A Few Other Blocks Away… Keep A Short Leash

Being defeated isn’t exactly something that Felicia is used to… and after everything she learned about that Spider-Whore she knew she should have had the upper hand! Did she get too cocky? Maybe she underestimated her partners libido?

No… no this Spider-Woman is just that good! Even now as she was crawling up the fire escape and climbing in the window of her own apartment she could still feel her cunt pounding and throbbing from the intense fuck that it was given. She wasn’t worried about her loss to the spider, what she was worried about was how her boss was gonna take it.

“You got the package?” A deep voice echoes inside of her apartment that caused the cat burglar to yelp in surprise as she quickly turned around, extending the claws on her finger tips as she made eye contact with the intruder in her apartment, who stared down at her with a look of pure disapproval.

“I ran into a bit of unexpected trouble.” Felicia says, seemingly calming down, as she pushes past Prowler and steps deeper into her small apartment and into the kitchen. She began to fill three different pet-food bowls, assumingely for the three kittens she must have running around in the shadows of this place.

“What kind of trouble?” Prowler asks as she follows Felicia into the kitchen, a growl in her voice that even sent a shiver down the cat burglars spine. Felicia hesitated, for only a second, before she let out a quick sigh and turned back to the woman behind her, a cold look of disdain in her eye.

“Our friendly neighborhood Spider-Skank is more of a threat than we first thought.” Felicia says, holding eye contact as the more dangerous mercenary towers over her in the middle of her apartment. “She was somehow already at the lab when I got there… I tried to use some of the techniques we got off the footage but…” Felicia hesitates for a second, but finds herself biting her lip and giggling a bit as she recalls her most recent outing. “She’s got a few tricks up her sleeve.”

Prowler stares down at Felicia with a small growl, before putting the hand on the sole of her back and leading her out of the very cramped kitchen and back into the living room, where Prowler felt she had more room to breathe. “You’re never gonna be more than Fisk’s personal cum-sock if you don’t start pulling your weight.” Prowler growls again, leading Felicia to the center of the room as she stares down at the curvy beauty of a woman.

“You weren’t there Erin.” Felicia growls back with a confidence that she didn’t really feel, but felt she had to defend herself or risk getting put in an even worse position than she was. “She’s smart, she’s fast, and she’s more slutty than any of us thought.”

“Maybe you just aren’t good enough anymore.” Prowler snaps back as she takes a step closer to the white-haired woman. “Fisk has a soft spot for you because you give good head, I don’t see your worth.”

“Bitch please.” Felicia says, getting angry now as she takes a step forward and pokes one clawed finger into Erin’s chest. “You’ve just gotten soft with all the time you’ve spent with your niece M-“ Felicia’s words were cut off as Erin delivers a swift back-hand to the woman’s cheek, tossing her to the floor with an impossible strength.

“You leave my family out of this.” Erin growls as she grabs Felicia by her clothes and lifts her back to her feet, staring down at her with a glare that sometimes even scares the big boss. “Now if you don’t want me reporting this failure back to Fisk, for that insult, you’re going to need to make it worth my while.” Erin says in a harsh tone, but it only made a smirk grow across Felicia’s face.

“What did you have in mind~?”