The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 05

"Are all these hers?"

"Yes, lovely, aren't they?"

"Stunning, but doesn't she have a focus? It's a bit unusual to do everything, isn't it?"

"Oh, well like I said, she's still trying to establish herself. She's tried everything trying to find her niche, but she thinks she's finally found it." Then, Amanda leaned in, taking Hellcat's arm in her soft hands, and speaking in a low conspiratorial voice. "Actually, she's hoping you can help her out with that a bit."

"How do you mean?"

"Oh, don't worry. She's not going to ask you to do adverts or anything. She'll explain. Just... She's really great and she deserves a shot, so just keep an open mind, ok?"

"Yeah, of course I will." This earned her a dazzling smile from Amanda, and yes, she had perfect sparkling teeth. She finally opened a door marked 'studio' and led her into a large room. Hellcat wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it certainly wasn't this. She felt liked she'd just walked into the set of a science fiction movie.

Hellcat saw several large wall mounted computer monitors. Some showing various designs in minute detail. Others were showing technical readouts of various other machines. There were three large machines with barrels of various threads and fabrics of every type and colour Hellcat could think of. Along the opposite wall, Hellcat could see dozens of racks of clothes for every occasion. The entire room was a soft shade of beige with tasteful art strung about the walls. The one contrasting feature was one small soft corner of the room. It was separated from everything else my soft diaphanous silky curtains. Inside was a round plush rug. On the rug was a comfortable drafting desk, and a high swivel chair, and there seated was Jan, drawing on a small tablet.

What she was drawing was being displayed on a large wall mounted LCD monitor. Hellcat smiled in recognition that it was her - her costume, at least.

"Jan? Our hero has arrived."

Jan looked up from her desk, and squinted for a moment, before reaching down and putting on her fashionable glasses, and then upon recognising Hellcat she gave a genuine smile. When last she'd seen Jan, it had been in a dark alley and she'd looked roughed up and panicked. Seeing her in this light, Hellcat was struck by her elegant beauty.

Jan wore a light brown, knee length skirt which flared softly near the hem. A brown leather belt secured the smart beige short sleeved blouse, which was light enough to just barely offer a teasing hint of the lacey demi-cup bra she wore underneath.

Her auburn hair was done up in a loose bun, and like Amanda, had two carefully placed loose tendrils which framed her face, and brought attention to her eyes. Hellcat tried to see the colour of her eyes, but light reflected off her glasses, and made them hard to see clearly.

In one instant they were emerald green, then as light glared off of the frames, they appeared aqua blue, then hazel and even violet once. Hellcat kept trying to figure it out, trying to tell what colour her eyes were, but couldn't get the hand of it. Jan finally snapped her out of her revelry, by speaking.

"Hellcat, I'm so glad you came. I've been looking forward to repaying you for the other night."

Jan came and gave Hellcat a warm hug, which she returned. The perfume Jan was wearing filled her nostrils and tickled her nose in a beautiful way. She couldn't place the scent, but it was heavenly. Everything about Jan seemed too measured and perfect. Hellcat began to feel more awkward at her absurd appearance and it must've showed.

"Oh, don't worry about all that. I'm soon going to have you be the envy of the whole superhuman community. I've got some really exciting ideas for your costume. The latest in smart fabrics, tailor fit for that incredible body of yours, and I even have an inventor associate of mine working on a few things for you."

"Wow, Jan, that's a lot, I didn't expect you to go to all this trouble."

"Oh no, my dear. This isn't trouble. You, Hellcat, have been my muse. My inspiration. You're going to be my masterpiece. Allow me to explain." Jan draped her arm behind Hellcat's back, and began guiding her into the workshop section of the studio. Hellcat glanced behind her at Amanda, whom followed behind. For a split second, she thought she noticed Amanda quick glancing up from Hellcat's bum, but she might've been seeing things, and Amanda merely gave her an encouraging smile.

"As you may have noticed from the sketches in the hallway," began Jan, "I've had a bit of trouble finding my niche in the fashion world. I've dabbled in a bit of everything trying to find something that I could really sink my teeth into. Because of you, I think I've found it."

"I think I see where this is going," chimed Hellcat. "Superheroes."

"Exactly! Just think of it. Jan Flynn, Super Fashion Designer! Granted, it's not a very large market, but once my name gets around, I could branch out into far more profitable areas based on name recognition alone. I might even pick a moniker myself. The Fashionista!"

Hellcat couldn't help but become amusedly swept up in Jan's enthusiasm.

"And what's my role in all of this?"

"Don't worry my dear, Hellcat, I'm not asking you to appear on billboards or magazine adverts. Your role is to simply look stunning, which you do so effortlessly."

"I'll say." This from Amanda, whom blushed furiously when they both turned around with questioning looks. "S...sorry."

"Yes..." continued Jan, trying to find her rhythm again. "All you have to do - and I beg you to do this one small thing for me, Hellcat - just...carry some of my cards. I'm not asking you to hand them out, but if anyone comments on your costume, and they seem to like it, just give them my name and my card. Word of mouth. That's all I ask. I'm confident that my work will speak for itself."

"Well that doesn't seem like you're asking much. I probably would've done that anyway."

"Oh, Hellcat, thank you!" Cried Jan, and pulled Hellcat into another deep hug. "You're not going to regret this."

Jan and Amanda both seemed to be thrilled, and Hellcat couldn't help feel the same.

"Now then. First step, to get you properly measured."

Amanda then walked up and put her arm around Hellcat's shoulder. "Get ready to have your socks blown off."

Five minutes later, Hellcat was standing in what she could only describe as a big tank. A large cylinder with dim violet lighting on the interior. The top of the tank rose several meters above her head, and was more than wide enough for her to lay down stretched out. Jan and Amanda had led her into the tank and positioned her in the centre.

"What is this?" asked Hellcat.

"This, my dear, is what we're going to use for your measurements."

"What happened to measuring tape?"

"The same thing that happened to video tape, my dear. The 21st century. Look at the walls. You see those little honeycomb designs?"

Hellcat nodded.

"In each one of those, is a tiny laser, which will measure every inch of your body to the nanometre. We'll have you stand in a few different poses so you can be measured in each one. Once we have everything we need, we'll plug It into a computer and run a few simulations, so the system can determine how your body moves. Once we have that, it'll calculate the perfect measurements for your body, based upon the various positions. It's the next generation in technology for professional sporting equipment."

"That's amazing. This must've cost you a fortune."

"Oh, believe me, it did. Fortunately, I have a wealthy investor who shares my sense of vision."

"Lucky you. I wish I had an investor."

"Why Hellcat, dear. That's exactly what I'm doing right now. Investing in you. Now then. That suit you're wearing, is that the exact cut you want?"

"Well, no..."

"Good, it's hideous. All function, no form. It looks like it was made for a gymnast. Do you trust my sense of fashion?"

"Of course."

"Good, I'll make something that's functional, but accentuates your form a bit more. Sexy but not slutty. Now then. If you'll just remove that, we can get on with this, and I'll make something from scratch. I already have several desi..."

"Hang on. You want me take off my tights?"

"Yes dear."

"Um...I'm not actually wearing anything underneath."

"I know. I can tell. Don't worry; you'll have complete privacy in the booth. Besides, I have models in and out of here all the time. It's nothing I haven't seen hundreds of times before."

Hellcat snuck a quick glance over towards Amanda, whom was blushing furiously, and looking everywhere but at Hellcat. She then looked back at Jan, whom was waiting with her hand out, starring at Hellcat expectantly. Hellcat finally let out an exasperated sigh and began unfastening her leotard and peeling off her body.

"Way more people have seen bits and pieces of me this week than I'm accustomed to."

"And yet the world spins on, my dear. Remarkable."

"You're lucky that I like you," said Hellcat, grumbling, as she slid the leotard down her legs, stepped out and tossed it to Jan. She caught Amanda's eye, saw her biting her lip while glancing at Hellcat out of the corner of her eye. This bolstered Hellcat, and she stood with her hands on her side cocked hips. "Happy?"

"Yes. Finally we can get on with it." With that, Jan and Amanda exited the tank, and shut the door behind her. For a few moments, Hellcat was alone in the dimly lit tank, before Jan's voice came over an intercom.

"Now, this process takes a bit, so we've taken a few steps to make you feel more comfortable. A little aroma therapy and some nature sounds." With that, sounds of gentle waves washing over a beach soothed into Hellcat's ears. She loved the beach. Next, a sweet and slightly musky scent filled her nose. It was familiar, but hard to place. Not very strong, but just a subtle hint. She felt relaxed instantly.

"Now we're going to measure you in a few different poses, to get accurate measurements of your body's movement. First, stand with your feet shoulder width apart, arms at your side. Back straight, chin up, please."

"You said there were lasers, should I have goggles or something? Or close my eyes?"

"No need, dear. These are retinal friendly. All you'll see are bright colours."

Hellcat assumed the position, and waited. Nothing happened. She was about to ask if everything was alright, than in an instant her world was a wash of bright rapidly changing colours. Green, then a flash which turned to a deep blue, then a flash which turned into red, then on and on, shifting haphazardly though a wide spectrum of light.

Hellcat couldn't close her eyes. The beauty of captured her completely. The lights, the sound, the scent, she felt herself relax completely. She wasn't sure how long it lasted, but it abruptly stopped. Hellcat snapped out of it. She felt relaxed, calm, and content. This wasn't so bad after all.

"Lovely Hellcat. Now same position, except your arms folded behind the small of your back, please."

Hellcat felt a bit silly and awkward at this point. She was standing naked, save for her mask and ears, in some absurd lightshow laser tank, being scanned. What was wrong with simpler measuring tape? Again Hellcat waited, and then the lights flashing, shifting, and dancing in front of her eyes, behind her eyes, everywhere she could sense. She wasn't sure how long it took; she just knew that it was beautiful, so she didn't mind waiting.

When the lights finally stopped, Hellcat realised how foolish she'd been to feel awkward standing in here in the nude. She was alone. It was no different than her walking around her own apartment in the nude. No one could see her, could they?

"Ok, got it. Now can you crouch down in you haunches, arms straight up, please, Hellcat?"

Hellcat squatted down and stretched her arms above her head. She felt oddly curious about if she were actually being watched or not.

"Are there cameras in here or something?"

"No, Hellcat. You have complete privacy. We just have sensors that tell us when you're in the right position."

"Oh, ok." That all seemed perfectly plausible to Hellcat. She didn't understand the way this technology worked. She didn't have Molly's knack for gizmos like this. She smiled at the thought of Molly. Just yesterday, she'd had Molly's tongue sliding up her wet slit, flicking rapidly over her swollen clit. The memory of Molly's face between her thighs made her quiver in delight. Maybe she'd be able to call Molly tonight. Invite her over again to repay the favour.

Then the lights flashed again. The noises of nature were different this time. Voices chanting something. Gregorian monks perhaps? No, they weren't singing. She couldn't make out the words, they were feminine, but it didn't really matter. Everything was so beautiful, so sexy, so relaxing. Hellcat felt so comfortable. Then suddenly they stopped.

"Ok Hellcat. Same position, except knees down, hands folded behind your head."

As Hellcat dropped to her knees and folded her hands behind her head, she lingered on the thought of repaying the favour to Molly. What would she taste like? How wet would Molly get? What noises would Molly make as she snaked her tongue deep into Molly's moistened pussy to taste her arousal in its fullness. Would she cry out as Hellcat flicked her swollen clit with her tongue? Would she whimper and moan as Hellcat took it between her lips and flicked it roughly?

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

Hellcat thought about her position that she was in. Kneeling with her hands behind her head. It felt so wickedly submissive. She shivered at the thought of kneeling in front of Molly like that. Molly looking down on her, the lust in her eyes as Hellcat offered her body to Molly for the taking. Hellcat felt her nipples tensing at the thought of Molly taking her by the hair, and pulling her roughly in her dripping sex, forcing Hellcat to please her.

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

Or maybe Jason, her sexy detective. Would he want her like this? Submissive, exposed, wanton, begging? She could almost feel his hard blue eyes grazing over her body, looking at what she was offering him. No, not offering, but being taken. What he was claiming as his own. Her body. His to use.

"Very good, Hellcat. Now the same position again, except your arms crossed at the wrists, behind your back."

Hellcat obeyed. Yes, that was it. He was a cop. He had handcuffs. Would he use them on her? Would he fasten her wrists behind her back so she was helpless to his hands exploring her, groping her, claiming her? Mauling her breasts, gripping her throat, pulling her hair, slapping her arse, gripping her thighs, scraping her back with his fingernails. She couldn't help but moan out load. Would he do what Molly had done? Would he take her by the hair and force her to please him?

Would he shove his cock onto her mouth and make her suck him? Would he grip her face and use her mouth to please himself? The smooth skin of his rod sliding between her moist lips, invading her willing mouth deeply again and again. Would he make her swallow his satisfaction, or would she feel it splash hotly onto her face as he grunted his out his orgasm?

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"Very good, Hellcat. Now hands and knees on the floor. Face forward. And try arching your back a bit, dear."

Hellcat immediately dropped forward to her hands and arched her back invitingly. Her knees where apart and she thrust her arse into the air. She felt as though she were on fire. Would this how Jason would want her? Would her take her like this? Would he stand behind her, taking in the sight of her firm young arse and dripping wet pussy? Would he look upon what was his with lust filled eyes?

Would he roughly grab her by the hips and thrust his hard cock deep inside of her? Would she feel his thick and rigid masculinity roughly penetrate her, deep inside her soft wet femininity? Would she feel the soft flesh of her pussy give way to his rock hard lust? Would he slowly slide in and out again; let her languish in the sensations of every curve and ridge of his delicious cock? No, she decided, he wouldn't make love to her, he'd fuck her. He'd pummel in and out of her quivering quim roughly, almost violently. He'd use her sex for his satisfaction, feeling his toned pelvis slam against her backside again and again, as he hammered her repeatedly to the hilt.

He'd pull her hair roughly, controlling her body with his. The slapping of flesh, the smell of sex, the sounds of animalistic grunts and growls of passion as he fulfilled his own desires, and then at the last second, he'd pull out and...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"Very good, Hellcat, we're almost done. I want you to lie on your back, knees up, legs spread, arms above your head. Also, arch your back. Always arch your back."

Hellcat quickly flipped over, because this is how she'd want it. She'd want to watch him. Jason looming over her. He'd be flushed and sweaty, panting from exertion. His cock, jutting out defiantly from his body and still glistening from her ravished cunt. She'd want to watch him kneeling over her, and stroke his cock a few short moments before his hot seed sprayed over her stomach and breasts.

Hellcat couldn't help herself, her hand lowered to her dripping pussy and she began to rapidly jill herself as she was completely consumed in her perverse fantasy. Her fingers immediately soaked by her own arousal as her fingers sank into her own desperate pussy. It wouldn't take long, she was so close. So very close, she could feel her orgasm building, just one more...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"I'm terribly sorry, Hellcat. There was something wrong with that one. We'll have to do it again. Just give me a few moments to reset."

Hellcat blinked a few times, as she realised that her fingers were buried inside her own dripping pussy. She was sweat soaked and panting heavily. She was so close, though. She could feel the orgasm smouldering inside of her, begging to come out.

Quickly she began fingering herself again, desperately. Jan...The Fashionista, she had called herself, she said there were no cameras in here, so Hellcat gave into her lust completely. What if she had lied? What if she were being watched right now? A moan escaped her lips at the thought.

Why bother with the cameras? What if they were standing over her, watching her frig herself like the wanton slut that she was? That's exactly what she was. A dirty little slut. Hellcat pictured the look on Amanda and the Fashionista face as they stood over her. They'd look down at her with disapproval written on their faces, that The Hellcat couldn't keep her hand out of her pussy for a few minutes.

They would be able to smell her lust, hear the sounds or her sex. They would see the desperation in her eyes. She was close, her orgasm was right there, just right...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

"Hellcat, there was a problem again. You're not being naughty in there, are you? Now stop misbehaving. Be a good kitten, do what I tell you, and you'll get a treat."

Hellcat whimpered as she pulled her hand away from herself. Her legs were trembling and her breath was shallow and laboured. She could smell the sex on her fingers. She wanted to cum so badly. This was her only chance. She simply had to...

Lights, scent, voices, nothing.

Hellcat blinked as she came to, to the vision of Jan and Amanda standing over her sex crazed body. She was frozen in panic. What would they think of her? Amanda looked down in stunned disbelief, but the look of desire in her eyes was impossible to miss. Jan, on the other hand, had a triumphant sneer, as though a lioness looking down at her prey.

"Very good, Kitten. We have all we need. Now I did promise you a treat, didn't I?" Said Jan, as she slowly pulled her skirt up over her legs, all the way to her waist, revealing her glorious lack of knickers. "Mannequin, keep her occupied, would you?"