A conversation in the limo.

You and Katherine settle in the back seat of Mr. Carthan's limousine as it pulls away from the mansion. You roll your shoulders, spreading the warm glow of a satisfying orgasm in waves across your body. You figured you'd get lucky tonight, only not so soon, and not with Mr. Carthan's lady security guard, but with Katherine.

Katherine wriggles in her own seat, and you can swear you hear a little squish-squish sound. You bend toward her and slide an arm around her waist. She sighs gently. You breathe in deeply and catch a definite whiff of aroused female and a hint of an unfamiliar perfume. Her cheeks seem flushed in the dim light of the passenger compartment. You wonder what has her so hot and bothered.

"I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long," you say. "Mr. Carthan and that guy Mr. Morris had a lot of questions for me. Did that photographer, who was it, Miss Dell, keep you busy?"

"Miss Dill," Katherine says firmly. "Philandra Dill. No, it was fun chatting with her friends at the party." She breathes in deeply, and her breasts rise and fall inside her satin dress, under the light wrap she's wearing this summer night. "And she invited me to sit for a portfolio," Katherine says brightly. "But I'm happy we're on our way to the dance. And especially that we're leaving that creepy security woman behind. I swear she was flirting with you from the moment she got in the back seat, turning on all her 'I'm a cold bitch but you want me' moves."

You laugh nervously. Your ears feel hot at Katherine's mention of Sadie flirting with you. Now that you think about it, Kat's right, she was. You think she might be following the limo in your car, so you're not sure you're rid of her yet.

Katherine sniffs. "Did you put on some cologne or something?"

"Um, yeah, I saw some in the bathroom and decided to try it out," you say. You hope it covers up any traces of your go with Sadie the security guard. But now you're wondering who fucked whom in that storage room.

"It makes you smell like an old rich man," she says. "It's okay I guess."

"It's probably Mr. Carthan's," you say. You breathe deeply, trying to settle yourself down. "You think we'll be in time for pictures?"

Katherine laughs. "We got some already!" she says. "Let's just dance."

You squeeze her gently with the arm circling her waist. She sighs and leans toward you. She lifts your other hand to her breast as you lean close.

Your lips touch, and your tongues. You breathe in deeply. Your eyebrows rise involuntarily. Katherine tastes like she's been eating...pussy!

You both draw back your heads abruptly. Your hand is still on her breast with hers on top.

"Katherine?" you say, not really knowing what you're asking.

Katherine says, "You taste like wintergreen. Your sister told me you hated wintergreen." She gives you a quizzical look. "Why would you...?" She looks suspiciously at you.