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Candy shuddered and said nothing. She was trying to decide what to say to Nyssa. The other woman’s own candidness put her at ease… and now the edge of sexual frisson made her want to impress Nyssa with a similar worldliness.

“Then you’ve… tried him out?”

“Not personally,” Nyssa admitted lightly. “But I’ve heard the screams. It could almost be a torture chamber in there… only they come out with no marks. And the next night, when it gets to be that time of dark… they’re like cats hearing a can opener. All of them, from Harley Quinn to Selina Kyle. They all want it, but none of them can take it. Not really.”

Candy gave a long sigh—Nyssa’s gently moving fingers drawing wonderful streaks of feeling from her fondled breast. “Can you?”

“I can take whatever I want.” With her other hand, Nyssa unzipped the girl’s dress… slipping it from her shoulders so it fell to her waist.

She put one hand under Candy’s dark hair and stroked her neck. The other went to the frothy little bra she wore, caressing and teasing the firm breasts within. She slipped her hand under the bra and pinched Candy’s nipple—but then all she was doing was holding onto it, pulling Candy along with her as she walked away.

“Where are you taking me?” Candy demanded, trying to pull her dress back up over her body without forcing away Nyssa’s hand.

“Shh!” Nyssa told her, putting the finger of her free hand to her lips. “If you want to know how Bruce Wayne fucks, then let’s go find out.”

Candy snorted inelegantly, barely registering that she was wandering the halls of the Iceberg Lounge with Nyssa, far from the privacy they’d once had. “What makes you think he’s fucking anyone?”

“It’s been half an hour since I saw him last and there are women around without chastity belts. He’s fucking someone. See for yourself,” Nyssa said, stopping at a particular door.

She opened it just enough to show Candy Selina with Bruce’s cock buried in her throat, while his tongue plunged into her glistening sex.

“I don’t believe it!” Candy gulped, flattening herself to the wall beside the cracked door with her face breaking out into a fine sweat. “He always seemed so… dignified. A little wild, sure, but… he can’t even wait to get home?”

“Lark isn’t at home,” Nyssa told her. “And neither is Tracey.”

“You think he… no… not them too.”

“It’s why he came here,” Nyssa said nonchalantly. “He wants all of you. The whole set. And if he’s fucking Selina, he must be celebrating a job well-done.”

“What about me?” Comprehension dawned in her wide eyes. “Is that what you were doing before? Seducing me?”

“Fucking is the word,” Nyssa said. “You’re curious now—you’ve probably always wondered whether Bruce was cocksman enough for all the women he’s married. You still don’t know what it’s actually like to have him inside you, but if you think he’s compensating for something, just look in there. Tell me if Selina is faking any of her orgasms. She’s not. She’s coming all over his cock, just like all the rest. Speaking of dicks, how are you getting along with Cobblepot?”

Still staggered by what she’d seen, the personal turn of the conversation confused Candy. She answered without thinking. “You know how—I told you—he’s—he doesn’t—”

“Would you like him to?” Nyssa cooed, coming even closer. She put her arm around Candy’s waist and drew the black woman up to her. “You’d like someone to, that much is clear. Why not Bruce? Think of it, Candy. All those fleeting touches… that filthy innuendo… coming from him instead of the Penguin. Instead of shuddering and pretending it didn’t happen, you bend over and he penetrates you right there.”

“Jesus!” Candy gasped, as her body melted against the Arab’s and she remembered just how luscious the other girl’s flesh was. She pulled away, shaking. “I’m not a—I don’t want to be a whore! You, you’re so sophisticated and… now you’re half-naked, sex coming out of every pore!”

“You can be the same way,” Nyssa grinned, not feeling even slightly rebuffed. “I really could care less how respected you feel around here or whether you mind that everyone thinks you’re Penguin’s bitch. Your dress wouldn’t be falling off you if you weren’t as interested in sex as I am. But I’m not going to settle for a few kisses before you go back into Cobblepot’s world. You’re going to join your friends Tracey and Lark. Three more sluts for Bruce’s harem. It doesn’t matter if you’re ashamed or embarrassed. It feels too good to say no.”

She reached out and quickly lifted Candy’s skirt, licking her lips at the sight of the sheer white panties under them. Candy’s triangle of dark pubic hair seeming pure black even through the satin, while the flesh of her cocoa-colored flesh was tinted a kind of gray.

“Nyssa!” Candy choked. “Someone might walk by at any moment!”

“They might?” Nyssa pulled up her own skirt. She thrust out her café au lait flesh, brazenly pantyless, her pubic curls the color of rich chocolate.

“Cover yourself up!” Candy gasped, staring in spite of herself. She trembled, seemingly about to cry. “You can’t tell me you want some stranger to see you like this!”

“It’s that I don’t care,” Nyssa told her. “All that matters is Bruce. Let me stroke your pretty cunt and get you in the mood for him. I can do almost everything he can do and nothing compares to his cock anyway.”

Candy backed away. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t! Even if I wanted to, someone might come by at any second, or Mr. Cobblepot might buzz me.”

Nyssa laughed in twinkles. “You really want to be at the beck and call of that overpuffed loser when you can be addicted to Bruce’s cock instead? But your other point is well taken… and quite easily disposed of.”

She threw the door all the way open and walked inside, grasping Candy’s hand to pull her in with her.

The door shut behind them and she clicked the lock. Candy realized that Bruce, Selina, they’d been fucking with no guarantee of privacy whatsoever. Not caring who saw them doing this.

Even now, though they glanced at Candy and Nyssa, they didn’t stop. The pleasure they felt with each other was too good to be interrupted by something as paltry as voyeurs.

“It’s rude to stare,” Nyssa told Candy. “Let’s do something else instead.”

She sat down on the edge of a nearby writing desk and lay back. Candy tried not to look at her wet pussy, anymore than she was looking at Bruce and Selina, but Nyssa lay back. Lifting her knees up until they were pressing into her breasts. Spreading her cunt wide open.

“Don’t look away,” Nyssa said, caressing herself. Teasing her cuntlips open and then slipping a finger inside her sex. When her finger came out, it was pure wetness. “Think how that would taste, Candy. Think of how all of us would taste—Selina, Ivy, Bruce… most of all Bruce.”

Candy licked at her dry lips and drew closer to Nyssa, as if hypnotized. “It’s really… like this… all the time?”

“Yes, Candy. Sex. However you want. Wherever you want. And getting used by Bruce whenever he wants. Why be a wife or a secretary or a lover when you can be his sex slave?”

Candy pushed her bangs away from her sweaty forehead and bit down on her lower lip. “You sound like you’re in a cult, Nyssa.”

“If I am, then what I worship is pleasure. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing at a nightclub? Only all Penguin has to offer is smoke and mirrors. You can see what Bruce has to offer. It’s fucking Selina all the way to her womb.”

Nyssa sat up abruptly, seizing Candy’s hand, and she forced its fingers against her cunt, letting Candy feel the wetness that was too much to be contained, that was spilling out of her and right into Candy’s palm at the slightest feeling of pressure.

“Tell me you’re not this wet right now.”

“Oh Jesus, Nyssa, I…” Candy’s legs felt like they were about to give way. She dropped down onto the desk next to Nyssa. Her eyes were on Selina. “She’s coming. She doesn’t even care that we’re here, seeing what a whore she’s acting like.”

Nyssa nodded. “She just cares about the pleasure. Please lie down on the desk, Candy. Let me take your panties off and get your pussy ready for him. That big cock could hurt a girl if she’s not prepared for it.”

“No… I couldn’t do that… it’s not just sex, it’s agreeing to… submitting to…”

“You look at what he’s doing to her and tell me that resisting will feel anywhere near as good as that.”

Candy’s bones seemed to have lost all their hardness. She sank limply down to the desk.