Mistaken for a Hooker

Barbara searched the room for a quick escape. It was a nightclub scene, with a bar along one of the walls and an open floor which she was currently at the center of. Had she brought her utility belt she could've easily escaped through one of the skylight windows, however, it was very unlikely any of the tools found on her novelty store-bought belt would be of much use here.

She was trapped, butt naked, and surrounded by villains. There was no way this wasn't going to end badly…

"I have to say, Joker," the Penguin spoke, not taking his eyes off Barbara, "This cake you stole has exceeded my expectations in nearly every way."

"Well, I'm glad to please," the Clown bowed, "Though had I known there was a hooker inside the cake I'd have charged you extra for it."

"A hooker?" Barbara thought to herself in confusion, "Do they not know I'm the real Batgirl?"

Before she could ponder that further, the Penguin summoned a few of his henchmen.

"Get her out of the cake and bring her to me," he demanded.

Two henchmen appeared on either side of our heroine, grabbing her arms and lifting her from the cake before taking her down to the Penguin.

"My, my, you look almost identical to the real Batgirl," he grinned, taking the opportunity to admire her figure while her arms were restrained, "Between that red hair, pretty face, and shapely figure, you're almost her spitting image.~"

The henchmen released her, and Barbara immediately went back to covering herself from his leering gaze.

"I-I'm not Batgirl," she said sternly, attempting to give off an air of authority undermined somewhat by her stuttering.

"Well that's obvious," he rolled his eyes, "the real Batgirl isn't popping out of cakes dressed in nothing but frosting."

Reaching out, he ran a finger along her upper breast, wiping off a little frosting from her chest before putting the finger in his mouth. Barbara held herself back from barfing. She wanted to knock him to the floor and punch his teeth in, but with so many villains around that wasn't an option.

"So w-what do you want with me?" she asked, feeling a bead of sweat creeping its way down her back.

He gestured to his henchmen and they quickly brought him a chair.

"I feel given the theme of this party is villainy triumphing over heroism it is fortuitous that you should join us," he sat down in the chair and spread his legs apart wide so our heroine could get a clear view of his crotch, "How about you get over here and give me a lap dance 'Batgirl'? Show how inferior you are to my villainous cock.~"

Suddenly a nauseousness overcame Barbara. There was nothing she wanted to do less than have a sexual encounter with the Penguin. But did she have another choice?

Around the room, the various villains kept their eyes locked on her, eagerly awaiting her move.

She sighed, "Fine..."

Barbara approached the penguin, bending over she nervously pressed her buttocks against the crotch of his pants. Barbara had never performed a lap dance before, but she at least knew the general conceit. Swiveling her hips in a circle, she rubbed her derriere along his lap. She repeated this motion for what felt like forever, before feeling something hard press along her ass!

Before she could even react, a strong tug along her belt pulled her backward against the Penguin's crotch. Stunned, she looked over her shoulder to see the Penguin's grubby hand pulling at the back of her belt, and worst yet sandwiched between her buttocks was the outline of his erection beneath his pants.