She needs to get ready first

Katie burst into her hotel room in a hurry. After they finished at the salon, Carmella had wanted to get another drink with her, but Katie had other plans. She needed to deal with something else. Desperately. She knew Carmella would be disappointed, but she had to make decisions in her own best interest, and that involved listening to the hungry need between her legs.

Vivian hadn't been kidding when she said that the laser was pleasurable. Even though it had only been focused on the areas around her sex, it had felt like it warmed and massaged deep within her, like it was a deft and nimble tongue somehow lapping at her G-spot. It felt so good and it was made all the better knowing that she was making herself sexier for Andrew. Katie had barely made it through the entire treatment without succumbing to a rapidly building orgasm, but the treatment it was over just as suddenly as it had began and she was left a needy, quivering mess.

Her walk back to the hotel only amplified her arousal. She couldn't help but notice the extra attention she garnered as she walked back from the salon. Over the course of that week, she had grown used to catching glances and double takes, but the reactions she received on the short trip from the salon to the hotel were something else entirely. In the convention center, men ignored their own arm candy (who were all very scantily clad) to watch her walk by. She noticed groups of people interrupting their conversations just to stop and stare. It was a surreal feeling-being the subject of everyone's lustgand they didn't even know about her new hair style under her skirt. She felt like the woman who walked by at lunch and caused Martin to interrupt his story. She felt like an exhibit, or a work of art. She felt sexy and she knew Andrew would think so

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](http://too.By) the time she got back to her hotel room, all Katie wanted to do was leap on her bed and play with herself. She imagined her freshly manicured fingers, with their long, glossy, white adornments playing with her tender wetness. She wanted to pinch and play with her rock hard nipples that had tented her black tube top for the entire journey back to her hotel room. She wanted to succumb to her sexual haze and lose herself in a horny fervor, but she also knew there might be a better option not too far away.

With an excited grin, Katie rushed over to her charged phone. She unlocked it and began swiping away unnecessary notifications. It felt a little uncomfortable because of her new nails, but it was definitely something she could get used to - she just had to hold her hand a little differently. She swiped away various emailed newsletters and advertisements, notifications of new posts from her subscriptions, political news articles, and even a targeted article from a fitness blog she visited a month ago. When everything was gone, she was left with a missed call from Martin, which she decided would have to wait until later, and a text each from Carmella and Andrew.

Despite the butterflies in her stomach telling her to read Andrew's text, she decided to read Carmella's first.

"Hey babe! Username is kittykatie68 and the password is purrfectbabe. Remember to login before the gala, hun!"

Katie smirked. In her distracted state, she had forgotten that Carmella sent her the login for her new account, but seeing it on her phone reminded her of the decision she made. It was really. She was going to own her image. She was going to present herself to the world as sexy eye candy.

And it really turned her on.

This was it. This was her new beginning. Even back home, she wouldn't just be Jake's-fiancé-Katie or Andrew's-good-employee-Katie, she would be sexy, sultry, seductive kittykatie68. She smirked at the name. It had a good ring to it, but more importantly, Carmella had finally managed to stick her with the feline moniker. She thought back to what Carmella had said when they first met, "Kitty is a way sexier name, doncha agree?" Katie couldn't help but agree. It really was a sexy name. So much sexier than 'Katie'. She wondered if Andrew would think so too...

Andrew!

She quickly clicked on the text from Andrew. "I'm back in my hotel room." was all it said. Katie smiled brightly and she began to fill with an excited energy. If he was in his hotel room, then she could go over and show him the fruits of his labour, or well, the labour of the workers at the salon. But still, he paid for it, and he deserved to reap the rewards of his investment.

All Katie wanted to do was show off to him. She wanted to be sexy for her man. For her boss. For Andrew.

Well, she wanted that and a little stress relief.

She hoped he wasn't disappointed that she didn't go blonde, but she was certain he would approve of all her other changes: her eyebrows, her lashes, her makeup, her lips, her nails, and (most importantly) her sexy pussy.

The smirk in her face widened thinking about it. She had been starting to warm up to the word ever since Carmella said it in the salon. 'Pretty pussy.' The words had a certain ring to them. At first it seemed so vulgar, but her typical verbiage also seemed so clinical and just... not sexy. While lost in the haze of sexual arousal, she had spent her entire walk back to the hotel room mulling it over. 'Vagina' was what she always called it, but it just wasn't a sexy word, she had decided. She wouldn't ever dare to say, "I want your penis in my vagina." That would just kill the mood! Granted, she probably also wouldn't say, "Fuck my pussy with your hard cock," but that was because she still had some decorum, even if the idea turned her on. Still, 'pussy' seemed right, it seemed sexy, like it was the right word to use when she was turned on and talking about sexy things... just like 'cock' was the right word for what she wanted to get her hands on.

Fuck... Andrew's cock sprang to her mind. She couldn't wait to see it. She couldn't wait to feel it. She couldn't wait to jack him off. She couldn't wait to go down on him and lick his cock and suck on it and taste his precum...

That was another thing that she had decided on the way back to the room. Up to that point, she had been doing everything for Andrew. She had first touched his cock because he wanted her to. She had first gotten naked with him because he wanted her to. And she had distinctly stopped herself from going further than a simple handjob because he hadn't asked for anything more. But the fantasy kept coming often enough that Katie couldn't ignore it anymore. She wanted to go down on him. She wanted to give him a blowjob. She wanted to suck on his cock and taste him and really experience the subservience of it all... and that was her choice to make.

She knew he wouldn't complain when she showed up looking sexy as hell. She knew he'd be raring to go as soon as he saw her transformed into his sexy new arm candy. Her pussy ached as she remembered the face he always made whenever he saw her in a new outfit - she knew he'd make a similar expression when he saw her all dolled up.

But what if she also wore a brand new outfit? He'd be putty in her hands, she just knew it. What could she wear? She thought about the new clothes she had remaining from her shopping spree that week. All she had left was her dress for the gala and her outfit to go home, neither of which offered her the ease of access she wanted for when she actually went into his room. She wanted to look hot for exactly as long as it took to get him into bed. She needed something that was easy to shed.

Then, as if her subconsciousness already knew what to do, Carmella's voice rang through Katie's head, "It's gala day, hun."

Katie smiled a mischievous, naughty smile. It was gala day. No one else was wearing anything more than underwear, so why should she?

She looked at her shopping bags from the other night and zeroed in on the bag from the lingerie store. She felt her pussy gush as she imagined Andrew's face when he opened the door and saw her standing there in just a bra and thong. She was going to be so sexy for him. While it was true that he had already seen her in all the bras and panties that they had bought, she knew he wouldn't expect her to show up at his door like that.

She quickly tiptoed over to the table and pulled what she thought were the last two items from the bag, but a third thing came with them. She furrowed her brow in confusion and looked at it. It was small and lightweight, and tightly wrapped in brown paper. Katie set down her new underwear and began pulling at the edges of the parcel. It proved to be a little difficult with her new nails, but she quickly figured out that she could slide her nail underneath the paper's edge like a letter opener. Inside was something made of blue cloth and when she unfurled it, she recognized it as the silk teddy that had apparently driven Andrew wild.

"Did he buy this too?" she wondered aloud. A grin formed on her face once more. "That sneaky devil," she thought. If he thought it was sexy enough to secretly buy it for her, then who was she to deny him the pleasure of seeing it again?

Just then, the hotel room telephone rang. With the blue teddy still grasped in her hand, Katie answered it.

"Hello this is the front desk," came a male voice from the other end, "We have a package that was dropped off for you, would you like it brought up?"

Katie had no idea what the package could be, but it was as good a time as any for them to bring it up. She wasn't planning on spending much more time in her room that day, if any at all, so she figured she'd accept it. "Sure," she responded, "I'm here." After a quick goodbye, Katie hung up the phone and quickly peeled off her tube top. She didn't want to waste any more time. She wanted to be ready to go as soon as her package arrived. The cold air conditioned air felt entirely too pleasing and made her nipples harden even more, but she knew it would be short-lived. Soon after, her skirt hit the floor and she ran her new nails lightly along her freshly hairless pubis-it made her feel so sexy-but she caught herself before her fingers could travel lower, and they desperately wanted to travel lower. She unfurled the teddy and stepped in, relishing in the feeling of the silk as it slid up her sculpted legs and settled in on her naked, needy snatch. She pulled up the rest of the bodysuit, letting the soft material caress her breasts, and snaked her arms through the straps. She pulled at the material around her butt so it comfortably hugged her curves, and then reached over her shoulders to tighten the straps.

"Crap," she cursed aloud. With her new fingernails, she couldn't figure out where she needed to grab to tighten the straps. Her nails just kept scraping her shoulder blade. Annoyed, Katie let out an exasperated sigh. She couldn't leave the straps loose, because it offered even less support than her black tube top from earlier, but to tighten it she'd have to use trial and error, methodically taking it off to adjust the straps before putting it back on, and that seemed like entirely too much work when she'd be taking it off as soon as she stepped in his apartment. She had no other choice though. Andrew deserved to have her look as good as possible, and she desperately wanted to look sexy for him.

She was just about to slip her arms back through the straps, but there was a knock at the door. "Crap", she said aloud once again. Walking over to the door, Katie was highly conscious of the fact that her boobs were completely unsupported-they swung with each step-but at least they were covered up.

She opened the door to see a man in the hallway holding a thin square package, about the size of a small dinner plate. He looked a little older than her, with thinning brown hair and tired bags under his eyes, but he still managed to look cheery. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a black vest and dress pants, and a crimson red bow tie. She had seen the same uniform on countless other employees at the hotel.

His customer service smile dropped soon after seeing her and his expression became one of amazement. Despite his obvious efforts, the man couldn't refrain from letting his gaze wander up and down Katie's body. "Holy," he muttered under his breath.

Katie stifled a giggle as a familiar thrill reminded her of how horny she was. She felt her nipples tighten and her pussy ache with need. She needed to get to Andrew quickly. "Is that for me?" she asked through an amused smile.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He brought his gaze and back up to her face just long enough to hand her the parcel before his eyes snapped back to her breasts. Katie really enjoyed being stared at like that, she only wished that her boobs weren't hanging so low. The angle of his gaze gently reminded her of her minor wardrobe malfunction.

"Wait..." she thought, "What if..?" an impish thought crawled through her head.

"Thank you sooo much!" gushed Katie, layering on the gratitude. She grabbed the package from the man, making sure to bend forward so he had an unobstructed view down her teddy, and placed it on the nearby counter, bending over once again to give him a chance to check out her ass. It may not have been necessary, but she was having too much fun showing off. Besides, it also made her feel warm and tingly, like she was priming herself for her tryst with Andrew. She turned from the counter and watched his eyes snap up from her ass to her bust. "Could you actually do me one more favor?"

"Oh. C-certainly. Anything you need," he stammered and he **** his gaze back up to her face. He even managed to convince his face to fall in line with some semblance of professionalism.

"Could you please help me tighten the straps on my outfit? My boobs are down here and I need them up here." She made a show of grabbing her breasts and lifting them up, taking prideful joy in watching him become slack-jawed once more. She watched and waited for him to respond, slowly bouncing her boobs for both of their enjoyment, but when it seemed like he couldn't talk, she asked again, "Could you?"

The employee could no longer **** his face to fall in line, and he just nodded slowly. Katie watched his dress pants quickly tent and she couldn't wait to see the same thing happen to Andrew. She wanted his cock to be nice and hard for her.

"Thank you!" she gushed, turning around so that her back was to him. She lifted her hair so that it fell over one shoulder and waited for him to approach.

She could feel him hesitate, but he soon stepped into the room. "Just, umm, here?" he asked and she felt his hand gently pick at the slider on her right shoulder blade. His breath was strained from trying to contain his excitement.

"Yesss..." she purred, "I'd do it myself, but I just had my nails done." She waved one hand over her shoulder to show him the results of her manicure. With an excuse like that, it wasn't lost on her that she sounded like a vain bimbo, but he didn't seem to mind.

The man took a deep breath and stepped closer. She felt his warm, shaky breath on the back of her neck as he used both hands to adjust the strap.

"Just a little tighter," she instructed and she helped by lifting her breast into position. She felt his breath, ragged and excited, on the nape of her neck as he focused to adjust the strap. Her body flushed in response, knowing full well that he had a raging erection in his pants. She had no intention of addressing it, but it felt amazing knowing she looked sexy enough to have this kind of an effect on men.

With a few more simple instructions, the employee had successfully tightened both straps for her.

"H-hows that?"

"You tell me..." she purred and turned to face him. They were mere inches apart and she was sure he was half hoping it would lead to more. To be fair, Katie's nipples were diamond hard and her pretty pussy was dripping with need. If she was single, she just might have let him have some fun. But she had bigger fish to fry. "How do they look? Think my boss will like it?"

"Y-your boss?" he asked. The mention of her boss seemed to slightly shake him from his stupor, but his eyes were still glued to her breasts.

"Yeah," she said with a mischievous smirk. "He's a real stickler for details."

The man looked back up at her face and his expression changed to one of crushing disappointment. Katie knew she should feel bad for leading him on, but it was just too much fun... and she was too damn horny. He stepped back a bit. His eyes swept over her body once again, lingering for just a moment on her ample breasts. "They look... uh... perfect," he stammered. His face flushed bright red.

Katie clapped excitedly. "Thank you so much!" she exclaimed and moved forward to give the man a peck on the cheek. He had a goofy smile and a dazed look on his face when she pulled back.

"Oh, you're very welcome, miss," he replied. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Katie could have kept playing with him-she kind of wanted to-but she really wanted to get to Andrew. "Nope!" she replied. They said their goodbyes and the man left.

Katie was over the moon. That had felt so good. Too good. The heat in her body, the ache in her pussy, told her she needed to get to Andrew, but first she needed to make sure she was ready. She went to look in the mirror, and noticed the package that the man had delivered. It was small, in a nondescript, brown box, and when she carried it, it felt very light. Attached was a little note made of white cardstock folded in half. She had no idea what it was and curiosity got the best of her. She picked it up and opened the card.

'Hey babe, thought of you when I saw this. Hope you like it! Kisses! -C'

Katie smiled and shook her head. The cardstock bore a watermark for the booth the Carmella visited before they went to the salon. Had she bought it then and had it delivered? Why? What did she find there?

Katie opened the box, looked inside, and smiled even broader. Typical Carmella. When she latched onto an idea, she really made sure to see it through.

Katie wondered if Andrew would like it too.

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Authour's note:

Thanks for your patience with this story. I've had to work on a lot of other projects, and writing this has slowed down significantly. I'm still planning on finishing it, but its going to take some time. I envision three more "scenes", but we'll see if they get split into smaller chapters.

On another note, this is the first chapter I've written where I really felt like Katie didn't act in line with her character, but I really wanted the scene with the hotel staff. I don't think it's a major problem though, this whole story is one giant first draft and I'm planning on going back and revising/adding things, so I'll likely add some dialogue from Carmella about "There's nothing wrong with using your feminity to get what you want, doncha think? Especially if you're having fun while you do it."

That's my plan, and you can consider that cannon for now. ;)