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  Eyes Of The Tigress
   by Ann Douglas
   (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)


Part Two

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	It had been one of those nights
where nothing was going right.  She had
ended her relationship with Robin only
days before and had gone on patrol alone.
	Responding to a silent alarm at the
Gotham Museum, she'd interrupted a
robbery in progress.  The two low caliber
thugs who had tripped the alarm systems
went down without her breaking much of a
sweat.  She had just finished tying the
two of them up when the lights went out
around her.
	"Who's there?"  Batgirl called out as
she spun around in the dark, reaching down
to her utility belt for a pair of infra-red
lenses.
	Her only response was a soft
feminine laugh.  Followed a moment later
by the muffled sound of a pair of boots
hitting the floor. Batgirl turned in the
direction of the noise but before she could
do anything, a blinding light exploded in 
her eyes.  It was disconcerting to have her
own tactics turned against her.
	Batgirl's disorientation only lasted a
few seconds, but it was enough for the
new arrival to grab her from behind and
slip a silken cord around her wrists, pulling
it tight.  She heard the laugh once more
and then the overhead lighting came back
on as the emergency generators kicked in.

	Illuminated by the twin rows of
track lighting that covered the opposite
walls, her assailant stood revealed.  Clad in
a skintight dark purple jumpsuit that
looked like it had been literally poured
onto her body, the intruder also wore a
tight fitting cowl with small cat ears.  Up
to this moment, Batgirl had only seen her
in artist's sketches, but there was little
doubt to her identity.
	"You're the Catwoman!"  she said in
an excited voice.
	"Congratulations.  Did you figure
that out all by yourself?"  Catwoman
laughed.
	Confidently, the purple clad
huntress strode over to where Batgirl had
left the inept thieves.  Slowly she shook
her head and lamented on the sorry class
of criminals these days.
	"Wouldn't you just know it,"  she
said as she walked over to the large glass
case where a priceless and rare Egyptian
cat emerald was on display.  "I spend over
a week casing this place. Then two hours
hiding out after closing time in a very
uncomfortable spot.  Finally an hour
bypassing all of the alarms, only to have
one of these idiots trip the last of them
less than ten seconds before it would've
gone dead.  Some days you just can't win."
	Picking up one of the flashlights the
bungling burglars had dropped, Catwoman
swung it in a wide arc and smashed open
the display case.
	"Sometimes the simplest solutions
are still the best,"  she grinned as she
reached into the case and picked up the
gemstone.
	Dropping her prize into a small bag
attached to her belt, Catwoman moved
over to Batgirl, stopping when their faces
were only a few inches apart.
	"I hear you've been screwing the
junior Batman,"  she said.  "I admire your
taste.  He's both cute and a pretty nice
fuck."
	Batgirl didn't know what to answer.
Her only thought was that if public
knowledge of her relationship with Robin
had reached that far, then she had ended
it just in time.
	"I was his first, I don't know if he
told you that," she whispered in Batgirl's
ear.  "So every time he gets you off.
Every time you feel his tongue in your
pussy.  Think of me cause I'm the one who
showed him how it's done."
	Then without warning, Catwoman
grabbed the back of Batgirl's cowl and
pulled their faces together.  Batgirl was
startled by the abrupt feel of Catwoman's
lips against her own, then by the even
more unanticipated touch of her tongue as
it invaded her mouth.
	The kiss was endless as Catwoman
seemed to radiate more lust in a fully
clothed kiss than many lovers did naked in
bed.  Batgirl was only dimly aware of the
feel of the feline fatale's hands as they
cradled her cloth covered breasts.
	"It's a pity that time is so short and
the police so near."  Catwoman purred.  "I'd
really love to show you how it's done as
well.  I've always had a thing for
redheads."
	One more brief kiss and she was
gone, leaving a Batgirl both embarrassed
and tantalizingly aroused.

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	"Well, maybe once or twice,"  Batgirl
found herself admitting.
	"That still going on?"  a curious
Catwoman asked.  "You and the Boy
Wonder?"
	"That sort of burned itself out a
while back," Batgirl said, finding it strange
that he was being so open with this woman
who despite the events of the day, was
still a wanted criminal.
	"Oh that's right,"  Catwoman
grinned, "I remember seeing a picture of
him with that alien woman from the Titans
in People once. What was her name, Cori
something or other?"
	"Koriand'r"  Batgirl corrected her.
	"Oh yeah, that was it,"  Catwoman
said.  "Fantastic bod on her,  I wouldn't
mind checking that out myself."
	Batgirl felt a hot flush wash over
her body.  The first time she had actually
met Robin's new love, her reaction had
been pretty much the same.  Of course
she found herself involved with her own
alien lover soon after, and she wouldn't
have traded her relationship with
Supergirl for anything in the world.  Even
now, after they had gone on to different
loves, she still considered Kara her best
friend.
	The memory of her time with the
Girl of Steel reminded Batgirl that at the
moment, there was no one special in her
life.  As Barbara Gordon, she'd been dating
Jason Bard on and off but that was going
nowhere.  Her only real sexual satisfaction
these days had been coming from what she
had jokingly termed, the Bat-vibrator.
	"I'm curious," Catwoman said as she
settled back in her chair, obviously
beginning to enjoy the verbal exchange.
"How did you wind up as Batgirl?  I've
always wondered about things like that."
	"Tell you what,"  Batgirl replied,
"Keeping in mind that there are aspects
that I'm sure each of us would rather keep
private, I'll trade you stories."
	"That sounds fair,"  the Princess of
Plunder answered.  "In fact, I'll even go
first."
	Batgirl quickly accepted her offer
to go first.  Going second would give her
the opportunity to decide how much of her
own story she actually wanted to tell.
	"Well I guess the place to start is
at the beginning,"  Catwoman smiled as she
took another fruit juice from the table.
"Like a lot of people born where I was, I
didn't have the best of beginnings.  Not
that I'm going to blame that as the cause
of the choices I've made in my life."
	She paused to take a long drink of
her juice.
	The Feline Fatale went on, telling
how she married very young to a man
almost old enough to be her father.  At
the time, he seemed to be the answer to
all of her dreams.  He instead turned out
to be the stuff of her worst nightmares.
	A Jekyll/Hyde personality, he
alternated between showering her with
gifts and fists.  One such incident left her
lying in a hospital bed, filled with the
determination that no one would ever
control her life again.  She never went
back to him and his lawyers made sure the 
divorce sailed through the courts, leaving
her not even the gifts of jewelry he had
given her.
	Practically tossed out on the
streets, she learned the crafts that would
eventually lead to her becoming one of the
most skilled cat burglars in the world.
Without going into details on how she had
managed it, the woman who would become
Catwoman traveled the world, learning
from the best there was.
	The greatest testament to how well
she had learned her skill was that while
she had been suspected of many famous
robberies, she had never been so much as
charged with any crime or spent so much
as a night in jail.  That incident with
Batgirl had been one of the very few times
she had ever been seen.
	"What eventually happened to your
husband?"  a curious Batgirl asked.
	"Strangest thing,"  Catwoman
answered.  "A few years after I left,
someone cracked the safe in his country
home.  Aside from a few hundred thousand
dollars worth of jewelry, some of which
were things he had bought for me, the
thief also made off with papers outlining
his complicity in some highly illegal
business dealings.  Specifically, trade with
a middle eastern country which is still
under a trade embargo."
	Batgirl could take the story from
there, it had been the lead on every
network for almost a month. The papers
mysteriously wound up on the desk of a
rising U.S. Attorney General one morning,
someone who was smart enough to use the
prosecution that resulted from them to
make a name for himself.  Currently, he
was finishing his second term as the Mayor
of a major northeastern city.
	"And the jewels?"  Batgirl asked.
	"It's funny but I don't think he ever
even reported them as stolen."
	"Well I guess now it's my turn,"
Batgirl said.  "In the beginning, the very
idea of being a costumed crimefighter was
the furthest thing from my mind."
	She explained how her first Batgirl 
outfit had actually been made to wear at a
costume party.  On the way out to the
event, she had stumbled upon a kidnapping
in progress, the victim being a rather
prominent citizen.  Trained in both the
martial arts as well as being an almost
Olympic class athlete, she had jumped into
the fray without really thinking about the
danger.
	"I never imagined the incredible
rush that could come from something like
that," Batgirl said.  "It was exciting and
addictive.  By the time I got home that
night, I knew I'd wear that costume again."
	"I can understand the rush,"
Catwoman agreed, having felt much the
same thing the night she had taken back
from her ex-husband what was rightfully
hers.

	A long pause followed as each
woman looked at the other.  Batgirl could
only guess at what was on Catwoman's
mind, but she realized half way through
the master thief's story the attraction
she was feeling for the beautiful woman
across from her.
	The redhead thought back to the
night Catwoman had kissed her at the
Museum, a kiss that had stayed with her
for many months after.  Even though she'd
had several female lovers since then, the
thought of what it might've be like with
Catwoman seemed to come back time after
time.  It was like forbidden fruit, the
more you knew you shouldn't have it, the
more you wanted it.

	That look of wanting must've been
highly evident on Batgirl's face, otherwise
the next words out of Catwoman's mouth
made her out as a mindreader.
	"You know, the night is still quite
young,"  she said with a knowing smile,
"and it would be a shame to waste this
apartment, or the bed."
	Batgirl opened her mouth to issue a
false statement of shock that the purple
garbed woman would even suggest such a
thing.  That feeble protest died unborn as
Catwoman leaned over and kissed Batgirl.
A kiss as sweet and inviting as it had been
that night years before.
	"My name is Selina,"  she said as
their lips parted.
	"Barbara,"  came the reply in a voice
filled with a sense of surrender as the all
too human Batgirl relinquished the Mantle
of the Bat for the needs of the flesh.

	Barbara felt herself falling into a
swirling whirlpool as Selina's mouth again
found hers.  There was a sexual hunger in
Catwoman unlike anything the younger
woman had ever experienced.  A craving
she found herself all too willing to
surrender to.
	As their lips met, a jolt of erotic
electricity passed between them.  It was a
lust forbidden, one that few would ever
understand.  Barbara felt Selina's hands
on her breasts.  Hands that brought
pleasure with their strength.  She could
feel her nipples responding beneath her
costume, growing hard and anxious.
	Using one hand, the Feline Fatale
undid Batgirl's cape and utility belt as she
continued her enticements.  A moment
later, a pair of bright yellow gloves joined
them on the floor.
	Batgirl kissed Selina with equal
passion as the older woman grabbed the
bottom of her gray shirt and pulled the
top of her costume up and over her still
masked head.  Tossing it aside, Selina's
attention immediately returned to the now
exposed mounds, covered only by a thin
black sports bra.
	A bra that gave way just as easily
as Selina slid her fingers beneath it and
pushed it up, exposing the soft rounded
flesh beneath it.  Nimble fingers played
against the excited nipples as hard nails
pressed into soft flesh.  A combination
that fueled a rising passion.  Desire that
grew in intensity as they were replaced by
the sweet softness of the Catwoman's
mouth.
	"Oh yes!"  the woman under the
bat-cowl called out as she felt her nipple
disappear inside Selina's mouth.
	The arch criminal's talented tongue
worked its magic on Barbara's breasts,
drawing out every once of pleasure they
possessed.  The combination of gentle
tickling and soft bites, pleasure and pain,
was enough to bring the redhead to the
edge.
	Barbara moaned even louder as
Selina continued to play with her nipples
with both her hands and  mouth.  Skillfully
her tongue traced the outline of the small
pink circles before pressing her face deep
within the valley between.
	Her tongue licked every inch of
exposed flesh, planting kisses along the
way.  Barbara slid her hands under her
breasts, lifting them it to give her new
lover greater access.  Selina eagerly
accepted the gesture and continued to
deliver even more of the pleasure she'd
given already.  Quickly shifting from
mound to mound, she also slid a hand down
between Barbara's legs and rubbed the
still covered delights between them.
	Just as it seemed that Barbara
couldn't take any more, Selina abruptly
stopped her affections and broke their
embrace.  Stepping back a few feet, she
reached behind her and undid the hidden
zipper that held her form fitting catsuit in
place.  Quickly it joined her previously
discarded catsclaws on the floor.  In no
time at all, she was totally bare.
	Following Selina's lead, Barbara
quickly rid herself of the rest of her
costume as well, leaving a pair of thin
white lace panties that barely covered her
small red mound.  She had seen Catwoman
out of costume earlier, yet still felt an
urgent excitement watching her disrobe
again.
	Her hand went to the mask still
concealing her face and hesitated.  It was
the last wall to the woman beneath.  A thin
cloth barrier that she wasn't sure she was
ready yet to discard.
	"That's okay,"  Selina said as she
saw her hesitation.  "Leave it on.  It's
more kinky that way." she laughingly
added.
	Stepping back to Batgirl, Selina
took her hand away from her cowl and
kissed it, taking her fingers in her mouth
one by one.  Then she placed Barbara's
hand on her right breast, inviting her to
repeat Selina's earlier actions.  An
invitation Batgirl eagerly accepted,
pressing her face between Selina's
mounds.
	Barbara kissed Selina's breast,
running her tongue across the soft flesh.
Selina gave out a small moan in response to
her touch.  Barbara took her time, darting
her tongue to and fro, tracing wide circles
around the rigid nipples. She tickled it
with her tongue, then glided it between
her lips.
	Selina held Barbara's head in place,
running her fingers through the long red
hair that hung from beneath her cowl.
The rush of excitement she felt as the
heroine sucked at her breast was
different than any she had felt from
previous lovers.   Part of her wished she
could see the face of the girl behind the
mask, if only to fully appeciate the beauty
she knew would be found there.
	As Barbara continued to orally
please Selina, the dark haired woman took
the opportunity to slide her hands down to
Barbara's waist and under the band of her
thin panties.  Tightening her grip, she
pulled along the seam, ripping the fragile
material in half.
	The gossamer cloth fluttered to the
ground as Selina's hand once more moved
between Barbara's legs.  This time her
finger slid right past the tightly trimmed
red mound and inside the nude Darknight
Damsel.
	She held Barbara's mouth tight
against her breasts as she moved, first a
second finger, then a third to join the
first.  Slowly at first, then with increasing
rabidity, she moved her fingers in and out
of the masked woman.  With each new
resounding movement, she sent a pulsing
tremor through Batgirl's already quaking
body.
	Barbara's legs felt weak beneath
her as Selina continued with her expert
manipulations.  It was a sweet, wonderful
weakness.  One that she hadn't felt for a
very long time.
	Lost in her enjoyment, Barbara was
caught off guard by a sudden movement as
Selina withdrew her hand and pulled the
redhead's legs from under her.  The
unanticipated loss of balance caused
Barbara to fall backward, dropping onto
the adjacent bed,
	Selina followed right after her,
taking hold of each of Barbara's legs and
lifting them apart.  Bending downward,
Selina lowered her face between them,
her tongue following the path within the
bright red patch that her fingers had
blazed.  An anxious path to the delights
beneath.
	Like a kitten with a saucer of milk,
Selina's tongue darted in and out of her
prize, savoring the sweet nectar found
there.  An appreciation that was just as
enjoyable to both women.  It was a skill
that she had learned early in her life, and
as with all her skills, one she had honed to
perfection.
	"Oh Selina!"  Barbara gasped as she
balled the sheet beneath her in her hands,
the fires within her rising to a boiling
point.
	The scent of rising lust, coupled
with Barbara's encouragement, was like
catnip, driving Selina even harder.  She
pressed her pulsating mouth closer and
now took the excited clit before her into
her mouth as well.

	It took all of Barbara's will power
to push Selina away.  Just long enough for
the two of them to change position so that
she could enjoy Selina's fruits as well.
	Barbara didn't have Selina's years
of experience, but she did have some very
good teachers.  Nimble fingers and a
highly charged desire quickly closed the
gap between the two women.  In no time at
all, they were both well on the road to
orgasm.
	Both bodies gyrated faster and
faster, driven on by the lust radiating
from the other.  Heartbeats raced as
naked flesh burned with desire.  A desire
ready to explode. 
	Explode it did, with an intensity
that surprised both of them.  Barbara felt
as if her body was turning inside out as
every pore seemed to burst with the
aftermath of their passions.  Selina
likewise was enjoying an unfamiliar level of
ecstasy.
	Both bodies jerked violently as they
were consumed by the bodyquake that
ripped through each of them. An upheaval
that seemed strongest in Barbara.  Her
vision blurred and for the first time in her
life, she felt herself blacking out.  Not
even Supergirl had ever done that to her.

	Consciousness returned to the
woman called Batgirl as she lifted her
head off the bed and looked around the
room.  Barbara wasn't sure exactly how
much time had passed as she took in her
surroundings, but she was positive it
couldn't have been more than a few
minutes.
	Covered in sweat, she sat up on the
edge of the bed and reached up to the
cowl still covering her face.  Undoing the
hidden clasp, she pulled off the mask she
had worn all during their lovemaking.
	Barbara ran her hands through her
long red hair.  Her body was filled with
both a sense of exhaustion as well as one
of exhilaration.  No sexual experience in
her life had ever been as satisfying as
those few moments when the two of them
had passed through the gates of heaven
and hell.
	A glance at the floor when she had
first opened her eyes revealed only her
costume scattered across the carpet.  She
knew she was alone and Catwoman was long
gone.  As she thought about it some more,
she had a brief impression of a last kiss
good-bye.  A tingling she could still feel on
her lips as she gently ran her fingers 
across them.
	Gathering up her costume, she
carried it into the bathroom and tossed it
in the corner.  Reaching into the shower,
she turned on the water and let it run until
a small cloud of steam began to fill the
room.
	The tepid water felt invigorating as
Barbara stepped under the showerhead,
clearing away the last vestiges of fog from
her thoughts.  Yet even as her mind
cleared and she washed the remnants of
their lovemaking from her body, a single
image burned in her memory.  An image of
the most beautiful green eyes she had
ever seen.
	Eyes like emeralds, so like those of
a cat.  No, not a cat, she thought as she
splashed water on her face, the eyes of a
tigress.
	As she stepped from the shower
and wrapped a towel around her, one last
thought filled her mind.  The next time
she looked into those eyes, and there
definitely was going to be a next time,
there would be no mask to prevent Selina
from looking just as deep into hers.

End

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