‘Well Bruce, I think a divide and conquer strategy may be our best approach,’ Marsha smiled as she looked
about the room from the entrance, the floor where everyone was mingling was a couple of steps down,
giving them a perfect overview. ‘I’ll take the men, young handle to women, neither should be a problem for
us,’ she added, giving him a squeeze of his hand from hers.
Marsha moved off down the stairs, the thigh slit in her sequined dress announcing the arrival via her legs.
She watched men turn to look at her, drinks pause at lips, uncomfortable feelings causing them to turn away.
She smiled at the affliction she was causing as her elegant arms reached out, grabbed a drink from a tray and
moved into the centre of the room, a crowd of men circling around her.
Bruce, meanwhile, his reputation as a millionaire playboy, most eligible bachelor in Gotham played into his
as the women drew to him, mostly because they wanted to, but also to show their partners that they too can
play the game.
‘Wonderful of you to say. I would love to have a turn in front of the camera, but you know, I’m not sure any
camera could catch me just right,’ Marsha said with a small laugh and a smile, then the touch of her hand to
his arm.
‘Those amateurs, of course they don’t know what to do with you. There are cameras that would come very
close to capturing your beauty Marsha. Close, I said mind you, for nothing could truly capture such a
goddess,’ the host, Erich von Klippentoff, noted director extolled.
‘Given all my activities related to Wayne Industries and of course all the philanthropic work I do I don’t have
much time for films, but of course, should the right opportunity and of course, director, come along I would
be interested in investing. I hear Mr. von Klippentoff is considering a new film with a revolutionary camera,
something of course I’d be interested in funding,’ Bruce said to a group of admiring women.
‘Oh, it's not a camera Mr. Wayne,’ a young woman, obviously, a starlet or aspiring actress said.
‘Oh, no,’ Bruce answered, looking at her with his brown eyes and square jaw.
‘It's a lens, actually, said to be so sharp at focusing light you barely need any external lighting to shoot
movies, Quite a bonus for those intimate bedroom scenes Mr. Wayne,’ she explained putting a hand on his.
‘Yes, I can imagine,’ Bruce said, looking uncomfortable, but needing to play this more.
‘And you would darling,’ Marsha said, giving him her best smile and moving her head just a little bit closer
to his. ‘I can imagine in your hands and other areas,’ she smiled. ‘We could be quite a team. Perhaps we
could do a test shoot to find out, me in whatever clothes or position, or come to think of it, both, that you
desire. You know anything to please the director,’ Marsha smiled, hooking her arm about his.
‘I’d be very interested in this lens, as you say. I wonder if I could persuade Mr. von Klippentoff to show me
the details. You don’t by chance know where he keeps it?’
‘In his private little studio,next to his office, but it looks like someone has beaten you to the punch Mr.
Wayne and I hate to inform you, but she has certain angles you can’t compete with. Money, after all, only
goes so far. I guess that just leaves you and me and there’s no telling how far I can go. In fact, I’m ready
for my close up,’ the young woman said, as she kissed Bruce while Marsha disappeared behind a door with
the host.
‘I would prefer to keep my modesty until after the test and of course, a contract has been signed. Besides, a
woman can be just as alluring, perhaps even more so, with her clothes on, tends to make a man wonder,’
Marsha said as she went to sit down on the lounger.
He went to a panel, turned a dial and opened a cabinet revealing a series of portable cameras. Marsha noted
they all had lenses attached, some with multiple rotating ones, but that there was one lens not attached to
anything, she tried not to make her eyes widen at what she and Bruce were after.
Marsha posed, moved and extolled her talents for various cameras von Klippentoff used. She artfully drew
him closer, her intention and when he finally went to put the last camera back in the cabinet she was right
there behind him, a predatory smile forming on her face as he turned about.
‘Just enough time for one more close up,’ she smiled and kissed him. The Queen of Diamonds always
believed in giving her best, after all, she did have a reputation to keep up against the other female
supervillains. It also gave her time to let Aunty Hilda’s love potion lipstick penetrate his skin and take effect.
‘There darling, did I pass the screen test,’ she smiled after releasing him.
‘Very wonderful but I must get back to the party,’ he said.
Marsha knew instantly her aunt's love potion had failed again. ‘Why do I keep trusting her?’ she mused
silently. ‘Just one more darling,’ she smiled and swept herself into his arms, turning so her back was to the
open cabinet.
‘Mr. Wayne, my profound apologies for not greeting such an important and influential guest earlier,’ Von
Klipptentoff said as she shook Bruce’s hand.
‘No apologies are required. I saw that you were otherwise, how should I put this, engaged in more active
pursuits,’ Bruce said looking over von Klipptentoff’s shoulder at a smiling Marsha. ‘Talk is your thinking
of a new film, something quite revolutionary or that seems to be the talk. As a patron of the arts, The Wayne
Foundation is always interested in backing such interests, but we can discuss that another time, please call
me,’ Bruce offered.
They spent the rest of the night apart, as per the plan, each gathering intel from the guests until as the party
began to fade they paid their respects and left.
‘Oh, it was right there for the taking,’ Marsha seethed. ‘Why do I keep trusting Aunt Hilda?\ she continued
as she paced back and forth in the living room of their hotel suite.
‘Because she’s family and well, you trust your family,’ Bruce answered as he watched her legs flash in and
out from the material.
‘Thanks goodness we had a back up plan. What my lipstick didn’t accomplish, my dress did. The second
kiss I detached a special sequin from my dress and dropped it inside the cabinet. We can use it to decode
the lock and get the lens. I take it you took care of the alarm system?’
‘One of the advantages of owning Wayne Industries is we have a home security division, a good one, but
when you know the backdoors and disabling codes, it makes things easier,’ he smiled.
Marsha smiled. ‘Then we need to get ready.’
They parked down the hill, just at the bend in the road, Bruce pulling the car as far into the bush as he could,
covering the back end with branches to conceal it.
‘Just up the hill is the fence about the property, there is a tree we need to climb up about eight feet or so they
leap from the branch onto the lawn. I’ll go first, then catch you,’ Bruce instructed.
‘I’m perfectly capable of holding up my end of this partnership. I’m not just another pretty face, although
I am that,’ Marsha mused, smiled then continued. ‘I have an athletic background, I just don’t use it, my
other skills are usually all I need,’ she added with a smile.
‘Like earlier this evening?’ he said.
‘That was Aunt Hilda’s fault, as I explained,’ she added, then moved off quickly and silently, so much so
Bruce had to scramble to keep up with her.
Marsha went up the tree first then sprang off the branch, tucked her body into a ball and rolled a somersault
silently onto the lawn. She looked over her shoulder to see Bruce doing the same and landing beside her.
‘You could give Batman lessons on that,’ she smiled.
They stealthily moved across the lawn then up against the house. The security control panel was just around
the corner but a guard was in front of it. Bruce made to move toward him when Marsha placed a soft hand
his arm.
‘Let me.’ she said softly then moved into the darkness like a black snake slithering away toward her prey as
Bruce peered around the corner. He watched her come right up behind him, tap on his shoulder and as he
turned about she smiled then softly but quickly kissed, a smile crossing her face as he fell instantly.
‘I don’t make the same mistake twice darling. That was Knockout Lipstick provided by our employers and
that wonderful female agent they assigned me. Problem is, it's only good for one kiss and well given the
nature of my outfit, no place to keep the case. Now do your thing so we can get in and call it a night,’ she
smiled.
Bruce went to work, Marsha impressed with his speed and skill.
‘My turn again,’ she smiled, pulling a bobby pin from her hair, pressing it hard into the vinyl frame of the
window by the lock then watching it melt away the mechanism. They were inside the small studio in
seconds.
Bruce pulled a metal catch off his body suit and placed it against the cabinet safe. His ear close to the catch
could hear the amplified clicks from the sequin microphone Marsha had concealed inside earlier.
A turn of the handle door and there it was. Just as Bruce reached for it a light flicked on!
‘Cut and print, that was performed perfectly,’ von Klippentoff smiled, rubbing his hands together in triumph.
Bruce and Marsha turned to look at him and his three goons along with the young woman Bruce had been
talking to at the party for which Marsha gave him a sideways glance.
‘When I saw notorious Gotham City and socialite Marsha, Queen of Diamonds at my party I was naturally
nervous, but intrigued. I do have a few valuable gems here and about. I suspected you’d come back, I had
no idea Mr. Wayne was party to your criminality, but seeing in that catsuit, as revealing as your dress was
this evening, it can’t hold a candle to your current outfit, perhaps the same is true for Mr. Wayne,’ he added.
‘What are you insinuating with that comment,’ Bruce said, his voice very short, sharp and cold. ‘Marsha, is
a lady and I won’t have you talking about her like that,’ Bruce stated, his fists clenching.
Marsha found this thrilling, but she showed none of it. Bruce wasn’t under her spell, yet here he was
defending her honour, dubious as it may be, even she had to admit.
‘Erich darling, no need for all this testosterone,’ she smiled swaying across the room to him. ‘You should
save that for later when we can be alone,’ Marsha smiled as she tickled his ear with her fingers before driving
a knee between his legs, then spinning about on one foot delivering a back heel to one of his goons.
Bruce was on the other two goons, fists flying as Marsha took care of the other female quickly dispatching
her with a sharp chop to the neck before joining Bruce in the fray. She skipped into the air, Bruce catching,
her body a wisp in the air as she circled his torso, came up off his shoulders into the air where her long sexy
shimmering legs wrapped about the neck of a good Bruce had just punched. She scissored tight, twisted
and fell snapping him to the floor and then crashing into the wall where he lay unconscious. Marsha struck
a pose
As she watched Bruce finish off the last goon, her mind found something familiar, wonderfully and
exhilarating about it.
‘Now Von Klippentoff I think we can safely call this a wrap,’ he said.
In the melee the director had managed to recover just enough to slump by the door. Bruce and Marsha, who
had come to his side, saw him put on a pair of dark glasses and then push a button on a remote device he’d
pulled from his pocket. Suddenly the room was filled with flashing coloured lights.
‘So close, but you're missing that final step, in fact any steps,’ von Klippentoff laughed. ‘Unless you are
wearing these special glasses you are, as both of you can feel, frozen in place. The lights, a special invention
of mine, disrupt the nervous system, only temporarily, but just long enough so set up for my final scene
with you two as the stars,’ he laughed again.
‘Remember Bruce when I said I had considered a career in film. Well darling, this is definitely not what I
had in mind,’ Marsha offered.
‘Hardly the way to be immortalised on film,’ Bruce offered.
‘This scene will go down in perilous cinematic history, but you two, I’m afraid, will end up on the cutting
room floor, permanently,’ von Klippentoff laughed. ‘Let me explain the fate that awaits you. The film
wrapped your bodies will be slowly rewound from one giant spool to the other. Of course as it does it will
tighten against your bodies, pulling you closer to each other until it crushes the both of you. That of course
will take some time, because I want this scene to last a while. If I’ve learned anything in this business, it's
that you have to give the audience what they want.’
‘You diabolical fiend,’ Bruce said.
‘Really Bruce, don’t ruin the moment by dragging your friend Batman into this,’ Marsha said in a somewhat
exasperated voice.
The duo were back to back, stretched out fully, the celluloid wrapped strategically around each of their
bodies.
‘Well darling, if there is a positive side to this, it's that we will be closer to each other, although, I do wish
we’d been facing each other, I rather like kissing you,’ Marsha said as the reels started up.
‘I’ll leave you two to make cinematic magic,’ von Klippentoff laughed as he left the room, his mocking
reverberating about as the two began to feel a little uncomfortable.
Bruce pushed back against the relentless constriction, his purpose was to buy his partner some breathing
space for as long as possible. Marsha could feel his body pushing against and shielding her. Normally,
she’d have become aroused at the feel, but this time so was mostly annoyed.
‘Darling, I’m not fragile, I can take it, no need for all that male bravado, it's tiresome,’ she said, trying to
brave even as her body began to fight for air. ‘If you want to do something useful, our fingers are just
about touching, when they do bend my middle finger up as far as it will go until it contacts the film, break
it, if you have too.’ Marsha explained as she heard an audible gasp. ‘As I said Bruce, I’m as fragile as
people think.’
They waited, every minute in increased agony until finally Bruce had her fingers, a strange sense of comfort
coming over each of them, although neither mentioned it. His middle finger wrapped around Marsha’s and
slowly pulled it up. Marsh’s body arched to give it more leverage, Bruce surprised by the feminine strength
and determination from a woman known more for her wiles than physical assets.
‘Just a little more darling, I’m fine, do as I say,’ she said between gasps until finally she smiled as a flurry of
ribbon flew into the air and down about their freed bodies.
Both were on their feet in seconds, Bruce exposing the films to destroy them, Marsha moving to the door to
listen. He joined her, she nodded, opened the door, the two silently and quickly moved across the hall to
this small studio. Bruce, having memorised the combination worked the mechanism, took the lens and the
duo moved off, first through the window, then over the fence to the car and back to their hotel suite.
‘I could really get to love this game, that was exciting, not to mention profitable,’ Marsha said, as she slightly
unzipped the front of her catsuit and pulled out several diamonds.
‘Where and more importantly when did you acquire those?’ Bruce said.
‘Darling when you were concentrating on the safe. I saw he had nothing in there before and when he
mentioned he had some to us I knew he must have had them stored in his desk thinking no one would ever
look there, no one except for Marsha,’ she smiled. ‘More importantly, we have the first piece, the focusing
lens.’ she added.
‘More importantly,’ Bruce interjected in a surprised voice,
‘Yes, I know,’ Marsha started, her voice somewhat despondent. ‘As I mentioned, this career alternative
seems to be growing on me, much to my chagrin. Doing the right thing,’ she shuddered at saying the
words. ‘Seems to have found a place in my mind.’
‘How did you get us out of that death trap?’ Bruce asked.
‘A special nail varnish and file. The varnish strengthens the nail or nails allowing the file to put a cutting
edge, razor sharp as it seems. This allowed me to cut the film. Another of my scenes ends up on the cutting
room floor,’ she mused.
‘Your full of surprise, good ones,’ Bruce offered as she smiled back at him.
‘You don’t get a body like this from lying about on loungers eating grapes. I do yoga, fantastic for stretching
muscles giving me a lithe and supple form as well as stamina. Come to think of it, I have yet to do my
routine today. Perhaps I should intensify it given what we seem to be up against?’ she mused as she took
Bruce’s hand in hers and guided it to the zipper on her catsuit.
Bruce pulled it down slowly, their eyes locked on each other. It stopped just above her mound, then Marsha
did the same to Bruce. Arms swept up each other's chests then hooked onto the fabric pulling it off the
shoulders. Bruce revelled in Marsha’s firm perfect breasts while she palmed his hard chest and stomach
before their lips came together.
She pulled his suit down first, one leg reaching up, her toes clinching the fabric pulling it all the way down,
she repeated the process before his hands swept inside her half discarded catsuit, swirled behind and cupped
her wonderful ass that tensed and turned from his caress. He slipped it off her hips as she started to fall
backwards, his strong arms guiding her and them to the floor where his hands ran down each leg peeling
her free of the suit.
‘Now that I’m nude I’m even more dangerous,’ Marsha said ravenously between kisses. ‘No, No Bruce,’
she said, putting a hand on his lips as he was positioning himself between her. ‘Remember when I told you
I did yoga. Well, there are many types of yoga, let me demonstrate just a few and maybe a few more after
that if you're not too spent from, let's say, the routine. The key is to be supple and free flowing,’ Marsha
purred as one of her long legs snaked around him, then her torso slithered up and against his chest before
turning around him.
Bruce was full and hard instantly. Her small nips and kisses only added to the delightful torment Marsha was
administering.
‘Just let me go Bruce, my body flows and moves like a snake wrapping you in my body before we come
together. Just a few well placed bites along the way to keep you interested darling,’ she purred as her mouth
closed around his stem, quaking in ecstasy from her skills.
‘There darling I have you, a simple trap, but not even you and this insanely wonderful body, not to mention
your very impressive extension can escape.’
‘A Grecian Urn,’ Bruce said.
‘Precisely, a wonderfully erotic position where the female controls everything. Just another of my skills, but
this one is for sharing with someone special,’ she purred as her hips thrust and took him in. ‘Now Mr. Bruce
Wayne, it's time we truly cemented this partnership,’ she breathlessly exclaimed as her lips found his again
and her hips pulled and churned pulling him fully into the Urn.
Speaking strictly for myself Bruce darling, I hope this is a long, a very long mission, if that was anything to
go by,’ Marsha said later. ‘My word, speaking of long, ‘she said as her hand closed about his worm.
‘You’ve got more fight in you than Batman, only you're so much less square than he is,’ Marsha added as
she rolled on top of him, her eyes hungry once again.
‘What other tricks do you have or are you to spent to continue,’ Bruce asked with a smile.
‘Your really asking for it,’ Marsha smiled back.
