Message-ID: <7546eli$9801191720@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tooshoes@concentric.net (tooshoes) Subject: SG4: Frisking The Cat - Part 2 (CR: 10,10,10) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <69vrgm$fea@examiner.concentric.net> (continuing) I twisted and moaned, half asleep and half awake, half remembering and half dreaming. I saw myself lying naked on the floor. I was paralyzed from extreme pain and pleasure. Scratches ran down the length of my sides and my legs. My nipples were sore from being sucked. My breasts were bruised from so much squeezing. My pussy was bleeding, and Selina was standing over me with my blood all over her face. She smiled at me. My blood dripped from her long fangs. Andrew crawled beside her and licked the blood from her lips. Then he turned his attention to me, and bore into me with a terrible glare, yelling something that didn't make sense. It sounded like . . . . . . the doorbell. I sat up quickly and looked around. I was in my bedroom, and the clock said 7 am. Calvin was lying at the foot of my bed, looking up at me. I was naked under the sheets. I wasn't bleeding or bruised, yet my heart was racing, and my pussy was wet with excitement, ready for fucking again. What was wrong with me? Was I a slave to my sexuality? The doorbell buzzed again, this time longer and more insistently. "Just a second," I yelled. I slipped into a bathrobe, carelessly tossed on my wig, and floated downstairs. I paused at the bottom of the stairs when, looking through the door, I saw who was on the other side. *Shit!* It was Andrew. I hesitated. Why was he here so early in the morning? He knows I sleep in late. He must have known about last night. *Oh, Shit!* What was I gonna say? "Open the door, Linda," he said impatiently from the other side. I unlatched the door and let him in. He didn't look at me or say hello. He walked right past me into the living room to a hard wooden chair, sat down and told me to do likewise. I sat in a wooden chair facing him. I crossed my legs and covered myself as best I could with the bathrobe. Andrew was very angry. He was so angry he wouldn't even look at me. He just stared at the ceiling, collecting himself. For almost a minute, he said nothing. The suspense was almost unbearable. Then he finally said, "Guess what I found in my mailbox about an hour ago." I shivered. "I don't know," I said, but I knew it must have been bad. "A video tape," he spitted out, and then he paused and let the words sink in. I covered my face with my hands and couldn't think of anything to say, except, "Fuck!" "Exactly," Andrew replied. "What the fuck happened? What makes you feel worse? That you let Selina get away, or that there were still a few men that you didn't fuck last night?" "Stop it!" I said, a little shocked, a little angry. He didn't have the right to talk to me that way. I didn't even think he was capable of talking that way. "It's not like I had a choice. She *made* me do it!" "That's not the way it looked on the tape," Andrew said. "You didn't even try to stop them." "I couldn't! She threatened to kill the security guards if I didn't do what she wanted," I told him, but not convincingly. It was the truth, but it felt like a lie. It was just a convenient excuse. Even so, it surprised Andrew, and he lowered his tone. "What do you mean?" "Weren't you listening? That's what she said." Andrew shook his head, "The tape didn't have sound, just visual. But what security guards? There were no security guards. And there was no bomb." "I thought they were guards. They looked like guards. I didn't know they were just her friends. And I thought maybe the bomb was hidden, maybe in lead." I said, clinging to my excuse, no matter how lame it seemed, no matter how much I might have even enjoyed last night, it wasn't something I chose to do. Andrew shook his head. "So you just let them all fuck you. With all of your powers, you could have done *something!*" "Like what?" "I don't know! You might have tried to threaten her. You might have at least objected, instead of begging for more. You are going to make me look really bad, when I have to show this tape to the agency. How can I justify hiring you now? What do we do if she makes this tape public?" I shuddered at the thought. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to let you down." "And what was all this crap about the t-shirt and the shorts? How did they get your costume?" "They stole it from me a few days ago on the train. I didn't know who they were then," I said, hoping he wouldn't press for details. "They stole it from you?" Andrew was surprised and more than a little confused. I just nodded, expecting to be grilled. *Please don't push me*, I wished. I knew if he pushed, I'd have to tell him the truth about that train ride. I was a terrible liar. "And when were you gonna share this information with me? I thought we were on the same team." "So did I," I replied, remembering Selina's last words before she left. I was grateful to turn the blame back on him. "When were *you* gonna tell *me* about your connection with Selina?" "My connection . . .?" Andrew paused as if hit from out of nowhere. "I didn't think that mattered. It was need- to-know information only." "I think I needed to know. Last night . . . the museum . . . it was all a trap. They knew I was coming. They knew you were sending me," I said angrily, fighting my way out of the corner of blame. "She told me to tell you that, like always, she was one step ahead of you." Andrew looked shocked. He stood up and looked around the apartment. He closed the blind to the window, then he examined the lamps and the furniture, until he found a thin wire emerging from a hole in the rug and disappearing into the sofa. He tore it loose with much more force than was necessary. "That bitch!" "So what is this all about?" I pushed, more curious than angry, now that I was no longer in the hot seat. Andrew shook his head and looked away. "I hired her to work for the agency several months ago." "You did what? You hired a criminal? What for?" "To help us get close to the major players in Gotham City. It made sense at the time. She had contacts we could never have. I thought she'd make a great double agent. We had a second agent watching her from the other side, in case she decided to betray us." Andrew shook his head, and either laughed or sighed. Despite his anger, he half smiled in amazement. "We never expected that she'd betray both sides." "What did she do?" I asked. "I mean, it must have been something pretty awful." Andrew glared at me and said, "I don't think you need to know any more." "Why? Was it something personal?" I asked, stepping closer. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. Let's just say we both have good reasons to get her now." So it *was* personal! My mind fluttered with ideas of what it might have been. Did she steal from him? Were they lovers? Andrew walked away from me, as if he was afraid I might ask these questions. He walked straight for the door, and then he half turned towards me, saying, "We can't let her get away with this. I'll contact you tonight." "So you still want me to work with you?" I asked, barely believing it. He nodded. "Sure, and you can keep the video tape. I made copies before I left." I watched him leave, wondering and worrying what he meant by that. I laid on the couch, trying to catch up on some of the sleep I had lost that morning, but I was too anxious. I stared unseeing at the television, instead, feeling confused and ashamed and afraid. And then, as my mind awakened, I began to feel angry. I guess I can be pretty dense sometimes. Anyone would have known what he meant by that, except me. Maybe I knew what he meant all along, but it took a while for me to believe the obvious. I liked Andrew ever since I had met him, and I thought that he liked me, too, even when he had trapped me, even when he spied on me. If I like a man, I can look past ten flaws to the one wonderful thing about him. Andrew trapped me, but then he let me go. He would spy on me, but then he'd apologize, saying sometimes he hated his job, but he had to do it. He'd talk to me for days like he was my best friend. I thought he had a weakness for me. I thought maybe part of him secretly loved me. Even if it were true, he still wanted to keep me on a leash. That video tape was a leash, and he could use it to keep me in line. He saw what happened when he let me loose, like at the museum. He was angry at me, like a master would be angry at a pet for pooping on the floor. He wouldn't let me loose again. He was even angrier at the Catwoman. It wasn't just the anger he might have towards just any criminal. She was like a disobedient pet. She was the pet that scratched up his prized possessions. She was the pet that knocked the vase off of the mantel. She was the pet that ran away. And I was the pet that would pay the price. I hated being a part of his control games. As these thoughts of pets and cats haunted my mind, I thought about Calvin, and how I hadn't seen him at all since Andrew left. Usually when I'm lying on the couch, Calvin will leap up and cuddle with me, purring and demanding attention, making me feel better, but when I looked for him now, I saw him crouching in the corner. "What's the matter, Calvin?" I asked. "Did that big, bad man scare you?" He just stared at me, as though I was the stranger, not Andrew. I waited for a minute, just watching him, wondering what was wrong. He didn't look hurt, yet he just eyed me suspiciously and kept his distance. I forgot about Andrew and Selina and the anger I was feeling, as I watched Calvin, His distrust made me feel lonely and rejected. Sad to say, Calvin was my best friend, and he had always loved me unconditionally. Until now, anyway. Finally, Calvin stood up, stretched and said, "Meow". He leaped onto the couch. He rubbed his head against my belly. When I stroked his neck and back, he arched into my hand and purred. "That's a good boy!" I whispered, as I rubbed his neck and back. I sheltered him and consoled him like I wished someone would do for me. I treated him like a pet should be treated. . . Not that I wanted for Andrew to treat me like a pet. I worked for him, and I only wanted for him to treat me with the respect an employer should have for his employees. Employees should be respected, and pets should be loved. No matter how he thought of me, he wasn't treating me right. He was using me, and I didn't want to be used anymore. My eye twitched and I felt my whole body shiver, when I had a shameful realization: I've let people use me for most of my life. Even worse, I think I *wanted* people to use me, to take control of me. Carol loved to play with my emotions, and I loved the games she played. My father was very stern, and sometimes I think I earned his love by always doing as I was told. I can barely even think about what I let happen with Sam, and I virtually begged Selina to do whatever she wanted with me. No wonder people didn't respect me. I was pretty pathetic! *I won't let anyone do that to me again!* My mind screamed in anger and shame and disgust. *Not Andrew, not anyone!* Just then, Calvin clawed his way from my arms and disappeared in the corner, again. He wouldn't even look out from behind the chair. I hadn't seen him so scared since. . . well, since he was Sam's pet three years ago. What happened? Maybe I let my anger get the best of me, and I squeezed him a little too tight. Maybe I pet him too hard. No, that wasn't it. I was angry, and maybe I wasn't being affectionate, but I was very gentle. I didn't even rub him the wrong way. I kept my ugly emotions inside, showing him only kindness, so unless he could read my mind . . . . . . read my mind! How could I have gone almost four years on Earth without realizing it? I guess I would have realized it earlier if I could read other people's (or cat's) minds. Discovering my other powers was easy. I couldn't miss floating down a flight of stairs, or crushing a telephone in my hand, or seeing through the walls of my dorm room. But how could I have guessed that I was sending psychic signals out? I closed my eyes, breathed in deeply, imagining that my body smelled like catnip and it felt like a warm, soft spot in the sunlight. A moment later, Calvin jumped back on the sofa and nuzzled against my belly. I smiled, now knowing that I was right. Calvin had read my mind. I closed my eyes again and imagined a familiar field with bushes and trees and small mice scurrying through the grass and darting into holes in the ground. Calvin looked quickly up at me, and then around the apartment. He leaped from the sofa and onto the window sill. He stared outside, looking for mice to chase. I closed my eyes again and thought of a giant Rottweiler, staring at Calvin, foaming at the mouth, and barking like thunder. Calvin spun around in panic, fell from the window sill and disappeared under the sofa, as deeply hidden as he could get. Why did I do that? I covered my face, laughing in shame and amazement. I looked under the sofa and saw Calvin staring suspiciously back at me. "I'm sorry Calvin. That was very mean of me." I felt really guilty for scaring him like that, betraying his trust. The funny thing was that I was still smiling, and not in a nice way. I was so amazed by how quickly the predator had become the prey. I hadn't walked the pathways of Metropolis University since I graduated several months ago, but I thought there was no better place to experiment with my newly discovered power. After all, everyone played mind games there, it seemed. When I was a student, I played them, too. I had been hungry for friends, until I learned that with a little teasing in my short skirts and tight t-shirts, I would have as many friends as I could handle. Just rummaging through my old school clothes made me shiver in excitement. I put on a one piece gold colored dress, with a matching gold jacket and gold shoes. Mary once told me that the gold highlighted my long brown hair. She had much better fashion sense than I did, so I believed her. As provocative as my work wardrobe was, my school clothes were twice that. The jacket completely covered my breasts, encouraging curious eyes to either look in my eyes -- or travel south. The dress ended in a microskirt that barely covered my ass and fell less than an inch below my pussy. Unlike the red skirt of my Supergirl costume, this skirt was form fitting, clinging to my ass. Even so, I didn't call very much attention to myself, because roughly half of the women on campus were dressed similarly. The rule among college girls, it seemed, was to dress to the extreme while still being legally decent. Right now, brightly colored tights seemed to be in fashion. I walked past one woman who was wearing purple from head to toe. She reminded me very much of how Selina looked in the museum, except this college girl's tights were not see through -- at least to ordinary eyes. She pushed the limits by shaving her pussy and wearing nothing under her tights, so the shape of her pussy lips were clearly visible, as if the tights were a second skin. I admired that. We were both pushing the limits, really, but she was getting more looks than I was. I could steal some of her attention by just reaching down to pick up a pen -- I might even get the police's attention. But without breaking the rules, I couldn't compete. Miniskirts were falling out of fashion. The skirt flirt has lost some of it's mystery, because everyone knew that most women were completely decent underneath. Tights gave men more too look at, but left less for their imagination or anticipation, so I knew that some day soon, miniskirts would come back. Men just needed to start believing again. They were tired of watching a closed cookie jar, just in case it might open. They were tired of the promise of paradise, but no sign of it. They wanted a glimmer of hope, like a mirage in the horizon, or a rumor of a sighting, just to keep their faith alive. And then I smiled as I realized I could give them exactly what they wanted. I paused for a moment at a crossroads, letting people pass around me, and I concentrated on my appearance. I thought especially hard about my miniskirt, imagining that it was two inches shorter. I imagined that my pussy lips were barely visible to people walking by. They were just a hint of pink below the gold hemline. When I opened my eyes, half of the people within thirty yards were staring at me. Maybe they were just staring at the weirdo who stopped in the middle of traffic with her eyes closed, I thought, so I started walking again, and sure enough, they were still looking, eyes slightly down, following my ass. This time, with my eyes opened, I concentrated on my leg, and I imagined that a drop of pussy juice was rolling down my thigh, glistening in the sunlight. And wow! What a reaction! I felt everyone's eyes on me now, and a few men were even following close behind. Then, as I emerged from the shadow of a building, I walked into a cool breeze that sent a chill over my body, between my legs, and over my thighs. That's when I felt the moisture -- the tracks of two *real* droplets that had settled behind my knee. I was having so much fun imagining that I didn't know how real my fantasy was. My pussy was overflowing. *Oh, God!* I thought, in shame, and I walked quickly now. Embarrassment brought more excitement, and more evidence. At least I was walking too fast now for people to see. I hurried into the Mulligan Social Science Hall, and found a deserted corner, where I paused to collect myself. This is becoming a habit, I thought to myself as I wiped my legs clean. I keep getting myself into these kinds of situations. I want to be a good girl. I want to be a bad girl. I want to do the right things -- but I want to break all the rules, and I don't want to be caught. Or do I? God, I'm messed up. I need to see a shrink. Which, in a way, is why I was here. "Linda!" Pamela shouted in surprise. She emerged from behind her desk to greet me. She was wearing one of those fashionable skin tight suits, and I felt a little more comfortable. She wouldn't give me those silly Freudian comments, like "penis envy" or like connecting my desires to the death of my father. She was a good-bad girl herself. Besides, she was into much more unorthodox theories. "Hi Pam," I said, as I wrote my name down on the sign-in sheet. "Not much of a crowd here." She shook her head, and glanced away. "Nope, I think I started about twenty years too late. It was a stupid idea for a thesis, really. People just laugh when you say "ESP" today. The only people who come in are religious freaks who think I'm some kind of witch, and students who are desperate for extra credit. Why are *you* here?" "Well, I'm not a religious freak, so I must be looking for extra credit, and I thought it would be kewl to get it from an old friend." Pam looked at me funny. "I thought you graduated." I shook my head, "Almost. I had an incomplete on a psych course, and I have to make it up." Pam looked skeptical, but she wouldn't call me a liar. Why would I lie, anyway? Just to see what I could get away with, of course. "Oh," she said. "So . . . are those the only reasons?" I shrugged. I think she probably asked everyone who walked through her door about their motivations, but it had a special meaning for me. A few years ago, when we were both undergrads, Pam had asked me maybe ten times to do ESP experiments with her, and I always refused. People talked about her behind her back, calling her a flake, and I didn't want to be a part of that. But more importantly, she had a reputation as a lesbian, and I was strictly hetero back then. I didn't want to be a part of her lesbian fantasies. I always suspected that the ESP experiments were just a scheme to get me in bed. But I underestimated Pam's devotion to ESP. She always hoped to do real research on the topic, and finally she had the chance as a graduate student. "I thought you didn't believe in this stuff, Linda," Pam said, maybe feeling used, because I would do this for extra credit, but not just to be a good friend. "I'm sorry, Pam. I guess I didn't have a very open mind back then. It just seemed so ... crazy, but I'm thinking now: if people can fly or turn invisible, anything is possible, right?" "I never thought of it that way," Pam said, less angry. "But you may have been right before. We've tested hundreds of people, and haven't found a single hint of psychic ability in anyone. I don't know why I even do it anymore, and I feel like I'm just going through the motions, now." "Well, let's go through the motions again," I said, with a smile. "You never know when the right person will come along." Pam introduced me to her creation: a kind of isolation booth for two people designed to keep out all noise and external stimuli, fascillitating psychic stimulation -- or so Pam says. To me it looked like one of those confessionals that Catholics use. It even had the slide-away door inside. If I could read Pam's mind, I'm sure I'd find out that she bought it from an old church. But I couldn't read her mind, as part one of her test bore out. Pam read silently from a passage in a book, and asked me what she had just read. "Something about disciplining pets?" I asked. "Huh? Uh, no. Just relax. Try to clear your mind," Pam said. Next she stared at a series of photographs and asked me what she was looking at. "Two women torturing a man?" I asked. "What?" Pam laughed. "No, it's just a picture of a chair. They are very simple pictures, Linda. Just one object." Then she told me that she was thinking of a part of her body -- that this somehow tested emotional signals. "Your nose?" "No," Pam replied, barely hiding her frustration. "I was thinking of my belly button." "Oh, I knew it was something with an opening." "Common, Linda, I know it sounds silly, but please take this seriously," she said as she turned off the light on her side of the booth. A moment later, my side lit up. "Your turn now. We are pretty sure that you aren't a receiver, so lets see if you are a transmitter. Remember, try to think only about the objects in your hand. The passage first . . ." I licked my lips, as I picked up a sealed envelop and opened it. I read silently: "The long playing record has withstood many challenges throughout the twentieth century, starting with wire recorders in the 1920's and then more serious challenges with magnetic tape technology, including reel-to- reel, 8-Track, and cassette tapes. Vinyl did not lose it's market until the advent of digitized sound, starting in the 1980's." "OK," I said, and then yawned. "What did I read?" Pam paused, then asked: "Something boring?" "Yeah . . .?" I said. "What else?" "Something about car tires?" Huh? Car tires? "No, let me read it again," I said and tried to concentrate very hard on what I was reading. "OK, I'm done." Pam paused, then finally guessed, almost desperately, "A chocolate donut?" "No," I said, feeling defeated. "The passage was about phonograph records." I was stunned. I had assumed she'd be able to read my mind -- I never even considered the possibility of failure. Had I just imagined having the power? What about my experiments with Calvin? Maybe I could only communicate with animals. What about the students on campus? Maybe they were just responding to my clothes and my attitude and the excitement running down my legs-- not to what I was thinking. "Hey," Pam said, with a touch of enthusiasm, "that's really not so far off. I mean, they are all round objects with holes. Try the pictures, next." I halfheartedly picked up the first photo. It was a picture of a red pickup truck, driving through a field. "A car," Pam instantly said. "No, a truck. Red, and a lot of grass." I gasped, suddenly awake again. "Well?" Pam asked. "You got it! Dead on!" "No way!" she said, trying to contain her excitement. Surely I must have been joking with her ... "Really, here, look," I said, holding the picture up to where she could see. Her eyes sparkled, but still she wouldn't let herself believe. "Try the next picture." Picture #2 was the Statue of Liberty, which immediately reminded me of Carol. "A dark haired woman," Pam said. "No, not a woman. A statue. The Statue of Liberty?" I showed her the picture, and she almost squealed in delight. "Oh, finally! Finally, we have proof! A real transmitter! Try the next picture." I was very excited, too, but a warning bell went off in my head. What did Pam mean by proof? Was she gonna hold me up as an example? Would she tell everyone about me? If an enemy knew he could read my mind, my power would become his power, and he could use it against me. I had to kill the experiment right now. I didn't look at the next picture. I closed my eyes and imagined a candle stick. "A candle?" Pam asked. I shook my head and showed her a picture of a grandfather clock. "Oh." Pam shrugged, but was still enthusiastic. "Just a fluke. Try the next one." I closed my eyes and imagined myself giving Pam a massage. I moved my hands under the towels, around her breasts. Then I rolled her over and sucked on her nipples. Pam paused, and when she spoke, she sounded embarrassed. "A, uh, massage parlor?" "What?" I asked, laughing and sounding as innocent as I could. I showed her the picture of a personal computer. "Damn," Pam said."The statue and the truck couldn't have just been a coincidence. Try the body part test. Just try and relax and think only about that one body part." I closed my eyes and focused my thoughts on my pussy. I touched myself with a finger, parting the lips, starting the flow. Pam didn't say anything. I slowly massaged my clit, imaging that my finger was her finger. I slipped another finger under the folds and pushed in deep. I hoped my excitement didn't show in my face. Pam still said nothing. I looked through the wall between us, and saw that Pam was shifting in her seat. She was wet, too. I could smell her excitement. "Well?" I asked. "What part of my body am I thinking of?" Pam finally burst out, not wanting to say it, but she probably couldn't think of any other body part at this point. "Your pus --, uh, your genitals?" "What?" I asked, trying to sound upset. "Oh, I'm sorry Linda, I don't know why I thought of that." "Really, Pam . . ." "Try one more picture, please! I know we had some kind of connection." "OK," I closed my eyes and imagined that I was kneeling between Pam's legs, sucking on her clit and squeezing her ass. She was twisting my hair in her hands and screaming out Linda, Oh Linda... "Linda ..." Pam whispered. She was breathing heavily now, and her face was almost red. "Yes, Pam? What was the picture?" "A woman licking..." Pam said, then took a breath, "I mean two women having oral sex." Denying my own needs, I rushed out of the confessional as if in rage. Pam stumbled out behind me. I thought for a second that she might try to kiss me -- she was so excited. I don't know what I would have done if she had kissed me. But she collected herself and said, "I'm really sorry Linda. I don't know why I said those things." "Well, I do," I replied. "And I'm sorry, Pam, but I'm not looking for a lover right now." "Maybe you are right," Pam said, looking totally confused. "Maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see. But please keep me in mind ... when you need a friend." "OK," I said, thinking I might just take her up on that offer someday. I turned towards the door. "Bye, Pam." "But Linda ... what about the extra credit?" I smiled at her, which must have confused her even more, and said, "That's OK. I've decided to go for the full course, instead.." *Oh, that was so MEAN, Linda!* that voice called a conscience said. I smiled. *Fuck that, it was fun! Stop second guessing yourself, girl. The world is yours, if you want it. It's a good day to be Supergirl!.* Why did I always feel that when I was having fun, I was losing control? I looked left and right as I left the Social Science building. A thousand students were walking around, but no one seemed to be watching me. They will be watching soon, I thought, as I removed my wig and put it in my purse. People lose control when they always do what society wants, when they always do what someone else wants, when they never do what they want. Pam should have done what she wanted. I kicked off my shoes. One of them took off like a rocket and landed on the roof of the cafeteria. A man walking nearby stopped dead in his tracks, and stared at me in awe. I smiled, blushing, "Oops!" I walked on the lawn along the sidewalk, feeling the grass between my toes. I had never done that before, even though my feet had begged me to for years. Why didn't I just do what I wanted? Who would it have hurt? Now many people were watching me. Was it really so strange to see someone walking barefoot? Or maybe they were seeing into my mind, anticipating. I slipped out of my jacket and dropped it on the ground, and kept on walking. *Litterbug*, complained my conscience. *Don't be silly -- it's gonna make a good souvenir for someone.* My skin tingled from the cool air and the awareness that a thousand eyes were watching me. A thousand imaginations were seeing my thoughts. So they weren't surprised when I lifted my shirt over my head. I tossed it high in the air. No one saw it land. They were watching my breasts jiggling back into place, finally free of that tight shirt. They were staring at my nipples, triggering that longing to suck, that everyone is born with, and no one quite completely forgets. I was sorry that I had only two nipples for this multitude. My conscience screamed, but the voice just didn't bother me, anymore. Why should I be modest when everyone can see what I'm thinking, anyway? Wherever I go, they are sharing my fantasies, and I never even knew it . . . I stopped walking for a moment to push my miniskirt down to my feet, and when I looked up, it was like the whole campus had stopped moving. Some people were laughing, some people were smiling, and some people were cheering. I could barely breathe, as I shivered before their stares. My heart leaped whenever I heard the click of a camera. But this was only the beginning. Weaving through the traffic jam of students were two cops, but before they could grab me, I floated up, just out of their reach, hovering above them like a very naughty angel. I smiled. They didn't look angry, really, they were just doing their jobs. But I could see the hard ons in their pants, and it wasn't just because they had a good view of my wet pussy. They were feeling my excitement. The whole crowd was feeling it. How far did my power reach, anyway? The feeling was so strong, maybe all of Metropolis was feeling it. Was that such a bad thing? *OK, Linda, you've had your fun*, came that voice again. *You've given them all a thrill, now it's time to leave. Just fly away.* *Oh, no,* I thought, shaking my head, rebelling. *If you say stop, I say go. Aren't you the same voice that say's if you have something good, share it with everyone?* I touched my dripping pussy with my fingertips, and spread the cum over my lips and all over the triangle. My gasp joined a chorus of gasps all around campus. I dropped my purse into the waiting hands of the police, so I could massage my breasts with my other hand. Cameras clicked. A man right below me had a video camera. I turned towards him and closed my eyes. I was terrified and breathless, knowing that I would forever be remembered for this moment, for good or bad. I opened my legs slowly. My swollen pussy gushed like an opened melon, baptizing the man with the video camera. The crowd was completely silent. I didn't have the courage to open my eyes and see how they were reacting. I just thought of that camera, and the aching inside. I stroked my clit and floated closer to the camera, until I could almost kiss it with my pussy. *And now,* I thought, as I opened my pussy lips wide, *Look into my soul! Come inside! I have nothing left to hide! Here is my fountain! Drink from it. Here is my body. . .* A hand grabbed my leg and pulled me down into the hungry crowd. I didn't open my eyes or put up a struggle. *Oh, take me! Pillage my body! Leave me with nothing but your passion anointing my body, and filling my pussy and mouth until I runneth over.* A hand grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me hard. A voice carried over the cheers and whistles in the crowd, saying, "Linda! Linda, wake up!" I opened my eyes. For the second time today, Andrew shattered my dream. I was laying on the couch, and he stood over me in my living room, shaking my shoulders. His eyes were on fire, and he was breathing heavily. I melted into the cushions, sure that he was gonna kiss me or just jump on me. But he just stood there, staring, his light complexion glowing bright red. "Why Andy," I finally said with a smile, "I didn't know you cared!" He stumbled backwards, and looked disoriented, as if coming out of a hypnotic trance. And then he was Andrew again. "Do your legs always pop open when you sleep?" I sat up and adjusted my skirt, which had bunched up to my waist while I slept. "Only when I'm dreaming of you, Andy," I replied. He spun around, half smiling, half stern, "Stop calling me that!" And then he paced around the room for a minute, waiting for his pulse to slow and his dick to relax, as he spouted random complaints: "Damn, Linda, you live in one messed up neighborhood. Someone almost drove into me as I parked in your driveway, and a couple is making out across the street in the middle of their front yard as we speak." I covered my mouth. *Oh my God, did I do that? Did they see into my dream? Are they living out my fantasy? How about you Andrew? Were you fantasizing about me, too, while you watched me sleeping?* "Why are you here, Andrew?" I asked again. "I thought you were gonna call tonight -- not come over." Andrew closed the window blind and looked the room quickly over. He spoke with a hushed voice words he wanted to shout, "We've got her!" "Selina?" I asked, feeling a little jealous when just the mention of her name excited him, making him forget his feelings for me in a second. "We've got her cornered in an old, condemned cinema in Leesburg. We already have her henchmen. I have to admire their loyalty. They could have saved themselves, since Selina was who we were really after, but they stood and fought, giving her a chance to get away -- a chance she squandered." "How did you find her, in Leesburg of all places?" Andrew looked up as if to the sky. "Blind luck. A Hail Mary play. I watched Selina's video again after I left this morning, and this time I noticed that one of her henchmen removed his mask. I got a good image of his face, which I faxed to the Metropolis and Gotham TV stations, saying he was wanted for serial murders. If you weren't asleep, you would have seen his face on the news." "But he never killed anyone!" I objected. I didn't really know that. In fact, I didn't know anything about the man, the cat-man, but I felt a bond, after the intimacies we shared. It was like: anyone who wanted to fuck me couldn't be all bad. "Don't worry, Linda," Andrew said, surprised by my outburst. "We arrested him on lesser charges, and since the only evidence we have against him is that video tape (something we will never use!) he'll probably be walking the streets again by tomorrow. But the important thing was that the news report worked. Leesburg is a tight community that notices new faces. Apparently Selina and her friends thought it was a nice, quiet place to hide while the heat was on in Gotham. They dressed up in normal middle-class attire and checked into a Holiday Inn. They were spotted shortly after that." "And now you have them in custody," I concluded. "Everyone but Selina, who is hiding somewhere in what once was a cinema. We want you to bring her out." I laughed. "Why do you need me? You've got her trapped." Andrew shook his head. "The building is really huge, with seven screens, and a warehouse and several office buildings in adjacent buildings. We have her trapped, but finding her could take many hours and lots of manpower." "Besides," Andrew continued with a sideways glance. "I thought you'd want to be a part of this -- to get even with her for what she did to you last night." I smiled, "Mmmm, it's like you can read my mind." I wished *I* could read *his* mind. Why was he giving me this opportunity to meet with Catwoman alone? Was he testing me, to see what I would do? Or did he have some other motivation? I offered to fly Andrew with me to Leesburg, but he said that he would rather drive. It was only about a 25 minute ride in his Legend, he said. I countered that it was only about a two minute flight. Personally, I thought the idea of flying made him nervous. He was a brave guy, but he was also a control freak. Andrew tore out of my driveway as if he wanted to race me to Leesburg, while I took a moment to change into Supergirl. I had to think for a moment, because now I had two costumes, both incomplete. My familiar blue costume was missing the cape. Without the cape, my blue top just didn't look right, because it zipped up in the back. My new costume was missing the shorts. So I had to mix and match, taking the white t-shirt, the red mini, and a pair of sneakers. Then I checked myself in the mirror, striking a few poses. liking what I saw. I never realized how boring wearing the same costume year after year was until I played around with my appearance a bit. Maybe next week I'd try something more fashionable -- maybe something with black tights, a black jacket, and this white t-shirt. God, that would look great! No blue at all. All black and white, and just that little touch of red on my chest. Maybe shiny red shoes, too. I was getting the hang of this fashion thing! But this wasn't the time to think about it. I tore myself from the mirror and barely opened my front door before flying through it. I wanted to have a few moments with Selina before Andrew arrived Really, I could get there in under two minutes, but it's very hard to follow the landscape at high speeds, especially at night. Once I was past the bright lights of Metropolis, everything was dark, and I had to follow the highway, or I'd get lost. Leesburg was not an easy city to see from the night sky, and when I found it, I wasn't sure where to even look for the old cinema. But that turned out to be very easy, because there were seven cop cars encircling it with flashing blue and white lights. I floated down to the main entrance, where maybe ten years ago someone could buy tickets, but today the windows were broken, and conflicting signs said "For Rent" and "Condemned". "Hello, Supergirl." the officer in charge greeted me and shook my hand firmly, but he was clearly annoyed. He looked overdressed for such a warm night. "I'm Sergeant Danvers. We wanted to take her out ourselves, and teach the rest of those punks from Gotham to stay in their own damned city, but we were ordered to wait and let you get her." I nodded, but I wasn't really paying much attention to what he was saying. The flashlight tucked into his belt caught my eye. It was about eight inches long, and about as thick and smooth as the head of a beer bottle. "It looks very dark inside," I commented casually. Danvers nodded, "We don't dare turn on the electricity. This place hasn't been lit up for as long as I've been here, and who knows what shape the wiring is in." "Would you mind if I borrowed your flashlight?" Danvers handed the light over, but eyed me suspiciously. "I read in the Planet that Superman can see in nearly complete darkness." I smiled, "Superman has a few things that I don't have." Danvers opened the door like a gentleman, ushering me inside, where it was as black as coal, and the flashlight really did come in handy. I was hoping to locate Selina with my x-ray vision, but it was too dark. I couldn't even make out infrared patterns. There was something strange about these walls. I examined them more closely and saw that all the paint was chipped and old. Lead paint. I walked around for about a minute, flashing the light everywhere, but realizing that it would take hours to find her this way. There were dozens of rooms and hundreds of places to hide. Maybe since I couldn't find her with my eyes, I could find her with my other senses. Maybe I could hear her breathing or maybe even hear her heart beating, and then follow the sound to her hiding place. Unfortunately, I was hearing about ten different heartbeats. The cops surrounding the building had hearts and lungs, too. My own heart beat seemed to echo off the walls. No I wasn't gonna find her with my ears. That's when I noticed a faint, slightly musky scent in the air, contrasting with the smells of decay. It was Selina's perfume -- the same perfume that made me dizzy last night. God, was that really last night? It seemed longer ago than that, though every second was etched into my memory. The perfume didn't make me dizzy now. It made me hungry. I followed the scent into one of the theaters, and then walked aimlessly around, trying to sense where it was coming from. I had never tracked someone this way before, and I figured there must be a trick to it. Just go where the scent is strongest, I thought, but her scent seemed to be just as strong throughout the theater. I aimed the flashlight at all of the seats, down every isle. There was nowhere to hide. There was no balcony, no curtains, no doors. Maybe this was some kind of trick. Maybe Selina sprayed some perfume in the air here. That's when I noticed a thin denim jacket draped over a seat in the very center of the theater. I felt a burst of excitement, even though I knew Selina wasn't hiding there. Tucked under the jacket was a skirt and a pair of high heeled shoes. I could smell Selina's perfume in the clothes, but it was faint -- too faint. Selina must have just been here a moment ago, but where could she have gone? Why wasn't her scent getting weaker? If anything it seemed even stronger than it was a moment ago. And I felt something different, something that didn't make sense. I felt a slight breeze. When the breeze blew over me, so did Selina's scent. Finally I looked up, and I saw a vent in the very center of the ceiling. The vent had no screen. When I aimed the flashlight at it, two eyes glowed back at me, and then they were gone, as footsteps hurried along the roof. I put the flashlight in the elastic of my skirt. I flew up through the vent, pushing a fan and a small metal door out of the way. and I stepped out onto the roof. The fan fell back through the vent and landed with loud crash in the theater below. The Catwoman was crouching thirty yards away, looking over the edge of the building at several cops below, who were having a coffee and donut break, oblivious to her presence. She glanced about frantically, like a cat trapped in a corner. Then, finally she turned to face me. She was dressed just like at the museum. She looked magnificent under the stars and the moonlight. I walked casually towards her. "It's OK, kitty, I have a treat for you." "Stay away from me!" she hissed, and to further demonstrate her hostility, she lashed out at me with her whip. I caught the whip in my hand, and pulled her towards me as if it was a leash. Then she lashed out with her claws, tearing holes in my shirt. "Hey!" I objected, while spinning her around and wrapping her hands behind her back with the whip. I whispered in her ear. "I don't have any more of these shirts. Watch it or I'll have to declaw you." Now, we were standing at the edge of the roof where the cops only had to look away from their donuts for a second, and they would see us. I had Selina in a wrestling hold, with one hand gently squeezing her breast, the other on her thigh. Her mask felt like satin against my cheek. "What do you want?" she whispered back, not wanting to draw the attention of the police. I loosened my grip and let my hands wander over her sheer purple outer skin. When my fingers neared her pussy, she fought with me, turning around, pushing me between herself and the ledge. Now our breasts touched each other, and I looked up into her eyes. My memories of last night paralyzed me for a moment. I felt my knees going weak, and her scent eating away at my strength. Selina repeated, now more confident, "I said, `What do you want with me?'" *No, Selina, I'm in charge tonight!* I squeezed her ass and kissed her hard, touching her tongue with mine. She was startled, and she took a step backwards. "I just want to return the favor you gave me last night." Selina struggled hopelessly to escape my grasp. She only succeeded in slipping on the gravel covered roof, and she fell flat on her back, with me on top of her. In this position, she couldn't even struggle against my will. "No," she warned, as I reached up to her mask and lifted it over her head. She looked away, not wanting me to see her face. "Why don't you want me to see you?" I whispered. "Remember? I saw you before, on the train. Why do you wear a mask? I think you are beautiful." She sneered at me and said. "We all wear masks --" she started But I swallowed the rest of her reply with another kiss. Her leg brushed against my thigh, and I could smell her excitement growing. "Mmm, that was nice," she purred with a naughty smile. "I'd like to hold you in my arms, if you'd just untie my arms." I shook my head, and slowly tore at her costume with my fingernails. "Why not?" She demanded. Her voice was almost panicky as I slowly climbed down her body. "I thought you wanted to please me." "I do." I said, smiling back up at her, and then I wrapped my lips around her bare nipple, tickling it with my tongue. Selina squirmed and gasped. "But make no mistake, this is revenge." I climbed further down, tearing her costume in the middle as I moved, and licking her skin as soon as it was exposed. "This isn't what you want," Selina tried to reason with me. "You want some more of what I gave you last night, right? Let me loose, and you won't regret it." "Open up, and shut up!" I said, as I pushed her legs apart. I kissed her inner thighs, as my hands reached up to squeeze her breasts. Her pussy was wet, and her tights were stained by excitement. I was about to tear the fabric away, but I liked the silky feeling against my cheek. "This is what I want. I wanted to do this ever since I met you on the train." "No!" she cried out loudly enough to be heard by the police below, when I licked the length of her pussy. The stain spread out across the fabric. "Be a good little kitty," I whispered, before I wrapped my lips over her clit. Her hips involuntarily rose to give me better access. "No," she cried out again, "you don't understand. You can't make me come." "Come kitty," I demanded, as I tickled her clit with my tongue, stroking it in tiny circles at a speed that even a vibrator couldn't match. "Here, kitty, kitty." Selina shivered and screamed and gushed so that her tights couldn't absorb her juices any more. I bit a tiny hole in the fabric, letting her excitement escape. "No," she cried out again, "you really don't understand. I can't come at all." I climbed up her body again, so I could see her eyes when she came. I wanted to swallow her screams. "We'll see about that," I said, as I broke through the fabric with the flashlight, parting her pussy lips. The invasion took her by surprise. I pushed it in until she moaned. "You can't . . .oh!" she cried, when I pushed the flashlight deeper. I pushed in until her pussy couldn't take any more. I pushed it in and out, faster and faster. *Give in,* I thought, trying to will her into submission. I kissed her hard, trying to suck out her resistance. I expected for her to stop saying no at any moment, and to scream out instead at the top of her lungs: "YES!" Instead, she shook her mouth free from my kiss. "STOP IT!" she cried out, surprising me with the desperation in her voice. "PLEASE!" And I did. In an instant, the emotion was completely shot. I could see anguish and need in her eyes. She looked like I must have looked last night, on the edge of coming, but not there. Why did she beg me to stop? "So now you know, Supergirl," she confessed with shame and tears in her eyes. "I can't come. I've never been able to have an orgasm. I've tried with many lovers, but no one could make me come. There is nothing more frustrating! It is frustrating to my lovers as well, and that's why I have none." I looked away, feeling very bad. I never wanted to hurt her like this. I only wanted to give her the same wonderful, humiliating, overwhelming, devastating, mind- shattering orgasm she gave me last night. "I'm sorry Selina, I had no idea." "Andrew never told you?" She said. "What the hell did he tell you? That damned egotistic sonofabitch never could face the truth." "Quiet!" a voice said from the darkness, and Andrew stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. Selina sneered at him, "You never could accept it!" And then she whispered to me, ignoring him, "Haven't you ever wondered why he is so mad at me? It's not because of something I did. He knew who I was when he got involved with me. No, it's because of something I didn't do, something I couldn't do..." "Shut up!" Andrew commanded. "Something he couldn't do for me!" Selina yelled back. Andrew looked at the ground. "I tried my best. I would have done anything for you, but you just gave up." "So you sent Supergirl after me? Why?" She said to Andrew. I felt as though they were talking through me -- as though I wasn't even there. Andrew shrugged. "At first I only wanted for her to bring you back to me. But after last night . . .I thought if anyone could please you, she could." "Well, congratulations, to both of you," Selina said bitterly. "All either of you have succeeded in doing is torturing me, giving me a need that no one can satisfy." Andrew and I looked at each other. I felt a little angry at him, too, for using me yet again, but mostly I shared his anguish. Like him, despite all of my powers, I couldn't give Selina a pleasure that I've always taken for granted. A pleasure that always came so easy for me. A feeling . . . "I, uh, think I know how to give Selina what she needs," I said,. "I have a special power that might help." Andrew and Selina stared at me as if I had three eyes. Andrew finally asked, "What power might that be?" "Let's just say that I think I can share my orgasm with you." "Well," Selina said, "The way I feel right now, I'd be willing to try almost anything. But do I have to have my fucking hands tied?" I helped her up, and untied her hands. "I think we will need Andrew's help to make this work." Andrew raised his hands defensively and laughed, "Oh, now wait a minute . . ." "Common, Andy," Selina teased, "Aren't you just a little bit interested in doing it with two women." "Yeah, Andy," I pushed him further. "That gun in your pocket is growing as we speak." "Don't call me `Andy'!" He said, pointing a finger, but the idea did interest him. "What do you want me to do." "Well, first thing," I said, while lifting my shirt over my head, "you need to get as naked as we are. And then you need to make love to both of us at the same time. When I come, she will come." "But how?" He said, while unbuttoning his shirt. "I only have one dick." "Try this," I said, handing him the flashlight, before I stepped out of my skirt. His eyes locked on my shaved pussy, and I wish he could have seen the smile that brought to my face. I encouraged his naughty thoughts with a quick kiss. "Don't worry about how; I have faith in you. You have other resources besides your dick." Selina grabbed my arm and hissed in my ear, "This had better work." I urged her to lie down with me, on our sides, facing each other, and our legs spread halfway, one leg in the air. "Keep looking at my eyes, don't look at Andrew," I said, as I gently caressed her face. Andrew went to work immediately -- apparently he wanted the job more than he let on. He pushed the flashlight into Selina's pussy, while he chose to eat mine. Our eyes lit up together, and I knew Selina was feeling the wonderful feeling that burst through me when Andrew sucked on my pussy lips. Was this feeling new to her? Could she feel my pussy swelling up with juices? Was her body tingling all over? Yes, I could see it in her eyes. We caressed each other's breasts, while Andrew got more aggressive. I didn't see what he was doing to Selina, but what he was doing to me was wonderful! He grabbed my ass with one hand and plunged his face deep into my hole. My leg shivered, as I struggled to keep it from trapping him inside. Selina and I were breathing together. Our eyes were glistening. Even our hearts were beating as one. Oh, God, Andrew, just a little longer. Don't get tired now! Then Andrew found my clit, and he sucked on it hard! He licked it fast and furiously. Selina and I pawed at other, and we cried out Andrew's name. Our breathing was irregular, and we felt a growing, overwhelming ache inside. This was where lovemaking had always ended for Selina before tonight -- with a deep and agonizing emptiness, needed to be filled. I saw the fear in her eyes, as she worried that suddenly it would end here, leaving her desperate for fulfillment. I touched her face and smiled, thinking of how much this must have meant to her. I thought of how much good I could bring into her life. Andrew pushed two fingers deep within me, pushing us over the edge. Tears ran down our eyes, as a loud humm seemed to shake the roof. And then, slowly, we came back to reality, and found ourselves looking into each other's eyes. Our faces were glowing, and we were both smiling widely. I doubt anyone had ever seen Selina smile so beautifully before. I wanted to get closer to her, to see what was behind her eyes . . . . . . and that's when I knew that this was just the beginning of a bigger relationship. We kissed very gently, very lovingly. This was a very special moment for her, and somehow that made it special for me, too. "Hey," came a voice as if from afar. "What about me?" Selina and I grinned mischievously at each other. We were thinking the same thing. "Oh, yeah, we forgot about you Andrew. Thanks." Selina said, then giggled. "No," Andrew said, "I mean, isn't anyone gonna get me off?" I looked at Selina, she looked at me, and we both shook our heads. "I think I'll let you see what it feels like for a while," Selina said. "Tell you what," I added. "If you bring our clothes back to my place, we may be able to work something out. Next time we want multiple orgasms." And with that, I grabbed Selina and whisked her off into the air, away from the police, and away from Andrew who was screaming bloody-murder after us. -tooshoes@cris.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |