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 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...

   *

   ^,^

   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."

   ^,^

   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.

   ^,^

   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."

   ^,^

   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...

   ^,^

   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...