Catwoman, Batman and Zatanna

“How long do you have?” I asked.

“The board meeting’s not for a week. I only found out yesterday! They probably won’t fire me too quickly, they won’t want it to look like they made a mistake. But they won't wait long…I’ll definitely be Gotham Insurance’s shortest ever CEO.”

“Unless you get them back, right? You only pay out, if the collection’s lost?”

“Yeah, that’s how insurance works, but I’m not getting shit back from Catwoman, I’m not fucking Batman and neither are my investigators! We’re good, but we’re not that fucking good and neither are you, don’t even think it.”

“I’m not. But Batman is,” I pulled out my phone and retrieved the card Zatanna had given me from my wallet.

Her eyes flickered as she tried to figure out what I was talking about. I began to dial and put the phone on speaker. Zatanna answered the phone, “Mr. Cain, have you changed your mind?”

“Only if Batman can retrieve the Cats-eye Diamond Collection, which Catwoman stole. If he can, I’ll help. If not, I won’t. But I’m not doing shit until it’s returned.”

I could damn near hear Zatanna staring at the phone in confusion. “I’ll let him know, but we only have a few days, can you go first, if Batman promises results?”

Diamond spoke up. “No!” and she hung up the phone. That was probably not intended as an answer, but actually as a denial of this whole proposal. “I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed to fix my fuck up!”

“I’m not going to get myself killed. I’ve got an ace up my sleeve. Believe me!”

And she did. She couldn’t not. “It’s still a massive risk! Even if you don’t die, she could burn you! She could burn off your dick and then what use would you be to any of us?”

That was such a wild swing that I actually began to laugh and she pushed me over and a moment later, she’d ripped my clothes and hers off, mounted me and was riding me rapidly, hell, she was riding me rabidly.

I spanked her ass in encouragement as she fucked me into couch. But she was spanking it too, like she was jockey and horse alike as her cunt squeezed me like it was trying to keep my from going by sheer **** of pussy muscles.

Neither of us lasted long before we burst into a mutual orgasm and she leaned over me kissing me.

“Dammit…” she whispered.

“What?”

“I…thank you…but I never wanted to put you in danger.”

”I’m…not in as much danger as you might think.”

“Why not? What’s this ace of yours?”

I wasn’t going to get a better straight line than that. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t ruin everything as I was still inside her, her breasts pressed against my chest, her taste on my lips and me as her hero. I don’t know that she wanted a hero, but I wanted to be her hero and didn’t want to ruin it. So I smirked, “I’ll tell you after the fact, just in case,” I said.

Diamond gave me a look, but she smiled afterwards. “Deal. Now, it’s time to reward the big hero,” she said, sliding to her knees and showing me how a true expert gives head.

Guilt tried to intrude, but pleasure drove it out and I quite enjoyed the rest of my evening. I didn’t enjoy the conversation with Asa that followed. She knew what my aces were and was not fucking impressed. Nor was she impressed that I’d chickened out on telling Diamond the truth.

Neither was I, but it was done. So much for fucking Thursday.