Spider-man Unleashed

Chapter 18

Felicia was walking through the corridors after slipping out of her latest class the moment she had signed the attendance sheet, a bored expression on her face.

She hated spending time in college, aware that her marketing degree would have been worth nothing to her true career. Not only she had enough money left by her absentee father if she wished, enough to completely remove any need to work, but she was also a thief accomplished enough to easily earn seven figures with every heist.

Not that she stole for such … pedestrian reasons. She was an artist, working for the thrill of it, even though her latest debacle with the Kingpin's men had shown that sometimes the excitement got too much.

Luckily, she had her own knight white armor to save her — well, red and blue pajamas more likely, but she had forgiven him after he had displayed none of the muscles was actually padding.

She had paid greatly for that rescue attempt once he decided to take her offer of carnal payment, not that she had any complaints about that.

She enjoyed every second of it, especially once Spider proved that, while he might be a goodie-two-shoes in public, using his powers for the public good rather than personal benefit, that aspect certainly didn't extend to the bedroom.

Or other places, she added, remembering the way he took her against the railings in the museum, before making her complete the heist wearing nothing but her mask.

Even remembering his domineering aura as he did so was enough to make her shiver in pleasure.

No wonder she was having trouble getting even the slightest enjoyment from the college. Pity her public role made her occasional attendance fundamental, which, unfortunately, did nothing to address her boredom.

Unlike the sudden moan that hit her ear, female, and distinctly carnal. It was a suppressed one, but Felicia had much sharper senses compared to others, enough to immediately pinpoint the target the third door from the right.

As a famous cat burglar, she didn't need to fiddle with the door to notice it was locked, which meant whoever was responsible for the morning quickie showed more foresight than the average jock.

If she fiddled with the door, it created the risk of being noticed. Too bad for them, for someone like her, there was no room that was inaccessible once her curiosity was triggered.

She quickly slipped to the next classroom, which was equally empty at this time, and reached the window. She paid a quick glance outside, making sure there was no security cam that was pointing at her, or any inconvenient passerby that would record her.

She had already mapped the school several times for the location of every single recording device, of course, but she tried to play it safe nonetheless.

Overconfidence was a deadly trait for a thief.

She glanced around before she grabbed the window still, quickly moving horizontally until she reached a convenient nook, one that would hide her from every passerby while also allowing her to peek into the class from a corner.

She raised her head slowly, though as she got the first glimpse, it was only her great experience as a thief that prevented her from gasping in shock. It wasn't the nudity of the people in the classroom that made Felicia want to gasp — though she was still expecting a rolled-up skirt, not discarded jeans, which implied a great deal of confidence.