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Batgirl Enhanced Ch. 06

This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?).

In recent times, there seems to have been a huge upsurge in the use of cosmetic surgery and other medical techniques, to enhance the physical attributes that nature has bestowed upon us. Why should Batgirl be immune from such temptations?

Enjoy!

Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.


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Adventures Of Batgirl: Batgirl Enhanced

Chapter 6: Jenny Pumps Dan For Info

Sunday, 11:00 pm

Jenny slowly stripped down to her brief translucent pink panties, while continuing to smoothly sway her hips, and shake her boobies, to the pounding caned music, as she moved in to give the big, blond-haired guy seated before her, a lap-dance he would remember. She straddled his thighs and slipped her arms about his neck, smiling at him, as she bucked and ground her hips, careful not to brush her crotch against the bulge of his erection. She arched her back, thrusting her shapely breasts forward, knowing the guy was aching to grasp her swaying orbs, dying to envelope her nipples with his hot mouth. But the customers were not allowed to touch the girls... well not officially!

He groaned with unrequited desire, and pushed a twenty-dollar bill into the waistband of her panties, with fat, trembling fingers.

She was one of three similarly attired, near naked girls, who were simultaneously writhing their sweet tushes over the laps of three seated male club members, while dozens more customers looked on, eagerly awaiting their own turn, including several women. Jenny had been working at the lap-dancing club for three weeks now, and was getting pretty good at this ultimate in sexual titivation. The money was pretty good, if you included the tips and she got plenty. She rubbed the guy's face between her shapely breasts, finally allowing him to kiss and suck on her erect nipples, as she arched her spine and threw her head back, gasping with genuine pleasure.

Finally the pounding musical accompaniment drew to a close and the lap-dance ended. As he pushed another twenty into the top of her flimsy underwear, she asked, in a husky voice, "Would you like for me to dance for you privately, sir?" They both knew what this really meant. If the guy agreed, another girl would replace her, while she was away, and her cut of the extra fee, would be a cool hundred bucks. It was the part of the job that Jennifer least liked, but she'd had to agree to it, if she wanted to stay employed.

The big lug gulped, nervously, then nodded, eagerly, not even asking how much the extras were going to cost him! "Poor sap!" she thought, without any sympathy.

She turned and nodded to another girl, who was waiting in the wings of the small stage, then gathered up her discarded clothing and, taking the blond guy by the hand, led him to one of the private bedrooms, provided for just such extra curricular activities.

Sunday, 11:20 pm

As it turned out, the guy had the smallest dick Jenny had ever seen (and she'd seen plenty), plus the biggest mouth. His name was Dan Brewer, and he had a six-feet four-inch muscular build, and more bucks in his billfold than he had gray cells in his shaven head! He had done plenty of bodybuilding in his time, he'd bragged, when she had complimented him on his powerful, muscular physique.

"It's a shame he didn't spend some time working on his pecker!" she murmured, under her breath, as he plunged into her sex, with her legs draped over his powerful broad shoulders. Even fully erect, his penis was barely five-inches long, and it kept slipping out of her wet slit, each time he drew back for another thrust.

"God... you're a... sexy... bitch!" he panted, as he thrust into her. "Almost as... sexy as... my boss, The Catwoman, but... she's a goddamn... dyke! Her... and that... other fuckin' bitch... Batgirl!"

Jenny almost lost it and orgasmed, such was her sudden excitement. "Fuck me harder, Big Boy!" she cried out, thrusting her pudenda upward, hardly believing her luck. "I bet you ain't never seen your dyke boss all naked like this?"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" he gasped, as he pistoned into her pussy, rapidly approaching his climax. "That's... the worst... part of it!" he gasped. "They... they strut around... in the nude... all day long! Woe... betide us... if they... even... catch us... lookin' at them! Nothin' but... goddamn... prick-teasers!"

He gave a final thrust into her and cried out, as he climaxed. "Aaaaaahhhhh! Oh God! Yes, yes, yesssss!"

Jennifer felt a meager trickle of warm cum in her vulva. Such was her disappointment, she was unable to attain her own orgasm, so she had to fake it. Like most girls her age, she'd become an expert at this. "Oh, yes, yes, I'm cumming!" she cried, writhing her hips, but not enough to dislodge his rapidly shrinking cock. She didn't want to make his inferiority complex any worse than it already was. "Hell, he IS inferior!" she reminded herself, with a silent giggle.

Afterwards, as they lay on the bed, kissing and cuddling, she pulled away and gave him a sexy, smoldering look. "That was absolutely the best, Dan!" she said, with a sigh, fluttering her false eyelashes at him. "Tell me where you live, and I'll drop by and give you a freebie, whenever I'm in the neighborhood?"

"You will? Wow! It's Atlantic St. Station! It's one of those old aban-" He shut up, suddenly, realizing he had already said too much. He shook his head. "No, babe, you wouldn't like it there! Best if I come here to the club!" His face suddenly brightened. "Anyway, soon I'm gonna come into a whole heap of money! Millions! Then I can buy m'self one of them big, swanky pads, like all them rich bastards own!"

"Wow! You don't say?" she exclaimed, feigning wide-eyed wonder.

"Yeah, I DO say!" he retorted, momentarily irritated by her child-like response.

Jenny slipped under the bedsheet and went down on him, sucking his tiny shrunken weenie in-between her luscious lips, in the hope of getting him to reveal some more useful information. It was a bit like sucking on Barbara's clitoris, only her lesbian lover's clit was bigger and tasted much nicer!

It actually had the quite the opposite effect. Dan was embarrassed by the size of his shrunken cock, and pulled her face way. "I, er, I gotta be goin' babe!" he mumbled, sliding out of bed and hurriedly starting to get dressed. "The agreed money's on the dresser! See you around, doll!" He pulled on his shoes and hurried out the door.

Jenny lay back, filled with excitement, licking her sticky lips and idly rubbing the fingers of her right hand against her swollen pussy lips. "I can't wait to tell Batman what I've found out!" she thought, excitedly, followed by a loud gasp, as she squeezed her clit, hard.

-oOo-

Jenny phoned stately Wayne Manor, the home of multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne, at the first available opportunity, but only got the answering machine. "Damn it!" she muttered to herself, in frustration. "There's no way that I'm going to leave such sensitive information on an answer phone!" She decided to head home after her late shift ended, get a few hours shut-eye, and then stop by the mansion on her way to the library, the following morning.

Monday, 8:10 am

"Ms. Goodbody to see you, sir!" Alfred announced, as he returned to the kitchen area, after answering the front door chimes.

"Hi, Bruce!" Jenny said, a little breathlessly, popping her head out from behind the butler's back.

"Hi, Jenny, you look nice!" exclaimed Bruce's youthful ward, almost knocking over his glass of milk, as he jumped to his feet.

"Oh, hello, Dick!" Jennifer said, off-handedly, then turned back to Bruce Wayne aka Batman. "Sorry to interrupt your breakfast, Bruce, but I've found out some really, really important information!"

Bruce removed his napkin, stood up and placed both hands on her shoulders. "Calm down, young lady, then tell me all about it!" he said, firmly.

"It's Selina Kyle... Catwoman! She's the one who's abducted Barbara!"

"Holy Catnapping!" Dick exclaimed. "How...?"

Bruce waved him to silence. "Hmm, I suspected as much! Do you know where Barbara is being held against her will, Jennifer?"

"Not exactly!" She saw the brief flash of hope, vanish from the multi-millionaire's face. "The Catwoman's lair is situated in someplace called Atlantic St. Station, but I've no idea where that is, but I've got a vague feeling that it may no longer be in use?" she added, with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders. "That's all I know, Bruce! I-I had better be getting off to work, or I'll end up losing my job!"

"Yes, yes, you run along, dear! We'll run this new data through the Bat-computer and see if it can come up with anything?" Bruce eyed her, sternly. "I won't ask you what you had to do, to got hold of this information, Jenny, but you have my sincerest thanks, young lady!"

Jenny blushed. "Oh, one more thing! One of Catwoman's motley crew is a big, hulking, blond brute, who goes by the name of Dan Brewer. He told me he was about to come into a whole lot of money! Millions of dollars!"

"Holy Bank Heist!" exclaimed Dick, his eyes opening wide.

"Exactly, Dick! Everything is gradually coming together! Please show Ms. Goodbody to the door, Alfred!"

Monday, 9:05 am

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Peabody!" Jennifer gasped as she pushed her way passed the door marked 'Private, Staff Only' and was immediately observed by the Chief Librarian, through the open doorway of his office.

The old gentleman glanced at his watch and frowned. "I hope you aren't going to make a habit of this, Ms Goodbody?"

"S-Sorry, Sir! I had to make an urgent detour on the way here and it put me behind schedule!"

"Hmm, very well, I'll overlook it this time! Have you seen Ms. Gordon, by the way? I understood she was due back at her desk today, after her, um, delicate operation?"

"She, ah, she phoned me at home, Sir! She doesn't feel well enough to make it in, today, I'm afraid!"

"Drat! Most inconvenient! Very well... get along with you, girl! I shall expect you to make up for lost time!"

-oOo-

Jennifer was still feeling flustered, as she bent over the bottom drawer of the metal file cabinet and extracted a folder of reports, one of many she was meant to be arranging chronologically. Suddenly, two hands clasped the cheeks of her ass, through her tightly stretched skirt.

"What the...!" She jerked bolt upright, dropping the folder to the floor, in the process.

"Hi, Jen, I didn't mean to startle you," Brad Fleming said with a leer on his face, as she twisted around to face him, finding herself pinned in by his outstretched arms, as he rested his hands up against the top edge of the metal file cabinet. "I was really looking for Barbara, er Ms. Gordon. Have you seen her around by any chance?"

"She isn't in! She's not feeling well enough yet!" Jenny gasped, as he deliberately pressed up against her, until the handles of the drawers were pressing uncomfortably into her back and ass, and her breasts were squashed up against his chest. She was acutely aware that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her blouse.

A brief look of annoyance crossed his handsome face. "Never mind, you'll do!"

Before she could reply, his lips were on hers, his tongue snaking past her teeth, one hand pushing up her short skirt and plunging into the top of her panties. She gave a muffled shriek, as a hooked finger forced its way past her outer labia, and entered her sex. She finally managed to jerk her head to one side. "Bastard!" she hissed. "I'm gonna report you for sexual harassment, you filthy pig!" She grabbed his hand and yanked it out of her underwear.

He smiled, confidently, and then sucked his glistening digit, before replying. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you, babe! Better have a word with that whore, Barbara Gordon, before you decide to do anything you may later regret!" He reached up with both hands and deliberately squeezed her bra-less tits through the thin material of her blouse. "Anyway, you know you loved it!" he added, with a smirk.

He turned and walked out of the room, chuckling to himself.

Jennifer burst into tears. "Oh, Barbara, where are you, what have you done?" she sobbed, with clenched fists by her sides.

Monday, 9:10 am

Batman leaned back in his computer chair with a frustrated look on his face. "Damn it, Robin!" he snapped. "I've checked out every train station, every fire station, every police department, every damned station I could think off, within a fifty-mile radius of Gotham City, and have come up with absolutely zilch!"

"Did you check for ones that have been closed down?" Robin enquired, with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course I did, you moron! What do you take me for?" he exploded, then, seeing the hurt look on the face of the Boy Wonder, he calmed down. "Sorry, old chum!" he added, rising and placing a fatherly arm around Robin's shoulders. "I shouldn't be taking out my frustrations on you! I've brought up every 'station' name that has been used during the last 100 years, and still no 'Atlantic Street'!"

"Have you tried looking for it under street names?" the Boy Wonder asked, somewhat mollified.

Batman blinked, and then looked at his junior partner with a new respect. "That is so blindingly obvious, it's absolutely brilliant!" he exclaimed. "I'll start the new search right away!"

Will the Caped Crusader's discover Batgirl's whereabouts?

Or is she doomed to become Selina's plaything?
Chapter 7 coming soon!
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