11:00 AM, Wayne Manor Living Room Hey kids. How is Bruce doing?He's doing alot better. Thanks for asking Selina. Bruce is in the ICU. Why are you dressed so hot? Aww! Aren't you a precious little kitten! How degrading. What? You dont like cats? It was a complement. Translated it means: Well, aren't you cute. Oh. Yeah cats are cool, they dont bark or make loud noises, and you dont have to let them out when they do their business. Thanks then, I guess. I've got some studying to do, I'll catch up with you two later. Selina sits next to you on the couch and kicks her heels off. She then puts her feet on your lap. W-why'd you do that? I saw you massaging Barbara's feet when I walked in. And these heels kill my feet. I l-lost a b-bet. Why so nervous? She wiggles her toes a bit, wafting their scent towards you. They're painted a sexy hot pink color. The smell is starting to get to you. Another 3 seconds pass and you go to town kissing and licking her feet madly. She pets you like a cat the whole time. Good kitty. The name no longer bothers you, as you're way too interested in her feet to care about anything else right now. She pulls her feet away. Why'd you do that! You need to learn some control. Trust me, you'll thank me later. Now, give me a proper foot massage and I'll consider giving you some more fun time at my feet. Fine. Fine what? Fine Selina. You grab one of her feet and start rubbing it, making good use of your videogame skills by masterfully working your fingers on her feet. She's... Purring? Happily the whole time. You did a purrfect job. Where'd you learn to do that? I play alot of videogames. She brings her foot up to your face and pinches your nose with her toes. She then unclamps it and you take in a strong whiff. It only serves to further your lust because her feet smell like Lavender. Thank you Selina. You've earned it little kitten. She smiles at you. You continue sniffing her foot for the next 15 minutes or so. She takes foot away again, but this time you dont complain. Selina taps her fingers on her chin, wondering what to do next. Alright little kitten, you've served me well. Why dont you do whatever you want to my feet. Wha-whatever? Anything you want cutie. Dont be so shy, I know you're still a kid. But maybe an "Old lady" like me could teach you a thing or two. She winks at you. You're not old! You've probably got 5 years on Barbara, tops. You're gorgeous. She smiles at you seductively in an almost evil way.
Option #1: Let me slip into something more comfortable. She comes back dressed in her Catwoman costume, ties you up with her whip, and gives you a foot-job.
Option #2: Would you like a foot-job to... Calm your little friend down?
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