Superperil - Fighter Batgirl

Story by Samsa23                    

                   The bell rang out just moments after Barbara delivered the final kick into her opponent’s stomach. The other fighter went sprawling onto the mat in a heap.

              “And here we have it, ladies and gentlemen! Our winner is none other than our own undefeated champion: Batgirl!” the loudspeaker cried out to the applause of Barbara’s many supporters. She won them a lot of money and she didn’t do too bad herself.

            She patted her costume, this latest fight had been an unexpectedly close one. Her challenger hadn’t been half bad in the ring, and as a result during some point in the fight the zipper of Barbara’s latex fighting costume had been pulled down to expose the sides of her generous breasts. She could zip it back up, but she chose not to. Showing off the girls always snagged her better cuts from the fight organizers.

            Barbara walked out of the cage and over to Dick, one of the organizers.

            “Another great fight, Babs,” he smiled, lowering a manilla envelope filled with cash in her direction. “Question is, will you let me take you out to dinner to celebrate? It’s not too late, I’m sure we could find a place that’s still open.”

            Barbara snatched the envelope from his hands and counted through the bills, “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to get between these legs, Richard, maybe if you up my cuts for the next few fights I might consider it.”

            Dick sat back with a halfsmile, “Well, Batgirl, there might not be any need for that. I’ve got someone who wants to talk to you about your next fight. Deep pockets too.”

            That caught Barbara’s attention. She followed Dick’s outstretched hand to see a woman with short blonde hair and a stunning red dress standing by the building’s back wall. She caught Barbara looking and gave her a half wave.

            “Cop?” Barbara questioned.

            Dick shook his head, “Seems clean, we haven’t made any mistakes lately so I doubt anyone is onto our little fights.”

            Barbara made her way over to the curvaceous blonde, “I hear you’re a fan.”

            The blonde smiled, “More assessing the competition, I heard you’re the toughest fighter in town. No defeats, sexy costume…the whole nine yards.”

            Barbara crossed her arms, “Let me guess you’ve got a fighter of your own. Listen lady, I get wanting to test your girls against the best and all, but I’m a busy woman and I don’t have time for…”

            “I can pay you one million dollars.”

            That got Barbara’s arms to drop to her sides. That kind of money would set her up for life. Was this woman serious?

            “Meet my fighter here tonight after everyone else has left. Just you and her. You win, you get paid.”