Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy!
Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
The Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Risks All
Chapter 2: Striptease Surprise
Monday, 8:00 am
The following morning, Barbara arose and went to work, as usual, at the Gotham City Central Library. It was frustrating, having to delay her investigations, but she could, at least, spend some of her spare time, delving into the newspaper archives, learning more about the notorious Ivor Bigun.
She learnt that Ivor had led an unhappy childhood! Unloved by his stepmother, a notorious drunkard and woman of ill repute, he'd developed a fixation, slowly coming to hate all women, regarding them all as whores or sluts! By the age of fourteen, Ivor had been in and out of most of the mental institutes along the Eastern seaboard.
"Cup of coffee, Barbara?"
Barbara glanced up, to see her vivacious young research assistant, Jennifer Goodbody, peering around the door of the Staff Reading Room.
She smiled, adjusting her horn-rimmed spectacles. She didn't need to wear glasses, but it was all part of her attempt to appear plain and uninteresting to those around her. "That would be great, Jenny, milk with no..."
"I know! Milk with no sugar," the five-feet eight-inch, twenty year old exclaimed, with a dazzling smile. "One white coffee coming up!" Her curly blonde head vanished out of sight. Jenny had only been working at the library for a few weeks, but already, Barbara was warming to her infectious enthusiasm, and she was certainly a big hit with all the male members of the staff. She certainly was an attractive girl!
She returned to her delving, scratching an itch at the top of her thigh. Her thick, woolen business suit was far too warm and uncomfortable, but it was an integral part of her Barbara Gordon, Assistant Head Librarian persona. She wished she could have been wearing her cool, comfortable, Batgirl costume, or even her hooker's outfit of the night before! She blushed, at this later thought!
Bigun, it seemed, had taken to wearing his black, figure-hugging outfits, in his early twenties, using Batman and the Riddler as his role models. He always wore silver, Spandex briefs, with a huge codpiece attached, and it was rumored that underneath it, he had the equipment to match!
He had gradually gravitated into a life of crime, and was suspected of engineering a whole series of high profile kidnappings, all his victims being female members of wealthy families, or the wives of wealthy business entrepreneurs. Although most of the husbands or families of the kidnapped women had met his ransom demands, none of his victims had ever re-surfaced alive, again!
He had continued to get away with his heinous crimes, until he had kidnapped Fifi La Trix, the young wife of multi-millionaire, Henry Marshall. Marshall, was quite willing to meet the kidnapper's monetary demands, but suspected that he would never see his young bride alive again, so had called on the help of the Caped Crusader and his loyal sidekick, Robin, the Boy Wonder!
The kidnapper had arranged a drop off point for the ransom, and after the millionaire had left the bag of money in the designated trashcan, and departed, the two superheroes had hung around, until Bigun had shown up, disguised as a homeless old down-and-out. They'd followed him, keeping to the rooftops, and he'd, unwittingly led them back to his lair, where they had confronted him, and captured the evil criminal, after a brief struggle. Unfortunately, it had been too late for Fifi, who's naked, lifeless body had been found hanging from manacles attached to a wall.
At the subsequent trial, some six months ago, Bigun had been unanimously found guilty, and sentenced to life imprisonment in Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane, from where he'd just escaped.
"Hmm? It looks like it hasn't taken Bigun long to resort to his usual evil ways!" Barbara thought, with a loud sigh, closing the back issue, and reclining back in her chair, with her hands clasped behind her neck.
Jennifer re-appeared with two steaming mugs of coffee, and sat down next to her new boss, crossing her long, shapely legs and revealing a vast extent of nylon clad thigh. "Anything I can help with, Barbara?" she offered, eagerly, batting her eyelashes, prettily.
Barbara gave her co-worker a world-weary smile. "No thanks, Jenny! It was just a little private research I had to finish!" She picked up her steaming mug, and took a sip of the coffee. "Mmm, this tastes good!" she murmured, momentarily closing her eyes.
"How about the two of us, hitting the town some night, later in the week?" Jennifer suggested. "We could get to know one another better?"
Barbara blinked her eyes open and gave a slight grimace. "Sorry, Jennifer, but I'm already tied up for the next few evenings! Why don't you go out with one of the numerous eligible young guys who work here? Most of them have been falling over themselves, trying to into your... to get a date with you, I mean!"
"I'm not interested in any of THEM!" Jenny gushed, her big, blue eyes sparkling. "I find YOU much more interesting, Barbara!"
"How sweet!" Barbara thought. She reached over and patted the younger girl's hand. "Maybe when my social calendar gets a little less complicated, we could go out someplace, together! I'd like that!" she said, sincerely.
"Me too!" replied Jennifer, with a happy smile on her lovely face, squeezing Barbara's hand.
Monday, 5:56 pm
As soon, as she entered her apartment, Barbara rushed into the bedroom, pulling off her conservative business suit, before entering the adjoining bathroom and running a hot shower. She wriggled out of her panties and stepped under the warm jets of water, with a sigh of relief. She'd been looking forward to this all day. She raised her face to the water, letting the hard sting of the spray jets, slowly bring her fully alive, reveling in the feel of the stinging spray against her face, shoulders and breasts. She ran her palms over her shapely contours, enjoying the way her nipples instantly perked up, before drifting down over her flat stomach, and into the wet tangle of her triangular bush. She opened her thighs, and eased her nether lips apart with splayed fingertips, playing with her burgeoning love bud! She gasped with delight, squeezing and pulling at her swollen clitoris, feeling the old, familiar sensations starting to bubble up from the base of her belly.
She shook her head, with a groan, and opened her eyes, reluctantly pulling her hand away from her sex. "There's no time for this," she scolded herself, picking up the bar of perfumed soap, and starting to vigorously rub it all over her wet skin, cleansing off the sweat and grim that had inevitably accumulated during her day working in the archives room.
Barbara stepped from the shower stall, and briskly dried herself off, before padding back into the bedroom. She selected a see-through blouse and white mini-skirt from her walk-in closet, and matched them with a pair of dark pantyhose and a pair of black, thigh length boots, with four-inch spiky heels. She hesitated over whether to wear a bra or panties, and then decided against! Her hooker disguise would appear all the more authentic without them!
She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the dark pantyhose. They were the crotch-less variety, which left nothing to the imagination.
She stood up and pulled on the billowy blouse and short skirt, examining herself, critically in the mirror, as she buttoned up the low-cut top.
"I certainly look the part," she thought, sitting down on the edge of the mattress to pull on the long, soft leather boots and zip them up.
