Another week goes by. Once again, most night are spent in my club. Joker goes to his and sometimes, we crash each other's and have some fun. It's the least we could do for one another. Some people try to hire me for the dumbest shit out there, some are willing to pay a good price and I do that dumb shit. Who would've thought that I'd be getting paid to kill and stalk and to watch someone's dog?
They're honestly lucky I didn't steal their dog. I figured if you are willing to hire a professional stalker and murderer and Queen of Gotham to watch your dog, it means something to you. Taking a dog that's loved like that is just fucked up.
For example of getting paid, there is a man who has been babbling and whatever now. I have no idea what he's been says because I've been too lost in my thoughts.
"Okay so.... I had no desire to listen to the sob story. Just give me the name and I will shoot this person once in the head. Price goes up for woman." The man took out his phone and I took it from him. On the phone was a photo of a man. I feel like I've seen him before.... somewhere. Maybe I went to school with him.
I tossed the man his phone and took a sip of my drink. "Give me the money now and I'll do it tomorrow. You can stay here if you'd like but I don't have a 'no kill' policy so it's at your own risk." He nodded and left the club as fast as he could. I guess he didn't want to stay.
A figure in black came to the table next. "Can you not see that I have been busy and could use a second alone?" The man stayed there, his hand reaching out and said nothing. I rubbed my forehead and looked up at him. He was a she and I knew instantly who it was. I reached for my gun and so did my henchmen.
"Someone call Mr. J." I yelled to anyone who was listening. "What are you doing here Reaper?" Not a word was said as she walked around my club. The dress I wore was skin tight and silver. It costed a lot of energy to steal this dress so it would be nice if it doesn't get ruined.
Every single person in the club had a gun or a knife pointed at the Reaper. "It's 100 and some to one. Leave my club or I will make sure I play the music loud enough to cover your screams." Once again, nothing was said. She's only pissing me off even more. I looked around the club, trying to find J. Nowhere to be found. When I looked back to the reaper, I noticed how close she was to me and quickly acted on it, pushing her away from me.
Well, maybe too hard because she went flying back. It took her a moment but as soon as Joker walked in, she ran away. Just like Ivy said, she's only human.
Joker ran over to me and everyone stayed watching me. "Mrs. J.... How the hell did you just do that? I thought you didn't have any abilities." Joker looked more confused than when he first walked in.
"Hmm, I been working out a lot more. C'mon guys! Let's have fun. This is a club!" The music started up and about five seconds later, people went back to their normal activities.
I sat down at my booth, on Jokers lap of course. "You made it a tad late, daddy. Where were you?" He laughed and pulled my hair to whisper in my ear.
"I was getting you something." Excitement filled my body and I turned to face him, not worrying if people could see my panties as I straddling him. It's my club and if I don't kill them for looking, Joker will.
"What'd you get me?" He smiled and pulled out a necklace. It matches my ring and it is absolutely beautiful. I feel bad that I never get him anything. I'm going to have to change that.
"Mr. J! It's beautiful. I love it!" I hugged him and he put it on. I stood up and grabbed his hand, leading him to the dance floor.
Well, I wish that I could say his hands on my hips was the only thing on my mind. Sadly, it isn't. That was the first time I've ever used the strength that I now have. People were very concerned and as much as I loved using it, I don't want to get crazy with it. I'm afraid of what it will do to me.
My thoughts broke as I felt a poke on the small of my back. My cheeks flushed as I turned around, looking at Joker playfully. He smirked, knowing that I knew exactly what that poke was.
"It's hard to remain soft when I've got you moving so slow and sexy on my body the way you are." I took a deep breath, taking it what he just said. Getting moment where we can be sexual all of a sudden make me crave his body on mine. Sucks that I can't do much about it because we are in public..
Turning to face him, I sent him a wink before walking out of the doors and to his car. I'll get my bike another time. Joker followed me and we sped off to the house.
We didn't say anything the whole ride. It was a comfortable silence, something I loved to know I could have with him. Once we got in the house, Joker slammed me against the wall, looking me in my eyes with lust and a growl.
"What cha doin' there, Mr. J? We haven't even made it to the room yet?" I teased him, pressing my body against him and backing away when he tried to kiss me.
Though, as I thought Reaper would ruin my dress, it was him. He ripped it off of me. The whole dress came off and my black thongs, heels, ring, and necklace were the only items left on my body. Joker stepped back, eyeing me up and down before holding out his hand and grabbing mine. He raised my arm, letting me spin around to face the wall. Once I was turned fully, he took my hair in his hand and pulled lightly, just enough to make my back arch.
A moan escaped as I felt his tongue go from the small of my back and all the way up to my ear. "I love all those tattoos I gave you. I love the one you got on your neck. They fit you so well." My eyes rolled and my breathing became crazy as his hand slapped my ass and stayed where it landed, gripping tightly. "Your skin is beautiful with all that ink, baby. You're so sexy. Standing in those heels and wearing that diamond that I got you. Who's the boss?" Fuck, I love when he talks to me like this.
"You're the boss." His lips go to my neck and he bites at my neck, letting me know I would have a hickey. I couldn't do anything but moan his name and reach around for his hair.
"Who do you belong to?" Oh, you know who I belong to, Daddy.
"I belong to you." Joker roughly turned me around and pinned me against the wall.
"And I belong to you."
