This is a special request for veronicasawyer620. Warning SMUT!!!!! I know that it's not my normal style, but I hope that it's still ok, and you all enjoy. 🤡😈
"(Y/n) we don't have a choice. Do you know who asked for this?" Tony tried to reason as (Y/n) looked in the mirror in front of her.
Since Gotham had begun to burn under the reign of Joker and his clown mask wearing followers, most people stayed inside their homes, trying to avoid the horrors of the city. Most stores were either burned out or boarded up. But there were still some businesses open, some businesses that were flourishing because of the patronage of the clowns. And one of those places was Femmes Erotique. A high end club, that had once been a member only gentlemen's establishment.
(Y/n) had been working at the club for some time as an exotic dancer, and she had always told Tony, the owner of the club, that the only thing that she would ever do was dance. The other girls may give private shows and their little extras in the fantasy rooms, but it was a step that she had never had a desire to take, and Tony had begrudgingly accepted her decision, despite always trying to tell her how much more money she could make if she provided a few extra services. But to (Y/n) stripping was bad enough, it was something that she swore that she would never do, but she needed money to support herself, and in a city like Gotham, you sometimes had to take what you could get. Yet despite everything, how she had stood by what was right for her, now it appeared that she had no option but to do what she had always refused to do. And even worse, the client was the killer clown himself.
"I don't care if it's the devil himself. I'm not doing it. Get one of the other girls. I am sure that they will be more than happy to do it." (Y/n) continued to protest, as Tony grabbed a chair and came to sit at her side.
"He doesn't want anyone else. He wants you. And anyway, all the others are busy with his followers. He pointed a gun at my head, (Y/n). I have no desire to end up like Murray Franklin. This guy is nuts. Look, he wants a private show in the special room, if you don't do it, he could kill all of us. And I don't know about you, but this isn't the way I wanted to go out." Tony explained nervously, as he wiped the sheen of sweat from his forehead.
(Y/n) couldn't help but smile to herself as she looked at the anxious man next to her. Despite trying to look like a legitimate, high end business, man, Tony was in fact the biggest sleaze that you could ever hope not to meet. He was a detestable creature that deserved to be locked up, and the key thrown away. But unfortunately, under Joker and his followers, the dirt bag was thriving, and now (Y/n), much to her chagrin, was finding that she had to agree with the club owner for once. She, as well as everyone else in the metropolis had seen the news reports about the man that had once been known as Arthur Fleck. A once children's party clown that had turned killer, and was now the king of Gotham.
"This will be a one off, Tony. Don't go thinking that you can start selling me like you do the others. And I'm doing this to save myself, not you. I have no desire to get shot by a man that wears more make up than most of the girls that work here." (Y/n) told the now happier looking man by her side, as she continued to look into the mirror, slowly applying a thin sheen of lipstick.
"But that's perfect, (Y/n). That's one of the reasons he wants you. He wants to be the only one. The others are good enough for his boys, but you are the only one good enough for him." Tony informed her, as he almost jumped from his seat, and made his way to the door.
"He's in the toy room. He wants everything." Tony continued, before exiting the room, and closing the door. Leaving (Y/n) to contemplate her fate in the toy room with a man like Joker.
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Joker sat in the room. Smiling as he saw all the toys that were placed around the room. As Arthur he could never have hoped to live out his fantasies, especially not with a woman like (Y/n). But now, as Joker, he could have what he wanted, and no one, no one, would dare refuse him.
As Arthur, he had followed (Y/n) for some time. She lived in an apartment building not far from his own, and from the moment he had seen her, he had wanted her. He was annoyed when he had found out where she worked. He had heard of what went on behind closed doors, the little extras that the members seemed to think that they were entitled to. He hated the notion that the woman of his desires would offer herself freely to other men. But then he had found out that she had only ever performed as a dancer, that knowledge making the frustrated man fantasies about her all the more. Fantasies that he could one day be the only man that she submitted to. And now that time had come.
Suddenly a noise from behind him, alerted Joker to the fact that the door to the playroom was slowly being opened. A broad smile spreading across his painted face as (Y/n) walked through the ingress, trying her best to look as though this was the normal thing in the world.
She looked more beautiful than Joker, or Arthur, could ever have imagined. All his fantasies were coming true, and even the new king of Gotham couldn't quite believe that this was all real. All those long, lonely nights where he had imagined taking her. All those nights where he had satisfied himself with the image of her firmly in his mind, would now be distant memories, for now she was here in the flesh. And every part of her flesh would be his.
"Close the door." Joker said quietly, as (Y/n) moved further into the room. The killer clown slowly getting up from his seat and moving to circle the dancer as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"Your beautiful, you know that don't you?" Joker asked, as he came to a stop behind her. His fingers slowly combing through her hair.
"Arthur was watching you. He watched you for so long. Dreamed about you. Fantasised about you. But he could never have had you, he was to much of a coward to take what he wanted, to accept his desires to punish you like the bad girl that you are. But me, I'm not afraid. I'm going to take what he always wanted and make it my own. Just mine." Joker hummed, as he pressed his chest into (Y/n)'s back. His hands gently caressing her scantily clad flesh.
(Y/n) couldn't help but tremble. Her body reacting in ways she had never thought it would to the clown's touch. She hated to admit it, but she didn't want him to stop. His voice flowed over her like warm honey, his touch gentle yet masterful. At this moment she forgot about the fact that he was a killer. Forgot about the fact that he and his followers had brought the city to his knees. All she wanted to do now was submit. All she wanted was to belong to Joker.
"You've been a naughty girl, (Y/n). Teasing Arthur, teasing me. And I'm going to punish you. Would you like that?" Joker asked, the clown smiling as (Y/n) slowly nodded. Smiling even more as the woman in his arms moaned wantonly as hand slipped between her legs.
"You are going to be mine, (Y/n). I am going to do what I want with you. You are going to be daddy's little girl." Joker continued, as he slowly reached up, and placed a silken blindfold around (Y/n)'s eyes. Chuckling as (Y/n) gasped, as his strong hands made light work of the clothes that she wore. The light material falling effortlessly to the floor.
Quickly Joker took (Y/n) into his arms, placing her onto the bed behind them. The clown's chuckle getting louder as he placed each one of her limbs in the restraints that he had already attached to the bed.
"Tell me that you want this." Joker said, as he picked up the whip from the side of the bed, and brushed its leather strands across her bare womanhood.
"Tell me that you want me to dominate you. That you want me to punish you. Tell me that you like the whips and chains, that you like being tied up. That you want to be used by a killer clown." Joker demanded, as he gripped (Y/n)'s face tightly, before leaning down and sucking one of her erect nipples into his mouth. His bright red mouth paint smearing all over her breast, as he licked and bit at her rounded flesh.
"Yes." (Y/n) gasped. Letting out a lewd moan as Jokers hand came down sharply on the side of her backside. The mark left by his hand, stinging, but in the most wonderful way possible.
"Yes, what, little girl? Tell me? I want to hear you say it." Joker growled, as he stood up from the bed, and removed his clothes. His once trapped, engorged manhood, springing to attention as he looked down on the woman that would soon be his.
"I.........I........" (Y/n) began, not sure that she could do as the man had requested. Her mind filled with nothing but images of being punished by the clown, as she desperately searched for the right words in her aroused state.
"Tell me." Joker demanded, as he pushed himself between her legs. The feel of her bare flesh against his sending his own mind racing.
"I.......I want you to dominate me. To use me, to punish me. I want the whips and chains; I want to be yours." (Y/n) gasped, as Joker pushed himself into her. The killer clown knowing that he would make this night last as long as possible. That he would punisher her as he wanted. And that this would not be the only time that he would have what he had wanted for so long.