She goes to check on Katie

With Molly resting off her migraine, Vyki figured she would go check on Katie as she sounded like she was in a frantic rush. Hearing the familiar click-clack of her stilettos on the hard wood over the trek she had made over a thousand times during training was oddly comforting and rather exhilarating. She was enjoying the familiar sway of her hips as she swung her legs and luxuriated in the swing of the petticoat & skirt in rhythm to her walk; however, no matter how much she focused on her foot falls or the rotation of her hips, she could shake the feeling like something was missing.

Walking into the other bedroom though, her thoughts were all quickly derailed as she saw Katie frantically packing up the last garment bag. “Oh, hey, Paul. Were you able to get my car in the garage?”

Vyki nodded her head as another strike seemed to hit nearby punctuated by the sound of droplets hitting the window.

“Shit,” Katie muttered as she tried grabbing things and realizing how much she had, she turned to look at Paul standing there with one wrist out and holding her keys out to her. Not exactly a sherpa outfit, but maybe he’d still be his usual helpful self. “Um, do you think you could help me carry a few things?”

“Sure,” Vyki uttered as Katie took her keys back dropping them as she heard Vyki’s voice.

Bending over to pick them up and put them in her pocket sure she was just hearing things, “thanks. I can’t have you breaking your heels and that polish still needs to set, but you could carry some of these loose bags for me.”

“K,” Vyki responding reaching out to grasp the handles before Katie corrected her.

“No, need to let your polish set so just let me slide these over your wrists and then hold them with your elbows,” Katie instructed as Vyki followed her lead. “Now, just hold your hands up and they should stay put.” As Katie turned to pick up the larger luggage, she chuckled a bit seeing Paul look like some kind of Halloween sexy shopper/thief costume with the canvas bags and her wrists up. “Alright, let's get this all loaded up.”

“K,” Vyki chipperly responded as she spun around on her heels with practiced grace as the light bags spun around her.

Deftly walking out of the room down the hall, Katie was amazed at how fluidly he seemed to move for someone who only recently started walking in elevated shoes. Hell, the way his hips rocked, and the skirt kept flirting with showing his ass was impressively sexy. If she didn’t know it was Paul, she would definitely be found commenting her as a ‘slut’ to her friends in a bar. The controlling jerk may just be able to pull this off.

As they reached the door to the garage, Vyki swung it open and held it for Katie to get through.

“Oh, no,” Katie said looking Paul up and down, “ladies first; I insist,” she jests at him clearly looking closer to a ‘lady’ in his mini dress than her t-shirt and jeans.

Giggling, Vyki responded, “thank you,” as she turned to carry the bags to the backseat of Katie’s car.

Katie was sure she heard it that time, “what was that?”

Vyki was afraid she misunderstood what Katie meant, “oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were wanting me to go first so I said, ‘thank you.’”

Katie had to really pay attention and not let her luggage filled with client’s getups & tools to ensure hearing that feminine sound come out of Paul’s mouth. “I thought I heard that voice,” Katie said amazed, “how the hell did you do that??” She said, tossing the bags in her trunk to move closer to Paul.

“I know! It's amazing isn’t!” Vyki said thrilled that someone else was impressed by it too. “It was an inhalant that Nico & Xane sent. Some off-label side-effect from a failed ****. It only lasts for a few hours at a time, but its extraordinary isn’t?!?”