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 4: Lap Dancer
Wednesday, 9:00 am
The following day, at the Library, both girls seemed unusually shy with each other, both carefully avoiding the subject of the previous evening's exploits. Barbara threw herself into her Ancient Egyptian research work, with a newly discovered gusto, trying not to think about Jennifer, but without much success. Jennifer, for her part, spent most of her time cataloguing books in the True Romance section, and daydreaming about the new love in her life.
Just before lunchtime, Jenny approached Barbara's desk. "We've got to talk, Barbara!" she said, with a shy smile. "Meet me in the storeroom in fifteen minutes?"
Barbara looked up from the screen of her monitor, and removed her horn-rimmed spectacles, rubbing her aching eyes, before replying. "I don't think that's a sensible idea, Jennifer!" she said, in a calm, quiet voice, although her heart was pounding. "We can do all our talking right out here!"
"Okay, but..."
Just then, Tom Sweeny, the pimple-faced, young security officer walked past the open office door. "Hi girls, not interrupting anything naughty, am I?" he sneered, with a smug grin on his face.
"Get lost Tom, you little pest!" Barbara snapped, in no mood for any of his childish, sexual innuendo. The security officer scurried off, with his tail between his legs. "He's starting his shift early?" Barbara commented, with a small frown, glancing at her watch.
"What's with that nerd?" Jenny asked, pulling a sour face. "Why'd he look at us both so strangely?" She turned to stare after his fast disappearing figure.
Barbara shrugged. "He's always been a bit of a weirdo!" she replied. "Just ignore him and, eventually, he goes away!"
Jenny turned back to her. "What I really wanted to tell you, was that I wasn't working tonight, and I was wondering if we could maybe go out someplace, just the two of us?"
There was nothing Barbara would have liked better, but she knew that she had been neglecting her vigilante duties, of late. "I, um, I'm sorry Jenny, but I've already made plans to stay in and wash my hair, tonight!" she replied, with an apologetic shrug.
Jenny's face fell. "Well, if you're sure..." She turned, and ran from the room, blushing furiously, tears glistening in her eyes. She knew a brush-off when she heard one!
As she hurried around a corner of the corridor, Tom Sweeny stepped forward and grabbed her by her upper arm.
"Hey, let go of me, you big dork!" she exclaimed, startled.
"I need to see you Ms. Goodbody," he hissed, urgently. "Can you meet me in my office, just after closing time this evening?"
"What's this all about?" she asked, suspiciously, pulling her arm free of his grasp.
"I can't tell you now, someone might overhear us! Let's just say that it concerns your friend, Barbara Gordon!"
"What about Barbara?" Jenny cried, her eyes flashing, dangerously, as she grabbed both his arms, and stared into his face.
His eyes wouldn't meet her piercing gaze. "Meet me after work," he snarled, pulling away. "I've got something to show you!"
Wednesday, 5:20 pm
Normally, Jenny wouldn't have gone within a million miles of a sexist nerd like Sweeny, inside or outside of office hours, but her curiosity had been aroused. What was it he'd discovered about her new friend, that required such goddamned secrecy?
"Where are you Tom?" Jennifer called, walking along the narrow, deserted corridor. She wasn't familiar with this part of the Gotham City Public Library. It was a pretty big building!
"In here!" called a familiar voice, and she peered into an open doorway, and saw him lounging back in a computer-operator's chair, in front of a huge bank of T.V. monitors, his hands clasped behind his neck.
He spun around in his swivel chair, and starred at her, with a crooked grin on his spotty face. "I've just been following your progress on the surveillance monitors!" he said, waving a hand at the bank of screens. "I can see just about every nook and cranny in the place, with these things!" he boasted.
"I hope you haven't got any cameras in the ladies toilets?" Jennifer replied, with a quick flash of annoyance.
"Well, no, not there, but just about everywhere else!" he replied, with an embarrassed grin. "Come in! Make yourself at home!"
Jenny stepped over the threshold, and stared around. There was a small stove and a microwave oven, a refrigerator, a water heater, a sink unit, and even a fairly comfortable-looking single cot-bed, in addition to all the electronic surveillance equipment. "This isn't a social visit!" she said, coldly. "You said you had something to tell me about Barbara?"
"There's something I want to show you first!" he said, with a confident smirk on his face. "You see that monitor screen up there, the second from the left, on the top row...?"
"What about..." Her voice faltered, as her gaze alighted on the T.V. screen he'd indicated, and she recognized the view of the main storeroom! Her blood ran cold, as she realized what this meant.
Tom saw the blood drain from her face, as realization dawned. "Yes Ms. Goodbody," he chortled, "We have a surveillance camera in the main storeroom!" He enjoyed the look of horror on her face, as she stared at him, wide-eyed. He had her full and undivided attention, now! "What's more, all the video cameras are connected to this bank of video recorders behind me!" he explained, waving in their direction. "Whenever the movement sensor detects any movement in the room, even a mouse, the recorder is switched on!"
He lent forward and picked up a V.H.S. tape cassette, lying on the desk in front of him. "This," he said, slipping the tape out of its protective box, "is yesterday's tape of the storeroom! Usually, it's a pretty boring epic, but yesterday's episode was somewhat different!" He slipped the tape into a V.H.S. recorder, and pressed the play button.
Jenny sat down, heavily, on the edge of the bed, starring in horrified fascination, as a monitor screen lit up before him, and she saw an image of herself and Barbara appear.
"I've wanted you, from the moment I first saw you!" her image panted, taking Barbara's hand and forcing it into the front of her panties. "Please make love to me, Barbara!"
The two figures embraced, kissing passionately, while Barbara's fingers slipped into her pussy, and she gasped and writhed with obvious delight.
"More!" her image pleaded, dragging her lips from Barbara's.
"Switch it off!" Jenny pleaded, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach, as she closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands.
Tom chuckled, and pressed the eject button. "Seen enough?" he asked. "It was just starting to get interesting!"
Jenny sighed, and opened her eyes to stare at him, with a look of utter disgust and loathing. "Okay, how much do you want for the tape?" she asked, resignedly. "I should warn you, I don't have much money!"
Tom grinned, lecherously, and ran his eyes up and down her shapely figure. Jenny felt her blood run cold, once more. "Who said I was interested in money?" he replied.
"What if I refuse!" she blustered, blushing furiously.
"Well, I think Mr. Peabody will take a dim view of two lesbian employees making it together during working hours, especially after the local television news stations get there hands on a copy of the tape!"
"What if I just take that tape away from you, and destroy it? Then it would be just your word against ours, and Barbara Gordon is one of the Library's most respected employees!" Jenny replied, showing a sudden spark of defiance.
"You could try," he conceded, with a shrug. "You might even succeed, but you don't think this is the only copy of the tape, do you?"
Jenny's shoulders slumped in defeat. She should have realized he would make a duplicate. "Okay, what do you want?" she asked, in a small voice, lowering her eyes.
"You'll do for a start, babe! How about showing me one of those striptease numbers you do?"
"There's not much room in here!" she protested, getting to her feet, "and there's no music!"
"I'm sure you can muddle through!" he replied, with a confident grin, folding his arms over his chest. "How about you giving me one of them lap dances?"
"I-I've never done one of those!" she protested. "I-I wouldn't know how!"
"I'm sure you can make a fair go of it?" he said, with a chuckle. His face suddenly turned ugly. "Now, get on with it!" he barked.
Jennifer took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She started to hum a raunchy tune, slipping off her jacket and gradually unbuttoning her crisp, white blouse, while Tom watched, goggle-eyed. She slipped the top off, revealing her shapely naked breasts to his gaze, as she slowly wriggled out of her skirt, and stepped out of it. She was still wearing high-heels and self-supporting stockings, as well as her lacy, black briefs. She opened her eyes and stared over his head, into nothingness, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slowly inched them down, gradually revealing her shaven mons to his greedy little eyes.
Finally, she stepped out of her panties and moved astride his lap, bumping and grinding her hips, and thrusting her sex up against the hard bulge in his pants.
"Come on! You can do better that that!" he croaked, staring up into her big, blue eyes.
She nodded, almost imperceptibly and her hand moved to his waistband, unclipping it and pulling down his zip fly. Her fingers tugged down the front of his briefs, freeing his erection, and she took it in her hands, swiftly stroking him into full, hard erection, as he gasped with pleasure.
