Cat's Cradle 2

The bitch’s name was Vicki Vale. She was the end of a long, profitable weekend. Selina had fucked Dick morning, noon, and night. Evenings as well. His young, well-trained body was eagerly put to the test and succeeded again and again. And when he wasn’t indulging her, he was indulging her whims. A pair of nipple rings, a tattoo with her name, and, of course, plenty of larceny. She’d shown him how to crack safes, disable alarms. They’d gone on dates casing museums, auction houses, banks. He was a prodigy, his training with Batman making him the perfect choice to break bad. But she thought he enjoyed her incentives much more. Letting him fuck her in a restroom stall when he correctly memorized guards’ patrols, or eat her pussy in the car when he could draw the layout of a target from memory. She’d always tended to be a solo act, but this arrangement she could definitely get used to. And why not? Sure, she’d given Dick a little push to let her corrupt him, but was that any worse than what Bruce had gone, taken a traumatized, vulnerable boy and compelled him into his army? Their little relationship seemed much better than the codependent, emotionally fraught thing Dick had with Bruce. At least her way, his ten-inch cock saw some proper use. It was a shameful waste, having that boy in a Batsuit chastity belt. The Vicki Vale thing was just fun. Selina had always resented the bitch, being Bruce’s cover story girlfriend because she was career-minded enough to see the doors being on Bruce’s arm would open for her. Even if he was never with her on any carpet that wasn’t red. Probably hadn’t even fucked her. So Selina hacked her phone. She found that Vicki was at a nightclub in Paxton Hill, slumming it slightly, and she set Dick out on the sweet little chopper she’d had him steal. It always got her wet, seeing him straddling that thing. She’d listened in on a nice little bug he’d carried. Dick had sat down beside Vicki at the bar, the stubble of his few days with Selina making him that much more irresistible, and bought her a drink. Dick’s dress and demeanor was such that Vicki didn’t even recognize him. The idea that this sleazy pussy hound could be related to clean-shaven preppie Dick Grayson was as ridiculous as thinking Clark Kent was the Flash or something. She told him he had a boyfriend. “Bruce Wayne, maybe you’ve heard of him.” At Selina’s urging in his ear, he told her that was fine, he was just a fan of her reporting. Unprompted, he started in with some questions about her last expose. Back in her apartment, lounging in a hot bath, Selina smiled to herself. Of course, Dick was well read too. But what was the point if he couldn’t use it to get bitches into bed? Vicki was journalist enough to pick up on the conversation. A lot of what he was asking about had been in the first draft of her article, but had had to be cut out for space and editorial reasons. Almost all of what she’d written had had a half-dozen sources, but some had only had one or two, so even though it fit with the larger narrative and Vicki’s instincts said the suppositions were accurate, the Gotham Gazette couldn’t print them without opening themselves up to a lawsuit. Dick smiled, nodded, made jokes, his eyes dashing over Vicki’s body like a archaeologist’s brush, slowly brushing off her dress and underwear, building a picture in his mind of her naked form. It was subtle enough not to be obnoxious, but Vicki knew he was doing it. A woman always knew, especially with Dick dressed the way he was. There was just a bit of sleaziness to the way he talked, the leather jacket he wore over more casual wear, the disheveled hair rippling over his scalp. As they continued to talk, he picked up the olive from Vicki’s martini. Ate it. She stumbled over her words, watching him chew, and from then on, he held the toothpick in his teeth, drawing attention to his lips, his strong jaw. He asked what story Vicki was on now, listened intently to her inarticulately go over it. Her answers to Dick’s previous questions had been clear, concise, but now she was distracted, repeating herself, having to correct things she’d just said. Especially when Dick started touching her. His hand on hers on the bar. When he ordered a new drink, reached for his glass, his body shifted so it brushed against hers. His intention was obvious, aggressive. Finally, he leaned over to Vicki, cupping her chin, his callused thumb rubbing at her lips, making her open them, accept his leaning into her. The toothpick in his mouth clicked over her teeth as he paused inches from her face. Closed her mouth with his fingers. Pulled away, the toothpick now between her lips. His hand fell below the bar, to her thigh. He rubbed at her knee. Her thigh. “I’m leaving,” he said, tossing a roll of bills on the bar that would’ve supplied Dickie Cassidy’s chop shop for a month if he hadn’t pulled it from the guy’s safe. “Come with me?” It was only barely a question. She nearly got off just riding the hog, its engine throbbing dangerously between her legs, her arms under Dick’s jacket, hands splayed across his lean chest. He drove her back to Selina’s apartment. Selina had already turned down the lights. He’d barely turned off the cycle’s engine before he picked Vicki up, slinging her over his shoulder. She protested laughingly, beating her fists at his body and crying his name, but he heedlessly carried her through the lobby. In the elevator, he thrust her against the backwall. Punched in the floor without looking, his eyes skewering Vicki, entering her as intimately as a finger. He advanced on her. She surrendered. His kiss was as rough, as invasive, as a fuck. He hoisted Vicki up onto the handrail, pushed her dress up, grabbed her cunt and grinded the heel of his hand into it. Selina watched it all on the smartphone she had tied into the elevator’s camera. The elevator stopped three floors before Selina’s. A mother holding her baby stood in the doorway. Dick didn’t look away from Vicki’s eyes. “Fuck off,” he said curtly, and slid his fingers into Vicki’s cunt. Vicki came for the first time as the doors closed again. They continued on their way. Dick took his hand away from her slot. Licked his fingers dry. At Selina’s apartment, he marched her inside, virtually strong-armed her, his hand on her shoulder, pushing her forward, forward, not even turning any lights on, pushing her into the bedroom and down onto the bed, no time to think, he was on top of her, not even giving her time to turn over, kissing her, holding her tight, his body hot and hard against hers, his hand rough on her breast, exciting. Vicki felt like she was burning up. He reached under her dress, grabbed her panties, yanked them upward so the crotch pulled against her cunt. She felt like she was swelling there, melting, burning, all at once. He bruised her lips with another kiss. She reached back, felt his knee, slid her hand higher, feeling his thigh’s hardness, went higher, felt a hard, heavy ridge underneath the fabric of his pantleg. The thought of what she was feeling made her tremble. It wasn’t entirely fear. “You like feeling it?” Dick asked her, his hot breath prickling at her neck, the smell of the beer he’d consumed acrid in her nostrils. She nodded. It was difficult to breathe. “How’d you like to suck it?” he demanded of her. He put his hand on her back and pushed off her, shoving her down against the mattress as he lifted himself up. Then he was standing next to the bed and she could see his erection, a thick band pulsating down the leg of his trousers. She knew immediately what he wanted. Even if she hadn’t, she could’ve looked at the grin splitting his face and figured it out. Vicki fumbled with the zipper on his trousers, her hands as clumsy as her tongue had been earlier in the evening. She got it open, hauled his cock out for her wet lips to touch, take into her mouth, suck. She showed no shame, no decorum. Moved her hand to his balls and caressed them as she slurped. Selina came out then. Her kimono kept her warm after the bath; covering her flesh was a secondary concern after that. She slunk up to Dick, Vicki gagging as his cock suddenly got bigger and harder in her mouth. She kissed him. She stripped his jacket off, leaving him clad in a battleship-gray shirt that clung to his muscular torso like rainwater. She ran her hands over it. Down to his crotch. Down to Vicki Vale’s head, which she gently pulled away from his cock. “You’re sucking him real well,” Selina told her. “Now let’s see how you do me.” “Who the fuck are you?” Vicki asked, vaguely recognizing Selina but not able to place her in this sudden context. “Just think of me as his manager,” Selina said. “Now, if you want his cock anywhere but my cunt tonight, suck.” She drew her robe away from her groin. Vicki saw how wet she was. How beautiful she was, even her sex. “And if I do that, then he’ll fuck me?” “No,” Selina said with a smile. “He’ll fuck you while you do that.” Just like that, Selina was using one of the sexiest women in Gotham as her cunt cleaner. Vicki’s cocksucker lips now sent little electric shivers all through Selina, the cat grabbing Vicki’s head and really pulling Vicki into her cunt. “I think she likes it,” Dick said, laughing. Selina gave him a shove and he climbed onto the bed, taking up position behind Vicki. Selina kept running her fingers through Vicki’s hair as the reporter started to enjoy what she was doing, or at least what she was making Dick do to her. Selina could feel Vicki’s tongue everywhere in her cunt. For a straight girl, she was a lot wilder than Harley had been. Selina gripped the back of Vicki’s head a little tighter, the girl’s tongue boring deeper into Selina, repeatedly swallowing Selina’s juices just as her cunt swallowed Dick’s manhood, her eager gulps broken with gasps of pleasure as Dick drove in and out of her pliant flesh. “I’m not a lesbian,” Vicki said afterward. “Of course you’re not,” Selina replied. “You’re a whore.” She left, shame blooming as the pleasure faded. Selina laughed. She could just imagine Vicki facing Bruce now. “I think that was even hotter than we are on our lonesome,” she told Dick as he curled up against her, a lap cat. “And you’d think an ugly bitch like Vicki would downgrade our hotness.” Dick sucked on her nipple as she spoke, looking up at her cockily, eyes telling her he wasn’t surprised at all that his fucking was hot, no matter who else was present. Selina laughed. Bopped his head to make him suckle at her other breast. “You’re a total stud, but you’re still my boytoy. No matter how you fuck and suck, you can only be so much of a stud when I’m in control. But with someone else, you can be the bitch-pleasing fucker God meant you to be. Why else would He give you a prick like that?” Another touch of her hand through his ruffled hair. He dropped down to lick at her cunt. “We have to find you some other pussy for you to please. And I think I know just who.” She patted him on the head which was doing some excellent work. “No cumming tonight, Dick. I need you with full reserves for our new friend. You don’t mind just eating me out, do you?” “Of course not, Selina, so long as you come for me. Hard.” “Oh, I think I can guarantee that.” *** “I don’t wanna play with you anymore!” Harley replied when Selina offered. “You play too rough!” “Oh, come on, Harley, I didn’t do anything the Joker doesn’t do when he’s in a good mood.” “Mistah J’s always in a good mood!” Harley protested. “And I was up on that roof for six hours before I got loose of those damn handcuffs! You could’ve left me a lockpick! And it was cold up there! And I wear skintight spandex!” “Aww, poor baby.” Somewhat sarcastically, Selina pulled Harley into a hug. Harley was so starved for affection, she couldn’t resist returning it. “That’s why I want to make it up to you. You know how big a feminist I am. Us girls have to stick together, support each other, empower ourselves. I just couldn’t enjoy riding Nightwing’s cock if I didn’t share it with you.” Harley sniffled. “You mean that?” “Absolutely, Harl. Picture it. You go up to the Joker, next time he escapes from Arkham, and tell him how you personally had a hand in corrupting the Bat’s little sidekick. Won’t he be proud of you? Maybe he’ll even be a little… turned on.”