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Catwoman The Job	By : vittoria Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 12220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She got the job through a broker. It involved breaking into the offices of one of Gotham’s corporations. Breaking the safe and photographing the contracts and getting out. The job should be an easy one for her. The security was level 3, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

Catwoman took the plans and studied them for about five minutes. She had a photographic memory and it and it did not take much studying. The job would be easier than breaking into some of the jewelry stores and high priced auction houses.

She had been at this for about two years….and was already considered expert. Due to her lack of fear and daring to take on just about any job. It had gained her a reputation to the point where she could pick any job she wanted. She had taken this one because the money was good for what needed to be done. Break into the corporate office of one of the cities conglomerates, Crack the safe and photograph the contracts. A walk through the park pure and simple.

She opened the vent and slid inside. Slowly but surely she made her way down the shoot until she came to a clear panel which looked as if it opened out into a hallway. With her laser sharp claws which doubled as lock picks and screw drivers she opened the grate which led into a hall of some kind. With great care she let herself down into the hallway. She already knew where she was and where she needed to be. On the top floor where all the executive suits were. And she needed the biggest one of them all. Ah yes, here it was, she thought. The rich mahogany doors and the ‘President’ title said it all. She was in the right place. Removing the key pass which she had been given from her pouch she quickly scanned it over the security reader and let herself inside the inner office. She could see that it was a large waiting area complete with secretary station and chairs and couches for guests. To The left of the receptionists station was a huge double door just as ornate as the first she had stepped through. Catwoman looked at the name on the gold plaque. Yes this definitely was the place she needed to be.

She opened the door and was about to take out the small flashlight when she noticed that the florescent light on the lamp over the desk was still on. She didn’t think anything of it. With the amount of money that this company raked in they surely could afford to waste a little electricity. Anyway that wasn’t her concern. She looked around the room with until she found what she was looking for. There it was a beautiful painting of a Schooner. She walked over to it, and removing it from the wall found what she was looking for. A safe.

She had just finished opening the safe when a nearby door opened revealing a tall well built man dressed in a tank top and sweat pants-she recognized him as being the President of the company. In the room behind him Catwoman made out the shape of a nautilus machine. He must have been in the gym when she came in. Damn! She knew she should have scoped the place. But then again who would be at the office at almost midnight?

They stared at each other for a few moments in complete shock.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“Oh me? I stumbled into the wrong hotel room…” she said backing away reaching for her whip, “I’ll be on my way…”
“Stop right there.”
“Why don’t you make me,” She said backing away. He lunged at her. Be he was no match for Selina’s street fighting skills. She easily side stepped his lunge and had him on the ground with a kick to the knees. He was on the floor face down in the carpet. Catwoman pinned him on the floor with a knee to the small of his back. She took out her cuffs and tied his wrists together.
“You won’t get away with this,” he growled
“Sure I will,” she said pleasantly, “Now just lie still, and this will be quick and painless.”

She left him on the floor and hurried back over to the safe. She took out the contracts and lay them on the desk. Then taking her small microfiche camera she began to painstakingly photograph each page. She hadn’t a clue what it was about. And neither did she care. She was just concerned with retrieving the additional 5 grand from the 10 grand she was being given for this job. Finished she placed her camera inside her glove. She was going to return the documents to the safe. But why bother? She had already been caught red handed. Before her she could see him struggling with his bonds. She laughed. There was no way he would break those bonds. Even as strong as he was….

She walked over to him and pushed him over onto his back. His t-shirt had ridden up a little revealing expertly chiseled abs. Nice. He obviously kept himself in shape. He was completely different from the men she normally saw. Who tended to be in their fifties and sixties. But it wasn’t their physical appearance that attracted her to them. It was their wealth and power. Power was her aphrodisiac.

She supplemented her income as a thief by acting as a professional ‘girlfriend’ to several high rollers in Gotham. Many who were willing to spend top dollar to spend an evening or a night with her. Of course she did not outwardly charge them. But she received remuneration in the form of ‘gifts’. But this she couldn’t pass up. Though she had left her days as dominatrix behind her. She still had to admit that she loved the thrill of dominating men. In whatever form. Whenever she had sex with one of her ‘clients’ she always made sure that she was on top. Normally these men were all rich and very wealthy, they had to be in order to get her attention. However most of the men who had this type of power tended to be older ones.

Which was just as well since she really wasn’t into younger men in the first place (unless of course you counted the time she had rescued Batman’s little pal ‘Robin’ one night after a nasty fall and taken him back to her apartment. After discovering that he was a virgin, she couldn’t help taking it-some lucky girl out there was enjoying the fruits of her lessons).

But as she stared at the man before her a thought came to her. Why not have a little fun? Sure he couldn’t have been more than 30, But the expression in the eyes of this man was different. He had an expression on his face that denoted that he had gone through a lot in his life. Poor little rich boy he was known as in the press. Yes rich. He was the richest man in Gotham City and one of the richest men in the country.

There was no way she could pass up the opportunity to dominate this rich and powerful stud.

She kneeled down beside him her hand slowly snaking up his shirt.
“ Beautiful,” she whispered. “You have a very nice body,”
She unsheathed her claw and ripped open his shirt revealing a sculpted torso.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“Shh,” she said placing gloved finger over her lips, “I told you to relax this will be all quick and painless….and very enjoyable.”
Her hand snaked up beneath his shirt, he was solid as a rock. The last time she had been with a man this hard and this cut was when she was dating Ted ‘Wildcat’ Grant’. Well not exactly dating. He had been teaching her how to defend herself and the relationship had progressed from the ring to the bedroom. Even at his 50’s Grant still kept himself in very good shape.

She slowly caressed his body when her hands reached his nipples she began to pinch and play with them. Grant had liked that too. It was an erogenous zone for him.

“Stop it!” he snapped.

Catwoman removed her hand from his torso and unsheathed the claw of the glove of her middle finger. Slowly she pulled it down the middle of his shirt splitting it half. Revealing his massive chest and sculpted abs. Funny his chest was covered with small rivulets of scars and there was a purple bruise on his rib cage. Word was he liked to play rough. One of her former ‘colleagues’ from her dominatrix days said that he was one of her clients and liked it rough. Though Catwoman was not sure to believe her. Emma was known to stretch the truth. Catwoman bent over and slowly and sensuously began lick each and every scar on his body, he smelled of sandalwood and tasted of sweat and salt. She heard him moan.

“Yes that’s it baby,” she murmured exhilarating in her power.

Catwoman raised her head and smiled, he noticed that the front of his sweats had risen up like a pup tent. He had gotten an erection.

“What have we here…” she said

“No…” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Your big head might say that,” she giggled, “But it’s not what your little head is saying!”

She loosened the draw strings of his sweat pants and reached down and pulled them down. His cock rose up large red and hard. She could see why he was so popular with the ladies. His cock must have been 8 inches long and thick as a large sausage. Catwoman took it in her hand and slowly began to fondle it.

“Stop it,” he grunted, “Just stop it right now!”
Catwoman lifted her head.
“Now come on honey,” she purred, “From your rep with the ladies you must love this!”
“Not from a whore like you!” he grunted.
Catwoman stopped and looked at him with feigned surprise. She was not ashamed at what she had once done. She figured she was less hypocritical that way, besides, she had been called much worse.
“What did you call me?” she asked pleasantly but there was no mirth in his eyes.
“You heard me!” he snapped, “You’re a whore.”
“No baby,” Catwoman said her eyes dancing, “I’m afraid that you got it all wrong. A whore is what you are. My whore. I’m the one who is using you.”

She continued to stroke his cock first, harder then much faster, until he was on the verge of coming. Throughout the ordeal he began to grunt
Then she moved down to his cock, licking at it frantically before taking it all in her mouth. He squirmed beneath her at first then began to thrust his hips into her mouth. Catwoman pulled away. He looked at her the expression on his face one of confusion and frustration.

“Hmm…” Catwoman said looking at him, he had raised his head and was glaring at her. His face red with anger or was it something else?

“No” she said rising to his feet, “Not like that,” she said, “It’s my turn now.”She slipped out of her purple catsuit until she was completely naked- except for the mask and mounted him. She could feel his eyes on her, drinking in every part of her well toned body. She moved over to him straddling his body. She then knelt down over his face until her pussy was just over his mouth.

“No!” he shouted.

“Oh yes,” she replied and with that she grabbed his jaw forcing it open, she placed her pussy right over his mouth. For a moment Catwoman wondered whether he was going to bite her. But he didn’t. Instead he proceeded to lick her frantically. Catwoman moaned, in ecstasy.

“Yeah baby,” she moaned, “That’s it harder!”

She shuddered in orgasm once more. Butstood up. She didn’t want to blow all of her goodies on his tongue. Not with that hot delicious sausage. She stood up and moved down to his waist and crouching down,

She took his thick cock inside her and began to gyrate on top of him. Removing her gloves and throwing them on the ground.

His face had changed from one of anger and disgust to that of lust, and he was soon thrusting up deep inside her.
“Yes baby,” she whispered as she rode him, “Yes!”

She used her hands to rub frantically up and down his hard powerful body until their hips were slapping against each other in animal lust. Soon they were moving together frantically as one, their bodies becoming a mass of pure animal passion, to the point where he was actually had his ass off the ground to get deeper inside her. Suddenly with a cry Catwoman came raking her nails down his bare torso. If she had not taken off her gloves she would have drawn blood. He screamed out both in pain and ecstasy just as he came.

Finally Catwoman collapsed on top of him panting loudly, both of their bodies were covered in sweat. His face was crimson both from the exertion as well as embarrassment.

Catwoman laughed softly.

“Thanks for the good time stud,” she whispered kissing him, “The pleasure was all mine.” With that she quickly rose to her feet dressed and left.

Bruce Wayne waited a moment until she was gone before rising to his feet and snapping the cuffs. Fortunately the contracts she had photographed were old copies, which he had neglected to remove from the safe. The real and updated ones were still on his computer where he had completed them before deciding to un-cramp by working out in his gym. He deliberated going after her as Batman but then decided against it. She would be in enough trouble as it is once the person who paid her found out that the contracts she photographed were all wrong. He changed back into his street clothes and left.
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