"I'm a serious reporter, Perry! Give me something serious to do! Not this... bubblehead stuff!"
Lois Lane could hear Perry hemming and hawing around her complaints on the other end of her cell phone. Usually, her salt-and-pepper haired editor in chief was right on the ball. This time, she could see right through him. He ran through one poor excuse after another like a machine listing basic instructions. It would look good for the Daily Planet to send someone of her caliber. She needed to add some variety to her repertoire, and she might find she really likes it. The world needed lighter fluff pieces to deal with unrelenting gloom and misery, and only her pen had the ability to do it justice. Perry stammered through that gloom and misery bit twice. He wasn't even trying to tell a convincing lie, as if he knew she'd do it anyway.
As much as she hated to admit it, Perry was right about her willingness to take one for the team. It was why she took the last second flight when it came across her desk, along with the wardrobe prepared for her. She stood at the entrance of an auditorium with a designer bag slung over her shoulder. With made up hair, immaculate makeup with darker lips and eyeliner, and a showy gold and white dress, she felt less like a fashion show attendee and more like a high-priced hooker. Only her frustration with Perry sticking her with this gig kept her from feeling self-conscious when guys ogled her braless sideboob.
A beep into her ear signaled an incoming call. "I've got someone else on the line. This conversation isn't over, Perry."
Lois sighed and switched to the other caller. "Lois Lane speaking."
"Lois? It's Vicki Vale. Where are you?"
Lois rolled her eyes and grimaced when a woman wearing a sheer dress no doubt designed to show more when exposed to camera bulb flashes walked past her. "You don't want to know."
There was a short pause on the other end. "I need your help. Catwoman got herself arrested, but everything about it sounds fishy. I can't get onto the crime scene, the police won't release anything or let me talk to her, it's dead end after dead end."
"There's always something to go on. Check witness statements with what she might steal, that might give you a clue.
"Great! I knew I could count on you." Another pause left dead air for several seconds, and Lois wondering whether she lost the signal. Eventually, Vicki added, "Umm... Lois, why do I see news stories about you accepting a Lifetime Achievement Award for-"
A loud clack came from the auditorium doors. "Sorry, can't talk, they're opening up. I'll get in touch with you after the show."
***
"I, like, totally wanna get loose!" Selina Kyle chirped.
"Don't worry babe," Detective Fanelli said, "I'll bet you're plenty loose already."
Catwoman giggled and hated the vibrations it made in her throat while the two detectives came around the table. Riley flopped his whole dick out right in front of her, but all she could do was look up and down between it and the man's face with a growing grin fit for a dumbass.
"Looks like this kitten's already in heat," Fanelli said from behind, roughly manhandling her exposed tits for effect."
"Teehee, this pussy totally likes getting wet!"
Catwoman would've groaned in agony at the cheap pornographic words she spewed. She didn't know whether to love or hate having her mouth kept shut when Riley pressed his tip against her lips.
No wait, that quickly changed when the detective shoved his whole hard cock in her mouth. She hated it. It tasted about as oily, filthy and salty as she expected, and she started out gagging from it ramming against the back of her throat before she pulled back and started sucking.
"What the fuck?" Riley struggled not to shout.
Despite her dislike for the act, Selina Kyle knew perfectly well how to suck cock. The bimbo version of her, on the other hand, sat there with her eyes closed and her head completely rigid while she literally sucked on the veiny shaft. The suction clamped tightly into a ring around his bulb. More pressure, more pressure, trying to drain it like a big straw until Riley had enough and pulled out to an audible pop.
"She can't be this stupid, no horny slut doesn't know how to suck it. She has to be fucking with us," Riley surmised.
"I don't know, maybe it's these puppies she uses to get off the hook when she sticks her ass out where it doesn't belong." Fanelli gave her tits a firm squeeze. Pawing them for all he could, his fingers went up to pinch on her juicy nipples.
"Ahaha, weee! Wee! It's playtime for my big fake kitty titties!" Her body clearly had a mind of its own, and the second Fanelli hit her sweet spot, she stood up as best she could, kicked the chair away and started grinding her ass against his crotch.
"That's more like it. Maybe Catslut needed a little incentive, eh?" Digging into his pocket, Riley took out two little props. The first: a little cat bell, which he wasted no time in clipping on Catwoman's collar and flicking for effect. The second: a ball of yarn, which he placed right between Catwoman's claws. "Next up, a little man milk for the kitty."
Selina was insulted, humiliated, and utterly disgusted by this brazen display of mockery. She wanted to undo the cuffs, rip the bell off and kick their asses with a few rakes of her nails. Instead, her cheeks turned red as the corners of her lips pushed against them, and her eyes lit up while her hands batted the ball of yarn around like it was the best present she could ask for.
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