The next day I spent in my apartment. My mother came to see me and cooked me dinner, like she used to at home. Then she lectured me about losing too much weight and taking too long in finding a good husband. My Mama was very traditional in her beliefs.
She would not have approved of the arrangement I had with Killer Croc.
Catherina did as she was told and rested up that day. She found herself wishing that the phone would ring, or a certain someone of a scaly build would knock at her door.
But her day passed without any event, other than her mother's nagging.
The next day she went to work, and wore another sexy little red number.
This outfit literally sparkled, from the ruby red high heels, to the shimmering tassel covered flapper dress. Her tights were dark with cross cross etching on them, and attached to red silk suspenders underneath the dress. It clung to her tightly packed breasts and hung down to her knees. The straps were thin over her shoulders, and her long gloves hugged at her biceps. She wore her hair down and in a waterfall of ebony waves, framing her smoky brown eyes and deep red lips. Catherina finished the outfit off with a red neck chocker, lined with the same tassels as her dress, and a red gem in the middle of it.
It was the classics night at the club, with gangsters, Al Capone wannabes, flappers and dames as far as the eye could see. So of course, Catherina had been instructed to fit the image. She sang a mixture of classic show tunes from the era and Jazz.
Half way through her act, she saw him.
Killer Croc stood in the shadows by the end of the bar, watching. Just watching.
Catherina felt her cheeks burn and her mood change. It changed the tone behind her voice and especially raunchy-ed up her jazz songs. She didn't even notice that the band had to change their pitch to match her husky tones.
And he just watched her.
After her encore of Big Spender, she bowed to her audience and stepped off the stage. Catherina didn't even try to sit at the entertainer's table.
She made her way straight over to her man.
Oh yes, her man.
All I had been able to think of since he left the other night was seeing him again. The last two nights I had slept without any nightmares. In fact, I had dreamt of him and the time we spent in my bed. All I wanted was for him to say my name again. With that deep growl that made me tremble and submit to him.
"Good evening Señor Croc." Catherina stopped in front of him, not quite close enough to be in his personal space, but close enough. His eyes were gleaming through the shadow his hat cast over his face.
"Good evening." He snickered at her, which made her blush.
Well, what else was she supposed to say to him? yo motherfucker? Hows it hanging? Nice to see you again lover.
Were they lovers? Does one time qualify them as lovers?
She fussed over the front of her dress with her hands and chuckled nervously.
"Are you here on business Señor Croc? Or..."
"Or?" Croc smirked down from his towering height over her timid form. She was doing her best to appeal to him. Wearing yet another short dress, pushing her breasts up for his enhanced viewing and batting her eyes at him every now and then. He wouldn't tell her, or let her see so, but it was working. What he didn't understand is why she was risking making an ass of herself to get his attention.
Nor did he care. This was fun. "Or what?"
"Or." She gulped and smiled nervously. "Perhaps you are here for...another reason. Maybe...to see..." he folded his arms over her front, and she lost her nerve. "-someone else."
"Who else but people in this fine establishment related to my business would I be here to see Catherina?"
Oh he said her name.
Her knees felt weak, like all the fairytale damsels in the story books always did. Her handsome prince just wore scales instead of armour.
And he wasn't very charming either.
"Well, perhaps you came for the entertainment." She squeaked. But she didn't look away from him, or look like she didn't want to be there. She had made a bee line straight for him after all.
"Or." He leaned forward from his position against the wall until his shrouded face and gleaming eyes became inches from her own. "Perhaps I came to fuck you." His reptilian lips peeled over his teeth, showing a full mouth of sharp fangs. Her cheeks flushed and he saw her lick lips like she was dying of thirst.
"Perhaps Señor Croc, that's what I was hoping you'd say."
"Oh really?"
"Si." She stepped into him, making a move to kiss those hidden lips, but he pulled back.
"Sorry Señorita. I'm here on business." Catherina snapped back to her upright position and held her hands together over her front nervously.
"I thought you said-"
"I said perhaps." He snickered at her, in her face, and pulled away from the wall with his hands in his pockets. "I also said I'd let you know when I wanted to see you. And right now, I don't." He walked past her without another word or jibe.
My heart dropped through my chest to the floor. I had been looking forward to seeing him again, and he just brushed me off like a joke.
So I went to the dressing room, collected my bag and went home.
If Killer Croc didn't want to see her, then there was no reason for her to stick around and let him find her sitting at the entertainers table alone all night.
She didn't particularly like the idea of Falcone's boys eyeing her up either.
Even as I locked my front door, I felt burned by the snide way he brushed me off. so easily, like I meant nothing to him.
It was then she looked up from her grumbling and stared at herself in the mirror.
Of course he didn't care about her. He was a mass murdering hit man for the Falcone. He was using her for sex, and she was using him for protection. Why would he care about her or her feelings?
"He is not my boyfriend. He doesn't care for me, and I should not expect him to." She took a deep breath and sank into her small sofa. "I swap sex for protection. I need to keep reminding myself of that. Oh dear lord." She raised her hands over her mouth. "I'm getting paid for sex, but it's protection instead of money." The hands fell from her mouth to her lap and she looked down to her knees. "No wonder he treats me like a whore."
Catherina felt herself deflate as she undressed, hung up her dress and got ready for bed.
Part of her hoped the door would bang and he would storm in and show her he was only playing earlier, and he did want to see her...
...but he didn't.
The next night she wasn't on the singing roster. It was dance night and she always did one night on her rota teaching flamenco and Paso Doble.
She put Killer Croc far out of her mind and made small chat with Lucy about a new line of eyeliner she just had to try.
"I can do the steps with my feet like you, but never the wrist thing."
"Oh, you mean flamenco hands? Practise Lucy." She giggled and clasped her lacy black push up bra with her matching French panties. She rolled her eyes at her blonde friend, trying to mimic her rolling wrists, and looking closer to having some sort of fit than dancing. Catherina pulled up a tight red and black flamenco dress. It had black lace across her breasts and straight over her lower shoulders. The dress hugged her voluptuous figure to her waist, then flared down to her ankles. There was a large triangular section missing from her right mid thigh downwards, falling it the traditional flamenco ruffles. All the hems were edged with the same black lace, and there were netted black roses over her red dress. Her bare neck and shoulders were decorated with her long wavy raven hair. It was taken back at the left side of her head and pinned with a black and red lacy flower pin. She styled her hair to come down from the pin to frame her right eye and rest nicely over her right shoulder.
"Here." Lucy zipped her up at the back and handed her a large black lace fan, and a black and red lacy choker. "We need to go out quick!" Lucy was dressed in a bubblegum pink army inspired dress, with the aim of teaching people the lindy hop and Charleston. Perfect with her image and personality.
"Si, I will be right after you." She nodded, finishing her makeup, smoky eyes and deep red lips. She then checked that her toes and finger tips weren't cracked, all deep red, and ready to go. She hopped into a pair of black buckle up dancing heels and hurried out of the door.
As they all lined up on the stage to do their opening act, all of the girls together, she saw him.
Killer Croc was stood in the same damn place as he was the day before. Shoulders back against the wall, arms folded, stood by the end of the bar in the shadows.
A fire bubbled in her belly, a rebellious and hazardous to her health fire.
As soon as the music started she stormed over to the front of the stage and threw her arms up into position. She waited for the guitars and drums to pluck and echo out through the club to announce her arrival to the stage. She then violently grabbed the side of her skirt and fanned it out to her side, stomping her heels dramatically like an ancient sensual tap dancer. Catherina had a fierce expression as she danced, as this flamenco was a dance of power. Her hips rolled with elegance, despite the vigour of her feet pounding a rhythm into the dance floor. Each wrist moved like water, twirling and gesturing like both violent torrents of the sea, and the tranquil beat of a bird flying through the magical feats she was achieving with the fan.
She would spin and her dress would dance around her.
She would throw her arms out and they would move independently from her arched body and powerful legs, never breaking their perfect lines from her shoulders.
Her eyes were like dark pools of female ferocity. And they were aimed at the reptilian man, who was staring back at her.
That didn't nark him however. It was when she stopped looking at him when she danced that pissed him off.
She finished her section off and returned to her spot on the stage. The music changed and Lucy did a comical little Charleston number incorporating knee wobbles, flicks and kicks. Afterwards the other Exotic ladies did their dances, tango, jive and even some foxtrot.
Then they waited until a wife of someone who was very to do within the Falcone organisation picked out someone to teach them to dance.
Catherina stopped glaring into the back wall when her name was called. It seemed the honourable Judge Carlson's wife wanted a lesson in flamenco. She was a sensible, practical woman of her late 50's, who very much enjoyed a night out. she was also a very good student. It didn't take long for the Spanish beauty to relax into her usual bright smile and kind ways and get the woman rolling her wrists near-perfect.
"What you must remember Mrs Carlson, is the flamenco is the story of a woman. She can be many things, angry, passionate, sorrowful, but always is she powerful and strong."
"Oh I rather like this Spanish dancing!" Mrs Carlson, who was wearing a rather respectable cream dress suit, mimicked Catherina's movements. "Did you learn this in Spain dear?"
"No Señora Carlson. I am American. My Mamá came to Gotham as a child with her parents and I was born here. But it was my Mamá who taught me how to flamenco." Catherina giggled and held her student's elbows. "Stronger frame Señora. Si, like that."
Catherina forgot that Killer Croc was even there. She managed to stay with the very wealthy Mrs Carlson for the rest of the night.
It was only at leaving time did she remember he was here.
She had changed into her jeans and a woolly brown jumper with an owl stitched into the front, with slip on black pumps. She had also taken off her makeup and brushed her hair neatly behind her ears.
So she was a little startled when she found him stood there by the exit, arms folded and eyes gleaming.
"You took your sweet time."
"I didn't realise I was keeping you waiting." She tried to keep her tone even and emotionless, but there was still a dangerous edge to it.
"I've been stood here watching you all night." Ooo, a pleasurable chill went down her spine at that. but she ignored it.
"You were stood watching me the other night, but you weren't here for me."
"Oh I see." He pulled away from the wall and opened the door for her. "We're still a little pissed about that are we Señorita?"
"No." She lied and walked through the door, holding her handbag and dross under her arm. "But you were displeased when I approached you before you were interested in seeing me again, so I thought better to wait for you to come to me."
"I think what you meant to say was-" Croc dropped a hand onto her shoulder and jerked her to a stop. He then waited until she looked nervously up at him. "I was here on business last time, so you were waiting for me to let you know if I was here for you, or not. Remember, I let you know when I want you next." He then gave her a full grin of teeth, and was impressed when her expression didn't change. "I didn't think you would be getting possessive over me, princess." She blushed then and snapped her head forward again. Croc grinned to himself. So she also liked the pet name...this woman was very interesting. "I also didn't realise you'd be so addicted to my cock after one go." He snickered at her burning face, seeing that might just be the case, and pushed her into a walk. "You know, I thought you were going to do something stupid tonight. Like 'teach me a lesson' by flirting with another man to get my attention."
"Why would I do that?" he was about to say, 'because you're apparently not as stupid as most women', when she dropped a bomb on him. "I know you don't care about me. I'm not your girlfriend. You've made that clear. Sure I missed you, but I know I'm just sex to you." she then carried on walking without him and stood patiently outside of his van. She then turned to look at him quizzically when he just stood there.
"You don't think much of men, do you?"
"When I meet a good man Señor Croc, I'll change my mind." She giggled at him then, despite the fact she just insulted him.
"I should be pissed at that." he opened the door for her and helped her into the van. "But I'm not a good man, and I'm going to fuck you again tonight, so I can't really complain."
"Si Señor Croc." They looked at each other inside the van, and started chuckling as he started up the engine.
"So, you're a glamorous performer, but a casual person." drove off and waved at her outfit. "Your home is less than extravagant too."
"Is that a bad thing?" he stopped at the traffic lights and looked sideways a her.
"Just an observation."
"Oh, Señor Croc, I haven't showered since this morning. I didn't know I was seeing you so-"
"So you need a quick shower. Fine." He set off again with the green light. "The shower is set to lukewarm, don't mess with the settings or I'll kick your ass."
Catherina blinked at him, then jerked in her seat to look out the van window.
They were heading in the wrong direction for her flat. "Oh yeah, we're going to my place."
"Oh." What else could she say?
It wasn't long before they were driving out to a certain part of town. Deep into Queen's Harlem and towards the docks. They drove between many tatty looking warehouses until they reached one at the very edge of the docks. It looked terrible from the outside, and she braced herself for somewhere empty and derelict inside.
When Killer Croc lifted her out of the van and led her inside, she was shocked by what she saw.
Inside the warehouse was a very plain, but clean and fully equip house. What were offices were now fully converted rooms, ranging from bedrooms, to weapons stores and storage rooms.
In the middle of the main floor was a heated pool, and a flat screen TV the size of her living room wall opposite.
The walls were painted a deep red, and the floors were all tiled cream.
"Catherina." She caught herself blushing and trembled internally as he growled her name again. Would she never get used to that? "This way to the shower."
"Si Señor Croc." She followed him obediently to a large set of stairs at the far side of the warehouse, up onto the second floor, and immediately turned left into a bathroom. There was a large bath in the middle of the room. It was wooden on the outside and ceramic on the inside. It looked like a luxury Jacuzzi rather than a bath, but that was apparently it's function. Behind it was a large glass walk in shower. Killer Croc was a large man, so it would make sense that everything in his home was selected to suit his size, from his home to his shower.
"I'll go get the bedroom ready." He stood in the doorway, about to make sure she knew not to be too long, when she turned and gave him a very interesting look.
"...Señor Croc..." she was blushing madly and fussing with her hands over her front. "I am very grateful you have brought me to your home. It is very grand and it is an honour to be here." She gulped and her dark honey eyes darted briefly to the bath. "I am going to have a shower anyway, but I wondered if..." she gulped again, and looked down, as if having momentarily questioned the logic of her request.
"You wondered what?" if it wasn't for the flustered look she was giving him, he'd just snap at her that he was a busy man and he'd brought her to his 'grand home' for a damn good fucking, not a tour.
"Well, if I were to have a bath rather than a shower...I mean it's a large bath." She put a timid hand on the rim and looked up at him through her lashes subconsciously. "I mean, it is large enough that if you also wished to bathe, you could join me."
Cue the burning cheeks routine.
I was not a forward woman by any means. The fact I had managed to pursue and succeed in persuading Señor Croc into this arrangement was strange enough. But propositioning him in this way? My Mamã would have fainted if she knew her daughter was suggesting such a thing. But I couldn't help it. Croc was right, I was addicted to him. All I thought about the last few days was seeing this powerful man again. Being in his home like this seemed to mean something to me, even if it didn't to him.
"I showered before I came to the club." He peeled his thick green lips back over his sharp teeth and stalked back into the room. He knew exactly what she was suggesting, but he loved to tease his little Señorita. "I don't need to bathe."
"Perhaps you would want to." She hated when he did this to her. Catherina may not have known Killer Croc for long, but she had started to see what pleasure he took from forcing her to be as forward as he was, and then mocking her for it.
Despite this, I knew better than to ruin his fun. My single role in this relationship was to give whatever Señor Croc what he wanted. And if he wanted to tease me, then I was to let him.
"Why would I want to have a bath if I'm already clean?"
"Well, if you were the bathe when I was bathing, perhaps I could...wash your back?" Catherina turned the tap, already set to lukewarm, and bent over slowly to push the plug in.
In front of Croc.
He stared at her backside in those jeans as she did this. What he wanted to know is if she had done that on purpose, or not. She stood up and pulled her jumper over her head. Croc hadn't been expecting that. He watched her with intense eyes as she started disrobing in front of him. if only she'd do it slowly, and facing him. then he could really enjoy the show. Surely she wasn't doing this on purpose...
"I have a stick with a sponge on the end to wash my back with."
"Oh." Was there anything she could say to get him in the bath with her, without bringing herself to asking him because she wanted to have 'it' in the bath? "A sponge on a stick cannot massage your back too, can it Señor Croc?" He opened his mouth to answer and paused as she pinged her bra off. She was folding her clothing and dropping it on the floor as she went. She was in nothing but her jeans and her panties now.
"No, it can't do that." free to stare at her back Croc cupped the growing bulge in his pants. Damn. Intentional or not, he was going to fuck that little Spanish woman very soon. Her long raven hair shimmered down her back, and he could see the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips before they disappeared into her jeans. Croc shrugged his coat and hat off and pulled at his buckle. Catherina heard this and resisted the urge to smirk.
That was when I started to realise that two could play this game. Where ask Señor Croc was trying to tease me into a fluster until I begged him, I was trying to make him lose his patience and throw himself at me. I never thought I'd enjoy a battle of wills, but I soon discovered I was in fact rather good at it.
She shimmied out of her jeans and bent over slowly to retrieve them. This time she'd packed a pair of naughty underwear in her day bag, as an emergency backup set encase Croc turned up. She was glad she had, as she'd managed to change into a pair of newly purchased lacy red lingerie. The bra wouldn't be appreciated, but it seems Croc was very much enjoying the semi transparent thong she was wearing. And that was just from behind. He dropped his trousers and boxers to the floor and closed in on his prise. As she stood up again he put an arm on the bath ledge at either side of her, caging her between his rock hard body and the bath. "What kind of massage did you have in mind?" He whispered in her ear huskily, and had no shame in looking down her front at last. He slipped his claw tipped fingers down the side of her tong and pushed them down. In Catherina's mind, that was a big victory. She turned and looked up at him with big wanting brown eyes.
"Whatever kind you want."
They both moved. Their mouths smoothed together and Catherina found herself sat on the edge of the bath, legs apart and Croc pressed between them.
This was so different now. The fear she held was so faint compared to the desire she had for this beast of a man, she was able to push it out of her mind. She wanted to feel that wonderful rush of raw passion and that wave of content you felt afterwards. She wanted to be with this reptilian man, more than she wanted anything else in the world.
But she dare not tell him that. he'd laugh at her if she did.
Croc growled and pushed her backwards. She slipped into the water and quickly righted herself. Her brief dip under the water distracted nothing from her natural beauty. In anything, the sight of her thick wet raven hair running water down the valley of her breasts and the curve of her spine excited him further.
"I'll get the condom, quickly wash." He barked at her and scrambled out of the room.
She frantically grabbed some body wash from a bottle and scrubbed herself everywhere, particularly her delicate areas. She remembered how much Croc liked those, and what he did to them with his tongue. She just finishing rinsing herself off when Croc reappeared, he was sheathed and ready to go. "Are you ready Catherina?" he taunted her, climbing into the bath slowly.
"Si Se-"
Splash.
He was on her and kissing her with a burning need. The pace of this was much different to the last time. The last time they took their time, worked up to sex. Perhaps if she'd have thought about it Catherina would have anticipated the same happening again.
But the bubbling pit of her desire in her belly had over boiled and caused her to need him, like she had never needed a man before. It seems he was just as eager as she was, very much matching her seeking hands and hot lips. The water acted as a lubricant to their skin and scales, their bodies sliding against each other as they clung to one another. It was a very deep bath, with the water coming up to Croc's chest in the middle, with seating built into the sides of it.
It was then Catherina found herself wondering if this was a massive turn on to Croc, having sex in the water. He was a Crocodile man, after all. His frenzied hands smoothed all over her body, squeezing her rump, holding the back of her head to deepen their kissing, pinching her nipples and cupping her ample breasts. He kiss, sucked and nipped at her lips, jaw and neck, trailing down to her breasts and back up again. He lifted her in the water easily and dragged her against his throbbing cock. His Spanish beauty whimpered and held onto him when he dropped her into one of the side seats. He sat her on the very edge of it, and pushed her to lean back against the wall of the bath. At first she was worried, then she realised what he was doing and grinned lustfully at him. She even held onto his shoulders as he positioned himself.
"Ah, you weren't lying then." He snickered playfully at her as he drove himself all the way in in one motion. "You were ready for me."
"OH oh, C-Croc." She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Water was slapping against their bodies and spilling over the side of the bath with their rapid grinding in the bath. But neither cared. "Croc!" she moaned his name again, and missed the way he looked at her when she did. She turned her head from side to side and arched into him desperately. His thick length pounded into her, sending pleasurably tremors through her aching body. She moaned into his hungry lips and caressed his face as they kissed.
This was something he wasn't used to. The cherished way in which she held him and embraced him as they made love or fucked almost shocked him into stopping.
She may know that he doesn't care about her, but it was obvious that the same could not be said for how she felt about him. It was evident in the way she looked at him, the way she touched him, the fact that she even wanted to be with him in the first place.
He pushed that aside for now, not knowing how to even process that, and focused on the task at hand. "Oh Croc!" ah yes.
"Catherina." He growled into her neck and felt her whimper against his shoulder. He fucked her even harder, sending waves of water over the side of the bath as he did. "Such a naughty girl you are."
"N-naughty?" she arched into him again, feeling the walls of her dam begin to buckle under the sheer onslaught of his cock.
"Yes. You want to cum so badly, but you haven't asked for permission yet." He smirked into her neck, nipping her when she seemed lost in her writhing. He didn't once slow his pace, both hands gripping her hips and holding her steady as he ground forward.
"Please!" She mewled and held onto his shoulders, trying to kiss him again, but he turned away.
"Please what? Stop?" he paused, but not for long.
"NO!" she yelped, relieved when he drove her back against the bath wall. "Oh, d-don't ever stop Señor Croc." She kissed his neck and heard him chuckle into her ear.
"I won't stop, if you beg me to let you cum." He turned his head to look deep into her eyes. Sharp amber smouldered down on dark honey. "Beg me Catherina." She arched her body to meet him again, and whimpered.
Sweet lord she loved it when he said her name like that.
"Please Señor Croc. Please, I beg you."
"For what Catherina."
"t-to let me cum." She blushed madly and closed her eyes.
"Alright Catherina, you can cum now." he then pulled out. she snapped her eyes open in alarm, only to find herself whipped over and bracing herself against the wall of the bath. He parted her legs and lifted her hips in the water until she was kneeling on the edge of the seat. He then entered her again, and rammed her into the bath wall.
"AAAAHH!" She screamed with delight as he fucked her hard, so different to how he was last time. it was like he wasn't holding anything back this time. Croc was letting his inner beast out, hissing and snarling over the sound of his scales slapping her skin under the water. The thought of him releasing himself so much was more than she could take. She wondered if any other woman had ever let him be free like this. "C-C-Croc!" she yowled and dug her nails into the wooden frame of the bath. She came hard, like a thunder storm bursting from where their hips met and throughout her body. She whimpered as each of his thrusts sent wave after wave of pleasure wantonly through her. Catherina could tell that he was getting close too, from how erratic his breathing had become. She used her grip on the bath to push back against every one of his thrusts, until he released a deep hiss to the air and held her hips still against him. his grip was hard, and his claws broke her skin, but she didn't mind that in exchange for the moment of godly pleasure they had just shared. It was a few more moments of heavy panting before he pulled out and hastily got out of the bath. He pulled off the condom whilst he was still mostly hard, to tie it off before any of his seamen leaked into the water. He discarded it, and to Catherina's great delight returned to the bath. He sat in the seat beside her and dropped his arm over her shoulders.
"So." He cleared his throat and looked at the opposite wall. He knew she was looking at him, but he wouldn't look back. He knew what look was in her eyes, and if he looked at it, he'd have to address it. He wasn't ready to address it just yet. "That was pleasing."
"You did all the hard work Señor Croc." She tentatively placed a hand on his chest and waited for him to tell her to take it away. She beamed a smile when he didn't. "You are very good at this."
I started to wonder if he'd had other lovers, and if so how many? And how did I compare to them? But I knew better than to ask. I was not his girlfriend. Just his mistress.
"If you say so." He looked off to one side, away from her. But the arm stayed over her shoulders and he didn't move his chest away from her hand. "Are you sore?"
"No Señor Croc."
"You can call me Croc when we're alone you know. And not just when we're fucking." He chuckled, feeling the heat of her blush without needing to see it.
"Very well Se-" he flashed a narrowed eyed stare at her. "...Croc." she blushed again, this time from actually saying his name when she couldn't use the torrents of passion as an excuse.
"Good girl." He chuckled again and caught himself looking back into those big brown eyes. "Now, wash up, get dressed, and I'll drive you home."
"Could we not have another moment like this Se-Croc? You don't have to look at me. Just let us sit like this for another moment."
"Why?" he raised a brow at her, and watched her snuggled against his side.
In truth it was so I could pretend we were real lovers, enjoying an intimate moment after our passionate love making. But I knew I could not say that to Señor Croc. He did not care for me then, and he would have ended our agreement if he thought I did. I then thought of the perfect excuse.
"I haven't given you a massage yet, Croc."
"Oh? I was under the impression that you had, Catherina."