Good Cop

+5% Morality

“I'm not a bad girl, Mikey.” Selina smiled, rounding him again, coming to a stop on her knees between the naked mobster's legs. “You tell me what I want to know, I can make you feel real good...”

To accentuate her point, Selina, giving her hostage one of her most heart-meltingly seductive smiles, closed her hands around his hard cock, and began playfully stroking him.

“Madonna!” Mikey exclaimed. “You're... not bad, bitch, I'll give you that. But if you think this'll make me betray the don, you got another thing coming."

"Who said anything about betraying anyone, darling?" Selina said. "All you have to do is tell me where one itty bitty drive in this gigantic warehouse is, in return you get this."

Redoubling her efforts, Selina drew a groan of heady delight from the crook.

"I'll make you cum like you haven't in years! I promise!"

Closing his eyes, Mikey prayed in Italian, trying everything to hold out.

"Mikey, come on! I can tell when my whole getup gets a guy hard at a glance. I know you love it. You tell me what I wanna know and I'll even let you finish on my suit..." Selina whispered salaciously.

"Otherwise... well, you know I know what I'm doing. I can do this to you all night without you cumming." Selina assured him.

"Christ, and I thought the claws were the ****." Gismondi groaned.

Selina continued to edge the restrained mobster, until he simply couldn't resist any longer.

"Fuck! Fine, I'll talk! The drive you're looking for, it's on the shelves to the south side of the building, the one marked 32."

"Mikey, you're a doll." Selina purred, kissing the thug on his brow.

"'ey, c'mon, you promised you'd finish me. I'm **** here!"

"Well, I guess you did play ball..." Selina said. The loot could wait a couple minutes. Let it never be said Selina Kyle wasn't a woman of her word...

Leaning over Gismondi, Selina resumed her ministrations, stroking the Italian deftly and skillfully, until he finally erupted. He rocked in his chair as he came, fucking Selina's hands with every buck of his hips, sending spurts of his potent cum leaking onto her chest and stomach. Selina couldn't help but enjoy it. Some small, nymphomaniac part of her psyche couldn't help but hope it wasn't the only cum raining down on her that night.

"You want my advice, I'd go back into your office and start acting concussed." Selina advised him, as she cut him loose.

Eager to be free of his bonds, as pleasurable as his detention had ended up being, Gismondi took her suggestion, grabbing his clothes and departing.

Reaching down, Selina couldn't help herself. She scooped a fingerful of the mafioso's cum up and tasted it. Nearly as good as the Bat's had been.

"Okay, Selina, to business." She said to herself, heading for the shelves of Falcone loot.