The Role Players Pt. 03

Her mother beamed at me, nodding happily only to hear, "And I have a favor of my own I want to ask of you Andrea."

"Anything my dear, you name it."

I had worked up my courage and before it could vanish into thin air I said, "I want to add men to my book. Not the kind of men who want a submissive maid to be romantic with, complete with a happy ending. I want the type of men who will bring an edge to our play. I need it to have an element of danger to it if you will. Does that make sense Andrea?"

Her answer was to pick up her phone and type in a quick text. I stood there with a confused look on my face as the door opened and Abby walked in, holding out her hand. Her mother placed a $20 bill in it as her daughter said, "I told you, I know her better than she knows herself mom."

She turned, giving me the benefit of her full smile. "I told her you would be asking to include men in your repertoire before the weekend was over and that you wanted it rough and based on this money I am holding, I was right again sugar."

Sticking my tongue out at her she laughed, bouncing out the door as Andrea shook her head. "Holly, if that's what you truly want I am more than happy to include gentlemen along with ladies as players for you. I saw what happened this afternoon and while you have the basics down, I think perhaps that after Wednesday, you might get another crash course with Abby on the art of using your body to bring a man pleasure. What I don't want you to think is that I'm doing you a favor when in reality you are doing me two."

"Tomato, tomato, whatever as Harley would say." I gave the older woman a grin before saying, "So when does Batgirl get her costume?"

The answer was tomorrow and as I went down to see about my fitting I was once again impressed to see how our props department worked. The outfit, like the one Harley had worn, was the modern day equivalent for the crime fighter. The dress, with cape attached, was as short as any mini skirt with black hot pants underneath it. The utility belt along with a pair of arm gauntlets and the black eye mask almost completed the ensemble. It was the patent leather boots though that really put it over the top. The merry widow corset I would wear would severely limit my movements, but then again, I had a feeling that wasn't going to matter. There even had a pair of colored contact lenses ready though I didn't find out why until much later.

Sure enough Wednesday when I did a walkthrough with Andrea I found that my movements were going to be plenty restricted anyway, courtesy of Harley. She told me that the gentleman who the private showing was scheduled for was thrilled to hear I was taking part and that he would like to meet us both afterwards. I rolled my eyes, knowing that once he got a look at Abby I would become a different superhero. The Invisible Girl.

Dawn had done a masterful job on my makeup, dark exotic eyes and my long auburn hair in curls which fell from behind my mask. Looking in the mirror I couldn't help but smile and wonder what Antoine might think if he were to see me now. Walking over to the edge of the stage I watched as the clock struck the top of the hour and the curtain rose.

I walked cautiously into the gloomy warehouse setting, my eyes looking left and right only to suddenly hear a more than familiar voice. "Hey, where's Bats? I only play with the varsity, not the second string."

Looking up I saw Abby, that is, Harley standing up at the top of the scaffold steps, her look again spot on as I spoke my dramatic line. "I don't need his help in putting your pretty little butt back behind bars in Arkham Asylum Harley."

She gave me her brightest smile, turning around and looking down saying, "It is pretty isn't it? Mr. J says that's cause I'm like voluptuous all over." She looked down at me with a bit of a smirk on her face. "Not that there's anything wrong with how you look toots? What are you, an A cup at best? Maybe you could push both of them together and make one good one?" Her maniacal laughter ringing out.

For a second I felt the blood rush to my face and that was my cue. "Fuck you bitch."

Harley staggered, her eyes growing wide, her hand covering her mouth in shock as she said, "Somebodies got a potty mouth! Just remember beautiful, sticks and stones may hurt my bones," as her face turned positively evil, "but whips and chains excite me." With that she held out what looked like a remote control device and pressed the button.

I had been warned not to look at it so when the flash pot went off almost directly in front of me I cried out, the smoke billowing forth and as far as my acting was concerned I was just about done. All that was left was for me to fall to my knees, clutching my throat, as the toxic gas entered my lungs and I tried desperately to breathe.

Abby's footsteps echoed as she stepped down the metal stairs, her laughter again filling the room as I collapsed. My hands reached out trying to crawl to safety only to feel a boot on my bottom stopping my progress. "Well lookie here. I caught a bat in the belfry." I tried reaching out, my hand catching the edge of her shorts as I tried to pull myself up but she slapped my hand. "Hey, not without buying me dinner and drinks first, I'm not that kind of gal. Wait a minute, who am I trying to kid? Yeah, I am."

She started singing as I finally let my body grow completely limp as I heard, "I'm bringing home a baby bat girlie, won't my Puddin' be so proud of me." She grabbed me by the ankle and grunted before using her other hand as well. "Hey cookie, next time put down the ice cream. I got two words for you. Weight Watchers."

With that the stage went black and the curtain came down. Standing up I quickly moved over to the next soundstage, everything already in place as I found my legs pulled apart, locked into a spreader bar while my arms were lifted above my head, the restraints and chains holding me captive. Opening my mouth, I felt the leather bladder of the inflatable gag inserted then being pumped up, leaving me able to moan, the only dialogue I had to speak remaining.

When the curtain came back up my head hung down, as I was portraying an unconscious victim while Harley stood triumphantly over me. "You know I always wanted a BFF like you Batsy. You know, the strong silent type." She lifted my head by pulling the auburn curls, my eyes closed, showing the gag in my mouth as she let go and my head fell back down. "Well, mostly the silent type I guess."

Walking around I heard her say, "Well, no tits to speak of," as she stopped behind me, "and not much junk in the trunk that I can see. Maybe that's Robin in there, the boy wonder in drag." I knew it was coming but I still had to hold still as the riding crop she held struck my bottom. "Hey chatty Cathy, do you ever stop talking? It's hard for a girl to get a word in edgewise around here."

The stage was hers and she did not disappoint as I was a captive audience. "I know it's hard for you to believe sweetie but it's hard for someone like me to make friends. I thought I had a real good thing going with this female shrink back in the Asylum. She told me to close my eyes and then open them and tell her what I saw. I told her two of the prettiest green eyes. I asked her what she saw and she said a psychotic bitch. So, I picked up her letter opener and blinded her. You know what they say? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but oopsie, no more eyes. After that they wouldn't let me play with sharp objects. Go figure."

"You know, you're cute in a good girl kinda way but for me, it's Mr. J all the way. Course if he weren't available I wouldn't mind me getting a case of Poison Ivy. That girl is an itch I'd really like to scratch. Hey, does that make me Bi? To me it don't matter, male or female...I'd kill 'em all."

She strutted her stuff, walking around me as I heard, "One of the guards got a little fresh with me. I told him I like to bite and now he's singing two octaves higher, get my drift sweetie?" She looked down at my unconscious figure and shook her head while saying, "Hey toots, this is some of my best material. Show a little enthusiasm, will ya?"

Her hand found my hair, my eyes blinking, just now coming around from the gas. "So you ever let the big guy tickle your tonsils? I can just see you in taking his codpiece in for show and tell. Course you'd never do that would you little Miss Goody Two Shoes? Well just remember girlfriend, good girls go to heaven but bad girls go everywhere."

I moaned as she pulled something out from a bag lying next to her. The phallus like object was the same purple color as favored by her lover as she fitted it into the outside of the gag I was wearing. A grin that was almost terrifying on her face as she said, "This here's my second favorite, the first one uses a Die Hard battery. Get it, Die HARD? Wow, some people just got no sense of humor. Well, a girls gotta do what a girls got to do. Anyway, like you said, FUCK ME BITCH."

She slipped her skimpy shorts and panties down and buried the fake cock deep inside of her. Taking me by the ears she began to hump my face, the thick dildo quickly covered with the seed of her pleasure as she laughed like a loon and she used me as her own personal fuck toy. When she came, the laughter turned even louder and when she finished I heard, "Well I hope it was a good for you as it was for me, but I kinda doubt it."

She removed the gag, a long line of my spittle trailing from my mouth. She quickly turned it around and pushed the cum soaked instrument down my throat before cinching it behind my head. I could only kneel there helplessly as I heard her say, "Well, you ain't much of a crime fighter but you could always fall back on cock sucker!" I moaned as she gloated over me.

"Hey, I forgot, there's something I just gotta know girlie. Show me Monte, what's behind door number one!" I felt the hood being pulled off my face, my secret identity revealed as she giggled. "Oh this just keeps getting better and better. Commissioner Gordon's little girlie is the bat bitch. Hiya Babs, cum got your tongue?"

I could only hang in my head in shame as pulled my hair sharply, forcing my head up as she pulled out a phone and took a selfie with me. "I bet your daddy's gonna love this one. Maybe he can make it into this Christmas card. Whatcha think?"

I thought the humiliation couldn't get any worse, but I was wrong. "Now don't you go anywhere Miss Barbara, I got one more surprise for ya." The curtain came down and I felt hands freeing me. When I stood I made my way quickly backstage, heading toward my dressing room knowing it would be approximately thirty minutes before we were ready for the finale.

When act three opened I found myself laying on the cold concrete just outside the facsimile of the famed Asylum. But now I was dressed in the original Harlequin outfit that Harley had worn back in the cartoon series, including the outlandish black and white make up and jester hat. The straightjacket was the perfect touch as two of our larger security men came out, playing their own parts, dressed as orderlies.

"Hey, what have we here? Welcome back psycho."

I glared at him, trying to tell him who I really was but with my lips taped shut, Harley's cum soaked panties filling my mouth, all that came out was a muffled noise.

"Hey, there's a note. Hello boys, here's something to keep you warm on those cold winter nights. Have fun, I hear she's a screamer. Love, Batgirl."

The second guard leaned down with a puzzled expression. "Hey, I thought this crazy bitch's eyes were blue. Hers are green."

The larger of the two guards picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a side of beef. "Who gives a shit? I been wanting to break off a piece of this ass for years now. Let's take her down to cell block J and show her boyfriend how a woman like her needs to be properly rehabilitated."

With that they moved back behind the doors and then there were two sounds. One was my muffled scream and the other was Abby's demented laughter as the play concluded.

I felt one of the stagehands come forth, ready to free me from my restraints but I moaned, shaking my head no. He looked at me confusingly but then shrugged and seconds later Andrea came into view. "Don't you want to be let free dear?"

I shook my head no before trying to use it to point upstairs. It took a couple of tries before she understood and with a smile said, "You want to meet our benefactor like this?" I nodded yes and she helped me over into the elevator and seconds later we got off on the tenth floor. "Stephen, this is Holly, the young lady who portrayed Batgirl."

I immediately recognized him, his picture having graced the cover of many magazines. He gave me a quizzical look as Andrea said, "I'm sorry, but I insist my players remain in costume until their audience has left the building."

With perfect timing Harley made her entrance. Sauntering in, her eyes on the prize as she walked up and kissed him like she was trying to suck out all his life's energy. When she finished he looked stunned, his eyes blinking rapidly while she stood there, her eyes shining brightly. "Hiya handsome. Where have you been all my life good lookin'?"

That was my signal as I left the three of them alone, went back to the elevator and pushed the button with my nose. About a minute later I was back in my dressing room and Dawn began the process of removing the tape along with the straightjacket and then getting all this gunk off my face.

I went back up to my room before removing the Harlequin suit, simply wanting to relax in the tub for a bit. I couldn't help but smile as I realized that it seemed there was more to Holly than just being a maid. As I relaxed in the luxurious warmth I began to get drowsy. I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes, the water having turned cooler as I got out and dried off, slipping into a silk kimono before going back out into my bedroom. Of course there was no knock on the door, Abby just came bursting in, her eyes still shining as she jumped on the bed, almost knocking me off.

"So, how did it go with Mr. Moneybags?"

Her grin was stretched from ear to ear. "He's a nice guy so I gave him a ride on my...Harley."

I groaned. "Oh lord, and how was it?"

She shrugged, "Kinda felt like rodeo sex." I gave her a blank stare. "I'm not sure he stayed on the entire eight seconds or not." With that we both dissolved into laughter. "Oh wait, he gave me something for ya." I'm not sure where she was hiding it but she pulled out a wad of money from behind her back, the strap from the bank still around it.

My eyes were as wide as saucers as I saw the amount. Harley laughed saying, "Yep, ten large he paid for the privilege of seeing that spoiled brat Batgirl finally get her come-uppance." I watched as she began ticking off numbers with her fingers. "That's like five hundred dollars for every word you spoke. Nah, that ain't right. I forgot about the fuck you bitch and yeah there was that time you moaned and that should count for something right?" She stuck her tongue out, her face scrunching up like she was concentrating only to finally shrug her shoulders and say, "Oh well, math was never my strong suit."

Once again we both giggled and seconds later she gave me a big hug and headed back to her room. I couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same way I did when I had to remove my maid's outfit. That part for her was beyond perfect. Somehow I had a feeling it wasn't the last we would see of Harley Quinn.

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