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Selina didn’t bother putting on all of her costume.

Usually, at this time of the evening she’d be ready to go out on the prowl. Case some loot, see if there were any bad guys who needed spaying, maybe run across the Bat and flick her tail in his face a few times. But it was hard not to find all that a little unfulfilling after Felicia.

They’d really been simpatico for a moment there. It’d been all kinds of fun to play with someone at her level. And now, everything she did on her own seemed… lonely.

There was a knock at the door. Selina quirked an eyebrow. Who would drop in on her? Bruce wouldn’t knock. Her friends would call. Her enemies would kick the door down.

Maybe it was Robin, looking to go from Boy Wonder to Man Wonder. Selina smirked at the idea. It wasn’t that ludicrous a thought. Selina was all revved up—at least theoretically—for a night on the town. Staying in and seeing what games she could play with Robin would be interesting. At worst, she could lie back and let him do the work.

She knew her own beauty. Plenty of men would be so grateful to get her out of her catsuit that she wouldn’t have to do a thing to arouse them. And if it was a woman, even better. She wouldn’t have to do even a little to get them off. Simply let the bitch go down on her and drift off to sleep with a hot tongue inside her cunt.

Topless, the upper half of her catsuit dangling off her well-rounded hips like some ancient Greek vestment, Selina went to answer the door. She didn’t bother covering herself at all. If it was someone she wanted in her bed, she would take them there. And if it wasn’t, who cared if they got an eyeful—she’d kick their ass either way for disturbing her?

It hadn’t occurred to Selina that it might just be a pizza boy with the wrong address. Matching wits with the Black Cat and then the hazy afterglow of being deprived of her… no clean victory and yet abundant pleasure to remember the encounter by… had thrown her off her game.

She opened the door with a smile at the ample treasures she had on display. Felicia stood there, and she immediately smiled so lasciviously that Selina felt a little fear knife through her. This was the woman she’d slept with? There was such naked lust in her eyes that Selina felt for a moment like she’d done it with a donkey or something else similarly taboo-shattering, yet intensely pleasurable.

Felicia’s eyes moved up and down Selina’s slender, sensuous body. Taking it in with the approving appraisal of a woman who’d returned to a half-full bottle of wine and found the next taste just as sweet as the first. Then she pouted extravagantly. “Selina, you’re no fun. You’re not letting me have the pleasure of undressing you.”

Selina slanted her eyebrows. “What do you want, cat?”

“I could ask the same thing, but the way you’re dressed… or not… makes that obvious.” Her eyes roamed up and down again, taking as much pleasure as the first time. “And do you have to ask why I’m here? After the last time we met? How good it was? How bad we were?”

It made Selina tingle with anticipation to have the other woman looking at her in such a way. But now that she had her suitor in sight… literally… Selina didn’t feel so nostalgic about her little tryst.

Now she remembered the frustration, all the maddening little annoyances of dealing with Felicia. Was all that sweet fucking they’d done really worth what a pain the Black Cat was?

Of course, if she were good at resisting temptation, she’d hardly be Catwoman.

She stepped out of the way and Felicia slunk into the room, moving as if to display her clothed body every bit as lavishly as Selina’s half-dressed form. She finished by leaning her weight on the back of Selina’s couch, her ass thrust out and her breasts hanging heavily under her bent torso.

Selina gnashed her teeth. She didn’t want to give in so easily. But she hated to waste time on resistance that she could be spending on sex. And that thick ass of Felicia’s would look much better with some bitemarks in it.

“I thought you might be feeling lonely,” Felicia purred. “God knows I have enough trouble getting Spider to keep me company. And he seems a lot better adjusted than tall, dark, and capey.”

“I get as much attention from the Bat as I need.”

“Do you? Because something I thought we might have in common is that no amount of ‘attention’ is ever enough. Let’s face it, we don’t dress this way because it’s practical.” Then Felicia’s gaze slunk over Selina again. “Although that is downright militaristic compared to what the jester and the gardener wear. Maybe I should look them up.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“Voice of experience? Should I be jealous?”

Selina smiled to show Felicia wasn’t annoying her, even though she was. “I just know how good a fuck you are and I’d hate for those two to have the pleasure.”

“Then you want the pleasure all for yourself? Fine by me. It’s your town. Show me a good time.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re pushy?”

“We could stay in, if you’d rather. But I don’t know how much you’d like it if you didn’t wear me down a little first. I can be a lot to handle.”

“And yet you still get handled so much.” Selina pulled her catsuit up and worked her arms into the sleeves. There was giving Felicia a peep and then showing off to all of Gotham. “Fine. I’ll show you the sights. But no getting distracted, kitty. What I say goes.”

“No promises. I’d love to meet Nightwing.”

“Have you seen his girlfriend? I think he’d be immune to your charms. The man is getting enough.”

Felicia let out a laugh. “If I met the man who can get enough of this, he couldn’t be built like that. Life isn’t that unfair.”

“…so easy to tell you’re not a local.”

***

Over the rooftops, across the alleyways, from one building to another. Selina showed Felicia all the slips in and out of the cityscape and Felicia followed ably. Until they came to a skylight that seemed large even for Gotham. Selina let herself right in. Felicia followed, like she always would with leather so tight on such a fine ass.

Pure sex, that ass. And with the rest of her sheathed in the same supple leather, Selina had something more than sexuality. The stuff of raw life. Fucking her was like a religious experience. Or, at least, it was goddamn fun.

“Not too hard getting in,” Felicia mused, her lips wearing enough of a pout to be cute, as if her face wasn’t lovely enough already. “I would’ve thought we’d be able to do a real number between the two of us. The Hope Diamond. The Crown Jewels. Or, since it’s Gotham, maybe some green grass or a streetlight that hasn’t burnt out.”

“There’s more to life than loot, kitty. Look around.”

Felicia did. The place belonged to a film buff, that was for sure. But not much of one. It was a studio apartment lined with movie posters and bits of memorabilia, but nothing for good movies. It was all crap like The Chronicles of Riddick and things with Milla Jovovich in them. And in the middle of the apartment was what looked like a saddle, but also a bit like the seat of a motorcycle. But motorcycle seats didn’t have pommels. And saddles only had one pommel.

“You’ve heard of Roxy Rocket? You two would probably get along famously.”

Felicia made a face. “She’s a redhead, right? No thank you. I’ve got enough of that in my life.”

“Thrillseeker. Adrenaline junkie. Really gets off on riding that rocket cycle of hers. Only she can’t always find work. So, she could go out, see if the Bat’s going to arrest her, but that runs the risk of actually get her jailed…”

“Yeah. He doesn’t seem the type to let you off with a warning.”

“So, she thought of a way to have all the fun she wanted on her rocket cycle, even if she wasn’t one second away from a crash and burn.”

Felicia took a closer look at the saddle. The extra pommel wasn’t a pommel. It was a dildo. Realistically contoured and mounted on a spring. Felicia gave it a poke. She could imagine riding on that saddle, having her cunt nice and full, and everything the ‘rocket cycle’ did, would take her from foreplay to coitus to a big, big finish.