BAE Chapter 20

“They got him,” Viti reports after a lengthy silence.

“That was fast.”

“It wasn’t them. It was the Bat.”

“He’s back?”

“No, it’s the Batgirl. For a little while she ran with the Batman and Robin. I guess she’s back now that the real thing is gone. Big shoes to fill,” Viti says bitterly, taking a sip of wine.

“Boots,” Riley corrects her, crossing her legs. “They wear boots.”

“Whatever. They’re insane.”

“Not as insane as someone who becomes DA in Gotham by choice,” Riley says playfully.

“Will you still like me if I get acid thrown on my face?”

“Depends which side,” Riley replies. Seconds go by without a reply, and she looks over at Viti. “It’s OK. You’re OK.”

“I know.” Viti is still freaked out. She might be a brave prosecutor, but it’s not every night a psycho in a mask tries to blow her up. Riley gazes at her for a moment, then slips off the couch to kneel in front of Viti. “Hey,” Viti says, but Riley ignores her.

“I know how to take your mind off things,” Riley says, lifting Viti’s sari to reach in. Viti looks embarrassed, but she plays along and lifts her hips to make it easy for Riley to slide her underwear off. Riley tosses the panties aside, rolls up the hem of the sari, and pushes Viti’s legs apart to reveal a short, chubby penis and a puffy, hairy mound.

Viti tries to act cool, sipping her wine, but that doesn’t last very long. Riley is bold and direct, fondling Viti’s short, fat cock with her soft, delicate hand. Viti closes her eyes and gasps. Thick cum bubbles from the tip of her cock.

Still watching, Barbara is taken aback. That was fast. Barely a touch and Viti is releasing a gooey load. She hasn’t forgotten how quickly Kate made her cum, but this is a different level of being premature. And Viti is a victim of the Seed attack. It explains a lot. Maybe it’s the reason she’s with Riley Beaumont, another victim.

Riley’s using her mouth now, teasing Viti’s pussy with her tongue as she drags the palm of her hand over the sticky shaft. Another few drops of cum pour out, staining the Sari. Viti whimpers adorably, her face screwed up in an expression of agony.

Riley squeezes the fat shaft and wraps her lips around the head. It throbs in her hand as Viti cums again, this time in the redhead’s mouth.

Viti sags, spent. Sweat shines on her face. She looks down at the stains on her sari and scowls, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

“That’s dry-clean only,” she gasps, nude except for her black, strapless bra.

“You can go back to your husband in one of my old shirts,” Riley says, standing up. She unties her robe and lets it fall. All she’s wearing is a sheer, lacy, cheeky pair of panties that show off the kind of pert, athletic ass that… well, that comes from a lot of training and exercise not so different from what Barbara does. And what the Phantasm would need to move like it does.

Viti’s pouting, but she just came three times and it’s obvious that she’s so hot for Riley that nothing else matters. She goes along with Riley, who poses her almost like a doll, rolling her onto her front and lifting her hips. Riley frees her cock from her panties and pushes into Viti from behind, getting a firm grip on her hips before she starts to thrust. Viti’s cries almost overwhelm the directional microphone.

Riley is gentle, but vigorous, tenderly showing no mercy. Stringy cum drips from Viti’s cock onto the sofa as Riley fucks her. Viti can’t keep her bottom up there for long and quickly finds herself prone. She pants and reaches back in a lusty haze, but Riley grabs her hand and holds it, thrusting deeper.

“You should go home to Daniel,” Riley says into Viti’s ear. “Have him do this to you after I’m done.”

Barbara’s erection is more than an ache, trapped in her reinforced costume as she watches through her binoculars. Riley hisses, her buttocks clenching and the muscles in her back coming into sharp definition as she fills Viti’s pussy with her load.

Barbara looks away. Her cowl and the directional microphone are recording.

Should she delete the recordings?

Or keep them?