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"Step and turn and step! Step and turn and step. One! Two! One! Two!" Batwoman twirled and spin, standing on her tiptoes as she danced in the studio. "Come on now." Luke Kelly her instructor followed her along, as she gracefully flew across the studio. "And let's just-" he sighed, clapping his hands twice before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a remote as he stopped the music. "Something on your mind?"
"No." she said, catching her breath, brushing her red hair out of her face and adjusting her sweatband, which was thoroughly soaked, and adjusting her sports bra and tight leggings. "No, I'm just tired I did a bunch of shifts back to back together."
And she had to deal with a rowdy bachelor party earlier. She ended up popping out of a cake AND getting frosted… it was a whole thing. Luke Kelly: Famous Choreographer, golden age Hollywood actor, dancer, and silver fox sighed reluctantly.
"I push you hard my dear, you know that. I don't want you tiring yourself out." He grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to her, she took a sip from it. "You could injure yourself, and trust me you don't want that." he said frankly, "One twisted ankle and your whole career is over."
"No. I look forward to these sessions." She said, "I can do it. Play the music." But she was clearly exhausted.
Luke sighed, "…No my dear, let's call it a night." He said sadly, "Go home and rest up we'll reschedule."
"I can do it!" she said loudly, but Luke held firm.
"You're tired and now you're frustrated." Luke said firmly, "No." he said firmly. He watched her for a minute, before smiling kindly. "Tell you what, why don't you shower, get dressed, and we'll go out and have dinner? Hmmn?" he smiled kindly. "So we don't waste the night."
Batwoman sighed, taking a deep breath, then sighed again, nodding slowly. "Okay. Yes… I'll go and clean up."
"I'll be right out here." He replied as she went to the showers of the studio, grabbing her backpack of clothes as she went. She slipped out of her sweaty clothes, piling them up nearby before turning on the hot water and letting it spray her sore and exhausted dancer's porcelain-skinned body. Her full breasts and curvy waist blasted of sweat as she soaped herself down. Sighing as she stood directly under the hose and took a full blast to the face and just stood there.
She was so tired. Maybe she should ask for time off? Between raising Sean, dancing with THE Luke Kelly, and Superbabes and all its viable shenanigans, it was probably time for a small vacation… Not that she could actually GO anywhere… every available dollar went to Sean, food, giving Ronnie-Bell rent EVEN if the big girl vehemently said she didn't have too. A responsible adult pays rent…
She turned off the water and sigh, squeezing water from her red hair before shaking it off and grabbing a towel, drying herself, and finally getting dressed. She tugged down her T-shirt, pulled up her loose and comfortable long pants and walked out of the locker room.
Luke promptly hung up his phone and smiled at her, tilting his head to the door. "Come along." He swung his hand, inviting her as she shook her head.
"I'm coming Mr. Kelly."
"My dear I've been training you for months, just call me Luke." He laughed, "Now. I know this lovely pizza place in Upper-east that serves an AMAZING deep dish." He laughed as she followed him out the door, and down the stairs to his car. Ronnie-Bell and Sean dropped her off earlier so he was going to give her a ride home regardless.
"Shouldn't I avoid pizza?" she asked playfully as he cleared his throat.
"Yes. But…" he looked up and down cautiously on the street, playfully keeping a lookout. "…I won't tell anyone if you won't." he winked charmingly and together they got into the car. He sat in the driver's seat, blinked then closed his eyes. "…My dear do me a favor and drive for me will you?" he asked, getting back out of the car rubbing his eyes, and sighing.
"Are you alright?" she asked concernedly as Luke sighed, shaking his head.
"Yes. But my night driving eyes aren't what they used to be." He said sadly, "Might be time for me to get a regular driver."
"Oh… I'm sorry Mr. Kelly."
"Stop calling me Mr. Kelly." He laughed, switching sides with her, sliding into the passenger's seat after slapping the roof of his Mercy-Bent "Now drive my classic car." before getting in. She rolled her pretty green eyes and slipped into the driver's seat, adjusting it slightly before pulling into traffic.
It didn't take them long to get to Upper-east Gotham, "Where am I going?" she asked curiously, glancing at all the various mom and pop restaurants they passed. And of course the obligatory McRonalds.
"Sicily's Slice." Noted Luke pointing absently to the right side of the street, before pointing. "Ah! Right there."
"Where can I park?"
"Right there on the curb." Declared Luke, "I can already smell the tomato sauce." He grinned as she pulled right up to the curb. She parked and they got out together as he held his arm out to her, she laughed as she took it and walked right in.
"Mr. Kelly!" cheered the hostess as soon as she saw him, "Your table is ready." Batwoman blinked at him curiously.
"Your table?" she asked surprised as she was led to a quiet corner, and already occupied booth.
"Dad." Gene Kelly looked up and glanced at Batwoman, somewhat surprised to see her. "Oh… hey, I didn't know you'd be here." He then eyed his father suspiciously as Batwoman slid into the booth, right next to Gene. "You didn't tell me she was coming." He noted nervously as Luke's eye twinkled mischievously.
"Didn't I? I thought I said get a table for three." He said lazily, "Well I'm an old man son, I'm very forgetful."
"Uh huh." He noted, clearing his throat.
"Don't want me here?" she asked hesitantly as Gene quickly cleared his throat.
"No! I was just surprised. I didn't exactly go home and shower so-" he brushed his clothes down, trying to smooth them out. "Could've warned me. I would've cleaned up a little first."
"Then we wouldn't have the best table in the house." Luke declared, waving down a waiter. "Pepperoni my friend." He said charmingly as he nodded and walked off towards the kitchen. "Best pizza in Gotham right here." He poked the table fondly, "I used to get a slice every week. Back when I was filming."
"Is this an old place?" Batwoman asked as Luke smiled charmingly at her. That movie star's smile was impressive, Zoey could very well learn a thing or two… or they could have a smile off.
"Three generations of an old family recipe." Declared Luke proudly, "I've been eating here for years."
Batwoman smiled prettily at him, raising an eyebrow, "…What about avoiding pizza?"
Luke looked aghast. "My dear I said I won't tell if you won't." before grinning again. "You won't be able to have any other pizza once you have a slice of Sicily's."
"He's not wrong." Gene replied with a smile, "It'll be the best pizza you've ever had."
"High expectations." She noted warningly as the Kellys chuckled. It only took 20 minutes, but a hot and fresh classic pepperoni pizza was soon delivered to the table wafting aromatically up her nose. "…That smells amazing." She admitted as the Kellys each took a gigantic slice and she took one herself. Folding it, and then taking a bite before moaning in delight…
Perhaps a little more erotically than the Kellys expected. But that also might just be a habit for her, she did a lot of moaning after all. "Oh my…" she cooed, finally swallowing the hot slice. "…That is amazing." She agreed as the two laughed. "I need to take one of these home to Sean."
"Oh please go right ahead my treat." Luke noted gesturing to the pizza. "How old is he?" he asked conversationally.
"He's 7." Replied Batwoman.
"…And you're raising him all on your own?" he asked surprised as Gene, quietly, listened in.
"Y-yes… sort of." She replied, "…After our mother died our stepfather was…" she sighed, and shook her head. "Unsupportive. He's out of our lives now. But I live with a co-worker of mine and she absolutely loves him. So he has two big sisters now."
"That's good." Luke nodded approvingly. "…So you don't have a boyfriend? Or…" he let the question linger as she shook her head.
"No. Between work, taking care of my brother, dancing… I don't really have the time."
"Mmn." Luke nodded as his son shot his father a look. "That's a shame. But I suppose there's plenty of hope. Isn't that right Gene?" he said playfully as Gene cleared his throat, coughing slightly on his slice.
"Yeah. Yeah there's plenty of hope." He said quickly as they continued to eat. Luke, however, rapidly and quickly finished his slice… absurdly fast for a man his age actually but he was a fit man. He wiped his hand on a napkin, and suddenly stood up from the table as Batwoman and Gene watched him curiously.
"Dad what's up?"
"Hmmn?" he smiled charmingly. "Oh nothing I was thinking about walking home…" he said as Gene blinked at him concernedly. "What? It's not far." He replied, checking his watch. "Should take me ten minutes."
"I know that Dad but why?" Luke however looked at his son, and winked.
"…Dinner's on me son." he said cheerily, "Do make sure the lovely lady gets home will you?" he tossed his keys to a surprised Gene, winking again before paying for their dinner. Gene's mouth hung open slightly, before glancing at Batwoman who quietly took another bite of her pizza.
"…Did my dad just set us up on a date?"
Batwoman froze, blinked at him, and cleared her throat, after a polite moment of chewing. "…Yeah. I think so."
Gene scratched his dark hair, sighing tiredly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it." she said quickly, "There are worse ways to get a date." She replied. She should know, she's been on plenty of paid 'dates'.
"Still this is embarrassing." He said sadly, trying to laugh it off. "My dad is setting me up with one of his students. I should've seen it coming."
"Has it happened before?" she asked playfully as he seemed to hesitate.
"…Actually no." he replied thinking about it, "…He's taught plenty of people and, you know, dancers are particularly athletic, graceful, beautiful."
"…Mmn-hhmn." She noted, blushing slightly.
"He's never tried setting me up before." He replied as Batwoman leaned on the table.
"…So do you want to keep going on this 'date' or do you want to just eat quietly and take me home?" she asked patiently as Gene seemed to think about it.
"…Want to get something to drink?" he replied with a smile, "Actually. What time is it?" he asked looking around as Batwoman checked her watch.
"Oh. It's-"
Time: 8:43 PM. Place: Upper-East Gotham (Sicily's slice.)
Gene took a breath, nodded and smiled. "Then yeah. I'd love to take you out on a date. How about we catch a movie?"
"I haven't seen a movie in years." She replied honestly, "I'd love too."
"There's a late night theatre not too far from here, it shows off old classic movies like Mask of Zorro, or Singing in the Squall." He declared excitedly, "After dinner we can go and have a look, see what's playing. Tickets are on me."
"Great." She replied, continuing to eat. "But let's get the rest of this to go. It'll keep right?"
"Oh don't worry about it. I'll ask the staff to keep it warm for us. Like Dad said, he's been coming here for years."
The staff was more than happy to accommodate. They stayed open late, as this was Gotham, so after their alleged movie they could come right back and pick it up, the theater wasn't far either. Gene and Batwoman walked to it, not too far away.
"Ah…" Gene mumbled quietly and sighed. "…It… looks like romantic movies tonight." He said hesitantly as they looked at what was playing.
"…Aren't these particularly raunchy?" He laughed nervously, raising his hands apologetically.
"They… are. I swear last I looked they were playing classics."
"Maybe there's a change of management?" she replied as Gene cleared is throat.
"Well. I know better to take a lady to a semi-sexy film showing, so how about we go back and-"
"…Gene it's fine. You see who I dress up as…" she replied notedly, "…We can go in there… and have a good time. In fact I WANT to." she wrapped her arm around his, "…Come on." She said prettily as Gene sighed, smiled, and paid for two tickets to The Attendants."
They didn't bother buying and popcorn or drinks heading straight to the theater… and unsurprisingly. It was empty. Gene and Batwoman laughed, both of them picking seats in the middle row, right in the middle. Sitting down and just… chatting. Even as the theater dimmed and the room darkened, signifying the beginning of the movies. They were the only ones there…
Then the movie actually… began. And it was somewhat raunchier than expected. Gene and Batwoman watching essentially softcore 60's erotica… and it was naturally… having an effect on Gene. A natural, usual reaction to it… Batwoman chanced a glance at his crotch… and noticed an erection.
…She wasn't Veronica. She wasn't Lucy… She wasn't Tasha. Or Ola… but… she found herself… moving. Whatever possessed her to do it, not even she could say for sure, but what she might say, in the future was-
'She liked him'
She slipped from her chair, as Gene jumped slightly as she moved between his legs, "What are you-" he began but she raised a finger to his lips. He stopped talking, perfectly silent as she reached for his pants, slowly, quietly opening them as he stared at her in pure surprise.
…Batwoman removed his erection from his underwear, brushing her hair out of her face to look up at him before opening her mouth, and wrapping her lips around him as he shuddered for breath. Slipping between her warm lips as she slid her head down to the base of his cock. Up and down, slowly, running her tongue around his shaft, but made no noise or slurping sounds as she steadily sucked his cock right there in the empty theater while watching softcore porn.
She closed her eyes and bobbed steadily up and down into his lap. Her tongue cupping beneath his shaft, stroking his length with her lips and tongue as she put her skills into practice… one hand wrapped around his girth, sliding up and down with her head as her other hand, amazingly, slid between her legs, rubbing herself through her pants as she squatted on her heels. Her bright red hair waved as she moved her head up and down, back and forth. Opening her green eyes to gaze up at Gene who was, for lack of a better word… thoroughly enjoying it.
His length twitched warningly in her mouth, her lips pressing down to the base of his shaft… and feeling his hot, plentiful load rushing into her throat and straight to her stomach as she inhaled deeply through her nose… taking in his scent as he clenched his teeth and wordlessly opened his mouth, releasing his load as she breathed… then slid slowly off his shaft, and opened her mouth, showing it was empty as Gene's limp erection soon rose back up to life. She probably should've just sucked him off again… but she didn't…
She removed her pants and stood up… taking off regular clothes was far easier than taking off her costume. Then, before she stopped herself, she climbed onto his lap. His hands went to her waist, and both of them were panting excitedly as she slipped him easily inside her. Panting excitedly together, she began to bounce on his lap, pressing her body close to his, rubbing her breasts against his chest through her shirt as she continued her galloping pace on top of him. Her shapely dancer backside bounced and clapped softly against his thighs, her body tightening as his grip around her waist tightened firmly, sinking into her skin as she fell forward against him.
Gasping as she climaxed on his lap, gyrating and grinding on top of him as her body tensed up, she threw her head back and stifled an orgasmic scream, shuddering and trembling on top of Gene as he held her tightly and began bucking his hips up into her sensitive, tight dancer body, his fingers and palms sliding all over her lower body squeezing her ass cheeks experimentally as they twitched perfectly in his hands as his hips slapped softly against her body, making her shudder as she suddenly felt a thick load rush deep into her body. She rested her chin on his right shoulder and her forehead against the soft chair cushion behind him. Both of them shaking and gasping quietly for breath…
And then she felt him twitching inside her, rolling back she flexibly stretched across the opposite row and writhing seductively as he grabbed her waist tightly and began thrusting into her. Her arms stretched across two chairs, holding on tightly as Gene began speeding up, thrusting and grinding rapidly inside her, clapping their hips loudly together as her head rolled back and watched the movie, moaning softly as Gene continued his vigorous thrusts, pulling her towards him as she clenched her teeth, shaking in pleasure. Her body gyrated towards his pumping, grinding hips as her insides tightened around him.
He wrapped his arms around her back, yanking her upright as they wrapped their arms around each other as they finished, her legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted her up and down on his lap… and they both orgasmed, shaking together as he buried himself inside her and his face into her shoulder as she clung to his dark hair, gasping exhaustedly as they fell back into his seat…
She then pushed off him stood up and turned around, dropping her shapely dancer booty back onto his cock, taking him inside her as she grabbed the cupholders of the theater chair. Her ass cheeks rippled majestically as he held her waist again, pulling her down harder and faster onto his lap as she continued to ride his lap. His cock plunged deep into her body again and again as she half twerked half lap-danced on him, taking him into her body over and over as Gene's fingers sunk into her waist and slammed her down abruptly onto his lap…
Her body shudder as she felt him release inside her again, throwing her head back and gasping, her shuddering body writhing on top of him more beautifully then anything they could've watched on the screen if they were actually watching it… she flopped back against him, both of them gasping for breath as his hands wrapped around her, rubbing her body as she clawed his silky hair.
They sat in the afterglow for several minutes. The movie, steadily playing on with scantly clad women and 1960s sex. But, eventually, Batwoman stood up, grabbed her pants, and pulled them back on before helping Gene with his cock, slipping it back into his pants and sitting back down next to him like nothing happened with a smile stretching on her face, and then after a moment of Gene wondering what had happened. He grinned too.
Time: 9:35 PM. Place: Upper-east Gotham (Gotham Matinee.)
Batwoman and Gene walked out of the matinee, both of them walking back down the sidewalk together in silence until they returned to Sicily's Slice. Where they gave her the leftover pizza in a box, and together they got into Luke's Mercy-Bent. They Sat quietly together as Gene sat in the driver's seat, then took a breath
"So… Ciara. Are we… going to talk about what happened?" he asked curiously as she cleared her throat, putting the pizza box into the back seat.
"We can…" she said as Gene cleared his throat again. "Where would you like to start?"
"…Um… let's start with where you live so I can drive you home and why we… just did that?" he replied as she chuckled sheepishly, and gave him her address as he pulled into traffic.
"…I… don't really know. I don't usually do things like that so… openly… but." She wiggled, "…I like you." She said as Gene cleared his throat, but smirked rather giddily. "…Want to go to a less encouraging movie sometime?" she asked not looking at him.
"I'd… like that." he nodded quickly, "Yeah. Time. Place… name it."
"Phone number?" she noted.
"I would also like to exchange those. Yes." He said frankly as they drove on in silence… eventually arriving at Ronnie-Bell's home. He stopped the car on the cub as she got out, and grabbed the box of pizza from the back seat, flexibly bending over before standing up and walking around the car, letting the lights illuminate her body as Gene followed her movements and she stood beside the driver's window. He rolled it down as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. "…See you next time Gene." She said, smiling before walking away… swaying that dancer's ass behind her subtly as she reached the front door and waved to him as he, grinning broadly, drove away.
Ciara opened her front door and entered quietly, finding a mostly empty house. Sean was asleep in his bedroom and for half a moment she wondered where Ronnie-Bell was until the towering redhead suddenly entered from the front door. Grinning broadly as Ciara blinked at her surprised.
The big woman was wearing workout clothes, so she must have been using the home gym in the garage. She grinned like a schoolgirl with exciting gossip. "Oooh… something happened didn't it!" she said excitedly as Ciara blushed, "…And is that pizza?"
"…Yeah. Sit. I'll tell you all about it… and leave a slice for me and Sean will you?" she replied, putting the box down and, happily, telling Ronnie-Bell about her night.
End