Labrys Spa, Gotham City
Kathy Kane walked up to entrance and waiting there was Maggie Sawyer. When Kathy had started her venture as Batwoman she needed a contact inside the police. Kathy had scouted her out; Widow, mother of one, formerly with the Major Crimes Unit in Metropolis, recent transfer to Gotham, was in a long term relationship with a father figure for her daughter. At first she seemed perfect, but then she broke up with her boyfriend and came out as a lesbian. Kathy was in many was regarded as being prudish, a sort of throwback to the 1950’s in many ways.
“Hay Kathy,” Maggie smiled.
“How you doing Maggie?” Kathy returned the smile.
“I’m glad you decided to try out this spa,” Maggie pointed behind her, “It’s a Greek Spa with full service salon and tattoo parlor!”
“Ladies don’t get tattoos,” Kathy blanched.
“So what did you sign us up for?” Maggie asked as they went in.
“What else, the deluxe day package,” Kathy smiled, “I have to keep up my wealthy woman about town image.”
They were brought in and disrobed in the locker room. All of the staff wore white linen togas, the robes were white terry cloth with a double headed ax embroidered across the back. The place was real high class; Greek statues, heated marble floors, fresco depicting the Judgment of Paris painted from the point of view of Paris.
A pair of beauticians came in to collect them for their spa day. The first stop was a facial, the entire time Kathy’s beautician was humming and half singing the entire time. Kathy at first found it annoying but quickly found it very relaxing. Next was a hair wash, and the same beautician washed her hair. A full body waxing was next on the list.
“Miss Kane,” the beautician asked, “Would you like a classic waxing, a Brazilian, or a complete?”
“What?” Kathy said.
“Classic leaves a patch, Brazilian leaves a small strip, and complete makes you as smooth as new borne babe,” the Beautician almost sang to her, “everyone loves the perfectly smooth feeling.”
“Complete then,” Kathy said.
“Kathy, you seem tense around your friend,” the Beautician said with melodic tone, “Can I ask why?”
“She was my friend before,” Kathy answered in a half trance, “but she decided to be a lesbian and that is unnatural.”
“Marriage between a man and a woman has always been about making children,” the beautician said, “The bible says that. But love? Did you know that in the middle ages queens and noble women had boyfriends and sometimes girlfriends? It was a job, the husband was only concerned with having children, but they didn’t have time for love so they hired a lover. Two women can be friends, right? Friends can become lovers can’t they? Women can love women, they just can’t have children.”
The waxing was the smoothest she ever had, Kathy didn’t feel a thing. All the while her beautician was singing to herself.
“You are a natural red head I see,” the Beautician said, “You should wear your hair red rather than black.”
“Oh?” Kathy asked absently.
“Girls have always thought red heads are prettier. Black hair is for full on butch bull dykes,” the beauticians said, “Blondes are normally femmes. You strike me as a sort of lipstick lesbian with a tomboy edge.”
“Lipstick lesbian with a tomboy edge,” Kathy said absently.
“There you are, lets get you in with your friend for a nice massage,” the beautician smiled and put the robe over Kathy, “Lets go Kate, you don’t mind if I call you Kate… do you?”
“Kate.” Kathy murmured in a daze.
They came into a darkened room with two beds, Maggie laid on one already. Kate noticed that she was naked and that her masseuse was at work on her naked ass. As Kate’s took her robe off and laid her on her bed, Maggie’s leaned over as asked something to which Maggie agreed.
Kate watched as the masseuse pulled out black rubber gloves and lube and started fingering Maggie’ bottom. Kate was appealed but couldn’t speak.
“Oh she wants a full anal fisting,” the beautician whispered in Kate’s ear, “All the girls should learn that their bottom also serves as means for pleasure. I doubt you could take a whole fist to start, but would you like a finger?”
“I’d like a finger,” Kate said in a daze.
The Beautician pulled on her own glove and rubbed lube over Kate’s anus. Quickly she felt the finger enter her and was surprised that she felt pleasure. The one time that a boyfriend had tried to take her there had been painful.
“It is so pleasant, and feels great,” the beautician sang, “I’m sure you will be anal lover for the rest of your life.”
“Love… Anal.”
“Bet you would love for Batwoman to finger you,” the beautician said.
“I don’t finger myself,” Kate said.
“You’re Batwoman?” the beautician whipered, “why did you choose yellow and red?”
“Yellow is the opposite of Catwoman’s old purple,” Kate said, “And Red wasn’t being used by any one at the time.”
The beautician started to finger Kate’s pussy with her other gloved hand.
“Yellow isn’t your color,” the beautician sang, “I think you should get a black latex outfit like the one Catwoman uses now. Have you ever worn latex?”
“Once a skirt for a charity event,” Kate said.
“It must have loved it, you are a latex lipstick lesbian,” the beautician sang.
“I didn’t… I hated it, but I loved it,” Kate said, “I’m a latex lipstick lesbian.”
“Yes,” the beautician said, “Batwoman is a latex lipstick lesbian, and a role model for children. We must teach girls to love girls, after all it’s what women do.”
“Yes,” Kate said, “teach girls to love girls… Latex lipstick lesbians…”
The beautician finished fingering her and pulled off her gloves. She then started massaging Kate, singing the whole time. Kate flipped over when prompted and the beautician began to massage her bosom. Kate cooed as her nipples were tweaked rolled, Kate was enjoying her massage. When they Maggie and Kate were finished they were brought out to the salon.
“What would you like?” the beautician asked, “maybe something feminine but screams lesbian. A bobcut? In a red?”
“Yes,” Kate said, “A red bobcut, something lesbian…”
“If you want,” the beautician said, “We can get you some tattoos too, we have a new laser system that does it instantly and painlessly. Best of all its ready all at once.”
“Yes tattoos,” Kate said.
“How about a Naval star? It was used back in the day to let lesbians know who they were,” the beautician said, “was your dad a military man? How about your daddy’s old unit patch?”
“Yes, a Naval star and a 3rd special forces patch.”
“Did you try to join the military to be like daddy?”
“No,” Kate said.
“Of course you did, but they probably kicked you out for being a lesbian,” the beautician said, “They only just now made it legal for gays to serve.”
“Yes kicked out in training for being gay…”
Three hours later, Kate and Maggie watched out arms around each other, bags of latex outfits in hand. They both wore metal collars with a pink heart on it. Kate had a mission, to save the Batgirls from thinking that they were to love boys, and to teach them to be proper lesbians!