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Club//48. *Smut*

Info:The Joker is going to a meeting with a loan shark, in a Strip Club. But what if he gets a bit carried away and Harley finds out?-
Warning:Smut

<<<Authors P.O.V>>>

The Jokers pale digits wrapped around the white leather of the steering wheel as he sped down the empty street of Gotham in his metallic purple Vaydor. The flashy car sped past the street lights as a blur. The hum of the engine rang in the Jokers ears as he accelerated at a quick speed.

His dark eyes never once left the road as he overtook numerous cars. His knuckles whitened as he gripped onto the wheel, shuffling in his seat. He wore a blood red shirt, with black pants and black, polished shoes. Several of the buttons on his shirt were undone, exposing his toned and inked chest.

He was going to a strip club, owned by a man that goes by the name 'Sharkie'. No one knew his real name, but he quickly obtained the title after lending powerful drug lords large sums of money. But that was not the reason the Joker was going to see him. No, the Joker wanted to buy a certain percentage of his Club from him. And hopefully in the process make a profit, because supposedly this guy was sitting on mountains of money.

The Jokers eyes lit up as his grey orbs met the bright neon lights of the strip club. The sign read Velvet Ladies. If the Joker was successful in buying a part of the business he would recommend a name change. He would probably suggest something with Clown in the name.

The pink sign flashed above the large building in the centre of Gotham. He swung the Vaydor into a reserved parking space as the wheels skidded to a stop against the rough concrete ground. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and the engine suddenly went silent. He ambled up to the double mahogany doors, greeted with two large bouncers. They both towered over him, but he plastered on his signature grin. The bouncer to his left grunted in response and pressed the palm of his hand flatly against the door. It swung open with ease as the Joker strolled in with a nod.

He was immediately met with the smell of sweating bodies and strong alcohol. The music blared through large speakers at each corner of the room, the bass vibrating through every individual in an abnormal way. In the middle of the room sat a long catwalk. Two smaller catwalks separated from the end of the larger one. There were 4 dancing poles around the stage.

Topless dancers swung around the poles, earning wolf whistles from the ogling men who stood at the edge throwing cash onto the stage. There were glaring lights above the stage, projecting red and blue colours onto the stage, just skimming the crowd of guests who sat at tables with drinks. A small bar area was to the left of the room, managed by two bartenders who were working away serving drinks to the shouting men.

The Joker nodded his head approvingly. It looked like business was booming. His eyes soon landed on a gold plaque on a door that read 'Private'. He walked at a quick pace towards the door, shouldering past women who literally threw themselves at him, knowing he had big bucks.

He pushed the door open, and kicked it closed with the back of his heel. The small room had a wooden door at the far wall, which was closed at the moment. In front of the Joker was a long, red leather booth, that stretched across the walls of the room. He sat patiently on the seat, hoping this guy would come in soon so he could get this done and over with.

Suddenly the door he had just walked through opened. He raised his brows slightly in question as a heavily done up blonde poked her head around the door. She smirked when she saw the Joker alone as she strutted into the room, followed by two other women, one with flaming red hair and the other with dark brown hair.