MtK update

Lark reddened and tightened her hold on her drink. “I think I’d take it personally if I were part of a package deal and my man kept adding to the package.”

“Don’t be so sensitive. It’s not like he isn’t satisfied. It’s more like… Bruce wants to satisfy more of us.”

“Out of the goodness of his heart,” Lark trilled sarcastically. But she felt a little spark of heat winding its way through her body, not settling anywhere in particular.

Ivy giggled and brought her feet up on the couch. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Say, have you tried it?”

“Tried what?”

“Brucie got around a lot before we were married. A lot. And you are one of the more eligible bachelorettes in this city. Did he ever come by and get you cornered…?”

Lark sucked on a piece of ice, staring at Ivy over the rim of her glass. “A few more of these and I just might tell you…”

“I’ll just ask him,” Ivy teased her, wrinkling her nose at Lark. “He wouldn’t at all be ashamed of going to bed with you.”

“Why would he be? But what’s with all the interest? You said it yourself—Brucie left his DNA all over town. What’s the difference if I was one of his conquests or it was some other lovely lady?”

“Is it different for you? Knowing he’s had me? We’ve met before, but now you can’t seem to take your eyes off me…”

“I think I’m getting drunk,” Lark said. “How much alcohol are in these, anyway?”

Ivy refilled their glasses. “It’s not the alcohol, sweetie, it’s a little trick I do with the hops’ biology… don’t worry about it. It won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. It just makes you a little more open-minded… maybe a touch curious. It’s fun to indulge your curiosity once in a while, now isn’t it?”

Lark took a big swallow of what Ivy had poured her, showing she didn’t care how Ivy had tinkered with the drink—it tasted good enough for her not to mind. “Do you think you’re making me curious?” She pushed her hair back. “It’s getting warm in here, isn’t it?”

Ivy lowered her glass to the coffee table. “In the Iceberg Lounge? Why would it? I think it’s just the drink. That, and I’m wearing too many layers.” With a crooked grin, the redhead unzipped the side of her dress. “I think I’ll take this off. You don’t think anyone would mind seeing me without it, do you?”

She wiggled out of her dress and casually tossed it onto a chair. Lark choked on her drink. Ivy had no bra, just panties and hose. And she was naked from the waist up.

“Now, there’s a refreshing sight.” Ivy crossed her legs before Lark could get a closer look. “That wide-eyed stare… people get too used to me walking around naked at Wayne Manor. It makes a girl feel unappreciated.”

“That’s hard for me to believe.”

“Bruce does say I have the best tits around.”

“He would know,” Lark said, flushing a little despite herself.

“It is getting warm in here—you’re turning red.”

“Am I?”

“A very attractive shade. Not green, but then…”

They kept drinking, kept chatting. Lark couldn’t keep her eyes off Ivy’s breasts. When they finished their round of drinks, Ivy made a pitcher of Bloody Marys. Soon, Lark was slurring her speech and Ivy was giggling drunkenly.

“Is Brucie really a good lay?” Lark asked.

“I thought you’d found that out for yourself,” Ivy said at boozy length, then chortled headily.

Lark giggled herself. “Maybe I want to compare notes.”

“Do you think I want to? I’ve already got a damn Little League team who can’t stop talking about getting fucked… I think he’d bred Catwoman already… well, you’re a fresh victim, so I’m going to pretend you’ve never had the pleasure and see if you believe me… the guy has a prick this thick around and when it gets hard, you could hammer a nail with it. Which is how he fucks some of us…”

Over another round of drinks, they talked sex and cock and all the things girlfriends weren’t supposed to talk about—at least when men were around. Lark still felt warm, but she was aware of her panties being damp. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off Ivy’s breasts and it seemed disturbingly easy to picture Ivy getting fucked by Bruce, as though she had seen them at play and now the memory of it was bubbling up.

“Oh, Lark, don’t you ever have the urge to do something really… impulsive?”

“I suppose,” Lark mused. “We all have our fantasies, don’t we?”

Ivy pictured Bruce’s face. Then other parts of him. “And some of our fantasies have us,” she smiled. “I just don’t just want… to fuck every woman that he takes to bed… like I’m a connoisseur of his sloppy seconds… I want women of my own… and not just Harley… I want to fuck someone just because I’m a goddamn goddess and it doesn’t matter if they’ve ever seen his dick…”

Small beads of perspiration gleamed on Lark’s brow. “I haven’t seen his cock. I know I teased you, but we really haven’t fucked… too much risk… Ozzie wouldn’t like it… I didn’t even think he’d live up to the fantasy until you told me… it must be good if Poison Ivy is bragging about it…”

“You’re sweating like a wrestler, you know that? Why not take your blouse off? I’m used to naked women by now…”

“Maybe I will,” Lark cooed, even as she picked herself up and dropped back down to the sofa. “Maybe not…” She sat with her legs open, her drink sloshing into her lap.

Ivy skillfully picked her glass from her hand. “Try again. I want to see…”

“You don’t see enough? Over at the Playboy Mansion?” Lark reeled drunkenly as she worked open her blouse.

“Those are his. These are mine.” With Lark’s blouse off, Ivy helped her undo her bra. “I get to see something Bruce Wayne doesn’t…”

When Lark’s bra came off, she stopped talking. Lark fell silent too. They stared at each other for a long time. Until Ivy noticed that Lark’s nipples were getting hard.

“What about Tracey? And Candy?” she asked.

“We play around a little… but it’s not like what I’d like to do with Bruce. Or you,” Lark added innocently, reaching for her drink.

“Don’t have anymore. That’s enough.” Ivy leaned over and laid a kiss on Lark’s shoulder. “You’re not drunk, Lark. I can tell. You’re letting yourself get nice and woozy so you can be a bad girl. You don’t need an excuse with me.”

Lark shivered. “Then why’d you give me one?”

Ivy kissed her on the mouth; she sighed joyously.

“So you’d think about it,” Ivy told her. “Start wanting it. Even start giving yourself an excuse. But anymore and you’ll ruin it. Can’t you just admit you want this?”

“Make me want it,” Lark retorted, her eyes a little glazed, but still showing a taste for trouble as she looked at Ivy. “I’ll make it easy for you…”

Ivy kissed her again. Lark kissed her back.

They kissed gently at first, but that wasn’t enough for Ivy. She hoped that Lark wanted more and, in the expectation that it would be appreciated, she plunged her tongue into Lark’s mouth. Lark opened her lips wide, accepting the soulful kiss, and her arms went naturally around Ivy’s body.

“Do you have a bed somewhere?” Ivy asked breathlessly.

“What if someone sees us?”

“I’m not shy. Would you mind someone seeing that you have perfect breasts like these?” Ivy asked with a slight caress.

Lark shuddered, her eyelids fluttering. “But if Ozzie finds out…”

“I’ll take care of you,” Ivy cooed. “You can come live with me. I won’t even mind if you touch Bruce. He’s fun to touch…”

Giggling in nervous, delighted tension, Lark led her to a nearby bedroom. Ivy pulled the bedspread back, but she didn’t let Lark disappear under the covers. She stood in her way.

“Take your panties off,” Ivy told her.

Lark stared at Ivy, who appreciated every bit of her body that was revealed, her own chest heaving as she sucked in air and let out tiny sighs of approval at the panties going lower and lower down Lark’s trembling thighs.

Ivy sat down on the bed once the panties were around Lark’s ankles. “Now kiss me,” she said, opening her legs and showing Lark her bare cunt. The panties she wore were crotchless.

Moving like a woman hypnotized, Lark joined Ivy on the bed. But no matter how Ivy invited her, she wasn’t the natural aggressor that the redhead was. As soon as Lark had padded onto the mattress, Ivy seized her and rolled her onto her back.

She lowered her own body down between Lark’s legs, holding Lark’s wrists down to either side of her head. She kissed Lark, feeling her heartbeat quicken in her quivering breasts.

“I thought you wanted me to kiss you,” Lark breathed.

“I wanted you to want to. Now I’ll take it from here.”

“Oh, you will, will you?” Lark laughed.

The next thing either of them knew, they were rolling around on the bed, laughing together and enjoying each other’s body.

“You’re hot,” Ivy said.

“You wouldn’t go to bed with me if I wasn’t,” Lark hiccupped with a laugh.

“I mean you’re warm.”

“And soft, and smooth, and I make fun noises when you touch me right…”

Ivy sighed. “You’re burning up, I mean.”

“Would you rather I be cold to the touch?”

Ivy shut her eyes a moment, thinking of how Bruce’s body could be so chill, like a marble statue. Yet somehow with a furnace raging inside, the heat coming to bear as he grew more possessive, taking more and more of her until there was nothing left but pleasure.

She shook her head. Silly to think of Bruce now, no matter how enjoyable he could be. Harley was fun too—Ivy hadn’t thought of her once since the night had started. Now she wondered if Harley would like Lark too… and if Lark would like what Harley liked…

“Oh God, you’re touching me!” Lark moaned. It wasn’t the annoying exuberant reaction that Harley gave, but Ivy somehow felt a little disappointed by her not being so shrill. She touched her again, more firmly, more like Bruce when he wanted a woman totally out of control: “Yes! Shit! Touch me like that all over—“