"Stop thief!" A security guard shouted as he rounded a corner just in time to watch a feminine shadow vanish around another corner. He could still hear the muffled footsteps of the burglar so he started running again. He must have been catching up with her. This time he actually saw her white boots and flowing white mane as he turned the corner. He wasn't the only man chasing the felonious feline through the compound. There were at least a dozen others but she'd crossed his path she'd crossed and then he was the on hot on her heels. A troubling notion for the overweight Harold Garvey. If he caught her he didn't really know what to do with her. He knew what he wanted to do to her, the same thing he wanted to do to all of those super types. He wanted to fuck her. "FREEZE!" He shouted again. He didn't expect her to obey but if he was lucky.
There was a tiny flaw in that part of his plan. She had stopped. It wasn't because of him of course. Rather it was because ran down a dead end hallway. She was staring up at an iron grate about as big around as a basketball. Hardly large enough to get her head through and the famous cleavage in her low cut fur lined cat suit wouldn't have a chance. It was a recent renovation after the last time they'd been robbed. "Hm. I remember this being bigger last time." She placed one hand on her shapely hip and turned around. "So handsome, would you mind showing a lady the way out?" She pursed her lips in a mock kiss.
Harold had never seen her up close before. He was a native New Yorker so he'd seen her, and Spiderman, the Ironman before along with many of the villains that plagued the city. It seemed there was always one of them rushing off to stop some wrong doing, or in her case participate in some wrong doing.
Up close she was stunning. Five feet eight inches of impossible perfection poured into skin tight leather that clung to her flawless curves. Full red lips that begged to be kissed and hinted at other talents complimented blue eyes only partially hidden behind a half mask. "Stop."
"Or what?" She started slowly walking towards him. "You can't stop me." She sauntered towards him. Her hips were almost hypnotic. "If it'll make you feel better I can rough you up just a bit so it looks like you tried. I know you're just doing your job." Felicia continued walking towards the breathless guard.
He looked like he was about to pass out. She wasn't sure if it was because he'd chased her probably a quarter mile through the labyrinthine facility or if it was because he was so close to her. She was used to having that effect on men, even heroes were often driven to distraction by her outfit. It was cut low enough in the front to reveal her smooth stomach down to her navel. Her breasts seemed ready to spill out if she even took a really deep breath but the leather usually stayed in place. Usually. "Stop or I'll shoot."
"You wouldn't shoot me would you hun?" She posed slightly raising her leg and at the same time running her fingers through her hair lifting it so would cascade down around her face partially obscuring one of her eyes. "You don't want to put a hole in me." She was on top of him at that point, so close that when she inhaled her breasts brushed against his chest. He could smell her perfume, the faintest scent of vanilla and honey wafted off her magnificent body. "You want to put something in my hole." Harold reached for his baton. Mercifully, or mistakenly Black Cat only put her finger on the end of the club pushing it back down into its holder and twisted herself around him like a dancer. For a brief moment her body was pressed against his. "Maybe next time."
Her back was completely turned to him and she was about to start running again when an electric crackle caught her attention. Unfortunately for the masked beauty her reflexes were slower than the speed of sound. She didn't fare any better against the speed of lightning, over one hundred thousand volts raced through her svelte frame and dropped her to the floor at Harold's feet.
Black Cat was vaguely aware of what was happening around her. A normal human would have been out cold from a jolt like that but she was slightly more than human. Enough that she remembered blurred images of being pulled into a broom closet. She remembered struggling, almost escaping when he wrenched her arms behind her back and cuffed her. Three times. The first set of cuffs was around her wrists, the second was a pair with a longer chain wrapped around her arms just beneath the elbows and the final pair was a pair of thumb cuffs. He'd been equally thorough with her long legs shackling her ankles. She wasn't really sure she would have cried out if she could have but he'd even taken her voice away. What exactly would she say? Help I'm Black Cat. I came to rob your boss. Unfortunately a security guard caught me, tied me up and left me here? Please let me go? A shirt was thrust between her teeth and tied behind her head prevented her from even trying to find the answer to that riddle.
She remembered bits of conversation as well. Nothing she was saying or that was said to her but the conversation was about her. Apparently she had somehow escaped. At least that was what she thought she'd heard. The Black Cat had escaped, she'd gotten away from an Officer Garvey. He'd chased her to fire escape and she'd leapt off it and fired some kind of wire from her wrists swinging away just like Spiderman would have. It was a plausible story. It was even a likely story, much more likely than the truth. The truth was that the legendary cat burglar had been dropped by a rent-a-cop. How believable was that?
The guard hadn't taken any chances either. It seemed like every half hour or so he peaked his head back in and delivered a fresh hundred thousand volts that kept her mind in a fog too thick to really focus on escape if such a thing was plausible. She lost track of how long she was locked in the broom closet. She was starting to think she'd be found by the morning janitor when the door opened and Officer Garvey stood over her with a lecherous grin.
"I figure there are two things I can do here honey." Officer Garvey sneered as he reached into the closet and took a fistful of her white hair and dragged her out of the closet. Her leather outfit squeaked noisily on the floor but he didn't seem to care about the sound. "I can take call the boss, get the boys down here. Tell them that I got the drop on you as you returned to try again. I've worked for the Big Man for sometime. Pretty thing like you, if you're lucky he'll just turn you out. Least he would if you weren't a super type. You he might just shoot. You know him. What do you think he'd do to you if I turned you over to the man who you tried to steel his Jade Cat? The other is that you can let me put something in your holes."
