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 6: Cat Out Of The Bag
Thursday, 11:55 pm
Harry Hartmann stomped up the stairs and strode along the corridor toward the security office, with an angry frown on his wrinkled face. Harry was not a happy security guard. He'd had to power up his hand-held computer and unlock all the over-rides at the rear entrance, to get in, because that idle son of a bitch Sweeny hadn't been there to let him in at the start of his shift! Harry had been working at the library for sixteen years and he figured it was time that little jumped-up upstart began showing him a little respect!
"Where the hell were you?" he stormed, as he strode into the security office. He came to an abrupt halt and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, at the sight that greeted them. Sweeny was slumped over the chair, having apparently fallen asleep while screwing some bimbo?
He walked over and grabbed the kid's arm. "What the hell..." He stopped, suddenly realizing that the assumed female was a actually one of those blow-up sex toys. He started to chuckle. "Well, well, well! Caught in the act at last, you little pervert!" he growled. Harry had never liked the cocky, spotty faced youth very much, and this only confirmed some of his earlier opinions.
He suddenly noticed that the two of them were handcuffed together. "Must be one of those bondage freaks!" he grunted, in disgust.
Friday, 9:35 am
"Barbara, have you heard?" gasped the breathless blonde, as she rushed into the Assistant Head Librarian's office. "Tom Sweeny's been caught with his pants down... literally!"
Barbara turned away from her computer screen, slipped off her spectacles, and raised a neatly-plucked, inquiring eyebrow at Jennifer. "You don't say?"