PLEASE NOTE: This story's fetishes are latex, bubble butts, and teasing (no sex until next chapter). Know what cup of tea you're drinking! ^-^
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Several overweight guards patrolled uselessly below, as if they could possibly protect the diamond chain on display. In reality, the battle for it was taking place overhead. And it wasn't going well. Catwoman smirked and cast a final glance down through the skylight before turning her attention to the two crime fighters who faced her.
Of course, it wasn't exactly the two of them against her, not anymore. Nightwing lay on his back, his cock huge and stiff in his tight leather outfit. His eyes were no longer angry or defiant, but they followed her body worshipfully. Not far from him, Batgirl was her only real opposition. The smaller woman had her hands on her hips and was practically steaming with rage. Given that Catwoman had just snatched her boyfriend out from under her nose, perhaps she had a reason to be upset... but she didn't have what it took to get him back.
"I said, what the hell is going on here?" Batgirl repeated, before jabbing one finger in Catwoman's direction. "Just what are you trying to do?"
"You haven't figured it out?" Catwoman gave an innocent look, made ridiculously lewd by her dynamic body on display. Feeling Nightwing tonguing her asshole earlier had made her incredibly wet, and the lips of her pussy were visible through her tight latex outfit. Her breath was still coming a little quickly, which made her breasts rise and fall, pressing against each other and creating mind-blowing cleavage through the keyhole in her outfit.
"That's it, you shameless whore!" Batgirl dropped into a fighting stance, her anger taking on a new form. "I'm going to take you down. And you!" Her gaze turned toward Nightwing and became even harder. "Don't think I've forgotten about you! You're going to have a lot to answer for once this is over!"
For her part, Catwoman blew Nightwing an exaggerated kiss. "Looks like we're going to heat things up without you. Enjoy the show, lover."
"Stop that, you slut!" Batgirl cried out in rage and rushed across the roof, a wild and reckless assault. Catwoman dodged her fist and tossed her aside. She tried to throw her into the skylight, but the other woman managed to catch herself on the edge and dropped back into a fighting stance.
Now that she had some space, Catwoman walked out to the center of the roof, her hips swaying from side to side. She slowly uncoiled her whip from around her waist, letting the leather band slither over her body. There'd been no need to use it with Nightwing - with men the only weapon she really needed was her fantastic bubble butt covered in latex. But whips could be fun too, and she looked forward to using it.
She hoped she'd actually need it. Some of Poison Ivy's toxins worked on women and others didn't. When Catwoman had applied this one to her outfit, she hadn't given that any thought. Same with the lipstick... maybe Batgirl needed a little kiss to make her more compliant?
She certainly didn't look compliant now. Batgirl attacked her again, this time more carefully. But as she ran forward, Catwoman abruptly shifted from sliding her whip sexily over her hips to lashing it overhead with full force. It cracked like a gunshot and struck Batgirl directly in her stomach. She staggered back and straightened up, but not fast enough.
The next crack of the whip wasn't so hard, just flicking her directly between her breasts. Batgirl yelped and her tits jiggled in her outfit before she clutched her arms to her chest. They didn't jiggle as much as Catwoman's would have, though - she could see that Nightwing was still staring at her chest, barely even watching Batgirl.
Well, might as well give him a show. Catwoman lashed out with her whip in an even more exaggerated motion, her breasts flowing across her chest. Batgirl tried to defend her breasts again, but this time the whip coiled around her ankle and with one swift motion, Catwoman tugged her off her feet. She hit the roof hard and began to struggle to rise, but before she could get up Catwoman stepped on her, one long heel digging into her neck.
"Why don't you just stay down,
girl
." Catwoman smirked down at the fallen heroine before shooting a glance at Nightwing over her shoulder. "And you are just a girl, you know. You may have a few curves, but you don't call yourself a woman because you know you're really not. Whereas I don't need to call myself Cat
woman
for anyone to know, do I? Could there be any doubt?"
Catwoman slapped her own ass with her whip, sending it jiggling deliciously even in her tight outfit. She heard Nightwing's breath catch and smirked back at him.
"Not much of a comparison, is there? Your little boyfriend is looking at me now, Batgirl. He can see I'm better than you. I have bigger tits, I have a smaller waist, I have better hips. I definitely have the better outfit." Catwoman pushed her heel a little harder into Batgirl's neck. "Look at him staring, girl. Has he ever stared at you that way? All he needed was a good look at my body and he became like this, practically drooling for a chance at me. And I'll actually reward him, girl, in a way you never could."
Batgirl started to say something, but Catwoman pushed a little harder to cut her off. Over her shoulder, she saw that Nightwing was desperately rubbing his massive cock through the leather of his outfit. She hadn't ordered him to, but he looked so eager she couldn't feel bad. Catwoman gave a little laugh and put a finger to her lips.
"You want to put that big thing in me, don't you? That's what this hole is for, you know." Catwoman shifted to put her heel on Batgirl's back instead of her neck, turning to face Nightwing. She slid her fingers between her breasts, which were so pressed by her outfit that they hugged her fingers tightly. "You want to slide that huge cock between my tits? Maybe you'll get a chance later."
After another saucy smirk downward, Catwoman slid the handle of her whip between her breasts and let it stay there, showing off just how fantastically high her tits were. She pushed it up and down a few times and saw Nightwing's eyes widen. The handle was sadly thin and just cool leather, but she enjoyed watching his hands scrabble at his cock, desperate for release.
"But I think you want this more, don't you?"
Catwoman spun around and shoved her ass in his direction. She heard him groan, but he hadn't come yet. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet, but she was getting off on taunting him just a little longer before satisfying herself.
"After seeing this, can you even fantasize about any other ass?" Catwoman shifted her foot to Batgirl's ass. Her heel poked into the rounded curve, but it was nothing like an amazing bubble butt that Catwoman knew she had. From the way Nightwing was staring at her and panting, it was obvious that he knew it too. When she was done, everyone would know it.
Wiggling her ass even more, Catwoman gave it a few slaps, the latex of her gloves resounding off the latex stretched tightly over her ass. She could imagine it being his hand bouncing off her ass and knew that he had to be imagining it too. "I know you wish these were your hands," Catwoman purred. "I know you'd do anything to get your hands on this bubble butt of mine. There's only one thing I don't know... are you imagining shoving that huge rod into my pussy or my ass?"
