Catwoman's Christmas Caper

Selina bolted across the rooftops belonging to an assortment of rundown apartment blocks, flipping across the gaps between them. Cold flakes landed on her red lips and rosy cheeks, the blankets of snow covering the roofs made it all the more necessary for her to watch where she planted her feet, knowing she wouldn't be able to live down the embarrassment if anyone happened to witness the infamous Catwoman suffering a pratfall of all things.

A virtual snowstorm was hardly ideal for one of Selina's heists, and there was nothing she wanted more than to be curled up in front of a fireplace, enjoying a glass of warm milk and the flickering flames of a log fire. But Selina was never one to take a day off from work, even during the Christmas season. Jewellery was always a go-to gift for couples, which meant that gold and diamonds flooded into the city during the month of December in vast quantities, transported using armoured vehicles with heavily armed convoys to ward off Gotham's career criminals.

Ordinarily, Selina would never consider touching the irresistible shipments whenever they rolled through the city's streets, all on their way to the jewellery stores and shopping malls hoping to make a killing. Unlike her better funded competitors, she lacked the resources and equipment necessary to pull off a successful holdup, and she took her craft far too seriously to resort to using guns or bladed weapons; it simply wasn't sporting.

However, to Selina's astonishment, the GCPD was at the top of their game for once, working around the clock to round up the gangs suspected of plotting raids on the convoys. Selina's competition rapidly dwindled, until she was one of the few professional thieves left not spending a short stint at Blackgate. Weeks passed and the trucks all moved through the streets of Gotham untouched, and the size of the armed crews that joined them dwindled drastically.

While most of Gotham's citizens were busy planning for Christmas, rushing around malls and department stores buying up any last minute presents they could get their hands on, Selina spent her time locked away in her apartment planning for what would become her masterpiece. Selina quickly hashed out a plan, donning every disguise she had tucked away in her closet to observe the trucks as they passed by, taking extensive notes of their regular routes and the stops they took in between.

Targeting them at random was far too risky, Selina knew better than anyone that the Falcones and Maronis had a stake in the valuable cargo and often stowed hired goons in the rear storage compartments of the transporters as an added measure of protection. She wasn't an amateur, the target had to be absolutely perfect, allowing her to disappear into the blizzard, covered from head to toe in glittering jewels and gems without so much as a shot being fired.

After a week of stalking, Selina eventually found the perfect mark. She identified a truck that was almost three decades old, covered in rust and the fading decals belonging to the security company that owned and operated it, built without the ceramic plates that made its modern counterparts impenetrable fortresses on wheels. Its cargo was hardly the motherload, but she'd seen too many talented cat burglars fall victim to their own hubris over the years, foiled when they punched above their weight. Selina was ambitious, but that didn't mean she felt that she had anything to prove.

Selina dashed along the roof of an old shoe store, running parallel with the street below. Her jet-black latex catsuit allowed her to blend in with the night sky, rendering her almost invisible to those who didn't know where to look. She skidded to a stop at one corner of the building and lowered herself to a crouch, flicking her eyes towards an old clocktower as she observed the intersection below. As if by magic, the battered truck rolled up to a red light as soon as the the bell chimed.

"There you are, kitten," Selina licked her lips, seeing the traffic light flash its amber glow. "Don't worry, Selina's coming for you."

The light turned green and the truck lurched, heading straight on in the direction of a parade of stores that were either derelict or in the process of closing down. Selina sprang into action and followed the truck, running at breakneck speed to keep up as it travelled along without any traffic to impede its progress. Launching her whip, Selina wrapped it around the arm of a crane that was once used to hoist goods onto the backs of flatbeds. Selina leapt over the edge of the roof and gripped the handle of her whip, curling in mid-air towards the lumbering vehicle. The whip released itself and Selina soared through the chilly air, landing gracefully on the flat roof of the truck, barely making a sound as she casually rolled onto her back and crossed her legs, waiting for the driver and sole occupant to unknowingly spring her trap.

The armoured truck continued on its journey for another half hour, and Selina was happy to peacefully watch the city pass by, occasionally filing her steel-tipped nails to ensure they were as razor sharp as ever. The driver took a final turn and gradually slowed down, its runflat tyres crunched the fresh snowdrift and left behind a trail of slush until the truck parked up in a narrow alley. The yellow cones of light pouring from the headlights died away once the engine chugged abruptly and fell silent, leaving the flickering lamp posts running along the cramped back alley as the only remaining source of light.

Selina glanced around, recognising a pair of towers rising high into the sky as the last remains of the Wayne Plaza, a housing project founded by Thomas Wayne as a means of dealing with Gotham's housing crisis during the 70s. Just like everything else that was once good about Gotham, the towers fell into disrepair, which only worsened following the passing of Thomas. The state of the towers that were once architectural marvels didn't shock Selina, Gotham had a habit of swallowing up anything worth a damn and spitting it back out.

Selina sat up at the sound of the cab door being thrown open, crawling to the edge of the roof to see the driver leaping out. He was on the larger side, standing at six feet tall and wearing a uniform that poorly fit his frame and was littered with odd stains and marks, complete with a navy blue cap that sat upon his balding head. The driver hacked out a cough and spat on the ground, striking a match as he paced in front of the cab, lighting one of his cheap cigarettes. He staggered over to a nearby trashcan and pulled down the zipper of his creased slacks, drawing his cock out to relieve himself after hours of non-stop driving.

With his gun still holstered and his cigarette relaxing him enough to lower his guard, he couldn't have been an easier target for the latex-clad cat burglar, whose nails tapped contemplatively against the metal roof. A small glint appeared when Selina's perfectly white teeth came into sight, and her smile was more than self-assured.

"Hard day?" Selina purred, sprawled enticingly across the roof.

"Wha-?" the driver's cigarette butt fell from his lips as he fumbled around to withdraw his pistol. Whipping it out, he twisted around and aimed it at the source of the seductive voice, bemused by the presence of the woman who was a frequent guest on the GCPD's most wanted board. "What're you doin' here?"

"Oh, I was just out for a night on the town, doing some window shopping. I love Gotham during the winter season, the snow covers up a lot of the unpleasantness," Selina slid one thigh across the other, showing no concern whatsoever for the pistol that was trained on her. "Care to tell me what you're doing here? Wayne Plaza isn't the sort of place you want to stop for a cigarette break, not unless you're a fan of getting stabbed with a rusty knife by one of the addicts that hang around here."

"Takin' a piss," the driver responded crudely, keeping Selina framed by the iron sights of his pistol. "Been drivin' around since yesterday mornin'. You're that Catgirl that keeps appearing in the papers."

"Catwoman, darling," Selina corrected him in a haughty tone, swinging her legs over the edge of the roof to assume a sitting position. "But to answer your question, yes, I am. The one and only. And who might you be, my scruffy friend?"

"Burt," he cocked his weapon, fully aware of deceptively calm woman's agility based on the grainy videos he had seen of her on the news reels. "You here to steal the jewels?"

"Steal is such a poor word for it, I like to think that I'm simply liberating these dazzling gems. It pains me to think of whose ownership they might end up under if I didn't intervene and save them from a life of being paraded around at cocktail parties before being stuffed back into jewellery boxes and forgotten about," Selina extravagantly crossed one long leg over the other, locking her fingers across her knee. "I had hoped that I wouldn't need to do anything too strenuous to get my claws on them."

"You ain't gettin' 'em!" Burt growled back, briefly dropping his eyes to Selina's legs. "There hasn't been a hijack in weeks, I'm not gonna be the one who breaks that record. My boss would string me up if I lost his cargo."

"Such loyalty," Selina tapped her foot in the air, brushing flakes of snow off her thigh. "But I don't think your employer deserves it. He sent you into Gotham alone with a truck packed with a modest treasure trove, with nothing more than a pistol to defend yourself against the colourful characters that would do anything possible to get their hands on your cargo."

"Like you?" Burt raised a brow.

"Like me," Selina's ruby lips twitched in amusement. "But rest assured, I have no intention of causing you any unnecessary harm. Although, the same couldn't be said about my peers if they got to you first. Hmm, perhaps it would be better for us to negotiate face-to-face?"

Elegantly, Selina curled her body and tumbled away from the roof, spinning in mid-air as she made the steep drop, crushing a fluffy layer of snow beneath her heels. Burt took a second or two to react and followed Selina his gun towards, but not quick enough.

"No need for that, you seem like the sort of man who's willing to bargain," Selina pouted and struck a sultry pose, exhibiting the grace of a trained ballerina when she pirouetted and lashed her leg out. Her foot connected with Burt's hand and sent the pistol flying, but not before he got off a single shot and accidentally embedded a bullet deep in the driver's side tyre. "There, now we can negotiate properly?"

"Negotiate?" Burt rubbed his sore hand, not fancying his chances of success if he chose to fight the athletic woman. "What sort of negotiatin' are you talkin' about, lady?"

"The sort of negotiating that allows me to flee into the night with all the sparkly jewels you have locked away in this little rust box, of course," Selina replied, patting the cold metal exterior of the truck, "I think they would compliment this costume of mine, wouldn't you agree? Much better than being worn by some mobster's moll, or around the neck of the snooty wife of a politician."

"Lady, if you think for one second that I'm gonna give up what's in this truck, then you'd better book yourself a place in the Arkham Asylum, because you sound about as crazy as the loons already locked up there," Burt scoffed.

"It's alright, I understand your hesitation," Selina clucked her tongue, resting her hands on her wide hips, "We can hardly have an exchange where only one party here comes away feeling satisfied. As you said, your employer wouldn't react well if he found out that you lost his goods, doing so without putting up much of a fight. So, why don't we come to a nice compromise?"

"Like what?" Burt remained suspicious, though his interest was piqued.

"The payload is far too substantial for me to carry away all by myself, and there's no way that I will allow myself to be seen driving away with this rust-bucket that you call a truck. It simply isn't my style," Selina paced, tapping her nails against her suit. "So I propose we split the bounty. I keep the jewels that I find to be the most appealing of the bunch, you keep the rest."

"Just like that? That's your compromise?" Burt rolled his eyes, desperate for another cigarette to take the edge off. "I'd be hunted down like a dog."

"Not unless you disappear, just like this," Selina smiled, snapping her fingers. "You could walk away with a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewels, sell them for about half that amount to a fence, buy a set of fake IDs, and disappear off the face of the Earth before the New Year rolls in. Your boss will tear Gotham apart to look for you, unaware that Burt what's-his-face is far, far away on some beach in the Bahamas, enjoying his hard-earned retirement."

"What makes you think I haven't got a wife waitin' for me at home?" Burt asked, daring to let his hardened eyes glance down at Selina's body, finding more curves than he had ever seen on a woman in his life. "What if I can't up and leave?"

"There's a pale outline of a ring on your finger," Selina stated, noticing Burt looking down at his finger. "Unless my powers of deduction are wrong, which they rarely are, I can only guess that you're divorced. Recently from the looks of it."

"That's right," Burt grumbled darkly.

"So a vanishing act isn't off the table," Selina paused, spinning on her heel to face the driver. "But if you're still wavering, then allow me to throw in an incentive. Tell me, what is it you desire that will let you to walk away a very happy man?"

"Tell you what," Burt scratched his stubbled cheek, showing off his discoloured teeth as he tested the extent of Selina's offer. "I've seen pictures of you in the newspapers, prancin' around the rooftops of Gotham. Me and the boys just couldn't get enough of you, one of 'em has a pin-up of you taped to his locker. I don't think I've ever seen you with the zipper done all the way up, always flashing your cleavage. So, why don't you let me see what you've got under that catsuit?"

"Now we're getting somewhere," Selina gave a throaty laugh and threaded a finger through the loop of her suit's zipper tab, teasing the driver as she tugged at it. "I have to say, I had a sneaking suspicion you to ask me to do this. You've had your cock out from the very beginning of our conversation."

"Shit!" Burt dropped his head and found his engorged member jutting out from the gap in his old black slacks.

"You know, I could just stop at showing you my incredible assets and let you pleasure yourself to the sight of them," Selina suggested, gazing coyly at the throbbing shaft, seeing drops of pre-cum falling to the snowy ground. "But it's been a while since I've had a dose of hot cream."

"If you want some milk, then you're gonna have to earn it!" Burt panted, hardly believing that his luck had taken such a turn for the better.

"Oh, I'll do more than earn it," Selina slid the zipper down fully, sighing as her heavy, pale breasts spilled free. The effect on Burt was immediate, leaving her impressed that he didn't ejaculate then and there, a fate many of the men she had 'negotiated' with in the past had suffered. "There, isn't that better?"

"Much," Burt swallowed, clumsily pumping himself.

Selina swept one foot in front of the other, forcing the latex suit to stretch emphatically around her curves as she approached. She pawed her breasts with her fingers, until her nipples became erect from the slightest stimulation. Getting within proximity of Burt, Selina lowered and came to rest on her knees, just low enough to bring her lips perfectly in line with the quivering shaft. Her green, cat-like eyes met Burt's, not leaving them as she leaned in and planted her lips down upon the crown. Sending her head forth, Selina gobbled up the thick cock in her first attempt, hollowing her cheeks to apply and incredible amount of suction to the throbbing appendage.

"Jesus! I always thought you were an insatiable slut, no respectable woman would dare be seen wearin' a costume like yours outside of an S&M club," Burt swayed on his feet, tossing his head back as Selina worked her magic and slathered his cock with her saliva, not leaving a centimetre untouched by her adept tongue. "I've never met a whore in this city who was half as good at this as you are."

"Who says cat burglars can't be talented at other things?" Selina tossed her head and suckled on the shaft, swallowing the warm fluid that sprayed from it, impressing Burt immensely. Her lips expertly worked his manhood, massaging every inch of it like a true pro. After a short while, Selina extracted Burt's cock and spat onto the shaft, rubbing the extra coating along with her latex glove. "You've already seen my breasts, I think it's time to see whether you think they feel as good as they look."

With Burt sufficiently lubricated, Selina finally elevated herself and dropped the cock in the valley running between her breasts, squeezing them around it until she felt that there was enough friction to proceed. Rising up and down on her knees, Selina rubbed the cock with her perfect mounds, rolling and compressing them, smirking at the ecstatic look on the guard's face as his member disappeared, with only the tip appearing as he slid against Selina's chest rapidly.

Selina expertly teased him, edging him along with her seductive words of encouragement, complimenting him on his size as she let the wonderfully lubricated organ glide against her body, twitching every time she pressed her tits together. Whenever the bulbous head appeared, Selina made sure to flick her tongue over it, wiping away the beads of pre-cum that appeared. She wasn't too concerned when Burt placed a hand on her head, confident that he wouldn't be able to shift her cowl enough to reveal her face.

"Is there a limit to what you can do?" Burt's face tightened, giddy at the sight of Selina's smeared lips and saliva-coated breasts. Countless men dreamed about being in such a position, and Burt didn't take it for granted. He moved his hips at an angle, sliding across the slope of Selina's chest, thrusting away with as much energy as he could.

"None that I've found," Selina answered playfully, reaching between Burt's legs to cup his swinging sack, adding fuel to the fire by kneading and rolling his testicles with her fingers. She kissed his cock and continued to drain her saliva across it, adding enough lubrication to ensure that her breasts her slide smoothly. "It feels like you're close to exploding."

"So close!" Burt spat out, fighting to stay upright as a blinding climax rushed to the surface.

"Would you like to cum over my chest?" Selina offered, nonplussed by the vigorous nod he responded with. She sped up and stimulated every inch of the thick organ, able to feel Burt's testicles expanding within her closed fingers. "Go on then. Give the cat her milk."

"Take it all!" Burt lurched, grunting madly as a wave of sperm spewed from his cock and landed across Selina's neck and breasts, painting them white with every powerful rope that came.

"That's it, don't let one drop go to waste," Selina opened her mouth to catch a few stray jets on her tongue, moaning wantonly as the beads of cum began to roll across her globes. Selina lowered her head and extended her tongue, lapping up the semen pooling in her cleavage. "A little salty, but delicious nonetheless."

"It's been years since I've finished like that," Burt blinked harshly, releasing his member from Selina's fleshy confines.

"I do love feedback on my performance," Selina kissed Burt's cock once more and held out her hand. "But the best is yet to come."

"Huh? Oh yeah," Burt reached for his belt and removed the key from its ring, depositing it on Selina's palm.

"Wonderful. Let's see what prize is behind door number one," Selina jumped to her feet and skipped over to the rear of the truck. She slotted the key into the lock and turned it until she heard the distinct *thunk*, pulling the heavy doors back to reveal the bounty they concealed. "Purrrrfect."