Red And Black Harley Quinn Shorts の小説・ストーリー

Thank god I didn't walk out without the robe whilst he was here. “Mmmhmm,” she mocks and pushes past me. She grabs a pair of very short black shorts, a black vest top and a red oversized hoody with Greys Academy embellished on the front. Then she opens a drawer and picks out some underwear before throwing it all at me. “Get dressed, let's go” she makes a shooing motion at me.

“It does. I love this look. I will take whatever colors you have.” “Perfect. The shorts are just black and a black and white pin stripped. The tank is black, white, a dark teal and a deep pink color.” “Oh! Get the pink!” Justina yelled. Scrunching up my nose, I wasn’t a fan of that idea. There was a knock on the door. When she opened the door, a man stood on the other side that gave off danger vibes.

It looks more like panties to me than shorts, how do they feel comfortable dressed like that… I thought to myself. I spot a girl walking at the back of him, dressed in a red crop top with the words Crippler written over her chest area, black tight leather shorts making her bum cheeks stick out. Her long blond hair was tied tightly on top of her head. Why does she look so familiar… I thought to myself.

I rifle through the options, a plan forming as my fingers brush against a pair of black compression shorts that would leave little to the imagination. If the twins want to keep me in the dark about this bond between us, perhaps it's time to test its limits. To push back against their secrets with weapons of my own. I select the shorts and a matching sports bra in deep purple, the fabric soft but supportive. The outfit reveals more skin than I'd normally display—toned arms, flat stomach, long legs—while remaining practical for exercise. I twist my hair into a high ponytail, securing it with an elastic band from the vanity.

this may not go as easy as Max and I think it will. "Everything will be fine," I shrug, reassuring myself more than her. Dropping the damn towel, I shimmy the shorts on and reach for my top. Quinn snatches it off the bed and holds it behind her head. "I'll only give it to you if you toss the Green Lantern bra first," she teases. Narrowing my brows at her I cross my arms. "Says the girl who wore red leather boots for four months straight with every outfit," I point out. They were the most ugly thing I've ever seen.

Those tiny black cotton shorts rode up high, the hem digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. With deliberate movements, she reached back with both hands, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and peeled the shorts down inch by torturous inch. The fabric slid over the full globes of her ass, revealing smooth, pale skin with a light tan line from her bikini. She kept going until the shorts pooled at her ankles, then kicked them aside.

CHAPTER 31: CLUB HOWL ~ Harper’s POV ~ Another knock sounded on my door. I ran to answer it. It must be Kelly. I opened my door and Kelly stepped into my room. She looked so good! Her short brown hair had bouncy curls that she had partially pinned in the back. Her makeup was well applied bringing out her beautiful facial features. Her lips were bright red. Her black dress was short like mine. It had long sleeves and a low V shaped neckline that also showed off her cleavage. Her heels were black like her dress. I wouldn’t have known she had all that body hidden under her work uniform.

I am fully naked. I put on red panties and a black bra. I wear a Black Maria short Gown. It fits just so perfectly. I gloat at myself in the mirror. I just can’t help but release a free grin. I pick up a matching red lipstick and rub on my lips. Slowly and gently, I smack my lips, watching as my lips roll and unroll in the mirror. “Jane, we don’t have all day!” Harley screams from the lounge. I look towards the door and shake my head.

It was finally a week later, and Quinn couldn't just wait to start her job. She looked at herself in the mirror for the last time, and she went out. Quinn was wearing a black and red thong, with a black, lacy bra. With the thongs, she wore a short skirt that's way too short to be called a skirt. She looked really sexy, and she knew it. She got into the fastest bus around, and she got to the bar five minutes later.

[Madison] I looked at the outfit in the mirror, I’d disliked the solid black and had sewn a scarlet ruffle to the end of the skirt. I added a black and red scarf I could use to keep my hair in place on the motorcycle. My underwear was black and had a peek-a-boo panel in the front. The matching bra had a lacy overlay with vine patterns. I was wearing stockings with the red and black garters again, Ford really liked them, and the four inch heels from the night before. My hair was loose and I’d used curlers to define the large waves in it.