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Leaving Donna to rest in her satiation, Bruce led Kory and Raven inside. With each step, Raven shuddered in ecstasy. The vibrator was still trembling away inside her; none of the lust that Kory had instilled in her had gone away, but now all the Tamaranian’s attention was on Bruce. Yet Raven found it kinky being ignored when she was dressed so sluttily, when something so sexual was obviously happening to her.

She hung back, watching Kory’s swaying hips within the too-short skirt, her petticoat clinging to the round moons of her bare, sweating ass. And the sight of Bruce’s toned ass inside tight jeans reminded her of how it had clenched and gone taut as he was feeding himself into Donna, not permitting the Amazon to go without a single inch.

When they got to the study, it was clear they were not the first guests Bruce had taken in this evening. The Gotham City Sirens were in attendance.

Poison Ivy was dressed as a mummy, though she’d skimped on the bandages. All the effort she’d spared there, though, had clearly gone into her splendid body, which curved perfectly from head to toe with the perfect amount of flowing softness. A miniscule amount of linen twined around her round face and arms, then swathed over her voluptuous breasts, really only covering the nipples. Every deep breath pushed her tits out and pulled the bandage taut, nearly snapping it in two with each molecule of air that went between Ivy’s plush lips.

The bandages kept going from there, looping down her soft belly and ample hips, darting between her legs to hide her pubis and a small amount of her abundant ass, before spiraling down the thick thighs and dwindle down to nothing on her calves. She was, in effect, completely nude—her ‘costume’ only covering as much as a set of pasties and maybe a G-string. Her fertility goddess body was on full display in all its ripe shades of green.

Selina was dressed as Lara Croft, and though she wore a blue tanktop and khaki shorts that could’ve come from any store, the way she carried herself with them gave the ‘costume’ a decadent sensuality that rivaled anything Ivy or Harley could come up with. The shorts ride tight on her hips and high on her long, slender legs, the frayed fabric adhering to her shapely buttocks as closely as a lover’s caress. The tanktop was even slimmer, snug about her toned waist, than almost bursting where it covered her full breasts, their luscious roundness nearly spilling out of the low-cut cleavage. The shoulder straps did about as much to cover them as did the body of the tank, and they still didn’t hide all of her pink areolas. Her sculpted arm muscles and lean thighs were fully bared, all but the last few critical inches before her groin and her socked feet inside ankle boots. The showcase of her taut, statuesque form was as erotic as her tiny shorts and tight shirt. Her wearing of Lara’s trademark red sunglasses added a final touch of impervious sexuality to her look, as well as demonstrating the commitment to detail that had made Selina such a hard thief to catch. Only now, like any cat, she’d clearly decided to allow herself to be petted.

Harley wore the most shocking costume of all, as anyone could predict. Unable to compete with Ivy’s hourglass curves or Selina’s ineffable cool with her petite body, she’d put on a black leather ‘uniform’ clearly patterned after those of the SS. It adhered with suffocating tightness to all the pertness of her small body, a pencil skirt sliding from her lush little hips to her calves, while a long-sleeved tunic was buttoned up all the way to between her juicy breasts. There, it opened into a wide expanse showcasing her modest, piquant cleavage. The long-sleeved top ran to a set of black opera gloves, a swastika on an red armband and another on the peak cap she wore. It was as ludicrous as it was lewd, something only Harley Quinn could’ve pulled off—though both Kory and Raven suspected that she would be getting punished for her poor taste soon enough.

Bruce sat at one of the upholstered chairs clustered around the coffee table—the Sirens were sprawled out in various positions on other seats and on the couch, though Harley’s tight costume didn’t allow her to sit, so she leaned against the back of the sofa. “Donna and I rudely took up all the seats when we were conducting our business, so Kory, Raven, why don’t you take a seat now? Have something to drink. Selina, go fetch a toy to let Raven have. Something… alimentary.”

He broke off as Kory sat in his lap, pulling along Raven with her shepherd’s crook to be seated on his other knee. There was a punch bowl and stack of Dixie cups on the coffee table. Kory picked one up and filled it straight out of the bowl, quickly licking up some punch that crawled down the side of the cup.

Selina excused herself, buttocks wiggling within her skintight shorts as she moved off to do as Bruce had asked. Raven watched her go, the quivers of the vibrator inside her going particularly deep, but Kory only had eyes for Bruce.

“You’re having quite the party,” she observed, staring into his eyes with her wide green ones. With her free hand, she petted the thick pelt of hair burgeoning through his opened shirt. “And such nice costumes! I’d almost think you were entertaining Catwoman, Poison Ivy, and Harley Quinn.” She giggled. “I guess you’re lucky the good girls are here now. You were outnumbered by bad girls.”