Katrina has an Appointment

Katrina stared at the mirror and frowned. Some new anxiety, a weight of sorts just seemed to sit in her stomach anchoring her still as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was grateful for living alone, unsure of what friends or family would think of the whorish makeup she had put on. Never mind the whorish plans for tonight.

At the same time, she also wanted to be seen. To use her new found ability to find out just what they thought. Katrina felt herself grow wet at the idea, some part of her questioning if she should relish the ability to invade people’s privacy so much.

Questioning just what her father would think if he could see her, and knew just what she was supposed to do tonight Katrina barely refraining from touching herself as she vividly recalled the dreams of being fucked in the restaurant before her family. Shaking her head at the idea making her wet as the shallow idea of exciting him Katrina breathed deeply.

Stepping out of the washroom Katrina paused before her 4’ tall meter and posed in her outfit a couple times before frowning. The sun dress wasn’t as low cut as it should be, the bottom hem could be a bit higher, and it could cling to her over all figure tighter.

Why didn’t she have something skankier she questioned, before questioning why she would have such an outfit.

Suddenly her phone vibrated demandingly, calling out loudly and provoking a scramble to silence it and see the message.

Black escalade outfront. Get in.

Katrina felt that resistance weighing down the knot in her stomach from which it clung. Swallowing deeply she put on her shoes and hurried out.

Locking the door, rushing down the hall, down the low rise building’s stair, and out into the shockingly cool dusk air, a car door falling open a short distance away.

Hoping in Katrina barely had the door closed before the store clerk frowned and shook her head.

“Strip. Put these on.” Elsa commanded, leaning back in her white lacy bralette and thong, a finger stroking her clit through the garment as she watched and masturbated as Katrina shed the clothing she thought would be appropiate for tonight.

And adorned the attire provided.

The black thong was little more than a weave of shoe lace like threads, deliberately parting and flanking her pussy lips. The half cup bra barely contained the cleavage it lifted and presented, nipples peaking over the cusp of its cups.

“Mmm…. Much better…” The blonde clerk moaned. Her voice strangely quieting the objections in Katrina’s head, a strange giddiness rising as she thought about how she was about to whore herself out for a new wardrobe. An eagerness and desire to mingle even more with the clerk further encouraging the dance of Katrina's fingers across her own skin as she barely refrained from touching herself, masturbating to the clerk clearly masturbating to her.

There was a strange thrill and arousal to her being so outside her comfort zone, or so Katrina misinterpreted the growing corruption with in her. Watching as Elsa slowly fingered herself Katrina even had to admit, she hungered to eat more pussy.

Looking out the window the car maneuvered out into the sparsely developed fringes of town, pulling off the highway and up a long driveway to stop before a large house with a three car garage. The driver stepped out and opened the door for the two women who has spent a good portion of the last half hour warming each other up. Elsa stepped out thanking him smiling at the way he looked over her body like the piece of meat she had become all too confident being.

Elsa smiled at her usual driver as he stopped and gawked at the curvaceous body of Katrina stepping out after.

“Fantastic.” Elsa complimented circling Katrina. “Now for the next step.”

“Next step?” Katrina asked, feel a slight uncertainty suddenly surface.