-CAT-

It was Harry's idea. That's what Peter told himself as he once again tried to affix the tie around his neck. No matter how much he adjusted it, the archaic formal wear felt like it was strangling him. The rest of his attire came from his late Uncle's closet. Fortunately they were similar in size so he didn't look like a kid playing dress up. That's how he felt though.

"Quit adjusting your tie. You stick out like a sore thumb." Harry whispered back at him as they were lead to their table. Peter really had no idea why Harry insisted on going out, much less taking him with. Harry insisted on paying, so Peter picked out something from the menu as the waiter came by. As he left Harry whispered over to him. "I hear there's a great act tonight. That's why I wanted to come. Rumor is, she's just in town for a few days."

"Who?" Peter was not by any means cultured.

"Well," Harry began.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our guest for the evening: The mysterious, the wonderful, the sensational Selina!" Peter didn't hear any of that however. Instead, time slowed as the woman stepped out. She was pretty, mile long legs peeked out of a black dress that glistened in the light. Her figure was voluptuous; worked out but had plenty of feminine curves. Emerald green eyes glistened on a superbly crafted face featuring ruby red lips and short black hair. There was a nagging sense that Peter had seen her before.

"That woman!" Peter practically shouted. "Who is she?"

"All I know is that her first name is Selina." Harry replied in a matter of fact way. On stage, the woman leaned over a piano. The pianist started in a few notes and her voice lofted over the crowd.

"Summer in the hills...those hazy days I still remember."

Peter turned and stared at his friend. "Do you know anything about her? Where she is from?"

"Here we stand open arms, This is home where we are…."

"Beats me. I just heard a friend of my Dad rave about her so I decided to look into it. Just came into the New York scene apparently." Harry held up sheet that announced the singer for the evening; an artfully done outline of her figure gracing the side. "Why? Got the hots for her?"

"Holding on, memories never change."

"She looks familiar that's all."

"Uh-huh." Osbourne took a sip of his drink before joining the crowd clapping. "You already got a girlfriend. You don't need to invite another woman into your life."

"Thank you, thank you." Selina took a graceful bow. "You're too kind."

Selina waltzed off the stage and down between tables. As she passed eyes followed her voluptuous body; more than one guy got slapped on the arm by their date. She moves so well. Peter studied her as surreptitiously as possible. He mentally compared her to all the people he'd ever seen, the faces, the movements, even her accent was drawing a blank. There's no possible way she…

"Ahh, Harry Osborne I assume?" Selina had reached their table. Harry, smooth as ever, confirmed his identity and asked her to sit. Peter's jaw was still on the table. "Who's your friend?"

"Peter Parker." Harry stated, then elbowed Peter to respond.

"What, oh yes hi!" He managed to squeak out.

"Oooh, aren't you cute. Cat got your tongue?" She made a pout and Peter's froze. She turned back to Harry. "Is he always like this?"

"I can't take him anywhere."

"Ahh, but you try." She replied as Peter's brain was attempting to reboot. "So what brings the heir to Oscorp out?" Selina held a hand to her chest. "It's not to see little old me is it?"

"Dad...umm...my father saw your show the other night, he suggested I see you before you leave."

"Oh darling, you didn't need to go out of your way to see me. But if you'll excuse me boys." Selina reached over and kissed Harry on the cheek. "I must go back to work. Nice meeting you Harry, and you too Peter."

Selina winked at him then leaned over to Harry. "Do remind him when he wakes up."

"I will." Peter's friend rubbed his cheek where Selina's lipstick left a mark.

"Thief!" Parker finally managed to get a word out.

"What?"

"She's a thief."

Selina appeared back on stage and began her next song. Harry clapped his hands and responded sarcastically. "Yes Peter, she's a thief. Selina's stealing all our hearts tonight. Seriously, I can't take you anywhere."

-CAT-

"Oh hi Pete, I was just about to call you. Mr. Jameson wants to speak with you."

"Really?" This was a first. The only time Peter ever got to talk to Jameson was when it came to selling him the newest pictures of Spider-Man.

"I was actually hoping to sell him some new pho …" Peter was interrupted by John Jonah Jameson, Jr. ripping open the door to his office.

"Ah there you are Parker. I have been waiting for you for hours."

"Mr Jameson you only just told me to call Peter less than 3 minutes ago."

Jonah didn't seem to notice her objection but Peter was still thankful to her nonetheless. "Come into my office Parker. I got a job for you, and Betty where is my coffee?"

Betty Brant wanted to object that Jamerson hadn't asked for any coffee but before she could even open her mouth he was already back in his office. Peter was the first to speak. "He seems even more eccentric than usual."

"I think it's because of this singer. He can´t stop talking about her."

"What singer?" Peter asked, though his gut told him he already knew the answer.

"He will tell you soon enough. Best not keep him waiting." Betty waggled a finger at him; A gesture he was becoming far too familiar with. Steeling himself, he stepped into Jameson's office.

"Mr Jameson, I managed to get some more pictures of Spider-Man and this new female th…"

"Bah, Spider-Man is yesterday's news." He waved a hand dismissively, "The future is all about Selina!"

"Oh. Her." Peter didn't mean to say it like that, but that's how it came out.

"Her, Parker!" He didn't even notice the slight. "She appeared just last week and she's already playing the biggest club in town! She doesn't even have a MyFace page!"

"Actually it's called…" The superhero opened his mouth to correct.

"Your job is to interview her! Get the big scoop on her.

I'm afraid I already know the scoop. Peter thought to himself. He tried to add, "I've actually seen her."

"That's it Parker! You know the show! Go see what makes her tick. Make sure the Daily Bugle gets it first!" Jameson declared, as if he expected the revelation to be earth shattering. It was not.

"I see the headline already. Selina The Cat Blues Dame of New York."

"Cat Blues?" That surprised Peter. Did Jameson know more about Selina´s true character then he had first thought?"

"Her head piece boy! I thought said you have seen her before!" Jameson declared. "Now get the hell out of my office Parker, I am not paying you to waste my time!"

-CAT-

Despite working for the Daily Bugle since High School, Peter had never gotten a chance to use his press pass until now. The host at 'PRYSM' barely gave it a glance before shooing him along. Soon enough he was sitting at the main stage. His thoughts went back to the night before and Selina's performance.

"I get a lot of visitors these days. Never one so young." The voice was rich and dripped with sensuality. She arched an eyebrow as she approached, "I think we've met before."

Once again Peter's brain shut down for a second but this time it did not have to reboot. "Ahh, um, yes. Peter Parker, Ms…."

"Selina." Peter took a moment to admire her. He'd seen her in a black dress the night before which had done little to hide her figure. Today she was dressed in more plain clothing, something his old classmate Jessica would have worn. A pair of denim jeans hugged her legs and a grey mini top stopping shortly before her belly button clung to her figure. In her hand she had a leather jacket.

"Can I ask you a few questions Ms….Selina."

"Certainly." She dropped the jacket on the stage. "Always have time for the cute ones."

"So, when did you arrive in New York?"

"You could say I just popped in just the other day."

"And how long have you been performing? Your social media is non-existent."

"Do you mind if I make myself more comfortable?" Selina didn't bother to listen for answer, instead she sat down on the stage steps. Peter practically gawked as her arms pressed together her breasts. "To answer, I don't have any social media. It just creates problems for me. I rely on word of mouth to get work."

"You've never had a problem with that?"

"Sit down," Selina patted the spot next to him. "It's rude to stare down at a lady."

Peter complied as if ordered. When he was down she continued. "No, as you can see. I am here aren't I?"

"Well, yes…"

"And I always leave my customers satisfied." Selina emphasized her point by running her tongue over her ruby red lips.

"Come on kid, stop with the softballs. Give me a hardball." Peter didn't have any 'hardball' questions that she wanted. His mind raced for one.

"How long do plan on staying here?"

"I said hard." Selina complained. "I'm not sure. I may just pop out whenever I want. I love to do that. Leave everyone wanting more. You wouldn't believe what lengths people will go through to get a piece of me."

Peter gulped, and Selina continued. "But that's just me. What about you...Peter is it? What makes you tick? You got a girlfriend?"

"I...uh...it's complicated." Peter didn't want to discuss his troubles with Gwen or Mary Jane….or Felicia.

"Trouble huh? Need me to put in a good word?" Selina squeezed her chest together. "Anyone you need me to straighten out? Girls your age are needlessly complicated. You could use someone with a little more….maturity."

Peter's jaw worked open and shut several times.

"What? Never thought about it? Young men like you should be careful to not mock experience. Enthusiasm only gets you so far." Selina leaned back against the stage. "We know exactly what we want and have a few tricks up our sleeves. Sorry, my makeup is a mess do you mind?"

Peter watched as she flipped on her back and slithered to her jacket. Reaching into a pocket she pulled out a compact. Ignoring her guest she spend several moments fixing her makeup. Truth be told, Peter wasn't sure if she was wearing any in the first place, but now her face had a glow to it and her green eyes were highlighted by purple eyeshadow. When she was done she slid back over to him. The entire time his eyes were glued to her swaying cleavage.

Selina leaned in close. So close that Peter expected her to kiss him. Instead she whispered in his ear. "I know your secret Peter."

Peter felt his stomach drop. No doubt his face was turning a bright shade of red. "What do you mean?"

"Don't be shy," Selina slithered a hand down his chest; tracing his physique with a finger. "I've known since you came in."

Her other hand landed on his knee at first but quickly crept up the leg until it reached his crotch and pressed down. Almost instantly his member, already semi hard from her little ticks, surged to nearly full hardness under her hand. She purred into his ear; her hot breath dripping with desire. "Mmmm, just as I thought."

"What...do...you...mean?" Adrenaline was starting to pump through the arachnid hero. Fight or flight kicked his senses into overdrive. Even a blind man would know what she was suggesting. The pursing of her lips, the way her tongue was flicking about. How her chest rose and fell. Another shot of blood plumped his member. Peter could easily see himself falling to her charms. In that moment, a stray thought saved him. Gwen.

"Ummm…." Peter shot up out of his seat, nearly knocking her back on her butt. "Thankyoufortheinterviewmsselina." He spoke in one stream. Holding his notebook protectively around his crotch, Peter beat a quick escape from the wanton woman.

"It's Kyle by the way." She shouted after him. "Selina Kyle."

-CAT-