Sonia becomes John Stone's pee

More confused than anything, and far too puzzled to refuse, Melissa took the robe given to her by the PA who walked into the set to help her up. She gave him a blank look.

"It's okay" he said. "I lot of people get dazed after Dr. Ladybite's scenes. You did great."

Did she? Melissa wondered. If she had done great, why wasn't she the one flirting and chatting with John Stone. It had all happened so fast.

Slowly she was helped to a nearby locker room which lead into a nearby shower. She smiled at the PA who seemed like a decent guy. She wanted to ask him if he knew what had just happened. But that seemed doubtful.

After he left Melissa disrobed and turned on the shower. The water was warm and calming. It felt good on her skin. She tried to reply the scene over and over again. It seemed to make less and less sense each time. She was there. She was right there, John Stone's immaculate cock in her mouth. And then... not. How could it happen? Could she blame Sonia?

No, she decided, as the haziness seemed to clear from her head. Sonia was just there to help. She was doing it for Melissa and she was doing the best she could. She even said something about being powerless in the face of a golden shower... or something.

Had she said that? It was just earlier that day but it seemed so far in the past now.

A few more long minutes in the shower and Melissa felt better, or at least as good as she felt she ever would. For a moment she considered masturbating as she showered, but thought better of it. 'I need to get a hold of my sex drive' she said to herself. After all, the shoot was done. All she had to do now was go home, collect her passing grade and forget about it, forget about John Stone, Dr. Ladybite, everything. She could probably even mend her relationship with Sonia, as long as they never really spoke about what had just happened.

That all sounded good to her. So Melissa dried herself off, put her street clothes on and set off to finding Sonia.

Sonia's clothes were still in the dressing room but she was not. So Melissa tried a nearby bathroom... nothing. She walked out into the hall and found someone with the production, another PA probably.

"Have you seen Sonia?" She asked, not too concerned but ready to go home.

"Who?"

'Nevermind' she thought and walked down the hall further until she found the stern woman who'd greeted her that first day. She'd know for sure. "Have you seen Sonia?" She asked. The woman returned her question with a weary look. Melissa was annoyed. "The black girl. The black girl I came in with." And the woman finally seemed to know who she was talking about. But she shook her head and walked off.

'Where could she be?" Melissa wondered. This was getting strange. Everyone she passed in the hall she asked, until she was just saying the word "Sonia?" to strangers. And they all returned her question with shaken heads and blank stares.

A trip down one hall lead nowhere, another went to a door outside. The building was difficult to navigate, but Melissa was pretty sure she'd tried every corner before she came to one last room with the words "John Stone" written on the door. It was John's private dressing room.

'Perfect!' Melissa thought. This would give her a chance to speak with John again, show that she was a good friend and maybe flirt a bit. Plus John may even actually know where Sonia was.

Melissa knocked on the door.

"Yes?" John's voice came from behind.

"Mr. Snow... John. Is Sonia in there with you?"

What seemed like a long time passed before the answer.

"I don't know anyone by that name." John said.

No Melissa was sure someone was messing with her, and good idea or not, she opened the door and stepped into the dressing room.

John Stone sat on a big chair, completely naked, smiling. And on him, curled up on his lap, sat Sonia, completely nude too, still wet from the piss. A pair of black fluffy cat hears sat on her head, and a big bushy tail hung from her ass. For a moment Melissa wondered how it was that the tail stayed in place considering that Sonia was nude. Then, quickly, she figured it out.

"Unless you're talking about kitty." John Stone added. "Kitty... did your name used to be Sonia?"

Sonia shrugged, and in one swift motion licked the length of her arm, just like a cat would.

Melissa was shocked, turned on, annoyed, confused. But more than anything she decided it was time to go home. "Enough playing you guys. Let's go." Sonia looked back at her blankly.

"Why would you want to take a loving piss kitty away from her owner?" John Stone asked. Melissa rolled her eyes. She didn't have time for this. If Sonia wanted to play with John she could get his number and call him later.

"C'mon" Melissa shook her head at John Stone "Would you tell my friend we need to go. Let's go Sonia!" Annoyed as she was, it was still difficult to look at John's naked body and not be turned on.

"I'm not kidding," John answered. "Her name isn't Sonia. Not anymore. And she's not your anything. She's all mine. Isn't that right kitty?"

Sonia shook her head eagerly.

Melissa had never seen her friend like this before. Sonia was tough, independent, not to be fucked with. She'd never let herself fall into this mindset... at least she thought.

"You're staying with me, aren't you kitty?" John asked, and Sonia nodded eagerly.

Fine, Melissa thought, she didn't need to take Sonia with her to leave. These two could do whatever they wanted. She turned and headed toward the door.

"You know..." John Stone said just as Melissa's hand hit the doorknob. Melissa turned. "They say kitties get lonely and you shouldn't have just one. I have this pretty black cat. But I'd still love to have a pretty white cat."

Melissa's mind froze and exploded with thoughts all at once. Was that an invitation? Was John Stone coming on to her? Did he really want... what did he want exactly? How much of this kitty stuff was real. 'Just go' Melissa finally told herself. 'Just turn and go. You're done with all this. Don't stay.'

But she did stay. She couldn't help herself. She stared up at John Stone with desire in her eyes.

And he stared back "You'd make a beautiful piss kitty." Sonia smiled at her.

Melissa felt tingly all over. He liked her. He did. "What... what do I have to do?"