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A Life in DC
Chapter 13 - Part 2
The rain kept hammering the corrugated roof in a steady, angry rhythm. Somewhere outside a foghorn groaned across the bay, low and long. Water dripped from the ceiling into the shallow pools on the concrete. Vieri felt the weight of all three of them watching him—Harley already half-turned on and bouncing slightly on her toes, Ivy measuring him, Selina waiting with that calm, stubborn focus that had always been more dangerous than Harley's chaos.
He could give the line right now. It cost nothing and bought the deal clean. Or he could make them work for it and keep the leverage a little longer.
Harley closed the last distance and put both hands flat on his chest. Her heavy D-cup tits pressed against him through the thin red-and-black top, soft and warm and already tight at the nipples. "Come on, Daddy. Say the words so we can stop talking and start fucking. I've been wet since I walked in the door. My shorts are already a mess. Just say she's your favorite so I can get on my knees and show you what a good girl looks like."
Ivy's vines slid a few inches higher on her arms, curling tighter. "The Green is patient. I'm not. Finish the paperwork talk or stop pretending this meeting was ever about anything else."
Selina's full C-cup tits rose and fell once under the open catsuit. She didn't move closer. She just waited, arms still loosely at her sides, thick thighs tight, firm ass still high under the wet leather.
Vieri looked at her for a long second. Rain noise filled the space between them. Then he reached out, hooked two fingers in the open zipper of her catsuit, and tugged it down another few inches so more of the soft inner curves of her full C-cups spilled into view. The leather peeled back. Her dark nipples were already stiff from the cool damp air.
"We'll get to that," he said. "First we finish the deal."
Selina's breath caught. Her thick thighs shifted. The leather creaked across her ass and hips. A faint flush climbed her throat.
Harley laughed, bright and filthy, heavy tits bouncing. "He's already touching her. I win. I'm next. Dibs on the throat."
Ivy's eyes glowed a faint, unnatural green. "Or we stop pretending this is about paperwork and he fills what actually matters. The Green is done waiting."
The argument that had been simmering since the pre-meeting flared again immediately. Harley talked over Ivy about turns and throats and who got marked first. Ivy answered in that cool, cutting voice about seed and life-force and temporary holes. Selina cut them both off with a sharp "Shut up" that echoed off the metal walls. The three of them circled the same jealousy that had already cost them clean jobs and quiet nights—voices rising, bodies shifting, full tits and thick thighs and firm asses moving under wet fabric while the rain kept drumming overhead. Vieri let it run for a few more seconds. The smell of wet leather, diesel, salt air, and the growing musk of three aroused women mixed thick in the damp warehouse air.
Then he decided talking had gone far enough.
He reached out, grabbed a handful of Selina's damp dark hair, and pulled her mouth to his. She made a short surprised sound against his lips, then kissed back hard, teeth grazing, tongue sliding. Her full C-cup tits pressed soft and heavy against his chest. One of his hands slid down the tight wet leather of her catsuit and grabbed a firm, round cheek of her ass, squeezing hard enough that the flesh yielded and rippled under his fingers. He kneaded it, pulled the cheek apart slightly, felt the heat coming off her even through the suit.
Harley whooped, loud and delighted. "Finally! About fucking time!"
Ivy's vines stirred and curled tighter around her wrists.
Selina broke the kiss just enough to speak against his mouth, voice already lower and rougher. "Say it."
"After," Vieri said, and turned her around so her back was flush against his chest. He unzipped the catsuit the rest of the way down past her navel in one long pull. The black leather peeled open. Her full C-cup tits spilled free—soft, heavy, perfect weight, dark nipples already tight and stiff from the cool air and the tension. He cupped both of them from behind, mauling the soft flesh, thumbs dragging slow circles across the nipples, lifting and squeezing until the soft weight overflowed his hands. At the same time he ground the thick, hard bulge in his open pants against the firm curve of her ass, letting her feel every inch of what was coming.
Selina's head tipped back against his shoulder. A low, broken sound left her throat. Her thick thighs pressed together. "You're still not saying it."
"You'll get it," he said into her ear, voice flat and certain. "When I'm ready."
Harley was already peeling her top off. She yanked it over her head and threw it aside. Her heavy D-cup tits bounced free, full and soft, nipples hard and dark. She shoved the short shorts down her thick thighs, bent over to push them off, and gave everyone a clear view of the generous, rounded ass and the already shiny folds between her legs. She kicked the shorts away and stood naked except for the boots, thick thighs pressed together, the sharp scent of her wet cunt rising into the damp air.
"I'm ready whenever you are, Daddy," she said, voice bright and filthy. "Just say the word and I'll get on my knees right here."
Ivy watched for another second, eyes still faintly glowing. Then the vines on her arms loosened. She reached up and peeled the green bodysuit down her shoulders in one smooth motion. Full, heavy tits spilled out, soft and weighty, nipples already tight. She pushed the suit down past her narrow waist, over her wide hips, and the thick, juicy curve of her ass until the material pooled at her boots. She stepped free. The faint green glow under her skin pulsed once, low and steady. She stood naked in the rain-dappled dark, thick thighs slightly parted, the scent of her arousal mixing with Harley's and the wet leather smell still clinging to Selina.
The rain kept drumming on the metal roof. Water dripped into the pools on the concrete in an uneven rhythm. The warehouse smelled like sex already—wet skin, leather, salt air from the bay, diesel, and the thicker, sharper musk of three women who had been arguing about him for days and were done waiting.
Vieri kept one hand on Selina's full tits, squeezing and lifting the soft heavy flesh, pinching the stiff nipples just hard enough to make her breath hitch, while the other hand shoved the catsuit down over her thick thighs and the firm, round ass. The leather peeled wetly. She stepped out of it without being told, boots still on, completely naked now. He spun her back around to face him, grabbed the backs of her thick thighs, and lifted her in one smooth motion. She locked her legs around his waist on instinct, ankles crossing behind his back. The fat head of his
{R-18 Scene Vieri x Selina Kyle x Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy 5746 Full Word Count aFireFist on p.a.t.r.e.o.n.}
The warehouse smelled like sex, sweat, thick cum, diesel, and rain. The only sounds left were their heavy breathing and the rain still hammering the metal roof in a steady rhythm. Water dripped from the ceiling into the pools on the concrete.
Vieri stood over them, still half-hard, chest rising and falling, the ache in his thighs and core a deep, satisfied burn. Selina looked up first, cum streaked across her cheeks and the tops of her full C-cup tits, dark hair messy and damp, eyes sharp even through the haze of afterglow.
"Now," she said, voice hoarse. "Say it."
She stayed on her knees, cum glistening on her skin, and waited. Harley sat back on her heels beside her, heavy D-cup tits rising and falling fast, chin shiny, still licking the corner of her mouth clean. Ivy remained kneeling too, full heavy tits marked with the same thick ropes, vines loose around her wrists again, watching with that calm green-tinged focus that never fully left her.
"Now," Selina repeated, voice hoarse but steady. "Say it. Out loud. In front of them."
Vieri looked down at the three of them—naked, marked, still breathing hard in the middle of the damp warehouse. Rain kept drumming on the metal roof. The air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, cum, diesel, and salt from the bay. He could still feel the residual heat in his cock and the deep ache in his thighs from holding them up and fucking them one after another without pause.
He reached down, cupped Selina's chin with one hand, and tilted her face up so she had to look at him directly. Cum smeared under his thumb.
"You're my favorite," he said, clear and loud enough for the other two to hear over the rain. "Out of the three of you, it's you."
Harley made a loud, offended sound, heavy tits bouncing as she sat up straighter. "What the fuck? I just let him wreck my throat and my cunt and she gets the line? That's bullshit, Daddy."
Ivy's mouth curved in a thin, unreadable smile. The vines on her wrists shifted once. "Temporary words. The Green doesn't care about favorites. It cares about what takes root."
Selina's expression didn't change much, but something in her shoulders loosened. The stubborn set of her jaw eased a fraction. She leaned forward and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the head of his cock, tasting the mixed mess still on him, tongue flicking once, then sat back on her heels again with cum still streaked across her full tits.
"Good enough," she said. "For now."
Vieri stepped back and started pulling his clothes into place. Pants first, tucked and zipped, then the shirt over still-damp skin. The three women stayed on the concrete a little longer, wiping at the cum on their tits and faces with the backs of their hands or whatever scrap of cloth they could find in the scattered clothes. Selina found her catsuit and stepped into it slowly, the black leather sliding up her thick thighs and over the firm round ass still marked with red handprints from the spanking. She zipped it most of the way but left it open enough that the soft inner curves of her full C-cups still showed, cum still faintly visible on her skin underneath. Harley tugged her short shorts back on, the fabric sticking to her damp thick thighs, and pulled the low-cut top over her heavy D-cup tits until they were barely contained again. Ivy pulled the green bodysuit up her long legs and over her thick, juicy ass and full heavy tits in one smooth motion, vines settling back around her wrists like nothing had happened.
The practical part of the deal settled in the quiet that followed, under the rain and the drip of water from the ceiling.
"Two weeks minimum," Vieri said while he buckled his belt. "No big scores. No headlines. No city-wide stunts that end up on the news. You want something from me, you send a message the way Selina did—clean, quiet, no broken windows. I show up. We keep it off the radar. In return the task force gets breathing room and IA backs off. Everybody walks away with what they actually need."
Harley hopped up onto a crate, thick thighs swinging, still flushed. "I can do quiet. Quiet means more time for this." She gestured vaguely at his crotch with a still-sticky hand. "But if I get bored I'm still calling you Daddy and showing up anyway. Fair warning."
Ivy leaned against the support beam again, full heavy tits rising under the green suit with a slow breath. The vines on her wrists curled once. "The Green can wait two weeks. After that we revisit what he is and what he is for. Seed doesn't stay patient forever."
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