaddaya say, boyscout?" Alice proposes.
Her offer is too much for you. You explode, shooting cum high in the air. Darla pulls her foot away just in time.
"Okay! Amy can give you the clown's location. Good hunting, Hawkboy!" Alice smirks, releasing your bonds and throwing you a cloth to wipe yourself off with.
-
After briefly consulting with the tomboy, you found yourself perched outside the Jester's hideout. Swooping in, you saw the blonde criminal taking a nap on a couch. Devoid of her clownish outfit and makeup, and sleeping peacefully, the Jester looked like a perfectly normal young woman.
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