The Pussy Cat (Felicity Lyons)

“The Pussy Cat...” You silently mouthed this to yourself as you read the name on the dressing room door. The nickname for this wrestler instantly reminded you of Cat Woman and the fact that the fictional character wore a black suit that hugged her body. The thought of the fictional character made you wonder if your opponent would wear something similar.

After clearing your thoughts you knocked on the door and noticed that there was no response. “Umm, Hello?” You knocked on it again and noticed that it slowly opened up and revealed that the lights were on. You hesitated a moment before entering the room, looking for its occupant.

Once you were fully in the room you noticed that there were a lot of items decorating the walls and on a table in the corner of the room. These items ranged from cellphones, watches, necklaces, to credit cards. The sight of these Items were confusing and interesting at the same time. Why... why would a wrestler have all these items on the wall like prized trophies? Whatever the case, you did wonder where the owner of said room was.

Sadly, she was a lot closer then you knew. When you opened the doors she was right there, using the large piece of wood as a sort of shield to conceal herself. She was definitely intrigued by you. This was the first time that she’s seen a man inside of the facility, especially one that had wondered into her room.

Once you were far enough away from the door she slowly started to close it, using her ample posterior to do the work so she could keep an eye on you. After a second of backing into the door there was a soft click, signaling that it was closed all the way. With that out of the way she smiled and slowly crept up behind you, like a cat getting ready to pounce.

Right before you turned around she leaped forwards and pulled you into a tight hug, the **** of it pushing your head against her breast and into her cleavage some. You initially blushed from the feeling of her creamy flesh surrounding your head but you knew that this wasn’t a good time to give into temptation. “What in the- why are you doing this?!” Felicity smiled as she felt you squirm and struggle against her chest. The feeling of overpowering someone always made her feel happy and in control.

“Well well well, what do we have here? It seems that a cute little man has decided to sneak into my room. Usually I’m the one that does the sneaking around here so I’m not sure how I feel about someone else doing my gig.” As you continued to squirm in her grasp she’d occasionally pull against your body to push your head back into her cleavage. “I’m not here to sneak into your room! I’m... a new wrestler here. Touko told me to meet the opponent that I’d be fighting.”

Felicity was a little surprised to hear that you were going to be a new wrestler, especially one that’d be fighting her. She wasn’t complaining about it though. She was just amused at the idea of a small man like you fighting a giant and sexy girl like her. “I heard that Touko was going to get a male fighter here eventually. I just didn’t expect one to be so cute and tiny. You’re more like a mouse to this big cat.” Hopefully Felicity’s joke won’t prove to be a reality in the near future.

After another minute of pulling your head into her cleavage (and your face being bright red) she finally let you go, letting you land on your feet. When you turned around to look at your future opponent your jaw dropped at the sight of the “pussy cat.” She was wearing a full-body latex suit that hugged every curve and complimented her entire figure. Her breast (or booby trap in her mind) showed an ample amount of creamy cleavage due to the zipper on her suit being pulled down, just enough to show that she was wearing a black bra. Besides that, her costume had a utility belt, (either to complete the outfit or there was some actually use for it) and a black mask that covered her eyes.

After staring her for a solid minute she coughed, bringing your mind back to reality. “Right, remember why you’re here,” you thought. Another second later and you too, cleared your own throat. This time, trying to find the right words to say. “Well, I’m Tommy, Tommy the Terrible.” You do air quotes with your fingers as you say your stage name. “I wanted to ask... if you could go easy on me, since it’s my first match and I’m knew to this place.” You weren’t going to tell her about your “condition” since you had a feeling that this person would likely exploit it then help you cure it.

After you gave Felicity your proposition she put her hand to her chin, acting like she was thinking. That wasn’t the only thing she did though. While she had her hand to her chin she started to walk around you, making sure to give her hips and waist an extra sway. The sight alone made you stare and turn your body whenever the playful kitty got out of view.

As you followed and stared at felicity she was smiling internally. Even though you were new to the league she was starting the enjoy your presence. Not in the way as a friend but something/someone to play with. She was a cat after all. Attention and toys were what she liked.

After a moment she stopped and turned towards you, a small smile starting to spread across her face. You were concerned as to what this would mean for you.