This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. It originally formed part of what was to be a trilogy, recounting the same events from the point of view of each of the participants. Sadly, it didn't work, so I've taken Meg's part, tidied it up and present it here, hopefully for your enjoyment.nn* * * * *nnI met Mike at a party. Actually, he rescued me. The football jock I went with got too interested in the booze that was available and tried to get too fresh, too crudely, too soon. It was only the first time we went out together and I told him forcefully that it was the last, then slapped him as hard as I could.nn"Why, you cheap bitch." he'd started and lifted his hand. I think he meant to hit me, but I'll never know for sure because his arm was stopped in its downward flow by the interception of another.nn"No, Jimmy. You don't hit ladies."nn"Ladies!" Jimmy said, "This bitch is no lady!"nnThat was as much as he said, when his face went white and sweat appeared on his face. I looked curiously at my knight-errant. Tall, well-built without any excess, sandy hair, blue eyes. Quite tasty, actually. I knew his name, Mike Henderson, and that he was an engineering student, but that was all I knew. He seemed to have a hell of a grip, because Jimmy couldn't break it.

She took a fistful of my hair and she pulled my head backward, toward her, until my back was arched and my face was touching hers. Still standing behind me on the dance floor, she brushed her lips on the tender skin of my cheeks, up to my right ear, and whispered: "I think you are in trouble, girl."nnI could not see her clearly, and I did not dare turn my head, but I knew exactly who had grabbed me so firmly and would not let me go. I had spotted her right away, the minute I entered this all-dyke Halloween party. How could I have missed her? There were still a few tables left, but she was just standing there, tall and fierce, in full Halloween butch attire. Only, it did not look like a costume on her. Tonight, she was the knight, dressed in leather and metal, and from her looks, one could tell she was prepared to face the dragon. Or the slutty damsel.nnFeeling whorish in my saloon girl costume, I was there, dancing, showing off, revealing half of my tits, the tender skin between the upper band of my fishnet stockings and the seam of my underskirt, which I had rolled up and clipped up each thigh until it barely hid my crotch. The corset that was cinching my waist was putting all the attention on my pulled out buttocks and my pushed up breasts. My outfit made me look like an old fashion whore and made me move and dance like a genuine slut.nnShe had spotted me too; I knew it from the look on her face. She just stared at me calmly, confidently, as if she knew from the start that she would get me in her bed tonight. Her features remained undecipherable, but I could see her eyes following me as I moved about the room, going to the bar and coming back with a drink, getting up and jumping on the dance floor. All along the way, I knew there were greedy, butchy eyes studying me.nnMy friends did not feel like dancing, so I joined the wiggling lesbian crowd all by myself. Alone with a hundred of sexy dykes moving to the same beat, I could feel the sexual surge all around me, the collective desires of dozens of horny women, and the deep thrust of techno music into my willing body. Strong rhythms arouse me, and I feel as if I could make out right there on the spot if I met my match on the dance floor.nnI knew she was watching.

Alyssa may be in graduate school but she sure doesn't look like it. She is 5'4 150 lbs (curvy in all the right places) with a 38DD chest. She could easily pass for a young 18 even though her ID says 22. She constantly gets questioned about her life and her career aspirations, but she isn't really ready to grow up yet. nnA lot of the time Alyssa has people ask her why she works at a grocery store when she is in graduate school and could very easily have a much better job. She often makes one excuse or another, "It is just brainless menial labor," "I get to work with a lot of cool people," "I'm not the only college student who works there." While all of these reasons were true, they were not the only reasons. There were many other reasons that Alyssa worked at Buy Low. Rob, Joshua, David, Nicolas, Bryan, Rick, and Al were just a few of them. nnWhen Alyssa had first thought of applying at Buy Low it had been in hopes of a temporary job just until she could find something more appealing. When she went in to interview she was not really taking it seriously. She had got up that morning and laid out in the sun for an hour or so. She remembered her interview at the last minute so she threw her hair up and pulled on some jeans and a tank top. She did not even look in the mirror, but when she got in the car she realized that she looked a hot mess. But she was late so she had to hurry.nnWhen she pulled into the parking lot the first thing she noticed was the bagger pushing buggies into the store. He had stopped for a minute and pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face. His chest was so ripped that Alyssa got so distracted that she almost hit another car. She parked and hurried inside, making sure to catch the hottie's eye on her way in. After scoping out several other really hot guys she decided that she really needed to give this job a chance.

Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A. Sparrow.nnEnjoy!nnWarning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.nnAdventures Of Batgirl: The Price Of SilencennChapter 5: Silence On The Installment PlannnBarbara, unlocked and threw open the door to her apartment, and walked in, wearily. Jenny had offered to accompany her home, but she'd declined her kind offer. All she wanted now was a nice hot shower and a couple of hours of shut-eye, before she got ready for her evening Bat-patrol. She threw her coat over the back of a chair, slumped down onto the sofa, and pulled off her 'sensible' shoes, and wiggled her toes inside her stockings, uttering a sigh of pleasure. "Mmm, that feels sooh good!" she murmured.nnShe stood up and eased down the zip of her heavy tweed skirt, and went to slip it off, before remembering that she'd left her panties somewhere in the storeroom, back at the library. "Damn, that was careless!" she muttered, with a frown. "Still, I can recover them in the morning. No one ever goes in there, except for Jennifer and myself!" She stretched out on the sofa, and started to relax.nnShe must have dozed off, because she came to, with a start.