Greeted at the gate

It was near 3 am when Ruby's private car finally pulled up outside her hilltop mansion. She let the driver have a quick go at her over the bonnet while she took her last cigarette and watched the rest of the city twinkle below. Why not? His load would only be joining the deposits of those two other interview guests, the smiling host, one sprightly-looking barboy at the afterparty and, of course, Kenneth. Ruby liked to keep the help interested. They were less likely to go running off to the tabloids if they thought they were involved in her private life. Ted was a good, reliable fuck too. Bent you over, wordlessly pumped and grunted for five minutes, then tipped his cap to you goodnight.

Of course she'd had to put a bit more flair into screwing the two new up-and-coming action heroes. They weren't consolidated enough in fame to be bored by it all yet, so needed to feel like banging the world's most eligible woman was something special. She'd used a couple of the tired old tricks her body was capable of… to blow their tiny minds… and ensure they'd be boasting to their dudebro friends for weeks. The host had just slid her a wink and an eyeroll as he got his due as well… He'd seen it all before.

The last thing she'd taken note of before leaving the TV studio… Was a certain pigtailed body wriggling in mid air. Someone seemed to have rigged her up to one of the heavy-duty camera cranes and hung her dangling at an easy-to-reach height. At the time there was one large cock pistoning into her at each end, but Ruby anticipated those were not the first or the last. She smiled sweetly at the watery-eyed creature as she passed, giving her an encouraging twist on the nipple. It was tough… earning your place on the ladder.

Once the car's taillights had flickered into blackness, Ruby made her way through several secure gates and on into her meticulously manicured ornamental garden. Some of her inner city apartments around the world were completely glass affairs, letting her live up to her exhibitionist streak by walking around half naked while coach tours of tourists excitedly crowded outside. There was nothing better than screwing the latest Korean boy-toy while hordes of his jealous female cult snapped photo after photo for their scrapbooks. But this place was her true home… Just about the only inch of privacy she had ever owned.

Tiddles was waiting up by the door, as always… Lovely, devoted Tiddles. A female rival/friend of almost comparable fame had once asked where on earth Ruby managed to find a young girl who wanted to spend her entire life pretending to be a housecat… The one and only Ms. Pandora had replied that she'd found two… in the usual places. Sleek, dark-skinned Sultry was stretched out dozing on one of the kitchen counters, but arched her back for a good scratch when her mistress offered it. Both had fresh new tails secured in their assholes, the silky lengths swishing quite convincingly and matched perfectly to their owner's skin tones.

Ruby honestly did not know whether the two young things actually acted like animals all the time she wasn't there as well, nor did she particularly care. While she was present they were the two most perfectly feline companions a girl could ask for, complete with the sordid knowledge that they were intelligent and capable enough to be so much more than just mute, breathing comfort-blankets. In all honesty… she could see the appeal. Modern life was so atrociously complicated. Especially for a young woman burdened with the daily thousand desires and expectations unloaded upon her as a quest for motherhood. Who wouldn't want to instead just spend all day, everyday lounging around and basking in the sun, if the chance arose. Perhaps devote an hour or two just to annoying your sister in felinity… Or winding yourself between the gardener's legs until they chased you off with the hose.

The secret to all of Ruby's little collection was not something she was going to hand out to anyone… But it really wasn't much of a secret at all. They all just came to her… The freaks, perverts and submissive true believers. They were drawn to her like moths to a flame and just offered themselves up for experimentation. They wanted to be turned into lurid little playthings… they just were too shy to beg… at first. And the reason they all came to her was because they knew she was very much one of them. From the moment she had snuck onto that tourbus with dreams of being stolen… All those years ago. She had been a true believer too.