Batgirl: On The Town 
 by John O'Connor
Disclaimer: Batman, Batgirl, the Joker, Gotham City,
etc. all are owned by DC Comics (Batman & the Joker
were created by Bill Finger & Bob Kane) & Warner
Communications.  The Green Hornet, Kato, Britt Reid,
Lenore Case, etc. were created by George W. Trendle &
(I believe) still owned by Greenway Productions & 20th
Century Fox.  No copyright infringement for profit is
intended.  This is strictly for fun & prurient
interest.
******
Lenore Case, executive secretary for the Daily
Sentinel's publisher Britt Reid, watched the
red-haired girl stride purposely across the press room
from the elevator bank towards her office.  She was in
her early 20's, slender, with long, dark red hair.  As
she came nearer, Casey, as she was known throughout
the paper, saw she was wearing a stylish pair of
wireframe glasses and carrying a Coach handbag.
The young lady knocked on the door jamb of the
glass-fronted outer office politely.  She had a slight
smile on her pretty face.
"Come in, please.  May I help you?" the young
secretary asked.
"Yes, my name is Barbara Gordon from Gotham City.  I
was hoping to see Mr. Reid,"  the visitor replied.
Casey opened her appointment book and asked, "Do you
have an appointment, Ms. Gordon?"
"No, I really didn't have time to make one.  I just
got off the Gotham shuttle.  I'm here on behalf of
Bruce Wayne.  It's kind of an emergency, you see,"
Barbara said.
"Well, without an appointment..." Casey paused.
"Maybe I can help you?  Mr. Reid, to be honest, is out
of the office, possibly for the rest of the week."
"Oh, I see.  Well, my father is Police Commissioner in
Gotham City and Mr. Wayne asked him, as a favor, if
some important information could be relayed to Mr.
Reid through official channels.  Since it really
wasn't strictly police business, I volunteered to
bring it.  The Gotham PD is understaffed at the
present time anyway and I wanted to help,"  the
redhead stopped, looking unsure of herself but really
unsure of the believability of the white lie she just
told.
Lenore Case, believing what the girl said, felt for
her but didn't know what she could do.  She knew that
her boss was off with Kato as the Green Hornet trying
to infiltrate a branch of the East Coast mob and was
incommunicado.
"Perhaps I can help.  If it involves the police in
some way, well Mr. Reid is friends with District
Attorney Scanlon.  Maybe the DA's office can help,"
Casey offered.
Barbara's face suddenly changed from insecure to
determined.  Crossing to the outer door, she pushed it
closed, cutting off the din from the press room.  She
turned back to the young lady behind the desk.  "I
think we need some privacy," she said with a small
grin.
"Mr. Wayne, told me that the Batman and the Green
Hornet had worked together a few times in the past and
Mr. Reid could help me contact the Hornet.  It's
really very important," Barbara said earnestly.  What
she didn't say was that she managed to figure out that
Beid and the Hornet were one and the same, a deduction
the Batman refused to even acknowledge.
The secretary felt tiny alarms go off in her head,
like when Mike Axford said, as he had so many times,
that he had the info on the Green Hornet that would
expose him and put him away for life.  Outwardly
unaffected by these tiny alarms, Casey said, "I don't
know what Mr. Reid could tell you about the Green
Hornet, Ms. Gordon.  The Green Hornet is a known
criminal in this city."
Barbara said, "I'm aware of the Hornet's reputation."
With a charming smile, she added, "And please, call me
Barbara."
"Of course, and I'm Lenore, but everybody calls me
Casey."  Rising, she extended her hand in greeting.
Barbara took her hand and said, "Did you mention a Mr.
Scanlon?  F.P. Scanlon?  At the DA's office?  Maybe he
could help."
"Barbara, have a seat.  Let me make a couple of calls.
 Fortunately, it's slow today."  Casey picked up the
phone and punched in a series of numbers.
While she was talking on the phone, Barbara regarded
the woman behind the desk.  Casey was in her mid-20's
with brown hair loosely tied back.  She had a good
figure when she was standing and seemed to be about
5'9".  'It's automatic' Barbara thought, referring to
her detective abilities.  However, she also noticed
how attractive the secretary was.
Lenore looked up and said, "I'm sorry, Barbara.  Mr.
Scanlon is out with the flu.  I don't know anyone else
in the DA's office as knowledgeable about the Green
Hornet."
Barbara looked thoughtful and asked, "What can you
tell me about local comedy clubs?"
Casey, thrown by the apparent change of subject,
hesitated and said, "Well, there are two in Midtown,
and a popular one in the suburbs across the river,
but..."
Barbara stepped in and said, "Mr. Wayne also asked me
to do a quick look-see about investments in comedy
clubs.  He thinks there'll be a big comeback in them.
Are there any that never made it or never opened?
Maybe available for sale?"
"Let me check with our entertainment editor, Barbara.
Hang on a second," Casey said, still somewhat
confused.
Barbara continued to look at the woman helping her and
decided that she was attracted this girl.  She
considered herself straight but she did occasionally
enjoy making love to a woman.  She could thank the
Catwoman for that!
'Can't do anything about that now.  I'm on the job,'
the redhaired woman thought.  'Still, I might have to
find a reason to see her again when this is all over.'
Barbara noticed Casey replacing the receiver and
leaned forward.  She knew her breasts would be
stretching the material of her blouse in this position
and noted that Casey saw that as well.
"Well, one of the Midtown clubs, Sir Laff-A-Lot, is
having a hard time attracting customers and decent
acts.  Another one, the Comedy Palace, folded about
six months ago," Casey offered.  "Is that what you
were looking for?"
"Yes, it certainly is.  Thank you, Casey, you've been
a big help," Barbara said as she accepted the sheet
Casey had jotted down the information on.  She was
almost certain the Midtown club was a deadend but the
closed club near the wharfs sounded like a
possibility.
Barbara tried to come up with a reason to linger with
the attractive secretary but couldn't come up with
anything, so she said, "Casey, if Mr. Reid returns,
please tell him I'm staying at the Sheraton.  Thank
you for your help."
Shaking the redhead's hand, Casey said, "My pleasure.
Take care Barbara."
As she journeyed to her hotel, Barbara regretted the
work that kept her from asking Casey to drinks or
dinner.  'The life of a crimefighter sucks sometimes,'
she thought, not for the first time.
Entering her room for the first time, she was relieved
to see she had a balcony on the 12th floor. "That'll
make things easy," she said aloud as she opened her
suitcase and removed a black costume with a gold bat
on the front from a secret pocket as well as a wide
gold belt with attached pouches and black collapsible
boots.
'Well, now that I have time to kill, what should I
do?' Barbara thought.  Remembering the pretty Miss
Case, she removed her blouse, skirt, and hose, lay
back on the bed and slid her hand under the waist band
of her panties and slowly stroked herself to several
small orgasms.
Later, as the sun dipped below the skyscrapers to the
west, Barbara closed the drapes, placed her glasses on
the dresser, put contact lenses in her eyes, and began
to don the tight black bodysuit.   She then put on the
belt, pulled on the boots and gloves, and attached a
black cape with gold lining around her slender neck.
After pulling the black cowl over her head, she turned
out the lights in the room, opened the drapes and
stepped onto the balcony.
As Batgirl stepped onto the balcony, she regarded the
building across the way and picked a target.  She
pulled an airgun from a pouch in the back of her
utility belt and fired it.  The compressed air
propelled the unfolding batarang across the width of
the avenue to wrap around a flagpole.  Grasping the
end of the thin, strong cord, Batgirl swung away from
the hotel balcony and across the street.
In this manner she made her way to the waterfront and
the abandoned club Casey had found for her.  As she
neared the old storefront on Trendle Avenue, she
wondered how small town superheroes who couldn't fly
got around.
The neighborhood she found was seedy, to put it in a
good light.  Mainly abandoned warehouses, with some
disreputable looking bars scattered up and down the
street facing the black expanse of the river.
The old club was locked up with for sale and for rent
signs posted on the front.  Batgirl couldn't see any
sign that anyone had been here for sometime.  Pulling
a small pair of Wayne Industry night vision goggles
from another pouch and pulling them over the cowl, she
entered through the broken skylight into the dark main
room.
******
Earlier, as she was getting ready to leave for the
day, Casey picked up the ringing phone, "Mr. Reid's
office.  May I help you?"
"Casey, let me speak to Britt," said the hoarse voice
of F.P. Scanlon, the city's District Attorney.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Scanlon.  You know Mr. Reid is
unavailable at this time," Casey replied, knowing
Scanlon was well aware that Britt Reid was undercover.
"Well, the office called and said the Sentinel had
called for me.  If it wasn't Britt, then who?"
the voice over the phone asked.
"Oh, that was me, Mr. Scanlon.  There was a young lady
in here earlier."  Briefly, Casey filled the DA in on
Barbara's visit.
"Gordon's daughter?  I wonder," the DA paused.
"What is it sir?" Casey felt another of her little
alarms go off.
"Well, the Joker escaped from Arkham Asylum last month
but there has been no sign of him in Gotham City.
Gordon alerted the PD's and DA offices all over the
East Coast to be on guard," Scanlon said.
Casey, having read AP reports on the Clown Prince of
Crime that came out of Gotham, knew he frequently used
old comedy clubs or abandoned studios and theatres
that had specialized in comedy films for his
hide-away.  His Ha-hacienda, the psychopath called it.
Suddenly, all the alarm bells went off!  Barbara had
been asking about comedy clubs!  "Scanlon, I've got to
go," Casey abruptly hung up.  The level of her concern
obvious from the rudeness of her behavior.
Quickly she dialed the Sheraton but got no answer when
the desk rang Barbara's phone.  She then rang Britt
Reid's townhouse, knowing she was wasting her time as
the answering machine clicked on and Kato's greeting
was heard.  She left a quick message, doubting it
would be heard in time.
Slamming down the phone, she ran for the elevators.
'I've got to get to her before she goes to the Comedy
Palace,' the now-scared brunette thought as she
hammered at the elevator call button.
Finally reaching the street, she hailed a cab and gave
the driver the address of the old club on Trendle.
She hoped to head off the pretty visitor.   It wasn't
until she had convinced the driver that she did want
to go to that neighborhood and he pulled away from the
curb that Casey sat back and considered her actions.
'Why am I this concerned with this girl?  She means
nothing to me,' the woman thought nervously.  'If she
was a friend...well, I do like her so she could become
a friend, a very good friend.'
Casey's thoughts raced some more as the cab tore
through the darkness.  'She's also an attractive
woman, but I don't care about her that way,' Casey's
thoughts continued until she thought back to prep
school and her affair with her roommate.  "That was
years ago, and a simple schoolgirl fling.  I'm not
like that anymore."  Casey stopped when she saw the
driver glance at her and realized she had spoken
aloud.
Before she could pursue these thoughts, the cab pulled
up to the abandoned shopfront.  Casey paid the driver
and nervously stood on the crumbling sidewalk.  She
suddenly realized that she had no weapon, no defense,
and no plan.  What could she do?
As she stood there, a loud crash echoed inside the
dark structure.  Without another thought, Casey picked
up a piece of the sidewalk and shattered the front
window.
Crawling carefully over the sill, she tried to see in
the darkness.  The sounds of a struggle, halted at the
crash of the glass, resumed accompanied by a maniacal
laugh.  Casey felt her blood freeze in her veins at
that laugh.  'The Joker!  Oh God, the Joker!'  Casey
stood rooted just inside, her body outlined by the
light spilling in the shattered window.
Suddenly a black shape flew out of the darkness,
grabbed her roughly and threw her to the side.  "Get
down!" the voice hissed.
A shot rang out followed by the sound of the slug
ricochetting nearby.  "Stay here!" the voice again
hissed.  Casey realized that she would have been hit
if this person hadn't knocked her out of the way.
Casey crouched down and managed to say, "I'm looking
for a young girl.  She might be here and in danger."
The voice said, "We're all in danger with that madman!
 Stay here!"  And Casey knew her rescuer had headed
back towards the center of the empty club.  She
thought she saw a flash of gold in the darkness, but
she couldn't be sure.
Outside, the sound of a racing engine and screeching
tires echoed along the empty street.  'The police?'
Casey thought hopefully.
Before she could find out, something flew out of the
darkness and smashed her to the floor, her
consciousness quickly fading.
******
Snippets of consciousness:
   "...asey?  Casey, are you all right?  It's Bar..."
   "...atgril, I presume.  How is she?"  "I think
she'll be alright.  She got hit pretty har..."
   "...put her in the car.  Kato will give you a hand,
Bat..."
   "...talked to Scanlon.  The police are on their
way.  Let's roll, Kato!"  "Right, bo..."
******
Dropping into the pitch blackness of the comedy club,
Batgirl thanked Bruce Wayne for the excellent goggles.
 Every object showed up in a greenish light as she
scanned the interior.  Noticing a door towards the
rear, she quietly crept up to it.
Leaning against the door, she heard voices and a
familiar cackle.  Chills running down her spine,
Batgirl braced herself and kicked the door open.
The Joker and four of his henchmen were around a large
table with a map and various parts of one of his nasty
pieces of equipment.  They looked up startled by the
intruder.
Batgirl, stunned by the bright light in the inner room
coming through the goggles, stepped back as one of the
Joker's men pulled an automatic and began to fire.
She pulled a small, collapsed batarang from a pouch,
flicked it open, and flung it at the gunman's hand.
The point of the batarang pierced his hand, and he
dropped the gun as the Joker screamed, "Get her!"
The light in the back room was suddenly extinquished
and Batgirl saw the other three race towards her.  As
she kicked one in the chest, another tried to grab her
arm.  Balance was on her side, and she flung him over
a table to the floor.
Facing the fourth goon, they were all distracted by a
loud crash as the darkened glass of the front window
exploded inward.
Plainly outlined in the light spilling in was Casey!
Seeing the woman forced Batgirl to change tactics.
She dove backwards for Casey as the Joker pulled an
automatic from his purple jacket and fired towards
them.  The slug whipped over their heads and
ricocheted off something across the street.
As the two girls hit the floor, Batgirl whispered to
Casey to stay down, then leapt up and launched herself
at the white-faced madman.
The Joker grabbed one of his men, and threw him bodily
at Batgirl.   She dodged the flying body and heard a
soft impact behind her.
Dodging the henchman cost Batgirl the night vision
goggles.  Fortunately there seemed to be enough light
from the front streetlight shining through the broken
front window.
At the same time, two figures jumped through the
gaping window.   One was tall in a dark green hat and
overcoat with a green mask.  The other, slightly
shorter man was in a black chaffeur's costume with a
black mask.  Batgirl realized she'd found the Green
Hornet and Kato.  Rather, they'd found her.
Between the three of them, they made short work of the
Joker's men.  The Joker disappeared during the fight
but without his plans or equipment.
As Kato delivered one last kick to a partially
conscious felon, Batgirl ran over to Casey and,
cradling her head in her lap, asked, "Casey?  Casey,
are you alright?  It's Barbara."  She realized too
late that she had said her civilian name while in
costume, a cardinal sin the Batman continually warned
against.
The Green Hornet walked over and said, "Batgirl, I
presume?  How is she?"
Batgirl looked up and said, "I think she'll be
alright.  She did get hit pretty hard by the flying
goon but I don't see any obvious injuries."
"Okay, let's put her in the car.  Kato will give you a
hand, Batgirl."  At the Hornet's statement, the
blackclad martial arts expert came over and helped
Batgirl lift the girl.
As they carried her towards the large, black
automobile in front of the club, Batgirl asked, "How
did you know to come here?  I tried unsuccessfully to
get in touch with you today."
"Well, Batgirl, to answer your question, Miss Case
left a message on Britt Reid's machine.  She was
worried about a young girl, Barbara Gordon," he looked
directly at her as he said this, "who apparently was
coming here."
Kato added, "She sounded pretty distraught on the
message, boss."
The hornet picked up the phone, "It's time I talked to
Scanlon.  The police are on their way.  Let's roll,
Kato!"
"Right boss," Kato answered from the front seat as he
started the powerful engine and pulled away from the
curb.
With Casey leaning against her, Batgirl settled into
the back seat of the Black Beauty with the Green
Hornet.  Kato deftly maneuvered the dark side streets
and back alleys of the city, heading for Casey's
midtown apartment.
"So, the Batman sent you to our fair city?" the masked
man asked hanging up the carphone.
"Yes, when word came from Arkham and there was no sign
of him anywhere in Gotham, Batman sent us out to try
to find a trace of that maniac."  Batgirl continued,
"I was sent here, Nightwing to Bludhaven, Catwoman..."
"Catwoman!" Kato blurted.
Bargirl, somewhat surprised by the Hornet's silent
partner, said defensively, "Yes, Catwoman.  She hates
the Joker too.  Occasionally, she and Batman call a
truce and so she's in the Miami area.  I guess I was
the lucky one.  May I use the phone?  Don't worry, it
can't be traced."
With a nod from the Hornet, she picked up the handset
and dialed a special, unlisted number.  (The telephone
companies don't even have a record of the number in
existence.)  The call connected, and the red-haired
crimefighter said, "I forgot the punchline."
Hanging up, she explained, "That's a code to the
Batman that the Joker is still loose."  What she
didn't bother to tell her new ally was that the call
went straight to one of the Batcave's Cray
Supercomputers.  The signal would then be translated
and flashed to the Batman, Robin, Nightwing, the
Catwoman, the Huntress, and the Gotham PD, as well as
the various city, state, and Federal authorities.  The
manhunt would continue.
"Barbara?" Casey said groggily, struggling
unsuccessfully to regain consciousness.
The Green Hornet looked at Casey then at Batgirl,
paused and asked, "You have more experience with him
than anyone else in this city, do you think he's still
here?"
Batgirl, not taking her eyes off Casey, shook her
head.  "No, his goons are in custody by now and we
stopped him before he could get started.  He will
probably slink back to Gotham or try another city, but
I'm fairly sure he's left town."
Pulling up to the back entrance of the highrise Lenore
Case lives in, the occupants exited the vehicle and
took Casey up to her place by the deserted service
elevator.  Reaching her apartment, the Hornet used a
skeleton key ("They still make those?" Batgirl asked.)
and entered Casey's home.
Kato carried the unconscious woman into the bedroom
and placed her gently on the bed.  He gently masssaged
Casey's temples before he returned to the other
costumed figures in the short hallway as the Green
Hornet spoke.
"I trust the Batman and I trust his people, but this
is my city and I'd feel better if I double-checked it
for that psychopath.  I am worried about Casey,
though."
"Don't worry, boss.  The technique I just used should
remove any headache with a few hours sleep," Kato
said.
Batgirl, warmed by the Hornet's off-hand compliment
and trusting what Nightwing had told her about Kato
(from his days as the first Robin), offered, "I'll
stay with her.  Make sure she's alright.  Anyway, you
know this city far better than I do."
Leading the undercover duo to the door, she
reassuringly said, "I'm sure she'll be alright.  Just
a bump on the head."
The tall crimefighter said, "Thank you, Batgirl.  I'll
check in later to see how she's doing."
"Okay, Mr. Re...I, uh, I mean,"  Batgirl stammered.
"That's okay.  I know what you mean."  Seeing the
glint of humor in his eyes, she felt better about her
gaff.
Walking back to the bedroom, Batgirl pulled her cowl
back and wiped the thin sheen of sweat off her
forehead.  She pulled off her gloves and tucked them
into her utility belt.  Reaching the bed, she felt
Casey's forehead and then felt for the pulse in her
wrist.  'No elevated temperature.  Pulse steady.  I'll
just make her comfortable.' Barbara thought.
She pulled the covers down below Casey, then quickly
removed the woman's clothing before pulling the sheet
and blanket back up to cover her.  Barbara was
clinically detached throughout this process.
Once she saw Casey resting relatively comfortably, she
said aloud, "I don't think she'll begrudge me the use
of her shower."
Barbara stripped off the remainder of her
crimefighting costume, draped it over a chair, checked
once more on the unconscious woman, and proceeded into
the bathroom.
After a hot shower, Barbara wrapped a large white
towel around her naked form and sat in a comfortable
chair in Casey's bedroom.  The combination of the
hurried flight, the fight with the Joker and his men,
and the soothing effects of the hot shower caused the
auburn-haired woman to doze off.
Someone knocking on the front door roused Barbara from
a short, intense dream.   Looking at Casey to see that
she hadn't been disturbed, Barbara rewrapped the
loosened towel around herself and went to the door.  A
quick glance at the clock showed it to be 7:30, and
the sunlight peeking through the curtains indicated
that it was morning.
Realizing too late that she would have to account for
her presence here, she opened the door to find Britt
Reid standing there.
Without any formality, he asked, "How's Casey?"
"She's resting comfortably.  I think she slept through
the night," Barbara replied.  'How do I explain why
Barbara Gordon is here?'
"You must be Barbara Gordon," Reid said, extending his
hand.  "I know of your father.  He's a good man for
our side."
Catching the emphasis on the last phrase, Barbara
shook the proferred hand and said, "Thank you, I think
so too.  Batgirl asked me to look in on Casey for
her."  Even as she said it, Barbara thought how stupid
that sounded.  After all, why would she be in a towel
with still damp hair, instead of dry in normal
clothes.
Britt Reid smiled and said, "Well, look after her
please.  She's a valuable asset to the paper."
As he stepped out of the apartment, he said with a
smile, "Thank you for your assistance Bat... I mean
Barbara."  And with a wink, he closed the door.
Barbara chuckled with relief.  Secrets shared are
secrets kept she usually found.
She returned to the bedroom and found Casey had thrown
the covers off.  Barbara couldn't help but notice the
lovely form on the bed with the firm breasts, slender
waist, shapely legs, and the cute little brown bush
between her legs.
Just then, Casey muttered, "I'm cold."
Barbara, noticing the erect nipples, softly said,
"Don't worry.  I'll keep you warm."  Dropping the
towel, she crawled onto the bed and pulled the covers
up over both of them.  She took the shivering brunette
in her arms and hugged her tight to share body heat.
Holding the young woman's naked body close, Barbara
couldn't help but feel Casey's hard nipples pushing
against her own breasts, her warm breath on her cheek,
and the crinkly pubic hair brushing her thigh.  In
spite of herself, Barbara was quickly becoming
aroused.  'I can't allow myself to feel this way.
Casey needs my help not my lustfilled fantasies,'
Barbara thought, remembering that Casey was the
subject of her earlier dream.
Casey squirmed against Barbara and smiled.  "This
feels nice," the brunette murmured sleepily.
Opening her eyes, Casey saw the auburn hair of the
woman in her bed.  She turned her head to look into
her bedmate's green eyes.  "Well, fancy meeting you
here," she said.
"You were cold," was all Barbara could manage to say.
Brushing Barbara's lips with her own, Casey said, "I'm
not cold anymore."
She pressed her lips more firmly against the
red-haired girl's lips and was pleased when Barbara
returned the pressure.  Casey felt Barbara's tongue
slide out and press her lips and she opened her mouth
to accept it.
The naked women held each other tightly as they shared
a long, passionate kiss, tongues probing and caressing
each other.  Soon, in response to the intensity of the
kiss, the women began to push with their hips, each
girl thrusting her sex against the other's firm thigh.
As they rubbed against each other, their natural
lubrication began flowing, soaking the other woman's
thigh.  As they continued to kiss the
friction-generated heat in their loins grew and grew.
 The two women felt the pleasure flow through them as
their first orgasms hit.
Their cries muffled by each other's mouth, they came
almost simultaneously.  Holding each other tighter,
their breathing returned to normal.
Loosening her hold on Casey, Barbara looked at her
beautiful partner they both basked in the afterglow of
their mutual orgasm.
Presently, Casey broke the silence.  "That was
wonderful!"
Barbara agreed, "Yes, you were.  I wanted to do this
since I first walked into your office yesterday."
"I have to admit, I felt, and feel, the same."
Looking over her partner's shoulder, Casey spied the
black and gold suit on her chair.
"I see," the brunette said with a smile.  "You're my
saviour."  Casey then kissed Barbara saying, "Thank
you."
"For what?" Barbara was confused until she looked
behind her and groaned "Oh no!"
Casey started to laugh, her breasts quaking against
Barbara's.
"What's so funny?" the Gothamite demanded.
Casey giggled and kissed the tip of Barbara's nose, "I
went to that place to save you and you turn out to be
Batgirl!  And you had to rescue me!  Who would believe
it?"
Barbara was torn between the irritation that she felt
from being so careless with her secret and the arousal
she felt for the naked woman in her arms, so she
wisely decided to let arousal win.
"Well, if you really want to thank me..." Barbara
paused with a gleam in her eye.
Casey smiled again. (Barbara melted everytime the
brunette smiled at her.)  "I think that can be
arranged."
Casey again kissed Barbara then kissed her way to
Barbara's throat, stopping there to suck and nibble at
the sensitive skin before moving on to her bosom.
Barbara gasped as Casey's mouth closed over her
nipple.  The soft, supple tongue danced around the
hard flesh, exciting it even more before moving to the
other breast.  Barbara was breathing rapidly again
from the sensations Casey was creating.
Casey moved down to Barbara's right foot and began to
suck on her toes, licking between the digits and
slowly working her way up the beautiful crimefighter's
leg until she was almost at her obviously excited
pussy.  Casey then moved to Barbara's left foot and
repeated her oral actions.  When she reached the damp
spot on Barbara's thigh, she deeply inhaled her own
scent before licking up the residue.
Teasingly, Casey concentrated on the insides of
Barbara's thighs.  The sensations created caused
Barbara to groan aloud.  Finally, Casey relented on
her delicious torture and finally began to tongue
Barbara's flowing pussy belong the small tangle of
dark red hair..
The young redhead tasted delicious to Casey.  She
licked up all the fluid she could as Barbara ran her
fingers through Casey's brown locks and writhed on the
bed in ecstacy.
"Oh God, Casey, please get me off!" Barbara cried.
"Oh soon enough, my little saviour," Casey promised as
she pulled back from the hot little pussy, stopping
Barbara from coming as she was on the verge of
climaxing.
Several times this was repeated until Barbara cried
out in frustration, "God, you're torturing me!"
Casey laughed but this time, as she felt the
beginnings of Barbara's orgasm, she didn't pull away
but began to suck at the girl's clitoris while sliding
two fingers into her slit.
Barbara screamed as the orgasm rolled over her like a
tidal wave.  She was bouncing on the bed so much,
Casey pulled back to avoid injury.
The brunette came up beside her rescuer and gently
held her, caressing her back, as the girl returned to
reality.
She softly kissed the redhead on her brow and at the
girl in her arms.  'She's so lovely,' Casey thought.
Barbara opened her eyes and smiled wickedly at Casey.
"Oh, I owe you for that!"  Casey felt a pleasant
shiver at the "threat" coming from the pretty girl.
Barbara, still slightly flushed from her orgasm,
kissed Casey deeply before following the brunette's
example.  The auburn-haired girl slowly moved down
Casey's body, treating each sensitive part with her
lips and tongue slowly.
Casey sucked in her breath as Barbara reached her
breasts.  The girl caressed and fondled the right one,
tweaking the nipple, while she slowly licked the soft
skin of the left from the base to the peak in a
continuous spiral course.  As she reached the darker
flesh, she teased the smaller bumps around the nipple
before lovingly attacking the erect nub.
Slowly licking her way down to the valley between
Casey's now heaving breasts, Barbara proceeded to
follow the same slow, wonderful torture on Casey's
right tit, while fondling the left one.
Barbara looked up and smiled before kissing her way
across the woman's smooth stomach and down her left
leg to her lovely feet.  Barbara began to make love to
Casey's foot and each toe before moving to the right
foot and lovingly caressing it with her tongue.
She kissed the backs of Casey's knees and then licked
up the inside of her thighs.  As she neared the brown
bush, she could smell the woman's arousal.  She smiled
to herself as she licked all around the little patch
of fur.
None to soon for the exquisitely suffering brunette,
Barbara roughly shoved her tongue into Casey's hot
mound.  Casey cried out in pleasure as the redhead
began her oral exploration of the pussy before her.
She soon had Casey crying out as she had earlier and
tortured her lover in much the same way, pulling back
when the brunette was near orgasm several times before
finally relenting.
Casey feeling the heat continually spread from her
sexual center only to cool off too many times, began
to beg for mercy, "Please let me come!  Oh God,
Barbara!  I can't stand it!"
Barbara decided it was time for her friend to finally
experience her release.  She shoved her tongue as far
as she could between the swollen lips as she lightly
manipulated Casey's sensitive clit her thumb.
That was all it took.  Casey screamed as the orgasm
rolled through her.  Barbara felt the vaginal walls
grip her tongue and fluid gush forth as her "victim"
came.
Now it was Barbara's turn to hold and caress Casey as
she came down off her orgasmic high.  Shortly, the two
beauties fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted
by their sexual play.
Jolted awake by the ringing of the bedside phone,
Casey blurrily answered it.  "Yes, Lenore Case here."
"Casey, how are you feeling?"  The voice of her boss
in her ear brought her to full consciousness.
"Fine, Mr. Reid.   I feel much better.  Eeek!"  Casey
almost dropped the receiver when the obviously awake
Barbara slipped her fingers into Casey.
"Casey?  What's wrong?" a concerned Britt Reid asked.
"Nothing sir," Casey said as she tried to push a
smiling Barbara away, to no avail.  She could feel the
effect of Barbara's fingers inside her and struggled
to keep her voice steady on the phone.  "I just
realized how late it was," she lied.  Cupping the
phone, she hissed "Stop that!"  Barbara, of course,
giggled and ignored her verbal demand.
"That's okay, Casey.  After your ordeal, take a couple
of days off, with pay I might add.  Show your friend
the town," her boss said.  "By the way, she might be
interested to know that the Joker returned to Gotham,
was captured and is back in Arkham.  I think she can
take a couple of days too."
"I understand," Casey said, looking at the bat costume
on her chair.  "I'll pass the info along."
Hanging up, she mock glared at her bedmate and said,
"I'm going to get you for that!"  After a pause, she
asked, "What else do you carry in that belt of yours?"
Barbara just smiled.
Plenty of time later to tell Barbara about the Joker,
Casey decided as she felt a new tingling in her loins.
And to begin planning a vacation to Gotham City.
 (c) John O'Conner
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