HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION

Part 5

by Flexman

THIS STORY IS A PARODY. Batgirl and Huntress are owned by DC Comics. This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read this story.

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Two months later

Seven PM - Wednesday Evening

 Barbara Gordon got home exhausted. Another day of presenting budget proposals for the library system to the city council. What a fucking bunch of corrupt retards, she thought. They couldn't see beyond their next campaign contribution. All of the male, and one female member, of the council strongly hinted they'd look more favorably on her proposals if she slept with them. They didn't want librarians; they wanted hookers. Babs felt she'd have a better chance getting them to take her seriously if she did a strip tease, instead of a presentation. That was a nice thing about being Batgirl; she deals with a higher class of scumbags.

 She didn't feel like cooking dinner, she'd settle for some cold leftovers. It was Wednesday, Riley would have had a nice hot meal waiting for her, but first he given her a nice hot bath and a magnificent massage. Even after two months everything still reminded her of Riley. She was horny, but couldn't bring herself to reach for one of her dildos. She was also lonely and her dildos were not any help with that either. She had denied it for almost two months, refusing to admit it to herself, but she had to face reality, she missed him, a lot and desperately wanted him back. It was a hard thing to admit. Riley Parkin had not been her boyfriend or lover; he had been her blackmailer. That eighteen-year-old kid had put her, and everyone she cared about, in danger, dominated her life and turned her in to his fucktoy. Her pride told her she should despise him and be overjoyed to be rid of him, but her feelings and body told her differently. Having sex with a piece of plastic was far different then with a warm body; a warm body that took the time to tend to her particular needs. She missed the nights snuggling on the couch together watching TV, her head on his shoulder. She missed his cooking and long candlelight dinners, missed the long conversations with him. He's a genius and beyond computers and electronics, he was well read and could intelligently discuss many subjects, and she even missed going out with him. At first, she was self conscious about being seen in public with someone nine years younger then her, but soon lost that and began to enjoy herself. The restaurants, the clubs, rock concerts and the long walks in the country made it one of the best summers of her life. He bought things in to her life that have been missing for a long time. She did have one nasty side effect from the summer; it made her realize how screwed up her life is and all the things missing from it. She still didn't know what to do about it.

After he returned her uniforms and equipment, she began going out on patrol again, a little at first, but was now back to her full routine. She had missed that; it had been the only downside to the summer. Now she was Batgirl again, but missed Riley even worse. There was no doubt about it; her life was a mess.

 She kicked her shoes off, shrugged off her jacket and walked to the refrigerator. The leftovers did not look appetizing, she was debating going out for something, when the doorbell rang. Helena Bertinelli was standing at the door, a big bag of Chinese on one hand and a bottle of wine on the other.

 "Mind if I come in?" she asked.

 Babs hesitated, but then signaled her in. They had not spoken since the night Riley ordered them to make out with one another. It was awkward, Babs was embarrassed to see to her. Helena went to the kitchen.

 "Plates?"

 "Yeah." Barbara set the table up, Helena opened the bottle of wine.

 "All right, look, let's get it out of the way," Helena said. "About that night, I know he ordered us to do it, but I'm not sorry. I'm not a lesbian, but I was curious what it was like, and if I had to find out with someone, I'm glad it was you. I'm not going to lie to you; I did enjoy it, both with you and with him when he joined us. Now, I know what it's like to do it with another woman and what it's like to be in an orgy and I'm fine with that."

 "I know, it was just sort of awkward for me."

 "You are not being honest with yourself," Helena responded. "Your three orgasms, that night, told me you had a very good time and you didn't look the least bit awkward when we were both licking his cock. In fact you seemed more in to it then me."

 "You're right, I guess."

 "So, how is Riley?"

 "I haven't seen him in two months," answered Babs.

 "What happen?"

 Babs told her the story and even showed her Riley's letter. Helena read it twice.

"Makes sense," Helena said. She then told Babs what happen the last time she saw him.

 "I don't understand. If you told him you wanted to keep seeing him, why did he break it off?"

Helena took a bite of an egg roll. "Power," she answered between chews. "He lost it. I didn't realize how badly I screwed up until after he left that morning. I should have kept my mouth shut. It would have been much better for both of us."

 "You're not making sense."

 Helena drank some wine. "I went to his old high school two weeks ago. Wanted to look at the yearbook, not his senior picture, he looked the same, as we know him by then. I looked at his junior yearbook, the computer club picture. You would not have recognized him; his hair was dorky looking; a mess, big dark frame glasses, the perfect geek. I can't imagine any girl being remotely interested in him. High school must have been a lonely time for him. What do you think that does to a guy's opinion of women?"

 Babs shrugged. "I guess some resentment builds up."

 "That's right. Now, all of a sudden, he gets the goods on two women, just like the ones that ignored him in high school, he has them in his power. In his mind, he's going to make up for all he missed in high school. That's the main attraction. Only when I opened my big mouth, he realized he no longer had the power. Now I'm dictating terms to him; the main attractions for him is gone, he no longer feels powerful."

 "But what about me?" Babs asked.

 "Same kind of thing. He started liking you. You turned out not to be the stuck up bitch he thought you were. It's not the same lording over someone you like. The problem with him is he had no experience with women. He didn't know how to make the transition to a regular relationship."

 They ate quietly for several minutes. "Wait a second," Babs said. "You went to his old high school. Why? You're still thinking about him too?"

 Helena giggled. "Are you kidding? Of course I'm thinking about him. Every time I finger myself, I think about him. Every time I come home to a lonely apartment, I think about him. Sometimes he's all I think about. I miss him so bad, I can't stand it."

Babs thought she saw a tear in Helena eye. She held up her glass. "A toast. To the two charter members of the Riley Parkin survivor's help group."

 Helena held up her glass and smiled. "Here's to us." They touched wine glasses and drank. They ate quietly for a while, both lost in deep thought. Finally, they looked at each other and both started to speak at the same time. Babs signaled Helena to go first.

"Barbara, I told Riley I didn't want to do it again, but now..."

 "You don't want to spend the night alone," Babs interrupted. "I know how you feel."

 "You don't mind?"

 "If I have to wake up alone again, they'll have to commit me to Arkham."

 They embraced hard, found each other's mouths and kissed passionately. Breathing hard through their nostrils, their tongues wrestling, cautiously at first, and then harder, as they ran their hands along each others backs and settled on their ass cheeks, squeezing and moaning as they locked together. They pressed against each other's hips and intimate areas, crushing their generous breasts, so hard it looked as if they were trying to merge in to one person. Babs quickly led Helena to her bedroom; they each helped the other strip, no shyness or hesitation. Helena went on her back as Babs positioned herself on top in a '69', lowering her pussy lips on top of Helena's mouth. Helena tongue immediately attacked her slit, entering it, making Babs jump. Babs lowered her mouth over Helena's pussy, driving her tongue deep inside of her. Both played with each other’s clits and holes for over an hour with a fierce determination. A competition arose between them as to who would orgasm first. Finally, Helena used her trump card as she unrepentantly shoved her forefinger in to Bab's anus. Electricity ran through Bab’s body as her resolve failed and shot off all over Helena's face. As she recovered, Babs decided to return the favor. Now she would use her Helena's weakness, going after Helena's super sensitive nipples. Using both her tongue to tease and her teeth to gently bite, she launched an assault on Helena's areoles, while continuing to massage her clit with her hand. Helena began to cum in great amounts. The dam busted, Babs thought, as her entire hand and wrist became drenched. It didn't take long for Helena to scream out her pleasure as she was overtaken with a mind numbing orgasm.

 They lay in the dark, in a spoon, Helena's massive, swollen, nipples pressed against Babs back.

"Barbara?" Helena soft spoke.

 "What?"

 "It's not the same, is it?"

 "No, it's not."

 "We have to get him back."

 "I know...How?"

 "Don't know, don't care. Whatever it takes. You're a better strategist then I am, come up with something."

 "Great, I have to find a way to outwit a guy who's been outsmarting us since the day we met him. Thanks a lot." Babs laid there for a minute, then asked, "Didn't it bother you he was also sleeping with me?"

 Helena shook her head. "Barbara, you may have noticed we don't lead normal lives, why would you think our relationships should be normal? Unlike you, he didn't stop me from being the Huntress during the summer, so seeing him two or three times a week was perfect for my schedule. Until he came alone, I rarely went out with anyone. When he forced me to go party with him, I couldn't believe how much fun I started having. Thanks to him seeing you too, I had the best of both worlds, I got to be the Huntress and be with him too."

 "I never thought about it that way."

 "That's the difference between you and me. I know my life is different and accept it. You still cling to this ridiculous notion that you can marry Prince Charming, have a family and still be Batgirl. That's not how it works. Riley made me realize if I can't have happiness I can sure as hell have satisfaction."

 Shit! Do you know what the hardest habit to break is? Not cigarettes, not alcohol, not overeating, not even drugs, it's sex! All the other stuff is bullshit compare to giving up steady sex. I went from getting laid two, three times a night, five days a week to nothing, literally overnight; how's that for cold fucking turkey? Want to know how it feels? It feels like someone is doing root canal on me with a toothpick. It sucks! Shit! Forget about having my head examine, let just bypass that step and go straight to the frontal lobotomy.

 So how do I cope? By not thinking about it, of course. I threw myself in to my work. My life revolves around four things. First: there's college. I was able to take some proficiency tests they have, to give you credit for what you already know. I did so well, I was able to pass up all the freshman math, physics and computer courses, and take the more advance ones. I took up where I left off in high school and aced all my midterms. I figure I'll be able to graduate in three years.

Second: my job at the store. I had to cut back my summer hours now that I started college. My sales numbers are still up, my commission checks are great and the sales manager is still bugging me to blow off college and come to work full time, so I guess I'm doing all right.

Third: I started lifting weights. My little souvenir from Bats, she got me interested in it. I lift three times a week in the campus gym. In the three months I've been doing it, one with Bats and two on my own, I've gained ten pounds. Not bad. I'm pretty sure it's all muscle; I mean my waistline is still the same size. I figure in about a hundred years or so, I might get to look as good as Batman.

Fourth: the project; that's what I call it, I also to refer to it as my burden. See here's how it works, there are these research grants awarded to the university. Somebody, the government, a private group, a big corporation, gives money to the university to do research on something. I'm going to school on a grant from the Wayne Foundation, which is associated with Wayne Industries. Wayne Industries has farmed out some of their research and development to Gotham University's computer department by giving them a massive grant to do some project for them. There's this clause in my scholarship that says I'm required to work a few hours a week assisting on their research project, if they need me. It's all bullshit; nobody uses freshmen or sophomores on an important project, they use grad student. What usually happens is you report to the department, they tell you your services are not needed and that's it; just a fucking formality. Naturally, that's not what happened to me. I reported to the department office, handed my paperwork to the secretary, who told me to have a seat. I figured she's be back in a minute and tell me to get lost, but instead she comes back and tells me Professor Scarletti wants to see me. Leo Scarletti is the head of the computer department. He's short, fat and balding on top; looks a little like Danny Devito. He's sitting behind his big desk, smoking a even bigger cigar. Now that's over compensating.

 "We need you to come in for a couple of hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays. One of the grad students working with us dropped dead of alcohol poisoning, you're taking his place."

 "But I'm a freshman."

 "So?"

 "Nobody uses freshmen on these projects."

 "Congratulations, you're the first."

 "Give me a break, I got a real job."

 "Are you telling me that you refuse to comply with the conditions of your scholarship? Cause if you are, it will be withdrawn and you'll be required to pay back the semester you've attended."

 "Well gee, I guess I'm not telling you that. Why are you picking on me for?"

 "Because you're a genius."

"Who told you that?"

 "You did, on your grant application. Besides, we called your high school and got your IQ test scores; very impressive. Since you've been here, you aced the proficiency tests, literally skipping a year and aced your midterms. Your professors are all very impressed. This department has high hopes and expectations for you. I want to see if they're well placed."

 "Doesn't my grades show you that?"

 "Nope, I want to see what you got. I want to know if you're just one of those textbook jockeys who's good at just taking tests or if you have any real life smarts. Besides, you have certain qualifications that will be very useful to this project. I heard you're unbeatable in computer games; that's important here."

 "Why, what is this project?"

 Scarletti smiled. "Wayne Industries wants to get in to the computer gaming market. They want to challenge the big three."

 "You're kidding?"

 "I never kid about my work. They contracted us to develop their game engine."

 "What do you need me for?"

 "Nothing you can't handle. Just some routine debugging and a lot of play testing. Should be right up your alley. Besides, what are you complaining about? Being involved in this project will look good on your resume when you go for a job."

 So that's how I came to be involved in the project. It's not that bad, the work is fairly interesting, I know a lot about computer games and Scarletti was right, this'll look good on my resume. The game engine they're developing looks slick; if Wayne Industries can come up some hot games to go with it, they might just make a dent in the market.

Anyway, it was a Tuesday when she walked in. It was impossible not to stare at her; she gave me the fastest hard on I ever got. She had these long, perfectly shaped, hard legs going right up to her ass; dancer's legs. I immediately fantasized putting my hands on her muscular calves and squeezing her double teardrop ass. The way her tits stuck out reminded me of Jeri Ryan in her Borg, Seven Of Nine, suit. Her abs were flat, which made the tits look even bigger. She was dress very classy in an expensive, black tailored suit with a tight skirt above the knees. Her long, dark brown, silky hair was put up in a professional manner and her long neck was just made for me to run my tongue up and down all night. Despite all these great assets her best feature was her face. She had cheeks bones professional models would kill for. Her lips were so full and thick, it just forced you to visualized them wrapped around your cock. Her nose was thin and flared a little at the bottom and her blue eyes could hypnotize a corpse. Me and everyone else in that lab stared at her like complete idiots, but she didn't seem to notice or care. She walked up to the lab manager and said she was here for her meeting with Professor Scarletti, gave her name as Holly Barone.

Professor Scarletti came out of his office and went straight for her. He usually dresses in polo shirts and sports jackets, but today he wore a gray pinstripe with a blue silk shirt and a red tie; real GQ look. They smiled at each other, shook hands and walked back to his office. She seemed taken by him, her hand accidentally touched his elbow and brushed his shoulder. They both smiled like moronic school kids as they shut the door to his office. There was another reason I was staring at her. I've seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where. It was stupid, how do you not remember where you've seen a goddess like her? As you might have notice, she makes a strong impression, but that's the situation, I was dead sure I seen her before but could figure out where. The lab manager smiled at me. "Did you get a whiff of her perfume?" she asked.

 "No," I shook my head.

 "Evening's Destiny," she explained. "A hundred and twenty dollars an ounce. Probably the finest thing I can't afford."

 "Hey, she has looks and money; my type of woman. Maybe I'll ask her out for a slice of pizza."

 She started laughing. "Oh, Riley, you have to tell me what world you're living in. I love to visit sometime, it sounds like a wonderful place."

 "So who is she?"

 " A professor from Metropolis University. Professional courtesy call, she just dropped by to say hi and chat, do some networking."

 "She's a computer geek? I guess there's hope for me yet."

 Scarletti gave her a complete tour of the facilities, ending up back in the lab. He looked completely charmed, along with the standard issue, shit eating grin on his face. I swear if she threw a stick away, he'd run and fetch it. By this time he had already lit up one of his big ass cigars. It bounced up and down in his mouth as he spoke to her. Some ash broke away and landed on his sleeve. Immediately, Barone opened her purse, pulled out a handkerchief and started wiping the sleeve. I was pretty sure Scarletti would cum on the spot or at least have a heart attack; she was touching him. I didn't see whatever it was he did at that moment, because for the first time since she walked in, I wasn't staring at her. Something else just caught my attention, something I thought strange; her handkerchief. Like the rest of her appearance, it was an expensive; white silk and monogrammed. You had to wonder why a woman, who obviously paid so much care and attention to her appearance, name Holly Barone, walked around with an expensive handkerchief monogrammed with the letters SK. It struck me as strange. She and Scarletti shook hands, said their goodbyes and she left. I followed her out to the parking lot, where she got in to her car. Naturally, it was a bright red Ferrari Modena Spider convertible; I mean what else would someone like her drive? Ms. SK drove off before I could catch her license plate. I know, I know, there are a million reasons why she had a handkerchief with different initials on it, all very innocent, but that, along with knowing I've seen her somewhere before, bothered me. Besides, what university professor can afford to drive around in a car like that? Come on, give me a break; you know what one of those things cost? Hell, the insurance alone can bankrupt most people. Something here wasn't right.

 After several days of racking her brains, Batgirl still couldn't come up with a clever plan to get Riley back. Finally, on Tuesday night, while on patrol, she reached a decision; she would confront him and talk it out. It was the only way, no clever plan, no great maneuver, just talk it through, like adults. What if it didn't work? What if he refused to even see her, much less talk to her? No, she wouldn't take no for an answer. If need be, she'd kidnap him like Helena did, take him back to her place, handcuff him to the bed and he'd have no choice but to listen. Yeah, just like adults. Being an adult was highly over rated anyway. She was going to settle this tonight, one way or the other. She drove to Riley's neighborhood and stopped a block from his house, pulled out her cell phone and dial his number. She figured he wouldn't want her coming to his house, so he might agree to meet her just to keep it from happening. A woman answered the phone.

 "Is Riley there?" she asked.

 "No."

 "Know where he's at?"

 "I'm not his keeper."

 "I didn't ask what you do for a living, I asked if you know where he is?"

 The voice hesitated. "It's Tuesday, so he's not working. That means he's at the college campus."

 "It's after nine?"

 "The library is open until ten. That's probably where you'll find Mr. A plus." The phone went dead.

I finished all my work, had time before the library closed and I was still thinking about Ms SK. I was surer then ever I've seen her before. I couldn't let it go. I got on one of the library's computer terminals and went on line. I went to the University Of Metropolis web site. Yes, there was a facility member named Holly Barone, listed as an associate professor in computer science, but no picture of her. Not a problem, I hacked in to the university security department files. Everyone in a college gets an ID card with their picture on it. Copies of those cards are on file in security's computer. I pulled up Holly Barone's. She was a little on the chubby side, frizzy hair, thick glasses and didn't look a bit like the woman I saw today in the lab. So I was right, but now the big question is who is she and what's she after? If I could remember where I seen her. Wait; let's do this backwards, if she's a bad guy where would I have seen her? That did it, I remembered; just like that. I saw her in Bats files; SK, Selena Kyle, Catwoman.

Batgirl rode her batcycle on to the campus. The dorms were on the other side, so this area was pretty quiet this time of night. It was almost ten; the library should be closing soon. She spotted Riley's old pick up truck, it was one of a few cars left in the parking lot. Batgirl hid her cycle in the woods bordering the east side of the campus, activated the security system and headed for his truck. When he came out she would surprise him and he would have to talk to her. She had debated calling Helena, but decided two of them might seem overwhelming to him, best she talk to him alone first. Helena could speak with him later.

 I've been to Catwoman's website several times, but it never showed her without her mask on. I was curious so I looked her up in Bats files when I had possession of them. Bats file had profiles on a lot of bad guys, I only check on Catwoman, Joker and Penguin because they have websites I've been to. I checked on Bane because he's big, powerful and very impressive looking, on Two Face because he's ugly beyond belief and looked like he belonged in a horror movie and I checked on Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy because they were good looking. Her name is Selena Kyle and she's a cat burglar. Cat burglar, Catwoman, get it? Yeah, real clever. Anyway, the reason I didn't recognize her right away is because the picture of her in Bats files was a mug shot that didn't exactly catch her at her best. She looked so different, all made up, at the lab this afternoon. Question is what was she doing there? She's a burglar, what would a burglar be doing? Casing the place she going to break in to? But her file said she's a jewel thief, there’s no jewel at the lab. Maybe she's branching out in to industrial espionage? There are a lot of people who'd love to get a look at Wayne Industries new game engine and they'd pay a lot for the privilege. But this is out of her league. She wouldn't be breaking in to some museum or jewelry store; the security system at the lab was state of the art, Wayne industries had spared no expense. Besides even if she got through it all, the information she needed is in a database no one can hack in to. Nothing in her file said she had any kind of advance computer training. No, has to be something else, but I can't figure out what it is. So what do I do? Tell Scarletti or someone at Wayne Industries. But how do I explain knowing who she is? I can't tell them about seeing Bats files, and I can't tell them about hacking in to Metropolis University's security files. All right, let's keep it simply; I'll tell Scarletti I met Barone once and the lady who came to the lab was not her. That should do it, all he has to do is call Metropolis, check on the real Holly Barone and everything else should fall in to place; easy...Yeah, right.

 Batgirl found a good vantage point of the parking lot and the library and kept her out of sight. She checked the time; wouldn't be long now. As she watched, something caught her eye; there was some movement on the other side of the parking lot. Somebody was moving covertly, staying away from the streetlights, trying to keep in the shadows. She pulled out her night vision binoculars and followed the movement. There were two of them, moving quickly but cautiously, they obviously didn't want to be seen. They were heading for another building that shared the parking lot with the library. The building was dark, except for the well lit, glass enclosed, lobby with a security guard stationed there. They avoided the lobby entrance, instead going for a side door. After a few minutes of one of them working the door, it opened and they entered. Apparently, no alarm went off. The guard was not alerted; he remained seat behind his desk reading his magazine. Batgirl headed for the side door; Riley would have to wait for another night, dam it. She entered the building and climbed the stairs. She checked each floor on the way up. At the fifth floor she saw flashlight beams moving around in a room, Batgirl peeked in. Catwoman was moving around; another woman in an identical, black, body suit was seated at a computer terminal working the keyboard.

 "How much longer?" she heard Catwoman asked.

 "It's downloading now," the other woman answered. "It'll be a little while."

 "Well, hurry it up."

 The woman at the computer pulled out a CD from the workstation tower, replaced with another one and pushed some buttons on the keyboard. "Another one?" asked an anxious Catwoman.

 "What do you think we're downloading here, the Paris Hilton video? There's a lot of data, it takes time."

 For hundredth time in the last two months, Batgirl wished Riley was here, he'd be able to explain to her what they were doing. But she didn't need Riley to know whatever it was it was dirty. At very least it was breaking and entering. She had seen enough; she entered the room.

 "Should you ladies be here? Don't you read the papers? Downloading someone else’s work is a copyright infringement; you might get sued."

 "What the fuck are you doing here, you brainless bitch?" Catwoman said.

"Sending you and your slut of the month, back to prison."

 "Yeah, right. Shouldn't you be out there busting street hookers and drunks and leaving crime fighting to a real man like Batman, you third rate tramp wannabe?"

 "It doesn't take Batman to bust a nickel and dime shoplifter like you."

 "I take it you two know each other," asked Kitty, watching the exchange from the computer terminal.

 "Keep working," Catwoman ordered. "I'll handle her."

 "Great," Kitty answered. "I feel better all ready.

 Without warning Catwoman hurled a knife at Batgirl, but Batgirl was ready and gracefully dodged it. They closed on each other, as Catwoman throw a hard kick at Batgirl's head, barely missing her as Batgirl again got out of the way. Batgirl countered by landing a quick right to Catwoman's stomach forcing her to double over. She followed it up with a left jab to her face. Catwoman pulled back, Batgirl followed to press her advantage, but got too confident, leaving herself open to Catwoman's short kick to her ribs. It wasn't powerful enough to break, but it bruised them and knocked the wind out of her. Catwoman then threw a punch to the Batgirl's face, knocking her back against the wall. Catwoman then tried a series of punches but Batgirl managed to block them and a good counter punch landed, snapping Catwoman's head back. It was at that moment Kitty decided to get in to the fight. From her chair she charged Batgirl, but instead of attack high, she threw a flying tackle at her legs. Blocking Catwoman's punches, Batgirl was unprepared for the attack, as her legs were pushed out from under her and she went down. Kitty took advantage and rolled over Batgirl's legs, pinning them under her. Catwoman pounced on Batgirl's upper body. She chopped Batgirl behind her neck and then locked both her arms. Using her knee to keep Batgirl's arms in place, she pulled a pair of handcuffs from her pouch and after several minutes of struggle cuffed Batgirl's wrists together. With Batgirl's arms secured behind her back, Catwoman sitting on her back and Kitty on top of her legs, Catwoman pulled out a flask from her belt and handkerchief from her pocket. She carefully doused the handkerchief with the liquid from the flask and held it over Batgirl's nose and mouth. Kitty recoiled from the smell.

 "What is that?" she asked.

 "Hold your breath, its ether," responded Catwoman.

 Batgirl also tried to hold her breath, but Catwoman punched her on the side of her ribs and stomach, causing her to inhale. Within a few minutes Batgirl was out.

"You walk around with a bottle of ether?" inquired Kitty.

 "Just in case we ran in to any guards. Now finish up the download."

 Kitty went back to the computer terminal. She withdrew the second CD and replaced it with a third. "How many more?" asked Catwoman.

 "This should be the last one." When done Kitty put the three CDs in their cases while Catwoman straighten up the lab, eliminating any trace of the fight. Kitty logged off the terminal and was ready to leave.

 "We're taking her with us," Catwoman ordered.

 "What! Are you insane?

"Don't argue, just grab her legs."

 I put my laptop and books in my bag and walk out of the library. I'm heading for my truck when I see something strange. The parking lot was almost deserted. An SUV drives in, turns around and backs up, jumping the curve on to the sidewalk, pulling up to the side door of the computer building. A woman in a dark, tight bodysuit gets out and opens up the rear door of the SUV. She hasn't spotted me. I get closer, hiding behind the some trees and I watch. I see another woman come out of the building. The light from the street lamp is just enough for me to see her. The woman who came out of the building is taller, also dressed in a tight, dark, bodysuit. She's wearing a cowl and mask. I recognized her; it's Catwoman. I was right, she was casing the place today, but how did she get through all the security? She must be better then they give her credit for. Cats looked around, I freeze, there was no lights near me, she doesn't spot me. Then she and the other woman walked back in to the building and come back dragging a body. It was another woman in a dark, tight bodysuit. What was this, a convention? The woman was obviously unconscious. She too wore a cowled mask with pointing ears on top and a short cape. Holy shit! It was Bats. What the fuck happened? Fear jolted through my chest; was she dead? No, if she were they would have left her. They're taking her with them, that’s got to mean she's still alive, or so I hope. How do I help her? They’re two of them, but they probably know martial arts. If they were able to take down Bats, they definitely know how to fight. I looked at the lobby, there's usually a security guard there, but he wasn't there now. He either was making his rounds or went to the john, whatever it was it was the worst timing in the world. They loaded her up and shut the back of the SUV, then climb in front. I had to do something, if they drove off it would probably the end of Bats. I heard the ignition and saw the SUV start to move. Fuck it, I ran for my truck, got in and started it. I watched them pull out of the parking lot and head for one of the gates. I followed from a distance, but didn't turn on my headlights. When they got off campus they turned left. I flipped on the headlights and turned left too. I kept my distance, but manage to keep them in sight. I'm not an expert in following cars, but an old pickup is easy to ignore. I know what your thinking, why doesn't he just call for help on his cell phone? I still have Hunty's number or maybe 911, because Mr. consumer electronic genius doesn't own a cell phone. Hey, I've never needed one until now. I mean, I don't have much of a social life, so what hell was I going to do with one? I couldn't stop to use a phone booth or I'd lose them. I didn't see any cop cars pass. Shit, never around when you need one. Wait, I use to be a thief, so maybe I shouldn't bitch about that. All right look, I can't panic or Bats is gone. I have to play it cool and see what develops, look for an opening. Something has to break my way; the important thing is not to panic. We drive for almost twenty minutes, heading for the mission district. Finally, the SUV drives in to the garage of a three-story building. The garage door closes behind them. The building looks like it had once been a factory or maybe a sweatshop, converted to studio apartments for rich yuppies. I park across the street and watch. Lights come on in the third floor windows. So what the fuck do I do now? I'm not an idiot superhero, and I not a cop; what am I suppose to do, go in after her? Normally, that wouldn't occur to me in a million years, but I realized something strange; I wasn't scared for myself, I was scared for Bats; I'm so worried something is going to happen to her I'm having trouble breathing. The situation isn't all-bad, I do have some things going for me. Believe it or not, I still had the stun gun I took from Linda's desk in the beginning of the summer, the night I met Bats. I charged it a couple of days ago and put it under the seat of my truck. I reached down, pulled it up and stuck it in my jacket pocket. I also had my lock picks and mini tools under the other seat. I got those out too. I must be going out of my mind, because as stupid as it sounded, I'm going in after her. So this is what insanity is like, I always wondered. Ok, show time. I walk around to the back of the building. The alarm system is very similar to the one at the store, so I'm able to disable it pretty easily. I pick the lock on the rear door, go in and climbed the stairs.

"I still don't understand why we bought her here," Kitty asked.

 "Revenge," Catwoman answered. "Not only against her but it'll also be a knee to the groin for Batman as well."

 "Why, what are you going to do?"

 "My website gets the most hits between the hours of eleven pm and two am," Catwoman explained, as she seated Batgirl on a chair bolted to the floor. "You're going to set up the webcam and I'm going to rip her mask off online for all to see. I'll also ripe off the rest of her costume and give my audience a real show. I plan to grope her and jerk her off. I think my audience will really enjoy that. I want you to record it, that way we can replay it over and over again. Later, I'll sell the DVDs. I'll call the night desks of the newspapers and warn them it'll happen, so she gets maximum exposure."

 "I don't get it, we have the CDs worth tons of money and why are you fooling around with this bullshit?"

 "Consider it icing on the cake," Catwoman answered. She handcuffed Batgirl's hands together behind the chair, putting the link on a hook, to keep her arms secure. She removed Batgirl's boots and handcuffed her ankles, also through a hook to keep them in place. She put Batgirl's utility belt on the table. "All right, it's ten thirty. You set the webcam up, I'll go call the papers and I'll also have to check in with our partner."

 Catwoman went downstairs while Kitty went to the other room, sat at the computer terminal and began typing. She felt it was a stupid distractions and wanted to get it over with, move on to the real business of getting rich. Catwoman owned the whole building, she used this half of the top floor as her computer area. She did her website from here. She hired Kitty, a computer whiz, bored with being a programmer, to set it up and run it. Her real name was Miranda, but Catwoman insisted on calling her Kitty. Catwoman and Kitty, yeah, there's something not right with that woman. Kitty was a hard-core lesbian, Catwoman was bisexual, didn't take long for them to get in to bed together. When Catwoman needed a computer expert for this job, she approached Kitty, who was very anxious to become financially independent. Only problem, she had to wear this cat suit. No big deal, it was like playing a game, the money was what was important. She was preoccupied typing when she heard someone clear his throat behind her. Kitty turned around and saw a guy standing close to her. "Hey, Babe," he said with a pleasant smile on his face. Before Kitty could react, his right hand shot up and touched something on her shoulder.

Kitty woke up over an hour later. Catwoman helped her up. "Are you all right?" she asked. "What happen?"

 It took a minute before Kitty was able to get her mouth to work. "You have a burglar in the house."

 "What?"

 "Some kid, couldn't have been more then eighteen, sneaked up behind and zapped me with a taser or something. I thought he killed me."

 "What'd he look like?"

 "Never saw him before. White dude, like I said, young, about eighteen; tall, real lean, short brown hair, and wire rim glasses. I was just work at the terminal, I turned around and there he was."

 "He did something to the computer," Catwoman said, as she stared at the screen.

 Kitty went to the terminal and began to type. After several minutes, Catwoman asked, "Well, are we going to be able to expose Batgirl online?"

 Kitty shook her head. "No, we're not going to be able to do anything. Whoever the son of a bitch was, he put a virus in your computer, one I've never seen before. The hard drive is fucked, all your files are completely corrupted, this computer is useless."

 "The CDs! Where are they?"

 Kitty looked up, "I put them on the table over there. Ah shit, their gone. The scumbag took them."

 "It was a set up all along, we been double crossed," an angry Catwoman said. "He must have sent this kid."

 "Who?"

 "I think your boss is referring to me."

 Catwoman and Kitty turned around; a man was standing by the doorway.

 "How did you get in here?" Catwoman asked.

 "I merely followed the path blazed by your young intruder. You know, for someone who makes her living breaking in to places, you’d think you would know how to prevent it from happening to you, yet it's was embarrassingly easy for him to bypass your security system."

 Bats is fully awake when I walk in to the room. I'm relieved; she looks OK.

"What are you doing here," she asks.

 I pull out my lock pick and start working on the cuffs on her wrists.

 "I was coming out of the library when I saw them carrying you out. Seeing you handcuffed and unconscious bought back such fond memories of the summer, I decided to follow along and crash the party."

 "It's too dangerous here, you have to get out," she tells me.

 I freed her hands. "Brilliant idea, you don't mind if I free you first and take you with me." I hand her the utility belt and kneel down to work on her ankles. As she puts on her belt, I get the cuffs off her ankle. She then puts on her boots.

 "Why are they always taking off my boots?"

 "It's the only way to cuff your ankles, your boots are too thick."

 "Sounds like your speaking from experience." Bats and I look up. Catwoman and her assistant are standing at the doorway. What surprises me was Professor Scarletti is standing behind them and he's holding a big pistol. For a second we all stand there staring at each other, the awkward silence. I'm the first to break it. "So Leo, you going in to business for yourself?"

 He shrugs. "The racetrack has not been kind to me and bookies are very persuasive when it comes to paying up."

 The assistant looks at me. "What the hell did you do to my computer?"

"Oh that? I unleashed Igor on it."

 "Igor?"

 "That's my virus, I developed him from nothing. He's my baby. Hungry little guy, isn't he? Eats up files until nothing's left."

 Catwoman doesn't look pleased. This is a problem, first because she's looking at me and second because she has this bullwhip wrapped around her shoulder. "I don't know who you are but you've been a royal pain in my ass."

 "Sorry about that. If you give me half a chance I'll make your ass feel much better."

 "Worry about your own ass," she says as she begins taking the whip off her shoulder.

"I don't have time for that darling," Leo tells her.

 "Make time," Catwoman comes back.

 "You don't understand," Leo cocks his pistol and points at Cats head. "You don't have the time either."

 Cats and the assistant both stare at him. "This is a double cross," Cats hissed.

 "You are one stupid bitch," he explains. "What the hell did you think I needed you for? I could have downloaded the data and walked out of there anytime I wanted. After all, I am the director of the project."

 "Then why did you use her?" asks Bats.

 "Because Batgirl, Wayne industries have some of the finest security people on the planet. If advance information about the new game engine showed up on the market, they would have launched an investigation and I would have been the first person they’d suspect. I needed what you call a fall guy, or in this case, a fall bitch."

 I smile. "What you're saying is you didn't disable all the security systems at the lab?"

 "That's right, there's a perfect digital feed of Catwoman and her assistant breaking in, downloading the data and even her fight with Batgirl. When Wayne's security people see it, they'll have no doubt who's responsible."

 "You fucking bastard!" Cats screams.

 Don't let my cool demeanor and sharp wit fool you, I'm scared shitless. Leo's gun looks like a forty-five. I have a pretty good idea how much money is involved. Would he kill four people for it? Hey, read the newspapers, people kill all the time and for a hell of a lot less then what was involved here.

 Just when it all looks bad, Bats nudges me and whispers to shield my eyes and cover my ears. I'm confused for a minute, but I see her reach in to her belt and throw something across the room. I close my eyes and cover my ears just in time. Even with my ears covered I hear a loud bang. I open my eyes and see Leo, Cats, and the other bitch looking like the three blind mice; something has blinded them. Bats takes off, heading straight for Leo, but Cats walking around disoriented accidentally gets in her way, Bats collides with her. Leo starts firing, he's shooting blindly, but no one is standing in the same place, so he's missing everybody. I run a circular route to him; clamp one of my hands on the wrist of his gun hand and bring the stun gun up to his neck.

 "Aaaarrrggg," he screams as he goes down. I shock he a second time, just to be sure, and....well, because I'm beginning to enjoy shocking people, it's fun! I take his gun away from him. I'm thinking it was over, but it's not. Catwoman's asshole assistant attacks me from the back, attaching herself to me and pushing me against the wall. Her hands were on my wrists, so I couldn't bring the stun gun or Leo's pistol to bear on her. We struggle for a few minutes before I realized something, she’s not in to martial arts; this bitch doesn't know anymore about fighting then I do. With both hands busy, I did the only thing I could think of, I threw my head back hard and head butted her. I scored a hit on her nose and heard it go crunch. Blood starts coming out as she yells. Her grip on my arms weakened, I turned around and belted her across her face with Leo's gun. She falls back holding her face and our fight is over. I look over at Bats and Cats still struggling on the floor. Catwoman pulls something from her pouch, it's a flask. She manages to open it, but in the struggle it drops from her hand and some of the liquid spills. It smells funny, I see Cats assistant cover her mouth and hold her breath. I do the same thing. Despite bleeding from where I hit her, she gets up, runs to the window and opens it. She starts waving her arms, fanning the air. Still holding my breath, I pick up the flask and put the top back on. She goes to the john, wets a towel and wipes the spill, then throws the towel out the window. We both leave the room. I look back; Bats and Cats are both out, lying on the floor next to each other. It looks sexy; maybe I could pose them. Out in the hallway we both take some deep breaths.

 "What the hell was that shit?"

 "Ether," she answers.

 "Cats walks around carrying ether?"

 "Never mind." She feels with her nose. "You bastard, I think you broke it."

 "If you don’t mind, I'll feel bad later."

 We both sit down on the floor. It been a hell of a night and it's beginning to catch up with me. I'm shaking a bit.

"What a night," she says. "I came close to being rich, came close to being arrested, came close to being shot. I got zapped and my nose broken. This is too weird for me. Who the fuck are you, anyway?"

 I wasn't listening to what she's saying because at that moment a plan popped in my mind. I realized there was one inescapable fact that matters; I still had the CDs. I reached in to my pocket, opened the cases and made sure they were not damaged in the fight; they weren't. That's a good thing. She watches me. "That's the stuff dreams are made of. What are you going with them?"

 I closed the cases and put them back in my jacket pocket. Took hold of the gun, just in case. "I'm going to give them to Wayne Industries, because that's the right thing to do. It's the decent thing to do and it's what Batgirl would do."

 She looks at me like I'm brain damaged. "Are you serious?"

 "No, of course not. What do think, I'm stupid? I know what these are worth and I have no problem becoming rich. In fact, it's one of my top priorities in life. Let's drag Leo out here, I want to talk to him."

 "What do we need him for?"

 "How are we going to sell the CDs, take an ad out in the classifieds? He's got the contacts."

 We each grab one of Leo’s legs and drag him out of the room. I throw a glass of water on his face. It still takes several minutes for him to recover. When he finally sits up, I'm sitting on chair, Miranda's leaning against the opposite wall, her nose stopped bleeding. He looks confused. "What happen?" he asks.

 "You lost," I answer.

 "Are the police coming?"

 I shrug. "I didn't call them." The silence hangs in the air. "Leo, I have the CDs."

Leo sat on the floor quietly waiting for me to continue. When I didn't, he smiles. "You want to make a deal?"

 "Maybe," I answer. "You don't seem to have a good track record with partners."

 "I'll try harder."

 "Sure you will. Well, before we start let me explain the bases for this partnership. I don't trust you, not even a little. Anything you say, I'll assume is a lie and check it out completely so don't bother lying to me. Now, how much are these CDs worth?"

 He hesitates. "I've been offered five million for them, but there's a problem. The people I'm dealing with are not the trustworthy. I'm worried about making the exchange. They might try something."

 "What exchange?"

 "When we exchange the CDs for the money."

 I can't believe this guy is a professor of computer science. "Leo, we're not moving a suitcase full of drugs, this is data, there's not going to be an exchange. I'll download the CDs to a secure site, then open up some numbered accounts in a Cayman Island bank. Your people deposit the money in one of the accounts and I'll email them the website address and password. They'll have five days to download the data before I close the website. Meanwhile, I'll transfer two million dollars to my private account, two million to yours, and one million to hers."

"Hey, wait a minute. Why do I only get one million?" Miranda asks.

 "Two reasons, I have the CDs and I have the gun. Besides, how much was Cats offering you?"

 "Two hundred thousand," she answers, almost in a whisper.

 "Oh, poor baby. Look, your walking away from this with a million dollars tax free. You’re going to have to forgive me if I’m having a hard time picturing you as the victim here."

 "What about them?" she asks about Bats and Cats lying on the floor in the other room.

 I shrug. "Let them sleep."

 We finalized the plan, and they both leave. I put Cats in her bed and Bats in the front seat of my truck. Miranda left Cats a note telling her she quit and that she was breaking off their relationship. "You wouldn't believe the things she likes to do in bed." I took notes anyway. Bats finally woke up while I was driving. "My head fells like shit. What happen?"

"Nothing, I'm driving you home. What was that thing you used, my ears are still ringing."

 "Mini flash-bang, Batman gave it to me. What about Catwoman, did she get away?"

 "From what? It was her house, we're the ones that were trespassing."

 "But the CDs and Scarletti?"

 "Oh, they were destroyed before I rescued you. I didn't know what they were so I stic Igor on them, and Scarletti went home."

 "He was going to shoot us? What do you mean he went home?"

 "Look, what are you going to do, testify? The CDs were destroyed, Scarletti is going to erase the feed of Catwoman and you at the lab, Cats and Kitty aren't going to testify and I'm not looking to get on a witness stand either. So, not harm, no foul."

 We rode in silence for a while. "So what happens now?"

 "What do you mean, we pick up your cycle and I take you home."

 "Why don't you stay the night?"

 I looked at her. "Are you serious?"

 "Let me ask you a question, all smartass remarks aside, why did you really come after me tonight?"

 I thought about it for a moment. "Cause I was scared something was going to happen to you."

 "You cared?"

 "Yeah, you don't be with someone for three months and not care."

 "Maybe that should tell you something," she said.

 We got back to her place, I made a pot of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table. We talked well in to the night. Then we went to bed and fucked our brains out. In the morning she called in sick and I skipped class, we spent most of the day in bed making up for lost time. I left her apartment at four in the afternoon, got online and set up the accounts in the off shore bank. Next, I set up the secure website and downloaded the CDs. I called Leo and reported everything was ready and then went back to Bats apartment. We went out that night to eat and dance at the club. Two days later, I visited Hunty and we got reacquainted. It was three days later when Leo called and said everything was ready. The money was deposited in one of the accounts, I emailed them the info and divided the money in to the private accounts. I called Leo and Miranda and gave them their respective account numbers. Leo and I worked together to make it look like the dead grad student, I replaced on the project, was responsible, just in case Wayne's security people started an investigation. Simple rule of survival, always blame someone who can't defend herself. It will probably be a year or two before I decide to touch the money, no reason to call attention to myself, I was making good money at the store and I didn't have any major expense to payoff.

 My life fell back in to a great pattern. On average, two nights a week belongs to Bats, two nights I was with Hunty and one night I rested. Everyone was happy. I still get my power fix because, in case your math skills are off, there are still two days left in the week. On those two nights, I drive down to the mission district, to her building, where she's waiting for me. You see, I was on Cats computer for almost an hour, looking through her files, before I unleashed Igor on them, and I found a very interesting file. It seems she did a job with both Joker and Bane and she held out on them. The job netted a little over three hundred thousand and she told them it was half that. She ripped them off for fifty thousand a piece. I downloaded that file, complete with how she laundered the money, to my computer, before I trashed her hard drive that night. Naturally, I prepared some of my special emails with this file on it. You know, the kind I have to stop from going out everyday. When I explained this to her, Cats threaten to kill me in a very graphic way. I told her I was sure that would bring her a lot of comfort while Bane was snapping her spine in two. What scared her more was when she thought about what Joker might do to her and after he was done, how he might hand her off to his girlfriend Harley Quinn; according to Bats files, these two women hate each other. You could just see the look of defiance and menace melt from her face, replaced with fear when I explain it to her. Like Bats and Hunty, at first she tries not to give me the satisfaction of seeing her enjoying it, but she came around pretty quickly. Miranda told me all about her, so I knew how to approach her. First off, she was in to spanking. You have to admit, there's something perversely ironic about a woman who comes on as a real tough bitch and walks around with a whip, who gets off having her ass beaten red as salsa. She'd strip, go over my knee and I start slapping away. She'd keep yelling harder, until each slap sounded like a gunshot. Not what I was in to, but, hey, I aim to please, especially when I demand so much in return. The fastest foreplay I've ever seen, I'd be slapping away and she'd be there moaning, getting all wet, her nipples getting hard and itchy and she couldn't be happier. After the spanking, she'd be all docile and do what I ordered her to whatout any problems; it was so strange. Anything I ordered she gave with enthusiastic participation. The second little weak spot is she's a bit of a nympho, no really. I get there and she attacks me at the door. We go upstairs to her bedroom and begin with the spanking. After she's warmed up, I get on her big bed and she climbs on top of me. She takes my clothes off while I run my hand over her body and find her nipples, as hard and sharp as arrowheads, and she moans. I bring my mouth to them, licking, sucking and little light bites and she screams with pleasure. Then she would push me away and go after my nipples, sucking and nibbling me. She work her way down, until I finally get to see those thick, full lips wrapped around my cock going up and done like a piston. Amazingly, I didn't cum; I managed to hold it. After a while, I roll on top, grab her hands, push them above her head and go back to working on those firm tits. I can't get enough of them. Cats is not quite the screamer that Hunty is, almost but not quite. What she is, is a constant moaner, she never stops. It's a progression which can take you by surprise, she's moaning alone steady, arching her back, gasping, as she runs her fingers through my hair, then squeals in pleasure and all of sudden starts screaming and I jump because I not expecting it. I run my tongue alone the smooth, shaved pussy lips. I do this for a while, lingering there longer then she wants. She's in torment wanting me to go deeper and I just keep doing her lips refusing. Cats starts grinding her soaking cunt in my face and pulling on my hair, her legs tighten on my shoulders.

 "Ahhhhh! Come on Riley, please," she begs. She knows what I want to hear. Finally; in between pants, "Ok, please Riley, your fucktoy is begging you. Please sir!

 I spread her long legs apart and push my tongue as deep in to her as possible. She goes crazy grabbing the sheets hard, as her hair flies everywhere. When I find her clit and start working on it, I also pump my fingers in to her hole. A little while of that and she can't take it anymore; she jumps up with a scream, grabs and throws me on the bed, rolling over me. Cats grab my cock and rub’s it against her pussy, sort of like she's priming herself. Then breathing hard, with her eyes closed, Cats sinks down, shoving my cock deeper in to her hot, wet pussy. I bend up, grab her tits and suck hard, as she pumps back and forth, pig squealing every time my cock hit one of her special spots. I'm proud to say the kid held his own, because seven times out of ten we do this she orgasm first, before I shoot my load in to her. I rest for about thirty minutes and we do it again. This is what it means to be young.

Cats had three advantages over Bats and Hunty. She was a better kisser, she gives better massages, not to say Bats or Hunty are bad in these departments, but Cats seems to have a natural ability and she's richer. That clichÉ that crime doesn't pay is complete bullshit. Cats lived much better then the other two. I loved spending time in her place; she had a Jacuzzi, steam room, gym, a massive HD TV, the best sound system, everything for gracious living. We go out for dinner or to party and take her Ferrari; that was almost better then sex. She got to like me for the same reason as Bats and Hunty, because of her crazy life, she doesn't get to meet too many people, so her sex life was sub par, as she put it. There are other super criminals she associates with, but she finds Penguin and Two Face disgusting, Bane scares her, Riddler is a moron, she did it with Joker once, never again, she wouldn't say why. She's bisexual, but for some reason, she hates Harley Quinn and all those plants make her uneasy around Ivy. So she says I fill a need in her life. Doesn't matter if I do or don't, it's not like she has a choice. With that file in my possession I have her by the tits and she knows it.

We're sitting there in the Jacuzzi watching the HD TV with surround sound. I'm drinking this beer she imports for me from England. Cats is snuggling close, her head on my chest. She's going on and on trying to convince me to go partners with her on a few jobs. She says my computer and electronic skills would be very useful. Not interested, don't need it. I have an off shore account with two million, a part time job I like, making good money, going to college for free on a scholasship, sex with three of the most beautiful women around and I still have my master plan. An idea pops in to my head; a foursome - Cats, Bats, Hunty and me. I'm working out the details out in my mind. The two heroines know Cats is Selena Kyle, but Cats doesn't know who they are. So Bats and Hunty would have to wear their masks, nothing else, just their masks. I'm picturing them completely naked wearing nothing but their masks; my cock hardens at the thought. Cats wouldn't have to wear her mask but she would, just to make it symmetrical. It has to take place here in Cats bedroom. I will have digital cameras set up to shoot the whole thing because this would be a major event. Cats will do it; she'd have no choice. Hunty's adventurous, she'd warm up to the idea. Bats would take some convincing, but I'm sure I could talk her in to it. I have it all planned out.......but that's another story.

THE END