Caterina Training: Thursday to Saturday

Thursday: Strip dancing

The fourth day of their training took Caterina out of the apartment again, this time she was headed to the seedy strip club in the city. The reason behind her visit was rather simple, they needed to raise money to avoid the eviction ending, and Jessica was insistent that it would be best to earn the money by stripping, and Caterina agreed. She remembered reading strategy guides recommending to grind the misogyny stat whilst also earning some money.

Speaking of the misogyny stat, Caterina had been grinding that one relentlessly. When the crowd made sexist, lewd and inappropriate comments about her she learned to smile and wave.

“Core, look at those tits.”

“And that ass.”

“Is she human or an angel?”

“No angel would be found here, she must be from the other place.”

“If there are chicks like that well I’m hailing Satan.”

Caterina forced a smile, a task that had become significantly easier with Jessica’s training. Between her pressing herself against the window on Monday and being taken to shop publicly in her new outfit, Caterina was started to nurture her exhibitionist streak. She could imagine her misogynist stat had increased from ‘frigid feminist’ to ‘learning her place’ at the very least.

But as the studious Caterina in her head always reminded her, raising her stats was only one part of her mission. She also needed to earn a fortune and raise the harem. It was only by the narrowest of margins that she had avoided the eviction ending.

The strip club was fairly extensive, and she could see that Jessica was also performing, but Caterina could see she wasn’t enjoying herself. As much money as they might make from stripping, their Master would make more from a day’s work, so he wasn’t there. It was a sign of Jessica’s maxed out loyalty stat that she was still here, even if her disgust for men leering at property that wasn’t there’s was patently clear on her face.

Apart from them, Caterina could spot one other prositute working the tables that night, since the others had been invited to private rooms. She was an African-American woman with chocolate coloured skin and a huge ass that was gorgeously covered only by a single one piece swimsuit that was patterned in zebra print.

As deliciously scrumptious as the stripper’s behind was, Caterina’s eyes quickly drifted towards the woman she was speaking to. Even if she wasn’t wearing her police uniform and was instead wearing a leather jacket, vest and tight pants, Caterina could recognise Sofia from the game.

“Tough night sugar?” The stripper asked, placing the the bottle on the table next to Sofia.

“Tell me about it, Zumi.” Sofia moaned, throwing her head into the sofa with exhaustion. The stripper, who Caterina now knew was called Zumi, straddled Sofia’s lap. She proceeded to pour out a fizzy bottle of champagne for Sofia and handed it to her.

“Want to talk about it, hun?” Zumi asked, her amber eyes soft and approachable.

“Agh, fuck you don’t want me trauma dumping on you Zumi. Ain’t your mess.” Sofia grumbled but Caterina could see that beneath that prickly exterior was someone who really wanted to confide in someone.

“Caterina!” Jessica barked, snapping Caterina’s attention back to the stage. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be dancing!”

Caterina blushed. She had gotten lost in the conversation and forgot the reason she was supposed to be here and Jessica’s bad mood made her temper all the fiercer. “S-sorry Jessica.”

“If we’re going to be stuck here giving these… pleasant gentlemen.” Jessica spat out the word describing the men who were so clearly not her Master. “Then you’d better use the opportunity to learn how to dance and how to make some money.”

“R-right. Sorry Jessica!” Caterina stammered, returning to her pole dancing. Thankfully her sexy body still drew enough stares that the crowd wasn’t too disappointed that she had stopped dancing. Still, even as she danced, her movements grew mechanical as her attention was still stuck to Sofia and Zumi.

“She’s going to get everything in the divorce, that much is clear cause I was the one who. You know…” Sofia trailed off, bitterly.

“That… should I have…” Zumi asked, but Sofia raised her hand.

“I hired you, I paid you, you were doing your job.” Sofia said, waving her off. “It’s just…”

“Do you regret it?” Zumi asked. “I’m not here to judge, but if you want to talk about it.”

“No, it’s more complicated than that. But…” Sofia gripped her glass tightly. “You wouldn’t understand. No one understands.”

Caterina could tell that there was more to the story, more that Sofia was keeping hidden to herself. Out of shame, or because she was sure that no one would ever understand. Caterina’s heart went out to her, she knew what it was like to have secrets that no one could understand.

“Want me to get you another drink, sugar? On the house. A reward for not running us out of town?” Zumi said, with the patience of a bartender.

“No, I’m good.” Sofia said, getting to her feet though she looked like she might trip any second. “Need to find somewhere to hit the hay.”

She started to stumble out of the door, and Caterina knew it wasn’t solely because of alcohol that Sofia was stumbling. “Wait!”

With no plan, and without wanting to think of the scolding that Jessica would give her, Caterina leapt over the barrier and into the crowd. Ignoring the hands that groped her or the voices that catcalled her more easily than ever before, she caught up to Sofia. “Sofia, wait!”

“How-how do you know my name?” She slurred, drunk, but hardly black out drunk.

“I…” Caterina was not an intelligent woman, but she knew that Lana was the last name that Sofia wanted to hear from Caterina. “You can’t go home yet!”

“Yeah, watch me!”

“You’re upset!” Caterina said, grabbing her by the hand.

“None of your business.” She snarled stubbornly.

“But I want it to be my business, I don’t want you to be upset.” Caterina cried desperately. She needed help, why wouldn’t Sofia let Caterina help.

“Listen bitch, I know how this game works. You play nice to get me to pay up.” Sofia said, jabbing a finger at Caterina’s chest.

“I don’t want your money.” Caterina whimpered.

“Yeah, but you’re not offering any free private dances, are you? But you’ll make it seem like it’s my idea. I ain’t falling for it.” Sofia said, pulling her hand free.

“You can have a private dance. Free of charge.” Caterina blurted out, and she almost immediately regretted it. Jessica’s withering stare could be seen from the stage. This was a failure of her loyalty stat, she had most certainly failed the roll. Her Master had ordered her to make money stripping, giving Sofia a free dance was against his explicit instructions.

But she had to, she couldn’t let Sofia leave when she needed help. No matter how badly it affected her loyalty stat (and even if that was the reason it was so low to begin with), Caterina wouldn’t abandon her.

The offer of a free dance seemed to intrigue the policewoman. She eyed Caterina slowly, and then she eyed Caterina’s huge tits. Drool leaked out of her inebriated mouth. “Fuck it, why not? Free show is a free show.”

Caterina felt relieved, yet also anxious. She could feel Jessica’s anger at her, wondering why Caterina was wasting time with this stranger and not even bothering to earn money for her Master. Would Caterina be able to pretend this was because she was horny and impress Jessica with her slut training?

Still Caterina needed to help Sofia, even if other people might just dismiss her as a cheating slut, Caterina wasn't that sort of woman. She believed that people wanted help even when they pretended otherwise, and she believed that even the worst actions had reasons behind them. Deep down.

“So you going to dance, or what?” Sofia asked, lounging in the leather chair as Caterina closed the curtains behind her.

“If you do, will you tell me what’s wrong?” Caterina asked hopefully. As she started to dance, as sexually as possible.

Sofia studied Caterina closely, as if trying to understand what game Caterina was trying to play. Caterina was very used to this expression, it took a lot of people some time to realise that Caterina was never playing any game, and her efforts were sincere. Eventually Sofia sighed and leant back. "Not much to say, I'm a cheater. That's all there is to it. A nice girl called Zumi here, behind my wife's back."

"Okay, but why did you do it?" Caterina asked, but she didn’t mean for the question to sound so accusatory.

“Don’t know.” Sofia grunted, eyeing Caterina’s ass as she shook it. But something seemed to break through her tough facade. “It’s difficult to explain.”

“But I want to understand.” Caterina insisted, her eyes shimmering with sincerity.

“It was something that was building up for a while.” Sofia admitted, her tone became one of confession. “Lana, she started out great. But things changed when we moved in together, she liked to keep things her way. Everything had to be exactly right for her.”

“So she was too controlling?” Caterina asked, her movements more robotic now. She found herself caring little for the simple task of dancing, as much as she was wanting to help understand.

“It was more than that, but it sounds childish when I say it out loud.” Sofia grumbled, but then looking into Caterina’s eyes she knew they’d be no judgement. “If I didn’t do the dishes, then she’d stop sex. If I wanted to invite the wrong friends over then no sex. If I wanted to do something at a time that was inconvenient to her then no sex. God it sounds childish saying it aloud, but-“

“But sex stopped being an act of love and started becoming a way to control you,” Caterina said, stopping her dance as she realised the issue.

Sofia gaped at Caterina's statement and instantly Caterina was worried she'd made mistake. Then she started to form tears in her eyes, and this police officer was starting to cry. In an instant Caterina forgot that she was supposed to be caring about the lewd dance and instead pulled Sofia into a hug.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” Caterina said as comfortably as possible.

"Thank you...it's just...everyone sees me as nothing but a dirty cheater. You’re the first who understands, the first who cares.” Sofia whimpered into Caterina’s embrace as she continued to hug her until the tears dried.

Friday

Caterina was paying for what she had done the last night. Jessica had not been happy that Caterina had disobeyed orders to help Sofia, and she did not care for her reasons. “Your loyalty is to our Master, not some whore on the streets.”

Caterina tried to explain herself but Jessica was having none of it, especially when she was in a bad mood from being objectified by men who weren’t her master. Because of that, today Jessica believed that Caterina’s loyalty training was necessary. Being trained for loyalty meant being fucked repeatedly by Jessica’s strap on, shaped like her Master’s dick whilst being denied the right to cum.

“That’s right, bitch. You defied our Master last night, you left me to earn the money he needed alone!” Jessica snarled, her face one pure savage lust as she enjoyed fucking Caterina with a strap on. “So now your cumming privileges are revoked!”

Caterina was feeling the pain of her punishment all too well. Her every cell felt like it was on fire, and yet she was forced to deny her body its desperate plea to cum. “Remember your loyalty stat, remember your loyalty stat.”

“Remember your body is for your Master, remember your body is for your Master.” Jessica snarled, cackling like a mad woman. “Repeat it until that sinks into the depths of your very soul.

“My body is for my Master, my body is for my Master.” Caterina repeated, her mouth on autopilot. They didn’t truly register the words she was speaking, it was taking all her mental fortitude to avoid cumming. Every instinct within her craved release, craved the opportunity to cum.

“You want no rights, you desire only to serve your Master.”

“I want no rights, I desire only to serve my Master." Caterina echoed, her voice pained with the struggle to avoid cumming. Across from her, in front of her eyes was a laptop playing porn. Jessica had lined up several videos of women submitting to men, of serving them as sex slaves. They were to serve as Caterina's inspiration, and Caterina was supposed to study the images and learn from them as she was fucked.

Truth be told, however the words were flowing through one ear and leaving the other. Caterina's head was simply being filled with an overwhelming lust that burned away any rational thought in her head. What few words that her mind could hope to form were spent trying to strategise and think about how her new situation was changed, and how much closer she was now to escaping her doom. Perhaps she could at least see her loyalty stat raise from defiant rebel to how much now? Maybe Stepford Wife at least? Or was it just 'loyal wife'? What was the name of the stat again?

"Focus slut!" Jessica barked, slapping Caterina's ass and sending a ripple of pleasure through Caterina's body that emerged from Caterina's mouth as a yelp of pleasure. "What did the whore on the screen just say?"

The whore on the screen? Caterina's eyes turned to the screen who had made some kind of statement about what a true slave should be, but yet Caterina didn't know what on Earth she might have just said. "I...oh...um..."

"Pathetic..." Jessica sneered, her voice dripping with lustful, misogynistic venom. "It looks as if you've earned yourself another hour without cumming as we rewatch the video from scratch.

"N-no..." Caterina whimpered desperately. She knew there was no need to start from scratch, that there was no need to watch the whole video again for the one line she had missed. But Jessica enjoyed herself, enjoyed torturing Caterina. Enjoyed making inferior women, like themselves, suffer in perverted ways. And most of all she enjoyed the fact that their Master was pleased knowing that Jessica was such a sadistic slut.

But then there was a knock at the door, firm and harsh. Exactly the way that Lana Fey would knock on the door, and worst of all their Master wasn't here and they'd have to answer it themselves. They stopped fucking almost immediately in a panic, Caterina's pale blue eyes meeting Jessica's green eyes as they silently asked the same question to each other. "What do we do?"

There was another impatient knock, and Jessica knew it could only belong to one woman. "What's that bitch doing here?" She hissed, pulling away from Caterina, throwing the strap on onto the bed and rushing to change from her dominatrix outfit into her much more reasonable maid outfit with a surprising amount of speech. "Rent's not supposed to be due for another week."

Caterina's own skin paled, they'd gathered most of the money they needed yesterday, but their Master would still need to clock in one more payday. She too got dressed, hoping that her sweat-soaked skin wasn't too obvious, but just as she pulled on her dress, Jessica was pointing at her. "You, stay here."

Caterina didn't want to anger Jessica any further after yesterday, so she obeyed, but she nevertheless peered through a crack in the door as Jessica finally opened the door to the apartment. She curtseyed before Lana Fey, but could not keep the frustration off her face. "Greetings Mrs Lana Fey, my Master isn't in right now, but would you like me to take a message?"

Lana Fey inspected Jessica like she was a piece of oddly shaped dirt. Her expression wasn't just one of disgust but also curiosity, and Caterina couldn't truly blame her. She supposed the apartment's dynamic must seem especially odd to an outsider. "And you are?"

"Jessica Rabbit, my lady." Jessica answered, the last two words escaping her lips as if it was poison.

Lana Fey raised an eyebrow. "You're cosplaying as that cartoon character." She sighed. "I suppose I can't pretend to understand your fantasies, or what exactly my tenants get up to in this depraved apartment."

A vein twitched in Jessica's jaw. "Our Master isn't here right now, how may I help you? Our rent isn't due for another week."

Lana Fey stopped and suddenly she started twiddling her thumbs. "It's not about rent...it's about Caterina."

Jessica raised an eyebrow of her own, her frustration melting before surprise. "Caterina? Why? She is here, but what would you want with her?"

"Well...I was thinking...if she's up for it..." Lana Fey was blushing bright red now, her thumbs twiddling quicker and quicker. "Would she...perhaps... enjoy a cup of...tea with me?"

Lana Fey's eyes broke eye contact completely, now being focused on the floor as if it was a mosaic. Jessica herself had rose to her feet, a hint of frustration on her face. "Caterina is busy with training right now. She can't."

"Oh..." Lana Fey said, her bitchiness disappearing of her face and replaced with simple passive disappointment. “Oh I see…”

Caterina felt her heart break for her, she must be so lonely. But this time Caterina was passing her loyalty stat, she was staying behind. Like a good, loyal sex slave should, even though she desperately wanted to assuage the disappointment in Lana Fey’s eyes.

“Oh now isn’t that interesting?” Jessica seemed to notice that disappointment too, but it didn’t seem to earn any sympathy within Jessica. Instead her expression became one of naked greed. “On second thoughts, I think Caterina is available.” She snaps her fingers. “Caterina! Get your sexy tits in here.”

Lana Fey scowled at Jessica, she raised a finger at Jessica. “How dare you treat-“

“Lana, it’s okay.” Caterina insisted, sensing the upcoming argument. “It’s not a problem Lana, it’s just-“ Caterina’s mind went blank. Just what? She was just their sex slave? They just have that kind of relationship? They’re just… “playing. She’s just playing around.”

Caterina forced a grin as wide as she could, but it was a weak one. “Just a game we play together. It’s a thing we found online…it some parts of the internet. You understand, right?”

Caterina knew her lie we obvious, she knew her smile was far too wide for anyone to think was sincere, but it was all she could think of to do. However to her surprise Lana Fey simply sighed with a smile. “I don’t think there’s anyone who can understand how your mind works, Caterina.”

“Eh?” What was that supposed to mean? Caterina cocked her head in confusion. But Lana Fey was simply smiling, not a single trace of frostiness on her face.

“Would you like to accompany me for…” she swallowed. “For tea…?”

She was anxious, and the request seemed out of the blue. Caterina never remembered Lana Fey asking the main character to tea in the eviction route. Was this some secret bad ending she hadn’t gotten yet? Or perhaps it was something else?

“Sure.” Caterina said brightly, never being one to turn down an offer for cookies, treats or tea. Her stomach had always been a bottomless pit for food and treats. Oh how she missed Maria and her delectable sweets.

Caterina followed Lana Fey, tempted by the promise of sweets and sugar. Lana Fey was pulling her along like she was a lost puppy, or perhaps as if Caterina was was a toddler being dragged home from school. Either way Caterina didn’t resist the offer and allowed herself to be taken, though she did start to suspect that there was some kind of ulterior motive behind this. Unless… she couldn’t have…

As soon as they were behind closed doors, Lana Fey paused. She was nervous, wringing her hands in a panic and avoiding eye contact. On more than one occasion Caterina saw her swallowing, and she nearly broke a teacup several times she was shaking so much.

“Hey there.” Caterina said, grasping Lana Fey’s hands into her own. “It’s okay, there’s no need to be nervous. I know why you invited me here.”

For some odd reason Lana Fey’s face turned even redder, and the normally abrasive personality seemed to melt off her face like butter. When she spoke it was as a timid, shy voice. “You do?”

“Yeah, you know that I spoke to Sofia the other day.”

“I’m sorry, I know you’re in a relationship but-eh?” Lana Fey froze head cocking in confusion.

“Yeah I happened to run into her at a club.” Caterina said, twiddling her thumbs. “I wanted to know why she cheated on you, to hear her side of the story.”

“I don’t care why.” Lana snapped, but she was avoiding Caterina gaze.

Caterina placed a hand on Lana’s shoulder. “I think you do. Don’t you? You’re angry and I guess I can get why.” She said, as tears began to form treacherously in Lana’s eyes.

“I’ve moved on.” Lana Fey said, but Caterina didn’t believe that. “I…what did she say?”

Caterina paused, her fingers flexed towards her waist where she would normally fiddle with her skirt before she remembered that she didn’t have a skirt anymore. With a deep breath Caterina started to explain what had happened the last night at the strip club. Unsurprisingly Lana Fey wasn’t impressed by Sofia’s reasoning.

“That’s rich. She’s a fucking slut and she blames me for not being her personal prostitute? Can you believe her?” Lana Fey snarled, arms folded.

“I don’t think that’s exactly it.” Caterina said tentatively, her mouth talking before her brain could keep up with it, and couldn't help but wince at Lana's reaction. "Look, do you perhaps think you started to take advantage of sex? Using it as a means of control?”

“I’m not some sex toy who she can demand to spread her legs when she feels like it." She hissed, crossing her arms and pouting incessantly. But the tears in her eyes weren't just ones of anger or disgust, but also doubt and worry. “She… it’s no excuse for her cheating on me.”

“I know.” Caterina reassured her, pulling Lana into a hug. She was struggling to explain everything she wanted Lana to understand. That Caterina didn’t blame Lana for being angry, that what Sofia wasn’t alright but despite that it wasn’t completely black and white. That there might be some hope for their relationship. “But if you try to understand, you’ll feel better.”

There was a silence, a very long pause between Caterina and Sofia. Eventually though a tremor of guilt rippled across Lana’s face. “Perhaps I was a bit stubborn at times.”

“It’s alright Lana, but maybe you should tell Sofia that. Might make you both feel a bit better.” Caterina suggested warmly.

“I’ll…I’ll consider it.” Lana said slowly, nuzzling into Caterina’s chest (and her cleavage) warmly.

“That’s all I ask. Well that and one other thing.” Caterina released the hug but clasped Lana’s hands. “You promised me tea and cookies right? Are they handmade and as delicious as Maria’s?

“Maria?”

“Oh never mind. More importantly- sweets!” Caterina squealed before she started to gobble the sweets with a big goofy smile on her face. One that was surprisingly shared by Lana Fey for whatever reason. She must have become such good friends with Caterina.

Saturday

“Well my dear, I’m pleased to say that you’ve made a lot of progress in such a short amount of time.” Jessica said as they strode through the streets publicly. This time Caterina was wearing nothing but a nipple chain and pelvic curtain.

“Why just a week ago you were stammering about standing naked in front of a window, and now here you are! Happily marching naked through the streets.” Jessica sang happily. Cheerfully might be too strong a no word but Caterina was no longer hoping the road would open up and swallow her whole anymore. Still she couldn’t help but glance around nervously at the stares she received.

“Eyes on my ass Sweetie. Good slave sluts share the perverted eyes of our Master and see women the same way he does.” Jessica smiled over her shoulder as she slapped her ass. “Good sluts are just as likely shameless ogle a sexy ass as our Master. We love big tits and asses as much as our Master, we must enjoy sexy women in the same way so we can better appreciate his tastes.”

"Yes, of course, Jessica.” Caterina said, snapping her gaze back to Jessica’s latex covered ass. “And what an ass it is.”

“You’re far too kind.” Jessica said with a cheerful smile as she led Caterina through the streets. At least until she heard the sound of a police siren.

“Don’t worry Caterina.” Jessica said, smirking over her shoulder. “A simple battering of the eyelids and a flash of the tits and I'm sure that these nice boys in uniform will be quite understands.

2 Hours Later

"Well this is a bit of a problem." Jessica hissed, arms folded over her prestigious tits as they sat in a prison cell. A blanket had been provided for both Jessica and Caterina, but Jessica had snarled at the offer and stamped it beneath her spiked heel, and following Jessica's example, Caterina had done the same. "Some people simply do not respect the property of others."

Caterina knew that Jessica was correct, but she also knew that this wasn't a good place to start venting about political views. "Um... Jessica if you keep talking like that then you're going to get our Master arrested."

"WHAT?!" Jessica seethed, green eyes darting to Caterina with a narrowed fury. "Who would dare?"

"They're going to think Master is some kind of creep and that he's... I don't know... brainwashed you or something." Caterina said, as delicately as she could. “He could get in trouble.”

Jessica’s emerald green eyes widened with horror and she covered her mouth. “They wouldn’t dare, would they?”

“Umm… not if we behave, I’m sure we can explain things.” Caterina said nervously as she eyed the cell doors. Jessica had most of her intellect wiped when their Master had made her a dumb slut and as such Caterina wasn’t sure she would be much help anymore. Of course situations like this weren’t exactly her forte.

“Come on Caterinas. Think!” She mumbled to herself whilst biting on her thumb. At that moment thankfully an opportunity appeared as a familiar voice could be heard.

“So some kind of stunt then? One dressed as a harem dancer the other as a dominatrix. Must have a pretty kinky relationship.” Sofia said, walking past the cell. In uniform she was more crisp and sharp but didn’t lack for snark.

“One of them keeps screaming about a master of some kind. You don’t think she’s a trafficking victim?” Another officer said, anger evident in his voice.

“Sounds a bit too sincere to me, maybe she's just high or confused. Would make sense of their craziness." Another officer said gruffly.

"I'm going to talk to them privately, see if I can get to the bottom of this. Bring them home and see if they need to go to rehab.” Sofia muttered. “Bring them to the interrogation room one at a time, but be gentle. If they are victims then we don’t want to hurt them. Don’t listen in either, I’d prefer this be private.”

The other police officer nodded and soon escorted Caterina to the interrogation room, with a tray of water and snacks laid out before her. Ever hungry even at the worst of times, Caterina started to gobble down the snacks, leaving her cheeks full of the crunchy cookies when a familiar face walked in.

"Will you need any help Chief?" One of the police officers asked, but Sofia though stunned shook her head.

"No I don't think so Mike." She said with a disarming smile. But it was a smile that was making Caterina anxious again, she remembered this from 'drawn this way'. It was all lining up with the harassment ending from the game, one where the player got too careless and allowed the police to raid their apartment. If they did so then they'd find the notebook and inadvertently destroy Caterina and arrest Master.

Her doom was fast approaching, and after all her training she had put in to max her stats. How frustrating! She must nearly be at the max level by now and it might all be for nothing!

Sofia turned towards her and as soon as she saw Caterina her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re that stripper, Caterina?”

“Caterina?” Sofia gasped as she closed the door behind her.

“You remembered me? That’s so sweet.” Catarina said with a grin that was far too wide. Then she nervously tapped her fingers together and looked away. “You’re not upset to find me here?"

"Upset? No, believe me I've seen much worse." Sofia said, shrugging. "Besides you're a stripper. I know times are hard and sometimes a girl's got to do what she has to to make money. I don't blame you."

"Oh, oh no! I was at the strip club to for my own sake, I was trying to learn how to my a better stripper for my..." Caterina paused, almost having said the word 'master' but she got the impression that wouldn't be a good idea. “Myself, it’s a hobby.”

“Hobby?” Sofia asked raising an eyebrow. “Not many people take up stripping as a hobby. You know you’re a strange woman, but then I suppose that explains what my officers heard. Guess you get up to some kinky shit.”

“You don’t mind?” Caterina asked surprised.

“Hey I visit the club too, and between you and me I’ve never quite had a problem with prostitution as a business.” Sofia said, her hands making circles on the table. “Besides you didn’t judge me for cheating on Lana, so I don’t think I should judge your fetishes either.”

“Oh thankyou thankyou thankyou! I could kiss you!” Caterina squealed, rushing over and giving Sofia a big bear hug.

“Alright you’re welcome, but can you put me down. I feel like you’re going to choke me.” Sofia said yet with a happy smile on her face.

“Oh right, sorry.” Caterina said, letting her go sheepishly. “I hope you’re doing okay. I know it can't be easy to go through a divorce, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. If you need me, give me a call.”

“You’re sweet. You know that?” Sofia said, smiling at Caterina in a way that was both curious and seductive. “You know Lana called me the other day.”

"Oh?" Caterina asked, the cookie in her hand freezing a few inches from her lips. "Did it go well."

"Well actually. Better than well, she wanted to talk." Sofia admitted with a flicker of nervousness. "I'm not sure we should."

"Do you not want to get back together?" Caterina asked, noticing how Sofia's voice seemed to be getting quieter and her gaze avoiding Caterina's.

"I don't know, Lana's always been stubborn. I've never expected her to change. I mean, I made a mistake I know that, and it's not fair to Lana what I did. So it's not as if I should be judging her or anything." Sofia admitted with a sigh. "But at the same time I can't remember when she ever showed concern for how I was feeling. Unlike certain present company."

Sofia was blushing at Caterina as she said that, but Caterina guessed she was simply embarrassed about her marriage. She supposed it was a bit of a intimate subject but still she felt that Sofia was of two minds. Caterina could hear it in her voice, she was lonely!

"You miss her though, and she misses you. She might not say it out loud, but I can tell." Caterina said, all thoughts of her Master forgotten before this girl who needed help. "You can't give up so easily. I know the spark between you has faded, but I know that if you're both a bit more considerate of each other you can reignite it."

"It doesn't matter Caterina, I cheated on her and there's no coming back from that." She said glumly. Then she chanced a glance at Caterina. "And besides, a part of me wants to move on."

"Perhaps, but perhaps you might be able to better understand each other and leave on better terms," Caterina said, grasping Sofia's hand. "And if you don't I think you'll both regret it for the rest of your life."

"Perhaps." Sofia grumbled, but she was still nervous.

Caterina squeezed her hand. "I'll be there, if it helps."

Looking at Caterina's earnest eyes some part of Sofia broke. "Alright then, just let Lana know."

"Thank you, thank you! I know this is scary, but I know that if you don't do this you won't able to be happy." Caterina squealed pulling Sofia into a hug. Soon afterwards, Caterina was explaining everything to Jessica and pleading for permission to help the two. But to her surprise Jessica wasn't upset, instead she was laughing evilly and with an expression of pure greed on her face.

"Aw but of course Caterina, you may. And you know keep an eye out, perhaps these two might want to join our Master soon." Jessica purred, eyes gleaming with delight. "Just with a little work and all our Master's worries about rent and the law will be gone forever."

Caterina laughed. "This isn't about sex Jessica, I'm just trying to help out two friends with their relationship. I mean do you really think they'd be interested to be sex slaves to Master? This is just me being kind."

"Maybe not directly." Jessica said with a wicked smile that Caterina didn't understand.

A/N: Special thanks to awesomeness to making the images for this chapters.

Please let me know your thoughts and suggestions for the next chapter as Sofia and Lana meet again with Caterina's unwitting influence.