My Life Of Crime

Part 4

by

Flexman

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The characters in this story, with the exception Riley Parkin and Kitty, all belong to DC comics. This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read it.

I like to thank Blinkmanx for his ideas and contributions to this story.

          I stand there watching them play with Bats for five minutes before Ivy notices me. It’s mesmerizing. Bats is still wearing her mask, nothing else, just her mask. It’s amazing the things that run through your mind when watching one of your girlfriends get jerked off.

          First, for a quick minute, I hope they’d pull her mask off. Why? She wouldn’t be a heroine anymore and I wouldn’t have to worry about her getting shot. She’d be just a regular woman. It’s a bad idea on many levels. To start with Harley and Ivy would know who she is and they’d blackmail her just like I did. I listen to Harley talk about selling her to a pimp. These sick bitches would really get off on watching Bats walk the streets turning tricks or dancing at a strip club. They might even get the bright idea of selling her to an overseas slavery gang in Eastern Europe. Also, if we did became a regular couple, she might insist I give up Hunty and Cats and I wouldn’t like that. Besides, who am I kidding? I like fucking heroines. Harley was right, I do have a heroine fetish. I mean, who wants to fuck a secretary or waitress when you can have women with tone, hard bodies like Batgirl, Catwoman and Huntress.

          The second thing is Poison Ivy. I didn’t know she’d be here. I thought I’d only be dealing with Harley Quin. This changes everything. I read Bats’ files on both these women, but it doesn’t prepare you for dealing with Ivy in person. Pamela Isley A.K.A. Poison Ivy is standing there naked, but her tits, ass and cunt are well covered by a scant suit made up of vines and plants. That in itself is bizarre, but what really gets me is these vines are all growing out of her body. I read about this in Bats’ file, but it’s just not the same as seeing her in person. I mean, think about it, a woman who has plants grow out of her skin. That goes way beyond a green thumb.

          It’s the last thought that occurs to me that’s the reason I’m smiling at them. Bats is having a good time, a real good time. She’s had orgasm after orgasm, and not just regular orgasms, but real off the scale screamers. She’s not having these on her own, she has help. Ivy gave her something to heighten the sensation to epic proportion. Poison Ivy and I have one thing in common, we’re both geniuses, but with different passions. Me, I’m in to the hard sciences - electronics, computers and physics. She’s in to the soft sciences - botany and biology. I come up with electronic gadgets for Bats, Hunty and Cats to use. She comes up with extracts and new uses for plants. Same idea, different side of the street. Obviously, she’s come up with something that arouse people and increases their sexual pleasure. Now, isn’t that interesting. Possibilities began forming in my mind.

          Ivy is giving me a bad look, but Harley smiles.

          “You’re Riley Parkin?” she asks. “I forgot you were coming. I guess my mind is on other things. We were just about to give Batgirl here a gynecological exam.”

          “An anal one too, by the looks of it.”

          “We can’t be too careful. We need to make sure our Batcunt is healthy before she starts her new life as a cock slut for hire.” She looks at Ivy. “Ms. Herrera doesn’t feel she can handle the job. She recommended him. She says he’s the best hacker she knows.”

          Ivy is still standing there, holding an unconscious Bats by the neck, while looking me over. I’m not sure she likes what she sees. Ivy lets Bats drop to the floor. “Can you do it?” she asks in a less then friendly voice.

          “Do what? You still haven’t told me what you’re after.”

          “I didn’t want to talk about it on the phone,” Harley cuts in. “I was worried if you knew you might chicken out and not come. We need you to break in to Lex-Corp’s network.”

          Great, they’re ambitious. “And why do you want to do a thing like that?”

          Harley flashes her smile and giggles. “We’re not going to tell you.”

          “Come again?”

          “The less you know the better. We’re going to be standing over your shoulder. We’ll tell you where to go and when we get there we’ll tell you what we need.”

          For a minute I stand there staring at them. Then I begin to rub the bridge of my nose as I think about what I’m going to say and more importantly how I’m going to say it. Finally, I begin talking.

          “Can I ask you a question? Are you completely out of you mind or have you been smoking your friend’s bra? Look, I don’t know what you two think it is I do, but hacking in to a network, especially one as sophisticated and well guarded as Lex-Corps’, is not like window shopping at the mall, nor is it a big scavenger hunt. Think of it as a precision strike, or better yet, a hit and run raid, a real very fast hit and run raid. I have to be in and out of there faster then the Flash. Before my fingers ever even touch the keyboard I have to know exactly what I’m looking for and where is it. There’s a lot of research that goes in to an operation like this. So, no, you’re not going to be standing over my shoulder telling me where to go. If you two want this to work you’re going to have to tell me exactly what you’re looking to do, in as much detail as possible.”

          Harley turns to Ivy, as if waiting for an answer. Ivy just glares at me. I get the impression I piss her off.

          “Lex-Corps has a real estate development division,” Ivy says.

          “I know.”

          “They have plans to develop an upper class community, a real high price development full of mini mansions and a super mall.”

          “So?”

          “They’re planning on putting this development in a corner of Righland Heights that’s been designated a environmentally protected area. To do this they need a variance from the planning board. Normally no planning board would ever give Lex-Corp a variance for that area. It’s an environmental treasure, it has some of the most magnificent vegetation, innocent plant life that never hurt anybody. That area should be left alone, to flourish and grow in all their glory, not be converted in to one of Luthor’s obscene monstrosities.”

          “So what’s the problem?”

          “Luthor got the variance!” she screams at me. There’s a rage in her voice that makes me question her sanity. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone this pissed off before. “He bribed and blackmailed every member of that planning board.”

          “So? That’s the way he always does business, what else is new?”

          “Are you retarded or something? I’m going to stop him. I want you to get in to his data base and get me evidence of the bribery and blackmail. I’ll see that reporters at the Gotham Herald and the Daily Planet get it. The publicity will bring about an investigation that will stop this abomination from happening.”

          I stand there staring at her for a moment as I realize she’s serious. For a moment I’m speechless. “You two really don’t have any idea what you’re doing, do you? Where did you get the idea that you could find this evidence in Lex-Corp’s data base?”

          This pisses Ivy off even more. “Where else would it be?” she literally spit out. No doubt about it, this bitch is too emotionally involve.

          “Anywhere but,” I answer. “If he were to put evidence of wrong doing on his own corporate data base, he might as well call the cops and turn himself in. His data base is always the first place investigators look at. Those would be the first records they’d subpoena. Give the man some credit, he’s not an idiot. He’s not going to make such an obvious mistake.”

          Now she stops and thinks. Slowly her anger leaves her and she begins to look a little dejected. She knows I’m right. “So you’re saying there’s nothing we can do?”

          I shrug. “I didn’t say that. The days of bribing someone with a suitcase full of cash are long gone. It’s all done with secure transfer of funds between overseas banks. I’m sure he’s using a data base somewhere but I doubt it’s called www.evidenceofmycrimes.com. If you want my advise, start at the other end and work your way back. Look at the people getting bribed and blackmail. Tear apart their lives and find out how it was done and then trace it back to Lex-Corp. That’s how I’d do it.”

          She’s looking at me in a different way, not so hostile. “You know your stuff,” she tells me. “Can you do it?”

          “Maybe, but we’re back to the same question I asked on the phone, what’s in it for me?”

          “We’re trying to save countless number of innocent plants from destruction.”

          “And that’s very admirable. What’s in it for me?”

          “You’re impossible,” Ivy yells in frustration.

          “Look,” Harley points to Bats on the floor. “You can fuck Batgirl. Would you like that? Be the first geek who fuck’s a superheroine. She’ll do what ever you want, she’ll suck you like a vacuum, lick your balls raw, you can have her in any position you like, as many times as you like and she even likes taking it up the ass. Your dreams come true. And once she starts her new life as gutter whore, we’ll arrange for you to get a freebie every week. How’s that?”

          I pretend to think about it for a moment. “OK, let me have her.”

          “Wow, not so fast. We’re in the middle of production right now. Give us another hour or so. You can have her when we’re done.”

          “Ok, that’s cool. I wouldn’t want to keep you from your hobby, but one thing, don’t unmask her.”

          “Why? That’s our big finish.”

          “You can do that after I’m done with her. I want to fuck Batgirl, not her secret identity. For all I know she could be some bookkeeper, librarian or secretary. Our deal is I get to have my fantasy and that’s to have a mask heroine not some common wage slave or bored rich girl.”

          “All right, we can handle that. We’ll hold off unmasking her for later. But we still need another hour. Think of it as us getting her warmed up for you.”

          “Why thank you, that’s so sweet.”

          “I thought they were torturing her,” Kitty says. “I kept hearing her scream.”

          “No,” I explain. “What you heard is her having orgasms.”

          “Are you joking?”

          “No, they gave her something that makes her super horny.”

          “Amazing. You think you can talk them in to selling me some of that stuff?”

          “I don’t know, it didn’t occur to me. Why don’t you ask her?”

          “My God, those two psychos missed their calling. They should be giving spa treatments. If I could give my girlfriends orgasms like that they’d worship me.”

          “Excuse me, can we focus on the situation at hand, or did you forget we’re still in this warehouse with those two morons as our hosts. We need to get out of here and while we’re at it, rescue Batgirl and get the disk in that camera.”

          “Oh, is that all. I was worried you wanted to do something really hard. You don’t, by any chance, have any idea how we’re going to do this?”

          I smile. “You really think I walked in here unprepared? I have a plan.”

          “Great, last time you had a plan you tazered me and broke my nose.”

          “Yeah and you walked away with a million dollars tax free.”

          “Well yeah, there was that. All right, let’s hear it. How much worse can this whole thing get.”

          Harley revived Batgirl, Ivy quick sprayed more of her pheromones on her and both women resumed the festivities. It was Harley’s turn to work on Batgirl’s breasts with her hands, mouth and teeth. Meanwhile Ivy played with Batgirl’s pubic mound. The pheromones made it hard for Bargirl to even concentrate, much less resist.

          “Oh, stop,” she moans, but that only encourages her two antagonists even more as they increase their efforts on her helpless body. Ivy slips her two fingers between her hot, wet pussy.

          “Please stop,” Batgirl softly repeats her plea.

          “If you really want us to stop why are you so wet?” asks a giggling Ivy.

          Harley is enjoying it even more. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she says as she bend down and kisses Batgirl deeply.

          Batgirl is going out of her mind as all she can feel are Harley’s full lips in an erotic kiss that seems to go on forever, all the while Harley’s hands first rolls her nipples between her fingers then pinch and tug them. Her breast first begin to tingle then throb. The entire area between her legs is on fire as Ivy’s fingers, with their long nails, find and work her special spot.

          “Ohhh!” Batgirl moans louder. She has to fight it. She can’t let these two bitches win, but it’s getting worse, or better, depending on how she looked at it. Ivy withdraws her fingers and now inserts her tongue between her pulsing pussy lips.

          “Mmmmm!” Batgirl resistance crumbles with each passing second. 

          Harley stops kissing Bat’s lips and starts kissing and nibbling her way down, first her ear, then her cheek, down to her neck, shoulder and finally sucking and nibbling an engorge nipple with an unbridle enthusiasm while still playing with the other nipple in her hand. Ivy inserts a vibrating dildo in Batgirl’s love hole then starts sucking and nibbling her clit while still massaging her G-spot with her finger.

          “Ohhh!” Batgirl’s breathing becomes labored. “Oh my...AHHHH!” She screams as she rushes to climax and then it hits her like a bolt of lighting. She arches her back as both Harley and Ivy continue their nonstop determined assault on her body. They continue licking, sucking and massaging her body through the longest, most powerful orgasm Batgirl ever experienced.

          “Hey, you know what?” Harley realizes. “We’re doing all the work here while she just lying back and enjoying it. That’s not right,” she tells Ivy. “I think we’re entitled to be serviced too.”

          Harley removes her pants and G-string and steps over Batgirl’s face. She squats down to within an inch from Batgirl’s mouth. “You might as well get use to it, babe. Eat me, Batslut.”

          Batgirl does not comply. “Ooo, saying no is bad habit to get in to, Batpussy. We need to rid you of that.”

          She signal’s Ivy who clamps her teeth on Batgirl’s engorge clit. Batgirl screams and bucks her hips but Ivy will not let go.

          “Stop!” Batgirl cries.

          “Only you can do that, Babe,” Harley replies. “You know what you got to do.”

          Batgirl resists for only another minute but finally relents and begins licking and sucking Harley’s pussy. “More enthusiasm Batwhore, because if I don’t cum it will get worse.” Batgirl obliges as she licks and sucks Harley’s pussy with wild abandonment. It doesn’t take long for Harley to get in to it, as she begins gasping and playing with her own tits, manipulating her own nipples hard. Meanwhile Ivy stops biting and proceeds sucking Batgirl’s clit while she furiously slipping two fingers in and out her cunt. Within minutes Batgirl completely losses it as her whole body shakes with pleasure and cum runs down her thigh. A minute afterward Harley screams and explodes on Batgirl’s face.

          My turn,” Ivy declares. Reluctantly Harley changes places with Ivy. Pretty soon, Harley brings Batgirl’s legs up. She sticks her tongue in Batgirl’s pussy while pumping two finger in Batgirl’s asshole. Ivy grabs hold of Batgirl’s tits, playing with them and riding Batgirl’s face like a stallion. The combination of Ivy’s pheromons and her own monster orgasms has Batgirl delirious as she can’t get enough of Ivy’s pussy, sticking her tongue up as far as it will go.

          “Oh, yes. She is so good at this,” moans Ivy. The pattern continues as Batgirl’s pussy again explodes in a powerful orgasm and a minute later Ivy goes off all over Batgirl’s face. Both villains quickly lie on either side of Batgirl and each takes one of the helpless heroine’s nipples in their mouths, sucking and biting. Harley’s hand reach’s for Batgirl’s sore clit and Ivy again sticks her fingers in Batgirl’s love hole. Both villains work on Batgirl mercilessly, driving her to yet again to another mind blowing orgasm.

          While all three women are engross in what they’re doing, they fail to notice Riley and Kitty slip out of the side room and silently dart across the floor to the stairs. For a moment the sight of the three women freezes Kitty in her tracks as she stands there staring, wide eyes, mouth open, at the scene. Riley reaches back, grabs her elbow and forces her to continue toward the stairs. As they climb up the stairs, they hear Batgirl’s latest orgasm and the sound of Harley declare triumphantly they had turned Batgirl in to a fucktoy.

          “She’s too later,” I said. “I did that over a year ago.”

          “Yes, Riley,” Kitty answers. “There’s no doubt, you’re a god among geeks. There isn’t a geek in the world who doesn’t wish they were you. If I was straight I’d be worshiping at your feet.”

          “Nah, it wouldn’t work, you’re not a heroine or even a super villain. Therefore you don’t meet my high standards of excellence.”

          “And not a day goes by when I don’t agonize over that,” Kitty says. “I don’t get it, they captured me first. Why is it I get locked in a side room and Batgirl gets pleasured? It’s not fair, I haven’t had an orgasm in over two month. I hate those two bitches.”

          “I think it’s a matter of status,” I answer. “Batgirl is considered an ache nemesis, you’re just a simple hostage. You don’t rate the same.”

          “Story of my life.”

          We reach the upstairs office and I pick the lock. We go for the PA control panel and begin attaching the MP3 player to the ports.

          “Are you sure this is going to work?” Kitty asks me.

          “Yeah, if I can figure out these controls. Let’s just hope those two hyenas are still asleep.”

          “I can see them from here, they’re still out.”

          “Cool, let’s begin. It’s show time.”

          The PA system in the warehouse is working. I turn on the MP3 player and throw the switch. I don’t want it to sound off in the entire warehouse, I just want the sound to go through the speaker in the side room where we use to be. I have to make one or both of them leave Batgirl, go to the side room and open the door.

          “Did you hear that? What’s that sound?” Harley asks, as she looks up from sucking Batgirl’s tit.

          “Yes, I heard it,” Ivy comments. Both women slowly stand up, looking to see where the sound came from. Another crash sounds.

          “It’s coming from the that office,” Ivy points. “It must be Riley and Miranda.”

          “What do you suppose they are doing,” Harley smiles. “Maybe Riley didn’t want to wait. Maybe he getting warmed up too,” she laughs.

          Another crash. “It sounds like they are moving furniture.”

          “I’ll go see,” Harley puts her G-string back on and starts walking toward the side room. “But if they are fucking I’m leaving them alone.”

          When I left them alone with Batgirl to go see Kitty, they forgot to search my backpack, or maybe they were just too preoccupy. That in the super hero trade is call a big mistake. I had stuff in there besides my laptop and stun gun. Batman has his utility belt, I have my backpack. I watch Harley get dress, pick up her big gun and walks to the room we were in. She’s about to get a first hand look at some other stuff I carried in my backpack. Kitty and I look out the office window at the warehouse floor below, watching her walk up to the door. She first knocks.

          “Hey, what are you two doing in there?” She asks with her fucking giggle. “You two want to keep it down in there, we’re trying to work here.”

          The MP3 player I hooked up to the sound system is still going. Another series of crashes emanates from the room. Harley knocks again and still no response. She looks back at Ivy and shrugs, then reaches for the door knob and turns it. Kitty and I hold our breaths as Harley opens the door and sticks her head and shoulders in the room. That’s when the gas canister goes off shooting a large white cloud of gas in her face. A minute later the cherry bomb sound off. It’s not that big a boom, but in an empty warehouse the sound carries, and the echo makes it sound louder then it is. Harley gets knocked on her ass as the cloud of gas around her gets bigger.

          I booby trapped the gas canister to the door. Harley tripped it when she opened it. The canister is not a bomb, it’s just design to spread a large cloud of knock out gas fast. The only sound it makes is a light pop. But if that’s all that happen, Ivy, being an expert in such things, might have figured it out and just moved to avoid the area, but because of the cherry bomb, she assumed it was an explosive charge and all the smoke is part of the it. So she does what we’re hoping she’d do, runs to see how Harley is. In doing so she runs right in to the ever expanding cloud of gas, breathing it in. Within a minute both women are coughing violently and shortly after that they both pass out.

          That’s when Kitty and I move. We run down the stairs, holding our breaths as we move past the area where the smoke is and head straight for Bats several yards the other way. I get to the camera, pop the DVD out and put in my backpack. I then get Bats’ utility belt, snap it around my waist and throw her cape over my shoulders. Kitty finds her hand bag and cell phone. Then she picks up the rest of Bats’ uniform, boots and gloves.

          “Why is this so heavy?” she asks.

          “Because it Kevlar,” I answer. I stick one of my arms under Bats’ knees and the other under her shoulders and lift her. Hey, I’m not Superman, lifting bodies for me is not easy. Fortunately, since she’s naked, she also lighter than usual.

          We get out of there through the back door and I lead Kitty to Bat’s car parked two blocks away. This is the warehouse district and it’s after midnight, so the streets are deserted. On the way to the car we only run in to one homeless wino, who looks at us funny.

          “We’re not real,” I tell him as we pass by. “It’s just a hallucination.”

          We get to the car and I lay Bats’ across the back seat face down because she still has her hands cuff behind her back. Then I pop the trunk and we throw in my backpack and her uniform, all except her mask causes she still wearing that. Kitty doesn’t know her secret identity so I can’t take that off. Kitty and I get in the front and we’re out of there. I don’t speed or drive crazy, I don’t want to give a cop a reason to stop us. It would be hard to explain why I have a naked woman in the back seat wearing only a Batgirl mask and handcuffs. I figure the old “we’ve been to a costume party” line won’t work since Kitty and I are not wearing any.

          After a few miles, we both start breathing again. I can’t believe, I pulled it off. I rescued everybody. This super hero crap is not so hard, it’s actually a little fun.

          “So how are you doing?” I ask Kitty.

          “Shaking,” she answers. “We did it.”

          “What’s this we shit Kimo Saby?”

          “Oh, excuse me. Riley you’re my knight in shining armor, my hero. You saved me, how can I ever thank you. If I was straight I’d give you a gratitude fuck. Hey, wait a second, where’s you truck?”

          I gave her an evil look. “It’s in the shop.”

          “Oh, hell of a time for it to breakdown.”

          “Yeah, tell me about it,” I answered a little louder then I should have.

          “Ooo, excuse me. Obviously a sore subject.”

          “Let’s just say hanging out with heroines sometimes has it’s down side. So what’s the next move, you want to go home?”

          “They had my wallet, they’d know my address. How long are those psyco bitches going to be out?”

          I shrugged. “Depends how much gas they took in. Probably about another four or five hours.”

          “Shit, that means they can come after me. Why don’t we call the cops and have them pick the two bitches up.”

          “I have a better idea. You spend the night in a hotel, call in sick the next two days and lay low. By this time, day after tomorrow, it’ll be over.”

          She looks at me funny. “You have another plan, don’t you?”

          I smile. She rolls her eyes. “All right. Drop me off at the Hilton. After tonight I need a couple of days off anyway.”

          As we approach the Hilton Bats stirs in the back seat. I stop the car across the street from the hotel entrance. Bats sits up and aggressively starts kisses my neck and sticking her tongue in my ear. “I want you,” she says. “My pussy is on fire, stick that big cock of yours in it, NOW!”

          I smile at Kitty as she gets out of the car. “Women are always saying that to me. It’s so embarrassing sometimes.”

          “My lord,” Kitty says. “After all the action she got tonight, she’s still in the mood? Are you sure she’s not really Supergirl?”

          “I think Ivy’s love potion hasn’t worn off yet.”

          Kitty shuts the door behind her. “Hey, I’m glad one of us is going to get lucky tonight.”

          Fortunately Bats’ hands are still cuffed behind her so she can only do things with her tongue. Not a problem, I’ll get her back to her apartment, get the cuffs off and do my best to help her get over Ivy’s potion, even if it takes me all night and well in to tomorrow. I start moving the car when I realize something. I hit the brakes. Wait a second, where the hell was I taking her?

          The only way to get through the secret entrance was with the Batcycle. The door was geared to open only when the Batcycle transmitted a signal. I’d need the tracker in her utility belt, which I put in the trunk, to even find where she put the cycle and when I did, Bats didn’t look like she was in any condition to ride it. Even if I can get her dressed we’d still have to walk back to her apartment from the parking structure half a block away. All that would have to happen is someone with insomnia to look out their window or peep hole to see Batgirl and me going in to Barbara Gordon’s apartment. I could leave her in the car while I go back to her apartment and get some civilian clothes for her, have her change in the car, but the way she was acting right now I was nervous about leaving her alone. Shit! And those cameras Wayne has watching her apartment, I forgot all about them. Bats would hate it to be seen like this by Wayne and the Canary. That would be something to explain. I have the keys to Hunty’s place but all the same problems apply to going there and Wayne has cameras watching her place too.

          “Please Riley, don’t torture me,” Bats pleads. She’s on her belly on the front seat with her face resting on my crouch, trying to unzip my fly with her teeth.

          “I want your cock in my mouth, NOW! Hurry up you cunt tease, open your pants before the bite it off.”

          I got to get me some of Ivy’s little potion. So many thing I could do with it, but back to my immediate problem. Hotel is out of the question. Motel? I’d have to leave her alone to checked in. I’m worry she might attack someone. I’m running out of option. Then it hits me. No, Bats will kill me in the morning. This is an idea with far ranging consequences, but at the moment I couldn’t think of any other option. It’s a twenty minute drive from where we at. I have to keep Bats occupy in the meantime. I unbutton my jeans, unzip my fly and pull out my hard cock in all it’s glory. Bats attacks it. I hope I can still drive.

          I make it in seventeen minutes, barely. I pull in to the back of the building, out of sight, close to the back door and kill the engine. I pick the cuffs open and she immediately goes for my pants, she wants them off.

          “In a minute darling, let’s get inside.”

          “I can’t wait.”

          “Yes you can,” I open the car door and get out. She does too, but still doesn’t want to wait. She’s all over me as I open the back door and deactivate the alarm. I get her inside, relock the door and reactivate the alarm. It’s not easy doing all this with a naked masked woman desperately trying to rip your clothes off. As I drag her up the stairs I keep repeating to myself: Please don’t let Cats be home, please don’t let Cats be home. Hey, she’s a creature of the night. That’s when she operates, so it’s unlikely she is home. With a little luck, whatever Ivy gave Bats will wear off before morning and I’ll be able to get her home before Cats gets back. That was the plan and it survived only until I got her to the second floor. That’s when I saw Cats standing there in the hallway wearing nothing but her G-string, staring at us.

          “Oh, I sorry, did we wake you? I hope she wasn’t being too loud,” I tell her.

          She continues to stare, but her face breaks in to a smile.

          “You got me a gift, how sweet. Is it my birthday all ready? And I didn’t even get you anything, I’m so embarrassed.”

          Before I can answer Bats throws her arms around my neck while wrapping her thighs around my waist, tight and french kisses me. I do manage to say on my feet, but it’s not easy.

          “You know, every time I called Batgirl a slut, whore, tramp, I thought I was speaking figuratively. It’s nice to see it’s really true.”

          “Sorry to disappoint you, but Poison Ivy gave her something that’s making her act this way.”

          “Oh, she was exposed to little Pamela’s pheromones. They are a bitch, aren’t they?”

          “You sound like you’re speaking from experience. Did she ever get you with them?”

          The smile quickly disappears. “Let’s not talk about that.”

          “Too bad. I’m thinking maybe I should take her to a hospital or something.”

          “No, it’ll wear out in a few hours and she’ll be back to her usual annoying, bitchy self. All you have to do is have sex with her in the meantime.”

          “Well, that doesn’t sound too hard. I’ll just take her to one of your spare bedrooms and get to work on that.”

          “Why Riley, you know I have the biggest bed in the building. It will make it easier for all three of us.”

          “As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think she’ll appreciate that in the morning.”

          “Maybe not but you’ll still need my help. Ivy’s pheromones are very powerful. As great as you are in the bedroom, let me assure you, you will run out of gas long before she does.”

          “Oh, I haven’t thought of that.” A big smile comes on my face, despite my efforts not to look so please. “Well, since it is for her own good, I guess we don’t have any choice, do we?”

          I get naked fast, not fast enough for Bats, but fast just the same, and sit on the edge of the bed. I start by watching Bats and Cats begin on each other. Naturally Cats is the aggressor as she pressed her finger against Bats’ opening. Bats’ gasps and throws her head back, biting her lip as Cats dips her finger inside her.

She then kneels down between Bats’ open thighs and began to flick her tongue over Bats’ wet pussy. Bats’ hips starts moving like a wave as Cats’ head buries itself between Bats’ tense up legs. Hey, there was nothing like two beautiful women getting it on.

          I decide to watch for a while as Bats digs her fingers in Cats’ hair, pushing her pussy upward to meet Cats’ probing tongue. After several more minutes of Cats licking and kissing Bats’ hot pussy, she starts to scream out in ecstasy, as her body begins to quake. It looks like an orgasms is coming. Now is a good a time to join the fun. I come up behind Cats, who was on her hands and knees on the large bed licking Bats. Her gorgeous ass is up in the air, wiggling. I slap her ass hard, making Cats gasp with her mouth still on Bats’ mound.

          Bats doesn’t seem to know I’m even there as she’s in such an aroused state of ecstasy. She’s holding Cats’ head tight between her quivering thighs, her hips rising as she moans and gasps. I stroke myself preparing to enter Cats’ wet pussy. I spread my legs apart slightly to position myself, and then rammed my cock hard inside Cat, causing her face to press hard against Bats pelvis. Bats screams out surprised at the sensation. I grabbed Cats’ rolling hips and start pumping, pushing deeper and deeper inside Cats’ tight pussy.

          Cats is completely focus on both my surprise intrusion and the Bats’ pussy juice. The harder I fuck her, the more eager she eats Bats, until they both erupt.

          "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yesss!" Bats cries out as Cats can only make a mumbled sound, "Mmmmmmm!"

           Bats continues moaning with ecstasy as yet another climax shakes her body. She now paying attention and seems to like watching me as I fuck Cats from behind, slapping her ass. She looks like it turns her on. I don’t see any hint of jealousy in her eyes at all. She actually looks like she enjoys watching us as much as she enjoys Cats working on her pussy. She moves closer to me and whispers in my ear, “My turn.”

          I switch position with Cats and start fucking Bats. Pretty soon I’m making Bats scream by fucking her senseless on the bed, holding her legs straight up in the air by the ankles as I pump Bats hard between her thighs. Cats stands behind me rubbing her crotch and fat tits against my back as she rubs my shoulders, and licks my neck and ears. After I finally make Bats climax, I pull out and issue an order to both women, "Okay, it's time to polish Riley’s bone."

            This is the part I like best. I stand between Bats and Cats holding my cock in my hand as these two horny nymphomaniacs eagerly go down on me. It’s incredible to watch as they fight to suck my cock. Their mouths and tongues do a number on me, and I can't hold it anymore. I unloaded and come all over both their open mouths and faces. They lap at his cock, licking and panting. Then after a full minute of rubbing my wet cock over their cheeks and lips, I order them to lick it off of each other's faces and, of course, they do. They eventually find each other's mouth, and soon the two women are both kissing each other passionately, breathing hard through their noses. Their tongues touch and explore, gently at first, and then get more aggressive. I can’t get over how these two women kiss and touch each other, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to them. I like the way they grind their hips, trying to press their intimate areas against one another. The both reach around and grab each other by their firm ass cheeks and mew like kittens as they locked together. This causes both of them to erupt again. We all fall in a sweating, panting heap, exhausted from our little impromptu orgy. Cats and Bats lay on either side of me, nuzzling and kissing my neck and chest while I recover. Within minutes, they’re fondling my balls and stroking my cock to get me going again.

          It takes several minutes of their gentle persuasion to get me hard again. I don’t need to get up, they do all the work. Bats climbs on top of me and starts riding me. I love the feel of her firm ass bouncing on top of my me. Being on top is Bats’ favorite position and it’s not long before she starts screaming again. What a screamer. Meanwhile, Cats goes on all four over my face. This allows me to suck and bite her hard nipples while I reach over with one of my hands and finger her wet cunt. Pretty soon her body starts quaking and I can feel her climaxing again. She lets go first. A minute later Bats and I shoot out loads at the same time.

          And just like that, it’s over. Bats passes out on top of me. That’s all she wrote for her. She lays there on the bed out of it. As usual Cats starts feeling superior. She goes around picking each one of Bats’ limp legs and arms up and letting them drop. Then she takes hold of one of Bats’ nipples, pulls her tit up, lets go and watches it snap back down. This seems to amuse her, she does several times.

          “Don’t even think about it,” I tell her. “You’re not pulling her mask off.”

          “Yeah, I know,” she answers. “Still, I’m enjoying the moment,” she smiles. “Here she is, I got to put my hands on all over her uptight ass. Never thought it would happen.” She uses two fingers to open Bats’ labia lips, sticks her middle finger inside and wiggles it.

          “Maybe she liked it and will want to come back,” I suggest.

          “Maybe,” she remarks. “Maybe not, I always figured she was very repressed.”

          I shrug. “Not as much as she once was. She’s come a long way.”

          “You have a very interesting effect on people.” She pulls her finger out, stretches her arms over her head. “I feel like a shower. Come on, I’ll do your back.”

I hesitate. “Don’t worry, she’ll be all right. She’ll sleep til morning. I know I did.”

          “Any hang over or side effects,” I ask her as we walk in to her bathroom.

          “I didn’t have any, well maybe just a little tired,” she says. She adjusts the water. Her shower is the kind that has several water nozzles spraying water at you from different angles at the same time. It feels great. We both get in, she soaps the wash cloth and does my back.

          “How does Ivy apply these pheromones?” I ask her.

          “They’re sprayed on, best in the face area.”

          “That’s how they got you?”

          “I don’t wish to talk about it. If I ever get my claws on those two psychos there won’t be enough left of them to scrape off the walls.”

          “What do you know about them?”

          “Why, you set your sights on them?”

          “No, I don’t get turned on by a woman who’s got vines growing out of her skin and Harley is just plain obnoxious. My interest in strictly business.”

          “Strictly business? What are you cooking up?”

          “I’ll tell you later. Just tell me about them.”

          “Well, Harley wants to rob banks and Pamela wants to save the environment. Only problem is she cares more about plants then she does about people, which makes a lot of sense since she more plant that person. They always manage to meet somewhere in the middle. They’re lover, which also makes sense, since they are both hedonists. Somehow they get alone without killing each other, which has always amazed me.”

          “What about Joker?”

          “Pamela hates him. I’m not sure if it’s because she jealous of him and Harley or because she just thinks he’s an asshole. Either reason is valid. All I know is she very happy every time Batman sends him up. So tell me, what are you planning?”

          I tell her, when I’m done she starts laughing and doesn’t stop for several minutes.

          We went to bed and to sleep. I go in the middle, Bats’ on my right and Cats’ on the left. Strangely appropriate all things considered. We’re all naked except Bats and her mask. The problems began in the morning when Bats wakes up first.

          “SHIT!”

          Bats’ scream wakes me. My eyes pop open. I turn my head and see Bats jump off the bed. She pulls the sheet off Cats and me and wraps it around herself. She stands against the wall looking at us. Cats rises up and smiles.

          “Hello love,” she says to Bats. “Sleep well?”

          “Where the fuck am I?” Bats is still screaming.

          “In my bedroom, baby, where the three of us fucked our brains out last night.”

          At this moment I do agree that discretion is indeed the better part of valor, so I keep my mouth shut.

          “What? You skanky bitch, I’ll kick your worthless, whoring ass.”

          “Yeah, like you really could. What’s the matter? You finally had some real sex instead of the usual Batman and Nightwing running a train through you.”

          “Slut!” Bats lets the sheet drop as she runs around to the foot of the bed. Cats also runs around to meet her, their respective tits swing every which way. I now realize what sports bras are really for. They meet in front of me. They both assume a martial arts stand, ready to fight. The only stitch of clothes between them is Bats’ mask. They’re naked, muscles tense, pussies shaved. I’m lying there wondering where the hell is my camera is and if those two wouldn’t mind oiling up a bit before they begin. This has got to be the worst time to get a hard on, and of course, that’s exactly what happens, the scene makes my cock stand at attention.

          Bats notices and gives me a nasty look. “You enjoying yourself?” she asks in a not so friendly tone of voice.

          “Well yeah, but to get off the subject for second, how much of last night do you remember?”

          The question hits a nerve because it freezes her as she thinks. By the expression on her face it obvious that memories are flooding back and they are not pleasant ones. “Oh no,” she says, then repeats it. Odd, if only for a split second, Cats has a sympathetic look on her face.

          “Those two cunt sluts, the things they made me do.” She stands there with her eyes closed looking depressed. Then she bring her head up and looks at me with confusion on her face.

          “Wait a minute, how did you get to be in that warehouse?” she asks me.

          I explain. I don’t tell her about Black Canary or the cameras watching the apartment. I start at the point where Kitty called me, about her not answering her communicator, the GPS tracker telling me where she was and what happen in the warehouse. I don’t elaborate as to what Ivy wants me to do, just that she wants my help in doing some eco-crime, which is technically truth. When I’m done she continues to look at me for a second.

          “Thank you for rescuing me but Harley was recording the whole thing.”

          I shook my head. “I popped the DVD out of the camera before I picked you up. It’s in my backpack.”

          Cats smiles. “Can I see it,” she asks like a naughty little girl asking for an ice cream cone. Bats gives her an evil look.

          “Why did you bring me here?” Bats asks.

          “Process of elimination,” I answer. “Nowhere else I could take you in the condition you were in.” Then I proceed to explain why this was the only option open to me. When I’m done I get dress, go to the car and get Bats’ uniform. She dresses without bothering to take a shower. She anxious to get out of Cats’ townhouse.

          “And you’re not even staying for breakfast?” Cats teases her. “You super heroines are all the same, just interested in cheap, meaningless sex and out you go without so much as a goodbye kiss.”

          “Ain’t that the truth,” I tell her. Bats is not amused.

          I’m driving Bats to where she hid the Batcycle.

          “This thing Ivy wants you to do for her, you’re going to do it, aren’t you?” she asks me.

          “What makes you think so?”

          “Cause you’re not telling me what it is she wants.”

          I shrug. “Believe it or not, this time she’s on the side of the angels. What she wants to do is not against the law, in fact, she’s trying to prevent something bad from happening.”

          “And all of a sudden you’ve decided to fight evil? Bullshit, if you’re helping her it’s because you want something from her.”

          This is disturbing, she’s getting to know me too well.

          “I thought we weren’t going to keep secrets from each other?” she goes on.

          “Yeah, I though so too, which is why you not telling me about Bruce Wayne and his connection to Batgirl and Huntress is just an oversight on your part, not a conscious attempt to keep a secret from me, right?”

          She looks at me surprise and for a minute doesn’t say anything, then she remembers. “The Wayne Foundation luncheon, that was yesterday. What happen?”

          “Let’s just say yesterday was a busy day for me. There were other things that happen besides your little adventure in that warehouse. Didn’t you notice I’m driving your car instead of my truck?”

          She looks away. “There are things that involve more than just Helena and me. We have commitments to other people which I’m sworn to and am not at liberty to talk about with anyone else.”

          “Yeah, I think that’s why they call it a secret.”

          “What happen yesterday to your truck?”

          “I’m not going to talk about it now. I’ll tell Hunty and you all about it in a few days, but not now. There’s something I have to do first. I don’t want you two involved and I don’t want you trying to stop me.”

          She looks at me for a few moments, then takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “Alright, have it your way, you usually do, but I will give you one bit of advice if you don’t mind. Don’t fuck with Bruce Wayne. For the first time in your life you are dealing with someone who is actually smarter then you. He doesn’t lose, ever. If you get in to it with him count on getting your ass kicked big time.”

          It’s a bowling alley, one of the few left in Gotham City. There’s an apartment above it. The noise from the alley below must be hell during the day when it’s open. It’s one in the morning and the alleys are close, so all is quiet. I’m sitting on an easy chair waiting in the dark. They both arrive around quarter after. They turn on the lights and freeze when they see me. “You!” Ivy says.

          For a minute we all just stare at each other, a police siren sounds off in the far distance.

          I went down the list of Joker’s hideouts I gave Bats last week. I knew I found the right one when I saw Bud and Lou. Harley wouldn’t go anywhere without them. The Hyenas are sitting on either side of me and I’m scratching Lou’s head behind his ear.

          “How did you get in here?” Harley asks.

          I shrug. “I picked the lock.”

          “But Bud and Lou should have torn you apart.”

          I smile. “I bribed them. A couple prime rib dinners with garlic burgundy sauce from Johnny’s steakhouse did the trick, after that we all became friends.”

          “I don’t believe it!” Ivy almost screams. “Why do we keep those two sides of beef around for, they’re useless. First Batgirl gasses them and now he bribes them. They’re not good for anything except eating, sleeping and craping everywhere.”

          “They’re my babies,” Harley retorts.

          “Ladies, remember me? I’m still here.”

          “What happen to you in the warehouse?” Ivy asks in accusatory tone.

          “I don’t know,” I answer. “This big massive guy wearing a mask breaks in and tells Miranda and me to get lost. Since getting my skull crush doesn’t agree with me I did what he asked.”

          “Batman?” Harley says.

          “No,” I answer. “I’ve seen pictures of Batman and this guy wasn’t him. He didn’t even have a cape and he looked bigger.”

          “Bane,” Ivy blurts out. “He must have wanted Batgirl for himself.”

          “Can you blame him?” I counter.

          “But how did he know?” Harley wonders.

          “Son of a bitch just got lucky. He probably made her his fucktoy.” Ivy looks at me. “So what are you doing here and how did you find us?”

          “Finding things out is what I do best and as to what I’m doing here, I thought we had a deal.” I reach in to my backpack and pull out a DVD. “This is the information you requested on the planning board.”

          Ivy’s face lights up. “You found out how Lex-Corp bribed and blackmailed the planning board?”

          “Yeah,” I answer. “This DVD contains the data on two of the board members, the chairwoman, Dr. Irene Munson and Jason Baxter, Esquire. Irene is a professor of sociology at Gotham University. She recently received a large research grant from a British company called Sterling Cowpens. Sterling Cowpens is owned by another British company called Yorkton Unlimited, which is a wholly own subsidiary of Lex-Corp Europe. The money trail is well documented on the DVD.”

          “Mr. Baxter missed his calling. Instead of being a lawyer he should have been a catholic priest. It seems he has a taste for young boys. Three days before the board voted on Lex-Corp’s variance he received an email with photo attachments, showing him in action with his boys. It also contained names, dates, hotel rooms, everything and it told him how he should vote at the hearing if he didn’t want a copy of that email going to the wrong places. He deleted the email.” I laugh. “It’s amazing how many people still believe that deleting an email makes it disappear. It doesn’t, it stay in your computer. The DVD has the entire email with the attachments.”

          “Looks like Gotham City is going to be needing a new planning board. The data on the other five members is with Miranda in a safe place. You’ll get it when I get paid.” 

          Ivy’s smile disappears. “But Batgirl is gone, we don’t have her anymore. She probably has her mouth stuffed with Bane’s cock.”

          “Yeah, that does present a problem. Hey, I got an idea, why don’t you give me a bottle of whatever it is you used on Batgirl in the warehouse, you know, to get her in the mood. I’m sure I’ll find some use for that.”

          “Oh no,” Ivy shakes her head. “I’m not going to help you force some girl to have sex with you against her will. I’m not in to helping geeks date rape girls.”

          “So let me see if I got this right. When you and Harley here were doing it to Batgirl, it was OK, but if I want to do the same thing, well that’s different somehow?”

          “But it is different.”

          “How?”

          “For us it was payback. Batgirl has interfered in our personal business many times. She has caused us aggravation and annoyance. She had it coming and besides, she’s a heroine. She chose to be one so she has to suffer the consequences.”

          Interesting logic, but what the hell, I can use it. “No difference,” I point out. “It’s the exact same situation with me. I want to use your pheromones to get payback on a heroine.”

          “What are you talking about? What heroine?”

          “Either of you ever heard of Black Canary?”

          It’s funny. They stare at me for a second and then in perfect unison they both say, “We heard of her.”

          “She’s the target. She trashed my truck with her voice and I’m pissed. That’s my first set of wheels and I put some work in to it and she’s going to pay big time. So that’s the deal, I help you save Richland Heights and you help me get Black Canary.”

          Slowly, Ivy’s face breaks in to another smile. “You’re just full of surprise, aren’t you?” By now Harley is giggling too. “Alright, Mr. Parkin, we have a deal, and when you get your vengeance on that blond bimbo, do be a dear and record it. We’d love to see it.”

TO BE CONTINUED