The Fitish Cat sculpture glittered in the moonlit room. Those square glass framed ceilings always like to show their shadows on the unsuspecting floor. The rare beauty of this emerald with black swirls cat caught, of course, the woman of all cats. Catwoman stared at her next prize with eyes filled with desire. If the Flash could see her now, his jaw would on how fast Catwoman took it out of its case and carefully into her bag. Smiling at her success, she said "Like taking easy winnings from Candyland!"
Glad with her capture but sad with leave the rest behind, Catwoman ran back to her hole in a window. She escape through there, triggering alarms as she no longer care about being careful. And why should she? They are never going to catch her.
Catwoman arrive back her place through an open window and close it behind her and step into the living room. With all her money she has gain over the years, she could now live in a pent house suite. Expensive paintings that she has yet to sell fill her walls. In her suite, instead of one room, there is a bunch of different rooms. The entrance/living room with windows as walls, the kitchen with equipment professional chiefs would use, a big bathroom with a sauna and a hot tub, and of course her bedroom with a giant closet full of clothes. Of each and everyone of them, Catwoman adored her own Catwoman suit but they were all nice.
Catwoman place her bag in her safe when she entered her bedroom and shrug off her cat suit before leaving it in her closet. It has been a long night and Catwoman has a place to be as her alter ego in the morning. Yawning, she said to herself "*yawn* Tonight's museum gift store was an awfully easy grab. Non of the cameras pointed in my direction not once. That is very strange. Either what I grab is worthless or they gave up trying to stop little old me." She stop taking her panties off for a moment. It was a bit too easy for a famously new artifacts. Shaking her head, she decided she is just too skilled for them. She went back to sliding down her panties down her smooth, white legs.
Being bisexual, often times Catwoman would get the urges to masterbate when she undress herself. But tonight wouldn't be one of those nights. She can't even put her P.J.s. on as she dragged her naked body across her bed. This unusual need for seemed suspicious at first but her mind began shutting down right as she got herself under the covers. Thank goodness she didn't turn on the lights.
Some time during the night, the closet door open. Small figures made their way to Catwoman. But she won't know what till the morning.
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