My Life Of Crime

by

Flexman

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This is a sequel to “How I Spent My Summer Vacation”.

           Helena Bertinelli, A.K.A. the Huntress, stood completely naked except for her purple mask firmly on her face. The rest of her uniform is draped on the chair. Her body is amazing, hard and muscular, but not like a lady bodybuilder, more like the combination of sprinter and gymnast with a shot of swim suit model thrown in. Her calves are diamond shaped, her flat abs ridged, with long silky shoulder length black hair and like all my women, her cunt completely shaved smooth. She has large muscular feet, just the way I like them; yeah, I got a foot fetish, so fucking what? Despite all those magnificent assets the feature that immediately grabs and keeps your attention are her tits; they’re nice size, but it’s her aeorla that stand out, they’re huge. Larger then coke can size, they are absolutely incredible and when she gets aroused and they engorge, those nipples become unreal. They become the stuff of myth and legend. I can never take my eyes, tongue or teeth off of them.

          As I sat there admiring her, I was, for a change, able to take my eyes of her magnificent body and tits. Tonight I have what you might call an embarrassment of riches, for stand right next to Hunty, also looking at her was one Selina Kyle, A.K.A. Catwoman. Cats is just as naked as Hunty, wearing nothing but her mask. Cats is in just as great a shape as Hunty, her body always reminds me of Jeri Ryan in her Seven Of Nine suit on Star Trek. Her hips and ass are chiseled tight, her abs also flat and ridged, her tits are actually a little bigger then Hunty’s, but her nipples are only medium size. Her cunt is also shaved; I insisted. Her feet are sexy too. They look exactly like Naomi Watts’ feet looked when she posed for the cover of Vanity Fair. Cats’ big feature is her full lips, it’s one of the great joys of my life to see them wrapped around my cock, as they frequently are; so I have a lot of joy in my life.

          We were in Cats’ townhouse in the tenderloin district of Gotham City. Ordinarily, these two women are sworn enemies. Cats is a master jewel thief and criminal. Hunty is a heroine. Actually, Hunty is a school teacher who, at night, puts on a tight uniform, complete with mask, long cape and knee high boots, and goes off to fight crime. Weird, hue? Anyway, tonight, at my insistence, there’s a truce. Well, if you want to get technical, it’s actually called an orgy, but the point is these two women are here with me for some fun. I actually have another girlfriend who likes to dress up as a heroine and fight crime, but I haven’t as yet been able to convince Bats to get it on with Cats. She and Cats are enemies, but Hunty is more adventurous then Bats.

          Cats starts the festivities, she boldly approaches Hunty and french kisses her while caressing her breasts. As she manipulates those massive nipples, it becomes obvious Hunty is responding, as those nipples begin inflating to gigantic proportion and she kisses Cats back with equal intensity. Cats moves her mouth to Hunt’s breast, cupping them with her hands. Her tongue rolling the pumped nipple and lightly biting it. She them kisses the rest of the fat tit. Hunty arches her back pushing her tit in to Cat’s mouth. She’s definitely aroused, trust me, I can tell when she’s aroused; I have a lot of experience in that department.

          As Cats works on Hunty’s other tit, her hand moves down to Hunty’s shaven mound, her fingers massage the labia lips, Hunty’s getting wet. She slips her finger in to her vagina and slowly slides it in and out of the wet hole. Cats then puts in two fingers and pumps faster while playing with Hunty’s clit. Hunty starts banging her hips against Cats’ hand. She going to climax, it written all over her face. She moans, her hand reaches up and grabs Cat’s hair, pulls her head back and kisses her hard all the while Cats keep her hand going in and out of Hunty’s pussy. Hunty trembles for a minute then explodes. She give a scream as her juices flow down all over Cats’ hand and keeps going down her leg. One thing about Hunty, she cums a lot, a whole lot. Cat’s continues stroking Hunty’s clit through the whole orgasm, as Hunty clamps her pussy on her fingers. When it’s over Hunty collapses face up on the floor. She’s covered with sweat and still breathing hard, her breasts rise and fall.

          Cats stands over Hunty’s prone body, hands on her hips, looking down on her triumphantly. To Cats it’s a power thing. It’s weird, when she’s with me she’s demur and likes it when I order her around, gets off on following my orders. She even loves to be spanked, a lot, a big turn on for her. But, as Kitty once told me, with women she the exact opposite; likes to take control and make the woman she’s fucking subservient to her. She’s not done with Hunty yet. She has this basin of warm water on the table near by. She gets a wash cloth, completely soaks it in the basin and then lathers it up with lotion. She then get Hunty back on her feet and begins massaging each of Hunty’s breasts with the wash cloth, taking her time. She does this for several minutes until Hunty’s nipples are again engorged and rock hard. Then works the wash cloth down to Hunty’s ass and massages her there, thoroughly, eventually sticking her finger through the cloth in to Hunty’s anus. This takes Hunty completely by surprise, as Cats sticks the cloth in and out of Hunty’s asshole. Hunty starts quivering and moaning again. I swear I thought I saw Hunty’s eyes almost go cross eyed. Cats doesn’t stop there. She soaks the cloth again and works her way down between Hunty’s legs. She manipulates Hunty’s labia and clit with the cloth and Hunty’s moans grow louder. At that point Cats leads Hunty to the king size bed where they promptly get in to a sixty-nine. Hunty was on top, facing away from me. I stood there watching Cats bury her face in to Hunty’s pussy, as her juices generously flowed on Cat’s face. Hunty’s body started spasm. Another orgasm was coming. Cats was also climaxing as Hunty’s tongue worked her clit.

          At this point I was ready to go in. My cock is stiff enough for me to play the piano with it. Cats had just gotten over her climax and like reading my mind she signaled me to come on in. As I got behind Hunty, Cats grabbed my cock and helped me insert it in to Hunty’s super wet cunt. Hunty liked it, I can tell, I’ve been here before. She started pushing her ass against me as I’m fucking her. I leaned forward and started playing with her dangling tits. Hunty liked that too, she shuddered as I played with her flushed nipples. I almost forgot about Cats, but she reminded me in a big way when she started sucking on my bouncing balls and shoved her finger in to my asshole. Hunty’s third orgasm hit her hard as I was still pumping away at her.

          Wow, that combination of Hunty’s tight pussy engulfing my cock and Cat’s teasing is driving me crazy. Cats had the timing figured out because just as I was about to shot my wad, she pulled my cock of Hunty’s pussy and pointed it in the direction of Hunty’s ass. I cum all over her peach shaped ass and she seemed to enjoy that as well as everything else happening to her.

          I was spent and needed a few minutes to recharge. Cats decided to take my place. Her mouth replaced my cock in Hunty’s cunt and started frantically licking her juices. Hunty’s fourth orgasm hit her a short while later and that was all she wrote for Hunty. She collapsed from exhaustion and was pretty much out of it. Hunty reacts to multiple orgasms in a strange way. She laid there almost unconscious, totally out of it. She breathed through her open mouth and had this look of someone who took a bad beating, minus the bruises and contusions. She’s completely helpless. This please Cats immensely, like I said, she in to the power thing when it comes to her lesbian sex. He picks up Hunty, whose as limp as a rag doll, drops her on the floor and puts her bare foot Hunty’s ass.

          “So this is the great Huntress?” Cats says. “Does look like much lying there with her tits and ass hanging out like that. Who would have thought just a few intense orgasms is all it takes to defeat her.”

She reaches down between Hunty’s legs, sticks her index and forefingers in to Hunty’s cunt and lifts Hunty’s hips a few inches off the ground, then drops it. This amuses her as she laughs. She grabs Hunty’s black hair and lifts her head off the ground. Hunty’s completely oblivious to the whole thing.

          “I can pull her mask off, take pictures of her face and end her crime fighting career right now. Not a thing she can do to stop me.”

          I sat there watching the whole thing. “Yeah, you could,” I said. “But you won’t.”

          Still holding Hunty’s head by her hair, Cats looked at me. “Are you kidding? You know what this bitch has done to me in the past? This is my chance to get my revenge.”

          “Selena. I’m warning you. You end her crime fighting career and I’ll end you’re career and probably your life as well. I swear I’ll release the emails to Joker and Bane. I’m not bluffing.”

          She stood there looking pissed at me. “After everything, all the great sex and good times, you’d turn me in?”

          I shrugged. “Hey, I’ve known Hunty longer then I’ve known you. Besides, I gave her my word. That’s one of the ways I convinced her to come here, so you’re not going to screw it up. I’m still trying to convince Batgirl to also come along.”

          I swear she looked like she was pouting, but resigned. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me make her drink my piss?”

There’s no doubt about it, there’s something not right with that woman.

          “Fraid not.”

          “Well, at least I can do this.” She used Hunty’s hair to wipe her cunt.

          I put Hunty back on the bed and Cats and I went in to the other room. I figured we’d all take a shower together later. She grabs me a cold beer from the small fridge and pours herself a glass of wine.

          “Have you considered helping me with a job?” She asked me.

          I have been helping Cats pull some jobs. She’s got another score in mind and needs my help with a security computer.

          “What job?”

          She stood tall, her tits pointing at me. “I need your help to steal the Shacarey Diamond.”

          “Why?”

          She looked confused. “Why do I need your help or why do I want to steal it?”

          “Why do you want to steal it?”

          “Are you kidding? Do you know what it’s worth?”

          “Yeah, it’s insured for around sixty-five thousand.”

          “And you don’t think that’s a good night’s haul?”

          I had to smile, it was funny. “Cats, you’re not going to get anywhere near sixty-five thousand for it. You’re lucky if you get twenty-five cents on the dollar from the fences. The insurance company is not going to do any better and if you want to cut it up and sell it yourself you’re going to have to get a cutter involved and hope to hell he doesn’t screw it up or you don’t get anything. So, no I don’t consider it a good’s night haul.”

          She looked disappointed. For her it’s not just about the money, Cats gets a perverse pleasure in stealing jewelry. I don’t know what it is about it but it’s important to her. Unfortunately, for me it is about the money.

          Finally, she asks, “So what do you suggest?”

           This gave me an opportunity to steer the conversation to where I wanted to take it. “You know,” I said. “Stealing jewels is such a sixties/seventies type of thing. This is the twenty-first century, you have to get with the times.” She looks at me like I just ordered her to walk naked in to Gotham City police headquarters and give herself up. “Industrial espionage and insider trading,” I go on. “It’s the modern way to get rich.”

           “What are you talking about?”

          “I’ll spell it out for you. There’s a small kingdom in the Persian Gulf called Gem Hadar. As you might expect, they have tons of oil. Up to now the royal family that runs the place spends the money on luxury palaces and fast sports cars when they’re not too busy inbreeding. Recently a new prime minister decided to spend some of the oil revenue on something important; he wants to modernize the country’s telecommunication network; fiber optics, cell towers, Wi-Fi hot zones, the whole works. A one point eight billion dollar contract up for bids. After initial bids cleared out all the wanna be’s, it’s down to two companies: Lex-Corps from the United States and a french company called La Chiron. Final bids are due the middle of next week. Question, how much do you think Lex-Corps will pay to have a look at La Chiron’s final bid before it’s due?”

          Cats thought about it for a minute, then it hits her. “You already asked them.” A statement, not a question.

          I smiled again. “I’ve exchanged text messages with Lou Asher, Lex-Corps’ VP in charge of the Gem Hadar project. I fixed it so he can’t trace them so we’re safe. I got him up to four million dollars.”

          “But how do you know he’ll pay once we get him La Chiron’s bid?”

          “That’s not a problem. Asher’s been embezzling from Lex-Corp. Not a lot, just enough to keep his mistress happy. I’ve hack in to his computer and got his off shore bank records. If he double crosses us I’ll email those records to Lex Luthor and Luthor will feed Asher to his Afghan hounds.”

          “You’re a very hard person to say no to.”

          “You should know. Anyway, La Chiron is working on their final bid here in Gotham City because they need to coordinate with their American partner, Wayne Industries. Problem, the bid is not on a computer I can access on-line. You have to get me in. I’ll hack in to the database, download the bid and we’re good to go and that only half of it.”

          “What else is there?”

          She was interested, that’s good. “Question, what do you think will happen to Lex-Corps stock when they win the bid?”

          Cats shrugged. “It’ll go up.”

          “Right, and La Chiron’s stock will go down. So, we set up some dummy corporations overseas, use them to go long on Lex-Corps stock and short on La Chiron’s. As long as we don’t get too greedy, we’ll clear another two million tax free. We end up splitting six million,” my smile grew. “That’s what I call a good nights work.”

          She stared at me for a moment, as she thought it through. Finally, a smile came on her face. “You know, I’m only eleven years older then you, but sometimes you make feel older, much older. I like it.”

          By this time my cock was already hard again, Cats notice. She walked over to me and gracefully swing her leg over my lap, straddling me as she faces me. She lowered her cunt, sliding down on my cock and begins pumping away. Nice way to end an evening.

          My name is Riley Parkin and I’m go to college at Gotham University. Technically I’m in my second year, in reality I took tests which allowed me to skip most of my freshman courses, so I’m actually in my third year. I was able to do this because I’m a genius. Yeah, yeah, I know, that sounds so arrogant, but it’s true and I have the IQ test scores to prove it. Besides even without the test scores, it’s still obvious. You have to go all the way back to my first year of junior high to find the last time I got less then an A in a class. That was a B plus in English. That’s right, I went through the rest of junior high and high school without getting anything less then A in every course I took. I graduated class valedictorian, national honor society and I got a full academic scholarship at GU. The trend continues in college, I’ve so far ace all my courses. This is in line with my master plane. It goes like this; my two passions in life have always been computers and consumer electronics. So my master plan has always been to get degrees in my two favorite subject, computer science and electrical engineering, graduate at the top of my class and get offered a top design job at one of giant electronic companies where I can design the equipment, not just lust after it.

          Of course, the flip side of being a genius is I’m also a geek. Yeah, just ask my father, he’ll tell you, I’m one of those; natural born loner, no close friends, not in to sport, a tall skinny guy who couldn’t get a girl to even look at him. I even looked the part of a genuine geek; bad long hair, thick frame glasses, all right out of central casting. Then in my junior year things began to change. I needed some cash so I took a part time job at one of those large electronic super stores, out on Route 80, doing receipts in the back office. I didn’t stay in the back office long, my knowledge of the products was so obvious that the sales manager decided to take a chance on me. He took me to his barber who gave me a short “stylish” cut, then took me to the eyeglass store where my thick geeky glasses were replaced by light, cool, wire rim ones. His gamble paid off, in no time I became the top part-time salesman in the store. I produced so well that to this day he still bugs me to blow off college and come work at the store full time. That wasn’t the only reason my life started to change, you see, there’s something else I should tell you about myself; I’m a thief.

          Hey, what do you expect. Someone who is so in to electronics and computer, working at place like that, now that’s temptation. I figured out how to beat their alarm system and learned how to pick locks. I started coming back to the store after they closed and helping myself to merchandise, not a lot, just a few things I wanted. Look at it this way, if I decided to buy the stuff, they would have given me an employee discount. I just took that concept a little further. Anyway, it’s my little breaking and entering habit that got me my three present mistresses.

          About this time last year, a week before I graduated high school, I sneaked in to the store at midnight. I had my eye on a laptop computer I was going to need for college. This was going to be the last time. Unfortunately, a super heroine named Batgirl was staking out the store and confronted me. I was screwed. I saw my life burning down in front of me. With a conviction I’d lose my scholarship and I’d last all of five minutes in prison. To make a long story short, with the help of a stun gun, I managed to turn the tables and caught her. I found out her secret identity, Barbara Gordon, and blackmailed her in to becoming my fucktoy. Isn’t that a hell of a way to lose your virginity? A few weeks later she had her friend, Hunty, came after me. I turned the tables on her too and made her in to my fucktoy. I got to tell you, that was one great summer. What to know what’s really weird? The only sex I’ve ever had is with heroines and villainess. I’ve never had sex with a regular girl, no waitresses, secretaries or stewardesses, just women who get dressed up in skin tight costumes and go off in the night. Most guys never even see a heroine or villainess in their whole life. Me, I regularly fuck three of them, any way I want. Weird, hue?

          Back to the present. Two days after the orgy, Cats calls me and asks me to come over. I walked in and almost jump. There’s this woman standing there. Never saw her before. She was old, in her fifties, gray hair, lot of wrinkles with a hooked nose. She wore blue overalls with the words Executive Janitorial stenciled in white on the left of her chest and black Reeboks, We stared at each others for a minute. Then she started to laugh. I don’t recognizes the face but the laugh I’ve heard plenty of times, it was Cats. I’ve been sleeping with the woman for almost a year, I know every inch of her body and face and I still didn’t have a clue, it’s fucking amazing.

          “Hurry up, we don’t have much time.”

          “For what?”

          “To get you ready.” She points to this chair in front of a vanity table with a large mirror. I sit and she gets to work.

          “We’re sneaking in with the janitor crew?” I ask.

          “You got it.”

          It takes her almost an hour for her to finish but when she’s done I can’t recognize myself. I’m wearing a wig, new eyebrows, phoney mustache and even darker color skin. When she’s done I look Mexican and ten years older. It’s really weird to look at myself in the large mirror. It’s like I’m looking at a stranger.

          “You’re good,” I said.

          “Tell me again when this is over.”

          I put on the same kind of blue overalls she’s wearing. Then she take a passport size photo of me with a digital camera, she inserts the disc in her computer and begins manipulating the picture. 

          “Want me to do it?” I ask her.

          “No I can manage.” When done she has my badge laminated and hands it to me. It has a picture of my new looks on there. My name is Vincente Delago.

          “How did you get the original badge?”

          She smiles. “ I picked a guy’s pocket, use it to make copies and returned his to the company. I told them I found it in the parking lot. Just an honest citizen.”

          “Please tell me your prints or DNA were not on it?”

          “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before. It is, after all, how I make my living.”

          We drove to the Reston Building, six of it’s floors are the Gotham headquarters of La Chiron. We waited for an hour in the car, until the night cleaning crew reported for duty. We went in with them. I kept telling myself it can’t be this easy, but it was. A guard just glanced at our badges and waved us in. We sneaked in to the room where the electronic circuits for the security systems are housed. I did my work on the buildings security cameras and a couple of the alarms. When done we made our way up to the thirty-fourth floor. She got us in to the executive suite and took me straight to the a workstation. It took me twenty three minutes exactly to hack my way in, a few minutes to download the data and another few minutes to cover my tracks. Then we made sure everything was the way it was, just like we were never there. We went back to the circuit room, where I undid everything, also making like we was never there. Then we waited in a janitor closet until it was break time and then just casually walked out. As easy as that.

          Next day I emailed Asher the data and a not so gentle reminder of what he owed us. He responded he would transfer the money the day after the winner was announced. Fair enough. I then went about setting up a few dummy corporations through overseas banks. I use them as fronts to buy stock futures contracts on Lex-Corps and La Chiron stock, all on margin of course. The rest is history. Two weeks later the Gem Hadar government announces they are awarding the contract to Lex-Corps. Asher deposit four million in to my account and I sold the futures contracts for a net profit of two million, one hundred and fifty-three thousand dollars. I folded the dummy corporation, deposit three million in Cats’ numbered account and the rest in to mine. I still had the two million in there that I made last year. At this rate I’ll be able to retire before I graduated, wouldn’t that be cool?

          You want to know the best part is? We don’t have to worry about any idiot super heros. Insider trading and industrial spying are not the type of crimes they deal with. Guys like Superman, Batman and WonderBra are too busy with alien invasions, evil masterminds trying to conquer the world and just plain violent criminals, to worry about white collar crimes. Still I couldn’t get over how easy it was; no hassle, no risk, nothing. It looks like we pulled the perfect crime. Of course, I could be wrong.

          Paul Drachs slammed his fist on Bruce Wayne’s desk. “He knew! Luthor knew what our bid was going to be. I’m telling you he rigged it.”

          Bruce Wayne sat back in his high back chair. “How do you know this?” he asked.

          “I just know!”

          “What do you mean you just know? That’s not good enough. You sound like just another sore loser. No one’s going to take you serious.”

          “I’m telling you I know.”

          “Paul, don’t waste my time. If you know something spit it out. Put up or shut up.”

          Drachs hesitated for a moment. He looked out the window.

          “I know he rigged it because I saw his bid two weeks before it was due. I have someone in his staff. We immediately tailored our bid to beat his. The only way he could have beaten us is if he saw our bid after we redid it and then altered his to compensate for it.”

          Wayne smiled and slowly shook his head. “So what your saying is Luthor out spied you. I’m not a lawyer, but I wouldn’t go to court with that kind evidence. You’re liable to find yourself leaving in handcuffs.”

          “How I know is not the point. The point is he rigged it and if we can prove it, we can sue him for a billion dollars.”

          “And how do you plan on doing that?”

          Drachs pulled some photographs from a large envelope he brought with him and spread them out on Wayne’s desk. “This is the from our security cameras. Shows the night cleaning crew reporting for work three weeks ago. By our count there were two extra people who came in with them. We enlarged head shots of each one and showed them to the personnel director at Executive Janitorial.”

          He pointed to two photo. One was that of a hispanic woman in her fifties, the other was of a hispanic man in his mid-thirties.

          “They can’t identify these two; no idea who they are.”

          Wayne studied the two photos intensely. “And your saying they just walked in with the rest of the staff and no one noticed?”

          “They had badges and besides no one ever pays attention to the janitors. Whomever these two were they managed to disable the security cameras in one of the elevators and on several floors and they were slick, our security people didn’t notice because they made the monitors play the feed from the prior day. Then they hacked in to our data base, despite some of best network security money can buy. I’ll tell you, one of them has to be a techno wizard to pull this off the way they did.”

          Wayne suddenly stared at him more intensely. The look in his eye unnerved Drachs.

          “What? What did you just call them?”

          “I said one of the thieves must be a techno wizard, you know a genius, to have hacked in to our database. It’s an expression some of my wiz kids in the lab use. It slang for someone who impresses them with his technical skill and knowledge. Someone who is better then they are.”

          Wayne let the words sink in for a moment, he then picks up the photo of the woman and studied it closely for several minutes.

          Finally, he looks back at Drachs. “Ok, Paul, I’ll have my people look in to it.”

2 days later:

          Dick Grayson, A.K.A. Nightwing, examined the photo of the woman with a magnify glass. After several moments he looks up at Wayne.

          “Yeah, I suppose it could be Catwoman,” he says. “She is a master of disguise. It could also be any number of other people, what makes you so sure it’s her? She’s a jewel thief, industrial espionage is little out of her league.”

          “I have a feeling she’s expanding.”

          “Why?”

          “When Paul said some genius techno wizard was involved it struck a chord. For the past nine months now something has been going on with not only Catwoman, but also with Batgirl and Huntress. All three have changed the way they operate.”

          “Change?” How?”

          “Catwomen for example, her jobs had become more complex, better planned out and her execution almost flawless. She even expanded in to a new area, recoveries. She has been recovering stolen items from crime lords and returning them, collecting fat recovery fees from the insurance companies. Batgirl had cut down on her patrols and instead taking on her own missions. She stopped relying on the information I give her, she’s getting her own from somewhere else. Huntress is more focused. She’s no longer using a scattershot approach to attacking the mob. She’s getting more inside information, doing more precision strikes in to their key operations. She’s doing more damage then ever before. Another thing, it’s not just the intelligence they’re getting, all three women are now using more sophisticated gear, their equipment has been upgraded. They’re all getting help from someone with a high degree of technical expertise.”

          “That doesn’t make sense. I can believe Batgirl and Huntress might get together and work with someone, but Catwoman? They’re enemies and on different sides of the law, Batgirl and Huntress would never work with her.”

          “It does seem unlikely, but all the changes started taking place around the same time, that can’t be a coincidence.”

          “So you think someone is playing both sides against the middle? But even if you prove they are working with someone, that’s still a long way from proving they help Luther rig the bidding?”

          “Right now I just want to find out what’s going on. We’ll worry about the rest later. We got to stake out Batgirl and Huntress.”

          “That’s not going to be easy and besides we don’t exactly have the time. We both have other operations going on.”

          “Then we’ll get help. I have someone in mind who should be able to do the job.”

TO BE CONTINUED