A DEAL WITH THE INFAMOUS STRIPPER

BY SNOWHEART

CHAPTER 1

It was another night on the lonely street of Michigan Avenue where the infamous foster house was located home to 87 unwanted kids, all under one guardian, Mr Samson.

To the outside world, Mr Samson was a reputable man with a kind heart to house kids that had nowhere else to go to, but it was only the kids that knew his true nature within the four corners of the house.

“Where is that bloody imbecile?” A gruff voice could be heard shouted, as his voice slurred and broke, showing evidence that he was drunk and by the sound of the footsteps showed that he could barely keep his balance together.

It was no other person than Mr. Samson, the man in charge of the foster house where an unfortunate child by the name of Harley Quinn, had been so unfortunate to be dropped in, by social services.

She had a lot of bad luck, following her, losing her mum at the age of 3; abused by her father till, she killed him in self defense. Then she had been dropped here, by social services and she had been here for three years now and these three years had been the worst nightmares of her life.

Harley was hiding in the wardrobe, shaking as her hair was scattered all over her face, unbrushed and unwashed. She hadn't eaten or bathe in three days now, because the master of the house was angry with her for breaking one of his beer bottles as she stumbled and fell after hitting a stone.

The only thing that she had received was constant beating for the three past days. She was trembling in fear watching through the crack in the wall as she saw Mr. Samson, stumble over the steps, waving his hands around as if he was fighting an unknown assailant. She knew that he would find her. He always did, find her and he never wasted a chance to exploit her again.

She gripped her rosary beads tightly, whispering the Hail Mary praying for a miracle to happen. The rest of the kids were playing outside and it was not as if they gave a damn about her. If she wasn’t being exploited by the man, she was being bullied by the kids, both older and bigger than her. Truly it was only one person that cared about her and that was Stacey.

Stacey was one of the kids that got moved to the house same time as she was, so they quickly clicked…as Stacey was loud and boisterous while she was the shy and timid one.

Closing her eyes so that she wouldn’t see him, advance to where she was hiding with speed, she focused on saying the rosary, but she was caught short by the hard pull on her hair, as Samson dragged her out of the wardrobe and flung across the room, as she crashed into the vase and broke it, earning more injuries.

There was someone running on the steps hurriedly as the door quickly opening allowing the only ray of light into the room, as Harley looked up at the new comer.

“You came?” She said, surprised and relief as blood spilled out of her mouth.

“Of course I will. I told you, I always have your back right?” Stacey said as she stood in front of her and their foster dad.

“What do you think, you are doing. Get out of the way and let me teach that little brat a lesson.” Samson said as he slurred his words, taking a huge gulp of his beer as Stacey tightened her hold on the baseball bat.

“You can assault me as much as you want, but I wont stand still and see you do the same for my best friend. I wont let it happen.” She said, waiting for him to come closer so that she could swing the bat at him, as Harley struggled to stand up from the ground as she removed the broken pieces that had pierced her body.

“I will teach you both a lesson there. You think that you can do anything, you little brat. I will show you that I am the owner of the house and you all shall follow my rules.” He said as he hit Stacey’s head with his bottle as it shattered on her head, before she could have a chance to swing the bat.

She fell to the ground as Harley gasped out in fear, scuffling backwards as she tried to get out of the room and away from the monster in front of her.

Stacey held her head as she looked at Harley from where she was lying down with broken pieces of glass in her hair as she yelled out loud,

“Harley!!!!! Run!!!”

That was the only motivation Harley needed as her legs suddenly stopped being numb and she dashed out of the room, without looking back.

PRESENT DAY

“Harley!!!!!! Harley!!!!” The makeup artist Sharon said as she waved her hands over her face who seemed lost in thoughts.

Harley blinked her eyes as she jerked up from her reverie as she turned to look at the painted whore in front of her and said,

“What is it? Why are you calling my name?” She said as she sighed.

“I am done with your makeup. Remaining for you to wear your mask.” The clients in floor are waiting for you and your exquisite show of pole dancing, so what were you thinking about? Sharon said, chewing her gum like the full blown prostitute she was as Harley shook her head.

“Nothing, just nostalgic after all. Today was the day I killed my dad, but memories am I right.” Harley said with a broad smile as she patted her hands, on a very shocked, mouth opened Sharon and picked up her mask before wearing it on her face.

“And tonight, the Masked Devil comes to life once more.” She said as she stared at the mirror as Sharon quickly brushed off what Harley had told her, and started packing up her make up cosmetics back in her make up kit.

“You know I never did get while you reveal your identity to only me, and still wear a mask to get clients. I mean probably during the sex, the mask is still taken off, so why wear one in the first place.” Sharon said twisting her neck to see Harley who chuckled and shook her head.

“I don’t think that you should worry your pretty head about it. I pay you for two things, do my makeup and keep my identity secret. We aren’t friends that I would indulge anything to you. So can you leave now? I have a show to perform.” She said as she brought out her horse whip and gag knot as Sharon shook her head and said,

“Okay fine. I am off. Break a leg.” She said waving her off as she left through the black door leaving Harley all alone.

Looking back to see that she was truly alone and the front door was bolted and could only be opened by her, she brought a small box and took out a small vial and looked at it.

Lastly, my personal favourite…Anaesthesia. The unfortunate man tonight wouldn’t know what hit him. She said as she smiled putting the vial in her bra as she stood up and took her things for the show.

She opened the door, all dressed in her black body fitting outfit with her mask on, as she nodded to the guard in the front, who took ten seconds salivating her bare legs that covered over the v line of her pussy.

He then nodded his head before pulling a lever as the lights went off, leaving the club in abrupt darkness, before her song started playing.

That was only the signal that the club needed for them to know that the masked devil was about to make an appearance. They had already brought out stacks and stacks of money hoping to score for the night as she was a hard fish to catch.

Are you ready for tonight’s game? I saw that it was the big boys that came today. And guess who is on the front row, VVIP 1.

Who? Harley asked, not even in the least interested in what the guard was telling her. She could feel his eyes on her body but she just decided to let it slide as she was waiting for the beat to drop before she could move into the stage, doing what she does best.

“A colleague told me that he saw no other person than Mr. Dave Scott walking through the doors of the club, less than thirty minutes ago, and he asked if this was the club that the Masked Devil performed. He is such a big hit in the political world. Surely you will wrap him round your finger after tonight eh? Still hoping that you can give me a chance to get in between your legs BTW.” The guard said as Harley waved him off before going onstage.