Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow.
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Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Adventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of Silence
Chapter 15: Dynamic Trio To The Rescue
"Yessss! Yes, yes, yes!" exclaimed Sparrow, sitting back in the chair, in front of the Bat-computer, arching her spine and pushing back her aching shoulders.
Batman and Robin hurried over. It had sounded as if the stunning young blonde was in the throws of orgasm. "What is it, Sparrow?" enquired the Caped Crusader, with a curious look on his face.
"I think I may have discovered where the Joker is holding Barbara," replied the obviously excited girl. The name of a little-known Gotham nightclub was flashing on the screen.
Robin lent forward, and read the name out, loud. "The 69 Club! What makes you think that's the place where they're holding Barbara?" he asked, scornfully. "There are dozens of small, sleazy nightclubs throughout the city and its immediate surroundings!"
"A club with a name like that, is bound to appeal to the Joker's perverted sense of humor," Jenny retorted, her face going red.
"A club like what? Oh, I see... 69, as in the sexual position often adopted by, er, lesbians?" Robin smiled, knowingly, and gave her a sly wink.
"Well worked out, Einstein," sneered Sparrow, despite her blush deepening.
"It's certainly situated in one of the seedier districts of Gotham City," observed Batman, nodding. "An ideal cover for The Joker's hideout! I think you may have stumbled onto something there, Jennifer. Well done!"
"Thanks, Batman!"
"Well, let's go tear the place apart!" growled Robin, slamming one gloved fist into the palm of the other.
"Whoa! Not so fast, old chum!" declared Bruce, placing a restraining hand on Robin's shoulder. "We don't know for certain, if this IS the place where Barbara is being held captive. If it is, and we go charging in like the seventh cavalry, then it could result in her captors panicking, and killing the poor girl?"
"Huh? Oh, er, yeah," replied the Boy Wonder, calming down.
"From what I can ascertain," added Sparrow, pressing a couple of keys on the computer keyboard, to bring up another web page, "this club exclusively caters for women with kinky or lesbian tastes! No offense guys, but you two would stand out like sore thumbs, in a place like that!"
"Hmm, what do you suggest then?" Batman asked, nodding in agreement.
"I think I should go in on my own, and try to determine if Barbara really is being held there and, if so, exactly where they're holding her, while you two wait outside. Then, if I locate her, and I think it's safe to do so, I'll contact you on my cell phone, and you can join me inside, for the rescue attempt!"
"It could be very dangerous," warned Batman, with a concerned look on his face.
"Barbara would do no less for me, if our positions were reversed," retorted Sparrow.
The Caped Crusader nodded, sagely. "True! Very well, to the Batmobile!"
-oOo-
After parking the Batmobile in a back alley, off from the rear of 'The 69 Club', the crime-fighting trio carefully made their way toward the brick built building. The journey had been a bit of a crush, but Robin hadn't complained about Jenny sitting on his lap. The five-feet eight-inch tall, twenty-year old platinum-blonde, had crammed her shapely figure into one of her striptease costumes, comprising of a cut-off white tank top, that left the bottom of her breasts exposed; a brief red miniskirt, that gave the two following men frequent glimpses of her clinging red thong panties; black lacy-topped stockings; and five-inch spiky red heels.
Although she was used to men ogling her body, Jenny was feeling a little self-conscious, as she felt the eyes of the other two crime-fighters, boring into her back, and she tried to minimize the sexy sway of her hips. The cool evening air had caused her nipples to stiffen, producing two small 'tents' in the thin material of her brief top. Her outfit should enable her to blend in with the crowd in the club, while she searched for any signs of Barbara, assuming her friend was there, of course!
"Wish me luck, boys!" she murmured, waving them back into the shadows, as she stepped out into the light cast by a nearby streetlamp, and swayed toward the brightly illuminated front entrance of the club, a small purse containing her mobile phone draped over one shoulder.
As she walked into the doorway, hips gyrating and shoulders pressed back, thrusting her tits out, the burley doorman eyed her appreciatively, before holding out one arm to halt her progress.
"Sorry, Lady, but this club is for members only," he growled, "and I don't think you fit into that category!"
Jenny turned on her brightest smile, and fluttered her false eyelashes at him. "I'm sure you can make an exception, in my case, handsome?" she murmured, taking a fifty-dollar bill from her purse, and tucking it into the breast pocket of his tuxedo jacket.
"Well..." he began, lowering the obstructing arm, and blinking in surprise.
"You wouldn't want to stop a girl having a little fun, now would you?" Jenny asked, huskily, running one hand down the side of his clean-shaven jaw.
"Well, er... Okay, lady, you've appealed to my better nature," he said, with a grin and a wink, reaching out and squeezing one of her shapely ass cheeks, "but make sure you get your membership sorted, before your next visit!"
"Oh, I will, I will," Jenny replied with a smile, before spinning on her heels, and making her way into the noisy, smoky atmosphere of the club.
-oOo-
The place was packed with women, mostly in their twenties and thirties, most of them wearing overtly sexy outfits, that revealed plenty of bare flesh. On the dance floor, female couples were dancing and fondling each other, to the sound of 'YMCA' by the 'Village People', while others sat at tables, drinking, or stood around conversing, in small intimate groups. The only guys around seemed to be waiters and bartenders, all handsome, muscular, Adonis types, stripped to the waist, except for the dicky-bows tied about their necks. As Jennifer entered the room, numerous pairs of eyes swung her way, blatantly checking her out.
Jenny peered around, looking for any signs of the Joker, or his cronies.
Suddenly, a hand clutched Jenny's shoulder, swinging her around to face an Amazon beauty, with straight, long, black hair, cascading over bare shoulders. The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties and wore a black leather bustier and matching miniskirt, with black stiletto-heeled thigh-boots encasing her long lithe legs. A coiled whip hung from one shapely hip.
The six-feet tall woman smiled at her, with scarlet painted lips. "What's a good looking broad like you doing here, all on your lonesome?" she enquired in a husky voice, reaching out and slipping one hand under the bottom of Jenny's cut-off top, pushing it up and fondling the shapely left breast.
"I, um..." Jenny began, then gasped out loud, as the woman lowered her face, and began sucking on her erect nipple. "I, aaahh, I'm looking for a man," she managed to gasp, as the woman freed her other breast from its confines, and lavished similar attention to the rock-hard crest.
"Huh?" The woman paused her suckling to glance up at Jenny's red face, with a quizzical look on her own. "Honey, you've DEFINITELY come to the wrong place!" she declared, with a lewd twist of her lips.
"No, no, I'm looking for one particular man," gasped the blonde, blushing even deeper. "A weird looking guy, with a white complexion, top hat and clown make-up."
"Hmm?" The raven-haired beauty gave the nipple a final loving lick, then straightened up, while casually slipping a hand beneath the girl's skirt, and rubbing stiffened fingers against the clinging material covering Jenny's pussy. "Now that you mention it, I have seen a weird looking character slip through that door out back," she admitted, nodding in the direction of the doorway. "Now, how about you and me going back to my place and getting..."
"Thanks!" Jenny gasped, pulling away from the Amazon, before she could finish propositioning her, then turning and hurrying across the crowded dance floor toward the door, her unfettered breasts jiggling, fetchingly.
"But..." the frustrated Amazon called after her, one arm raised, before turning away, with a shrug of disappointment.
When Jenny reached the indicated doorway, she pulled her top down over her swaying breasts, and reached for her purse. "Damn!" she cursed, under her breath. In her hurry to get away from the raven-haired Amazon, she'd dropped her purse, and with it her cell phone. She didn't want to return, to retrieve it; the Amazon would be bound to regard such an action as a 'come on'.
She decided to explore a little further and, turning the handle, discovered that the door, which had a large 'Private, Authorized Personnel Only' sign on it, was unlocked. She eased it open a few inches, then glancing around, she waited until no one was looking in her direction and slipped through the partially open doorway.
Jennifer found herself in a Spartan stairwell, with both an ascending and descending flight of steps. She decided to go down, and started to descend, trying not to make too much noise with her high-heels.
At the bottom of the second flight, was a closed, but unlocked, doorway. She eased open the door a crack, and peered into the gloomy interior. As her eyes grew accustomed to the subdued lighting, she gave a small gasp. There was someone standing in the middle of the room, legs apart and arms held high above her head.
"Barbara!" Jenny gasped, as she recognized the woman in the gloomy cellar. Barbara was naked, apart from a pair of black, high-heeled thigh boots. She hung, head-down, from wrist manacles, attached to a length of chain, looped over an overhead girder. Dried semen glistened on her belly and thighs, and her pubic hair was a wet, tangled mass, plastered to her nicely padded mons.
Jenny carefully checked out the rest of the cellar. It appeared to be deserted, apart from her friend, although there was another closed door on the far wall. She eased open the door, slipped inside, and crept over to the slumped figure. "Barbara, are you all right?" she whispered, raising the chin of her friend off her chest.
"Huh, wha...?" slurred the redhead, her eyelids fluttering open. Her eyes widened with surprise, as they slowly focused on the young blonde. "Jen? Thank goodness!" she croaked. "I don't think I could've taken much more!"
