Gotham City, 1953-
It felt good to have Dick insider her, in both senses of the word. Barbra had been having sex with Dick Grayson the boy wonder of Wayne Enterprises since the May of this year. It was a hot passionate affair, and now six months in it showed no signs of cooling. It started in Dick’s office he already had his own at age 21, not that odd considering he was raised by the heir to the company, Bruce Wayne. Barbra was practically an old maid at 27, she’d been dating Jason Bard for years but he’d yet to propose so Barbra felt justified in having a little fun with Dick’s proposition.
It was just going to be sex, Dick was young and eager, but had a remarkable body, strong and agile. Barbra was also a gifted teacher if she said so herself. She was the one who initiated their second romp, and force the boy wonder to slow down and do things right by her. The weeks went by and so did the lessons until Barbra had Dick trained to please her as if it were second nature, not that he didn’t enjoy their time together. Dick was taking her out to lunch, and then movies. The opera bored Barbra as much as it did Dick, and he knew he found a special kind of girl who wanted to sit ring side with him at the fights. Seeing Archie Moore and Joey Maxium close enough she was hit with blood spatter excited Barbra enough they never made it out of the car before tearing into each other.
Meeting Dick’s adoptive family did not go as well. She knew Bruce from the office; he approved on the match, and maybe was a little jealous of Dick, as his hand had crept onto Barbra’s ass from time to time. Still he had been a gentleman since then. Dr. Wayne was distant, but that was just his way according to Dick. No, it was the women in the family that couldn’t stand Barbra. To Martha Wayne the daughter of a police commissioner was not quite the suitable match for Dick. He was intended for bitch number 2, Helena Wayne, Bruce’s cousin. Barbra liked to think she could have gotten along the stunning 18 year-old burnet under normal circumstances, that her cold shoulder was just pressure from her great aunt, but future meetings proved these feelings unfounded. The queen bitch was Miss Selina Kyle, the on and off girlfriend of Bruce. Selina decided that the only reason Barbra was at Wayne Manor that Sunday was not to enjoy a lovely meal and meet Dick’s family, but to seduce Bruce. It was honestly kind of refreshing to have Selina pull Barbra aside and tell her in no uncertain terms she’d claw her eyes out if she ever caught her alone with Bruce. At least there was one woman here who was open about her hostility to Barbra.
The redhead handled the angered Miss Kyle with skill and grace while not backing down, “Selina, I know you’re worried about Bruce leaving you for a younger model.” Barbra gave a toss of her crimson locks. “But you don’t need to worry, I already have the younger model of Bruce. The only place he’ll be fucking me, is in his mind when he’s on top of you.”
Barbra was surprised how quickly Selina moved to choke her, but lucky for the both of them Alfred, the Wayne’s butler, had heard the fracas from the get go and reminded Selina neither lady would not be invited back if they settled matters here. With equal speed, Selina let go, adjusted Barbra’s blouse and said “Another time,” before leaving the room. Barbra certainly hoped there would be, no one lay hands on her and got away unscarred.
That brought Barbra to tonight, and Bruce Wayne’s annual Halloween masquerade ball. Barbra was used to moving around the office as one of the girls, or being the cute kid sister among the cops at the precinct, but she’d be surround with stuck up bitches like Miss Kyle and Helena Wayne and who knows else. Dick said he had just what would take her mind off all the mean girls, and he was right. Still that just meant they’d have to rush to get ready for the ball. Dick looked handsome as always, in a white tie tux and a green mask in the style of the lone ranger. Barbra was decked out in a silver evening dress. It had a sleeveless bodice that joined the gathered skirt in two lengths at the waist-line and the attached underskirt had gathered ruffles joined to underside. To complete her look she wore a midnight blue bat cowl that her red locks trailed out the back of, opera gloves and a cape of the same midnight blue with a festive bat patterned fringe.
Despite her worries a white tie affair would be a bore the party itself was not bad. The canapés and cocktails were first class, and Barbra seemed to hit it off with a striking blonde from out of town dressed as Maid Mariam with a lovely feathered mask. Her name was Dinah Queen, the wife of Oliver Queen (dressed as Robin Hood) was one of Star City’s richest men. Her son Roy was one of Dick’s best friends in boarding school. Dinah assured her that Selina was a bitch to everyone, even Bruce, and Barbra shouldn’t worry about her. Dinah brought up Helena staring daggers at Barbra from across the room over their second cocktail.
“What’s her deal, is she just jealous you look better as a bat than she does?” asked Dinah.
“Her? I think that’s Helena Wayne, Bruce’s cousin.” Barbra said trying to be casual, “Her great aunt decided she should marry my Dick, but he chose me instead.”
“Cousin, I guess Martha fed you that line too, huh?”
“She’s not Bruce’s cousin?”
“No, Helena is Bruce’s bastard daughter, a youthful indiscretion best swept under the rug to Martha.”
“How youthful?”
“Roy says Bruce was just 16 or 17 at the time, Selina was even younger. Dick was the Wayne’s one shot of making her legitimate heir. No wonder she’s pissed at you.”
Before the gossip could get any juicier Selina started sauntering over to the two of them, empty cocktail in hand. She had on a strapless black dress with a cigarette skirt, long black gloves and black cat cowl that let her curly ebon tresses trail out back. Selina leaned on the bar and ordered another dirty martini. Once she got it she pretended to just now notice Dinah and Barbra and greeted them with the fakeist of joy. Dinah and Selina exchanged a kiss to each others cheek, Barbra thought she got off lucky with a half hug.
“Little Babs, I see you get to play with the big girls tonight. What time did your daddy say was curfew?”
“Not till 3, so I get stay and watch you turn into a pumpkin at midnight.” Barbra sniped back.
“Oh good, I’d hate for you to miss my little show with Dinah. Speaking of which, I was worried you weren’t going to show, Dinah.”
“I have a title to defend don’t I?” Dinah reminded Selina.
“I just thought you’d quit while you’re ahead. Of course I am leading 3 years to just 2 on your part.”
“Which means I tie it up this year.”
Selina let out a fake laugh, “Yes, yes, you go on thinking that. See you at midnight.”
And with that Selina sauntered away to mingle with the other guests. Now Barbra had all kinds of questions that had pushed any thoughts of Helena, Bruce and Selina out of her mind. “What do you mean when you said title to defend?”
“What do you think I mean? I beat Selina last year at this party, so the title is mine.”
“Beat her at what?”
“I just beat her, you know, in a catfight. This will be our sixth year of doing it. I can’t stand her, she can’t stand me, the guys love watching so it is a win-win.”
“You’re serious. You’re going to fight her dressed like that?”
“No, in far less.”
The rich really are different from you and me, thought Barbra, who excused herself to find her boyfriend who was smoking cigars with Ollie, Bruce, and a couple other men. Barbra got a light for her own cigarette and pulled Dick aside.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this.” Barbra hissed.
“About what?”
“Selina and Dinah.”
“It was going to be a surprise.” Dick considered his words carefully, “We can leave if you are uncomfortable.”
Barbra pulled Dick aside and looked him dead in the eye. “Uncomfortable? I wouldn’t miss seeing Miss Kyle get hers for the world.”
Dick gave his girl a smoky kiss and a held her tight, he couldn’t help but think what a woman he had.
“You’re not freaked out.”
“Turned on is more like it.”
“We better move then, I am guessing you want a ring side seat.”
“Only if you can’t get me on the undercard.”
Dick took a seat on the last free chair and Barbra perched herself on his lap just as they started to roll out the carpet that would mark the fighting arena. Everything in the penthouse was pristine and stylish, save for this rug. Though of obvious high quality, this white rug had a number of brown splotches, dried blood testament to how serious the competition had been. Barbra was kind of glad she wasn’t fighting, still the thought of seeing two women tear into each other did excite her. She was already a little flustered just thinking about it.
The room filled up and started getting hot as everyone crowed around the rug. Selina was the first to arrive, she was now stripped down to panties, black silk with a matching strapless bra, she still wore her purple velvet cat mask, long black gloves, and old fashion stockings with the lines up the back. Even though she had been beaten last year Selina look supremely confident and truly enjoyed all the eyes in the room being on her. Barbra could tell Dick was enjoying it too, as he was poking into her thigh now. Dinah made her entrance now, dressed in fishnet stocking and a white garter belt, with white panties and a strapless bra and her feathered mask. Dinah’s lingerie was of the finest quality too, with white roses embroidered on them. Selina began to peel off her long gloves as Dinah stretched out her chest by clasping her arms behind her back causing her breasts to strain against the white fabric holding them in place.
The two women took up their positions about a yard apart and stood tall and proud of their magnificent curvy figures. Selina’s purple velvet cat mask made her black tresses stand out, and she pursed her crimson stained lips as she waited for the battle to start. There was no signal to fight, some sort of hive mind must have taken over as Dinah and Selina pounced on each other almost in unison. Both women grabbed at hair to start and began yanking as hard as they could. Dinah was the stronger of the two and soon had her rival in a headlock. Selina had one hand full of hair and the other tore at the silken bra Dinah wore. Less than ten seconds into the fight and Dinah was exposed, no wonder this battle was an annual event. Dinah didn’t let that bother her as the managed to toss her rival to the ground.
Selina had been here before, she locked into Dinah’s leg with a leg scissors, the stockings both women wore provided good traction. Still Dinah was on top and working to expose Selina’s breasts. Barbra thought it was about giving the boys a show, but Dinah was a practiced catfighter and wanted access to her targets, Selina’s proud chest. The blonde dug her nails into soft flesh causing the cat woman to roar in anger and pain. The brunet was hurt but hardly out of the fight; she clawed at her rival, sometimes scratching her neck, other times the dangling breasts in front of her. Dinah used her claw hold of Selina’s breast to pull herself forward until the leg was free and she was in dominate position. Dinah let go of her opponent’s tit so she could slap her with an open palm. The men were largely silent but Barbra was in rapture, she had no problem cheering her new found friend as she fought her rival.
The presence of other women seemed to make Selina fight harder, she gave up trying to maul Dinah’s breasts and instead tried to improve her position. She got one handful of blond locks, and then another and yanked with all her might, causing Dinah to arc her back. From there the brunet pushed with her legs and managed to roll onto of the blond. Helena gave a cheer, she was sitting opposite Barbra next to her father, Bruce, the 18 year old woman clearly took pride in seeing her mother literally claw her way back. Now on top of Dinah Selina upped the ante of the battle landing several solid blows into her opponent’s belly. In a matter of moments the battle had gone from hair pulling, to slapping and now punching. No rules had been discussed before this fight, and Barbra wondered if these two ever had. Dinah let out a groan with each hit, but wasn’t done fighting by a long shot. She worked her fishnet covered legs up and trapped Selina in a body lock. It wasn’t just a defensive maneuver; Dinah was putting a squeeze on the brunet. Selina took her attention off punching Dinah’s belly for a moment to tear at her stockings. The ripping sound excited Dick, as Barbra adjusted her seat placing her warm wet mound over Dick’s manhood.
Dinah had gotten a handful of Selina’s hair on either side of her head and now pulled her cat masked rival into her sweaty chest. Both women were panting heavily, Selina punched into Dinah’s ribs from on top causing her to loosen her vice lock on Selina’s body. For her part the blonde started punching back, hitting sneaky shots to the sides from the bottom, then trying to pull more hair, before settling in another smother attempt to give her time to catch her breath.
“Come on, Dinah you can do it.” Barbra yelled.
“You’ve got to make her give up,” Bruce reminded Selina presumably, it was the first indication of what terms these two battled under.
Dinah had a new strategy; she gathered Selina’s hair almost like she was going to make pony tail and yanked. Selina had gone from punching the body to clawing that Dinah’s breasts and pulling at hair, and was taken by surprise by the intensity of the pain. Dinah tried to reverse the pin, but both women ended up on their knees. The struggle was intense as both women were locked together by fistfuls of hair, but somehow in a torrent of grunts and growls they made their way to their feet. The audience gave some cheers of approval and encouragement as they thought the women might disengage and start over.
Neither fighter had any intention of letting go now that they had their claws into each other. The two women stumbled around the carpet in their torn stocking for a couple of seconds like drunken sailors as they tried to break free of one another. It was like a Chinese finger puzzle though, the harder they pulled away, the more it hurt, the tighter the grip on their hair became. Finally, Selina thought of something to break the stalemate. She kept one hand in Dinah’s blond locks, and delivered a text book uppercut to the pretty blonde’s face with the other. A second shot brought blood from Dinah’s nose, and a cheer from Helena. The third punch saw Dinah drop to her knees, but she still had Selina’s jet black tresses in her claws. Dinah pulled Selina back to the ground and the two began to wrestle for dominance.
Shaking gave way to slapping and the penthouse began ringing with the sounds of hard slaps on soft faces. Barbra found herself dry humping Dick to the rhythm of the battle, it blocked his view but Grayson wasn’t complaining at the moment. Selina had the faster hands and the harder slaps at this point quickly overwhelmed the game blonde. Dinah tried to grapple with Selina, but when she pulled at the ends of Selina’s hair she found herself bull rushed to the ground. Selina was onto of Dinah in the blink of the eye pinning her down with a schoolgirl pin. Selina had one claw full of blond hair and rained slaps down with the other.
“Let go of my hair now!” she ordered. It was telling that Selina didn’t want her opponent to give up just yet, but rather stop hurting her. Looking down at the bleeding woman Barbra had been sharing cocktails and gossip just an hour ago, she could help but pity the once strong and confident blond. She held onto Selina’s hair for all she was worth, pride made her, but she paid a price for that pride. Selina had almost unfettered access to Dinah’s face and she was merciless in smacking her. When she felt Dinah try and buck her way out Selina reached back with a punch, sometimes it hit leg, or side but in the end Dinah buckled and Selina was still on top. Dinah was broken, and Selina was just beginning to enjoy herself.
She moved down and dug her nails into the blonde’s chest. “Had enough, bitch?”
“Yes,” sobbed Dinah, Ollie Queen was moving to break the battle up, but Barbra felt shock as he took his hand off her and grabbed Ollie to hold him in place.
“Then say it, say you give up.”
“I give up, please, please stop hurting me.”
“I will… just as soon as you tell everyone here who is the top cat.”
“You are. Selina is top cat.” Dinah sobbed as Selina let go of her chest, but still stayed mounted on her.
“And what are you?” Selina asked. Dinah couldn’t hear Selina over her own sobs, another slap took care of that.
“I said what are you, slut?”
“I’m a slut, and a loser, and I never should have messed with you.”
“We’ve got a winner” Bruce announced as he pulled his woman off the beaten blonde. He raised her arm in victory, but Selina still stood over her beaten rival.
Barbra couldn’t quite place what she was feeling. It was more than just pity for the defeated. Seeing Selina stand there disheveled as she was, one stocking ripped off, the other in shreds, her hair a mess, and exposed to room full of people in nothing more than silk panties, but victorious, it awoke something in Barbra’s heart. It was the closest thing Barbra had felt to a warm feeling for Selina since she had cornered her in the butler’s pantry at lunch. Barbra admired how Selina had imposed her will on another woman, and yet there was something more. Jealousy… Oh how Selina demanded the attention of every man and woman in the room right now. Barbra knew she wanted to command that attention, but if she wanted it she had to take it.
