Felicity makes it to her room with you uninterrupted

--This chapter was written by Bortimer, posted with his permission.

Felicity walked lightly into her room and locked the door. Finally!

She unzipped her tight latex body suit and reached in to fetch you out. It took a moment to find you, but there you were, sandwiched safely between her tits (along with a gold chain and a couple of necklaces which also had until recently belonged to someone else.) She lifted you up and took a long look at you. You wanted to return the favor, but all you could manage was to lay in her palm sucking in deep breaths after being trapped.

"So you're big bad Tommy the Terrible, huh?" she said with a giggle. Hearing your own name helped you to ground yourself. You looked up and got your first really good look at Felicity. She was a bombshell for sure as you'd seen already, and you knew firsthand that her boobs were a **** all their own, but seeing them from the outside revealed that her bust was probably twice the mass that you'd guessed it to be from your vantage point between them. She was a tall, slender, sporting some impressive muscle and bone structure. "Yeah," you replied shakily, working hard to look up at her face but failing. "Yeah, that's me." She had not yet zipped up her suit after retrieving him, so you were getting quite the show. "Thanks, I guess," you added.

"Thanks for what?"

"For... for saving me from Tina," you replied slowly. "Although I think at the moment I didn't know if I wanted to be saved. She had some kind of power over me that I--" You were cut off as Felicity laughed.

"If you were hoping for a rescue, you should have been praying for Wonder Bust to be in that match or something," she said. "Sorry to break it to you, pipsqueak, but my actions here have very little to do with your well-being." Your expression dropped. "Hey now, don't get too moody," she said with a teasing pout. "I think I've demonstrated that even when I'm selfish, you get to have some fun." She accentuated this thought by pressing her tits together and reabsorbing your attention between them. "I'm Felicity Lyons. I don't know if you heard much about me through all that ass, but they call me the Pussy Cat, and I plucked you from that bitchy buttcrack because I couldn't quite accept the idea of somebody having something that I didn't. To be frank, little man," she said pulling you close to her face, "I think Tina had the right idea about what to do with you."

"Hey, wait," you began to protest. "You can't--"

"Trust me, my pet," she said in a self-satisfied way. "No matter how that sentence could have ended, it was going to be wrong. I can do literally whatever I want with you, and right now, I want to do a little experimentation." She closed her hand around you and shoved you...