Barbara Gordon glazed over the crowd of socialites. Mingling with Gotham's high society had always made her nervous. As the daughter of a cop, she wasn't exactly part of Gotham's elite, but the Gordons had always been invited to the charity balls in Wayne Manor, thanks to her father's friendship with Bruce Wayne. And while she wasn't normally the type to be interested in these events, she attended anyway, for mainly one reason.
She wore her nicest dress, a cute little red number that fit snugly against her curves, and ended a few inches above her knee. The dress also had a pair of thin straps and showed off just a teasing hint of cleavage. As she sauntered through the crowd of the wealthy elite, she scanned for any sign of him. A few people took notice of her. Barbara couldn't help but blush at the flirtacious glance from Dinah Lance, or the almost-predatory look she got from Selina Kyle.
Then she saw him. And her as well. Dick was dressed in his finest tuxedo, and he certainly looked the part of the billionaire's playboy son. And Kori was simply stunning, rocking an exotic strapless purple dress that seemed to show off as much skin as it could, cut just barely above mid-thigh. And as skimpy as her attire was, she wore it with elegance. Over the recent weeks, Barbara had been no stranger to their bed, but even now, she couldn't help but feel a lust growing between her legs.
Kori spotted Barbara out of the corner of her eye, and lustfully beckoned her over with a single finger. Barbara froze in her tracks, watching the pair furtively disappear into a closet in a nearby hallway.
Barbara skipped after them, hoping not to draw attention to herself. As she approached the closet, she could already hear the sound of lips smacking followed by a slupring noise. Taking one last look behind to make sure that no one was watching, she slipped into the spacious closet. Quickly, she was reminded that her first orgasm at the talented hands of Starfire also happened in a closet.