BAE Chapter 69

This staring contest would be easier if Ivy wasn’t naked.

Barbara keeps her cool and holds her own.

“Are you trying to peer-pressure me into ingesting a substance provided by Poison Ivy of all people without even having my people look at it first?” she asks, folding her arms.

“I didn’t ask you to do anything. You volunteered.”

“And I meant it. I’d have to be crazy to trust you completely, Dr. Isley. But I can at least trust that you and I are on the same page about this. You don’t want to see your work weaponized by every loser in Gotham, do you?”

Ivy’s smile isn’t quite a smirk.

“OK,” Barbara says with a shrug. She holds out her hand. “I’ll take it.”

Ivy looks impressed. “Really?”

“Really. Come on. If we do this right, we can give the people out there selling it a real kick in the nuts,” Barbara goes on. “We’re a long way from having something FDA-approved, but if I go on TV tonight with good news, demand will drop off a cliff. Seed’s usefulness as a tool of cruelty takes a big hit if it’s reversible without surgery. You said it’s out here?” Barbara starts toward the door.

Ivy catches her arm.

“Hold on,” she says.

“What?”

“I didn’t think you’d really do it. If you are, we should do it right,” Ivy says. “And I have to figure out your dose anyway. Take your clothes off.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Babs, this formula is untested. And I have no idea what it would do to someone who isn’t affected by my original formula. I need to know what we’re dealing with and that you’re in good health.”

“First thing in the morning?”

“I’m being serious,” Ivy says, picking up her notepad and pen.

“I don’t have to be naked for this.”

“Who’s the engineer here? You or me?”

“I thought you said you were a terrorist.”

“I’m an educated terrorist.”

“Hey, I went to college,” Barbara fires back.

“For what?”

Barbara hesitates. “Library science. But my master’s is in forensic psychology.”

“Take your clothes off.”

“I guess if you were horny you’d just do your plant magic on me.”

“It’s pheromones, and I don’t have any here, thanks to that Fox guy. And I don’t need pheromones for you,” Ivy adds, watching as Barbara uncomfortably shrugs out of her suit jacket and begins to unbutton her blouse. “You’re not great at pretending not to stare.”

“It’s your fault,” Barbara grumbles, removing her pants. She faces Ivy, equal parts irked and bold. “Well?”

Ivy studies the bulge in Barbara’s sturdy briefs.

“Take those off,” she says, clicking her pen. “Have you had any unusual symptoms since your penis grew?”

“Besides being hornier than I was before and paying more attention to women, no,” Barbara replies, scowling. She peels off her briefs to stand there in just her bra. Despite how stimulating Ivy’s body is, Barbara’s having no difficulty staying soft. Being in this situation here, in Wayne Tower, isn’t very erotic. Especially knowing that if she leaves this small sleeping area, she’ll be on camera.

“No fever? How’s your appetite?”

“Same as always. I work out a lot.”

“I see that,” Ivy murmurs, glancing up from her notepad. “And let’s say we’re three inches soft and one inch in diameter.”

Barbara looks down self-consciously. That’s probably accurate. At least Ivy isn’t going out of her way to make this uncomfortable.

“And hard?”

“What?” Barbara asks.

“Sit down.” Ivy points at the bed.

“Um,” Barbara replies uncertainly.

“Just do what I tell you. It’ll save time,” Ivy says tiredly.

Blushing, Barbara seats herself on the edge of Ivy’s bed. The sheets are cool beneath her bare bottom. She folds her hands in her lap.

Ivy rolls her eyes and sits beside her, setting her notepad aside and firmly moving Barbara’s hands out of the way.

“Just keep still. I need to know that everything’s working and that you’re healthy before we do this,” she says.

“Oh gosh,” Barbara says, swallowing as Ivy touches her.

The way that Ivy’s fingers handle Barbara’s cock is skillful and businesslike, but the look on her face isn’t.

“What is that look?” Barbara asks shakily as her cock swells.

“What? I formulated it, but Harley didn’t have the balls to take it. I’m admiring my work,” Ivy says.

Right. She went to Arkham immediately after the attack. She’s probably never gotten her hands on her, uh, handiwork before.

Barbara’s fully erect.

“Five and a half? Six? Maybe a little more?” Ivy grins and squeezes Barbara's shaft, pulling firmly. “Can we get a little bigger? Just a little?”

Barbara clenches her jaw. Ivy’s hand is amazing. Every inch of Barbara’s skin is tingling, but she’s determined to keep quiet. Barbara squeezes her thighs together. Ivy keeps pulling.

“We’ll say six inches,” Ivy says.

“Sure,” Barbara manages to reply.

“Does that feel good?”

Face burning, Barbara nods.

“Good.” Ivy appears to be enjoying herself. “Can you finish for me?”

Embarrassed, Barbara shuts her eyes and nods again.

“Go ahead. No hurry, I guess. Whenever you’re ready,” Ivy says, her soft hand pulling rhythmically.

Barbara curls her toes, and more warm tingling goes up and down her body. A sense of pressure in her core coalesces around her groin, then washes over her.

She grunts softly and her cock throbs.

“That’s it,” Ivy says encouragingly, still squeezing.

Breathing hard, Barbara opens her eyes. Strings of cum decorate Ivy’s fingers and knuckles. Several drops shine on Barbara’s bare thighs.

She lets out a moan of satisfaction.

Ivy lets go and considers her hand, then gives it a tentative sniff.

Barbara watches her face. Ivy notices her.

“I’m good,” she says.

“Modest too,” Barbara pants.

Ivy snorts and gets to her feet, getting a towel from the bathroom. She wipes off her hand and pats Barbara dry.

“OK. No surprises. Except that cute face you made,” she adds. “I’ll give you a half-dose.”

“Is that going to leave me with a tiny penis?” Barbara asks, pulling up her briefs.

“It shouldn’t. If it does, that’ll be simple enough to fix,” Ivy says, scribbling on her notepad. “But it’ll put you to sleep. So I’ll dose you, but you should spend the next day under observation.”

“I can be under observation until Gotham Insider.”

“Fine, but take it easy,” Ivy warns.

“What about you?”

“I want to see how this goes before I make any plans.” Ivy pulls on a robe and ties the belt. “But if you’re asking what I’ll be doing after you leave, I could use some alone time. Brave little power boss…” She shrugs. “It’s kind of doing it for me.”

“Well, an eco-terrorist just did it for me. If this works, I’ll return the favor.”

“If it works, you’ll be sorry.”

Barbara hesitates. “Maybe,” she admits.

“I’ll still take you up on it.”

Out in the lab, Ivy measures dark fluid into a beaker and holds it out.

“Just like this?” Barbara asks, holding it up to the light.

“Would you rather have it as a shot?”

“Not really.” Barbara takes a deep breath and downs the contents of the beaker. It tastes foul, but the flavor doesn’t linger. She hands the beaker back.

“Tell Fox to have his people share everything with me. I need to know how this goes to do my work,” Ivy says.

“I will. Thank you.”

“We had a deal.”

“No, I meant for the…” Barbara mimes movement with her hand.

Ivy snorts, blushing slightly. “My pleasure,” she says.

Barbara pulls her coat back on and goes to the elevator. Inside, she hits the stop button and puts her earpiece in.

“Kate? What do we have?”

“She’s up. No movement yet,” Kate reports.

“Stay on her. Stephanie, are you on the channel?”

“I’m here,” Stephanie replies.

“I’m about to go under. I took the antidote. I’ll be out of action for the rest of the day and tonight; I can’t risk being in the field when I don’t know about possible side effects. Follow up on investigations, but don’t make any moves without me.”

“What if the Joker pops off?” Kate asks obstinately.

“Call Wonder Woman.”

“Did you know that my first orgasm was humping a pillow looking at a poster of her?” Kate asks.

There’s a weird noise from Stephanie.

“Kate!” Barbara says, aghast. “That’s not work-appropriate.”

“I’m just saying that I bet me and her would have great synergy working together.”

“OK, shut up and focus on Lotte. Stephanie, if you need something to do, take a look at my notes on Amelie Araignee’s **** and see what you think. Alfred is in charge. Not you two.”

“OK, Mom,” Kate and Stephanie say in unison.

Barbara is about to go under.

Switch to Kate? Or Stephanie?