Joker's Wild (Closed for Erlind and Rainingheat)

[RainingHeat]

"But daddy, I don't need the fucking escort" How many times had she had this argument since she turned 18??? More than she cared to count, and here she was, having this argument yet again.

To say she was angry was an understatement. She was pissed.

"you are taking your escort, whether you like it or NOT" her father turned, to stare at his pretty daughter. "Don't you even comprehend. There are people out there who would take you, HURT YOU. Just to get to me. Now I don't want to hear anymore Sasha, You can go to the club, but Billy here is going WITH YOU, and I don't want to hear another thing about it."

"fuck you daddy"

She knew that no matter what she did, that damned body guard would be following her. She had thought that maybe that would end when she turned 18. But no, that had been almost 2 years ago, and still she had to be escorted no matter where she went. She was fucking tired of it. Another fight, another defeat. It was tiring! So very tiring! And how the hell was she even supposed to have fun, meet GUYS with a 6'2" overseerer, who intimidated anyone who even thought to come near her.

Just because she was the only daughter of Joseph Lee Maroney, the highest sitting crime boss in the London area.

And, there was no Bat here, no Batman, to unseat him.

She didn't give a fuck about that, other than, of course, the money it provided.

Sasha Lee Maroney 19, about to turn 20.

The only child of London crime boss Joseph Lee Maroney.

She was a bit of a rebel. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with the "business". Oh she knew enough about it, her daddy didn't hide things from her. She knew he dabbled in drug and weapons running, prostitution, robberies, loan sharking, and murder. It was more than obvious to her that he wanted a son, to groom to take over. All he had gotten, before his wife, Sasha's mother, was brutally raped and murdered, was her, a daughter, Sasha.

This particular night, she and her friends were going to be heading into the heart of London to hit some of the underground clubs. There was a very good chance her own father owned some of these places, but she would never use that to her advantage. She'd rather get in just like everyone else. She was smart enough to not want to draw attention to herself THAT way at least. That was one reason why she wanted to ditch Billy, he just drew attention to her. She could take care of herself, or so she thought.

"Come on Billy" the tone of her voice told him she was none to happy, but she didn't have the time to fight it out, again, with her father. She was meeting Jayne, Rita, and Claudette at the club in 30 mins. She had just enough time to get there.

Billy could only stare appreciably at the beautiful daughter of his boss. Sasha was a stunner, and never even realized it. With her long dark hair, streaked with bright blonde highlights, hell there were times when Billy saw her with pink, blue, even purple highlights, she was sleek and svelte, looking almost like the girl next door, with her mahogany brown, very expressive eyes, and her cute, nearly perfect figure, curves in all the right places and not too overwhelming. More than once he had fantasized about the gorgeous, sexy Miss Sasha. But Joe had been more than blunt. "You touch, you die" it was that simple. So, the girl was safe from him, at least.

This particular night, she was wearing a short black mini skirt, a peach pink tank top, and black leather boots. The outfit was deceptively simple, yet looked fantastic on her. Billy had to fight the urge to just drink her in by staring. If she ever told her father that he had been staring, more than likely he would gouge one of his eyes out. Papa Joe was very protective of his daughter, that was one reason she was still virginal. The same could not be said for her friends, but for Sasha, as much as she wanted to fuck, no boy had ever gotten close enough, heh, thanks to Billy.

But it was not Billy, or any of the others boys, she should have feared that night.

When the long, black car pulled up in front of "Joker's Wild" the newest club on the scene, all 3 of her friends were already there. They shook their heads when they saw Billy yet again.. "hey Billy" they each called out. They knew him well.

"Come on, let's go" Sasha was anxious to put distance between herself and Billy. Just because he was her escort, her body guard so to speak, did not mean he had to be at her side every moment. Billy was damned good at blending in, but always being close. It would be another one of those nights.

The club was hopping, crowded, the music loud and raucous. Just the kind of place Sasha loved to party and explore. She had a habit of leaving her friends to walk thru the entire club, get a feel for the place, and this night was no different. Made things difficult for Billy as well, especially this place, with all it's nooks and crannies, rooms and very dark corners.

 

[Erlind]

The Bat had been hunting him relentlessly for weeks. This wasn’t him just trying to stop the caper of the week or upset he was back from another stint in Arkham. Three chemical labs, six ice cream trucks, and his warehouse down by the docks had all been destroyed by that fucking caped crusader. The man in black was out for blood.

“I don’t get it,” the man in the shadows whined, “I do nothing to this overgrown bat and he starts raining down hell on my pretty little parade.” There were two others in the room besides the man lamenting in the dimly lit room. They looked like hockey players with really bad taste. Their clothes bordered on outright clown like.

“Uh, boss, you did do all that stuff to Robin.”

“Yeah, even if he can still walk, he’s probably not right in the head anymore.”

The shadowy figure emerged with a wide deranged smile on his face. He wore a neat purple suit that had a flower in the lapel, and his face was starkly white. Messy green hair topped it all off. It was the Joker himself.

“Bats knows that it was all in fun. He and I have that special kind of relationship, but still I can’t deny he seems to be on the warpath. Maybe it’s time to lay low in another low down town.” The maniac rubbed his chin thoughtfully and then his face lit up a little.

“A vacation is just the ticket. Puddin, pack your bags!” Joker dug out a suitcase and began pulling open drawers and stuff things inside. Extra clothes, makeup, knives, bottles filled with various chemicals, bombs, and even a pie on top. He slammed the suitcase shut causing a sickening squish leaving a tie stuck out one side and the leg of some pants hanging out the other.

“Pudding,” he called out in a sing songy voice. “Oh Puddin. Harley? You stupid bitch, if you don’t get in here right now, I’m going to cut your favorite fucking finger off!” Joker threw open a desk drawer and pulled out a butcher knife and waved it menacingly for a moment. The office stayed quiet and then Joker put his hand flat on the desk and held the butcher knife over it.

“You either have the world’s worst sense of humor kitten, or I’m going to have to teach you some manners again!”

“Um, mister Joker sir, I’m pretty sure she left you for Poison Ivy.” The butcher knife clattered on the desk and before it had entirely settled a handgun was pulled out and fired. The thug’s little brain splattered against the office wall and he slumped to the floor.

“WHAT did you say?!” He waited for the corpse to speak until the remaining thug summoned the courage to shakily pull out a note and slide it across the desk.

“She left this.”

Dear Mister J,
Sorry for leaving without saying anything, but the Bat has it out for you. Ivy says I’m pretty and don’t deserve all the rough treatment you give me. She’s nice. I’m leaving, and I don’t think I’m coming back.
Love,
Q

A kiss marked with black lipstick was left on the bottom of the page. Joker was in utter shock. He’d never been anything but kind to the girl, unless she acted up or did something he didn’t like. It’s not like he beat her on weekends or holidays.

“Boss maybe if you treated her a little better …”

Joker shot him.

“What I need is a fresh start. New town, new gig, new girl. Someplace where that silly man jumping around in spandex can’t ruin my parties.”

* * *

Music pounded and bodies grinded against each other. Since the day it had opened Joker’s Wild had been a great success. The place had been opened on one concept, unfettered freedom. Bribes had been paid, permits tactically acquired, and every other measure taken to ensure that he could answer every kiddy’s dream in his little fun house.

As Sasha explored a thin young man backed into her and spilled his drink all over himself.

“Damn it!” He gave a withering look at Sasha, set down his coaster, and left in search of a bathroom to try to salvage his top. The coaster he set down was much like every other one in the club, a poker hand with nothing, but jokers in it. This one was different though. It had gold text printed on the outer edge of it.

“Ever wanted privacy? Tired of being followed? Ask for a Last Laugh at the bar.”

 

[RainingHeat]

"girls.. I'm going exploring. I'll be back" The other 3 nodded. They were used to Sasha wondering off. They liked to find a spot and stick with it. But not Sasha. She was always the curious one. One many even call her daring. Claudette had mused that it was because of Billy. Sasha looked for any reason she could find to make Billy work, or to lose him altogether in the crowd. It was a game she played, she had been playing it since she was a kid in school, making her guardians search for her on the playground. It certainly gave her some sense of control.

"If you find any cute guys send them our way" Rita called out as she rocked her hips to the loud music.

Sasha just laughed and waved, before getting lost in the crowd.

"wow, this place is huge" she murmured to herself. She had stopped and gotten a drink from the bar. Her favorite, SoCo and Coke. Sipping that, she slowly meandered about the club, eyeing every nook, every cranny, daring to wonder down dark hallways, peek into private rooms. She was pretty fearless, actually.

She had paused to watch a couple who, sitting on one of the couches in a darker corner, were effectively fucking. The girl, in some little schoolgirl plaid skirt, as bouncing wildly on this guy's lap. It didn't surprise Sasha, clubs like this usually had some kind of sex going on somewhere, quiet corner, bathroom, dance floor.

It was there that some idiot kid, also gawking at another couple having sex on another couch close by, backed right into her.

“Damn it!”

Her drink had been about empty, so no harm done. His, on the other hand, spilled all over himself. Sasha couldn't stifle her giggle as the kid gave her a look, something between defeat and anger, and stormed off to the nearby bathrooms. "Idiot" she commented after him.

But something caught her eye, the coaster that he had set down on the nearby table. The coasters here were emblazoned with a hand of cards, all Jokers. Sasha had thought that was a bit tacky, but heck, the place was called Joker's Wild. This one tho, the sparkle of gold was what caught her eye. It was different than the others.

“Ever wanted privacy? Tired of being followed? Ask for a Last Laugh at the bar.”

Privacy? Tired of being followed?

Sasha read it several times, over and over. More than likely, even right now, Billy was trying to locate her. And she was right, he was frantically, even now, trying to found out just where Miss Sasha went. God, he hated these nights!!

"what the heck" she said to herself. She was curious now. How would a "Last Laugh" get rid of Billy? Or any of her Father's other body guards that he sent out with her?

"Might as well find out"

The closest bar was at the back, just beyond the couches and the couples. Sasha made her way there, still holding the coaster. The bartender was a bit, odd looking, not a scantily clad girl like all the other bars in this club. Oh well, she preferred him over those hoes anyways.

"hi... May I have a Last Laugh please?" she set the Coaster down on the bar for him to see, smiling. Billy would never find her way back here, not for a while at least.

 

[Erlind]

“It won’t be the last, not with Mr. J down there. I’m surprised he’s allowing walk ins tonight.”

The man smiled wickedly. He knew what the girl was getting into. She hadn’t been the first since the mysterious owner he swung open the doors of Joker’s Wild. She might be something special though. She might be something more than the usual game.

“Look for the bored pissed off looking brunette in the red dress. There’s stairs underneath her table. Don’t forget to talk to Mr. J. We’ll take care of the rest.”

The bartender swung his head in the direction she needed to go. When she left the he clicked a button under the bar to signal the right people. He watched as Sasha made her way through the crowds. At a particularly thick group of people a girl who looked uncannily like Sasha bumped into her and moved on without saying a word. As the two crossed paths the man that had been tailing Sasha suddenly found someone else to follow for a moment.

The bartender watched as Sasha approached the woman in red. She met his eyes and he gave her the nod. The woman took a long drag from her cigarette before addressing the girl.

“You’re in the right place and you’re in the clear for the moment too. I don’t really care, but if you’re going to go it’s now or never.”

Meanwhile in another part of the club Billy followed a girl he strongly believed was Sasha. Some stupid piece of trash was dancing near her, rubbing up against his charge. If the little fuck thought he was getting some tonight that was a mistake he planned to rectify. Billy pushed his way across the dance floor.

“Your father would be unhappy to see this.”

When he spoke the punk scampered off and the girl turned around, but it was definitely not Sasha.

“What the fuck man? He was totally into me.” Her words were a drunken slur and now that he was up close Billy knew that he’d lost Sasha somewhere in the club.

“Shit.”

 

[RainingHeat]

“Look for the bored pissed off looking brunette in the red dress. There’s stairs underneath her table. Don’t forget to talk to Mr. J. We’ll take care of the rest.”

Hmmm.. an adventure. With a grin, she nodded, heading off in the direction he indicated. She just hoped Billy wouldn't stumble upon her and spoil her fun. When she moved thru the group of people, she did not even notice the look alike girl. She was much too intent on where she was heading.

The lady in red... wait, wasn't that a song? Yes, it was..

The lady in red is dancing with me cheek to cheek
There's nobody here, it's just you and me, It's where I wanna be
But I hardly know this beauty by my side
I'll never for get, the way you look tonight

She had to shake her head to get the song out of it...

There she was, looking as bored and pissed off as the Bartender had said.

Sasha approached, the woman looking her up and down. Ahhh, another prize for Mr. J, she thought to herself. Not that she knew Mr. J personally or anything. This was nothing more than a job for her, one that paid really well.

“You’re in the right place and you’re in the clear for the moment too. I don’t really care, but if you’re going to go it’s now or never.”

Sasha nodded. She was up for an adventure. She's show her daddy. She'd milk this for all it was worth and then throw it in his face. Sure, Billy would probably get fired, but hey, c'est la vie.....

The woman stood, chair moved, trap door opened and Sasha descended the stairs.

Talk to Mr. J. Whoever that was. Maybe she'd get lucky and Mr. J was cute. It had been a long time since she could talk to any guy without Billy leering over her shoulder.

At the bottom of the stairs, she paused. It sure was dark down here, but there was a dim light that gave some illumination. So Sasha proceeded into the.... room.

"Mr J?"

 

[Erlind]

The place beneath the club silently welcomed Sasha. No one would answer her as she called out for the club’s owner, but as her eyes adjusted the purpose of the place would become clear. A VIP room that did not exist. The room was quieter than the rest of the club had been, but somehow that underlying beat of the music was stronger here.

A man in a fine suit did a line of cocaine off a low glass table and began to laugh with those around him. A woman chatted with friends over a strong drink with her feet propped up on the back of a lithe young man. In the corner four men sat around a table while many others crowded around. Stacks of bills sat at the center of the table and the men were all hushed as a heavy revolver is pushed across by the oldest man, a man with a wide scar that starts at his temple and moves across his forehead.

In the center of the center of the quiet cacophony a dance floor still existed. Dancers writhed and grinded each other to the primal beats of this quiet court. It was the same as above, but some of the pretense was gone. One couple peeled off the floor as desperation overcame the music for them. He fell to his partners feet, ready to do anything to sate their animal desires.

“Haaa ahaaa ahaa ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!”

Raucous laughter of a single man cut through it all, but not one person even looked up. They were all lost in their mad world and not even such chilling raving laughter would rouse them. A thin man in a black suit walked up beside Sasha.

“He’s with someone else. When he’s ready he’ll find you. Do you need a drink?”

 

[RainingHeat]

It was a whole other world down there, beneath the wild dance club above. It was dimly lit, yet once your eyes adjusted, everything could be seen. There were people. But these people would never be allowed to do what they were doing upstairs in the main club. Not ever. None of what she was was shocking to Sasha. She was her daddy's daughter, after all. The lines of coke being snorted in one corner, the heroin being shot up in another corner, the human servants being used as footstools, or tables, or just as decoration on the arm or lap of a particularly rich guy, to the Glock 9mm revolver that was even now being passed around another table in some high stakes game of russian roulette. The suggestive, and downright obscene dancing that was going on right there in front of her on the dance floor. She had seen it all in her Daddy's own underground clubs. Sasha was not easily frightened.

But who the hell, among these people, was Mr. J? And, was this the privacy she had been promised? Granted, it certainly was private. Billy was probably still looking for her upstairs. She could do some serious partying down here, but alone? That wouldn't be any fun. She would have to get Rita, Claudette and Jayne down here. Tho they may find this place a bit intimidating. They were not the daughters of such a high boss as she was.

“Haaa ahaaa ahaa ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!”

Now that... that startled her. That laugh was nothing short of maniacal. That, was something she had never heard at one of her father's underground clubs. Yet, none looked up, none looked confused at who would be laughing like that over the music. None at all.

She found that, a bit unnerving, to say the least.

“He’s with someone else. When he’s ready he’ll find you. Do you need a drink?”

The thin little man had sidled up next to her. Sasha took a step back. "sure, shot of jack please" that was her favorite drink, just a straight up shot of JD. The thin little man nodded and disappeared. He was back what seemed like a second later, shot in hand. Sasha nodded her thanks and took it. She never drank it in one shot, usually 2, she down half, then started a slow walk around the room, watching, looking, observing, and utterly fascinated.

 

[Erlind]

Had she been a dancer or a gymnast as a child? She looked it. She had a sleek body that clearly had not had enough horrible things done to it yet. Harley had been ripe for the picking, but this girl would need some work done on her before she understood.

“Please …,”

Joker looked sideways at the man collapsed on his desk. The man had tried to blackmail him. Him, the clown prince of crime.

“You’d think they’d know how to treat royalty in this city. Hah! Just be quiet I’m watching my stories.” Joker rolled the man off his desk and stomped on his face, driving his heel in until he drew a good little bit of blood. He turned back to the cameras and watched his little poppet. She was finally starting to relax a little down here, but it was clear she was still wary. He clearly needed to comfort the poor girl in person.

“Uhhnn.” More noise from the sack of flesh on his floor? A gloved hand grabbed a tire iron off his desk and Joker proceeded to beat him with it.

“I said QUIET!” Strike after strike landed on him, mostly to his midsection, but occasionally he wandered up to his face as well. The room, like all of them down here, was fairly sound proofed, but nothing was perfect. By the time he was done, Joker was breathing heavy and sweating just a tad. He dropped the weapon and moved towards the door.

“I wonder why they call it a tire iron,” he mused as he passed out into the club past his guards, “Clean up in there would you boys? My guests are always so messy.” He strode across the floor all smiles giving the occasional greeting to his fans and bankrolls alike. He tussled the hair of a coke addict and tossed him a baggie with more of the white stuff.

“On the house, Jimmie.”

Joker moved on past the addicts, gamblers, and drunks and beelined to Sasha. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and smiled his wide winning smile.

“Welcome! So glad you could make it. You’re new so I’ll let it slide, but we need to have a seat and talk about a few little rules about being down here, kitten.” He pointed out a vacant couch and let go of her. She would follow, for now, and that’s all he needed. He flopped back onto it like he owned the place, because he did.

 

[RainingHeat]

“Welcome! So glad you could make it. You’re new so I’ll let it slide, but we need to have a seat and talk about a few little rules about being down here, kitten.”

What? Who? Sasha blinked. It was almost as if he appeared beside her like... magic. She had not even seen him cross the room. Of course that could have been because she was watching the strip poker game going on in the corner, and the girl, and there was only one girl in the middle of this game, was pretty much naked. The guys, almost fully clothed. Sasha had seen enough poker games to know that the men were more than likely cheating to get the girl naked. And she seemed perfectly ok with it, even when one of them reached over to pinch a pink nipple "to confirm that they were real" or so he said. The other guy on her other side, leaned over and nipped at her other nipple for the same reason. Moments later, the card game was forgotten. She was leaning back on the couch she was sitting on, red laquered nails curling into the hair of both men as each took a nipple into their mouths, suckling, nipping. She spread her legs and the third male player was on his knees, pulling her panties, which amazingly she still had on, aside and dipping his questing tongue within the wet fold of her sex.

No wonder Sasha had not even noticed the very strange man who now appeared beside her.

She turned and just looked at him. She had seen her fair share of odd people, being her father's daughter. She had seen scars, and deformities, and she had seen some who chose to look different on purpose, mostly thru tattoos and piercings. There had even been talk of some guy, over in America, who dressed up as a bat of all things. But this guy, she had never seen anything that even looked like this guy. White face makeup, red lips, purple suit?? He looked like a demented clown. For a moment, an image of a character she had heard about popped into her head. Pennywise the clown, it was a story she had read some time ago. This guy must really like that story, she thought to herself.

He had pointed to a vacant couch. Wait, hadn't that been the same couch with the 3 men and the girl? Where did they all go in those few moments she had turned her attention to this... clown?? Oh well, mattered not to her.

She followed, sitting herself down next to him. This was turning into more of an adventure than she had anticipated, and this clown only added to the fun. Plus, if there were rules, she wanted to know them, because she had every intention of coming back. Just not having Billy down there to hound her made it all worth it. And Sasha, again, was not intimidated by stranger people. At least not yet.

"Hi" she offered. "I'm Sasha. And you are?"

Could this be that Mr. J that she was supposed to meet? More than likely it was. That other squirrelly little guy had said he would find her.

"Are you... Mr. J?"

 

[Erlind]

“How could you not recognize royalty?” Joker pulled a gloved hand to his chest in faux astonishment. “The clown prince? A humble servant of chaos? My face is on the damn coasters!” His mock offense began to turn to genuine anger as he watched her confusion only grow as he spoke. Then abruptly he calmed down.

“Not your fault Sasha. Nobody in this damned city knows a joke when they see one, much less the Joker himself. Yes, I own this fine little retreat. Now back to your welcome to my little play house. First rule is simple, no inhibitions. I ensure what happens down here never leaves, so there is no reason for any of my guests to hold back. Sex, drugs, violence. Pick your poison or let me pick for you. Ha!”

His fingers trailed along Sasha’s arm for a moment before pulling away again. She was a lovely thing and he could change lovely into a depraved desperate little thing so easily. He knew just who she was and her invitation wasn’t as accidental as he had arranged. Sasha was going to be kept, warped, and made his new girl. When he was done she’d stroll right up to her daddy with him and they’d pull the trigger together. Joseph Lee Maroney was a little dog with a steak too big for him to eat. He was going to gobble up London along with him. The whole country would be going mad before he was done.

“Next, my dear Sasha, you must keep my smile wide,” he told her tracing his large toothy grin, “frown lines would just kill my face. Don’t tell anyone, but I have to use makeup as it is.”

“Lastly, you’re just a guest tonight. Maybe a little freedom from your home life will prove too much for you. That’s fine. If you really want to come back to my little corner of hell though you can come down to my office end of the night. For now though, just enjoy yourself, ok?” He patted her cheek with a wide smile.

“That’s a good girl.”

Joker began to laugh a little and got up. He hadn’t let her get a word in edgewise and he was about to leave before letting her even really respond, but he stopped.

“Wait! Stop.” Joker spun on his heels suddenly and walked right up next to Sasha and leaned in close. He whispered to her as if he had a dirty secret to share with the young little thing.

“You didn’t have any questions for old uncle Joker, did you?”

 

[RainingHeat]

Many people would have recoiled at the site of the Man in the Makeup. Many would have been scared. Many would have been appalled. Many would have never come down into this place in the first place. And just seeing the Man in the Makeup would have driven them running back up the stairs and out into the night.

Sasha was none of those people. She was intrigued. She was fascinated. He was a character, this Man. A genuine character and in the world she had been raised in, with all the criminals and mobsters, genuine did not show it's face very often.

Perhaps that was her mistake that night. She had not run, she had not recoiled, she was not scared, nor was she appalled.

"First rule is simple, no inhibitions. I ensure what happens down here never leaves, so there is no reason for any of my guests to hold back. Sex, drugs, violence. Pick your poison or let me pick for you. Ha!”

Her father's clubs, many of them, had rooms similar to this. Perhaps not as blatant, but similar. She nodded, understanding completely.

"oh I can pick my own poison just fine thank you very much" the words never made it past her lips, he had just kept on talking. It seemed he was very good at that.

“Next, my dear Sasha, you must keep my smile wide, frown lines would just kill my face. Don’t tell anyone, but I have to use makeup as it is.”

He certainly was a character.

“Lastly, you’re just a guest tonight. Maybe a little freedom from your home life will prove too much for you. That’s fine. If you really want to come back to my little corner of hell though you can come down to my office end of the night. For now though, just enjoy yourself, ok?”

“That’s a good girl.”

He said the magic words. Freedom from her home life. Freedom.

“Wait! Stop.” Joker spun on his heels suddenly and walked right up next to Sasha and leaned in close. He whispered to her as if he had a dirty secret to share with the young little thing.

“You didn’t have any questions for old uncle Joker, did you?”

She felt a slight shiver travel up her spine when he leaned in, whispering in her ear. She was not sure why. He seemed harmless enough. A bit odd, a character to say the least, eccentric, and well, yeah, some would call him strange. But Sasha was completely fascinated by this man. And again, he had said the magic words to her, freedom from her home life. From her overbearing father, and the body guards. She could not wait to tell the girls about this place.

Uncle Joker? That was just an odd thing to say.

"yes, as a matter of fact I do, when can I come back?" she turned to look him right in the eyes with her own deep sable brown gaze. "and can I bring a couple of girl friends?"

She wanted to just stay there, hell she would have worked there if she could. She LOVED this place already. It belonged to someone other than her father, her body guard had NO clue she was there, this was the greatest place ever to her.

 

[Erlind]

“A girl that knows what she wants. Ahhahaha. I remember the brief on you including those girls you came in with. If you were a member we could arrange for a few guests of yours.”

A white gloved hand went around her waist as the Joker escorted her across the club floor towards his office. A few smiled and waved as they passed, a few cringed, and the rest were too last in their depravity to notice the club’s namesake. Joker didn’t mind though, he had what he’d been looking for.

The steel door to his office was open and waiting for them. Inside was a total disaster zone. There was a strange juxtaposition of children’s toys and lethal weapons, instruments, and needles. A flat screen television played old Tom and Jerry cartoons with the sound fairly low. Joker let go of his charge and danced his way across the cluttered floor. He jumped up and slid across an oversized oak desk sending papers flying everywhere, to take a seat in the almost cartoonish throne that sat behind it. He put his feet up on the desk and put his hands behind his back. It was time to see how much work needed to be done.

“Come have a seat, so we can talk about just what it will take to get you membership.” The words came out dark and wide a wide smile. There wasn’t another chair anywhere in the room. He wanted to see what she would do and how comfortable or uncomfortable she was.

 

[RainingHeat]

“A girl that knows what she wants. Ahhahaha. I remember the brief on you including those girls you came in with. If you were a member we could arrange for a few guests of yours.”

A member. Sasha already knew she wanted to be a member. The best part, he had not mentioned her father once. Not once. So many would have prefaced what he had just said about membership with a quip regarding getting permission from "Daddy". But not this guy, this... Joker. Sasha was immediately drawn in. She liked this guy, makeup and all. He was..... different.

She never even hesitated as he slid his white gloved hand around her back, to rest at her hip. She never even paused as he lead her past the others, she quickly getting a glance of one girl, lain across the table where several men were drinking, her head hanging off one end, one of the men, his zipper open, his cock out, was effectively fucking her mouth and throat, while another was between her legs, obviously feasting on the girl's pussy. And that was only at one table. Variations of that same thing were happening all around the large room. Sex, in one form or another, never mind the one guy in the corner getting the shit beaten out of him. What had he done?

But it was all behind her a moment later, as they entered another room. Joker's office?

Sasha's wide eyes roamed the entire room, seeing everything from kids toys, some she recognized from her own childhood, to guns, knives, a sickle of all things, cuffs, more than one whip, ball gags, chains, spikes. To many, it would have scared the hell out of them. But Sasha had seen alot of these things before, again in her father's clubs. No, not mingled with kids toys, and no, not quite so many gathered in one place. It was like an insane clown's playroom.

She watched as he danced his way across the room, slid across the desk, which looked kinda like fun, and settled into a large throne chair. A throne chair of all things. King Joker. The words flashed across Sasha's mind.

“Come have a seat, so we can talk about just what it will take to get you membership.”

Have a seat? She took a quick look around, again. There were no other chairs in this place, just the one that he sat in. And that was not even a chair, that was some sort of throne. Where the hell was she supposed to sit down??? She paused for a minute, obviously thinking. The words of her father came to her, slowly scrolling across her mind. "put one in an uncomfortable situation, and they become vulnerable, weak" ... Having no place to sit was pretty uncomfortable, especially when he specifically said, "have a seat"... sure she could stand, but she did not like that option at all, and the floor was out of the question. Maybe this was some sort of test, for membership. One she was determined to pass.

A smile creeping over her lips, she approached the large desk that he sat behind, and hopped up to sit on the corner, she canting her head to the Joker..

"Did I pass? "

 

[Erlind]

The Joker grimaced for a moment, his normally jolly expression turning to one mostly of anger. Then just as quick it snapped back.

“Tests are for other people sweetie, but you’re doing fine.”

She hadn’t batted an eye at his inner sanctum, and seemed more intrigued than frightened. That would likely change soon enough, but it was an important place to start. The clown prince slipped out of his throne and joined her on the desk.

“You see most of these people are here for little reasons. They like sex or drugs. They want escape from watchful eyes to do unsavory business. They still aren’t free, just enslaved to other things. That’s why I charge them through the nose for my little hide away. I think you’re different though, Sasha. A breed apart.”

Joker sighed as he remembered what Harley had been like at first. He’d wrapped the little thing around his white gloved finger, but never truly freed her. He’d thought she had found that for herself. No mistakes like that this time. Joker hopped off the desk and moved in front of her. He loved this sweet and innocent look she had tempered by the obvious corruption she’d lingered in enough not to be frightened of it. He couldn’t wait to play with her.

The man leaned in close placing his hands on the desk on either side of her. His grin and eyes grew wild as he asked her to damn herself.

“You want real freedom. No more daddy making rules. No more body guards following your every move. No laws to bind you. No morals to hold you back. You want no one but yourself to decide your fate. So let me ask you. How important is it. Tell me you value that freedom more than anything else and I’ll promise you’ll find it here.”

 

[RainingHeat]

"I think you’re different though, Sasha. A breed apart.”

She blushed, the deep pink coloring her smooth cheeks. Different. A breed apart. No one had ever said that to her before. To her, it was an offhanded compliment. This Joker guy was the first man to see HER and not her as the daughter of Joseph Lee Maroney, the City's biggest crime boss.

A breed apart.

She liked that.

He had joined her sitting on the desk when he spoke, then slid off to stand in front of her. She did not flinch when he leaned in close. Maybe she should have. Maybe she should have shown fear, been uncomfortable, been wary. Maybe that would have saved her.

“You want real freedom. No more daddy making rules. No more body guards following your every move. No laws to bind you. No morals to hold you back. You want no one but yourself to decide your fate. So let me ask you. How important is it. Tell me you value that freedom more than anything else and I’ll promise you’ll find it here.”

Sasha's eyes went wide.

No more daddy making the rules. No more body guards. She deciding her own fate. Making her own rules. Doing what she wanted to do, or so she thought. She was an adult, daddy still saw her as a child. But not this Joker guy. He knew she was an adult. Joker knew she could make her own decisions, decide her own fate, live her own life, have her freedom.

Freedom

That was the magic word here.

"Mr. J.... I do value freedom more than anything else, my freedom from my father, yes, I do value my freedom, real freedom, more than anything else. Can you really give me that freedom?"

He had a wild look in his eyes, only matched by the sheer determination in her own. It had been fate that she had come here this night. She knew that.

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Billy had circled the club now, a half a dozen times, trying to find Sasha. It had taken him far too long to realize the girl he had been following was nothing more than a decoy, a look alike. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. And if he did not find Sasha before the end of the night, something was going to be very wrong for him as well.

He found the other girls easy enough, her friends, Jayne, Rita, and Claudette, none had seen Sasha since she had announced she was going exploring. They weren't all that nervous. They were well on their way to getting drunk. "She'll turn up, Billy boy" Claudette stammered, giggling.

Billy tho, had a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

 

[Erlind]

It didn’t take long for a stumbling drunk girl to approach the table the girls were at that Billy was talking with.

“That girl you were asking about? She went outside. She was with this guy who had this kind of hair.” The girl made some motions with her hands trying to explain what she meant but utterly failing. Regardless Billy had a place to start. Not allowing the girl to finish he pushed past her to the back of the club and found a rear exit. The boss was going to hear about this, he always did somehow, and the last thing he needed was for the man’s little girl drunkenly losing it to some loser in an alley.

Billy rushed out the back door ready to make some kid’s night a whole lot worse, but as soon as he stepped through the door his face was met by a crowbar. Billy hit the ground and his head was spinning, but that didn’t stop him from immediately getting back to his feet and slamming the unseen opponent into the wall outside. Someone else was coming from his left, but the bodyguard put a right hook to his jaw and sent him to the ground before wrapping his hands tightly around the guys throat.

The crazy fuck had damn clown paint on his face. What was going on here? Then someone snuck up from behind and slipped a heavy chain over Billy’s throat. He punched the clown in the gut and tried to turn, but the man stayed on his back. Two more thugs with clown makeup jumped him and Billy went down. The world fading as the chain choked the life out of him.

* * *

Inside a halfway decent looking server approached Sasha’s girlfriends with a tray of shots.

“They’re on the house,” he told them, grinning as they each eagerly grabbed for a glass.

* * *

“Wonderful,” the Joker growled in a low dangerous voice. Then he squeezed the pump hidden up his sleeve and the orange flower on his lapel sprayed a fine pink mist into Sasha’s face. She fell back against the desk.

“Ah ah ah,” Joker scolded her wagging a finger, “no going to sleep before the first act of your big show. BOYS!”

The clown slid across the desk and dragged Sasha up next to him. He took a moment to prop her up next to him with her head on his chest. The gas was fairly fast acting, but she was still awake. Her body was clearly not responding to her but she was awake.

Three thugs crudely painted up as clowns drug in Billy and propped him up on his knees. The man was breathing shallowly and bleeding from his crushed nose. There had been five of them originally. This bastard had not gone down easily and they were not happy about it. They couldn’t wait to see the boss waste him.

“Just remember, Sasha. I always keep my promises. You just don’t know what freedom is yet.” The Joker pulled a heavy pistol from his jacket and started to level it at Billy. He looked down and realized Sasha was almost out. That simply wouldn’t do. The Joker struck his nearly sleeping beauty with the gun.

“Wake up! You need to see this. His blood’s on your hands after all.” Without looking up from her Joker swung the gun up and fired three times. Two shots sunk into the man’s chest and the third went stray into one of his goon’s thigh. They dropped Billy body revealing the splatter of blood on them and the wall. The shot goon grabbed his leg and looked up shocked and angry at the clown prince.

“Whoops. Ahahaha! Can’t make a cake without breaking a few bad eggs. HAHAHAHAHA!”

 

[RainingHeat]

"Mr. J.... I do value freedom more than anything else, my freedom from my father, yes, I do value my freedom, real freedom, more than anything else. Can you really give me that freedom?"

“Wonderful,”

Sasha had a moment to blink before a fine mist suddenly sprayed in her face. It took her a second only to think, "it's pink" before she felt her body going numb. It was not a particularly pleasant sensation and one that actually scared Sasha, a fear she should have felt much, much sooner. She fell back on the desk with a low groaning huff of air.

“Ah ah ah,” Joker scolded her wagging a finger, “no going to sleep before the first act of your big show. BOYS!”

She tried to focus, to think straight, to even just blink, but even that was a struggle. Nothing else would work. She could feel her arms and legs, but no matter how hard she tried, moving them was impossible. She felt Joker grab her and drag her up next to him, propping her head to his chest. She tried to talk, a muffled "whaaaaaaa... what's happennnnnn.. mmm innnggggg....ggggggaahh" rolling from her lips.

She heard the door slam open, but her eyes were blurring, she was struggling just to stay even remotely aware. Was that Billy? Her Billy? She tried to say his name as he was thrown to the floor on his knees. She tried, but of course could not move, to reach out to him, but the world around her was swimming. Sleep, maybe if she just went to sleep, this would be nothing more than some kind of bad dream, right?

“Wake up! You need to see this. His blood’s on your hands after all.”

She yelped in pain as he hit her with the butt of the gun, her eyes snapping open. She heard a familiar voice...

"you painted freaking bastard, leave her alone"

It was Billy...

Sasha's eyes focused on her bodyguard, just as the sound of a shot exploded in her ears. Then another.. and another. Three shots, loud, echoing, and Sasha watched Billy slump over, blood pouring from his chest. She did not even pay attention to the pained scream that came from one of the thugs. She only heard Billy's voice and then his harsh groan of pain as the bullets tore into, and through, his chest..

"nooooooo" her own wail was weak, wavering as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. "BBBBillllllyyyyy..... why?" that word came out loud and clear.. she fighting to stay focused. "why??? "

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"Woooo Hooo... Free Drinks" Jayne shouted as she took one of the shots, downing it in a gulp. The other 2 followed suit. Another tray followed, and another.

"Compliments of Mr. J" was the card that arrived on the 3rd tray of shots, the girls now feeling so drunk, they had to sit down. None wondered where Sasha was. And only Claudette wondered what had happened to Billy, and that was only because she had a slight crush on the burly body guard.

 

[Erlind]

“HA! Hahaha. She’s funnier than I am. You specifically asked to be free of him,” he told her stroking hair out of her face and wiping the drool from her chin.

“You’re going to get everything you want, whether you want it or not. Don’t worry though Sasha. When you wake up you’ll be too wrapped up to think about it.” A wide tooth filled grin smiled down at her as sleep finally overtook her.

* * *

“Why are we even bothering to take them though?”

“She asked for them.”

* * *

Deep below the club, nestled between the sewer system and the tubes, Sasha was brought to a bare cement room and laid out by the Joker himself. His thugs hadn’t been allowed down here yet and he wanted to keep it that way for now. The mad clown whistled as he chained down his audience to four heavy steel eye bolts anchored to the floor.

The gas was designed to wear off quickly, at least in the dose he’d given her and Joker could tell she was already waking up. He quickly snapped the last manacle into place and stood up to get a better view of what he had. Arms and legs stretched out, she lay there with a beautiful tear stained face. She was nearly perfect, but no smile. That just wouldn’t do. She was starting to stir so he got back down and straddled her waist waiting for his new little girl to wake back up.

 

[RainingHeat]

“You’re going to get everything you want, whether you want it or not"

The words floated around her head, winding, twisting, she thought for a minute she could hear carnival music along with it, and that maniacal clown laugh that sometimes scares little kids.

“You’re going to get everything you want, whether you want it or not."

She felt her eyes roll back, thought she heard a last, dying groan from Billy, and her awareness, her consciousness slipped away. She lulled against the Joker, her body limp.

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She felt like she was waking up after a night of drinking way too much. She was a bit dazed, fogged, the world felt as if it were swimming around her. She tried to move, but found herself completely immobilized. "What the?" the words were a bit slurred... A pull on one arm, the other, her legs... no wait.. she was tied down? Chained down? What the... manacles? Cuffs? What was going on? It took her another full minute to realize she was being straddled by someone.

Sasha struggled to focus, eyes blinking... who.. wait.. it was him. Mr. J. Joker.

"why... why am I tied down? Let me loose, please?" she had no real idea what was going on. Where was Billy?

The memory hit her like a freight train, Billy being shot, by this very same man.

"What, what are you doing? Let me GO!" She was awake now, much more coherent, and a whole hell of a lot more scared. She fought against the chains, the manacles that held her in place, to no avail of course.

"What are you doing... Let me up... please... !!!!! "

She stared up at him, eyes wide, panicked. What the hell was going on? When had he brought her here? Sasha was not stupid, she knew she was in trouble, big trouble, deep trouble.

She twisted and jerked again against her bindings, trying to buck the Joker off in the process.

"GET OFF ME!!!"

 

[Erlind]

“For someone I’m setting free without any charge at all you sure are screamy,” the Joker mused as he bounced on top of the struggling girl. Then he shrugged and fished something out of the pocket of his purple coat. He held a hypodermic needle up to the light and then brought it down by Sasha’s face.

“Does this look mauve or lavender to you? Both will bring a smile to your face, but one will kill you too.” The Joker paused thinking hard before a flash of insight came across his face.

“Wait, I don’t remember which does which anyway, so it doesn’t matter. Wonderful!” The clown shimmied himself a little farther up her body so he could more easily reach her arm. He wiped a little place on her arm with a pad and then looked back at her.

“Now, don’t squirm or I won’t find the vein and if I have to keep looking I will.”

 

[RainingHeat]

“For someone I’m setting free without any charge at all you sure are screamy,”

Oh God... what had she gotten herself into???

Fear, pure abject terror, balled itself into the depths of Sasha's belly. It was so cold, and tendrils of that chill now snaked out to each of her bound extremities. She was shaking beneath the bouncing, painted faced, man in purple, the Joker.

"ppplease" she sobbed, desperately trying to stay calm.

She watched with widened eyes as he pulled out a wicked looking syringe.

“Does this look mauve or lavender to you? Both will bring a smile to your face, but one will kill you too.”

He waved it in front of her face.

Sasha shook her head no, again trying to twist, writhe in her chains. "no... no... please... don't" But it was as if he could not even hear her, or chose not to.

“Wait, I don’t remember which does which anyway, so it doesn’t matter. Wonderful!”

“Now, don’t squirm or I won’t find the vein and if I have to keep looking I will.”

"PPLEASE... DON'T" Oh God, what was he trying to inject in her? Why?? WHY? He had been so.. nice was not the word. Nice was definately not the word. Different, that was it! Different. He actually had listened to her, had treated her like an adult, not like a child. But now, now Billy was dead and soon, she would be too. "please ... DON'T .. MR. JOKER.. PPPPPPPleaseeeeeee... "

She closed her eyes tightly, wishing she were back with her daddy. Wishing she were anywhere but here. Wishing she were free...

Free!! He had said something about setting her free without any charge??

"You... YOU said you would set me FREE!" she suddenly screamed out.

 

[Erlind]

“Is hiding you from daddy so you can party and fuck really freedom?!! You’ve been defined by others controlling you your whole life and you think you can just step out into the world one day. You will be free! First, I have to teach you freedom, and strip away all of the fear, morality, and sanity that weigh you down.”

The clown struggled to keep her arm still. First, he wiped a spot clean and then he pressed the needle into her. That pretty little line of metal sunk into her flesh.

“Time to force that frown upside down.”

Joker pushed the plunger down sending his Joker Venom coursing through her system. This was an altered version meant to keep her alive and physically well after it was done, but his ordinary serum forced its victims to laugh until they died, a smile frozen on their faces. She would recover, but Sasha was going to feel all the same short term effects.

The empty needle was thrown aside and in its place Joker produced a long wicked looking knife. He licked the blade, just for good measure. There would be a day she wouldn’t even understand fear anymore, might as well relish it while she did.

“You’ve really overdressed for the occasion, my dear, but don’t worry. I can fix that. Hahahahaha!”

With how fast her little heart had to be beating the Joker venom would spread quickly. Soon it would just take that first little stimuli and she wouldn’t be able to help, but giggle. Joker began to whistle the tune from the old Andy Grithith show as he used the knife to cut off her little shoulder strap. He just barely nicked her as he did it. It didn’t even draw any blood though. Next, the clown moved the knife to her side to begin cutting off her top. The knife slipped a little again for a long shallow cut along her ribs that began to trickle a little rivulet of blood.

 

[RainingHeat]

“Is hiding you from daddy so you can party and fuck really freedom?!! You’ve been defined by others controlling you your whole life and you think you can just step out into the world one day. You will be free! First, I have to teach you freedom, and strip away all of the fear, morality, and sanity that weigh you down.”

Teach.... teach her freedom? What did that mean?

Strip away all her fear, morality, sanity?

Sasha was struggling with all the strength she had, twisting, writhing underneath the insane clown that straddled her.

"no... no .. NOOOO.. GOD PLEASE... NOOOOO"

“Time to force that frown upside down.”

She felt the needle pierce her arm, sinking in deep, and watched in abject horror as the liquid, was it pink or was it purple, slowly disappeared into her bloodstream.

"noooo.. daddyyyyy" she was crying... Whatever it was the he injected into her, it burned, seared, she could feel it, at least she thought she could, coursing thru her body. She had stopped struggling, her breathing coming in deep panting gasps, the shock of being injected momentarily paralyzing her.

But that only lasted until she focused, or at least tried to focus on the blade he was now holding.

"You’ve really overdressed for the occasion, my dear, but don’t worry. I can fix that. Hahahahaha!”

Her struggling began again, in earnest, as he started cutting off her clothes. "no.. no... DON'T" ... Sasha felt the slip of the blade, the honed sharpened edge brushing skin, and ... it tickled. Sasha squirmed.."stopppp ... ahhhh hahahaha" Of course he did not, and along her side, she felt it again, the razored edge this time slicing flesh, just along the skin, a warm, wet, trail of bright red painting her... "Ohhh godddd... ahhhhahahahahahahahaha" again she was laughing. NO, it did not tickle, it hurt, it stung, yet she could no scream, not beg, not even cry. All she could do was laugh, she shaking her head from side to side, trying to stop it. But that only seemed to fuel her laughter. It was not that she thought any of this was funny. Far from it. But she could not stop laughing, the sound echoing in the room. Sasha's eyes were wide, terrified, she not understanding what was happening to her, besides the obvious.......

He was stripping her naked. Already her breasts were exposed, a larger handful, curved, soft, tipped with dark pinkened nipples, they swayed, shook, undulated as she laughed, bouncing ever so prettily.

 

[Erlind]

The screaming and begging was just disgusting. That night she had told him that she’d do anything to be free of her father and now she was just calling for daddy again. Sasha was going to be a lot more work than she’d promised. However, the Joker’s annoyance with her faded as his Venom worked its way through her system and he cut the clothes from her body. Before he was finished he had created several small cuts across her body, though none as deep as that first one on her side.

Finished with his work, the whistling stopped and the Joker stood up and moved back to get a good view of what he had done. Sasha was naked except for a pair of flimsy panties he had left on her. Her smooth creamy skin was beautifully accented with blood and struggle. Her musical laughter filled the air as she twisted and fought against the chains. The clown prince had never seen a more tempting treat in his life, not even Harley had gotten his motor running like this. The amusement and glee in his eyes quickly turned to lust.

He fell on her like a cat on a trapped little mouse. Hands pawed at her. Lips found her neck and then teeth found it too, biting down with force, but not intending to really injure her.

“You have such beautiful laughter. Want to do something you’re daddy really wouldn’t like?” He wasn’t saying it to give her the option, just to make his little plaything think. That’s when he reached down and unzipped his fly and undid his belt and top little button. Joker slid his thick cock out of his pants and rubbed it against his new toy’s panties.

“You’re out of your daddy’s control now, just like you wanted. Maybe if you can stifle those wonderful giggles you could tell me something else you wanted.”

 

[RainingHeat]

Deep inside her mind, she was screaming.. "why are you LAUGHING???" .. The words kept replaying over and over.. WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?? Yet she could not top it. Every time that blade sliced skin, and once, along her side, it was pretty deep, not enough to maim or damage muscle, but enough that the sting raced thru her, the pain lacing every nerve ending, yet all she could do was giggle uncontrollably. Each time the blade touched, kissed, sliced skin, she laughed and laughed. She was loosing her breath from laughing so damned hard, yet she had no idea why, or how to stop it.

To say she was terrified was an understatement.

The more she struggled, and she certainly was not still during any of this, the more she laughed. It was not lost on her that he was stripping her naked.

Sasha pulled, fought, jingled and jangled the chains that held her, until he was done. She watched as he got to his feet, seeming to admire his handiwork.

Handiwork. That just made her laugh all over again. AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA.. Handiwork.. More like knife work... ahhhhhahahahahaha...

Arching her back, her naked body, save for the pale pink, flimsy little panties she wore, undulating, heaving, rolling, bucking in the chains. Still she was giggling, even tho the light in her eyes was pure terror. Her eyes then locked on his, and she saw them cloud over, she saw that gleam of lust that suddenly was very alive in his stare..

Oh God NO....

He was on her in an instant, hands groping, fondling, grabbing, his lips, and then teeth, at the tender curve of her throat. Sasha was horrified that she was still laughing, still giggling even as his teeth grazed and then bit into the soft, tender flesh... She tried to cry out, but the sound was a mingling of a scream and that damned laughing...

“You have such beautiful laughter. Want to do something you’re daddy really wouldn’t like?”

Oh God... Where was her father when she needed him? Needed him to stop this, to pull this madman off her, to hold her in his arms and tell her it would be ok, all would be ok. She giggled, shaking her head no, or at least trying to.

With wide eyes, she watched as he loosened the button on his purple pants, the sound of the zipper lowering filling the room, despite her near insane giggling. Her entire torso hurt from laughing so much, the muscles protesting, aching, her lungs nearly burning. Yet when she realized he had pulled his thick, large cock out, and was even now rubbing it along her panties, against her virginal sex, she tried to scream, taking a deep breath, but only able to laugh once more, laugh and moan, a rather obscene combination. She wanted to beg him to stop, plead with him to let her go, but Sasha already knew, he was not going to listen. She knew that never worked, sure, she had tried already, but she was captured, trapped, she was his ... prey.... And she had walked right into it.

“You’re out of your daddy’s control now, just like you wanted. Maybe if you can stifle those wonderful giggles you could tell me something else you wanted.”

"free... want to be free" she managed to beg, between giggling fits. She was shuddering under him, well aware of his hardened cock so close, against, her pussy. Her struggling was only allowing her dampening slit to brush against that cock, the thin layer of cotton of her panties doing nothing as a barrier to the sensation. "ppplease ... don't.... I .. never ... have" the words were hushed, she having trouble catching her breath....