A surprise visit from Catwoman.

The lock on the door clicked, and he barely dove out of sight before it swung open. Hard heels took two steps into the room before they stopped, and a voice purred “Honestly, can you two at least take it to the bedroom?”

Harley perked up. “I thought we weren’t allowed to bang on your bed any more.”

“That—never mind.” A sigh followed, and Brandon risked peeking at the newcomer, an impressively-endowed woman in a jet-black outfit so tight it put even other superhero costumes to shame. He recognized Catwoman’s mask, but he also recognized the way she strutted across the room like her very presence had every man standing at attention, and she oozed sexuality the way a three-o-clock drunk oozed desperation. She looked directly at him, sighed, walked to within a foot of his body, and plucked Harley’s panties from the sofa. “At least keep your unmentionables unmentionable.”

“Geez, what did you get your tail caught in?”

“Harley,” Ivy chided, and the blonde pouted but returned to nuzzling Ivy’s neck. “Not a great night on the prowl, I take it?”

“Same as every night these days.” Catwoman’s zipper slipped down her chest with the sultry hum of a satisfied lover. “Catcalls, wolf whistles, and propositions galore. Suddenly everyone in Gotham thinks I’m going to strip for them. I swear, if one more mugger or security guard tells me to call him ‘Daddy’ I’ll do something to get me back on Batwoman’s naughty list.”

“Uhhh,” Harley moaned, two knuckles deep in her own pussy, “pretty sure if you’re meetin’ security guards, you’re already there.”

“Private security, guarding stolen art. Gotham’s heroes have better things to do than lecture me for getting the job done efficiently.” Her mask came off, and Brandon saw the woman under the cat ears for the first time. Honestly, now that he knew this was Catwoman, the resemblance was obvious: wide hips swinging as she walked, a subtle huskiness in every word, always posing as though men were watching, even facial features he might refer to as ‘feline’. She would turn heads without a costume, especially in the black lace lingerie she wore underneath. “Not that the salaried goons are any more civil than the freelancers. If anything, they act like wearing a suit gives them carte blanche to act more lecherous.”

“Tell me about it. Anytime the cops moved me for my interviews, I always caught ‘em lookin’ so hard it was like they could see through my jumpsuit. Really makes a girl miss the women guards at Blackgate, where at least most of them gave me the stinkeye instead of the regular eye.”

Catwoman swayed her whole body as she rolled her panties down her legs, leaving them on the floor while she walked out of them and bent over the back of the couch, a few feet from where Poison Ivy suckled on Harley’s fingers. Leaning forward aided her incredible curves, accentuating her heart-shaped ass and letting her breasts almost spill out of her push-up bra. “I hear that. Nothing’s worse than a beat cop who thinks you’ll trade him a handy for some favor.”

“You get that too? But you’re all respectable and crap.”

Her laugh filled the room with air and pulled her body even tighter, and Brandon had to wait until she stopped to bump her legs open and lower her hips into position for a standing (and ironic) doggystyle reaming. “Nobody’s respectable, Harley. Some people just put on better airs than others. I’m telling you, if you dropped the jester outfit and the clown, your stock would skyrocket.”

“Pfft, Mistah J gives me cock. I mean, stock.” Harley ground her crotch against Ivy’s thigh and fingered her bud, and Ivy bit her lips as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Besides, that ship sailed when I got caught cams out with my gams out. Nobody’s gonna respect someone who humped Batgirl’s face on live TV as much as they respect a sexy, refined cat burglar who kept all her clothes on.”

Catwoman shed the last of her clothes, holding her bra between two fingers and dropping it on top of Harley’s discarded panties. “That’s right, you’ve been in jail. I haven’t told you yet.”

“Told me?”

“I didn’t escape as unscathed as I seem. Ooooooooh, baby…” she moaned, sucking Brandon’s dick inside the moment he pressed it into her pussy.