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ROBIN GIRL WONDER - the reboot I recently stumbled across Fraylim's wonderful "Miss-Adventures of Robin the Girl Wonder" drawings again, and decided to write a completely new version of my Robin Girl Wonder story. This time I'll faithfully stick to the storyline as presented in Fraylim's art. I enjoyed re-imagining this story and I hope you enjoy reading it. Here's a link to Fraylim's art online: It's fun and sexy. http://tgcaps.com/caps/fanart/fraylim/robin01.jpg.php if the link isn't working, Google "Fraylim comics". This is a work of fan-fiction that includes characters owned by DC Comics. It is not intended to damage their copyright in any way. CHAPTER 1, POISONED IVY Robin crouched in the dark alley, observing the large greenhouse. It was hidden in an otherwise industrial section of Gotham and would make an ideal hideout for the villainous Poison Ivy. He stumbled upon it while out on routine night patrol of the city. There appeared to be nobody around, so Robin decided to make a closer inspection. He picked the lock to the rear entrance to the greenhouse and slipped inside. "That was easy," he thought. "If Poison Ivy is using this place she's not too worried about unexpected guests." The air in the greenhouse was hot and heavy with humidity. A verdant jungle of plants filled the space, intercepting most of the moonlight before it could reach the floor and leaving only narrow paths for human intrusion. Robin crept forward silently. In the center of the greenhouse he found a small cleared area set up as a laboratory. It was empty except for a single tiny vial of deep green liquid sitting in the middle of a table. A dangling vine tickled his neck and he brushed it aside, but it suddenly wrapped around his arm. Before he could pull a knife from his utility belt, more vines wrapped around his other arm and legs. He struggled but couldn't bust free. Poison Ivy stepped out from behind a cluster of plants. "Hello, Robin," she greeted softly. "What brings you here this time of night?" "Let me go, Ivy," Robin demanded. "Why would I do that?" she answered as she stepped close to him. "You're such a silly boy for walking in here. People in this neighborhood are far too afraid of me to do anything so stupid." Robin felt Ivy's pheromones cloud his mind with lust. "Batman will be here any minute," Robin lied, hoping to scare her off. "Let's not waste time then," Ivy breathed in his ear. "Give me a kiss you meddlesome boy." Poison Ivy's kisses were poisonous and lethal, which Robin knew full well. He strained to keep his lips away from hers. "No kisses?" Ivy laughed. "I suppose that would be a waste." She backed away from Robin and picked up the tiny vial of green liquid. She sat on the edge of the table and said, "Get comfortable dear. I have a story to tell you. This greenhouse contains the only living example of an ancient plant, the Tiresia Potestatum. It grows extremely slowly and flowers once every 100 years. This happens to be the year and the plant flowered a few days ago. From the flower I collected this green liquid, which has properties unlike anything I've ever seen. It seems to have the potential to interact with animal DNA. Isn't that odd? Well, I think it is. I was going to inject it into a rat to see what happens, but then you appeared. You're a much more worthy test subject, don't you agree?" She took a syringe from a drawer and filled it with the liquid from the vial. Robin struggled madly against the vines. "Ivy, don't do this! I'm not your guinea pig!" "Don't be silly, Robin," she chastised him as she approached with the syringe. "It's a great honor to be the recipient of such a rare plant extract." She stabbed the needle into his arm and pushed down the plunger. The liquid flowed into his vein. She yanked out the needle and moved away from him. "That may take days to do whatever it's going to do," she told him, " and unfortunately I don't have time to wait around with you. Such a shame. But never fear, I'm certain our paths will cross again some day and I'll learn the result of our little experiment. Now I must be going. Give my best to Batman." And she left. Robin passed out and hung there, suspended by the tangled vines. The only sound in the greenhouse was the occasional drip of condensation from a leaf. CHAPTER 2, NEW YOU Robin slowly woke up. He was in bed. A hospital bed. Sickly florescent light illuminated the room. His throat was parched so he croaked, "water." "Doctor, she's awake," a woman's voice said. A straw pressed to his lips and Robin drank greedily. A doctor moved into Robin's view. "Please stay still, Robin. You're safe. I'm Dr. Parsons and you're at STAR Labs." "STAR Labs?" Robin rasped. His voice sounded weird. "Why?" The doctor didn't answer. Instead he asked, "Do you remember what happened to you?" "I found Poison Ivy's greenhouse," Robin replied. "She captured me and injected me with liquid from the bloom of some rare plant. That's all I remember." "Batman found you the next morning," Dr. Parsons explained. "He took you to Gotham General Hospital, but you were transferred here because of your condition." "What condition?" The doctor frowned. "There's no easy way to say this, Robin. Whatever Poison Ivy injected you with has changed your body dramatically. We can't explain how, but it rewrote your DNA. You're now a fully functioning girl." "What?!" Robin yelped and tried to sit up. The room spun and he slumped back to the bed. "So weak. What's wrong with me?" "You've been unconscious for a week, Robin," the doctor told him, "and your body has been through an extreme trauma. It will take time to regain your strength." "Am I really a girl?" The doctor nodded. "If I didn't see the transformation with my own eyes I'd never believe you were born male. Let me help you up. Nurse, please bring a mirror." The doctor helped Robin sit up, then held onto while the former boy stood. One look in the mirror and Robin exclaimed, "Holy gender benders, Doc! I've got boobs!" "Yes, you're quite, umm, busty. You have all the physical characteristics of a girl in her late teens." "My butt is huge too," Robin mournfully observed. "Is there any way to reverse this, doctor?" Doctor Parsons helped Robin lay down. "We're working on it, but we don't have any answers yet." Robin doubted they ever would, and he was despondent. "I'm sure you're doing your best, Doc. Thanks for your help." The next day Bruce Wayne took Robin home to Wayne Manor. There was nothing more the doctors could do for her. She could rest and recuperate at home. Bruce brought her a t-shirt, sweatpants and flip-flops to wear home. "I didn't know what else would fit," Bruce said. "You're going to need new clothes." Robin nodded. She was just happy to get out of the hospital gown. Bruce turned his back while Robin changed. Her height hadn't changed, she was still five-and-a-half feet tall, so the t-shirt and sweats fit although she filled them out in the chest and ass in ways she never did before. She slipped her feet into the sandals, which were now far too big, and sighed. "Okay, I'm ready." Bruce turned to look at Robin and she blushed. This was so humiliating! He held the door for her on the way out, and she realized she'd have to get used to that. When they arrived at Wayne Manor, Barbara Gordon was there waiting. The girls hugged and their boobs squashed together which was very awkward for Robin. "Are you okay?" Barbara asked. Robin nodded. "I'm tired but okay. There's just a lot to get used to." Barbara perked up. "Speaking of getting used to the new you," Barbara said, "you can't be Tim anymore so I created a new identity for you. I got you a driver's license, social security card, credit card and everything." She handed cards to Robin. "I hope you like it." "Tiffany Thompson?" Robin flinched. "That's my new name?" "You should let her pick her own name, Barbara," Bruce objected. "What's wrong with it?" Barbara argued. "It's cute and I think I know better than either of you what makes a good name for a girl." "I wouldn't have chosen such a girly name," Robin said, "but it's as good as any I guess." She was too depressed to talk about it. "I'm going up to my room now. I'm really tired." During the following week Robin ate meals with Bruce and Alfred, but otherwise she was in her room or wandering the estate alone. She flat out refused to go clothes shopping with Barbara and wore a t-shirt and sweatpants every day. She was too weak to fight crime with Bruce and that made her even more depressed. She felt useless. Finally Bruce had enough. One night at dinner told her, "This has gone on long enough, Tiffany. You need to get back out in the world." "Can't you call me Robin?" she asked. "No, you have to get used to your name, Tiffany," Bruce told her. "I also want you to register for college classes. I talked to Barbara about it and you'll be her roommate in the dorm. She'll help you with the transition." "I have to move out of Wayne Manor?!" Tiffany gasped. "It's too solitary for you here," Bruce said. "College is the perfect place for you to meet some people your own age." Tiffany had no desire to meet people, but she just shrugged and said, "Whatever." Bruce didn't like Tiffany's attitude. "Barbara will take you shopping tomorrow. Classes start next Wednesday." CHAPTER 3, GONE SHOPPING The next day found Tiffany and Barbara in Victoria's Secret. "Seriously?" Tiffany asked. "We're starting with Victoria's Secret?" Babs grinned. "I call it 'total immersion therapy', Tiff. Dive head- first into being a girl and you'll get used to it a lot faster than if you tip-toe in slowly." Tiffany shook her head and sighed. "Whatever." The store was sleek, dramatically lit and stuffed full of frilly nothings. A salesgirl approached and soon Tiffany was in a dressing room trying on her first bra and pantie set. Barbara taught her how to put on the bra. Tiffany looked at herself in the mirror and winced. "Does it have to be pink?" "Would you prefer black lace?" Barbara asked. "Don't they come in plain white?" "They do," Babs admitted, "but pink looks great on you." "If you say so." Babs shook her head. "You are going to be the most reluctant beauty in the history of woman-kind." Tiffany stared at herself in the mirror. "Am I really beautiful?" Babs put an arm around her friend's shoulders. "You know you are. Accept it." Tiffany turned sideways and winced again. Her big round ass-cheeks were bare. "Do I have to wear a thong?" "Don't be such a baby. All the girls wear them." Tiffany left Victoria's Secret with a dozen bras and panties in pink, black and red. Her one white set was the sexiest of all - a push-up with all-over lace. Barbara also made her buy a pink nightie that was so sheer and tiny that she might as well wear nothing. In Neiman Marcus, the saleswoman told Tiffany that schoolgirl outfits were the rage among college girls. Barbara urged Tiffany to try one on and Tiffany didn't bother to fight about it. She just wanted to get the shopping trip over with as soon as possible. The outfits came in a variety of colors but Barbara selected a green- and-black plaid mini-skirt, white shirt, black cardigan sweater, black knee socks and black Mary Jane shoes with thick 2-inch heels. Tiffany put it all on and stepped out of the dressing room. "Do I look ridiculous?" she asked. "No, you look terrific," Barbara insisted. The saleswoman nodded. "With your short hair and young face that look is perfect for you! So cute!" Tiffany turned this way and that in front of the mirrors. "I guess it's not so bad," she gave in. It was her first skirt and it was more comfortable than she thought it would be. The draft around her bum was a little disconcerting but she could deal with that. "I'll buy it, but I'm not wearing skirts everyday. I want jeans too." "Of course," Babs agreed. "We're just getting started." They selected plaid mini-skirts in three colors (including pink), three cardigans to match, three white shirts, knee socks in black and white, and Mary Jane shoes in black and white. Then they moved on to the jeans department. Tiffany just wanted to buy basic jeans and get out of there, but Barbara made her try on dozens of pairs. "Why are there so many styles of women's jeans?" the exasperated Tiffany asked. "I just want simple jeans!" "There are so many styles because there are so many shapes of women, Tiff," Babs calmly explained. "Your bubble butt looks best in low-rise jeans like the ones you have on now." The jeans Tiffany had on were tighter than she liked and rode extra-low on her hips but she wanted to leave. She said to the saleswoman, "I want four more pairs of these jeans. Two in blue and two in black. I'll wear the pair I have on." She turned to Barbara. "After I pay for this we're out of here. I'm done shopping for today." "We still have to buy blouses," Barbara argued. Tiffany cut her off. "No. I'll wear t-shirts. I have lots of those in all colors and they still fit." "At least buy some sneakers," Barbara told her, "or you'll be wearing those Mary Jane shoes everywhere you go." Tiffany relented but didn't waste any time. She selected a simple pair of white Keds sneakers and was out of the shoe department in record time. CHAPTER 4, COLLEGE GIRL On the first day of classes, Barbara laid out clothes for Tiffany to wear. Tiffany took one look and yelled, "Pink! Why do I have to wear the pink schoolgirl outfit on my first day?!" "Total immersion therapy," Barbara repeated as she did so often. It was her reason for everything. "Trust me, it's good for you." Tiffany fumed but she put on the white shirt, pink plaid mini-skirt, pink cardigan sweater, white knee socks and white Mary Jane shoes. "I look eight years old!" she protested. Barbara smirked. "Believe me, with that body you don't look like a little girl." The other girls in the dorm gave Tiffany lots of compliments and she relaxed a little. Tiffany avoided contact with other students and became famous for her frosty glare and sullen attitude. One boy was too persistent in trying to chat her up and he got kicked in the balls. Other than going to class, she only left her dorm room to go to the cafeteria with Barbara. She just wanted to be left alone. Barbara worried about her roommate, so she decided to force Tiffany to get out of the dorm room for at least one night. "The university's famous Halloween party next week, Tiff. You're coming with me." Tiffany shook her head. "No, I'm not." "Yes, you are," Barbara insisted. "If you don't I'll tell Bruce what a sulky little girl you are." "Barbara," Tiffany whined, "why can't you just leave me alone?" Barbara ignored her. "I have the best idea for costumes. I'll go as Batgirl, of course, and you'll be Robin. I'm sure Alfred can alter one of your old uniforms to fit. It will be cool to wear that again, won't it?" The idea appealed to Tiffany. She'd love to be Robin again, if only for one night. "Okay, I'll do it." Tiffany asked Alfred to alter one of her old Robin uniforms to fit her new body. The butler took her measurements then sent her on her way. He was confident in his ability to create something suitable for a young lady to wear on Halloween. The night before Halloween, Tiffany went to Wayne Manor to try on her uniform. Alfred had it laid out on the bed in her old room. "Alfred!" Tiffany exclaimed, "What is this?!" The butler was puzzled. "A Robin uniform for a young lady on Halloween, Miss Tiffany. Have I done something wrong? It is traditional for Halloween costumes to be a bit provocative, isn't it?" She swallowed hard. "Yes, it is Alfred." She didn't want to criticize him after all his hard work. "This looks great." "Brilliant, miss. Please try it on so we can be certain the fit is correct." He left the room. Tiffany sighed and put on the transformed uniform. The body of the uniform was now a strapless red leotard with black piping. It squeezed her boobs together for tremendous cleavage and exposed plenty of tit- flesh. It also only covered about half of her round butt-cheeks. Her real utility belt accentuated her narrow waist. A dark green cape with bright yellow liner hung from her neck. Dark green long gloves extended almost to her armpits, dark green leather thigh-high boots, and her real mask completed the outfit. It was immediately recognizable as a Robin outfit, but was much more sexy than the real thing. "Maybe I should have left the cape long enough to cover your bum, miss," Alfred said. "It's wonderful, Alfred," she told him. "Thank you for all your hard work." It was exciting to be back in her Robin uniform, even if it was so different now. On Halloween night, Tiffany and Barbara wiggled into their skin-tight costumes. Tiffany looked at her friend and asked, "Barbara, what have you done to your uniform?" "I decided to sexy it up for Halloween," Barbara explained. She wore her usual blue spandex body-suit with the yellow boots and gloves, but where the big yellow bat symbol usually was on her chest was now a bat-shaped hole. It exposed her nice cleavage. "Do you like it? Your uniform is a lot sexier than normal too!" Tiffany squirmed, trying to get comfortable in her revealing outfit. "Alfred thinks this is what a Halloween costume should look like. I didn't tell him to do it, I swear." "Don't be embarrassed. Alfred did a great job and you look terrific." The two beautiful girls were a hit at the party. Barbara's friends included some big football players who snuck in liquor. Tiffany and Barbara sipped spiked drinks as a popular rock band took the stage. The music blared and Barbara followed the university's star quarterback onto the dance floor. Tiffany sulked on the sidelines, fending off advances from a running back. The band played song after song and the party was jumping. A huge mass of students danced to the beat. Tiffany continued to stand on the side and drink, but the football players wouldn't leave her alone. Finally she had enough and left the party. She sent Barbara a text to let her know where she'd gone, then walked home alone. The way home took her past the Nite Spot, a popular nightclub owned by gangster Rocco Bruchetti. There was a long line of people waiting to get into the club's special Halloween party, but what Tiffany noticed was a sign in the window. "Waitress wanted." Something clicked in Tiffany's mind. A waitress in the club could get inside information on Bruchetti's criminal activities. It was well-known that he managed his drug-dealing empire from his office in the Nite Spot. CHAPTER 5, GET A JOB Tiffany was in bed thinking about her plan; wondering if she could really carry it out. It was daybreak and the birds outside sang a welcome to the sun. Before long Barbara would wake and they could go to the cafeteria for breakfast. But for now, all was quiet in their college dorm. She stretched and the satin sheets pulled across her nipples in a way that sent tingles down her spine. Tiffany sighed, dejected by this reminder of her new body. She padded barefoot to the bathroom and cringed at the sight of herself in the mirror. The baby-doll nightgown she wore was pink and so sheer that it was see-through. It only extended to mid-buns, which were bare because the panty was a thong. She was trying to get in shape so he could rejoin Batman and Batgirl as a crime-fighter, but her diminutive new body didn't have much potential for muscular development. She was still 5'6" but only 115 pounds. Building muscle seemed to be impossible on her unathletic frame. What this body lacked in mass, it made up for in sex appeal. Tiffany sighed again. The new-her had a very pretty face, full C-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a standout bubble butt. She measured 32-23-35. Well, her attractiveness should help her get a job at the Nite Spot, so that was one plus. Tiffany was tired of being left out of the crime- fighting action. She wanted to do something useful again. Bruce Wayne and Barbara supported Tiffany's idea. It seemed like a low- risk way to gather information on Bruchetti's organization. They also knew that Tiff needed to feel useful, and that she had the brains to take care of herself. Barbara said Tiffany should dress sexy when she applied for a job at the club, but she was having none of that. How sexy did you have to dress to apply for a waitress job? She wore jeans, a black t-shirt and sneakers. Tiffany entered the Nite Spot before it opened. The only people there were three male employees, and they all stopped what they were doing to stare at her. Great. She identified the one that appeared to be in charge and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Tiffany Thompson. Do you need any waitresses? I'm looking for a job." The man slowly looked her up and down. "I'm Jake Harper, the manager of this joint and we are looking for a new waitress." He shook her hand. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two," she answered. "Right," Jake said. He didn't believe her. He figured she was 18 tops. "Show me some ID." Tiffany was prepared. Barbara had made her a high-quality fake drivers license. Jake wasn't impressed. "That's a very nice fake ID." He looked her over again. "You're real cute but a slob. We don't hire slovenly girls. This is a first-class joint." Tiffany blushed. She should have listened to Barbara and dressed up to apply for this job. "I clean up well, Mr. Harper. Please give me a chance. I really need a job." Jake sighed and motioned for her to follow him to his office. He took a dress and some other items from a closet and handed them to Tiffany. "This is our waitress uniform. I want to see how you look in it. You can change in here; I'll be back in five minutes." He left and shut the door behind him. Tiffany quickly shucked off her clothes and put on the dress. It was a blue mini-dress with a low neckline and cap-sleeves. Tiffany wiggled and tried to pull the hem down, but it was just too short! It exposed the bottom of her butt. The dress squeezed her tits and exposed a lot of cleavage too. She definitely needed a larger size! She looked in the closet but there were no other dresses to choose from. Not wanting to irritate Mr. Harper, Tiffany put on the rest of the uniform. A white apron tied around her waist, a blue choker for her neck, blue cap for her head, a garter-belt and gray stockings for her legs. She stepped into the blue high heels just as Mr. Harper knocked on the door. "Come in," she answered. "I'm ready." Jake walked in and looked her up and down. "Turn around," he ordered. Tiffany turned a circle and said, "This dress is too small. Do you have a larger one?" "It's supposed to fit like that," he told her. "It's the trademark of the Nite Spot. The girls don't like it, but believe me you'll like the tips you get." "Does that mean I have the job?" "You fill out the uniform perfectly, Tiffany," Jake responded, "so you have the job. Welcome to the Nite Spot." Tiffany beamed. "Thank you. You won't regret this Mr. Harper." "Call me Jake. Everybody does. Get yourself some blue lace panties. They'll show so make sure they're high-quality and frilly. That's part of the uniform but we don't provide panties. All the waitresses wear blue eye-shadow and blue earrings. Make sure you do too. Understand? You start tomorrow night. 5 pm to 2 am. Don't be late. Any questions?" "No, Jake. I'll be here. Thanks." Tiffany was inside Rocco's club and about to become useful again. She couldn't be happier. The next night Tiffany reported to work at the Nite Spot and was shown the ropes by an experienced waitress. The job pretty simple because the club didn't serve food. All she had to do was take drink orders and deliver the booze. The male customers loved the way she looked in her tiny uniform so she made huge tips. The work wasn't mentally demanding, but after a few hours her feet hurt from walking in high-heels. Tiffany was happy when it was time for her break. Rocco Bruchetti blocked Tiffany's way in the hall to the break room. "Hello beautiful," Rocco said. The crime boss backed her against a wall, putting a beefy arm against the wall to either side of the little girl. She was trapped. "H-hello, s-sir." Bruchetti chuckled. "You don't have to 'sir' me, babe. I may own this joint, but all the girls just call me Rocco. What's your name?" "T-Tiffany," she stammered. It was impossible not to be intimidated by the big man who towered over her. Tiffany found it difficult to look him in the eye. Bruchetti enjoyed the effect he had on this delectable little babe. "I like you, Tiffany, and I want to get to know you better. Come out with me tomorrow night. I'll take you to dinner and dancing at the Angels Club." The Angels Club was Gotham's most sophisticated nightclub, and the only one more exclusive than the Nite Spot. "I-I'm supposed to work tomorrow night." "I can change that." "But I need the money." Bruchetti frowned, annoyed at the new girl's reluctance. "I'll make it up to you." Tiffany knew she was skating on thin ice. She didn't want to be alone with Bruchetti, or any other man, but this was a golden opportunity to gather inside information. "O-okay. I'd love to, Rocco." "Great. Where do you live? I'll pick you up at 7." CHAPTER 6, FIRST DATE And that was why crime boss Rocco Bruchetti appeared in the lobby of Tiffany's dorm on a Saturday night. The forty-eight year old man was out of place in the dorm, even without considering his fancy suit. The students assumed he was someone's father. Batman and Barbara both thought this date was dangerous. Heck, Tiffany agreed with them, but she had no choice. Her plan to infiltrate Bruchetti's organization was working and she had to follow-through. So, with Barbara's help, Tiffany prepared for her first date with a man. A trip to the salon brought new style to her short black hair. A manicure gave her deep red nails, and a visit to the make-up counter at a swank department store got her smoky gray eye-shadow and ruby red lipstick. At the same department store, Barbara bought Tiffany a lacy strapless bra, and matching panties and garter belt. Her new subtly patterned gray stockings had a sexy seam up the back. Barbara knew exactly the dress she wanted for Tiff. It was a little red off-the-shoulder number made of lustrous silk. The dress beautifully displayed the tops of Robin's tits, and it was so short that it exposed her garter belt straps and the tops of her stockings. Barbara told her not to worry -- this was the perfect sexy look for the Angels Club. Red earrings, a red choker, and tall black leather high-heel boots completed Tiffany's outfit. She looked like a million bucks, and was ready just in time for Rocco's arrival. Tiffany stepped into the lobby and Bruchetti devoured her beauty with hungry eyes. Tiffany blushed and looked down. The boss wore a fashionable black suit with a red silk tie that matched her dress. They were a perfect couple. This was going to be a difficult night for the inexperienced girl. Bruchetti gathered her in his arms and gave her a peck on the lips. "You're a real stunner, Tiffany. Thank you for going out with me," the big man said sincerely. "My pleasure, Rocco. Thank you for inviting me." Rocco opened the door of his Aston-Martin convertible for Tiffany and was rewarded with a flash of panties below the short hem of the dress as the girl got in. As they drove to the club, Rocco asked, "How old are you really, Tiffany? I don't like my girls to have secrets from me." "Will the truth cost me my job?" Tiffany asked. "Of course not." "I'm sixteen," she answered truthfully. "I was home schooled and got into college early." The answer excited Rocco. He loved teenage girls and this one had a great body. He glanced at the girl in his passenger seat and asked, "Is it weird going out with a man three times your age?" "A little," she replied honestly, "but I'm used to being around older men. What about you? Is it weird going out with an underage girl?" "No, I like perky young women." They arrived at the restaurant. People on the street and in the restaurant stared, wondering about the relationship of the big older man and the gorgeous girl. Rocco and Tiffany overheard many comments, but they soon tuned all that out. Rocco ordered a scotch, and got her a rum and Coke. An elderly man at another table stared at Tiffany with his mouth hanging open and a thin line of drool ran down his chin. She found this hilarious and as she tried to restrain her laughter she spilled a few drops of her drink onto the bare top of her breast. She tried to wipe it discreetly, but every male eye in the room was glued to her, including her date's. The food service was slow so one drink led to two, then three. The alcohol relaxed Tiffany and they chatted happily about the characters at the Nite Spot and about college, and even about sports. Tiffany was actually having a good time. Finally they got their food, ate and headed for the nightclub. When they stood up from the table, Tiffany realized she had a good buzz going. They joked and laughed as they walked to the club. A man made a rude comment to her and Rocco instinctively put his arm around the girl's waist and pulled her closer. Tiffany decided to play her part to the hilt, and leaned against Rocky the rest of the way to the club. The nightclub was dark, crowded and warm. Tiffany was nervous again as she realized she would soon be dancing in public with a man, so she ordered more drinks. The band played old ballads and a wonderfully expressive singer sang torch songs. The wooden dance floor was packed with slow-dancing couples. The drinks, the crowd and the darkness soon calmed Tiffany's nerves. Rocco grabbed Tiffany's hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. They stayed to the side, in the deep shadows and out of the way of the other couples. Rocco led her through a few basic steps, and was happy to see that the girl was a quick learner. They practiced and danced and Tiffany became more comfortable following Rocco's lead. They rested, had more drinks, and danced more. By midnight, Tiffany had consumed seven rum and Cokes. Her head swam and she laughed and clung to Rocco on the dance floor. Tiffany pressed her tits against his muscular body and enjoyed the sensation. By one o'clock Tiffany's arms were around his thick neck and Rocco's arms were around her tiny waist. They silently enjoyed the music and the graceful movement of the dance. She rested her head on the big man's broad chest. At two o'clock, the club closed and the couple quietly made their way to the car. The night was chilly and Tiffany leaned against Rocco for warmth. Somehow Rocco managed to drive to his building without being stopped by a cop. Tiffany didn't say a word in the car; her mind was a swirl of booze. She was too drunk to care where Rocco was taking her. They rode the elevator to Bruchetti's penthouse. Rocco opened the door and followed Tiffany in. The door closed behind them and Rocco swept her into an embrace. The kiss was disturbingly long and hot for Tiffany. She finally pushed Rocco away. "I-I can't have sex with you, Rocco. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." Rocco considered the sexy girl. He wanted her badly but he could wait to take his prize. "Not a problem, doll. I respect your wishes." He released Tiffany from the embrace. Tiffany instantly felt bereft and wanted those strong arms back around her. What was happening to her? Rocco went to the kitchen to make coffee and Tiffany had the presence of mind to plant an electronic bug under an end table. She and Batman could listen in any time. Rocco returned with coffee. "Drink this. It will make you feel better." "Thanks." Robin tasted it and it was good. She drank it all as they talked about their night. "You had fun tonight, didn't you Tiffany?" Rocco asked. "Yes, I had a great time," she admitted. "Me too. Let's go out again next Friday," He suggested. Tiffany hesitated. She didn't want to lead Rocco on. That might result in a dangerous situation for her. But she also couldn't give up her attempt to infiltrate his organization. "Alright," she answered with a smile. "I'd like that." Tiffany's spy work at the Nite Spot was routine. She planted bugs in Rocco's office and in the club's private meeting room. From idle conversations with club manager and other employees, she learned that Rocco also owned many other "cash" businesses including three restaurants, ten laundromats and thirty Dunkin Donut franchises. He used them to launder the profits from his extensive drug dealing. The other waitresses knew that Tiffany went out with Rocco. "So, you went out with Rocco?" a tiny red-head named Hayden asked. Without waiting for a reply she grinned and added, "Isn't he a great lay? I just love his cock." Tiffany turned red. "I didn't sleep with him." Hayden was stunned. "Why not? You missed out, girl. He's great in bed." Tiffany had similar conversations with three other waitresses. It seemed that Rocco slept with all the waitresses when they started work in his club. The odd thing was that he didn't ask any of them out on a second date. Nobody but Tiffany. CHAPTER 7, SECOND DATE Rocco threw away the remains of the dinner and returned to their blanket. Tiffany was on her back looking up at the trees. "The park is beautiful," she sighed. "I wish all of Gotham was like this." They were in Robinson Park, the big park in the middle of Gotham City, for their second date. Rocco brought a picnic dinner and they ate on a blanket on a hill under tall trees. He laid down beside her, put an arm around her and pulled her into a kiss. Her body stiffened and she didn't return his kiss. Rocco frowned. "This isn't going to work, is it?" "What?" "If you don't even want to kiss me in a romantic spot like this, then there's not much point in going out together," he stated. Crap! She was blowing it. Tiffany took a deep breath to soothe her nerves and leaned against him. "I'm just shy. Don't give up on me too quick, okay Rocco?" She timidly pressed her lips to his. With her eyes closed it wasn't so bad. The pressure on her sensitive plump lips felt pretty good in fact. His arm wrapped tighter around her and pulled her body against his. Her boobs compressed on his broad chest. She tried to respond in the right way. Awkwardly she got her arms around his neck as the kissing went on and on. Twenty minutes later Rocco relaxed his embrace and moved his lips to her ear. He whispered, "If we don't stop now I'm going to fuck you right here on this blanket." "Y-yeah, we better stop," she agreed. Tiffany was dazed, panting and her nipples were hard as rocks. It was all very confusing and scary for the newly minted girl. Rocco stood and helped Tiffany to her feet. "Come on. Let's take a carriage ride through the park." Horse-drawn carriages were a tradition in Robinson Park. Rocco paid a carriage driver and he and Tiffany sat next to each other in the open carriage. They rode slowly through the park with the clop-clop of the horse the only sound. Ancient trees lined the path and moonlight glistened on the lake. Rocco put his arm around her shoulder and she leaned against him. "This is my favorite thing to do on a date in Gotham City," he declared. "It's pretty amazing," she said and meant it. Rocco kissed her again and she responded with ease. "You're a good kisser once you get warmed up," Rocco complimented her. After the carriage ride he drove Tiffany to her dorm. They shared a goodnight kiss, and he said, "Come with me to the Griffins game tomorrow night." Tiffany was surprised. "A baseball game?" She thought he'd want to do something romantic and try to get in her pants. "Are you disappointed?" he teased her. "I'll take you on plenty of romantic dates, I promise, but Griffins games are fun. Come with me." "Okay," she agreed. "Good. I'll be here at 5:30. The game is at 7. We'll take the subway so we don't have to deal with the traffic around the stadium." Tiffany stumbled up to her dorm room. As soon as she entered, Barbara asked, "How did it go?" She looked worried. Tiffany was still dazed. "Umm, good I guess. He's taking me to a ballgame tomorrow night." "You're going out again tomorrow? He must like you, girl. What did you do tonight?" Tiffany fell onto her bed. "We had a picnic in Robinson Park. Then we took a carriage ride through the park." "Ooo, romantic," Barbara teased her. "Did he try to kiss you?" Tiffany blushed beet red. "Yes." "And?" "I kissed him back," Tiffany admitted. She was so embarrassed she put a pillow over her face. "I had to! He said there was no point in going out if I didn't even want to kiss him." Barbara sat on the bed next to her friend and pulled away the pillow. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Tiff. That's what men and women do." "But I'm a girl who was a boy. That makes it harder." "You don't have to go through with this you know," Barbara said. "Bruce and I won't think any less of you." "I'm not going to quit," Tiffany stated with new determination. "This is the only way I can help. I can do it. I know I can." "Alright. Just don't get in over your head," Barbara advised. "We should buy you some short pants. It's going to be hot tomorrow." CHAPTER 8, TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME "Do girls really wear this stuff in public?" Tiffany asked. She had on tiny white denim shorts and a cropped tank top in a floral print on a white background. Underneath she wore her lacy white bra and thong. On her feet were her white Keds. A lot of skin showed. Her stomach and her long legs were bare. "Of course they do," Barbara reassured the nervous girl. "If it bothers you that much you can wear jeans and a t-shirt instead, but this will be cooler and it shows that you have style and care about how you look. You want to impress Rocco, don't you?" "I do," Tiffany agreed. "Skimpy clothes just make me self-conscious." "Even after wearing that mini-dress at the club?" "That's a uniform and all the other waitresses wear the same thing," Tiffany tried to explain. "Speaking of the club," Barbara changed the subject, "how did you get Friday and Saturday nights off?" Tiffany shrugged. "Rocco takes care of it and he pays me for the work I miss." "He pays you to go out with him?" Barbara inquired. "You're a paid escort?" Tiffany frowned. "He compensates me for the money I would make at the club. There's nothing wrong with it. He's being nice!" "Okay," Barbara relented. "Don't get mad at me." Tiffany smiled. "Going to a ballgame beats the heck out of waitressing so it's a sweet deal for me. And the money is great." Barbara laughed. "I think you're becoming a bad girl, Tiff." Later, Tiffany hurried across the dorm lobby. "Hi Rocco," she greeted her date cheerfully. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting." Rocco admired the bounce of her boobs under the crop top, and the firm definition of her exposed abs. The girl was certainly fit! "I just got here," he replied. He swept her into his arms and kissed her. Tiffany barely blushed at the public display of affection with a man. She supposed she was getting used to it. They walked hand-in-hand to a nearby subway station. Rocco was wearing khaki shorts, a Griffins jersey, and a Griffins cap. "You must be a big Griffins fan," Tiffany observed. "I've been a fan my whole life, and I always suit up for a game." He gave her a long look. "I like what you're wearing. You have a real sense of style." The compliment made Tiffany blush. "Thanks, Rocco." She was glad she followed Barbara's advice. As the subway train rattled away from the station, Tiffany noticed several other Griffins fans in the car with them. She also noticed something else. Two young men on the crowded train scrambled to offer Tiffany and Rocco their seats. Rocco declined the offer, preferring to stand with Tiffany by his side, but the people on the train gave the couple plenty of space anyway. Men leered at her body in her scanty outfit, but they stopped and turned away when Rocco glared at them. Tiffany realized that these people recognized Rocco Bruchetti, and they were afraid of the dangerous mobster. Oddly, the deference given to Rocco made her feel safer because she was under his protection. She leaned against his reassuring bulk. At the stadium, Tiffany and Rocco joined the cheerful throng moving through the gates. They passed a concession stand and Rocco stopped. "Come on, kid. Time to get you outfitted for the game." He bought her a pale pink Griffins jersey. Tiffany hated wearing pink but she pretended to love it. "Thanks Rocco!" She kissed him on the cheek. Rocco led her out to the lower stands where a stadium attendant greeted them. "Good evening, Mr. Bruchetti. It's a great night for baseball, isn't it?" He showed them to the front row, right behind the Griffins dugout. He flipped down their seats and wiped them clean. "Yes it is, Jimmy," Rocco replied and tipped the man. "Thank you, sir," Jimmy said. He liked Bruchetti. The man always tipped generously. "Can I get you and the lady anything?" "Beers, hot dogs and fries, please. Thanks." "Wow, Rocco," Tiffany expressed her awe, "these seats are great. How did you get them?" "I've been a season ticket holder forever," Rocco explained. " And I'm a minor shareholder in the team. They take care of me." Tiffany's eyes got big. "You own part of the Griffins?!" Rocco grinned. "A very small part. They still won't listen to my trade ideas." Jimmy returned with their food and Tiffany bit right into her hot dog. She didn't have lunch and she was hungry! She noticed Rocco staring at her and smiling. "What?" she asked with a mouth full of hot dog. "Nothing," Rocco replied, the grin even bigger on his face. "I just like watching you eat that hot dog." Tiffany looked at the long tube of meat and blushed. "Rocco!" she whined. But it didn't stop her from eating the rest of the tasty hot dog. The Griffins won on a walk-off home run in the ninth, and the crowd went home happy. Rocco and Tiffany held back, waiting to let most of the crowd exit the stadium before they got up from their seats. On their way out, Rocco stopped her on a deserted stadium ramp and backed her against the wall. "Your pink jersey is very sexy," he said with a husky voice. He kissed her hard and his hands slipped under the jersey to her shorts. He unsnapped the shorts and lowered the zipper. Tiffany tried to stop him but his strong hands pushed hers away. He pushed the tight shorts down off her round bum and they fell to her feet. "Rocco," Tiffany whined. "Stop it." "Your jersey is long enough to be a dress, Tiffany," Rocco stated. "You don't need shorts underneath." He bent down and pulled the shorts from around her feet, then he tossed them over the side of the stadium. "Rocco!" She yelled mortified. She turned bright red. "Now what am I going to do?!" Rocco laughed and hugged her. "You'll be fine, babe. Like I said, the jersey is long enough to be a dress." Then he led the reluctant girl away by the hand. The tails of the jersey in front and back were long enough to cover her crotch and ass, but they flapped in the breeze. The sides of the jersey were cut high and displayed plenty of pink skin. The cooling night air swirled under the jersey as they walked. She was very conscious that her thong did nothing to help cover her butt-cheeks. Rocco led her onto the subway and pulled the embarrassed girl into his arms. Tiffany pressed her face to his chest and closed her eyes. She didn't want to know who was looking at her or what they saw. She and Rocco were silent throughout the ride, which seemed to go on forever. They finally arrived at the university station and exited the subway. Rocco pulled her into some dark shadows outside her dorm. His strong arms squeezed her. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked. His hands slid under the jersey and onto her bare ass. "I thought it was exciting. Tell me you thought so too." Tiffany's big buns trembled in his grip. "M-maybe a l-little bit," she admitted. A fervent kiss turned into an impassioned duel of tongues. Rocco's big hands kneaded her ass and she moaned over and over. His big fingers hooked the strings of her thong and pushed it down. The tiny scrap of fabric fluttered to her feet. "Oooh," she groaned and trembled harder. Rocco wasn't done. He unbuttoned the jersey and pushed it off her shoulders. He quickly yanked her crop top over her head, unfastened her bra and pulled it off too. Then he put the jersey back on her and buttoned it. "There," he pronounced, "that's the way a girl like you should demonstrate her allegiance to the team." Rocco gathered her in his arms again and kissed her until she stopped shaking. She clung to him like her life depended on it. Finally Rocco broke the kiss and spanked her once on her nearly-naked ass to send her on her way. "See you at the club on Monday night, babe," he told her. "I have a big meeting and I want you to serve." He kept her top, bra and thong. Tiffany tried to sneak into the dorm building. Under the thin pink jersey her boobs bounced with every step and her ass swung like it was on a swivel. Several boys stared at her and she knew they wondered if she had anything on under the jersey. She had to suppress a laugh. Let them guess. It was fun to tease the horny buggers. Tiffany waltzed into her dorm room and shut the door behind her. "How was the game?" Barbara asked. "Great," Tiffany answered. "We won with on a walk-off homer." Barbara looked at her closer. "Tiff, do you have anything on under that?" Tiffany turned red and shook her head. "Rocco took my shorts at the stadium after the game. There was nobody else around but it was still scary. I had to ride home on the subway with just my thong under this jersey. Then outside the dorm he pulled me into a dark spot and took the rest of my clothes." "Tiffany! You should've stopped him!" "I tried but he was too strong," Tiffany pouted. "It's okay though. He was just teasing me. He didn't do anything else." Barbara was dubious. "He stripped you and didn't do anything?" "Only like kissing and feeling my butt and stuff," Tiffany answered. She toppled onto her back on her bed and cupped her own boobs in her hands. "God! This body gets so worked up when he does that! Is it like that for you too?" "Yes. Yes, it is," Barbara replied. "Be careful and take it slow when you're with Rocco. Okay?" "Don't worry, Barbara," Tiffany answered dreamily while continuing to play with her tits. "I'll be fine." Barbara had her doubts. Tiffany was on an express track to sex with Rocco Bruchetti and she hoped the new girl could handle it. CHAPTER 9, IVY AND AFTER On Monday night Tiffany worked her regular shift at the Nite Spot. At 8:00 the club manager approached her. "Rocco has a special meeting in the private room and he wants you to wait on them. Go see if they want anything to drink," he told her. Tiffany scooted into the private room and got a shock. Rocco's meeting was with Poison Ivy! Tiffany froze in fright but then pulled herself together. There was no way for Ivy to recognize her. Was there? She stepped forward and asked, "Can I get you anything to drink?" Poison Ivy stared with a puzzled look on her face for a moment, then broke into a broad grin. Tiffany broke out in a cold sweat. Did the crazy bitch recognize her? "Introduce me to our waitress, Rocco," Poison Ivy requested. "This is Tiffany. She started here a couple weeks ago," Rocco said. "She's delectable," Ivy said with a leer. "I'd love to add her to my my little garden of girls. How much do you want for her?" His brow creased. "She's not available. She's mine." "Yours?" Ivy asked. "Give me ten minutes alone with her and if she's still yours at the end I'll supply all the drugs you want." "What?" "Ten minutes alone, Rocco. If she decides that she'd rather be with me, then you and I can continue to negotiate a drug deal. If she wants to stay with you, then I'll agree to the drug supply deal that you've already offered," Ivy explained. Tiffany was afraid and it showed on her face, but the opportunity was too good for Rocco to pass up. Besides, the idea of the beautiful Poison Ivy and Tiffany doing things together excited him. "Okay," he agreed. "Ten minutes. Don't hurt her." He got up and left the room. Poison Ivy stood and walked over to Tiffany. "I never thought the injection would do this," Ivy said while walking around the girl. "I, I don't know what you're talking about," Tiffany lied. "Don't try to fool me, Robin. I know my own work when I see it," Ivy told her. "Don't worry, I won't expose your true identity to Bruchetti. Now that you're one of the girls, you can count on my protection. All I want in return is that you don't give Batman or the police any information about my dealings with Bruchetti. Deal?" Tiffany didn't have much choice, so she decided to make the most of a bad situation. "Only if you do something else for me, Ivy. Your body emits pheromones that attract all men. Can you give me that power too?" It was chancy to ask for this, but the pheromone power would be very useful in her future plans. "Want to become a real temptress?" Ivy smiled. "I can do that." "Good. Then we have a deal." "Excellent." Ivy touched Tiffany's leg below the hem of her dress and the girl flinched. "Take off your dress, we have to make this look good." "What?" Ivy stepped behind Tiffany and unzipped her dress. "Off with the dress, darling." Tiffany's trembling hands removed the tiny mini-dress. "Wow, you are a sexy one," Ivy said when she got a look at the girl in her underwear. She unhooked the girl's bra and removed it. She backed Tiffany against a wall, bent and sucked her left nipple into her mouth. "Nnnh!" moaned Tiffany. "Sensitive too," Ivy laughed. "I like that." She suckled one nipple until it was long and hard, then worked on the other. While she excited that one, she slipped her hand into Tiffany's panties and tickled her clit. "Oooh," Tiffany groaned and her legs parted involuntarily. When the ten minutes were up Rocco entered the room to find Tiffany standing against a wall, head thrown back and gasping in the throes of an orgasm. Ivy's fingers were deep in the girl's snatch and her lips were locked around one of the girl's nipples. The sight filled Rocco with lust. "Time's up," he told Ivy. Ivy backed away from Tiffany and grinned. "She's very responsive. Definitely a prize worth owning," she declared. Rocco looked at Tiffany trying to control her breathing and blushing from head to toe because of being in this situation. "Well, what do you say? Are you staying with me or going with Poison Ivy?" Tiffany swallowed hard. "I'll stay with you, Rocco." Rocco grinned. "I knew you would, babe. You can get dressed in here. Ivy and I will go to my office to sign some agreements." Poison Ivy gave Tiffany a mirthful smile on the way out. Rocco called Tiffany to his office after Ivy left. "What happened when you were alone with Ivy?" Tiffany blushed. "She made me strip, then she attacked me." "That's it?" he questioned. "She didn't want anything else?" Tiffany shook her head no. "That's strange even for that nut case," Rocco said. Then he took Tiffany in his arms. "You are damn sexy." He lifted her dress in back and fondled her plush ass. "Let's go to my place. You don't need to finish your shift. The club isn't busy tonight." Tiffany wanted to get Rocco's mind off of his suspicions, so she readily agreed. But in the car Rocco talked more about Ivy and their ten minutes alone together. He wanted details about everything that happened. She could tell he was excited by it, but suspicious too. Inside Rocco's penthouse, he immediately unzipped her dress and said, "You stripped for Ivy; you can strip for me." Tiffany tried to give him a show to make him forget about Ivy. She slowly peeled off the dress, then her bra and panties. She stood before him clad in only garter-belt, stockings and heels. Rocco stripped too, then picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed and stuck his face between her legs. "Oooh!" Tiffany gasped and her legs spread. This was so sudden and her mind wasn't prepared for it. Rocco's tongue twirled around her clit and she exclaimed, "Oh!" That felt so good! He kept it up and she screamed, "God Rocco! Yes!" She was still excited from her session with Ivy, so it didn't take much to set her off. Tiffany came like a rocket. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" She moaned. Her body spasmed and her legs clamped onto Rocco's head. The delirium passed and she released him. Rocco slid her up onto the bed and said, "If you haven't already guessed, little girl, tonight's lesson is all about oral sex." He stretched out beside her but in the opposite direction, head-to-tail. His thick cock was by her face but Tiffany tried to ignore it. Rocco rolled her on top of him and now his dick stood straight up poking her in the cheek. Without asking her to do anything, he kissed her all around her pussy then nibble gently on her sensitized clit. Tiffany jerked and gasped. It was like an electric shock down there! So sharp and so strong! Rocco licked, kissed, sucked and nipped her until she once again didn't know which way was up. His hot stiff cock bumped and rubbed against her soft cheek. She didn't know how she got in this situation and didn't know how to get out of it. Or if she wanted out of it. Rocco's expert tongue and lips brought Tiffany to the peak again, and pushed her over. Her second orgasm pulsed through her nervous system and she shuddered in delight. "Eeeee!" she squealed with glee. Her wet pussy bumped all over his face until he steadied her with his strong hands. His lips went right back to work on her clit and she moaned in appreciation. Rocco was so good to her! She felt guilty for not reciprocating so she tentatively wrapped her plump lips around the tip of his cock. Rocco felt the exquisite pressure and plunged his tongue into her cunt in celebration. He knew she'd come around. His enthusiastic response encouraged Tiffany to suck more of his dick into her warm mouth. She cradled it with her tongue and worked it in farther until she gagged. It wasn't as awful as she expected; it just tasted a little salty and was hot against her tongue. She pulled back then dove forward again, setting up a rhythm matching his work on her pussy. Rocco gloated. This virginal teenage girl was a challenge but his manipulative skills were winning her over. And as Poison Ivy said, Tiffany was definitely a prize worth winning! So innocent and cute, yet enticing and sexy too. Training her was the most fun he'd had in a long, long time. He pulled his tongue from her pussy and twirled it around her sensitive clit. "Eeeen!" she keened around the fat meat-stick in her mouth. She was already close to orgasm again. She redoubled her efforts to give Rocco pleasure too. They toiled faster and faster. Her excitement was such that he had to wrap his strong arms around her ass to prevent it from bouncing away from him. Rocco's timing was flawless. Tiffany came for the third time and her body convulsed in ecstasy. Two seconds later he shot streams of spunk into her mouth and she gulped it down mindlessly. The aftershocks rippled througth them until Rocco finally rested his tongue and she let his dick slip from her lips. Tiffany rolled onto her back and grinned like an idiot. She was a cocksucker now, but it was worth it. Oh so worth it! She would do anything for more of those thundering orgasms! She twisted around and snuggled up to Rocco. His hard body was slick with sweat and she savored the fevered feel of his skin against hers. She kissed his neck, cheek and nose. "Thank you," she whispered. "Oral sex is incredible." Then she giggled. "You're a really good teacher." Rocco kissed her forcefully on the lips. He wasn't squeamish about kissing after oral sex and he didn't want her to be either. "I'm glad you like it, babe. Teaching you is my pleasure." The girl was finally ready to fuck, whether she knew it or not, and he had a great plan to ravish her. CHAPTER 10, THE KITTY In Rocco's sexual conquest of Tiffany, the next step was the most important. He would take her virginity and erase her sexual reluctance at the same time. He was going to fuck the reticence right out of her. He didn't want her to completely lose her sweet innocence and degenerate into a wanton slut, but there was little chance of that. Tiffany had a strong personality and would never lose it. At least that was what he hoped. Rocco invited Tiffany to his house three nights after her introduction to oral sex. She knew he would expect to go all the way, and that scared her. To tell the truth it excited her too, and that was scary in itself. Could she really let a man fuck her? It was such an alien concept that her formerly-male mind couldn't wrap around it. If she went through with it, she was sure it would be good. Very good. Everything Rocco did to her was. She shivered. Her body was putty in his hands and she liked it. Tiffany wandered through her favorite department store to take her mind off Rocco. She made so much money at the club that she could afford to indulge herself, and her growing wardrobe of expensive clothes was a testament to that. Barbara teased Tiffany about her shopping but she didn't care. Her body was beautiful and she felt a responsibility to dress it with care. The saleswomen in the store knew Tiffany and one of them approached her. "Welcome back, Miss Thompson," the woman greeted one of her best clients. "We just got a new shipment and there is something special I would like to show you. I think you'll love it." She led Tiffany deep into the back of the department and held up a dress. It was a white Herve Leger spandex dress. It took Tiffany's breath away and she quickly agreed to try it on. She wiggled into the narrow and form-fitting dress and zipped up the back. Straps crossed under her boobs and over her chest to support her breasts without a bra. The skirt ended above the knee. Tiffany stepped out of the dressing room to view herself in the large mirrors. "That is exquisite on you," the saleswoman gushed. "So elegant!" Tiffany turned and twisted and admired her reflection. The dress was elegant, but "daring", "alluring" and "seductive" described it better. The white stretch fabric was perfectly smooth and showed off every curve and bump on her body. It was a good thing that she was in excellent shape from working out with Barbara, because her firm abs, round butt and sleek thighs were on display. Even though she was wearing a tiny thong, the outline of the panty was obvious. To wear this dress well would require being nude underneath it. In other words, it was a "fuck me" dress of the highest order. Tiffany bought it and didn't care that it cost $1,200. It was a real woman's dress; a sign that she was ready. She bought a tiny white clutch and white strappy sandals with four-inch heels to complement the dress. She took a cab to Rocco's apartment, and the cabbie actually got out and hurried to open the door for her. She knew that he only wanted to get a long look at her, so she gracefully swiveled her legs out of the car and took his graciously offered hand to stand. She was so amused by the cute old guy that she gave him a peck on the cheek, and he refused to take her money for the cab ride. In the elevator Tiffany began to get nervous. The reality of what she was going to do that night sank in and her confidence wavered. The elevator arrived at the top floor with a "bing" and she knocked on the door to Rocco's penthouse. He opened it and she greeted him with a shy, "Hi, Rocco." "Hi yourself, gorgeous," he replied. He kissed her then stepped aside to let her in. "That dress is beautiful." She wanted to be sexy and seductive, but her courage was slipping by the minute and she blushed deeply. "Do you really like it?" she asked. He walked around her like a tiger circling his prey. "It's stunning, darling," he told her. Her ripe young body was exhibited to perfection, but he was glad that she was still too innocent to wear it in front of him boldly. "Come into the kitchen. I'll get you a drink and you can help plate the appetizers." Rocco's education of Tiffany included an appreciation for good drinks. Tonight he gave her a lesson in martinis. How to make them and how to enjoy them. She liked the martinis and drank three while digging into the tasty dinner. "How do you stay so fit and eat with such gusto?" Rocco teased her. "I work out a lot," she giggled. "And the university cafeteria food isn't nearly this good. If I ate your food all the time I'd be as big as a house! You're an excellent cook, Rocco." "Thank you, Tiffany." They were finished so he stood and helped her up from her chair. "If I remember correctly, you said you'd bring dessert." Tiffany nodded, smiled shyly and melted into his embrace. They kissed for a long time and after a few minutes their hands were all over each other in a frenzy of caresses. Tiffany hardly noticed when he swept her off her feet and carried her into his bedroom. The bedroom was a masterpiece of modern masculine style. Sleek and simple dark wood furniture blended comfortably with rich fabrics on the upholstery and bedding. Rocco set her on her feet and his thick fingers eased down the zipper on the back of her dress. She trembled in anticipation and fear. Tiffany pushed the straps off her shoulders and wiggled the dress down past her hips. It puddled around her feet and she stood naked before him. Rocco punched a remote control and black-out window shades descended over the windows. The bedroom plunged into darkness. He punched another button and two lamps dimly lit the room. He silently removed his clothes then picked her up again and carried her to his bed. Tiffany was shaking like a leaf now, so he held her and cooed, "calm down, little bird. You know I won't hurt you." "I know," she replied softly. "I'm sorry I'm so nervous, Rocco." "I understand. Let's just hold each other for a while." They did and she eventually stopped shaking. He got out a condom and had her roll it onto his stiff dick, then Rocco tickled her side and she flinched and laughed. He did it again and she shrieked, "Rocco!" "You're very ticklish," he stated the obvious. He attacked her on both sides with tickles. Tiffany shrieked again and tried to squirm away from him, but couldn't. He soon stopped but she was already out of breath from laughing. She was also completely relaxed. Tiffany nestled against him and said, "No more of that, buster." "What are you going to do to stop me?" Rocco asked with a grin. "I'll think of something," she murmured and kissed him with passion. After several minutes, Tiffany's legs parted and Rocco rolled on top of her. His size engulfed her and his weight pressed her down into the mattress. She almost panicked, but her raging desire suppressed it. Rocco's cock was fully hard and he brought her hand to it. She held him for a few moments, then guided it to her pussy lips. The swollen head parted her folds and nudged into her. Tiffany gasped. Rocco held himself still and gently kissed the pretty girl beneath him. She wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed back with fervor. She was ready. Rocco pushed in slowly, letting her get used to it before advancing again. They had all the time in the world and he wanted her first time to be just right. It was the foundation of everything else he planned for her. Tiffany was panting and aching for relief when Rocco reached her hymen. He adjusted the angle of his pelvis to press on her clit. Then he did it again and again. "Rocco! Please. Oh!" When Tiffany came,