A Day in Gotham - Batgirl Vexed

"I'm sorry," she gasped in distracted embarrassment, "what did you say?"

If Barbara was worried about her reaction to being ogled, she needn't have. The young woman smiled again to herself at the reaction, evidently pleased at the impression that she'd made.

"Doesn't matter," she said, gripping a small, plain covered book in one hand, "This will do."

She immediately started to descend the ladder, which Barbara clung onto in frozen dismay, before tripping a little as she stepped off and falling into Barbara who automatically wrapped her arms around her to steady her. The young woman felt beautifully soft and alive, and only slowly pulled herself away from the embrace, initiating yet more little tingles around Barbara's now dampened pussy.

"Oh drat!" exclaimed the young woman, "That's unsettled my waspie!"

Barbara's eyebrows shot even higher as she watched helplessly as her charge innocently yanked up her blue top to display two perfect looking breasts sat on top of an ivory coloured under-bust corset. The upper part of the dainty corset ended in two little platforms which pushed her breasts up and forward, making the tight pink nipples and surrounding light brown areolas stand to attention. They looked absolutely marvellous to Barbara, but the girl clearly didn't agree. She dropped her hand to slide her fingers under her right breast and lifted it up from its soft little platform, proffering it to a statuesque Barbara.

"There, feel that material," she said indicating the little platform surface. Barbara was horrified to see her hand automatically reaching forward to let her fingers run over the soft, ivory material.

"Ooops!" exclaimed the girl as, with a look of triumph, she let the orb flop back downwards, trapping Barbara's fingers under the soft, warm flesh. If it was a test, Barbara failed miserably. Instead of snatching back her fingers immediately, she couldn't help but absorb the sensuous feelings for long seconds before slowly, reluctantly pulling them out from their warm little lair!

The young woman clearly felt that she'd accomplished enough as she dragged her top back down, smiling broadly.

"Don't worry, nobody's going to know. Well, unless that camera's working!" she added as an afterthought.

Barbara spun round to follow her eyes to the centre of the main hall where, with a sinking feeling, she saw the CCTV camera dangling down from the ceiling.

"Oh God......." she whispered as she realised with a sinking feeling in her stomach that there was going to be a big audience in the security room later when they reviewed THAT tape!

The walk back down to the reception desk was done a blurry haze as the young woman almost shepherded Barbara along as she struggled to get back in control.

When Barbara had finally scanned the book and handed it over to the grinning figure in front of her, she was surprised to see her being handed a little card in return. "For you Barbara!" the girl whispered secretively before twirling round and sauntering across the centre of the main room again towards the door, once again the centre of attraction.

Barbara watched her go for a while before looking down at the card in front of her and almost fainting from shock!

It read simply enough, in block capitals;

"HI BATGIRL, GREAT TO MEET YOU AGAIN -- JUST A LITTLE REMINDER ABOUT THAT PROMISE YOU OWE ME. I'LL BE IN ROOM 110 AT THE MAJESTIC FROM 14.00 TODAY."

At the bottom was no signature, just a little drawing of a cat, sat down and looking over its shoulder out of the card with long whiskers and a ridiculously cheeky expression across its face.

"Catgirl!" gasped a horrified Barbara, jerking her head upwards to catch a glimpse of her arch nemesis stood in the doorway, obviously staying long enough to see her reaction. Then, with a little wave, she was gone.

"But, how.......how does she know who I am?" Barbara murmured, still stunned at the revelation. The she realised with another shock what the 'promise' had been. It was when she'd needed Catgirl's help to get out of a sticky situation many months ago. In a moment of weakness she'd agreed to make love to Catgirl if she ever got caught again, and 'caught' she'd been - more than once in fact. She'd never dreamt that Catgirl would take it seriously, but now she was evidently looking for payment!

"But she can't expect .......surely ....."

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted however by the vibration of the Bat-Alarm nestling sleekly in the small of her back.

Chapter 5 -- A Dire Threat

"She's getting to be totally unreliable!" complained Batman in exasperation.

He was sat on the edge of Commissioner Gordon's large oak desk, swinging one black booted leg idly back and forth as he stared across the room at the red and green suited Robin who was sat back on the comfortable leather sofa set against one wall of the old fashioned looking office.

The Commissioner had gone out to see one of his senior officers and the two crime-fighters were alone, waiting upon the arrival of the third member of their team. Batman was irked that she was the last to arrive yet again!

"It's supposed to be an emergency when I set off the bloody Bat-Alarm...... where the hell can she have got to?!"

"Oh, she's probably tied up with something at the library Bruce," replied a calmer Robin, always the diplomat, "she does work for a living after all."

"She's more likely to be tied up with that female detective that she's hooked up with!" replied Batman heatedly, and after a moment's thought, "And I wouldn't be surprised to find out that she was 'tied up' literally."

"No, Susan's away on a course this month," responded Robin smoothly, "Barbara's just been delayed getting away I expect."

As Robin finished his reply, the door opened and the Commissioner walked in, arm in arm with the purple suited Batgirl. She looked striking as usual, her glorious curves enhanced by the tight fitting costume, her red wig flowing down her back from underneath the purple cowl, her face glowing with a wide smile from something the Commissioner must have said.

"Look who I stumbled into in the corridor," laughed Commissioner Gordon, "I do believe that she was going to run all the way from the lift!"

Batgirl surveyed the scene. It had been good to bump into her father on the way in, not that he knew who she really was of course. Would she ever be able to tell him about her double life? It was a big dilemma for her, but she put it to one side as Robin jumped up and walked over with a smile on his face to give her a quick hug, "Good to see you Batgirl, you're looking great!"

Batman was still sitting on the edge of the desk, his face drawn into a scowl, "Last again!"

Batgirl's expression hardened. She hadn't forgiven Batman for recently taking up with Catwoman of all people, and she was about to give him a verbal blast in reply, when the Commissioner stepped between them. "Now, now Batman, this isn't the time for 'family' squabbles," he said calmly, "we've got bigger problems to deal with. Are you going to tell Batgirl about the note?"

"Leopard Man's escaped!" exclaimed Robin from behind her, "And he left a note for us in his cell. It's a threat!"

Batman, opened his mouth as if to speak, but in the end picked up a piece of paper laying on the desk and handed it over to a much more interested Batgirl. She quickly absorbed the message, written in large, black capitals;

"TO BATMAN AND CATWOMAN - HOPE YOURE SLEEPING WELL NOW CAUSE YOU WONT BE WHEN I GET HOLD OF YOU -- IN FACT YOU'LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN -- CATWOMAN FIRST YOU BITCH!!"

"Short and straight to the point," Batgirl murmured in a considered response, "but not very good on apostrophes in my view."

"I don't care about his bloody grammar!" exploded Batman, "he's threatening Catwoman!!"

"Well, that's ok then. It's not as if we care about HER is it?!" responded Batgirl heatedly.

Batman was lost for words. He didn't know that Batgirl had seen him in a compromising position with Catwoman recently, so he had to be careful what he said about their arch-enemy.

Robin came to the rescue again, "He's threatening Batman as well, Batgirl." She knew that he was right so she drew in a deep breath and fought to calm herself down.

After that, the discussion quickly resolved itself into business. How should they deal with this?

Leopard Man had been involved in a scam to rob the City of its annual budget when he'd been caught by Batman and Robin nearly a year ago. Catwoman had been his partner in crime at the time, but she'd quickly escaped when Batman had appeared on the scene. Evidently, Leopard Man held this against her, maybe blaming Catwoman for his capture?

"How did you find out where he was holed up with Catwoman?" asked an intrigued Batgirl. She'd been on the wrong side of an encounter with Catgirl in the same building at the time, but she'd never understood how Batman had found them, and he'd refused to say at the time. Then she realised. "It was Vixen wasn't it?" she gasped.

Robin was quick to latch on, "Of course it was! So there was some benefit in him sleeping with her after all Batgirl." This was aimed directly at Batgirl who'd given Batman hell when she'd found out that he'd been using Vixen, Catwoman's head Kitten at the time, to get information about her operations.

Batman simply nodded, "It's not helping with this though," he said quietly.

The police had no clues about how he'd escaped, or where he'd gone. The note suggested that he wasn't planning to leave Gotham City just now, at least not until he'd settled the score. They batted thoughts around for a while, but in the end, they ran out of ideas and just decided that they'd have to be extra vigilant.

"I'll let Catwoman know," said Batman as he stood up again, not realising that he was lighting the blue touch paper again.

"I'll BET you will!" sneered Batgirl in a loud whisper.

"What was that Batgirl!" shouted Batman as he twisted round to face her.

"Oh, just that it's your duty to look after ALL our citizens, isn't it?" she smiled sweetly before adding a thundering, "Even if they specialise in giving me HELL!!"

Batman just stared hard at her for long moments before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him, the glass panel just about staying in one piece.

Robin sank back into the comfort of the sofa with a sigh and a soft chuckle, "Mmmmm .... that went well then!"

Chapter 6 -- Another Dilemma

Batgirl was still seething when she got back to the Library and changed back into her 'Barbara' clothes. It was absolutely typical of the man that he was more worried about Catwoman than the rest of his team she thought. Just because he was probably bedding that black suited bitch, she was convinced that all reason had gone out of the window. Was she jealous? You bet she was!

But when she reached her desk, everything was tranquil again ..... until her eyes settled on the little card with the cat drawing.

"Oh God, Catgirl!" she muttered to herself, picking up the card and remembering the incident with the little sex bomb earlier. She glanced at her watch. It was one thirty, plenty of time to get to the Majestic if she wanted to, but did she really intend pandering to Catgirl's little whims? She sat down quickly at her desk before staring into space, her mind still a turmoil.

Still contemplating Batman's apparent betrayal, her thoughts inevitably switched back to Catgirl. She really was a cheeky imp, not much younger than Barbara who had to admit, reluctantly, that she was as sexy as they came and extremely desirable. Barbara's on-going lesbian affair with Detective Susan Reid had left her with little or no inhibitions about going with other women, but surely not Catgirl of all people? And after all the orgasmic torture that she'd suffered at her hands over recent months! It was an intriguing thought though and she felt a little thrill of excitement course through her body as her imagination took hold of the idea.

"Absolutely out of the question!" she admonished herself haughtily as she picked up some papers for filing.

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The Majestic was one of Gotham's finest old hotels and cost an absolute fortune to stay in. Its dark, Gothic style architecture made it a little foreboding from the outside, but the warm, glossy wooden fittings and deep red upholstery soon made visitor's welcome when they entered through the large revolving door.

Barbara had bypassed reception and gone up the stairs to the first floor, following the deeply carpeted corridor and counting off room numbers as she passed. Finally she reached room 110 and with a start realised that it was the Bridal Suite. This really was typical of Catgirl she thought in amazement, but now that she was here she was in a quandary. She glanced at her watch. Twenty five minutes late. Well, at least she wasn't likely to look eager!

Her rational brain had been against this all along, but her emotional half couldn't resist the urge to check it out. After all, what harm was there?

"Well, given the number of times you've been at Catgirl's mercy recently, quite a lot!" her rational brain chided, taking over again and deciding to hold back on the hand which was raised up to knock on the door, only to be absolutely horrified as her emotional brain drove her fist hard into the shiny wood.

It was a few moments before she heard movement and the door handle turned in front of her. She was frozen to the spot, ignoring both her rational brain telling her to make a run for it down the corridor, and her emotional half telling her to push open the door, grab Catgirl and ravish her on the floor!

When the door did open, Catgirl stood in front of her, still in her sexy outfit from the morning, raven black hair (surely a wig?) swirling around her shoulders and, surprisingly, a rather tentative grin on her face.

"Hi Batgirl.... I mean Barbara .....I mean ......" she stumbled to a halt, before holding out her hand, "I err ......... wasn't sure that you'd come ....."

Barbara tentatively took the hand and gave a hesitant smile herself, "I wasn't sure that I'd come either ....." before adding in a surprised tone, "but here I appear to be!"

"And I'm so glad you did! Wow! Awesome! .......... Come on in," Catgirl gushed out as she drew the still slightly reluctant Barbara into the room.

A quick glance around the room confirmed its use. As the Bridal Suite, it was a massive room, full of soft, creamy furnishings, and dominated by a massive four poster bed set against one mirror covered wall.

"Wow Catgirl, you certainly know how to live. This would be a month's salary for me!" Barbara exclaimed inn admiration as she continued to scan the opulent surroundings, before adding a little cattily, "I suppose I'd best not ask how you can afford it?!"

"Oh it's okay, it's on a credit card," confirmed Catgirl with a cheeky grin, "I don't think that the businessman that I borrowed it from is going to miss it for a while though. Two of the Kittens are 'entertaining' him for the day so I don't expect that he'll be looking for it for a while!" she laughed brightly as she answered, evidently back to her usual form.

Then there was another moment of awkwardness as they looked at each other, neither woman quite knowing how to proceed.

"It's easier when I've got you tied up somehow Batgirl," smiled Catgirl ruefully, "Are you really up for this?"

Barbara was busy re-appraising the Library sex bomb, her tight blue top still accentuating her taut young breasts, nipples pushing up provocative little peaks in the material. The dazzling white stockings still climbing up her thighs to the white suspender fastenings before the bare flesh disappeared tantalisingly under the tiny skirt. Batgirl thought that the effect was a bit 'tarty', but incredibly sexy, and Barbara's emotional side couldn't help but lust after her.

"Let's sit on the bed and see," Barbara replied in a voice that had grown husky as her arousal increased, before a question suddenly surfaced in her mind.

"But who are you, and how did you know about me as Barbara?"

"Oh, Catwoman seems to know all about you guys," replied Catgirl airily, "and my real name's Holly ............. Holly Robinson. So we're even! Pleased to meet you, especially if you're as good at this as I expect you are!"

"Typical!" thought Barbara, "Batman's told Catwoman everything!" And with that thought flashing through her mind, any remaining inhibitions were cast aside as she almost dragged the willing Holly over to the bed.

Chapter 7 -- A Promise is a Promise

As they bounced down onto the soft cream coloured sheets, Catgirl laughed out loud. "This is going to be fantastic, I just know it Batgirl, sorry Barbara, sorry ....... this is weird, what should we call each other?"

Batgirl didn't really care, by now she just wanted to take the young woman in her arms. "Oh, let's just be 'Barbara' and 'Holly' shall we? We don't want 'work' to get in the way do we?!"

"No, certainly not," murmured Holly dreamily as she closed her eyes and let Barbara's hands caress her cheeks before sliding to the back of her neck and sending shivers down her spine, "God, I'm just going to let you do what you want with me........."

Barbara had finally reached a decision. She'd had enough of the antics of Batman and Robin and she didn't see any reason why she couldn't enjoy herself with Catgirl if Batman was busy shafting Catwoman at every opportunity! And anyway, she was feeling incredibly randy herself by now!

She bent forward and her lips were soon brushing across Holly's forehead, hovering briefly over her eyes as they sank downwards towards Holly's expectant mouth. Those parted lips turned automatically upwards to meet them and immediately both women were greedily kissing each other. It was an electric moment, their lips working hard against each other, tongues diving and twirling about as they fought each other for possession of the other's inner mouth. Holly's hands had wrapped themselves around the back of Barbara's head, pulling her harder towards her, but Barbara's hands wandered down, cupping Holly's breasts, feeling the nipples straining upwards under the thin material.

After long moments they pulled apart for air, both breathing heavily, both women's eyes alight with desire.

"Jesus!" gasped Holly, totally overcome by the intensity of the kiss.

Barbara wasn't wasting breath on talk as she took hold of Holly's blue top and dragged it upwards until it was covering her face and trapping her arms above her head. Those spectacular, pert breasts that she'd admired in the library were now exposed again, pushed upwards by the waspie corset, pink nipples pointing enticingly upwards. It was too much to ignore as Barbara left Holly struggling to get the top off her head and leaned forwards to take a nipple into her mouth and roll it around with her tongue.

The effect on Holly was dramatic. She gave out an animal like cry of pleasure as she finally ripped off the blue top and wrapped her arms around Barbara's head as each nipple in turn received her best attention.

Holly eye's were closed again as she started to give out low moans of desire, then a brief sound of annoyance as Barbara pulled her lips away and leaned back.

She licked her lips briefly, enjoying the slightly salty taste. "Best not to be too hasty," she laughed, "there's plenty of time for more of that!" then she pushed Holly backwards, fully onto the bed.

"God, but you look good! Still...... no need for the skirt is there?!" as she leaned forward to unhook the fastening at Holly's waist, slipped down the zipper and then drew the checked mini-skirt down her legs before pulling it over the ankles that Holly had helpfully raised high in the air.

Barbara now stood back and admired Holly's semi-naked body, sprawled before her on the bed. The ivory coloured corset pulled in her trim waist, her breasts looked taut and eminently kissable again, even as she lay back. Her gaze dropped further down, Holly obligingly opened her legs a little to expose more of the simple white panty that was tightly embracing her sexual mound. The material was so clingy that Barbara had no difficulty in tracing out the tantalising little valley below her pussy. She could feel her own little valley tingling with anticipation too!