Going to the Presses

Having an exclusive with a costumed character in New York City was the sort of career making moment that Norah Winters needed to get back on track after the disaster that followed when the Daily Bugle went under. She needed to make an impact, needed to give her name some value and get hired by something hopefully bigger than just a local newspaper, and usually interviews like these were huge boosts to one's name value. And the fact that one had been volunteered up with the infamous Black Cat no less had her jumping so fast that she didn't even think much about what was going on or what was going to come of all of this. All she cared about was the chance to do something big, and get a real scoop. It wasn't something major like a Captain America or a Reed Richards, but Black Cat was still a famous presence, and the hopefully compelling story of a cat burglar turned unlikely heroine turned back to criminal, repeated a few times for good measure. She was a complicated figure, someone who walked the tightrope of morality and wavered plenty of times, but was currently on the straight and narrow. Those kinds of complicated stories were 'in' at the moment, juicy and compelling, and hearing her view on the matter was everything Norah could have hoped for.

Under the agreement of anonymity, Norah was given the name and address of one Felicia Hardy, the heroine outing herself willingly to her so that they could conduct the interview privately. Arriving early on a Friday evening, Norah had gone in braced for everything, complete with notepad, recorder, and a broad expression of excitement. She was going to do everything she could to get a juicy scoop, and hold nothing back in the process. Knocking at her door, she tried her best to keep calm and steady, not to hammer it down with her fist in a burst of excitable over-eagerness. That wasn't exactly a good way to come off. "I'm a professional," she said beneath her breath. "And this is only the most important interview I've ever been involved in. No pressure."

"The door's unlocked," called a voice from the other side, and Norah stepped in to find Felicia Hardy out of costume. In fact, out of everything except a towel wrapped around her midsection. Felicia was a tall woman in incredible shape and with remarkable curves, which meant the towel could not exactly cover everything. Deep, ample cleavage was exposed, with her curvaceous hourglass figure given attention by the towel as it loosely pushed in a little around her narrow waist and then swelled once more for her hips, while the hem of the towel showed off plenty of her incredibly long and very toned legs. Long, silken hair dyed a platinum blonde that looked almost white twisted in some natural curls as it fell about her shoulders. She was quite a sight to take in, one that left even Norah a little thrown off. "I'm Felicia," she said, extending a hand out. "I know we've met already, but that was as Black Cat, so I'd like to reintroduce myself."

"It's nice to meet you, Felicia," Norah said, taking her hand and shaking it as she steeled herself to return to something resembling composure. She pushed down all of the urge to blush and all of the very many things that were distracting her from what she was trying to focus on. This was an expose on the Black Cat, not on Felicia Hardy's amazing cleavage. "Is there a reason for the towel?"

"Yes, actually. I'm sorry, I forgot the timing of when you were due here, and I'm about to step into the shower. Don't worry, feel free to look around and make yourself comfortable, I won't be long, but I have a bit of a hot date tonight once we're done here, so..." She bit her lip, giving her reporter guest a coy, broad smile as she stepped off toward the bathroom, hips swaying as Norah's eyes drifted down through absolutely no fault of her own toward the outline of Felicia's incredibly round, gorgeous ass bouncing within the towel.

Norah waited for her to go for a moment, before she peered over toward the bathroom. The door was left open, and a peek inside showed her the naked outline of Felicia in the shower, her shadow up silhouetted up against the curtain, and oh what a silhouette she cut. The curves of her breasts and her ass were well on display as she leaned her head back, hands running along her body as she soaped up with such overbearing, overly sexual gestures that she looked to be filming a shampoo commercial in there. Even cast as a shadow, her body looked amazing, and if Norah didn't have a job to do, she would have stared for longer at everything about her amazing body. But she did have a job to do, and that job involved invading the privacy of a woman who had just invited her into her home.