Katrina is Influenced Further

Katrina tossed and turned in her sleep, her arousing dreams strangely pornographic compared to normal. In them she had embraced, and even called out people noticing her.

Katrina pulled down her pants and had one woman’s man fuck her bent over at the table to give her a better view of Katrina’s ass. She stared deep into her father’s and mother’s eyes as they watched her with admiration, pride, and arousal.

Katrina even licked lewdly at them as she saw them reaching into each other’s laps, the idea they were getting each other off to her adding a new depth to the perversion.

Katrina pulled out and offered her breasts to several guys who had checked her out as dinner resumed, not an easy feat as it wasn’t a low cut top.

Katrina apologized to her father, excusing herself from the table to go fuck someone who had caught her eye at another table before dessert.

As the bill came Katrina told her father not to worry about tipping, dropping to her knees and freeing the waiter's cock for her to play with.

Awakening in a warm sweat Katrina squirmed with arousal. The strangely graphic dream quickly fading from her awareness only leaving the impression that it was fucking hot, and she enjoyed it. Smiling as she realized how much earlier than her alarm she had woken. Katrina felt strangely invigorated and alert, the usual slog of the early morning absent from her waking as she stretched out in her bed and considered what to do with the extra time before work. Plenty of time to get herself off. Katrina considered with a smile as she stood up out of her bed and gazed around the small room of her apartment.

Through the morning in the office the subtle whispers continued, their changing tones fueling Katrina’s ego. No longer did the whispers simply cause Katrina to notice the odd gaze, or the slightest way she distracted and attracted.

Now they provoked seductive smirks on Katrina’s face as they enticed and aroused her.

She spent the day nodding at bulging crotches teasingly, smirking at the slight rise a simple double entrendre or innuendo provoked, relishing undoing her top couple blouse buttons and walking around the office without her jacket, inspiring a whole new round of whispers her mind eagerly accepted to feed its attention starved appetite.

As the work day ended Katrina found herself meandering the mall debating just what it was, she needed to do next.

Stepping into one shop Katrina gazed about the racks, initially starting with slacks, she soon found herself going through the business skirts, wondering which ones would flaunt her usually concealed curves best.

Something tugged on her, trying to remind her of how she wore the dress pants for a reason, the coat and blouse helping to banish any thoughts appealing to those around her for anything beyond professional reasons.

As Katrina reconsidered those thoughts, she browsed the skirts ever slower until…

“Can I help you?” Katrina had noticed the dirty blonde girl eyeing her since she entered, there was something about her that tugged on Katrina’s attentions, that stirred even more erotic thoughts whispered about in Katrina’s mind.

A strange animalistic magnetism that Katrina couldn’t explain.

Think of how she could help on her knees, draped from my hips.

“I think I need a change of style.” Katrina began stepping away from the clothing wrack and spreading her posture, her voice betraying a doubt in her consideration.

“Well…” The dirty blonde’s hair was borderline brown, almost as if it had been dyed and was just naturally darkening. The way her head tilted, her eyes scanning up and down Katrina as she circled provoking a strange arousal in Katrina. “What were you thinking, and just be blatantly honest.”

“I think I’ve got too much ‘I’m not just a sex object', and not enough va va voom.” Something pulled in Katrina’s head, some strange alarm about just what she had uttered.

“Well let’s get you into a dressing room,” The dirty blonde began, eyeing Katrina up and down almost sexually blatantly while circling her. “I think I can eye what size you are, but if you really want to flaunt it I’m going to need some private measurements.”

As the dirty blonde started to lead Katrina by a hand to a change room Katrina found herself strangely admiring and checking out the professionally dressed sales clerk. The dirty blonde flaunted a white blouse that made you question if you could see through it as it moved in the light, paired with a cream coloured business skirt, the contours it followed implying an absence of anything beneath. The slit of the skirt extended up each leg to end in line with the bottom of her ass, something tugged in Katrina’s mind that business skirt didn’t normally have two, never mind such extensive leg slits.

Entering into the larger change room after her escort Katrina was kind of shocked by the quickly closed and latched door, an urgent command of “Strip" uttered as the dirty blonde licked her teeth and snapped her measuring tape taught in her hands. All while leaning back against the door in a sexually dominant manner.

Turning her back to the clerk Katrina removed her jacket and hung it next to the mirror, looking through it to see the clerk behind her eyeing Katrina up and down.

“Bikini cut, nice balanced choice.” The clerk remarked, as Katrina’s slacks dropped to the floor, her toned legs stepping shyly free of the pants as Katrina felt herself having second thoughts.

I have to admit, its hot how she looks at me.

Katrina could swear the thought was whispered in her ear, an uncontrolled shiver of arousal chilling electrically through her as she shifted slightly and looked at the obvious sexual hunger looking her backside up and down, the clerk licking her teeth.

Stepping forward the clerk slowly reached around Katrina from behind, measuring Katrina’s stomach.

“You must put a lot of time in at the gym.” The clerk remarked, humming in approval to herself as she pulled the tape snug looked at the number, then gazed up at Katrina with a smile.

“Uh no… Not really…” Katrina awkwardly replied feeling herself growing embarrassed and flush with a strange arousal as the tape reach around beneath her rather plain bra. Why didn’t I wear something hotter, Katrina questioned herself before questioning the strange thought.

As the tape reached over across her bra Katrina tried to shake the idea of being walked out on the floor in her panties, her breasts contained by the tape pulled over her nipples, ready to be free from obstructed view by the perverted clerk behind her.

“Turn around please.” The clerk’s voice seemed casual, unconcerned, her head tilted down as she scribbled on a pad.

Turning on the spot Katrina felt her heart skip a beat as the clerk’s eyes met with hers directly, a strange almost pleading need seeming to pull on her soul as the clerk crouched down before her.

“Don’t mind this, we want to get your hip and ass measurements perfect.” The clerk remarked in a sultry tone as she peeled the bikini cut panties just below the flare of Katrina’s hips and reached the tape around.

Pull her face against me. The whisper she heard in her ears blended with Katrina’s inner monologue, a gasp of delight at the idea escaping Katrina’s lip as she averted looking to the clerk.

Gasping in surprise Katrina’s eyes locked with the clerk’s, a mischievous smile beaming up at Katrina. “You did come here for clothes, didn’t you?”

Katrina found herself at a loss on just what to reply, the reality of the clerk’s gentle teasing kissing above her panty lines provoking many of the new thoughts Katrina was struggling to process.

“I’ll be right back with a few outfits, and…” Turning to the door the clerk gazed over her shoulder, “well you can tell me what you think.”