Catwoman slid through the open window, having deactivated the alarm. The young woman's hotel room was a perfect hunting ground for her. Lady Jessica Sneed, a rich bitch who made her money off the exploited workers in foreign lands. Not that the cat gave a flying fuck about them, she just cared that Lady Sneed was visiting Gotham from London, and was very very rich.<br/><br/>The black clad woman began by opening the hotel room safety deposit box. Passport and cash, travellers cheques, jewels. She ignored the credit cards and driver's licence. They were chipped and traceable. The passport was too, but the UK version was about fifty years out of date! Selina knew someone who could make it usable.<br/><br/>She stuffed her haul into her bag, and started going through the other things in the room. A bit more cash, a bit more jewellery, and a VERY nice watch. She checked it over, scanning it with her implant and then pried the back off. The little tracer chip came out easily and she left it where the watch had been sitting, putting the time piece back together and droppingit into her bag too.<br/><br/>Finally she turned her attention to the rooms other prize. Lady Sneed lay on her side in the bed, snoring softly.<br/><br/>Catwoman undid the crotch of the catsuit, the opening that enabled her to pee while wearing it without getting her legs soaked, but was also very useful for what she now had in mind.<br/><br/>She pushed the sleeping woman over onto her back. Before Sneed woke up, Catwoman had the victim's head clamped between her thighs, with her mouth pressed hard against Catwoman's slit. The heiress gasped for breath and woke up, tried to scream to find her mouth gagged with cunt.<br/><br/>"Hello, Jessica Sneed. I'm Catwoman. You have a choice. Either I will snap your neck like a twig, or you can lick me out. Do it well, make me cum and I may let you live. Do it badly and you die."