MF. Slight mc.

Disclaimer: If you are under the age of 18 and/or do not appreciate graphic descriptions of consensual sex, please read no further. This is a parody. Catwoman and Batman are trademarks of DC Comics and Time Warner. This work means in no way to deny the rights of those companies, nor was it written for profit. They are used here without permission.

This is a one-shot story about Catwoman, with the potential for further stories. This is based on the Jim Balent-era Catwoman, with that great purple outfit. Damn, I miss her...

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Catwoman slipped easily through the motion detection lasers, her body moving with the grace and precision of an Olympic gymnast. The air duct she was crawling through was tiny, allowing for very little in the way of wiggle room, but she managed easily enough.

This was a fairly standard job. Corporation A, utilizing a code-named employee who didn't wish to volunteer his real name nor the name of his company, wanted her to break into Corporation B's research labs and steal some new, high-tech McGuffin. One million had already been wired into her account, with another million to follow after the job was done. 

It was fairly tedious work. No fancy tombs to be raided, no power reactors to blow up, no ninjas to fight, but it paid the bills and it offered very little in the way of danger. Too bad that the danger was always what proved to be the most exciting part of her job. Without danger, there was no chance of getting caught, and if there was no chance of getting caught, there was no chance of running into Batman. Catwoman sighed silently to herself as she continued snaking her way through the claustrophobic shaft.

Batman. If ever there was a guy that was hard to crack, it was him. She tried to reason that she only wanted him because she couldn't have him. But she knew it was more than that.

She'd lost count of the nights she'd spent in the dark, alone and touching herself, trying to drive out the desire. It was no good, however. It always left her hornier than when she'd started, and more in lust. Of course, she wouldn't lower herself to go pick up any guy off the street. If she couldn't have Batman, she didn't want anyone else to take his place. If she couldn't work it out herself, then she just wouldn't work it out.

After thirty minutes of crawling she made it to the vent junction that she had been aiming for. She took the northeast vent and crawled for another fifty yards. There was the grate. She flicked her gloved hand and her steel cat's claws snapped out from her fingertips. She unscrewed the grate in record time, pulling it into the vent before she slid out and dropped silently to the floor.

She swept her wavy black hair from her emerald eyes and surveyed the room. It was the right one; she'd memorized the blueprints well. She was made uncomfortable by the fact that the fluorescent lights were on. She preferred jobs that left her secreted in shadows. But no matter.

She had twenty seconds to get to the keypad and tap in the code she'd bought for twenty K from the security guard. If it didn't work she was going to have to make a very quick exit from this place. Stonegate prison was a whole hell of a lot harder to break out of than any lab.

She found the keypad by the door and tapped in the four-digit code. A flashing red light on the console became a steady green one, and she knew the lab was hers. Looking around, she took in the details of the room. It was like a hospital in how sterile it was; desks were lined up against the walls, each with half a dozen computers on them. On the fourth wall there was a large plastic window. Looking through it, she spotted her prize. It was a long, thin vial kept beneath a small glass dome, atop a metal podium.

'Eat your heart out, 007.' She thought to herself. She punched the same code as before into the clean room's security pad and walked in. The way she approached the podium was Indiana Jones-like in the reverence she offered her prize, and she smirked at it.

She'd hacked into the security system before arriving at the research centre. The keypads ran on a separate line, which had necessitated her buying of the code, but the cameras and clean room sensors had been easy to get into, even for a novice hacker such as herself. By all estimations, she should just be able to pry open the glass dome and swipe the vial. She was still nervous, though. There was no real way of telling if her hacking attempts had been successful.

Steeling her nerves, she swept the glass lid away and grabbed the test tube. No alarms sounded, no lights flashed. She let out a calm breath, placed the lid back on the podium and turned to leave. Her heart almost stopped as she saw for the first time the figure standing in the doorway.

"Where do you think you're going with that?" He asked.

"To my buyer," she said. "You going to try to stop me?"

He wore a white lab coat, with a loosened tie and an unironed, untucked shirt. His black pants led to a pair of beat-up old sneakers. His hair was unkempt, his face unshaved, and the glasses he wore glinted in the lab's harsh light. He had a sort-of geeky guy from 'Stargate' appeal to him, and the fact that he seemed unafraid of her made him all the more appealing, but she brushed all that aside. At the moment he was in her way, and she couldn't allow anyone to be in her way.

"Do you have any idea what you're holding there?" He asked, ignoring her threat.

"Nope. You going to tell me, Dr...?"

"Dr. Preston McGregor. And you, I assume, are Catwoman."

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As always, Preston had been working late. After all the other research staff had taken off for the night he remained, diligently working away at his computer. There was still data that needed processing, still variables that needed analysis. The feedback they'd been getting back from the drug trials had been overwhelmingly positive so far, but there was still numbers that Preston wanted to crunch. So, as always, he'd locked himself away in the lab.

At two AM he'd found himself starving and bleary-eyed. Leaving the lights on but arming the security precautions, he'd gone off to get coffee and a sandwich from the vending machines in the hall. When he'd returned, it had been to a stunning sight that had made him drop his plastic sandwich container and his Styrofoam cup.

Catwoman. Catwoman here in the lab. His heart had started pounding in a second, a fine coat of sweat growing on his skin. There she was with her dark, wavy hair spilling out down her curved back, her large breasts jutting out proudly, her arms and legs in those long, black gloves and boots. And that suit. That skin-tight purple bodysuit that shone slickly in the light.

Then he'd realized what she was going, why she was here, and any kind of attraction he was feeling was replaced with anger. How dare she? How dare she come in here and try to steal his work?

He paced over to the lab door and opened it, standing moodily in the doorframe. When she turned and looked at him, catching him with those glinting green eyes that promised something so dangerous, he felt his insides quiver again. But he pushed this feeling down, suppressed it, and slid on a mask of stony solidity. For her part, she was taking the fact that she'd been caught red-handed pretty cool.

"Where do you think you're going with that?" He asked.

"To my buyer," she said, not skipping a beat. "You going to try to stop me?"

He liked her tenacity, he had to admit that to himself. And the way she looked...the male in him wanted to let her go, wanted to do anything to please her. But the scientist won out, as always, and he stood rigidly in the doorway, blocking her only escape. 

"Do you have any idea what you're holding there?" He asked, ignoring her threat.

"Nope. You going to tell me, Dr...?"

"Dr. Preston McGregor. And you, I assume, are Catwoman."

"You assume correctly. Fancy name, by the way. Sounds like a Bond villain." She said, starting a slow walk towards him. It was obvious she was sizing him up, working out a way to take him down without breaking the vial in her hand.

"It's an aphrodisiac," he said, ignoring her. If he could buy some time, he could work out what to do without getting his ass handed to him. "Worth billions."

"An aphrodisiac?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. "How the hell is that 'worth billions'?"

"You've heard of Viagra, I'm guessing."

"I've seen Leno. He has an entire shtick based around it." She answered snidely, still walking in that slow, predatory way.

"This'll put Viagra out of business. It's based on research we've conducted about the nature of pheromones. It'll be bottled as an inhalant, so anyone with an operating set of lungs will be able to take it. It's five hundred times more effective than Viagra, with no recorded side effects. It costs less to produce, and its effective for both sexes, male and female."

"Wow, that's incredible," she said with a facetious tone and a shrug of the shoulders. "Now why are you telling me all of this?"

"You take that out this door, it goes to what I'm guessing will be Faiszer, the makers of Viagra. They put it on the market before we do and I'm out of a job. So you'd be doing me a big, big favour if you were to just put it back in its place, turn around and leave. I won't even call the cops."

"Wait a minute," she said, holding up a hand. "You're telling me I've been hired by the bozos that make Viagra?" She said incredulously.

"Uh huh." Preston replied.

"To steal a hard-on drug?"

"Well, that's ignoring its dual effects on women, but basically? Yeah, pretty much."

Catwoman raised the vial to her face and looked at its contents. It was nothing more than a transparent liquid, like water.

"What's it called?"

"The Eros formula," he said, not noticing how his chest stuck out with pride. "I invented it, actually."

"Well, goody for you. Look...Preston, right?" She asked. He nodded. "Pres, I don't want to be a bitch or anything; but I am. And I'm sorry you're going to lose your job. Kind of. But this little vial of hard-on is worth two million---wait. You said billions?"

"Billions." He said, nodding again.

"Well, it's worth whatever amount I end up ransoming it for. So thanks for the tip, but I'm sorry. I'm going to have to go through you now."

"You can try." He said. She chuckled.

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious. I didn't spend the last three years of my life working on that thing for you to saunter in here and steal it out from under me."

"Hey, pal, I don't saunter," she said. "I sashay."

The second the words had left her mouth she was spiralling down, taking out his feet from beneath him with a round-house kick. She was moving to stand, moving to get out, even as he came crashing into her, pushing her down. She cursed herself for fouling up her attack as they fell in a mess to the lab floor.

"The vial!" She heard him cry out, and watched in horror as the test tube went flying from her hand. It spun up into the air over their heads as they landed clumsily on the ground. They watched it as it twirled higher and higher, peaked, then came dropping down like an angel expelled from the skies.

They both made to grab it as it fell, both of them working against one another as they scrambled for it. When it landed on the laboratory floor, it was with the sound of shattering glass.

The effect was instantaneous. Selina could feel the hard-on pressing against her thigh, the sensation of it making her close her eyes and leaving her wet between the legs. She slowly bit down on her lower lip as she tried to contain the groan that was clawing its way out of her throat.

For his part, Preston was taken aback by how powerful the drug was. Certainly, he was attracted to Catwoman, but up until this moment it hadn't caused any major physical repercussions. Now he was desperately trying not to grind his erect cock against her leg as he eyed her quickly hardening nipples, the small nubs quite evident against the purple of her costume.

"Five hundred times more effective, you said?" She asked in a breathless voice.

"Uh huh." He murmured.

"On both men and women?" She traced a hand along her body. He watched her greedily as she followed her curves down to her crotch, touching it hesitantly.

"Uh huh."

"You bastard," she murmured huskily. "I fucking want you."

And with that she climbed on top of him, grabbing him by the back of his head as they embraced in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues worked against one another as their bodies rocked and swayed, caught up in the motion of their arousal.

They stayed there a long while, kissing each other with starved passion, indulging themselves in the pleasurable shockwaves it sent through the both of them to rock and grind against one another. Preston jumped when he saw Catwoman raise her hand in the air and flick her wrist, leaving five razor-sharp claws to come striking out from the fingertips of her glove. Worry began to press through his lust-filled brain, worry that she was going to attack him.

Instead, she used the claws to cut away the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest. She ran her hot, wet tongue up along the length of his bared flesh, opening her mouth and suckling at his chest. He leaned his head back and groaned, stroking a hand through her jet-black hair.

Her hand made its way over his quivering stomach, touching tentatively at first his crotch, then grabbing it and stroking it as she found how aroused he was. She began fumbling with his belt and undoing his fly, cursing under her breath that he wasn't already naked.

Selina was desperate. She was shaking with the need to cum. Her pulse was speeding beneath her skin, her heart was throbbing. She was sure this punk had made her drop the vial on purpose, sure that he'd been planning this, but she didn't care. All she knew was that now she wanted him, every inch of him, and she was going to get it all.

She whipped his belt off with a violent tug, and pulled his pants down just as urgently. He wore a pair of black underwear that was quickly torn off with the help of her claws. His manhood bobbed up, exposed, and she groaned under her breath at the sight of it. A terrible shiver of excitement ran through her, her loins growing even more moist.

Preston watched with agonized anticipation. He couldn't stand the wait, the need. She was studying his nakedness with a lusty awe that made him both incredibly self-conscious and incredibly aroused. He knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, however, and he was far, far too horny now to be reserved. He pushed his crotch up at her proudly, achingly.

She started by using her hands. She stroked the length of him with her fingertips, getting a feel for him, before she circled her hand around him and began running it up and down. Slowly at first, watching his eyes, then gaining in speed, jerking her hand up, down, up, down.

She leaned in quickly, hungrily, and took a slurping lick of the underside of his cock. He grunted at this, closing his eyes, before she brushed the bulging head with her lips. She began tracing the hole with the very tip of her tongue, delicately, making him squirm, before she opened her mouth and started running her lips down along him.

He let out a long, loud groan as he felt her slowly draw him into her mouth. She smirked around the cock she was swallowing, her hand still jerking the base of it; she loved this, she loved the reactions she was getting. It felt so good. After being alone for so long, Selina had almost forgotten what it was like to make a man squirm. 

Her cheeks hollowed as she began sucking on him, her tongue running over the bulging head of his shaft. Her mouth drifted lower, swallowing more of him, swallowing his shaft, as her hand all the while kept up its ministrations.

She moaned low and throaty around him, her eyes drifting closed. Beneath her latex costume, her slit was sizzling with its warmth and wetness. She needed to touch it. Her free hand drifted to her crotch, rubbing at it, making her groan.

But it wasn't enough. In frustration, Selina snapped out her claws again, using them quickly and expertly to cut away the mid-section of her costume. Her tanned flesh was left exposed, and desperately she pulled down her now torn pants.

Preston opened his eyes long enough to catch a view of her in the reflection of the stainless steel cabinet. Her pussy was glistening with how wet it was, a driplet of liquid tracing the inner curve of her thigh. She kept herself in immaculate condition, professionally bikini-waxed so that the only pubic hair she had was a small, triangular patch just above her slit.

No sooner had it been exposed than Catwoman was at it, rubbing herself with her fingers, teasing herself by brushing her clit and ever so slightly dipping in and out of her folds. She let out a choked groan around Preston's cock, before her obvious arousal overtook her and she started in on him in earnest. She began bobbing her head, running her sucking, tongue-lashing mouth up and down the length of him. He cried out in intense pleasure as she did so.

Her rhythm increased to a feverish pace, her hand jerking him off into her sucking mouth, her lips running up and down the length of him as she coated his cock in her saliva. It was just as Preston felt he couldn't hold on any longer, that he was going to explode, that she stopped, pulling her mouth away from him and leaving a strand of thick saliva to hang from her bottom lip to the tip of his member.

Catwoman let out an intense cry as she sank two fingers into her now spasming cunt, before she returned her attention to Preston. She watched with a smirk and an arched eyebrow as a bead of pre-cum oozed from him and ran down along his quivering shaft. She started her stroking of him again as she treated his cock like a lollypop, tonguing it all over, swallowing the small line of semen that had trickled from him.

He watched as she kneeled there before him, using her hands to get the both of them off. He closed his eyes and shook his head; he couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe Catwoman, the infamous femme fatale cat burglar, was on her knees fingering herself as she sucked his cock. It was just too good to be true.

Her tongue wrapped around and around the head of his shaft, as she started to whisper.

"I want your cum on my tongue, Preston, in my mouth. I want to swallow it. You think you can do that for me?" Her hand began to pump him in earnest, and he could feel the orgasm bubbling up from his balls. As if she could sense this, she lowered her mouth to them. She kissed and nuzzled them at first, before opening her mouth and suckling on the hairy sack.

"I can do that." He muttered. His brow was sweating profusely and his breath was labouring to get out of his chest.

She sucked wildly at his balls, first one and then the other, as her hand kept speedily working his slick shaft. He saw in the cabinet's reflection how madly she was fingering herself, stopping every now and then to rub her thumb hard into her clit.

Her lips once more found the head of his member, and the room became full with the lewd, popping, sucking sounds she made as she worked on it, dipping her head now and then to lick and suck on more of him, all the while her hand pulsing up and down him.

Preston's teeth clenched. The hairs on the back of his neck stood to full attention. His toes curled as he kicked his legs, his skin tingling all over. Her cried out loud and high as he began to cum, his hot liquid shooting up from deep inside him and spurting from the head, right into Catwoman's waiting, sucking mouth.

She murmured and mumbled her approval as she swallowed him down, jerking him off into her mouth as her tongue ran all over his exploding cock. He continued to roar at his release, never having felt anything like it before. He wondered, in an electrical daze, whether it was the formula or simply Catwoman that had made him feel this way. He knew it was both.


He spurted and spurted onto her tongue, into her throat. She popped him from her mouth at just the right moment to catch the last of his load on her lips. She giggled as she felt the cum spray on her lips, her hand milking him for the last of it.

He looked down at her. The sight of his white cum on her purple lipstick sent a shiver of hot pleasure through him, before he dropped his head back onto the hard lab floor and let out a spent breath.

Selina licked at her lips like a cat at its milk bowl. She cleaned herself up before she attended to him, holding him firmly as she ran her tongue all over his shaft, licking up any stray dabs of his semen.

"Mmmm...that was good," she said between licks, her hand still stroking him. "But this is going to be great."

She climbed up from between his legs, pulling away the remnants of her costume from around her thighs. She moved up along his body quickly. It was within seconds that Preston found her thighs on either side of his head, with her dripping cunt just inches from his face.

"Make me fucking cum." She said, before pressing her crotch down onto his mouth. She laughed quietly to herself as she heard his muffled moans. 

He began by licking at her inner thighs, glazing his tongue over her flesh and making her tremble in need. He lapped at her, so painfully close to where she really wanted his tongue, but not close enough. The little bastard was teasing her, making her twitch!

She ground her crotch harder into his face, making him take it. She let out a scream as she felt him lick up along the length of her slit, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her nipples, still trapped beneath the purple of her costume, hardened even more at the sensation, her hands seeking them out to pinch and rub at them.

"Lick me," she said with a husky breath. "Lick me out. Make me cum."

Preston traced the folds of Catwoman's snatch, licking up the details of her flesh and teasing her with the need for him to do more. Using the thick of his tongue, he lapped at her mound in its entirety, making her squirm atop him. As he did that, he brought his hands up.

With one he grabbed her ass, squeezing it firmly, pushing her further onto his face. He brought the other around to teasingly graze her clit, nudging at the hard little nub with his fingertips.

All the way she sat atop him, unable to keep her body from writhing with the pleasure he was bringing her. Her eyes fluttered close and her lips parted as she felt him use his fingers to open her, before taking a delving lick into her. She swore under her breath as she pushed down, relishing the feeling of his tongue.

She was truly soaking now, her juices running down the length of her inner thigh, coating Preston's lips and chin. He wanted to explore her, to know her. He pressed a finger up against her slit and slowly started pushing it into her. Catwoman gasped, before sharply inhaling.

She was so soft. So wet. So tight. So hot. Preston trembled at the feeling of her. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her goddamn villainess brains out. He wanted to cum in her again and again.

Desperately, he pushed another finger into her, her hips slowly gyrating as he pushed the two digits in and out of her. She was breathing heavily, her hands pulling, groping and pinching her enormous breasts.

As he pushed his fingers as deep into her as he could, he began lashing at her clit with his tongue. Just a little at first, just with the end of his tongue, before going all out on her. She cried out again and again, pushing up and down on his face, on his fingers.

He parted his lips and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her cries transformed into screams and panting,

"Oh fuck!" She screamed. "Oh, fuck! That's it! That's it! Lick me! Suck my clit! Make me fucking CUM!"

In the back of his mind, Preston worried that security might hear them, but he knew the lab walls were too thick for that. Focusing, he re-doubled his efforts, going all out on Catwoman's cunt.

He slurped at her folds, sucked on her clit, whirled his tongue around the little nub and rubbed at it with the ball of his thumb. All the while he continued to fingerfuck her, keeping the majority of his thrusts hard and fast, alternating it every now and then with a slow, exploratory one.

He felt her clench atop him, watched her as she threw her head back. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she ground her teeth. Her lips quivered as she started groaning,

"Oh Jesus! FUCK! I'm FUCKING CUMMI-cum-UNGH!"

Her words turned into a long, hard scream as she bucked down onto Preston's mouth, flooding him with the liquid of her orgasm. Her cunt spasmed around his tongue and fingers. She pinched her nipples and rubbed her hands all over her pendulous breasts. Her scream broke into a low, throaty groan, before she fell backward onto the lab floor, her body tingling and spent. But Preston wasn't finished yet.

He spun around on the floor, his mouth quickly finding her steaming hot slit once more. She let out a little gasp that made him grin when he started licking her once more, followed by a sexy, breathless moan.

He traced circles in her clit, tongued the folds of her labia and delved into her liquid softness. It wasn't long before she was tensed again, her mound hot, wet and waiting.

"Fuck me," she hissed through her clenched teeth. "Stop goddamn teasing me and fuck me."

She parted her thighs lewdly for him, before her fingers found her mound and she began rubbing at it, fingering herself in front of him. She slid the middle finger in up to the knuckle as she teasingly rubbed her clit with her thumb.

No sooner had she started then she was pulling her finger out of herself, a small, almost disappointed gasp popping out of her. She ran her hand over her soaked cunt, her thigh, her navel, her belly and her breasts. She offered her fingers to her lips, and tasted her own arousal, her need for him.

Preston's breath caught in his throat at the sight of what she was doing. His cock bobbed in time to the pounding of his heart and pulse. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any other woman in his entire life. She was the embodiment of perfection.

"Do it now," Selina whispered, raising her hand to run it through his hair, before lightly grabbing hold of it. "Fuck me. Now."

Taking his twitching member in hand, he leaned down and pressed it up against her aching slit. She quivered at the feeling of it, her insides sparking with anticipation. She looked up at him, licking her lips as she did so. She could still taste small traces of his cum.

She whimpered as he rubbed the engorged head of his shaft up and down along her pussy, the juice of her excitement running down the crack of her ass and pooling on the floor.

After teasing her with it so much that she began wriggling, Preston thrust his cock into Catwoman with one hard, deep push. She exploded into a groan of pleasure as a small grunt escaped from his chest. He held the entire length throbbing inside her, the heat of their combined pleasure so overwhelmingly delicious.

He began slowly thrusting, barely moving inside her, while his mouth found her throat - licking, kissing and sucking it. She in turn wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them together. Their hands found one another's bodies. Catwoman began scratching up and down Preston's back as he rubbed his smooth palms all over her body, tickling and stroking her every now and then with his fingertips. He stimulated her entire body, making her grow even wetter and adding to the puddle beneath her ass.

His thrusting slowly grew in momentum, the entirety of his shaft passing up and down in her tight, wet slit. She cooed, groaned and hissed her approval, bucking up against him whenever the pleasure proved too great.

She pulled her long legs up over his shoulders, allowing him to drive deeper into her. His hands found her breasts and he circled them, teasing the nipples through the material of her torn bodysuit, before he began squeezing them. She moaned with dirty joy as he pinched and felt her, his cock slicing in and out of her.

They kissed. She could taste her juices on his lips and tongue. One of his hands went to stroke a hand through the long black hair that curled freely from the back of her mask.

They became wilder as the speed and intensity of their fucking grew. It all became too much for Selina, and she started hissing under her breath, "That's it. Fuck me. Fuck my hot, wet cunt."

Her breathing turned into a low, tortured groan, the words falling out of her mouth in an ecstatic babble, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me. Make me cuuuuuuummm."

Preston's fingers found her throbbing clit, and he started rubbing at it as hard as he was now fucking her. She let out a cry at the touch of it, the cry oozing into a prolonged moan.

Selina's skin was flushed and sweaty. She was hot and tingling all over. She knew how close it was, she could feel it building inside her. And as soon as she sensed that, it hit her.

Her body seized up. Every muscle in her body clenched. Her mouth opened wide as she let out a long, intense scream of pleasure.

"Yeeess!" She screamed. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeessss!"

Her cunt spasmed and squirted around Preston's thrusting cock as Catwoman arched her back high off the floor, pressing her crotch up as hard against him as she could.

Her intensity proved too much for Preston, who had difficulty finding his voice through his panting, "I'm -- I'm going to cum..."

"Do it on me, baby!" Catwoman cried, inspired by the obscenity of their fucking, of her still-rippling orgasm. "Blow your load all over me!"

Preston pulled out of her just in time to allow his cock to explode forth all over her hot, toned body. Catwoman writhed beneath him, cooing and gasping as she felt his jizz splatter all over her body, coating first her belly, then her heaving breasts. Preston let out a savage growl as his orgasm ripped through him, as his cum splashed on the purple clad cat burglar's breasts, the largest and biggest load managing to splat her on her chin. His final salvo dribbled into her pubic hair, which he began to rub into the fine patch of black curls with his throbbing member when he'd finished. He kneeled before her, panting breathlessly.

"That's it, baby," Catwoman said with a smirk and a giggle, "You did it."

The last thing Preston saw was Catwoman's cum-coated body - her pubes, navel, purple-clad tits and her small, proud chin glistening with his seed. He watched a moment as she started rubbing it into her skin, groaning as she did so, before he tumbled backwards into unconsciousness, his entire body spent in its pleasure.

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Preston was awoken by his wristwatch beeping six AM. He sat bolt upright, naked on the cold lab floor. Catwoman was gone. He was alone. He stood, picking up his pile of clothes and dressing himself in a state of numb confusion. He couldn't help but wince as he did -- he had scratch marks all over his back and torso.

He couldn't really process all that had happened. Had last night really happened? It seemed to him like it couldn't be possible, like it had all been a dream.

He looked at the shattered glass on the floor, at the now stagnant puddle of Eros formula. It was incredibly powerful, he knew that now. And what a way to find out...

"Dr. McGregor?" A voice from behind him said. Preston turned. It was Rob, his assistant. The kid was clean-shaven and carrying a box of donuts, ready to start the day. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, Rob," Preston replied, pulling his lab coat on. "Everything's fine."

"What's this mess, sir? Christ! That's not the formula, is it?!"

"Relax. It was just a lab accident. We can re-synthesize it. I think we might make this batch a little less potent, though." Preston mumbled the end of his sentence to himself.

"Sir?"

"Don't frown so much, Rob," Preston said with a grin. "It's going to be a great day."

Preston tucked his hands into his pockets and strolled out of the lab, whistling happily. Rob watched him leave with confusion plainly evident on his face.

"Guess I'll just...clean this up, then."

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Later, after Rob had swept up the shattered test tube, he took a mop to the floor to clean up the spilt formula. As he did so, he spotted another few puddles of liquid a number of feet away from where the vial had smashed.

There was one large, slick puddle smeared everywhere. It certainly wasn't the Eros formula. Rob could tell that after running his fingers through it and sniffing. And a foot or two away from that was drops of what looked like...well...semen.

Rob's face creased.

"What the hell happened here last night?" He whispered to himself, before shaking his head and mopping up the mess.

Rob knew Dr. McGregor wouldn't have brought a girl in here, let alone fucked her.

He just wasn't that kind of guy...

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Selina lay on her bed, naked and panting. She'd had three cold showers now and none of them seemed to work. She'd already masturbated six times, and she was just starting again.

She couldn't get that Preston guy out of her head. The feel of his flesh, his tongue, his cock. She wanted it all again, and that made her mad.

Getting out of the lab had been embarrassing, half-naked and covered in semen, but she had managed it. And now she wondered how much of what she had done had been because of the drug, and how much had been because of her. She couldn't be sure.

She knew as she slipped a second finger inside herself that she was going to have to find where this Preston McGregor lived, and pay him a small visit. Whether she was going to beat the living hell out of him or fuck his brains out when she did find him, even she couldn't be sure.

So for the time being, she simply lay back on her bed and pleasured herself, leaving the angry messages from her employer to go unanswered... 
