Cat's Out Of The Bag
As Kara steps into CatCo, she can already hear Cat yelling at the newest intern about how she likes her coffee with real sugar and not Splenda. She walks further into the space, narrowly avoiding the other journalists bustling around, frantic to get their work finished for Cat. Sitting at her desk, Kara clicks on her laptop and waits for the screen to boot up. The glowing white page glares back at her. She realizes that her work didn’t save from yesterday. No. No. No. Panicky now, Kara sifts through everything until she finds a draft copy of the 5000-word article she busted her ass finishing yesterday. Heaving a sigh of relief, she rests her head on her desk after saving and emailing the draft to Cat.
“Kiara!” Cat calls from her office not ten feet away. Kara resists the urge to roll her eyes. Even after three years of working for Cat, she can never seem to get Kara’s name right. Moving quickly because Cat doesn’t like waiting, Kara reaches Cat’s office just as the new intern comes rushing in, a new coffee in hand.
“Kiera. Finally, come, sit.” Cat waves her hand at Kara to sit on the white leather couch in the center of the office. Meanwhile, the intern is still standing there, hot coffee in hand. Cat glances at her curiously. “Was there something else?” The intern jumps, not used to Cat’s snappy tone.
“N-no, ma’am.” The intern practically drops the coffee on Cat’s desk before running out to their desk. Giving Kara a small smile, Cat sits next to her, placing a hand on her leg. Wait, that’s not normal for Cat.
“Uh, what can I do for you, Ms. Grant?” Kara tries to keep her voice calm and steady, but the warmth of Cat’s hand on her thigh is distracting. Cat doesn’t remove her hand as she speaks.
“I wanted to have a conversation with you, Kiera. About your recent article.” Kara snaps to reality, the mention of her recent article drawing her attention from Cat’s hand.
“Is there something wrong with it? I thought doing a piece on the newest member of Supergirl’s team would be ideal. Especially because she’s openly trans.” Is Kara imagining Cat’s hand moving slowly up her thigh? No, that was happening.
“No, Kiera. I thought it was excellent. This is why I wanted to ask you about the interview with the CEO of LuthorCorp.” Cat pauses for dramatic effect. “I want you to interview Lena Luthor.” Kara’s mouth falls open. Interview Lena Luthor!? Kara gapes like a fish out of water for a few moments before realizing Cat is staring at her. While still rubbing her thigh.
“I – uh, I don’t know what to say, Ms. Grant.”
“Do you not want this opportunity to shine, Kiara? I can easily ask another journalist to conduct the interview.” Kara shakes her head vehemently.
“No! No, that’s not necessary. I can do it. I will do it.” Cat smiles, finally removing her hand from Kara’s thigh. Suddenly, Kara feels extra cold where Cat’s hand was. An involuntary shiver runs through her. Cat raises an eyebrow, catching it. Kara looks down, blushing.
“Are you okay, Kiara?” Cat brushes a hand over Kara’s shoulder as she nods furiously.
“Y-yes, Ms. Grant.” She clears her throat. “When is the interview with Ms. Luthor?” Cat eyes Kara a bit longer before replying.
“You have a few days to prepare. It’s next Tuesday.” Kara quickly thinks to herself. Since it’s Thursday, she has the rest of the day and the weekend to prep. Nodding, Kara stands and thanks Cat for the opportunity.
“Anytime, Kiera.” Cat smiles. “If you need any help with the preparation, I’m available.” With a wink, Cat turns and sits back at her desk, leaving Kara standing there unsure of what to think. “Well, go on. You have lots to do.” There’s the old Cat that Kara knows. Sighing with relief, Kara returns to her desk. The rest of the day is spent researching LuthorCorp (not that she doesn’t already know practically everything).
Kara works well into the evening, researching everything that she can find on LuthorCorp and Lena Luthor. Before long, the office is empty save for Cat Grant and her new intern. The poor girl is falling asleep at her desk. Eventually, Kara hears Cat remove herself from her desk, grab her coat, and begin to close her office down. The sharp clack of her heels on the linoleum floor comes closer to Kara’s desk. Looking up, Kara sees Cat standing there, coat over her arms.
“Kiera. You have been the last one here, besides me, for the past month. Is everything okay?” Cat sounds genuinely concerned. However, Kara just nods, scanning the office for anyone else. Thankfully, Cat let her intern go home.
“Yes, Ms. Grant. Everything is fine. I just want to be sure I’m prepared for Ms. Luthor’s interview.” As Kara is talking, Cat leans forward, her hair falling into her face as she looks at Kara’s laptop screen. Kara has the latest article about LuthorCorp pulled up. Kara glances towards Cat but quickly looks away, blushing hard. She can see Cat’s black lacy bra since she’s leaning forward in such a way that allows her to. The blush deepens as Kara can feel Cat’s eyes on her, scanning her body. Kara knows it’s inappropriate. But her body betrays her, a pool of wetness beginning to form between her thighs. What is happening? Kara thinks back to her last relationship. Mon-El. That was almost three years ago. Was that the last time she had sex?
“Kiara?” Cat’s voice cuts through her thoughts. If possible, Kara blushes harder as she looks at her boss. Cat is looking at her intently as if trying to read her mind like J’onn would. “Kara.” A look of surprise crosses over Kara’s face.
“Ms. Grant?”
“Please, call me Cat.” Kara watches as Cat walks around Kara’s desk, sweeping a pile of papers from one side, and sits upon it. Cat kicks off her heels which land with an audible thump on the floor, then crosses her legs. “Do you have any plans tonight, Kara?” Still blushing at Cat’s advances, Kara takes a moment to respond.
“N-no, Ms. – Cat. I don’t.”
“Perfect.” Cat hops down from Kara’s desk and takes her hand. Pulling her up from the chair, she guides Kara into her office. In the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the left side of the space, Kara watches as Cat goes behind her desk, and presses a small button on the underside of the oak wood. With a small click, the bookshelf to the right of the desk pops forward. Her eyes widen, and Kara lets Cat guide her behind the bookshelf into a small room that has a rather large bed in the middle. The walls are bare except for a small mirror and a door that leads to a bathroom. Kara takes a deep breath, wishing she had taken a bit more time in the shower yesterday to shave. Not that it’s a full-on bush down there. But still. Cat sits on the bed, patting the space beside her for Kara to join her. After Kara sits on the bed, facing her boss, Cat hesitates only slightly before tucking a stray curl of Kara’s blonde hair behind her ear.
“Is this okay?” Cat’s voice is barely a whisper. Kara nods, unsure if this was happening. Cat leans forward, pressing her lips to Kara’s. It begins slow and tentative, but soon, primal need takes over for the two women. Cat’s tongue runs against Kara’s bottom lip, begging for entrance. Cat tastes like strawberries and coffee, sweet and bitter at the same time if that was even possible. Reaching up, Kara slips her hand into Cat’s short hair. A soft moan rumbles from Cat into Kara’s mouth. The moan kickstarts something in Kara and she picks up Cat, lips still together, and flies them over the bed before laying them down, Kara straddling Cat. Cat breaks the kiss, a small smirk on her lips.
“Who would have thought that Kara Danvers was Supergirl.” Kara blushes and looks down, ashamed that she used her powers. Cat tips her chin back up, her soft brown eyes searching Kara’s piercing blue ones. “I won’t tell.” With a sigh of relief, Kara leans forward again, connecting their lips. Kara’s fingers play with the hem of Cat’s silky blouse, brushing against her skin.
“Can I take this off?” Kara whispers into Cat’s mouth. Nodding, Cat helps Kara remove her blouse, revealing the black lacy bra Kara already laid eyes on. Kara bites her lip at the sight of her boss, half-naked under her. It’s like a dream.
“Take this off too.” Cat brings Kara’s hands around to her back to undo the clasp of the bra. Fumbling a bit, Kara manages to remove it. The lace falls away, exposing Cat’s plump breasts with dark pink areolas and nipples. A surge of need hits Kara in her core, the fresh wave of wetness soaking her already ruined panties. Kara gently begins kissing Cat’s neck, trailing a line of wet kisses from her ear to her collarbone to her breasts. She slips a nipple into her mouth. Moaning louder this time, Cat arches her back into Kara. Sucking and biting one of her nipples, Kara uses her hand to palm the other, pinching and pulling it gently. Cat’s fingers entangle themselves into Kara’s blonde curls, tugging slightly. Letting a soft moan escape her lips, Kara removes her mouth from Cat’s breasts, moving lower to her hips. Finding the zipper on the black pencil skirt covering Cat’s lower half, Kara unzips it, chasing the fabric with soft kisses. Cat lifts her hips for Kara to remove the skirt and matching black lacy underwear. There’s a small sheen of wetness on Cat’s lips, courtesy of Kara.
“You have too many clothes on, Kara.” Before Cat even finishes the sentence, Kara has removed her checkered dress and is straddling Cat once again in an (unfortunately) not matching bra and panty set. The dark blue bra brings out the staggering blue from Kara’s eyes. Smiling and biting her lip, Cat’s eyes run down Kara’s mostly naked form. She runs her hands over the chiseled abs and across her bra-covered breasts. Almost instantly, Kara’s nipples harden against the fabric.
Kara leans down, once again trailing a line of kisses down Cat’s body, avoiding her breasts and her pussy. She catches a whiff of Cat’s nectar, sweet and enticing. Kara licks her lips. Leaving kisses along the inside of Cat’s thighs, Kara teases her by inching closer ever so slowly. Torturously. Cat attempts to push Kara’s head to her core but the Krypton woman holds herself just above Cat’s clit. With a soft breath, she blows against the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending Cat bucking into the air.
“God, Kara,” Cat whimpers. Kara runs her tongue across Cat’s lips, collecting the wetness that had gathered there. A soft moan escapes the woman above her. With two fingers, Kara spreads Cat’s lips before delving in. Licking and sucking her clit. Good thing Kara has super strength. Holding Cat’s hips down, Kara works the bundle of nerves, licking, sucking, and biting, drawing Cat closer to her climax. Kara slips two fingers inside her boss, the walls of her pussy clenching them tight.
“Make me come!” Cat’s moans fill the secret space behind her office. If someone walked in, it would be exactly what it looks like. Kara is eating out her boss like she’s at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Kara increases the speed of her fingers, pumping them while she continues licking and sucking at Cat’s clit. Within a few minutes, the already tight walls of Cat’s pussy tighten even more around Kara’s fingers, indicating she is on the brink of an orgasm. Cat reaches her orgasm, she loudly moans Kara’s name, and as she comes down from her high, Kara wonders what Lena would look like post-orgasm. The thought of her making Lena come creates a whole new level of arousal for Kara, her underwear officially dripping from her juices. Kara slowly removes her fingers from Cat’s pussy, licking them clean. When Cat manages to move from her orgasmic bliss, teasing and pleasuring Kara, Kara’s mind drifts to Lena. Instead of Cat’s mouth on her clit, Kara pictures Lena’s soft lips and tongue pleasuring her. Because of this, she comes too fast and hard, squirting and hitting Cat square in the face with her juice. Kara blushes as Cat wipes her face.
Fuck. She’s too obsessed with the raven-haired CEO.