Disclaimer: Batman (C) DC Comics
Batman Returns (C) Warner Bros.
Inspired by klugzilla & catwomanfetish
Co-written with neostardustdragon101
It was another night for Catwoman, who squatted cat-like on the edge of the rooftop, observing the view of the Gotham Plaza.
It had been 2 nights since she struck, and it wasn't long before the explosion at one of Shreck's department store made some headlines the night after. The Gotham Gazette had a field day when they made some reports about the incident last night. Some sources indicate that they blamed Batman for the destruction of the store that she held responsible for. It wasn't long before she formed an alliance with Oswald Cobblepot, they planned to frame Batman for the kidnapping of the Ice Princess, while he devised a plan to dismantle the Batmobile, and turn it into, in his words, an H-bomb on wheels.
As much as the sight of Cobblepot repulsed her to the very core, her alliance with him was the only option available to eliminate Batman. She loathed the deformed fuck. A fat, short ugly bird man, who was craving far more out of her sexually than she had any intention of giving him. For now, though, him and his gang were going to be useful. When they accomplished that goal, she would sever their partnership. The better for her to get the annoying Bat out of her hair, the sooner she will have some fun when he's out of the way.
Since she watched the news bulletin of the Princess' kidnapping over at Wayne Manor to spend her evening date with Bruce Wayne, she wasted no time leaving the place to gather a close look at Gotham turning their back on their supposed saviour, and she wouldn't want to miss it for anything.
While she looked down at the Plaza, she had thought what she could do with her fetishes and her fantasies. Masturbating, worshipping her own feet and feeling herself up in latex was all fine and well, but she knew sooner, she would grow tired of having to do it all on her own. Down the line, she will need some company to fulfill her long awaited fantasies, and she knew it would drive her crazy if she's not going to do something about it.
"I really could do with a sex partner, or maybe a slave to fulfill my lifelong desires." thought Catwoman, a grin curled on her face, indicating something naughty and sinister. "I think I should pay the Ice Bitch a visit..."
Catwoman stepped back from the edge and made her way to the floor below. The loft where the Princess was being held captive was dark and dank, and the place had barely any light shining through. She strutted her way over to the frightened Princess, who was tied up to a wooden chair and a gag covered over her mouth that prevented her from calling for help.
"Hey there, Ice Bitch," said Catwoman in a cheerful, dry tone. "Miss me?"
The tied up blonde continued to struggle, her muffled voice against her gag to which Catwoman giggled at.
"What's the matter, Ice Bitch?" purred Catwoman, gracefully strutted to her captor, straddling the woman's lap. "You've never been with a woman before?"
The Ice Princess groaned against her mouthpiece, trying her damndest not to look at this sleek, latex dressed woman. Something in her guts had told her to look, which she did. She found herself less terrified and more turned on when Catwoman wrapped her hands around the back of her neck, raking her fingers so the helpless blonde can feel her silky material of her gloves on her skin. Her legs were on each side of her hips as Catwoman continues to straddle the Ice Princess, grinding her smooth, latex crotch against her purposely.
"Mmmmm," moaned Catwoman erotically. "Seeing you all tied up and squirming against the ropes makes me so wet. It's a pity, really, that I had to use you as bait for Batman, than having you as my slave. Look at you, so innocent and pure that I really want to break you and turn you into something greater."
The Ice Princess squirmed in her seat, she cannot control herself at the fact that she felt something damp between her legs. Her head was forced to turn to the left to look into Catwoman's steel green, lust filled eyes, holding her cheeks between her gloved thumb and finger.
"Tell me, Ice Bitch," purred Catwoman, her tone getting increasingly low and husky. "Does it make you all hot and bothered to see me in this tight, latex suit? Does it make you question your sexuality? Does it make you wanna run your hands all over my body, and feel the smooth latex under your palms? Or maybe, you want to get on all fours before me?"
The Ice Princess didn't want to admit it, but the feeling the smooth black latex this woman was wearing, it is giving her all sorts of feelings that are so foreign and alien to her, that every word that this dominating woman in latex said to her was in fact true. Catwoman got her answer when the princess groaned against her gag.
"I'm gonna take it as a yes," smirked Catwoman sexily, pleased that she was giving a certain effect on the princess. "I don't blame you at all, cus it's written all over your face. Once I've dealt with the Bat Bitch, I'm gonna some fun with you soon enough, and believe me my dear, you will like it."
Catwoman placed her latex covered hands on the Princess' cheeks, the look in her captive's blue eyes told that she really wanted it, much to her satisfaction. She leaned into her face to kiss her, until she heard a noise from the distance. She clicked her tongue, irritated that her fun with the little Ice Bitch came to an end.
"Damn it, he's here," she thought, irritated. "Time to put my plan into motion..."
She turned her head to the Ice Princess, smiling coyly.
"Don't you go away, my dear," said Catwoman dryly. "I'm gonna take care of that bothersome Bat. Be right back."
Catwoman got up from the Princess' lap, jumped into the support from above, into the shadows. It didn't take long for Batman to enter the area, and marched his way to the tied up Princess.
"Are you hurt?" asked Batman, removing the gag.
"Oh, thank you." The princess sighed in relief.
"It was set up to look like I did this," Batman said as he began untying the ropes.
"No sweat," The princesses said with a smile. "I'll tell the police I was kidnapped by an ugly, little bird man with fish breath."
"Did somebody say fish?" Catwoman cut in as she dropped down from overhead as she leapt out, kicking Batman to the ground.
"Yummy... I haven't been fed all day." She said trying to kick Batman, but The Dark Knight stepped aside before grabbing her heel.
"Eat floor!" replied Batman, as he flipped her all the way over. "Its high fibre." he finished with a smirk.
Catwoman sprang back up with a hiss licking her lips, not liking the way that he is now fighting back.
"Hey stud, I thought we..." She pouted as she throws a kick into Batman's side and then another to his face, stunning him"…had something together!"
Batman gripped her shoulders. "We do." He replied, knocking his head against hers. She reeled back, but it was only for an instant before she shook it off. She grabbed the ears of his cowl, dragging his head downwards to connect her knee to his face. She flipped over to the Ice Princesses. With a swift swipe of her talons she cut the ropes that held the other woman who cried out in shock before she was tossed to the ground while Catwoman tossed the chair at Batman who swatted it away.
Catwoman turned over to the model and used her whip to snare her around the waist. In a panic, the Princess tries to remove the whip, but Catwoman has gotten behind her and tied the other end around her throat, choking her.
"Gotta go, girl talk." Catwoman then dragged the poor princess away, who was gagging and trying to cry for help, but only succeeded in croaking the word out with a helpless expression on her face as Catwoman drags her out of the room.
It was quite no sign of a struggle, Batman leapt onto the rooftop, preparing himself for another fight, but Catwoman was no where to be found. Instead, he saw the Ice Princess, shivering alone in her skimpy costume on the far edge of the roof.
"She let me go," The princess explained. "I think because I reasoned with her girl to girl."
This whole situation seemed to easy, as Batman took slow steps towards the model.
"Be careful," warned Batman. "Just slowly move towards me, away from the ledge."
The Ice Princess tried to smile as she took her first step forward.
"Lawn Dart!" The Penguin shouted as he stepped out from behind the chimney and threw his umbrella straight at the Ice Princesses. Its sharp point embedded itself in the rooftop, inches away from the girls toes, causing her to step back in fear.
"No!" Batman called out.
The umbrella dropped open, releasing a cloud of tiny flying bats, causing the Princess to scream as she tried to swat them away. Batman ran towards her, but she was too close to the edge. Unfortunately, the Princess loses her footing and ends up plummeting off the edge of the roof to Batman's horror.
The Princess lets out a scream of terror, as she plummets downward to her doom and a couple of onlookers suddenly see her fall, and they notice that Batman is up on the ledge.
"Hey, Batman pushed the Princess!" A bystander shouted as lights flashed on the Dark Knight.
As the Ice Princess continues to plummet downward, her hands suddenly grabbed hold of a flagpole, breaking her fall. However, she was still in danger as her feet are dangling 100 feet from the crowd below. From a few feet away, Catwoman saw the dangling woman with a look of both disbelief and horror.
"That son of a bitch," thought Catwoman, gritting her teeth in anger. "He never told me anything about it...'
"Someone help me! Please help!" cried the princess out in terror.
Catwoman looked at the Ice Princess, who had tears of fear and desperation streaming down her cheeks and her hands are starting to slip free from the pole, looking up at Batman, and back at the dangling girl. She grit her teeth in frustration, reminding her of the helpless woman she once was, the memory of plummeting to her death raced through her mind.
She looked up at the Penguin, who was laughing like a maniac at what he had just done, and it was pissing her off. Then suddenly, the Princess lost her grip and she plummets down screaming once more, alerting Catwoman.
Catwoman runs and leaps off the ledge after the Princess. The wind was roaring in Catwoman's ears as she soars downward, as she manages to catch hold of the supermodel with her free arm, but they were far from out of danger. The ground was still rushing up at them, as they pass by another flagpole. Catwoman snares it with the cat-whip, and the bungee material on the whip engages, breaking their fall, and swings across the city and over the stunned civilians below. The latex clad woman was using every ounce of her strength to hold onto her whip, every muscle in her left arm was burning in pain.
"Brace yourself, honey!" Catwoman shouted.
The princess wrapped her arms around Catwoman's neck as tight as she can, bracing herself for the rough impact of the landing. They landed on a nearby building, the princess got on all fours, breathing heavily from the adrenaline, her heart beating at a fast pace from a near death experience she had at the hands of the Penguin.
Catwoma tugged at her whip to release the strong grip from the flagpole, wrapping it back tightly around her petite frame. She was about to leap off to the nearest skyscraper, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to face a visibly traumatized princess, who was at this point in near tears.
"I don't understand," breathed the surprised princess, fully unable to comprehend what just happened. "The minute you tied me up to use me as bait, and you saved me? Why?"
"No time for talk, sweetie," said Catwoman, pushing something into the model's hand. "Do yourself a favour and get out of here."
Before the princess could even reply, the said latex clad woman had already disappeared. Looking down, she was holding some kind of card in her hand. It reads; 'Call me.' with a red lipstick imprinted next to the handwriting along with her phone number.
Catwoman landed on another rooftop, where she saw Batman landed on his back, groaning in pain from the impact of the rather nasty fall. Catwoman went over to him, and straddled him, rubbing her clawed fingers over his rubber armour, and rested the palm of her hands on his crotch. She smiled down at him, sticking her latex ass in the air, hoping witnesses will see her.
"Your catnip to a girl like me," purred Catwoman as she caresses his face. "Handsome, dazed, and to die for..."
Batman looked over her shoulder, as he noticed a spring mistletoe hanging above their heads..
"Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat." Batman said finally.
Catwoman smiled. "But a kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it." She replied as she leaned down as she gave him a tongue filled kiss, licking across his lips.
"You're the second man who killed me this week," revealed Catwoman. "I only have seven lives left."
"I've tried to save you." reasoned Batman.
"Seems like every woman you try to save ends up dead, or deeply resentful. Maybe it's time for you to retire."
Catwoman slowly crawled out of her sitting position, and what looked like she was about to perform a sexual act on Batman, only for him to get clawed in the abs like last time. He kicked her off him, and landed on a bedding of plants. Batman got up, wincing in pain when he removed a claw from his armour and tossed it in front of the annoyed latex beauty.
Catwoman picked up the claw Batman threw away, then checked her hand, only to see one of the claws are missing.
"Damn..." cursed Catwoman, pouting at Batman, who leaped off the edge and glided down the plaza.
Down below, the plaza erupted into chaos. Catwoman looked down at the sight of Batman disappearing into the night across the city, as well as the civilians fleeing from a horde of hundreds of bats.
She was very irritated, not to mention, furious at the Penguin's attempted murder of the Ice Princess. That wasn't part of their plan, it was not part of HER plan! He had promised no harm to the poor girl, simply terrify her and frame Batman for her kidnapping. It was her idea after all, hell, he even agreed that no killing will be involved, and she will be on her merry way safe and sound, but no! The deformed bird man pretty much nearly ruined her night by not telling her everything he had planned for her! Oh, she will be having some words with him when she sees him!
Out from behind the chimney, the Penguin emerged with a triumphant smile on his face, with a bottle of expensive champagne in one hand, and two glasses in the other.
"Outstanding! Your Beauty and the Beast, in one lushes Christmas gift pack." The Penguin said handing her a wine glass.
Catwoman glared at the hideous creature before her, as she begrudgingly took the glass from him.
"You said you were going to 'scare' the Ice Princess." said Catwoman with a frown.
"I kept my word." Penguin continued joviality. "She looked pretty scared to me!" Penguin laughed before pouring her a glass. "Touch of the bubbly?"
Catwoman frowned at the glass of champagne, she knew Penguin wasn't her kind of person, but he was still a means to get to Shreck.
The mayoral candidate reached into one of his many pockets of his soiled coat, and pulled out a what was once a box from Tiffany's, it was now rather the worse for wear, both worn and stained, as if it had spent a long time with Penguin down in the sewers.
"So what are we waiting for?" He urged. "Let's consummate our fiendish union."
Catwoman looked at him with confusion. "Union, what are you talking about?"
"Oh come on, can't you picture it?" said Oswald with a smirk. "It's dark in the mayor's mansion, I'm bushed. So here you come into the bedroom. Twitching your little tail, my slippers in one hand, a dry martini in the other."
"Oh please," sneered Catwoman with a shudder, tossing the dirty ring away. "I wouldn't touch you to scratch you."
That was the wrong answer, as the Penguin began to quake with rage.
"Ya lousy minx!" shouted Oswald, obviously not taking her rejection well at all. "I've shoulda have ya sprayed! Ya sent out all the signals! I don't think I like ya anymore!"
Oswald hooks the umbrella handle around Catwoman's neck. It automatically curls into a tight semi-noose, then the ribs start to spin, shredding the panels, turning the umbrella into a tiny helicopter. It lifted her off her feet, flying from the roof of the mansion as Oswald watched with a sadistic smile on his deformed face as the copter carried Catwoman into downtown Gotham.
Catwoman watched the Penguin moodily walk away as the umbrella whirled her away from the rooftop and over Gotham City. She struggled to pry the noose constricting around her neck as she felt it grow tighter every second, there had to be a way to loosen the noose.
'Must... get... free!' grunted Catwoman.
She reached up with her claws, striking at the rope that stretched across the back of her neck, and sliced through it. She could breathe, but she was no longer being held aloft by the umbrella, which went spinning even higher as she fell.
"No!" Catwoman cried out in horror falling to her doom.
Her death at the hands of Max Shreck flashed in her mind, the smug grins on his and Penguin's faces as she was sent plummeting down to her death.
A beautifully large swimming pool that was designed for those who were to go on vacation, to enjoy relaxing, or to get some peace and quiet to themselves. There, having a moment of peace and solitude, was a tall, blonde woman at poolside. She was relaxing on one of the lounge chairs, wearing a white blouse with two buttons undone to show some cleavage. She was also wearing a black, business skirt that reached inches away from her knees. The woman had legs to die for, which was covered in tights with black high heels to complete the look, and she had one of her shoes dangling with her long, elegant toes.
This woman was Vicki Vale, a reporter of the Gotham Gazette, and apparently no stranger when it comes to unusual sightings and writes it all down for the said papers she works for. Sure, her past experience with Batman had put her on edge since the incident with the Joker. She was all up for some adventure in her life, she had experienced it when she was Bruce Wayne's lover, but she wanted something more than that. She wanted something thrilling, adventurous and even something sexy along the way.
After the Joker's death, she and Bruce agreed to go their separate ways, both knowing they will never share that kind of life, as long as Bruce wears that famous cowl.
Vicki sighed at the fantasy, knowing that she will never get to fulfill them anytime soon. Goodness, when was the last time she have had some good sex? Maybe a lifetime ago after she left university.
Vicki was reading the article about Oswald Cobblepot, his mayoral campaign, and the recent sightings of Batman in a world of her own, when suddenly, something from above crashed through the skyline that interrupted her silence.
She jumped out of her chair in fright from the sound, and looked above to see something shiny and sleek falling from the skyline and plunged into the swimming pool with a mighty splash. She cautiously took a few steps to the edge of the pool to get a closer look, and something, or someone rather, was dressed completely in black underwater.
Catwoman surfaced from the pool, gasping for air. Her latex outfit was now in tatters due to the impact of the glass that ripped about a quarter of her suit. Her bare shoulders were now exposed through the ripped material, and some parts of her mask had been shredded, her blonde hair stuck out through the back, and through the right eye hole.
Catwoman swam across the pool to get over to the edge trying somewhat to gather her composure after what she went through, unaware that there someone at poolside who had witnessed everything.
Vicki saw this costumed woman poking her head from the surface and swam over to where she stood. Her instincts kicked in, and ran over to the fallen woman.
"Oh my god, are you alright!?" Vicki shouted, rushing to help the woman out of the water.
Vicki offered her hand, as she helped pull Catwoman out of the water. She went on all fours, coughing lightly as she struggled to catch her breath. Immediately, water was pouring out rapidly from her suit, droplets showing against it, as she continues her coughing fit, trying to get some water out of her lungs.
As Catwoman began to recover, her anger faded when her eyes soon fell on the blonde beauty standing before her. She had legs that every woman would die for, those stockings had done wonders to them, much to Catwoman's approval. Her hair, wow, her hair! This blonde hottie who helped her out of the pool looks like she should be in the modelling agency, and she looks like the perfect woman for her fantasies.
"Oooooh," cooed Catwoman dryly, licking her lips and her eyes darkened with lust. "Hello legs."
The writer chuckled at the latex woman's comment.
"Actually, my name's Vicki, Vicki Vale." She introduced.
"Vicki?" smiled Catwoman, couldn't help but giggle as she got up from her knees to stand in front of the other blonde. "Are you an ice skater, or a stewardess?"
Vicki blushed at the latex clad woman's words, a smile forming at the corners of her lips.
"No, I'm a photojournalist for the Gotham Gazette." explained Vicki.
Catwoman raised an eyebrow at the revelation, as her mind went back to her date with Bruce, and how he told her about a woman named Vicki.
"So was well? Was "Vicki" right? About your difficulty with duality?" asked Selina with curiosity, while Bruce became nervous and hesitated again.
"If I said yes, then you might think me a Norman Bates, or a Ted Bundy type and then," Bruce paused and looked up Selina, who smiled back "You might not let me kiss you."
Selina couldn't hold it back anymore, she didn't give him a chance to finish as she lunged forward and kissed him. Bruce was surprised at first, but pushed it aside and wrapped his arms around her, running his hands over wild blonde hair. The kiss lasted for a few minutes, they didn't have a need for words, this kiss said it all for them. The need for air finally overcame them and they broke apart. Selina looked at Bruce with a serious expression.
"It's the so called normal guys that always let you down." Selina said. "Sicko's never scare me...least they're committed."
Bruce couldn't help but chuckle. "Well then, you've got the right lonely mansion." Bruce replied before they kissed again.
Selina reached her hands up to grab Bruce's head and pulled him down for another searing kiss. Their fingers entwined with each other as Bruce held her hands above her head.
Selina was pulled back from her flashback when Vicki opened her mouth to speak.
"Wait a minute," Vicki pointed out, realising who is standing before her. "You're that Catwoman lady the city has been talking about."
"The one and only, my dear," replied Selina, feeling flattered at the mention of the Gotham news mentioning her actions from last night. "And you look like I could have some fun with you all night long, judging by the flustered look on your pretty face."
Vicki's face turned red again at the compliment that Selina was sending her way, then went to being nervous from the stories the Gazette had printed about Catwoman's recent actions only 2 nights ago.
"You're not gonna try and kidnap me or anything?" said Vicki hesitantly.
"Oh, don't be silly, Vicki dear," said Selina, letting out a low, husky giggle at the other blonde's naivety. "It's not like I'm gonna bite you and leave a mark on you or anything, unless you want me to."
Vicki caught Selina's flirtatious comment, and couldn't help but smile again, despite the odd situation she got herself in.
Like a scene in a porno video, Selina slowly took a step forward towards Vicki, and another, her hips swaying in a very alluring, seductive way. Both women relished the sound of creaking latex Selina's suit made, and the blonde reporter swore she was getting wet from between her legs at the hypnotizing sound. Vicki's heartbeat increased at every step this latex clad woman makes, getting closer by the second.
"Mmmmm..." Catwoman thought sultry, gazing up and down at Vicki's appearance, staring at her legs. "Tonight might not be so bad, after all. Why don't I celebrate by having my way with this hottie. Ooooh yeah, this keeps getting better and better. She looks perfect, and soon enough, I'll give her something that she won't forget, and she will like it...
Vicki automatically took a couple of steps back from the grinning, approaching Selina, who slipped her gloves off her tender hands, and tossed them to the side. Like a scene in a porno video, Selina swayed her hips in a very alluring, seductive way. Both women relished the sound of creaking latex her suit made, and Vicki swore she was getting wet from between her legs at the hypnotizing sound the suit made. She found herself transfixed by her appearance, save for the liquid eye makeup and red lipstick all ruined and running down her face.
Selina's suit was dripping wet, a couple of droplets that showed from her mask, all the way down her boots. She let out a long, dry moan at the sight, feeling a certain dampness forming between her legs. Her erect nipples showing through her suit once again, relishing the feeling.
Vicki was stepping away from the Selina, her high heels clicking against the white stone marble floor that echoed against the acoustic chambers of the room. The reporter's back hit the wall, and found herself trapped when Selina went up to her personal space, her hands on the wall on each side of Vicki's head. A wild, shit-eating smile very evident on her face, looking as though she had won her prize.
"Wha... wha..." stuttered Vicki, her face crimson from the latex beauty's teasing ways. "What do you want from me?"
"You know what I want," purred Selina, leaning forward. "You become my little slave, and contribute your service to me when you be a good girl and obey your mistress' command."
Selina brushed her lips against Vicki's , and it looks like she was about to kiss her. The blonde reporter held her breath, her stomach fluttered like a jolt of electricity at the feeling of this femme fatale's lips and hot breath on her skin, wanting nothing more than to kiss her right here and now.
Selina grinned devilishly, deciding to tease her further. She placed her hands on Vicki's shoulders, slides them down her arms, and entwined her fingers through hers.
"What are you doing?" whispered Vicki, reacted softly to Selina's seductive rubbing.
"Nothing," said Selina in false innocence, knowing exactly what she was planning. "Just helping you release the tension from all the hard work I imagine you put into about the recent events for the press."
The blonde reporter sighed at that, enjoying what the sexy costumed woman was giving her.
"But first," said Selina, grabbing the reporter by the shoulders. "Let's go for a little swim."
Selina dragged a confused Vicki over to the pool, and before either of them knew what happened, she threw her into the pool with a splash. The surprised reporter emerged from the surface, her now wet hair slicked back , her blouse clinging against her skin, becoming almost see-through. Her black skirt floated up her waist and her tights were now shining wet.
"No bra?" teased Selina, grinning sexily. "I think someone wants it than can I ever give them credit for."
"What the hell!?" yelled Vicki, her shout had vibrated against the acoustic walls.
"How sweet," giggled Selina, sitting on the edge of the pool to slip her boots off her bare feet, flexing her black polished toes, and let out a nice shudder at the cool breeze. "I think I should join you, and see your hot, wet ass up-close and personal."
Selina placed her boots next to her gloves, and dove head first into the pool. Vicki watched from the surface that the black, latex clad woman underwater swam around her and emerged from the surface behind her. The reporter wondered what she was doing, she yelped when she felt her groping her ass.
"Shhhh..." shushed Selina softly, blowing against her ear. "Just relax."
Vicki then complied, she nearly gasped when Selina groped her breasts with her hands from behind, and she let you a sigh at the wonderful feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Oooooh," cooed Selina, licking Vicki's cheek alluringly. "So the little lady loves a little attention on the ass."
Vicki shuddered with joy and pleasure at the latex beauty's action, placing her hand on top of Selina's hands. She was certain that she felt something wet between her legs, and she wasn't thinking about the pool.
"Yes, I do..." whispered Vicki.
"Good to know," Selina whispered huskily into Vicki's ear "I bet you just love the feeling of my sharp claws on your soft little tushie. I bet under this sweet, innocent little face is a bad little girl who needs a good spanking. I bet a good little thing like you has never been spanked before."
Truthfully, Vicki had never been spanked before. All her exes, including one Bruce Wayne, had never expressed any sexual foreplay in all the years she dated them. even after she surrendered her virginity to her first boyfriend at university, she thought he was about as useless like all her exes. Now, this drop-dead gorgeous, latex wearing starlet had offered her something that she dreamed of since she was a teenager.
"Please," whispered Vicki in a begging tone. "I'm such a bad girl who needs a damn, good spanking. I wanted this for a long time, I'm practically begging you to release my sexual urge."
With a wide smile on her face, Selina pulled Vicki out of the pool, and placed her on her stomach, about an inch away from the edge. The latex clad woman's hands disappeared under Vicki's skirt, and swiftly slid down her underwear, stockings and high heels, leaving the reporter in her bare legs and feet.
Selina sat down on the edge again, dipping her bare feet into the pool, shifting Vicki onto her lap. She hiked her skirt up to her waist, and her toned ass faced upwards before her, and god, what a sight to see...
After admiring her Vicki's ass, Selina held her open palm up, only to bring it back down to swat one of the reporter's ass cheeks. Vicki sighed at the contact of skin slapping against skin, feeling her pussy getting wet.
"You like that!" Selina laughed, "You like that, slut!"
"Oh!" breathed Vicki, eyes closed in ecstasy. "Please spank me again!" Vickie moaned, as the spanking seems to go on and on. Her buttocks began to burn and glow red, but she kept asking for another swat.
"Good girl, no! You're a bad girl, a very bad girl!" relished Selina.
"Yes!" yelled Vicki, enjoying the feeling of latex hands on her ass. "I'm a very bad girl! Oh yes!"
"That's right!" said Selina dryly. "You deserve a spanking! A hard spanking for a dirty butt-slut!"
"Oh, god, yes!" sighed Vicki in ecstasy. "I am your dirty, butt-slut!"
"And don't you forget it, sweetie." purred Selina.
"I won't, I promise!" Vicki cried as Selina's hand continued to pummel the reporter's tender ass.
Selina was starting to see why Bruce liked her, and from the way he spoke about her, it didn't seem like it was long ago since he left her. But at the same time, what was the big secret that broke them up?
"I'll find that out some other time. Bruce did seem to have his own dark side when we kissed. If it hadn't been for this damn burn mark on my arm!" Catwoman thought back to her ruined date, which made her slap her fellow blonde's ass even harder.
Selina silent growled at that. If it weren't for that damn burn mark on her arm, who knows what her passionate kiss with Bruce would've led into. She shook her to clear her thoughts, as she came up with another idea.
"Get back in the pool, and kiss my feet." ordered Selina.
"Yes mistress." Vicki said obediently
Selina felt a dampness between her legs at the new found name, and felt herself quiver with lust.
"Ooooooh," moaned Selina, seductively licking her lips. "I love it when you call me that... Makes feel so powerful and sexy..."
The blonde reporter again felt butterflies in her stomach. As she planted her lips against Selina's arch, she honestly felt like she had found her place, a place where she finally belong, and with a purpose that she could live up to, unlike a certain, billionaire playboy.
Vicki looked up at Selina, and her eyes glossed over with lust and longing at the tattered latex suit, and she found herself entranced by it. It fitted Selina like a glove in all the right places, so sleek and comfortable. Her body was well toned and her breasts were squeezed into material, and her erect nipples was shown against it. She wanted to run her hands over this sexy woman's costume, curious to that it feels like against her body, she could imagine it would feel so soft, and the sound it makes, oh god, she couldn't get enough of that alluring, erotic sound of latex...
Wait, could she start developing a thing or two for latex and rubber, due to her adventures and experiences with both Batman and now Catwoman? And above all else, she was licking and kissing the latex beauty's feet with no problem whatsoever.
"Oh god," thought Vicki, excitement invading her mind. "What would it be like to wear something like that, to feel it over my skin?"
A question that she wanted to ask Selina was for another night, if she can see her again.
"Mmmmm..." hummed Selina, enjoying the feeling Vicki's tongue sliding against her sole. "Suck my toes."
"Yes mistress..." Vicki said, wagging her tougue across her big toe while Selina smirks.
Vicki closed her lips around her big toe, wrapping both her hands around her foot like it's the sexiest, most precious thing in the world.
Selina moaned at the feeling the reporter's tongue dancing around her toe, loving the aspect of her feet being played with at any giving moment. Her hands slid down her suit, clamping them against her latex crotch. She opened the crotch of her suit, making another set of latex creaking against each other as it tears to reveal her wet pussy.
Selina pushed Vicki over between her legs, making her lick her clit.
"Ohhhhh," sighed Selina softly. "That's it..."
She could feel the urges of pleasure running through her body, as it travels up from her pussy and all the way to her chest, as she runs her hands over her breasts with Vicki frantically darting her tongue at her clit. It didn't take long for Selina to climax, leaning her head back in pleasure, giving Vicki a good view of her neck and chin. The latex beauty let out a long, alluring groan in pleasure, very happy this gorgeous hottie in the pool had done a swell job eatting her out
"I think you've done a good job, Vicki dear," cooed Selina.
"Thanks mistress..." whispered Vicki, smiled.
Selina dragged Vicki out of the pool by under her armpits, turned her around, and pressed her back against her chest. She possessively wrapped her arms around her fellow blonde's chest and waist, getting hold of her earlobe between her teeth. She brushed the hair out of the way, and began work pecking and licking her neck. Vicki was getting wet at Selina's sexual actions again, she didn't want this moment to end, she really didn't want to, and since she's now pretty much Catwoman's slave, she wants more moments like this. And she can hardly wait!
Selina licked her cheek, her hand running against the sex driven woman's arm until she reached out to the poolside table to grab the discarded shoes and stockings that Vicki took off. She turned at an 180 degree angle to face Vicki with a wide, Cheshire Cat smile on her masked face.
"I'll be taking these as a souvenir, my dear," said Selina in a cheeky way, picking up Vicki's high heels and stockings.
"Hey!" protested Vicki. "Give those back!"
"How about no, sweetie," teased Selina, her red painted lips twitched upwards to let out a smile that could rival the Cheshire Cat. "I'll be keeping those as a reminder of our incredible night, and besides, you're already looking sexy in your bare legs and feet."
Vicki opened her mouth to say something to Selina, but the sultry latex clad woman slipped some kind of business card down the reporter's cleavage. Selina grabbed the reporter's shoulders, turning her around to face her.
"If you need some kind pleasure from your mistress," purred Selina, "Don't hesitate to ring this number. If you wanna contribute your service to me, like giving your sum of money to me to help advance my lifestyle, give me a call sometime."
Selina flashed a flirtatious wink at Vicki, grabbing her gloves and boots, and strutted her way to the exit, making sure that Vicki's attention stays firmly in her swaying, latex clad ass. She places her hand on the door handle, when she turned her head to look over her shoulder.
"One last request," Selina called. "I want you to wear this exact outfit when you show up at my apartment for your session, because trust me, you won't regret it. No tights, heels or underwear before you walk through my door, I wanna see your legs and feet fully bare when you're at my apartment, and apply some black nail polish while you're at it. I'll see you around, babe."
Selina opened the door and left the swimming pool area. After a couple of minutes of silence, Vicki stood on the same spot where Selina had placed her, shivering cold from her swim at the pool, wondering what the leggy reporter will do next. As most people always say, only time will tell.
Vicki only managed to gather herself together despite being chilled to the bone, gathered her things together, leaving the pool area, and drove her way back home in her bare legs and feet.
