Partner In Crime

Felicia helped Cindy out of the bar, her right arm wrapped around the Asian girl to make sure she didn’t fall over. Since dragging her partner-in-crime to the bar in the first place, Felicia had kept a steady stream of vodka tonics testing her superhuman resistance to alcohol.

“Now, where’s your car?” Felicia asked, her platinum hair picked up so steadily and yet so casually by the high wind that it was like it was afloat in the evening breeze.

“Over there—that ways—somewhere,” Cindy replied, her words slurring into each other like they had to go through rush hour traffic to get to her lips. “We’re keep walking until we find it, and if we don’t find it, then eventually we’ll get home and then we can call it quits because we’re home already.”

Felicia patted Cindy’s flank, seeing as how the girl was making no effort to pull away from her friendly embrace. “I think I’d better drive.”

“You want my keys?”

“If I couldn’t hot-wire your car, I’d be in no state to drive myself.”

A minute later, Felicia was behind the wheel and Cindy was slumped in the passenger seat, meekly submitting to having her seatbelt buckled for her.

“You know,” Cindy wheezed like steam slowly escaping a kettle once it’d been taken off the burner. “You’re probably the only real friend I really have. All my other friends aren’t my friends, they’re friends of that bastard. That bastard with the big bastard cock.”

“Told you a good dose of Vitamin Alcohol would help.” Felicia started the engine. “At least you’re swearing now. Two hours Peter was ‘that guy.’ Now he’s a bastard with a big bastard cock. Talk about how the devil’s in the details…”

Cindy sat up, trying to focus her eyes before the world through the windshield jolted into motion. “I’m drunk! Drunk! Men did this to me… pheromones… just couldn’t help myself! First he took me from behind like a dog, then he put it in my mouth until I swallowed… God… I probably still have a pint of it in my stomach… you said you wouldn’t leave me alone with that bastard! I told you I couldn’t control myself!”

Felicia put the car into gear. “I thought you were speaking metaphorically. I had no idea you could walk through the wrong door and turn into Spider-Man’s personal sex slave. And in Avengers Mansion no less. Having all those vocal orgasms right in the foyer. If only he had finished in your mouth a little more often, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad. That’s the one time Peter isn’t a talker, when he’s got his cock inside you. Maybe that’s why I keep spreading for him.”

“Bastard. He’s an animal. All men are animals.”

“Yes, honey, all men are animals,” Felicia agreed soothingly. “If only they all had big bastard cocks too. Oh well. Let me take you home. You need to rest. You’ve had a long hard dick. Day.” Felicia winced. “Sorry.”

They drove to the nice apartment Felicia had provided for Silk ever since the girl had agreed to help her become the Queenpin of crime. All the way there, Felicia felt the savory itch in her groin, the tingling of a cunt that was especially sensitive, promising her that if she did something about her ever-present horniness, it would feel so, so good. 

Ever since seeing her inexperienced little protégé on her knees, sucking the Spider so fervently that she gagged on his shaft, Felicia had been unable to shake the thought of driving Cindy to similar lustful lengths. Without the cheat of pheromones either.

She helped Cindy all the way to the bedroom, where she sat her on the edge of the bed. “Let me help you,” Felicia purred, and saw Cindy shudder as she absorbed the sexuality of the words. Whether Cindy knew it or not, she was turned on.

“Thanks… thank you… it’s nice to have someone take my clothes off without ripping anything,” Cindy slurred. “Drank too much… men! Damn them! Damn Peter! All he does is fuck up my life and… and fuck me.”

Felicia unbuttoned Cindy’s dress, starting at the high-cut neckline. It looked better and better the more she undressed. Cindy really should’ve shown herself off more. For Felicia’s money, the best she’d ever looked was with webs all over her. Although after ‘dating’ Peter and his bottomless balls, even Cindy must’ve figured out the implications of that little number. Although then again, she had chosen to call herself Silk…

“We can do without men,” Felicia purred softly, opening up Cindy’s dress over her pleasingly rounded breasts. “There are ways of getting what we need from them without them.” 

For an Asian, Cindy had a nice set of C-cups. Felicia wondered if she and Psylocke went to the same plastic surgeon. Or maybe it was some X-gene mutation that happened in every woman who had enough exposure to spandex. If only something similar happened to the male anatomy. Maybe then Felicia could stop sniffing around Peter and go for one of the Defenders or something.

“Men!” Cindy spat. “All they do is make you come and come and cover you in cum, but then when you’re ready for your fifth time, they’re nowhere to be seen!”

Felicia dragged the open dress from Cindy’s shoulders, then helped her take it off completely. “Let me get your bra,” she said, reaching around Cindy’s body so that their faces were close, their sizable breasts brushing against each other—Felicia’s glowing green eyes gazing hungrily into Cindy’s almond ones. “You don’t need a man, Cindy.”

“I don’t?”

Felicia licked her lips to moisten them, then kissed Cindy. The touch of her lips to Cindy’s was light with friendship, seeing if Cindy was threatened, if she would pull away. When she didn’t, Felicia gave her another kiss full of raw, hungry passion. 

Cindy didn’t resist that either. She gave into it, pressing her lips back against Felicia’s, parting her soft, supple lips to allow Felicia’s tongue into her mouth. And still the cat burglar went for more, all that her greed could capture her, raising her hands to the soft contours of Cindy’s bra and molding her fingers to Cindy’s breasts. She felt the nipples harden inside of Cindy’s bra.

“Mmm! So soft. So sweet,” Felicia cooed, pressing Cindy down to the mattress. “Do you need a man now, Cindy? Or do you just need me?”

Cindy sighed gently, with an edge of panic, like her mouth didn’t know what to express, only that something had to be voiced. And as the unruly sighs escaped her lips, Felicia’s hands stole away to finish their work at the hook of Cindy’s bra, undoing it as she could’ve done long moments ago, before she kissed Cindy. 

Cindy’s bra fell away, exposing her firm, rounded tits. Felicia kissed Cindy’s chin, her neck, and Cindy had no idea where all the kisses were going until Felicia was devouring a hard nipple inside her puckered lips.

“Yumm,” Felicia intoned, kneeling on the floor and leaning over the prone Cindy. 

She sucked as much of Cindy’s ample breast into her mouth as she could. With Cindy’s splayed legs on either side of her, she put her hands on the girl’s rounded calves and slid them upward, enjoying the long, lean legs while inching ever closer to the wet pussy whose heat Felicia could feel simmering against her belly.

“Oh God! What’re you doing to me? What’s happening?” Cindy moaned, her confusion unable to cover up her arousal.

“You’re coming, baby. You just don’t know it yet.” Kittenishly, Felicia nibbled at Cindy’s engorged nipple. “Just like you don’t know what a hot little bitch you’ll be for the right tongue. No more Mr. Nice Peter. Time to be a bad girl.”