Danny stays behind to set up

"I'm going to stay here, set up." Danny was all business.

"Okay, suit yourself." Katie danced back up the stairs. Her robe flapped open as she went, and she did nothing to pull it closed again. Danny watched her go up the stairs, and caught fleeting glimpses of her naked body peeking out from the robe. He smiled, and stepped back outside to gather things from his truck.

Katie got back to her room, and began to gather the clothes into a plastic storage bin to bring down. As she stacked things up, she had a sudden realization. I need bras and panties! Katie always tried to match her underwear with her outfits. Style, color, feel -- if they didn't go together, she just didn't feel right.

She rummaged through her drawers, and found several options, all of which went into the storage bin. She pulled out a lacy black bra, one of her favorites. She pulled open the robe, and pressed the lace to her skin. She gently grazed her breast through and around the cup of the bra, lightly touching her own skin around the sides and bottom of her breast.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, her free hand instinctively went toward her pussy. She touched herself lightly. She glanced back at her bed. There were two sex toys on her nightstand. Maybe it's just as well Danny didn't come up here. I forgot to put away my stuff.

One toy was a small purple vibrator, the other was a massive plastic dildo in the shape of an erect penis. It had been a joke gift from Olivia last Christmas, but it turned out that Katie used it regularly. It was similar in size to Tyler's cock (her not-quite-a-boyfriend who often spent the night at the house), and she had many fantasies about two men at once. Real Tyler and plastic Tyler was a close approximation.

Katie sighed. I don't have time for this! She knew she had to get back downstairs. You two, she thought, looking at the vibrator and dildo, will have to wait until later.

She heard the door downstairs open and close. "Danny?" she called. No response. "Danny?" she called again. But again, no response. She stepped back out into the hallway, still holding the bra against her bosom, her robe open. She leaned over the balcony rail, and saw the array of lights, cameras, and reflectors, that Danny had said he'd be bringing in. She also saw a red haired man in the foyer below. Who is that? she wondered. "Danny?" she called once again.

The red haired man looked up. "Hi. I'm Sam."