(A/N: A one shot unless stated otherwise.)

The lights cut, pitch black darkness in a populated space. The club goes deathly silent, everyone's eyes directed to the stage. Slow, oh so slow, clicks of heels bless the stage with every footfall and they suddenly come to a stop at the edge of the stage where a single pole stands. The patrons wait with baited breath, the regulars already knowing the show but the newbies in a curious trance.

A smooth, silky voice cuts through the silence like a precisely aimed knife just as a single spotlight illuminates a woman's face. Beautiful would be such an understatement to describe her looks. She was etheral, the kind of face you would either see on your ascent to heaven or your descent to hell. Round, dark eyes were framed by long lashes that fanned out like butterfly wings. A beauty mark just below her left eye kissed her face, her cheeks just full enough to dazzle. High cheekbones below her eyes gave her the appearance of a sweet, innocent woman. But the slight tilt of her full lips was always there, contradicting any drop of innocence that was in her rounded cheeks. Her long, inkpen black hair was pulled up in a bun on the top of her head, two strands out by her ears. Speaking of her ears, they were dripping with diamond teardrops. The woman bled luxury items, but that would be addressed much later.

On that night, her lips were lined in a shiny pink, her white teeth gleaming as she began to purr out, "A kiss… on the hand… may be quite continental...but diamonds…" She paused her leisure tone, a smirk on her lips as the spotlight spread out, showing the expensive Ostrich feather coat that she was holding together with a single hand, "Are a…" She slowly exposed her shoulder, the crowd to entranced to whoop or holler, "Girl's... best… friend." A single drumbeat ended her statement and the stage was lit lowly as she dropped her coat to the ground. Her body was adorned with a white, lace bodysuit with swarovski cut diamonds sewn on every piece of cloth.

Her body. Her body. A sight to see. One of the seven wonders of the world. Smooth, hazel skin, not a blemish or a freckle. A barely there collarbone, round breasts, a slight stomach, gave in to large thighs and rounded hips. Her ass was plump, undoubtedly her best feature. It was perfectly rounded, little strikes of lightning dancing across her skin reminded everyone that it was truly real.

Her performance was something off of Broadway, a treat for Gotham citizens young and old. She sang, her voice was like velvet, and she moved with the sensuality of a lioness. She would move slowly, at her own leisure, all extended legs and piercing glances. She would pick a few faces at the front of the stage and sing directly to them, knowing what she was doing. She controlled the crowd like an orchestra, a puppet master. Manipulative and calculating, like she was a huntress and the crowd was her prey. And she always got her prey.

The woman didn't have a name, nor did she have family, or friends. She was thought to be untouchable, though many men had tried. She wouldn't even speak to them. She was an enigma, a dancer first and only.

The woman was deeply into her performance when she glanced over the heads of audience, expecting to see her lover watching her from the office window that overlooked the club. Instead, of the familiar green orbs, she saw beady blues. She almost faltered, almost, but she was a professional and instead looked away from the window, to another person in the audience. But her head was swimming.

Why, why, why, was the boss watching her? He never watched her dance, even if he did he never looked at her like that. Trouble, she could smell it from a mile away. Something wasn't right, but she wouldn't panic, not yet. Truthfully, not ever.

She wasn't stupid. She knew who this club belonged to. She knew who truly ran Gotham. But she wasn't going to panic because of a glimpse. He had looked at her before, in passing. Though even then, it was so hollow and cruel that her knees almost buckled. She had never seen eyes like that, and she had been a foster kid.

Too much information, kid.

The beauty lulled her head to the side, to the VIP area and her lover was stood in front of it, a smirk that was barely there. The woman bit her lip and dropped her lid in a slow wink, trailing a hand down her front. "Talk to me baby," She whimpered the lyric, falling to her knees, "Tell me all about it." She welcomed with a beaconing finger and a smile.

"Diamonds…." She whispered, her first set coming to an end, "Diamonds…" She repeated, louder. "I don't mean rhinestones." She dug deep in her throat, her voice coming out in a bellow, "But diamonds!" She swung herself around the pole, placing her back against it and slowly dropping down, "Are a girl's best…" Despite herself, her eyes rose over the crowd again, seeing the same eyes from earlier, "Friend…" She finished with a breathless moan.

A moment passed and applause erupted through the club, the patron's hopping and hollering as she picked her coat up from the stage and wrapped it around herself again, her diamond outfit shining as she walked off at the same pace she walked on, though this time money was being thrown at her from left to right.

The woman walked off the stage and down the long hallway to the dressing rooms where the other girls were getting ready for their second sets. She always ended the night. Always. She made her way past the loud bitches that she had no time for and to her own dressing space, her area being separated from the girls with a half-assed wall, though she had no door, just beads falling from the ceiling.

The beauty huffed as she pulled off her coat and hung it in her small wardrobe, wrapping herself in a sheer robe to cover her costume. She sat at her vanity and released her hair from it's bun, running a hand through the blown out tresses, liking how the bun made it curl slightly. It was all planned of course, orchestrated down to the last detail. Her black orbs stared back at her in the mirror as she began to remove her pink lipstick, intent on trading it with a clear gloss instead.

A moment later, a knock sounded at the wall and her beads bumped against each other as someone walked into her space. She glanced to the side, a small smile fighting her reserved face when she saw it who it was. "Johnny boy." She greeted, her speaking voice raspy and deep, a stark contrast to her singing voice. The henchman couldn't fight the smile that played on his lips at the nickname.

The dancer and the right hand were in a relationship of sorts. It started as survival on the woman's part, needing someone to watch out for her, but who knew that Johnny Frost could be so sweet? No one really knew. But people did have an idea, or they at least though the burly man was sweet on the woman, though to be fair, almost every man turned their head when she walked by.

They met when she auditioned for him. Having moved from New York, the girl knew how to wow an audition and as soon as she stepped in the club he was thrown off by her beauty, thinking that she would be one the woman who just depended on looks to get by. But as soon as she swayed her hips and crawled towards him on her hands and knees, he knew he found someone special.

He was probably owed some sort of thank you, as her addition did revive the club, but he didn't expect one.

"I brought your tips." The burly man informed her, leaning down to place the bag beside her. As he stood straight again, he lingered by her neck, slightly smelling her sweet perfume that he bought her. He bought her everything she owned, even paid for her condo, not that she needed the help with the kind of money she was making.

The beauty stared him down in the mirror as he slightly brushed his beard against her neck, though he didn't dare to kiss her there. Not good for business, or those chatty bitches pretending not to peek into the room.

Frost cleared his throat, standing straight, "You're back on in thirty." He reminded her, as if she needed it.

The woman nodded with a wink, going back to making up her face as her lover's hand lightly brushed against her back through her robe. He left the room and she bit her lip, rolling her eyes at herself for how her heartbeat picked up from that little touch. There was no room for this in her life.

The woman finished her face and took off her diamond outfit, replacing it with a black bodysuit, though this one had a high neck and was almost completely see-through. The back of the suit had a small tutu that only covered half her ass while under was a thong. Her nipples slightly poked through the front, being as it was always cold in that damned room. She replaced her glittered heels with black patent ones, after putting on sheer black knee-highs and a garter belt on her thigh. She wrapped her robe around herself again, then plugged in her curling iron, needing huge bouncy hair. With a turn of her wrist and a hand through her hair, she was done.

The beauty reached in one of her vanity drawers, taking out a black, velour box. She lifted the top and a pretty, diamond encrusted cross stared up at her. She put it around her neck and put the box away, smirking to herself. Perfect, as always.

The woman didn't need anyone to tell her it was time. She took off her robe, hanging it in the wardrobe and walking out of her area. She was admired like a goddess among men as she walked past the other women. Her walk to the stage was always so confidence building. One foot in front of the other, heels knocking against the floor. She felt like she had the whole world in her hands for just a moment, and she was about to drop it when she got on that stage.

The dancer waited behind the stage, waiting for her cue. She was never announced, the only telltale sign of her impending performance were the lights shutting off and the hush falling over the crowd.

She counted to ten before walking out, slow. Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack, click. Pause. She stopped in front of the pole. A single spotlight lit face and torso, her hands clapped together as if she was praying.

No music played as she began to sing, soft, like a prayer, "Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone. I hear you call my name and it feels... like… home." Slow music began to play, piano with a low drumbeat. The spotlight widened, revealing her black outfit.

"When you call my name, it's like a little prayer." Her gaze was still lifted to the ceiling as she got on her knees, "Down on my knees, I wanna take you there. In the midnight hour I can feel your power. Just like a prayer you know I'll… take...you… there."

With that the song picked up, but only by small margin and she danced, pretty and sensual. At one point she was on her knees once more and crawling around the stage, her back arching and her ass tooted in the air. She winked at the patrons as she removed her back tutu, bending at her waist and sliding it down her legs.

The woman was getting high of the power she exuded. She reached down to the front row and brushed her hand against a man's cheek, the patron emitting a low groan that she felt rather than heard. She leaned forward and sung in his ear, her lips barely touching him, "I wanna take you there." Before pushing him back in his seat roughly and moving to the other part of the stage, leaving the poor man clutching his chest.

"I hear you call my name, and it feels like home." She moaned out, taking her diamond cross and running her tongue along it before sucking on the tip.

Oh yeah, she was good.

The song began to come to an end and she dropped to her knees again, looking up at the gazing beyond the crowd. Though this time, the boss was watching her again.

"Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery. Just like a dream, you are not what you seem. Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there." The blue orbs were blank, but she couldn't look away, as she finished as she began, "Your voice can take me there, just...like...a...prayer."

Howls. The club seemed to be vibrating with the amount of applause she was getting. But all she could focus on were those eyes, like she was the one in a trance and not him.

The beauty suddenly realized where she was and got up, walking off the stage a little faster than usual. She nearly ran to her dressing room, passing the girl's praising her. She dropped herself in her vanity chair and ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her frayed nerves. When she heard the knock on her wall, she fixed her face in a second, grabbing a brush and running it through her hair.

"I got the rest of your tips." Frost said, repeating his actions from earlier that evening, though this time he allowed himself to press his lips to the side of her neck before walking out.

The smile she was faking dropped and she changed into the red dress she arrived in, a tight number with spaghetti straps and a built in bustier. It was givenchy, it was a gift. She replaced her black heels with red bottoms and began to put her tips in her money counter. Putting bands around groups of two hundred; all in all, she made a little over four thousand dollars that night. The house would get a third of that. By the time she had finished counting her cash, all the other girls were gone.

It was a little after last call, and the woman decided to wait a little longer to leave, so she wouldn't have to deal with the patron's trying to speak to her. She separated her money from the house's and shoved her stacks into her moschino heart shaped bag, that was not a gift. She bought it herself after seeing Fran Drescher have that same one on 'The Nanny'.

The beauty finally felt like she could leave and she turned the light off in the room as she shrugged on a mink coat to fight the cold outside. She just had to stop by the office and she could go home. The club was eerily quiet, but it didn't bother her any; she liked the quiet. She stretched her hands above her head as she made her way up the stairs of the club, knocking on the door twice before opening it.

She expected to see Johnny there, but instead seated at the desk was the head honcho, the boss, the prince of Gotham himself. Dressed in his usual formal attire, a button up, suspenders, an untied bowtie and, presumably black tuxedo pants. If his gaze wasn't frightening enough, he looked like he had been waiting for her.

The woman gulped, biting her lip and held out the envelope with the club's cut in it, not saying a word. The boss waved a hand over to her and she slowly walked to the front of the desk, handing him the envelope. His fingers were decorated with numerous rings, while his wrist had a platinum and gold rolex. She had never been alone with him before and she was terrified, stopping short of shaking in her louboutins.

The dancer waited in front of the desk as he opened the envelope, flipping through the bills. Without warning, he blinked and his gaze was to hers, his eyes narrowed, "You're short."

The woman's eyes widened to saucers and she quickly dug in her purse to give him another stack before her movement was interrupted by loud, slow, reverberating laughter. Her first time hearing the Joker's signature laugh.

"I'm kidding." The pale man smiled, his mouth full of metal, the expression dropped as fast as it came, "Unless you really are stealing from me, tiny dancer."

The woman shook her head, her eyes pleading, "I would never steal from you, mister."

The Joker let out a shuddering breath, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. "I have never heard you speak before." He informed her lowly, "What a voice."

"T-t-thank you." The beauty sputtered, shifting her weight to her other foot. His eyes were on her once again and he stroked his chin, before leaning forward.

"I, ah, saw your little act today. I mean I actually watched it, to see what all the fuss is about and you're quite good, tiny dancer."

"Thank you." The woman nodded, gripping the straps of her purse.

"I didn't think you would so so so shy." He said, looking her over slowly; a weighted glance from her feet to her eyes. "Why are you so quiet, little dancer? Are you afraid of me?"

The brunette blinked, nodding her head once. She got another booming laugh in response, an amused grin on her boss' face. The pale man hit the table suddenly and she jumped, amusing him even more.

"I admire your honesty." He hissed the last word, sneering at her. "I see what Frost sees in you."

The woman's expression didn't change, though her eyebrows furrowed a tad. "I don't know what you mean, mister."

The clown's eyes narrowed dangerously, before a smile cracked on his face. "Hmm?" He hummed deeply, the sound moving through her. "Well alright, I'll bite." He said, baring his teeth slightly. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands in front of him. "Sing for me."

"What?" The woman choked out, her blood running cold.

"I don't ask twice." The Joker grinned spitefully, his hollow eyes on hers. "You heard me, tiny dancer."

The woman swallowed, clutching her purse strap. "What would you like to hear, mister?"

The pale man licked his red lips, humming mockingly as two fingers danced along his chin. "Surprise me."

Placing her purse in the armchair behind her and stood straighter, needlessly smoothing down her already tight red dress and tugging her coat around her.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to sing. "I was five and he was six. We rode on horses made of sticks." By the blossoming smirk on her boss' face, she made the right song choice. "He wore black and I wore white. He would always win the fight, bang bang! He shot me down. Bang bang! I hit the ground, bang bang! That… awful sound. Bang bang, my baby shot me down."

"Dance." His voice demanded in a growl.

"Seasons came and changed the time." The woman started, running her hands up her coat. "When I grew up, I called him mine." Her hands slipped under her coat and shrugged it off one shoulder, "He would always laugh and say," The mink dropped to the floor, "'Remember how we used to play?' Bang bang! I shot you down." Hips swaying, she approached the desk, running a finger along the side, "Bang, bang! You hit the ground, bang bang! That awful sound. Bang bang! I used to shoot you down."

The boss raised a single hand up, causing her to stop in her performance. His crystal blue eyes ran up the length of the dancer's body, which was now only covered by her tight red dress.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty." He murmured lowly, grabbing her hand and tugging her towards him. He turned his chair around and smiled icily, the girl getting a flash of silver. "You wanna, ah," He paused before his red lipped smile dropped, "Sit on daddy's lap?"

The woman barely reacted facially but her heart was thumping in her chest. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the man pressed his index finger against her wrist.

"I asked you nice, pretty, but I told you," His eyes narrowed, "I never ask twice."

As quickly as she could in her towering heels she sat down in the man's silk covered lap sideways. He grinned up at her once again and ran an icy, ring covered hand up her bare legs. The woman tried to slow her breathing but it was no use, she was shaking.

"What d'you want for Christmas little girl?" The boss laughed at his joke before his smile dropped and he looked at her expectantly.

"Uh," The woman stuttered, wracking her mind for an answer. "...World peace?" The booming laugh she felt through his chest was enough to make her calm down slightly but his hand in between her legs made her tense up again.

"You have a real pretty voice there, dancer." He complimented his thumb rubbing the skin of her inner thigh, "It's a shame you don't have a name." His eyes lit up just then, like a light bulb appeared over his head. "I know…" He trailed in a pur, "I'll name you." His hand began to make its way up her tight dress, and his fingers stopped just before her panties. "I'll call you…" The pale man paused, the tip of his finger tracing her cunt through the nylon fabric.

The woman shuddered, unintentionally tightening her hold on his shoulders. His eyes studied her face and the perfect 'o' her full lips were making as he palmed her through her panties. "I know… you can be my baby doll." The woman's doe eyes blinked at him and he grinned. "I'll dress you and bend you and…" His voice went from light to deep and dark, "Play with you whenever I want."

The woman swallowed thickly and flashed his grill at her once more, stroking her cheek with one hand while the other pulled her panties to the side and touched bare skin. She didn't dare say a word, she knew better than to talk out of turn with men like him. His finger brushed against her clit and she gasped, turning her head so her hair would cover her face.

The boss didn't like that and his fingers grabbed her face and forced it towards him. "Look at me, baby doll." His hand fell from her face and to her neck, lightly wrapping his fingers around her neck. He felt her pulse beating against his palm and he smiled. "You like diamonds, baby?" He questioned, staring into her eyes. When she didn't answer he squeezed her throat.

"Yes." Baby replied breathlessly. He slid two fingers in her and watched her lids flutter.

"I'll buy you a fucking diamond as big as your head." The clown promised in a hiss, curling his fingers up and dragging them out of her slowly. He felt her mound and raised a hairless eyebrow. "Hair?" He asked her and she nodded. He grinned taking his hands off of her. "Stand up and let daddy see, baby."

Shaking, Baby did what she was told. She stood up straight and peeled her tight red dress up her stomach, bending over and pulling her panties off, revealing the little tuft of hair that sat at the top of her mound, all the rest of her skin was bare.

The boss whistled lowly, his tongue licking over his lips as he leaned forward in his chair. "I like it." He rasped before raising two fingers and telling her to come back to him.

Baby stepped out of her panties and walked back over to her boss, letting out a squeak as he gripped one of her ass cheeks in his hand. He roughly kneaded it as he looked up at her, an appraising gaze that she would have to get used to. "Are you gonna let me see those tits, baby?" He rasped again, his mouth slightly gaping.

Baby nodded and slowly shrugged off her spaghetti straps, gasping when the man in front of her impatiently pulled down the front of her dress. She heard him groan lowly and she was lifted onto his lap once again, though now she was straddling him.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty." The Joker muttered, pressing a hand into her back to bring her chest closer to his mouth. Without a thought he licked at her nipples, grabbing her little handfuls of breasts and pressing them together. He sharply nipped at one of them and she yelped, grabbing onto his head.

The boss laughed from under her, letting go of her breasts and gripping her hips. He thrusted into her once, his thick, clothed cock rubbing against her bare cunt. He grabbed her hand and forced it down to his erection, making her grip him.

"You feel that," He spoke against her lips before licking at them sloppily, "I've been hard since your little, ah, performance. You sure do know how to make a man hot." He smacked her ass stingily hard and let go of her hand. "I'm gonna fuck the life outta you but first," He paused, grabbing a cell phone from the desk behind them, he dialed one number and pressed it to his ear, grinding his pelvis against hers. "Come to the office." He spoke into the phone like a principal before hanging up and cackling. He threw the phone on the desk and pushed the dancer off his lap, making her kneel in front of him. "Unwrap your gift, baby."

The dancer nodded, looking up at him with her dark eyes as she unzipped his tuxedo pants. She tugged him out of his black boxers and her eyes widened at the size. She heard an echoing laugh above her as she gripped him with two hands, the heavy and thick cock about the length of her face.

"Give it a kiss." The boss rasped from over her, his blue eyes dazed and a smile on his red lips. She nodded and did as she was told puckering her full lips and kissing his head first then down a meaty vein. "He likes you…" The man above her slurred in a song.

The door to the office opened again and the woman didn't even look up, but she heard a mocking laugh above her. "Ah, Mr. Frost." He greeted in between his laughter. Baby's eyes widened and she tried to let go the cock in her hand but the boss grabbed her before she could. "I've got a little surprise for you." His eyes flickered to her and he smirked cruelly. "Get up so he can see you, baby."

Baby shook her head with pleading eyes but the boss just laughed, tugging her up with one arm and sitting her on his lap. The dancer spared one look up at her secret lover and his jaw was set and his eyes were looking at their boss. She tried to cross her arms but the Joker grabbed them exposing her chest once more.

"Isn't she pretty?" The boss spoke by her ear, his tongue flicking out to lick her lobe, all the while his eyes were on his employee.

"Yes, sir." Johnny answered, his hands in fists. "Pretty as a picture."

"Now Johnny boy," The Joker snickered before he turned serious, nuzzling his nose against Baby's face, "She's real loyal, too. I asked her about you and she didn't say a word." He pressed his lips to her cheek with a smack, leaving a red lip print on her pretty skin. "I respect loyalty, but she was loyal to the wrong one."

"I'm sorry, boss." Johnny apologized, his eyes pleading. "Please don't hurt her it's my fault, punish me."

"Oh Frosty…" His boss grinned, "I'm not gonna hurt a hair on her pretty little head." He accentuated his point by wrapping a dark strain around his pale finger, "But I can't ignore lying and insubordination. So you're gonna sit right there and watch me fuck her."

Johnny Frost's green eyes widened to the size of saucers as he made eye contact with the woman he had come to adore. Her face was blank, but he knew her well enough to know that she was scared. "Boss, please-!"

"You're a liar, Johnny." The boss hissed, taking the woman off of his lap and turning her around, forcing her to bend over. "I specifically asked you if you knew our little friend here." The sound of his pants dropping made the woman look up at Johnny with wide eyes. "And you lied to me. Not only did you know baby," He roughly grabbed Baby's hips and pulled her back, "But you're fucking her." With one solid thrust he was completely inside of Baby. The dancer's breath caught and she twitched at how perfectly his cock was curved inside of her. The cruel man smirked when he realized his henchman's eyes were on the woman underneath him.

"Oh she's real tight, Johnny boy." The clown groaned, gripping the back of her head so the woman would look up at his henchman. "Pussy feels like silk."

All Baby could hear was the sounds of her skin slapping against her boss's. She wanted to be disgusted, she wanted to be angry but all she could feel in that moment was her g spot being hit with every thrust. Even Johnny's green watery eyes couldn't save her from what was building up in her body.

The Joker's eyes widened and he grinned manically, slowing his pace down. "What is this?" He sung, pulling cock out completely to his head. He pushed into her deeply and felt her shake and inhale sharply. "Oh ho ho, Johnny…" He slurred, his grin growing wider, "She's going to cum for me."

Johnny's eyes widened and snapped to Baby whose eyes were tightly shut. Mockingly, the Joker rocked in and out of her very slow, bending over and placing his mouth by her ear. "Come on, pretty. Show me what you got." With that he grabbed her hips and roughly pounded into her again and again.

Baby cried out and tears lined her vision as her release was just beyond her fingertips. Just as she tightened around him again, the clown pulled her up, making her back arch perfectly. He put his arm around her throat and continued to fuck her, his jaw clenched. Baby grabbed at his arm as she choked, letting out a yelp as his other hand roughly grabbed at her breast.

"You gonna fucking cum for me?" Her boss questioned in a coo, sloppily licking her ear, "You're such a slut getting fucked in front of your old man."

"I can't…" Baby tried, gasping for breath as her legs began to shake, "Please." Her acrylics began to trail a line of blood with every scratch they made on his arm.

"Say my name, baby." Her boss rasped lowly in her ear. "Who the fuck do you belong to?"

"The Joker." Baby whimpered in a whisper, tears streaming down her face.

"Louder." He growled in her ear.

"The Joker!" Baby screamed, becoming lightheaded.

"And what am I to you, baby doll? Better answer correctly." His grip grew tighter around her neck and she gasped for air.

"My daddy." Baby managed, her climax pooling in her stomach, "You're my fucking daddy, Mister J!"

The Joker dropped her on the desk and rammed into her, his fingers digging bruisingly into her hips. The desk moved with every thrust and Baby wept as she came hard on his cock. When she was shaking with how sensitive she was, he pulled out of her and sat down in his desk chair.

"Come suck daddy's dick, baby." He ordered, his eyes trained on her. With no defiance Baby turned around on her shaky legs and dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth.

Johnny Frost watched the whole scene with tears streaming down his face. His girl now belonged to the King of Gotham and it hurt. It hurt alot.

The clown pulled his cock out of the pretty dancer's mouth and held her lips open, beating it against her tongue. Grunting obscenely, he began to cum on her face, white ribbons painting her hazel skin.

Baby took it like a champ, her face unafraid and she didn't even twitch when semen got very close to her eyes.

When the boss was finished, he admired his handy work. With eyes filled with childlike wonder, he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers, tasting himself. He leaned back with a satisfied sigh, licking his red lips. "Johnny boy," He started, slicking his hair back with his hand, "Bring the car around."

"Yes sir." Johnny Frost nodded, his eyes to his feet as he left the room.

Baby stayed on her knees with spunk on her face, afraid to even breath without a say so from her boss. She kept her eyes downcast, her hands in her lap. The dancer spared a glance upward and met icy blue.

"C'mere, baby." She heard the rasp of his voice and she obeyed, lifting herself up and standing in front of him. With agile hands he pulled her dress back over her chest and pulled her arms through the straps. He pulled the tight fabric down over her ass then groped it with both hands, pulling her into him again. Baby put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

"Mine, mine, mine." The Joker sung as he took out a handkerchief from his pants and wiped her face of his cum. "Everything in this club is mine." He added through clenched metal teeth. "Especially you, pretty."