Authors note: This is a chapter I have so totally been waiting to write inspired by a song I will add to the chapter. romeo and Juliet red and black. I love it and probably not stripper dancing material but defiantly suits the mood i want to create in this chapter.

Mature content later in chapter WARNING

She arrived an hour beforehand parking outside the narrows and walking to where the Devil's Den strip club was from. She came to the back door of the club and was let in by the burly guy as if he already knew who she was and was expecting her.

"So your the new girl. Damn should be a good show tonight then judging by how you look honey." he said making her smirk at being right once more.

"Yeah too bad you ain't going to see it." she let her accent thicken and drawl. She let her hand pat his back before sauntering away.

"Bitch" he growled lowly causing her smirk to widen.

She made it to the dressing room and an older stripper pointed her to an empty mirror stand. This place like all other places in the this part of down was run down and the extravagance the fine things tried to carry to your eyes never really made it. Just like a beautiful hooker her beauty never really made it to you only her uses.

She kept her damp hair in the tightly wound bun she had put it in before she left the house. placing a few choices of make up before her then turning to the mirror to apply her choices. The dark eye liner lined the top and bottom of her eyelids after applying the shimmering white eye shadow on both lids. A light dusting of brown cream went into the crease of her eye lid. After that mascara was used to widen her eyes and give her an  innocent appearance.

She noted in the mirror that a purple bag was placed beside her leaned over form. She looked up into familiar cold blue eyes as she applied some blush to the apples of her cheek. "This is what Daddy wants you to wear." she chimed

"Are we playin that card tonight Harley." she asked softly.

"Yes we are most of the girls here do it for their pimps we are playing along with the game."  she sauntered off to the door.

She pulled out the outfit in the purple gift bag. The joker card fell into her lap as she studied her attire for the evening. Why had she agreed to this again?

'Wear this and make the boys beg tonight doll- Daddy'

"Whatever you say daddy." she mumbled to herself almost chuckling at how ridiculous all of this was.

She dressed and met Harley at the door to the stage room. Both shared a look of disgust at each other before turning their thoughts toward the game at hand. Dealing with each other for the time being. 

"Let's go." Harley said.  

She pulled her hair out of the tight bun seeing the waves of curling brown hair fall down around her head. Grabbing hair spray off a strippers table she lightly sprayed her hair before following Harley at her own pace. She could call the shots tonight and she would follow them. . . at her own pace of coarse.

They chose two different smaller poles and began dancing to the rythmic fast beats that most of the rable appeared to enjoy. She did her job well the money piled in as she forayed on the pole acting like it was her own addiction to be dancing for them and tempting them.

*************************

Any man that looked at her found himself tempted to touch her and were ravenous just to sit before her and let her dance for them. She was doing an excellent job. He stared at her for a moment letting the mob bosses get a good look at what strippers they wanted. He knew they would chose Eli, Harley tended to fade away into the back ground. Eli stood out.

The act of hanging upside down on a pole and giving Maroni a 'i want to eat you look but only if you work for it' look was what sealed the deal and then accepting the money he offered with her lips and twirling her self up right on the pole before dropping slowly down put the cherry on top.

"You do privet shows darling?" he asked.

"Only for you baby." she drawled.

Her black outfit was reminiscent of a school girl but with the black fishnet replacing the knee socks and red stiletous takeing the place of flats. She looked more along the lines of a very naughty teacher or librarian. The black corset top with high lights of red pushed up her amble breasts in the best possible ways. The skirt wasn't too bad either and neither was the red thong she show cased underneath the small skirt.

Maroni held his hand out and helped her down from the stage. She walked in high heels like a dancer and not so much a stripper. That was why she was so desired by all these men. She did the things a stripper did but some of the small things she did made you look at her differently.

"Joker man which one do you want" cheechen came up with Harley on his arm.

"Already found the one I wanted." he nodded to where she sauntered off. This caused cheechen to laugh at his predicament.

"Hey she might not like scars." he joked.

****************************

The Italian was a fine gentleman and made himself comfortable as the other guys made their way  into the room and poured themselves a drink. She moved to where the music could be up loaded and pulled her I pod from her cleavage. The bad touch remix  filled the room and got the hearts racing. She and harley couldn't have planned it better as they took to the stage in mirrored movements. They began moving their hips in seductive movements. Walking about the pole sending looks to their particular guys.

Halfway through the song she walked toward Harley they met in the middle and then they gyrated together. She hated every second of touching the red heads skin and the close proximity she had to share with her. She loved the looks she was getting from the Joker. God she wanted to see that mind unwind.

In a fast move she was upside down supporting her self on the pole with Harley shimmying down to run her tongue over her chest. The long lean fingers touched her legs and ran down her body. Harley moved away and she righted herself and moved toward their perspective ends and finished up the song by stripping off their tops and dancing a few moments more.

Kelly rowland's motivation filled the room. No more speedy songs. This was something she could sink her teeth into and really get the boys going. Every movement was meant to put off the pretense that she wasn't so much as dancing as she was having sex with some unseen lover. She pulled the Italian up by his shirt and let her face nuzzle his own. The spark of passion in his eyes told her he was a man that enjoyed a dominate female.

She released him as she rose slowly swaying her hips this way and that. She held her foot out to him and bid him take off her shoe. He did as she asked feeling him skim his fingers for a few seconds more on her foot before she pulled away to offered her other foot. The same action occurred except he took his hand farther up her leg. She pulled it off clicking her tongue at him shaking her finger in a disapproving pout.

He sat back as she focused on the pole some more. Conversation erupted in the process.

"That one is a fiery one."cheechan chimed in.

"I like that."Maroni said. didn't he sound a little  breathless.

The joker sat back as if he were the king here and not the men on either side of him. The thing about being a stripper was to make men want you even more and now it was time that she do that. Not just yet but soon enough. When cheechan helped Harley down and took her to one of the more private rooms was her chance.

Romeo and Juliet red and black played through the speakers as she sauntered down from the stage to where the drinks were. Picking her poison she walked back toward the stage and then sitting in the space between the two  feet placed on their legs. She poured some of the liqour into her mouth feeling the sweet burn and first pulling Maroni toward her and she kissed him and gave him the intoxicating liquid. She allowed the kiss to go on a few more moments before pulling away and taking another mouth full of liquor.

She crooked her finger at him and he leaned in slowly, dominatly. He was no eager little boy to jump at a womans beck and call. he was all man and she was dying to make him lose control. She moved in and pulled back repeating the teasing gesture with a coy look. His hands grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into the kiss. Her hands tangled themselves into his green locks, they were trembling with her nervousness.

Maroni was like anyone else to her a lesser man. The joker was her equal in many things and could beat her at her own game. He wasn't so easily toyed with. And that was hot. She felt the scars on either cheek caress her face as their tongues tangled in the whiskey kiss they shared. She felt Maroni lift her leg and began to kiss her legs length. Her attention however was solely focused on the man whose tongue was in her mouth.

She pulled from the kiss when he allowed her to and cupped his make up covered face moving to lick the scars on either side of his mouth. She splotches of paint covered her face and she loved having it on her. Her smile  grew even wider when Maroni passed out from the small little pill she slipped into her mouth to disovle in the whiskey she had given him.

"Inter-est-ing" he drawled.

"Girl's got to have her fun." she shrugged. "So are you going to kill me dead or kiss me instead" she mimicked the song lyrics and  pulling him into another kiss. Their lips smashed together as their tongues fought for dominance.

She suddenly was grabbed about the waist and pulled into his lap where she felt just how badly he wanted her. She smiled against his lips as she grinding to the beat of the song in the back ground. Slow and seductive. He groaned and pulled her legs around his waist and she leaned back to allow him access to her chest and belly. Her head cradled by the edge of the stage.

The whispering kiss of a knife's blade touched her skin as he cut through the middle of her bra. His lips were attacking her breasts then. She dug her fingers into his scalp surely drawing blood as the pleasure in her body made her moan and whimper. She pulled his hand up and removed he damnable purple glove laving his finger tips with her tongue. Drawing a choice digit into her mouth and sucking on it lovingly.

Those deathly eyes stared up at her as he nipped her breast. She moaned when he gave her nipple a loving lick. She pushed him back and captured his mouth once more pushing his coat down his arms and taking hold of his suspenders. His waist coat and shirt were soon to follow and she leaned back to gaze at his scared chest.

Second degree burn scars covered one shoulder, knife slices and gouges dotted the skin, and she even found a gun wound. She kissed and licked each and every single one of his scars. His hand cupped her head to him as her gaze remained locked onto his. That drowsy relxed sexy killer look did something to her insides. When she took his nipple into her mouth and showered attention onto it in the similar fashion he had done to hers he groaned lowly as his hold on her head tightened.

"Kissing all my boo boos better" he growled lowly.

"Yes daddy." she gave a quick lick to his flesh before once more straddling him. 

He didn't bother cutting the thong off he simply ripped it from her before letting his fingers dance over her heated woman's flesh. She moaned when he touched her just where she wanted to be touched. The nub that was central to her pleasure. Her arms surrounded him her hand sweeping up and down his spine  as the other tangled in his curling locks. His lips and scars ran along her neck nipping and sucking lovingly on its length as he brought her body higher.

Just before she got to that wondrous precipice he stopped and then she felt hard heated male flesh there at her entrance. One quick hard thrust and he was inside her to the hilt. She hit the precipice with full force and beyond crying out in pleasure. His hips continued to thrust up inside her until she regained her senses once more and pulled his hands from her hips. Taking a hold of each as she set the pace for their fucking.

****************************

Wet tight heat surrounded him as the most beautiful temptous woman he had ever had the pleasure of meeting moved on top of him. She took all of his dominating fury and gave her own in return. Her hands clenched and released his own as she drew closer to her orgasm once more. He leaned back enjoying himself for a moment.

The touch of a warm wet tongue moving up his neck and finding the sensitive flesh of his collarbone and laving the flesh before nipping it. The pleasure pain made him growl in need. His hands released hers and wrapped about her waist to bring her down harder onto himself. His hips thrust up to meet her own controlled ones.

She climaxed once more and he followed continouing to thrust into her until he was spent. She lay against his chest as he softend inside her their heavy breaths filling the silence of the room. His hand stroked up her spine in a languid motion. She sat up sighing in contentment pulling him into one more softer kiss. She rose and began dressing. He gathered up his clothes and walked toward the drinks.

***************************

She dressed and then grabbed his clothes and moved behind him and helping him slip on his shirt pulling the suspender straps up before pulling on the vest. Then she handed him his coat. she gathered her I pod and shoes and then walked toward he door. Glancing back to see him standing there dressed as he had been before his make up being smeared and chipped was the only sign of what had happened.

"Your make up needs a touch up" she teased seeing the humor enter those dark eyes.

"appar-ent-ly i had some fun." he drawled before taking the shot of whiskey.

"Just remember that i was the one who messed it up." she winked before walking out and leaving him to his own devices.

There was no guilt or shame in what she had done. She had always been a woman that had few wants as far as men went. When she did find a man she wanted she would partake in his delights. There was however a sense of the things to come would  not bode well for Gotham in general nor even for herself.