Eager to Please

"I know you're upset. But losing your nerve isn't going to help us save Helena."

Barbara Gordon learned early on the value of patience. Dealing with Bruce and the other Bat Boys would have driven her mad otherwise. And as it turned out, keeping a level head did wonders for a young woman's career in superheroics. Barbara only wished that Dinah felt the same.

It wasn't that Dinah was over-emotional while on the job. The Black Canary was considered one of the greats for a reason. But this mission was a special case. One that was pushing limits the Birds of Prey hadn't even considered. And right now, Dinah Lance seemed to be balancing right on the edge. It was up to Barbara to nudge her friend back into a more stable element.

As it stood, Barbara could have been doing a better job.

"Don't tell me to calm down! You weren't there!" Dinah hissed, making a clear effort to keep from shouting. She paced back and forth, rubbing her temples. "Bastard had his hands all over me…"

The two had chosen to meet up behind one of the campus libraries. A secluded spot where they could exchange notes, compare intel. At least, that's what Barbara had expected. Dinah had been the one to call this emergency meeting, citing it as urgent. Barbara thought the blonde might have snagged some juicy info, but now it was clear the other woman had needed to vent.

Dinah was still wearing her… updated athletics garb. Hot pants, sports bra, and hoodie. An outfit that provided a tantalizing view. The effect had only been amplified because of the woman who adorned it.

Barbara understood then. The skimpy clothes, designed to lure in the likes of Matt Reston, had done their job wonderfully. Too wonderfully. Reston took the bait… And then he took some more. More than what Dinah was comfortable with.

Barbara sympathized, she truly did. But they still had a mission to complete.

"We both knew from the start that this wasn't going to be easy. Undercover jobs always push our boundaries."

"Yeah?" Dinah shot Barbara a quick but heated glare. She hugged her arms close to her body, closing the hoodie so that it wrapped around her torso. "Well, I'm not wearing this stupid outfit again. Got it?"

Barbara pressed her lips into a thin line, giving a short nod. The 'sexy gym teacher' getup exposed only a little more skin than Dinah's normal Black Canary outfit. The difference was in the context behind the attire. When Dinah wore the boots, the fishnets, and the corset, she was powerful, fierce, gorgeous. She was the blonde powerhouse, the bold Black Canary. But when Dinah was wearing tight hot pants and a tiny sports bra, she was raw meat baiting the big game. She was the blood in the water, meant to draw out the great white.

It had always fascinated Barbara, the psychology behind clothes. But that was something to ponder for another time.

"Were you able to get any intel out of Reston?" Barbara forced back a wince. Her words might have come across as too cold, too indifferent. But every moment they spent fretting over getting groped or leered at, was another moment Helena spent under the Brotherhood's thrall.

Dinah stopped pacing and leaned against the brick wall of the library. For a moment, she was silent, staring into space. Then…

"...The rings might work exactly like you predicted a while back. Senders and receivers. From what Reston told me, rings are given to Brotherhood members and sister rings are made to be handed out to their lady friends." Dinah spoke, her voice flat and diminutive. She didn't meet Barbara's eyes, averse to any deeper contact.

"The rings establish a mental connection and the master rings assert the wearers' influence." Barbara pondered, frowning. "At least, that's what makes the most sense from what we know so far. Did you get any info on the Brotherhood itself?"

"Reston made it sound like a cult." Dinah shrugged, huffing through her nose. "He said the rings were 'spiritual', whatever the hell that means. Creep. I didn't stick around to learn more. Sorry."

"It was a difficult situation." Barbara conceded.

Dinah gave a curt nod, still refusing to look Barbara in the eyes. The redhead said nothing, allowing her friend a measure of deference. A respectful silence was all that she could do. Dinah had never been the type to appreciate pep talks.

"Yeah." The blonde said after a long, quiet moment. "Well, what about you? You learn anything?"

"There's some sort of ceremony going down this Saturday evening. Overheard a Brotherhood creep talking about it." Barbara left out the part where said Brotherhood creep was enjoying the company of not one, but two enthralled female teachers. Dinah didn't need that knowledge on top of being molested. "It sounded like a big deal."

At that, Dinah did meet Barbara's gaze. The redhead saw a familiar spark in the woman's eyes then, that indomitable spirit that the Black Canary was known for. Barbara felt the corner of her mouth quirk upwards. Inside, she felt relief. There was no way some teen sex fiend with grubby hands could snuff out the fire of Dinah Lance.

Dinah pushed off the brick wall, intent clear on her face. "Black Canary and Batgirl are definitely crashing that party. Right?"

"That's the ideal scenario, yes. But first we need confirmation that the rings do in fact function on a sender-receiver system. If they do, then disrupting their mental connection should be a piece of cake."

"And if they don't?"

"Then we might need to call in some back-up. Zatanna should be able to handle this mess if it turns out to be too complicated for us. She has far more field experience with arcane crimes than we do."

Dinah wrinkled her nose at the mention of the Mistress of Magic. Barbara noted an expression of distaste quickly passing across her friend's features. Did something happen between them?

"I'd rather we handle this ourselves, Barb. Helena's our girl."

Oh, Barbara pursed her lips. It's pride, then.

"It's never a good idea to turn away help." Barbara countered. "Especially if it turns out we're in over our heads."

"We're not." Dinah insisted, perhaps a bit too forcefully. "The Birds of Prey have taken down worse than horny teen boys. And you've handled mind control bullshit before. We should handle this on our own, Barb."

It was clear that Dinah had some strong feelings. Strong enough that Barbara knew pressing the matter would only lead into an argument. An undercover mission was absolutely the worst possible situation to have such disagreements. So, Barbara Gordon decided to play diplomat the best way she knew how: Change the subject and hope Dinah would cool off.

"In either case, we need to stay undercover. At least until we know for sure exactly what kind of magic we're dealing with."

"Patience." Dinah muttered the word like it was sour on her tongue. "I'm getting really tired of it, Barb."

"It's only until Saturday." Barbara maintained her cool attitude. She was the stable element. The leader of the team. Batgirl was the one who set the example. "And if our theory about how the rings work is correct, then we can crash that party harder than any party has ever been crashed. And you can put the screws to Matthew Reston. As many screws as you please."

As expected, the promise of violent retribution caused the tiniest of smirks to emerge on Dinah's lips. There was surely something for Barbara to explore regarding her colleague's veneration for brutality, but that was a discussion for another time.

"Oh, I love the sound of that." Dinah purred, all too pleased at the prospect of putting the hurt on the slimy bastard who took their Helena. "How are we getting into their little shindig?"

"We know when it's going to be, but not where. And we have only the slightest idea of who's going to be attending. We can't use trackers, too many things can go wrong. I think we'll be playing the infiltration game." Barbara concluded.

"Which means…?" Dinah pressed, leaning forward.

"We'll need to get our hands on a formal invitation."

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Meanwhile, on the other side of campus…

To Matt's great delight, Miss Bertinelli was more than just punctual. She was early. It was all the more impressive when he remembered that her classroom was in a different building. The fact that he shot her a text less than ten minutes ago meant she had to have rushed over to meet with him. Matt had to admire a woman with that kind of dedication. He was flattered by it, truly.

But now wasn't the time for praise. Matt had a glaring issue that needed taking care of. One that was thick, throbbing, and just a couple inches shy of a foot. It was exactly the type of problem that he knew Miss Bertinelli loved to solve.

The young man's need was so great that he didn't even stop for the usual meet-up make-out with Helena. Instead, he slid his arm around her waist and quickly, forcefully ushered her into an empty classroom.

"Get your sweet ass in there," He growled, giving his woman a light shove towards the teacher's desk. She stumbled slightly on her heels, but quickly found her balance. But Matt was more focused on the way her hips and ass moved, swaying with each step while wrapped snug in a tight purple business skirt. Helena shot him a wide-eyed look over her shoulder, smiling wide and giggling like mad. Such a small thing was enough to drive a guy crazy.

"I ever tell you how much I love it when you order me around, mister?" Helena hummed giddily, planting her sweet rear-end atop that lucky, lucky desk. She leaned back, planting her hands behind her, displaying herself as Matt entered into the room after her.

"I've got a general idea." Matt's voice rumbled from deep in his chest. He locked the door behind him.

Then he was upon her, his lips meeting hers in a deep kiss. Her ferocity surprised him, the desperate hunger with which she accepted his looming body, his invading tongue, his roaming hands. Helena took as much as she was being taken, devouring his kisses like a starving tigress.

Matt needed more, his mouth moving to her neck. He felt her fingers running through his hair, softly pushing him downward. A silent demand from a needy, willing woman. It was the only kind of demand that Matt loved to oblige.

"Mmmm… Something's gotten into you…" He heard Helena's smokey voice sing as he tasted the bare skin of her neck, her collarbone.

"Too rough?" Matt questioned, his hands rising up Helena's flanks from her waist. He ran his tongue across her skin, pressing his face into the woman's neck. He took in her scent, her flavor, getting himself drunk on his woman's body.

"Not at all…" Helena hummed, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. " I love it when you get grabby, too."

Matt grunted and reached up to cup Helena's breasts through her purple, silk blouse. A delicate, button-up thing. With her coat now discarded on the floor, Matt could now see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples, hard with arousal, poked gently against the soft fabric. Matt needed them in his mouth.

Helena gasped as he tore open her top, sending half-a-dozen small buttons scattering across the classroom floor. Before anger could even register in her head, Matt was assaulting her breasts, filling his starving mouth with nipple and womanly flesh. He kissed, sucked, licked, devoured her tits. One, then the other. Tending to one with his lashing tongue while his hand groped the other, taking a nipple between his fingers, teasing it some.

"Bad!" Helena rasped, her voice wavering at a high pitch. It was clear it was taking all of her strength not to squeal. "Bad boy!"

Matt rose back up, smashing his lips against hers to silence her. She moaned into his mouth, her own hands finding their way under his shirt. He felt her touch move slow-like across his abs, Helena taking her sweet time taking her turn to feel him up.

He pulled away then, tugging his own shirt over his head and undoing his belt. Miss Bertinelli stared at him with hungry eyes, still leaning against the desk. With her blouse torn open, he could see her supple breasts rising and falling with each deep breath the woman took. Even lower were her incredibly toned abdominals. A tantalizing sight. Matt had been sharing a bed with Helena for months now and he still found himself admiring how incredibly in-shape the woman was under her mousy teacher getup.

"I think it's time you made that mouth of yours a little more useful, Miss B." Matt told her, undoing his fly, button and zipper both. His prick, long and thick and aching, was free then. The veiny bastard swung down between his legs as he tugged his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. Helena's eyes followed it, the woman all but hypnotized by the swollen head, red and angry as it was.

"I was wondering when you would put me to work…" Helena gave him a wicked smile and slowly knelt between his legs, bundling her discarded coat under knees.

Foreplay was unwanted, unnecessary. Matt's prick needed Helena's mouth. And she knew it. When she mouthed his cock, lathering the head with her tongue, Matt understood then - and was thankful for - the power of a woman's intuition.

"Oh, God…"

It was Matt's turn to run his fingers through Helena's hair, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. She began to dutifully and eagerly suck him off in the middle of the empty classroom. She bobbed her head, back and forth, her lips gliding along the shaft. She took him deep, forcing herself down until the majority of his length was engulfed in her mouth and throat. Then she pulled back, sucking in desperate breaths. Helena took a few ragged inhales then darted forward to start it all over again.

"Damn… You like the taste?" Matt grunted, grinning down at the woman kneeling between his legs.

"Mmmmm..." Helena hummed in the affirmative, not breaking eye contact even as Matt gripped her head and forced himself deep into her gullet. He held himself there, growling as he felt her throat convulse around his cock. He released her after a long moment, his cock quickly slipping from her mouth and throat with a wet SHLRP. Several strands of saliva still connected his manhood to Helena's lips. The wonderful sight sent his prick twitching wildly against the cool air.

"You can thank your friend for this." Matt told Helena, sighing as he began to stroke himself, pumping his slick cock. "Blondie. She did this to me."

"...Dinah?" Helena coughed, wiping some excess spit from her lips and chin.

"She's been driving me crazy for days now. Ever since she started teaching my gym class." Matt explained, closing the distance between him and Helena again. His hand came to rest on top of her head as he aimed his prick directly at her mouth. "Wearing sexy outfits. Flirting with me. Teasing me. I've got a lot of pent-up energy because of her."

Matt lightly prodded his cockhead against Helena's lips. But the woman could only smirk at the way her man described her old friend.

"Sounds like Dinah." Helena admitted, giggling. She swiped her tongue against the tip of Matt's cock before giving the head a soft, loving kiss. She smiled up at Matt, her eyes never leaving his.

Then Matt shoved his big cock back deep into Helena's willing mouth. He placed both of his hands on her head, holding her steady with a firm grip. The young man started to work his hips, thrusting himself into Helena's mouth. Fucking his cock into her throat. And Helena accepted the abuse willingly. Readily. Eagerly.

This was the kind of power the Brotherhood afforded it's members. And from the way things were working out, it was only going to get better.

Matt felt a stirring in his balls, the precursor to the long-awaited eruption. It was the kind of gift Helena had loved receiving. Matt knew it was going to be a big one. And he knew it wasn't going to disappoint her.

"I think we're gonna be wrapping this up in a bit, Miss B." Matt warned his woman, driving himself into her mouth until her nose was pressed against his groin. She gurgled around his cock, eyes glistening and her hands softly rubbing his thighs. A lovely sight for a man to see. "Once you're finished down there, you and I are going to have a talk about your friend, Dinah."

From the glimmer that appeared in her eyes just then, Matt had a feeling Helena was as eager to have that conversation as he was.

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