Cass and Steph sat in their sweaty workout gear waiting for Barbara to get back. The current arragment was that after dark, Babs, Cass and Steph would change and head to the bat cave for the briefing on the expected activity. No one was really happy about this, but it drew the least amount of attention.
“Maybe we could get jobs working for Alfred?” Steph ran her hand through her hair.
“Jobs?” Cass asked.
“Yeah,” Steph said, “like being the maids or something. If we got resident positions, then we would have every reason to be there all the time and at all hours.”
“Maids?” Cass asked, “Like hotel maids?”
“Not really,” Steph smirked, “but we could get slutty maid outfits to drive the boys crazy…”
Steph pulled out her phone and opened an image search for “slutty maids” and smiled at the results.
“Here, short little black dress, white apron, stalkings and heels, Tim fucking me over an end table after sneaking off from a big Wayne Foundation party…”
Steph giggled then her eyes glazed for a moment, then she giggled again. Cass didn’t notice since her own eyes had glazed over too. An image of her in a shiny slutty maids dress walking into Master Bruce’s bedroom early in the morning formed in Cass’ mind, she would slip the sheets back and give Master Bruce a good morning blow job. If Cass was good, Master Bruce would pull her into bed with him and fuck her right then and there.
“OI Master Tim,” Steph absently cooed in a bad fake French accent.
*
Dick almost sat on Barbara’s lap in the booth, but Barbara was just as much almost sitting on his lap too.
“We have to find a good long term cover to make it easier for us to hang around the mansion,” Barbara said, “Maybe… Maybe Alfred could hire us to be the maids?”
Dick didn’t notice the change in Barbara’s eyes.
“Alfred would have a conniption.”
“Imagine the side benefits,” Babs smirked, “Having a live in Maid / Girlfriend to make you breakfast in bed every morning plus some extra good morning treats? Maybe some good night pillow services too?”
*
Kate stared at the pink vinyl French maid dress for a solid minute. She was so confused, she was a lesbian and she was in love with Maggie… why the hell was she dreaming about throwing herself to Bruce Wayne in this slut number and getting banged like the drums of a marching band? She could taste her own confusion, she tasted something else too… a long time ago before she had figured herself out she had gone on a date with a guy that more or less forced her to give him head… Now she tasted that man cream in her memories and it made her hot and horny at the dream of drinking Bruce’s Man-cream!