Bullshit! Margot Robbie

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Celebrity: Margot Robbie

Codes: MF, Cons, Oral

Author's note: So, this is nothing to do with the Penn and Teller series of the same name. It's more to do with scenes I have the very bare bones of an idea for or something I've never been able to fully flesh out so it gets a nice, semi legible story instead. I tried to get this done in time for Halloween to try and make it slightly more topical :P

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Looking across the sea of blonde and artificially dyed hairs in the Halloween party I had been invited to purely by fact that I lived upstairs. Living on the edge of a frat house and a college campus, my apartment building had its share of college students and as soon as Halloween rolled around, you could bet that you would be seeing many college aged women in states of undress or very sexy dress. I had lost count of the sheer number of sexy black cats or naughty nurses and even with my toes, I doubt I would have a full idea of the number. Not that I was complaining of course! I was a single man and the sight of blondes, brunettes and redheads crammed into sexy costumes was definitely enough for me to not care about the noise even if it was screeching at one o'clock in the morning.

Being passed a red solo cup of cheap beer by the main tenant of the apartment, a nice enough guy called Edward, he shot me a grateful smile as I took the beer from him, took a swig and must have made a face at it.

"Ah come on, it's not that bad!" He said with a scoff, resting against the side of the kitchen counter. Dressed as Suicide Squad's take on The Joker, the classic villain of Batman and seeming to be the main bad guy of the movie that was filming across the street from our apartment building. Now that was another thing that was great about where I lived, it was a nice cityscape for being such a small city and it was definitely the sort of place that a film crew could use for a fictional city which was what was going on. We had seen Will Smith on set with his family and there had also been hints of some of the other stars being here as well.

"Whatever." I laughed, looking at the light beer in the cup, swishing it around before taking another mouthful. Looking across the throngs of Harley Quinn's that had swarmed the party, I made a noise and looked back over to Ed. "Harley's pretty popular this year huh?"

"Just wait until next year. All of this?" He said, gesturing towards the women who were all socialising and chatting. "They'll all be warrior women. You mark my words." Looking over his shoulder, he made his way towards a young woman who was there with a guy who had been pestering her. As he made his way away from me, I was almost instantly joined by a very convincing looking Harley Quinn. She looked me up and down and smiled.

"Hi."

"Hey there, enjoying the party?" I asked, turning my body slightly to actually face her. Looking her over, she was actually very convincing. Even the small tattoos on her face looked a lot like the ones that Margot Robbie, the actress playing Harley Quinn, had on.

"I am! It's been so long since I've been to a real house party." She said, her voice also following the slight inflections that Margot used for Harley Quinn. She looked over at Ed and then over to me. "He the host?"

Tilting my head to the side slightly, unsure of how she had gotten into the party if she didn't know Ed, considering how famous he was on the campus for his late night ragers. I shook it off and nodded my head.

"Don't let the cheap suit and grease paint fool you, that is Ed Hardy." I said with a smile, looking him over as he started to put the moves on the earlier accosted Harley. Turning back to MY Harley, I shot her a grin and wetted my lip gently. "So what are you studying?" I asked, my eyes drifting over her body briefly as she surveyed the scenes of all the Harley's that I had been looking at earlier. She looked back to me and her bright blue eyes shined at me.

"Acting! I want to win an Oscar." She said with a grin, the slightest bit of her midriff was showing as she leaned back against the counter, her toned stomach was pale to match her makeup and I could have sworn that I saw some of the tattoos that Margot Robbie's Harley had on. Whoever this girl was, she had done a really good job at playing the convincing Harley. Looking her in the face, I had to wonder whether she was looking to getting into cosplaying or something, she had done a very good and convincing job as the crazed former psychiatrist. Stroking at my stubbled chin, I looked over at her and then back to the party's main floor. The crappy euro technic music that was playing from several of the bluetooth speakers, I could simply roll my eyes and look back to the Harley I was speaking with.

"That's pretty cool, have you been in much?" I asked her, again, my body turned to face her so to give her my full attention.

She smiled and shook her head.

"Nothing of note really, whatever's going on up at the campus." She said, folding her arms across her flat stomach and then sighed softly.

"I guess you're friends with the costume department?" I asked, looking her up and down again, her tiny hot pants showing off a lot of her body.

"Oh what? This thing?" She said, lifting herself off of the counter and slowly spinning herself around to show off the outfit. Looking her up and down as she offered me the look, I had to admit, it did look pretty convincing but no less so than some of the other women who were walking around the party, talking to others and some of the men who were there in costumes as well. The party had been a fun one so far, but it was starting to dwindle down with pairings and couples coming off towards the bedrooms inside of the block of apartments. She smiled over at me and fluffed the bottom of one of her red, blue and blonde pigtails, she looked very happy with how the costume had turned out and really, she had every reason to. "Pretty hot right?" She asked me, her eyes flicking over to me, almost for approval.

"Definitely hot!" I said, opening honestly. "Just... Trying a little hard aren't you? Look at all of these other Harley's none of them have gone that far for it." There it was. The line that was going to make her leave me alone so I could go to be alone and think about what had happened tonight. No doubt, I was going to be scolding myself over the thought of what I had said and curse myself for being so stupid but in face, I was actually treated to a laugh from the attractive multi hair coloured woman who shrugged her shoulders. "I mean... Trying too hard aren't you?" And there was another thing to try and get me not laid tonight.

She slipped her thumb under the white with red stripes shirt and flashed me a little more of her stomach to show that she wasn't completely white under all of her costume. She turned her back to me, and grabbed herself her own red solo cup and swallowed a mouthful of crap beer before tossing it away, the plastic cup bounced idly in the sink and she turned to look at me. A wide smile moved across her face as she moved a little bit closer to me and then, her arms came up and laid across my shoulders with a smile. Taking a step towards me, I suddenly felt very exposed as the Harley Quinn in front of me took another step so that her chest was almost pressing against mine. Lifting herself up onto her tiptoes, Harley leaned forwards and whispered in my ear.

"Why don't you invite me to your room so we can see just how much effort I've put into this costume?"

Now that was an interesting proposition.

"And just how do you know me and Ed don't share here?" I said with a teasing smirk, taking a step closer to her so our bodies were almost touching. She reached over and her hands slipped inside the pockets of my slacks, her hands tugged against the fabric as if to encourage me away. Harley turned her head to the side and flashed me one of those crazy smiles that only the Clown Princess of Crime could do. Her bright blue eyes studied my face before she moved forward, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep, hot kiss. Her breasts pressed against my chest as her mouth slipped to the side and her tongue made its way into my mouth. Seeing just how into it she was, I figured I wasn't going to be scolded if I had my hands on her.

So I did.

My hands came up off of the side and every single finger of my hands dug into her pert, round rear, squeezing and kneading the flesh softly as she gasped in pleasure. Our kiss broke and Harley's lips were slightly glistening with a sheen of saliva from the kiss. Her hands roamed over my chest before slipping into the bottom part of my belt, Harley moved forward and lifted herself up on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.

"Do you really want to sass me or did you want to see if you can rev up this Harley?"

Now that was a challenge I could get behind.

Taking Harley's fingers out of my pants and then taking her by the hand, I led her out of Ed's apartment, stepping over the passed out bodies of other party goers that had dutifully been laid on their sides to avoid any possible sick coming up later on in the evening. Closing the door behind us, we quickly made our way up the wooden spiral staircase to the second landing of the apartment building and towards where I lived. Slipping my key into the lock of my mint green painted door, the entrance swung open and my Harley was greeted to the nerd utopia that my apartment was. Crossing by the Cowboy Bebop and Akira anime framed posters that hung up along the thin entrance way, Harley closed the door behind her and noted the small wooden shoe rack that was nesting against the opening of my apartment. Looking down at it, she offered me a nod towards it before she spoke again in that trademark, almost sing song, voice of Harley.

"Want me to take my shoes off puddin'?" She asked, using the term more famous for Tara Strong's Harley and less so for Margot Robbie's. If I had been online, there was a fair chance I would have donned my internet fedora for a 'Well, actually...' type of post but I was going to get laid by a very attractive Harley Quinn dress up artist. I was not going to look like a dateless virgin in front of her.

"I don't think it matters. Going by what you said downstairs, I don't think you're going to be wearing much else soo."

Harley laughed at that and followed me through, her fake baseball bat hitting the floor with a soft thud noise as she worked on unzipping her costume. Walking towards my bedroom, I pushed it open with the flat of my hand and my bed soon came into view. Thankfully, I had just changed the bedsheets so they were still smelling fresh and they were clean. Harley breezed plain by me and flopped face first onto the bed before swinging her body around so that she was on the classic all fours position. Looking over at me, Harley ran her tongue over the top of her lips before moving up onto her knees, her stockings pushing against my bedsheets while she shrugged the fake leather jacket off of her upper body to show off the tight fitted white shirt that showed off the text 'Daddy's Little Monster' just like Margot's Harley did.

"And they just let you out of Arkham like that did they?" I said with a teasing step towards the woman on her knees. She offered me a confused look and I realised I had said something incredibly nerdy to the Harley before me. "Sorry, I thought... I thought you'd get that." I said with a shrug of my shoulders. Harley didn't seem to mind though and she soon had her hands on the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up off of her body and tossing it across the room, the fabric hitting the back of my computer chair without real consequence. As she stripped herself down, I made my own attack on my clothing, wriggling myself out of my shirt and jacket, then pushing my shoes off and simply stepping out of them, not interested in flinging them across the room for fear of breaking something collectable.

With my shirt off and pushing my jeans down, I walked towards the bed and Harley reached up to grab a hold of me by the shoulders. Pulling me into another deep kiss, I placed my hands on Harley's chest, squeezing at both of her breasts fondly as our mouths opened and our tongues found each others again. Wrapping our tongues together, Harley pulled me closer to her as I squeezed on her chest. The two of us shared a moan with one another as she pushed me backwards and away from her to a standing position. Looking at her, Harley wetted her lips again and reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Sliding it off of her long arms, Harley casually dropped the lacy fabric to the side so that I could see her teardrop breasts that were already tipped off with hard nipples that were just begging to be sucked on.

Dropping down to her hands and knees in front of me, Harley looked up at me and then down at the forming bulge at the front of my slacks. She ran her tongue along her lips before slowly walking forward on her hands and knees, reaching across the small gap to lay her hands on the front of my slacks, squeezing my rod through the fabric of my bottoms. Her fingers slipped under the flap of my slacks and slowly tugged the zipper down and pulling my pants apart. The fabric of my bottoms soon fell to the floor and hit it with a soft thud and that gave Harley a chance to admire the bulge in my boxers. Her hand came up and grabbed a hold of my over my boxers, her hand tightening and squeezing at my length as it was now making a tent form in my shorts.

Still continuing to jerk me off through my shorts, Harley used her other hand to pull my shorts down and slide them off of my legs. Kicking the softer boxer shorts away, my now hard cock was instantly grabbed by the woman on her knees and soon she was working on stroking me up and down. Jerking my cock to life and keeping it nice and hard for me, Harley opened her mouth and slipped the head of my cock inside of her warm, wet mouth. With my cock now firmly inside of her mouth, I looked down at her as she placed her other hand on the bedsheets and slowly, she started to work her mouth up and down, slipping my cock just a little bit further inside of her with each bob of her head. Her soft tongue started to beat against my cock's length, stroking against the invading member inside of her mouth.

Still on her hands and knees before me, I was tempted to place a hand in her hair but with her being in such a position that really exposed her to me, I knew better and simply placed my hands on my hips while her soft, pouty lips slipped up and down on me. Seeing how her lips were so tight around me and how her tongue flicked and bathed against my hard rod with her spit while her mouth slipped up and down on me. Looking down to stare into her eyes as she was focusing on sucking my cock while she was also concentrating on not gagging too much as my pole slipped inside of her mouth while she bobbed up and down on me. It was all too much for me, lifting my hand up, I threaded my fingers through her hair as she sucked on me.

She let out a soft, reassuring moan as my cock filled her mouth. Her big, bright blue eyes flicked up to focus on my emerald green eyes while she bobbed up and down. She had a wide smile on her face as her lips were split around my length while she sucked up and down. I could see her toes curling as she bobbed her head up and down. Looking along her long, pasty white legs that were all adorned with tattoos just like the Harley from the Suicide Squad movie. Those tiny, tiny shorts that she was wearing just like the ones that were seen in the movie. This Harley really had done a good job, it looked like she was fresh from the set of the movie and while it was entirely possible that she was Margot Robbie, the blonde Australian babe was far too high class to be here at some frat house party.

That idea was just bullshit.

Harley repositioned herself on the bed, a hand coming up to rest against the inside of my thigh before coming up and cupping my balls, fondling them softly and squeezing on them as she slipped her lips up and down along my length as she happily sucked on me. I let out a soft moan as she sucked on me and pushed her lips down even further, reaching past the halfway mark and slightly gagging as my dick hit the back of her throat. Looking down at her as if to check on her and see if she could keep going but Harley had simply closed her eyes and was pushing herself further. My dick soon found itself as a resting place inside of her mouth, her pouty lips had spread around me and some of her saliva was starting to leak down her chin and splattering against the foot of my bed as she sucked on me.

Sliding my fingers through her hair, I found myself toying with the dyed tips, the electric blue and the bright red were a very nice contrast for her long bright blonde hair and I knew I kept going back to it, but she had done a very, VERY good job at replicating what Margot Robbie had done with Harley Quinn in Suicide Squad. Slipping her mouth up and down while her fingers continued to fondle and squeeze on my balls, I let out another loud groan as I started to leak precum into her mouth. Harley tasted the salty liquid and lifted her lips up off of my cock, slapping the wet cock head against my cheek before looking up at me.

"If you cum, can you go again?"

"Fuck yes..."

"Fuck yes what?"

"Fuck yes Harley." I said with a smirk as she squeezed on my balls.

"That's what I like! Come on, give me that hot puddin'!" She squealed, sounding a lot like Tara Strong's Harley as she pushed her lips back down and started to slide her lips up and down, moving along with the hand on my balls, now squeezing in perfect synchronicity with her lips as she slipped up and down. Her bright red lips were now starting to stain my dick as she bobbed up and down. Looking down at the sight of this wonderful Harley cosplayer as she blew me, my toes started to curl and my fingers were sliding through her dyed hair as she blew me. As she slipped up and down, her fingers scraping and squeezing my ball sack, Harley let out a simple, throaty moan around my dick while it remained buried in her mouth. And with that, my head fell back and I started to cum. Emptying my balls inside of her mouth, Harley continued to suck, her lips up and down, working on getting every last drop of my seed from my length and into her mouth.

Harley eventually slowed her lips up and down and simply let me finish cumming in her mouth. As my orgasm finished, one that I had been sorely building and looking forward to, the Harley Quinn that was on my bed slowly pulled her lips up off of my cock and then the Clown Princess of Crime opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to show me the creamy six ropes I had just fired into her mouth. With a smile, she brought her tongue back in and then made an almost comic book gulping noise as she swallowed it down. Satisfied, Harley sat back on her knees and looked up at me as if expecting something more. Sitting down on the bed next to her, I took a chance and put my hands on her hips, pulling her forward for a kiss. I could feel her lips against mine and then her arms wrapping around me as she pulled me down to lay above her on my bed. Her arms linked around my neck while she slowly curled a leg around my hips as if to anchor me in position. Not that I would want to be ANYWHERE else of course.