Continue with Katie

Katie tapped her long, polished fingernails on the desk as the phone rang. She couldn’t wait to tell her maker about all that had happened—her recent feeding, her continued enjoyment of her feminine body, and, most of all, of course, the fact that she now had power that, just a few days ago, was beyond her comprehension. Suddenly, the phone stops ringing and someone picks up. “Hello?” came a female voice on the other end. Katie was surprised having expected Jonny to pick up. Katie wasn’t sure what body Jonny was in, but he had been a man just the night before, albeit a fairly tiny and unmanly version of a man. “Um, hello, who is this please?” Katie asked. “This is Lisa. I’m Jonny’s . . . ah . . . well . . . personal assistant. How may I help you?” came the reply.

“Well, um, my name is Katie, and I was really hoping to talk to Jonny if that’s all right,” Katie said. “Well,” Lisa began, “at the moment Jonny is preparing for a meeting with the Chief of Police about some possible mayhem and destruction later this week, and he just got back from dining out, so he has to get right to the meeting. I’ll tell you what you’re more than welcome to leave a message, and I can pass it on to him in a jiffy,” said Lisa. Katie was getting annoyed. This woman seemed to think that she and she alone could decide who got to talk to Jonny.

“Who is that?” came Jonny’s voice on the other end of the phone. “Someone named Katie?” Lisa answered, as if unsure why the name should ring a bell. “Oh,” Jonny said, “I’ll take that.” “Okay, remember the Sheriff should be here any minute,” Lisa cautioned. “She’s paralyzed by a fundamental break in her sense of justice and of her own identity. I’m sure she can find something to ponder while I chat.” Katie chuckled. “Hello?” Johnny said, now on the phone.

“So who’s Lisa?” Katie immediately asked. “She’s my secretary kinda,” Jonny said, “what’s up?” Katie could have probed that area more but chose not to. “Well, I got a visit from the old man today, and apparently I’m the Queen of Sin, so I have that going for me, which is nice,” Katie said with a slight laugh. “And you’ve probably eaten by now,” Jonny surmised, “how was that.” “Oh it was a photo finish. This body was about to give out on me, but I was lucky to find this fat fuck in the basement with a sense of chivalry, or at least he did have one until I sucked his soul out of him . . . probably not so much now . . . “ “You do have to be careful about getting enough to eat, especially when you’re new to this. If you don’t eat enough, you won’t die, but the body you’re in will. You’ll be weak and you’ll have to find a new body. Most demons don’t like to be without bodies long, so you might get stuck in a spot where you don’t have a ton of options.” “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind,” Katie said, “anyway, you’ve used a lot of different bodies over time, do you find you like one kind more tha—“ Katie began, but was cut off when Lisa informed Jonny that the sheriff had arrived and took the phone from him. “Jonny said it was nice talking to you; bye now!” came Lisa’s voice on the other end of the phone, followed by a click.

“Than any other kind?” Katie pointlessly finished her sentence before hanging up the phone on her desk in irritation. She turned and looked at the security feed as it showed the various spots that the cameras happened to cover. Katie stood up, straightened her dress, and walked sexily out of her office to look first-hand upon her customers.

“Dimbe!” Katie yelled as she exited her office. The man came over, “Yes, Mistress,” he said. “It’s getting a bit late in the day, and the dinner guests are starting to arrive, and I would like to get to know some of our patrons, and I’m told we have a fundraiser going on upstairs. I’d like to meet those involved.” “Yes, Mistress,” Dimbe replied as he led you into a grand room in the upper part of the building. The doors opened to reveal a large space with ornate carpet and furnishings and restaurant staff bustled about the place, moving to and fro and carrying trays of various things. In the center of this grand room was a table in the shape of a circle, and around it sat several men in suits. There was the head of the local rotary club, the head of the Red Cross, the Superintendent of the local schools, and many other fairly well-paid individuals who could afford to attend a function at the restaurant.

Upon seeing you and Dimbe enter, one of the men stood up and came over to you while you were still just in the room and over by the wall. “Hello,” said the pleasant-faced man of probably about 64, “I’m Father Connors.” He had white hair and a beard plus a reasonably fit figure. Katie could tell from his clothes that he was a priest, as he had the usual dark suit punctuated by a simple white color. “Hello, Miss,” he said as he warmly extended his hand, “I’m told you’re the new owner, and my sincere congratulations on that, and I want to thank you for continuing the wonderful tradition that this restaurant has so kindly helped us with for many years,” he said nicely as he looked down at Katie, who was much shorter. “Oh, well it’s an honor having you, but I’m not sure what, um . . . “ Katie began, not entirely sure what it was that was happening.

“Oh,” the good preacher said, “you see, this is a charitable dinner. Folks pay five hundred dollars a plate to come and eat here, and the money goes to the church’s efforts to help the homeless. Your restaurant has provided the food free of charge.” Katie smiled. “Well it’s a wonderful cause,” she said, “so your waitresses are treating you well?” “Oh yes,” Father Connors said, “they’re just being little angels. There’s one now, in fact,” he said motioning to one of the women off in the distance as she poured a drink.

Katie looked at her, and she had an idea. The waitress in question was Mina Ramirez, a 25-year-old immigrant from Mexico who had worked at the restaurant a couple years now. She had skin of a dark complexion, as well as dark hair. Today, since this was a charity function for a church, she wore a somewhat conservative uniform—a completely buttoned-up white shirt with a name tag and dark pants instead of a skirt, both of which were an effort to hide her physical, shall we say, assets, but assets they were nonetheless. Katie could see her chest jiggle as she walked, and her hips swayed back and forth, punctuated by a wonderfully full backside her pants struggled to contain. She had just starting selling her wonderful body a few months ago for extra money, and this would be a great chance to give her some practice.

“Father,” Katie said, “there’s really not enough lust in your life is there?” she said as she placed her hand firmly on the man’s back. His eyes took on the red glow common of the entranced as his aged body relaxed. “Not enough . . . “ he mumbled as his mind swam with feelings a man of his profession ought not have. “Father,” Katie said with a smile, “that waitress over there—Mina—she really is something, isn’t she? The way her boobs bounce around under that shirt, not to mention an ass to die for,” she said, looking up to see the father’s eyes focused like a laser on the waitress. “I bet you’d like to give her a good fuck,” she said. All that came from the good father was a nod and a slight grunt. “So tonight when you leave, I want you to take her with you and pay her well, and do her so hard she’ll walk weird for a whole week after she comes back.”

Katie removed her hand from Conners, and the red glow left his eyes and hers. “Thank you again for coming, Father,” Katie said as he meandered back in the direction of his table still in a small daze. As he walked back, he did seem to be taking the time to look at Mina more than he had before. Katie motioned for Dimbe, who leaned over. “Make sure that the cost of their transaction is negotiated here before they leave, and make sure the restaurant gets a cut,” she commanded simply as the two headed off to meet the next guests.