Voila, Dakota's Misty Summer, Part II

 "So Vicki what do you think?", Misty twirled showing off yet another outfit, one of many she tried since commandeering the young lady now languishing in post orgasmic bliss in the changing room

"You look amazing", Vicki was still in the grips of post orgasm daze, she thought Misty looked gorgeous in everything, "everything about you is amazing Misty", she looked her in awe. 

Misty vainly another snapped another selfie in the mirror, she loved how she looked now "Fuck, my ass looks incredible in these pants, I'll take them," she waved her arms, "Fuck it, I'll take everything you brought me, you have a great eye V", Vicki beamed goofily at the praise from this goddess.

Even with Vicki's employee discount Dakota's credit cards were going to scream but she'd lived a frugal life up to this point. She had spent the past four years saving up a lot of money to buy a house, but Misty really needed these clothes more. This was just a necessary reallocation of resources, a pivot Misty thought. Anyways Misty had a plan formulating in her mind that would take care of all her needs. She just had to put that plan into action. She pressed the send button on her phone and sent a text.

Dakota opened the changing room door and saw the two waiting peons sat gossiping. 

"Stop messing about and get my bags packed up I want to pay", she turned and winked at Vicki, "hurry up, I don't have all day to wait for your incompetence, I'm tired and need to rest", she looked back at Vicki, "thank you for everything V, I have never had my needs met like this in any shop, you're the perfect sales woman," she kissed V gently

 "I'll be sure to ask for you next time I need assistance here, I'll take these two bags now, send the rest along there's my address and phone number", she winked seductively. 

"Anything for you Misty", Vicki would do anything to ensure Misty's satisfaction.

In the taxi Misty called Viola's, she needed to dicuss some matters with Raven. After a long and fruitful phone conversation Misty arranged a regular follow up appointment when she felt her phone vibrate, looking at the incoming notification a smile crept over her face. "I'll see you soon Raven but I've got to go, something came up that I've got to take care of", she hung up and looked at the text that she'd just recieved, Mr Taylor had taken her bait, now to reel him in.

"I'm sorry but my son has graduated, I don't understand why you'd need a Parent Teacher conference now"

Smiling she replied quickly, "We're sorry about the unusual nature of this request but I'm afraid this is a delicate matter, we don't want to get the authorities involved and create a scandal Mr Taylor", she knew reputation was very important to men like him. 

"I'm a busy man, this is a huge inconvenience"

"I'd be happy to come to you"

"Well I'm leaving on a trip tomorrow and have a free evening, can you make it to my house by 5"

"That would be perfect, I'd love to dicuss this with you and Mrs Taylor, would Jack be there?"

"It's just me, my wife and Jack are away on vacation", Raven had told her Mrs Taylor had gone on a summer long trip with her son. 

"That's a shame, but I am happy to talk to you one on one about this matter"

"Fine", he agreed begrudgingly.

Misty had just enough time to go home and get ready before her rendezvous.

As her car dropped her off at the Taylor's area, Misty looked up at the building in front of her.

"Nice place Jack, this isn't a home, it's a 5 star hotel, Daddy has done well for himself"

She checked her makeup and straightened up her outfit.

"Okay Misty, it's go time"

Walking up to the building the sound of heels on the pavement were like a hypnotic drum beat, she could understood why Jack didn't care at school, he knew he had all this to back him up. There was no jeopardy in his life, if he ever failed, if he ever faltered, Daddy would always be there to provide for and protect him.

She couldn't wait to see inside his privileged world, to get a taste of this level of decadence.

Guest services let her in without question, her aura and poise said she belonged here, Dakota would have never got past this point she would have had to wait to be accompanied, Misty swept past without barely pausing. Misty he was pleased to discover that the Taylor was the Penthouse, an avaricious smile appeared on her face as she entered the luxurious elevator.

The elevator arrived at the Taylor's residence floor, the ding sent a shiver of anticipation up her spine as an assured smile spread across her face, the doors opened.

Standing in front of her was Jack's dad. Misty paused sizing up Mr Taylor, she could see where Jack got his good looks, despite being in his early 50's, just old enough to be her own father. Mr Taylor's body showed few signs of aging. He was a man who obviously took care of himself, money was no object to him. He wore an obviously expensive designer suit that accentuated rather than hid his toned well exercised body. Misty felt a warmth spread through her she felt her pussy grow wetter.

"Okay Ms....", Mr Taylor looked up and stopped midsentence, "..Ms Harding?". Mr Taylor had very little input on Jack's schooling, his schedule and wealth allowed him to outsource his son's upbringing to nanny's, his absentee wife, and the education system, but he did recall Jack's teacher being a dumpy plain woman he met once at orientation, back when he was more hands on. 

"Not quite Mr Taylor, I'm afraid Ms Harding retired, I'm her replacement", Misty smiled

"Retired, she barely looked 30", he squinted

"That's why I'm here", inwardly Misty reveled in this game, "Jack was responsible for her early retirement"

"Look Jack is just a boy", instantly Mr Taylor went on the defensive, "if she can't handle teaching and gets scared away by the students, that's hardly my or Jack's fault", he sensed a shakedown and there was no way he was going to allow it to happen, he negotiated Billion Dollar mergers before breakfast, "if she wasn't emotionally strong enough to cope with teaching I think Jack did her a favor"

"Oh I agree, he definitely did her a favor", Misty closed the distance until she was looking up into Mr Taylor's eyes, "he helped her see the world in a different light"

"What are you taking about?"

"He gave her a voucher for Voila", a smile crept on to Misty's face

Mr Taylor's jaw slackened as the realization of what his son had done hit him, "I only told him about Voila so he could send one of those girls he sleeps with, maybe get more of a serious relationship, I never thought he'd send his teacher, I'm not responsible for..."

"Oh but you are Mr Taylor", she placed a hand on his chin and lifted his face up to look at hers, "you failed to raise your son properly and so he ridiculed his teacher, belittled her, made her leave"

"It's just a place women go to get a haircut"

"That's not all it is", her tone grew harder, "is it?"

"I believe they help with life coaching"

"They help people all right", Misty sneered, "They helped me"

"You,", he almost fell back shaking his head in wide eyed disbelief, "no, no, no...", his voice trailed off becoming barely a whisper

"What are you talking about....", the realization had hit Mr Taylor like a tonne of bricks, ".....Miss....Ms. Harding is that really, it can't be....", he looked at her dumbfounded in awe, she saw his suit pants start to bulge, 'just what I expected' she smiled.

She leapt at him grabbing his face, cutting him off with a passionate kidd, "Ms Harding is retired for good, I'm her superior replacement Misty and I am rarely bored nowadays because I know what I want and I know how to get it.....", he struggled against her, but his resistance was half hearted at best, "and right now what i want is you Mr. Taylor", her hands guided him to her firm ripe ass

"I'm a married man Ms..Mi..Misty..."

"I know, but Raven told me everything. That you were never here with Mrs Taylor. That you'd grown bored of her, ", she said biting his lip hard,

"that's why you know about Voila's isn't it", looking into his eyes, " of course you didn't just send Mrs Taylor there did you?"

"It's...it's not like that..."

"Shhhh it's okay Mr Taylor, I know all about men like you, I had a chat with Raven about you and your projects, it was quite illuminating, seems like Jack has inherited some of Daddy's proclivities"

"You don't understand, my wife, she wanted to spice up our sex life, you see she... but she wouldn't let Raven help... wouldn't let Raven fully awaken her, none of them would"

Misty smiled, "I never had that choice did I Mr Taylor"

"I paid! Fuck, I paid extra, but they always wanted to stop short, they wanted to be in control", he cast his eyes down, "they wouldn't go far enough, they set too many limits"

"Stupid little Bitches", Misty laughed wickedly, "your son, he made sure I wouldn't be given that choice"

Her eyes rolled back in her head remembering her own moment of awakening, the freedom, the pleasure, "they didn't know what was good for them, but Raven, she showed me the truth", Misty stepped back to look at this man, "being the bitch is everything to me, I'd do anything to be your bitch, I will do anything for you Mr Taylor"

"Anything?", his eyes darkened

"Anything you want, anything you request,  I'll be whatever and whomever you want, if you want me to", Misty knew that allowing him the illusion of control was everything, "just tell me what you want Daddy", Raven's advice had given her the tools to push him over the edge. 

"I want you now", he pulled off Misty's jacket and started to attack her with passionate lust filled kisses, his hands roaming her body. "Fuck my wife, fuck Jack, and fuck Dakota, I want to fuck you", Misty smiled wickedly in satisfaction at her victory, all it took was a little nudge. 

"Take me on your marital bed, I want you to fuck me on there and I'll let you do things to me she would never do", she looked at him with big eyes, "I'll be your perfect Sugar Baby Daddy"

Voila, Dakota's Misty Summer, Part I

Dakota Harding, Ms Harding to her pupils was an okay teacher, not the best but certainly not the worst. A fourth year teacher she was starting to become jaded with how little she could achieve within in her classroom. Sure she helped the students she could and cajoled those that she couldn't. She was loved by some of her class and hated by others, but for the most part she was just another obstacle to be overcome for these young adults about to head out into the world.

It was the end of another year and one more group of class was graduating ready to start the next step on leaving their own paths into adulthood. As always she recieved a bunch of presents from those graduating and she gathered them up and put them in a bag to take home and look at later. 

Getting home Dakota settled down for a quiet evening, she started with the main event, the unpacking of her class's gifts.

"Nice! Target, Starbucks, Macy's", the middle class parents always defaulted to gift cards, "a couple of mugs to be put in the cupboard with the dozen others ages been given over the years", she snickered, "Best teacher ever! Wow Stacey's parents do not know their daughter at all!", she continued to sort through them until the various knickknacks and gift cards were all sorted, laid out haphazardly on her coffee table. "Nice haul" she smiled, "better than last year" and started tidying up, she folded up the bag she'd used when one more unnoticed card fell out, she opened it up, reading the front,  "Hmmm, what's this, Voila, a gift card for $200", she was impressed, flattered, "wow that's a lot, I wonder what Voila sells, and who'd give me a gift like this", she looked inside the card and read the inscription, "from JT" she was incredulous, "this must be a mistake, he hates me, I had him in detention most weeks and almost got him expelled a couple of times", reading on, "I know I wasn't your favourite student Ms D, heck I'm pretty sure I was your arch nemesis at times but you've been my teacher since I was a freshman and you were the best teacher I had, so I hope this makes up for it. I guess I was trouble mostly because I wanted to get your attention, and spend more time with you whilst we were still together at school, you were always my favorite Ms D.", 

Dakota was taken aback, flustered even. She would never have expected this from Jack. Jack Taylor was always trouble.

He came from a wealthy family and he knew no matter what he did he always had Daddy's money to back him up. As she thought about it even though he was rich and spoilt his life must be hard, he never saw his Dad, he was always traveling and his mom was too busy being the wife of a wealthy man to pay much attention to her son. The only place he must get any attention must be here at school, of course his behavior was a cry for help and she'd missed it. She got misty eyed and a little choked up, "I'm sorry Jack I never knew" she mouthed almost silently to no one.

The rest of the night went as planned, the gifts sat on the coffee table mostly forgotten, except for a single box of candy that she picked at periodically. Dakota later ate some microwaved noodles and binged three episodes of Stranger Things, she was watching it for the fifth time, it was comfort TV. Eventually the day caught up with her and she felt her eyes growing heavy, rather than sleep on the couch again Dakota turned off her TV before crawling to her cold lonely bed in her quiet empty one bedroom apartment.

The next few weeks were what she'd come to expect from the long summer months, they were boring with nothing to do and no where to go, Dakota drifted, she went out a couple of times with friends, saw family, read a couple of books but really she did nothing of consequence. Finally cleaning her house in a burst of energy to block out the overpowering monotony she came across Jack's forgotten gift card again and decided on the spur of the moment to find out what exactly Voila did.

Grabbing her laptop she did a quick internet search and discovered that Voila was a beauty salon on the wealthy side of town! She smiled and laughed in exasperation, "Oh it could have been such a nice thought Jack, it was so expensive, but it was just a way for you to get one more dig in about my appearance", memories of Jack poking fun of her in front of the rest of the class about how she should act like a young woman not an old crone ready to go to nursing home flashed in her mind. She thought about giving the card to someone or just throwing it away but instead Dakota laughed in defiance, "Fuck you JT, I'm using this and then I'll never have to think about or see you ever again!"

She called the salon's number on the card the next day and arranged for an appointment through the rather rude and impatient receptionist, she was given an appointment for the next week, apparently she was lucky, there's been an opening, appointments were normally scheduled months in advance. Dakota was eager to use the gift card and forget Jack or the present had ever existed, move on with the rest of her life.

Walking up to the salon on the day of her appointment Dakota felt instant regret at not giving the card away.

Voila was a bustling high end salon in an exclusive part of town. Dakota stood watching the entrance from across the street trying to summon up the courage to enter, she watched the numerous clientele coming and going she knew this wasn't her kind of place at all, they were all glamorous women, some young, some old, all ostentatiously wealthy. Dakota didn't want to judge but they all looked like high maintenance trophy wives, she most certainly did not belong in a decadent place like this.

Dakota normally got her hair cut at a local salon. They did good straightforward work, she didn't need anything fancy, most importantly they were cheap and familiar. She'd been visiting her normal hairdresser ever since settling here after college, she was comfortable there. 

Taking one final deep breath and steeling herself Dakota walked quickly towards the salon door, she could see there was a gap in people coming and going, she decided, it was now or never. Looking around the salon as she walked through the door she knew immediately this really was an alien world. She could hear some kind of chart music playing in the background, it sounded familiar, she'd heard her students listening to it but she couldn't fully make out what it was. People were bustling around, there was so much happening, her senses were bombarded, disoriented. In this state of sensual overload she approached the front desk apologetically.

"Err, excuse me, I have an, um appointment", she tried to catch the receptionists attention

The intimidating receptionist looked her up and down making an obviously negative assessment.

"Name?"

The tone in this beautiful Amazon of a woman's voice and her withering stare unsettled Dakota even more, she gulped, "it's errm..."

"Oh spit it out, can't you see we're busy here?", her eyes narrowed, it felt like they were burrowing a hole in Dakota's head. 

"Ms D. Harding"

"Okay Misty I've got a Harding here, your stylist Raven will be out in a minute, take a seat"

Dakota tried to correct the receptionist but her words died in her throat as she was dismissed with a wave and a roll of the eyes. Dakota went over to the waiting area and flopped down into a big chair. She didn't belong in a place like this, she knew it, the receptionist knew it, everyone here knew it, she felt like the eyes of everyone were looking at her, judging her. She slouched back desperately hoping the soft chair would swallow her up so she could disappear from this horror show.

After what seemed like a long time Dakota heard a voice calling out insistently.

"Misty.....Misty.....", Dakota heard a brief exchange of words punctuated by a snicker, "her? Okay....there you are....Misty?", the voice was directed at her..."are you deaf darling or just catatonic..." realizing the voice has been calling for her she sat up straight and saw the intimidatingly perfect woman looking down at her questioningly.

Dakota couldn't get out her words she just sat up and stared

"So not deaf then, are you mute Misty or just stupid?"

Stunned Dakota bit her lip, "no", she gulped, she thought she should correct Raven's mistake,  "just a little nervous, sorry, the receptionist she err..."

"No need to be sorry," Raven cut her off before she could correct the error, "looking at you it's obviously it's your first time" her hands waved at Dakota to follow, "I do love a Voila virgin, come on Misty hurry up,  we've got a lot to do today", with that Raven marched back towards the back room, Dakota hurrying behind in her wake. She was so defeated and in a daze she decided that today she'd just have to be Misty, she didn't want to go through the rigmarole of trying to explain the mistake and be ignored again.

"Okay bitch, get in the chair and we'll get you started"

"I'm sorry" Dakota said outwardly offended by Raven's language. 

"Stop being so sorry, all my clients are Bitch to me, it's a sign of affection sweetie, you'll get used to it, you'll soon think of yourself as a Bitch too"

"I'm sure I won't, I can't afford this  extravagance regularly, this was a gift"

"Don't worry Misty you'll be back, my clients always become regulars, I have a certain magic about me, now let's get you started"

"Okay well I was thinking a trim and perhap some low li...."

"It's okay sweetie, the instructions were all on file with the gift card, just sit back and relax, I'll take it from here, I know what you need"

"Errm......okay Raven", Dakota wanted to protest but she knew it would have no effect, this woman was a force of nature. 

As Raven went to work Dakota felt a daze coming over her. Watching Raven's movements whilst working her magic was almost hypnotic, Raven chatted away and Dakota would respond and hold simple conversations with her but she couldn't seem to remember what they talked about only moments later. After what seemed like just a few minutes, but was in fact several hours, Raven span her to the look at her new hairstyle in the mirror.

"Some of my best work", Raven announced proudly to her, "So what do you think Bitch?"

Not even registering the word bitch, Dakota was transfixed by the beautiful woman staring across the salon at her.

Dakota's jaw relaxed and her mouth opened ever so slightly in awe of this baddie, she held up her hands to touch her hair in anxiety and the woman in the across the way did the same. The realization slowly dawned on her, this stunningly hot woman looking at her was her... she was looking at a reflection, this couldn't be real, this was some kind of a trick. There was no way she that young woman staring seductively from the mirror.

She registered the glasses and oversize jacket, she'd put them in this morning, they were definitely hers, but this must be an elaborate prank after all looking at this vision the clothes were where the similarities ended. This woman, this perfect vision of sexuality, looked like some kind of seductive trophy woman. Her lips painted in perfectly applied lipstick, makeup accentuating her seductive eyes, even her blouse was gone, she could see the top of the woman's bare chest and what looked like two incredible tits...no not tits, nice looking breasts, peeking out. Dakota's hand trembled as her hand moved to her chest, mirrored by the image opposite her, she found only skin and the woman in mirror's face dropped in shock. 

"The first time is shocking isn't it?" Raven observed, this wasn't the worst reaction she'd ever seen. 

"Oh my God, what have you done to me, I look like some 20 year old party bitch"

"21 year old actually, and I told you at the beginning Misty, I have a certain magic about me", she winked, "so do you like the look?...I know your boyfriend will"

"I don't have a boyfriend you witch", a harsh tone crept in to Dakota's voice, "and my name is fucking Misty, not Misty"

"Okay, fucking Misty it is and as a 'witch' talking to my client I'll just let you know that I was just doing what it said on the order Bitch, take it up with Mr Taylor if you've got any complaints"

"I want a full refund" Dakota called after Raven who was walking obliviously towards the reception, "no can do sweetcheeks, Mr Taylor paid in advance and the $200 was my special fee, take it up with him", Dakota felt a sudden burning at the mention of Jack's name, her whole body flushed with anger?

Infuriated and defeated Dakota impotently stormed out of the salon, "Fuck you all" she cried causing a scene and slamming the door in a full on tantrum as she left. She could see people looking at her shocked by her behavior, ashamed a tear rolled down her cheek. Dakota didn't know what to do or where to go, she breathed slowly composing herself and made sure to straighten herself up, making sure her makeup wasn't smudged she examined herself in a shop window, "yep still looking good Bitch!", she paused momentarily wondering where that had came from. Just because she looked like trophy bitch didn't mean she was any different inside, she was still Dakota. Finding herself calm for a moment Dakota decided she needed somewhere to think, to plan out her next move, she wandered in to a nearby coffee shop she'd spotted deciding a hot drink would help calm her nerves. 

She walked in to the coffee shop and automatically without thinking walked straight up to the barista, jumping past a couple of people patiently waiting in line. Her resting bitch face glared at the other customers almost instinctually, as if she was challenging them to say anything, they looked away quietly. 

'They know their place', she thought. 

She walked up to the counter and without being asked just barked out her order at the meek pathetic looking barista 

"I'll have a venti 7 pump vanilla soy 12 scoop matcha 180 degree NO FOAM green tea latte", where had that come from she normally ordered a flat white, "make sure that temperature is right" she demanded, 'what's wrong with me? I must still be in shock she reasoned to herself'

"Name?", the barista asked

Dakota felt a momentary anxiety trigger inside her remembering the confusion earlier. 

"Misty", Dakota said automatically despite herself,  "M-I-S-T-Y!", she spelled out as if assuming the girl was dumb or would deliberately write it incorrectly to spite her, inwardly she was screaming, 'why am I being such a bitch and why can't I seem to dump that bitch moniker, although Misty does seems like more of a name for a bitch than Dakota and that is how I'm behaving right now. Get a hold of yourself, this is not who you are, be nice Dakota, it costs nothing.'

As she stood waiting for her drink the time seemed to be dragging, it seemed like it that little bitch was taking forever deliberately. Dakota, found herself tapping on the counter with her elegantly painted nails impatiently. Dakota looked up at the clock to see it had only actually been three minutes, she dismissed that, the clock must be broken, this wait felt like forever, impatience darkened her already irritated mind further. The drink finally arrived, Dakota took it before paying and took a tiny sip, she sighed and with dark stormy eyes she turned sardonically to the poor slight barista, a young girl of barely college age, 

"Really....you took all that time, making me wait and this is what you give me", her irritation was fast turning to anger, her voice gaining a strained tone,  "do I need to get someone more competent, perhaps not a fucking trainee to make this for me, this, whatever this you think this is, is disgusting" she passed it back dismissively, "make it again, but properly this time!", the barista intimidated by the forcefulness of Misty took the drink back sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it again, I...", she started to apologize

"Don't tell me you're sorry," Misty snapped, "just do your fucking job properly, it's not hard, ugh idiots"

Dakota couldn't believe what she was doing or just how satisfying it felt doing it. After the fourth attempt, with the barista looking more and more upset the drink was finally to Dakota's exasperated satisfaction

"About time, I assume this will be free"

The barista meekly nodded and retreated into the back room, Dakota thought she could hear muffled sobbing, she smirked as she strutted away from the counter pridefully.

"I'll be sure to leave a review", she called back maliciously, reveling in the pain she was causing the girl. 

"That was uncalled for and just mean", a woman's voice murmured from the expanding line, Dakota spun on her heel glaring accusingly at the line of people.

She started laughing at the sight of these pathetic examples of humanity, "Look sheeple if that moron did her job properly she wouldn't have caused that to happen to her, we all have to learn", she smirked hoping the voice would identify themselves, "in fact if that pathetic serf had any real sense about her she wouldn't be working at this awful job, she'd have someone to take of her and not end up serving me and you fucking robots, she gets what she deserves and what she deserves certainly doesn't include respect or compassion from me just because she can't do the simple job she's paid what she's worth to do".

'Wow', she felt her eyes roll a little backwards in pleasure, 'that was a rush, why does being mean make me feel so fucking horny',  Dakota thought biting her lip a little, 'is this what being Misty would feel like, this is terrible, I'm being so fucking bitchy, this is so wrong, I'm being a horrible person, but mmmmmm it feels so good', a damp patch started to form in her panties. 

She walked elegantly away from the murmuring line of people and sat down at a table by the window looking outside so she wouldn't have to remember she was in a room full of pathetic worthless bags of skin.  Looking out the window she started examining the people that passed by on the busy street. Dakota found herself openly sneering in disgust as each and every person she saw was found lacking in her mind in almost every criteria she now found found important.

Look at her rat's nest hair, why is he wearing a suit like that, where did she get those clothes, a garbage dump? Dakota was fast realizing that there was not one person in here worthy of Misty's precious time.

'Why did I come to this dump', she thought, "this isn't me at all" She shook her head trying to clear mind of cobwebs, to think clearly, '..or is it, I've always loved coffee shops" Dakota was fighting for her identity, 'No this bitchiness it isn't me, none of this is me, this is just an uncharacteristic moment, shock from my appointment' she held herself tightly, her hands feeling her soft delicate skin, the brush of her nails comforting her , 'maybe that wicked slut Raven drugged me and I'm still just sat hallucinating in her chair', of course that must be the answer. That made sense, this must just be some lucid fever dream, a momentary hallucination. Dakota rationalized if it's a just a dream then there's no guilt, this isn't me, there's no consequences to this. My subconscious is just running free let loose of my normal inhibitions, I should just play along and let go. A thought intruded, let's see where my subconscious is going with this, let Misty out, then we can enjoy this dream fully together, if it's just a dream let the bad girl play, she's always been just below the surface just waiting for you to let her out and have fun, that would be the nice supportive thing to do', she bit her lip seductively at the titillating idea of freedom swirling in her mind, 'Misty you want to come out and play a while whilst I dream?', she asked to only herself in her mind. 

With that mental choice Dakota's personality was suddenly overwhelmed by a new fully formed identity erupting out, finally freed from inside her. A raw passion awakened, a realization of power cascaded throughout her being, a tantalizing shiver of possibility shot up her spine and her nipples hardened against the fabric of her cheap jacket.

A perfect smile crept over her face,  'I'm over this place, where too now?', Misty wondered sipping her coffee, seeing the sleeve of her jacket as she raised the cup gave her a spark of inspiration, 'I'm done with this cheap costume, it's served it's purpose now I need a more appropriate outfit", Misty adjusted her jacket making sure her breasts were still on on display looking perfect so all these pigs would be aware of their inferiority. With a flourish she stood knocking over her barely touched drink to spill all over the table and floor, she actively ignored the mess leaving it for some peon to clean up.

Misty seemed to head on autopilot strutting along the street like a model on her own personal catwalk, her face daring anyone to get in the way of her parade of perfection. She could see the stares and hear the intakes of breath she was attracting as she seductively strutted towards her goal. 

She walked in to the fanciest boutique like she belonged there, this was a place Dakota didn't know existed, let alone would ever have considered shopping at. 

"I'm going to need some help" she announced upon entering the store looking coldly at the sales staff.

She looked at the three people who had stopped working and now stood staring up at her like startled deer. Her mind quickly sizing them up she selected by pointing at the most attractive girl, she knew the other two girls would be equally jealous of their colleague but a little relieved too, "You'll do for know", she subtly let the girl know she was replaceable, "I need a new wardrobe,  go get me somethings to try on, clothes that will dream me perfectly, you know what I want?"

"Yes of course, Miss erm?"

 "Misty darling", she looked in the mirror adjusting her hair and touching up her lip gloss.

"And I'm..", Misty immediately cut her off

"No thank you, I could not care less", superior bitchiness was so delicious, "now run along little girl and bring me something more", she waved down at her old oversized jacket, "suitable for a bad bitch like me out on the town", Misty loved ordering this peon around it made her nipples hard as diamonds, I'll be in the changing rooms, please don't make me wait too long, I hate to wait, I get so terribly impatient and bored"

The girl ran off frantically to bring Misty the stores hottest looks.

Misty walked towards the changing area and started stripping her clothes off as she went. The two remaining assistants scurried after her in a panic picking up what she dropped, the glasses, shoes, her skirt, and finally her jacket.

"Miss Misty what should we do with these?", the oldest of the assistants called after her, gasping at the customer's beautiful round ass.

"Throw them away or keep them, I don't really care, they're just not me anymore", Misty said with a dismissive tone.

The assistant followed behind Misty gathering up her discarded clothing as she went, when she came to Misty's granny panties she looked around furtively to make sure she wasn't being watched then stuffed them in her dress for safe keeping.

Now competently naked in the changing area Misty took in her whole body's magnificence in the full length mirror for the first time. 

'Jack what have you done to me', she thought remembering her student who's gift has brought her to this moment, 'if you could see boring Dakota now you you wouldn't think she's some ugly crone anymore, mmm, I think I may need to go visit JT and apologize to him personally for not giving him the attention he needed when he was in Dakota's class'

She'd had an inkling when she first changed whilst boring Dakota was still in control that she was sexy, but fuck Misty could she that she was a magnificent sexy bitch who knew it. Her pride an arrogance pumped wicked nasty thoughts in to her mind, her hands massaged herself roaming around her naked body, exploring every inch, her plump soft lips, her graceful neck. Every light touch was a rhapsody in sensitivity sending tingles shooting throughout her consciousness. Her arms and legs were strong but elegantly sculpted like a dancer's, her ass full and round, she'd perfectly fill out any pants or leggings now. oh her beautiful breasts, her glorious fucking tits, they were at least a full C Cup, they were pert and firm to her touch, she accidentally grazed her erect nipple and it send a shock of pure pleasure to her beautiful glistening pussy, she could feel the heart emanating from her sex, she wanted so desperately to touch it to feel her pussy's lips, she could feel her then moistening with every naughty moment, before today she'd never have used the word pussy to describe her vagina, but it was undeniable, she had a pussy and it was a fucking gorgeous succulent one. Her finger edged closer towards her dripping eager cunt, feeling the heat she knew that she had to...

The retail assistant burst in to the dressing room carrying an armful of clothes desperate not to disappoint Misty. 

"Miss Misty, I got everyth...", the young girl stopped struck mute at the sight of the goddess before her.

"You really should have knocked", Misty said menacingly, "you left me waiting so long I got bored and needed to distract myself"

Misty looked the girl up and down assessing her coldly. She was a moderately good looking woman, after all, that's why she'd chosen her. 

"It seems to me that you that you took forever getting what I asked, and then you rudely barged in here without knocking, you really are awful at this job aren't you?"

"I'm so sorry Miss Misty, I can leave and come back when you are ready"

She pursed her lips in mock irritation, "My name is just Misty, I told you that already", Misty closed the space between them,  "that's your third offense", she smiled wickedly taking the girl's hand and squeezing, "How do  you propose making it up to me?"

She placed the young woman's hand on her soft thigh, she felt the girl tense up, "I can either talk to your manager about this and tell them what you've done and probably get you fired, or you can help me relieve my frustration at your poor attention to customer satisfaction"

"Please Misty, I'd do anything", the girl has said the magic words and opened the door Misty smirked taking the girl's head in her hand and leaning in. Misty heard the girl's breath hitch involuntarily and she kissed her, Misty felt the girl's skin heat and her mouth open just enough to allow her tongue room to explore. 

Her tongue massaged and toyed with the girl, her hand explored the young woman's body finding a hardened nipple, she broke off and looked at the girls eyes noting her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils, 

"I like you", she saw the young woman beaming with pride at her approval, "now I could care less...tell me your name"

The girl eagerly blurted, "It's Vicki, Misty", her hands nervously massaged Misty's thigh, "I've never kissed..."

"There's lots of things you haven't done Vicki, let's get rid of one more of those today shall we", Misty rose and walked to the door, opening it fully, displaying her glorious body to the store, "I'm going to be commandeering Vicki for a little while", she smirked, "she's going to be helping me, I do not want us to be disturbed", not waiting for a response she slammed the door and turned the lock.

Turning back she looked at her new pupil, "Now where were we Vicki?"

This was based on a prompt by David Bikerbat that struck me. This is the beginning of Dakota's summer break from school, I suspect she will have to confront JT and Raven and address what they did to her, Misty has unfinished business

Eye of the Beholder

Theoretical Psychology was the toughest class in our school.

I was determined not only to pass it but to astound everyone and to eventually change basic principles in the world.

My whole life everybody had always made assumptions about me just because I looked like the image of the good looking normal girl next door.

The thing most people didn't know was that I was anything but normal, in fact I was very much your top tier Einstein level genius. I was sick of being treated like some dumb teen bimbo. I knew I was going to ace this course, even inspite of the superior bitch of a Professor who taught the class. You would think being another woman she would understand my predicament and be able to see past appearances and see my true substance. If anything she was even worse than the rest, I knew it was because she was threatened by my appearance.

"Professor Plym I'd come up with a new take on behavior and how interaction affects it, one that I think may change the our field"

"Melanie this work you've submitted, what exactly is this 'theory' you're trying to prove?"

"Professor I'm showing that intelligence and attractiveness is subjective based upon the observer"

"That's ludicrous", she rolled her eyes and took a deep sigh, "of course I'm objectively smarter than you and you're significantly younger than me, and objectively more attractive, clearly those are objective facts", she hasn't even read the paper in depth, "I'm afraid there is nothing subjective about the matter, you'll need to find a different thesis my dear"

"I'm sure that's not the case Patricia", clearly she wasn't going to listen to anything I had to say, I'd have to influence her to my way of thinking, you see as well as underestimating the level of my intellect Professor Plym didn't know I'd been doing some private research. My research had uncovered a strong correlation between Alpha level minds and objective reality.  It appeared as if Alpha's minds could literally bend the reality of a localized area, including their companion, to their desire. I had discovered that beauty is in the eye of the beholder wasn't just some whimsical romantic saying. In fact like many 'old wives' tales' it had a basis in fact, it had originally been coined with Alphas powers in mind.  It was the reason that Alphas always ended up with ideal partners. It was no accident, their partners didn't always start out that way, the Alpha had created their own reality, just no one had ever realised that in this case correlation was indeed because of causation not happen stance. I mean look around at all the successful dominant people in the world and they are always with a stunning partner, some might say this is how the world works, beautiful people are attracted to dominant powerful people, but I know the truth, the Alphas had created their ideal partner plucked from the world around them, they might not know they were doing it but I'd found the truth about the world and about me.

My professor's face started to change, her skin started to smooth, the lines on her face faded as her skin's elasticity started to return, and any imperfections disappeared. 

"I just don't think I see any merit to....ooooh, these", her hands gripped the table making her knuckles whiten, and the wrinkles on her fingers smoothed as her nails lengthened into perfect French manicured claws "errr, oh my God, assertions"

The changes continued as her hair grew thicker and more lustrous, her shirt started to strain against her growing chest as her breasts got fuller and perkier.

"I'm not sure I, oooh, I.." she bit her lip as pleasure cascaded through her, "understand your thingie at all Melanie"

"No I'm sure you don't Patricia"

"Aren't, I your Professor though, shouldn't you address me, like formally babe"

"We're not just Professor and student we're friends, remember?"

"Like totally Mel", the changes were growing more pronounced, she got up and walked to her bookcase, "I keep these here so everyone will think I'm smart and stuff, I don't even know what most of these books are about"

"It's okay Patricia darling, no one expects you to know everything, as the youngest Professor on campus you're only expected to be sexy eye candy so your classes are always full and the faculty have someone to lust after", I saw a smile creep across her face as new memories formed in her mind, "and you fulfill that role perfectly Patricia"

"Are you flirting with me Mel" she said licking her lips seductively, "because that's like totally inappropriate", she sat back in her chair with a contented smile on her face. 

"No it's not inappropriate Patricia", I stalked around her desk my hand tracing it's edge seductively like it was tracing the lines of Patricia's newly toned body, "this is just your favourite student presenting a simple hypothesis to her favourite Professor"

"Of course Mel, I'm just a silly girl sometimes", Patricia blushed at her mistake as heat rose through her body. 

"This is just a practical demonstration", I walked up and cupped her jaw in my hand and leant in.

Her eyes widened as her jaw dropped open, "Melanie, we caaa...", she was cut off as my lips met hers

My tongue invaded her warm inviting mouth and brushed against her full soft lips, her heard a soft moan as her eyes closed in sudden rapture. 

"Hmmm, I think we still have to do more research", she arched her back and I felt her hard nipples pushing against me, "but I think there definitely might be something here, maybe we can discuss this in more depth at my apartment"

That night myself and Professor Plym hammered out my hypothesis ironing out a few kinks until we were both thoroughly satisfied with the basis of my theory, Patricia was very particularly happy with the foundation of my work and was looking forward to testing the limits of it's applications.

Rosalind gets a Rosier outlook

Rosalind was beat down and tired

This job is slowly fucking killing me. I'm getting fat chained to this counter, I'm so miserable, desperate and depressed, I'm not sure how much longer I can do this for before I lose my fucking mind or quit in a fit of rage.

At that moment a customer walked through the door and as always she plastered on her big fat fake ass customer service smile and found her happy voice, dying a little bit more inside. 

"Hello Maam, how can I help you today"

Inside she was screaming in complete and total desperation. 

On her break Rosalind started mindlessly scrolling through her Twitter feed when almost without thinking she tweeted

'Dirty DM's encouraged', someone out there might be able to help her escape this torture.

Almost instantaneously she recieved a DM from one of her followers, Ladybelladonna, that was strange she'd never interacted with her before.  

'Your pussy starts to get hot and wet, you have a growing need for something'

Rosalind read the tweet again, her mouth dropped open aghast, what the hell is this, I think I might block this lewd woman, her finger hovered over the block button but something stirring inside her stopped her from hitting it.

What am I doing, a tweet shouldn't make me horny, it's just words on some stupid app.

'You know what to do Roslyn', came another DM from Belladonna. What kind of idiot are they, they misspelled my fucking name, 'crawl over to your mistress'

Roslyn was starting to get increasingly horny, she could feel the wetness building in her thong. She'd just serve these drinks and then take her 15 minute break, enough time to go to the bathroom before grabbing a quick snack.

Glancing at her phone she saw another DM, 'The reality you're in is so much better when you get down on your knees and submit to your new mistress my sweet girl'

Roslyn started touching her hot engorged pussy in the bathroom stall. She never did this, this wasn't like her, these dirty, sexy messages were driving her crazy she was starting to lose her mind, she had to log off the app.

'Just sit there and let your Lady please you'

Fuck this was so hot, she felt the urgency building, she grabbed a nipple and bit her lip in lustful need, she was ready to explode.

Suddenly there was a knock on her dressing room door.

"Rose you're on in 10"

Rose smiled she knew she'd cum later she always liked to warm up before a show. She took one last look at her phone to check on her salacious admirer. 

'You're such a beautiful hot, wet, slut, oh the things you're going to do Rose'

She smiled knowingly and took a quick selfie and sent it to back to her mystery admirer. 

Looking in the mirror one more time she finished up her outfit before standing and heading for the door.

Rose stepped out on to the stage into the spotlight and felt a rush of adrenaline like it was her first time doing this. 

"Time to earn your money you hot bitch"

Rose left the stage to lustful catcalls and applause, retrieving her tips as she went. She took care to give her admirers a good long look at her perfect tits and wet pussy as she went, after all they'd paid well for this glimpse at her sinful body.

'If I wasn't paid so well I'd do this for free', she thought, 'I love knowing that every cock and pussy in the house would die for one night with me and I can choose who gets that gift'

Rose used her charm and wit to schmooze her whales as she returned to her dressing room eager to reply to her Lady's message.

'You know just how to make me feel even more special and naughty, getting me sopping wet for my adoring audience at work'

Rose loved her job, she got paid to be naughty, to flirt, get wet, often she'd even meet up with a special patron, one who had enough money or who's body had caught her eye. Tonight she'd arranged to meet an interesting anonymous woman on the internet, a Bella. 

They'd arranged to meet at a club soon after her shift had finished, usually she was wiped out and wanted to rest and relax but tonight she felt reinvigorated.  

Entering the club she knew every eye was on her but she walked with purpose and disdain of the lustful eyes feasting on her body, heading straight to her goal. The beautiful woman she desired sat waiting for her at the bar as they'd arranged. 

"Hello gorgeous", she addressed this vision, "so do you want to get a drink here or maybe go somewhere else" she smiled at Bella

In that instant she felt an explosive orgasm sweep through her whole body, her knees weakened as she dropped onto the waiting barstool she was overtaken by a flash of realization.

This wasn't her, this wasn't her life, she worked at a boring miserable job in retail, killing herself every day for nothing, no thanks, pathetic pay, she'd been going nowhere and was getting there fast. 

Bella looked her up and down approvingly with a knowing smile, "So, do you like the new you Rosie?"

Rosie couldn't stop herself she held her lady's face in her hands and kissed her enthusiastically in complete unadulterated relief, need, gratitude, and lust.

Rosie was free, she was finally free, she loved this life, her new career, but most of all she loved her Lady

"What do you want my Lady, I am yours to command"

Bella smiled wickedly, "I want you to cum on my face so when I kiss you you taste yourself but most of all what I want is for you to be the real you and to take whatever you want from this world, it's all yours"

"Why Bella?", a tear of joy rolled down Rosie's cheek. 

"Because you're my Rosie now"

Katerina's Web

 "Okay Michael start again and this time try breathing occasionally"

I was freaking out, I'd gone to my Mom to tell her what Katie was doing, it had to stop she was ruining her life and mine, she'd fucked two of my friends and had been making eyes at my best friend Tom.

"She's a fucking whore"

"Michael, you will not talk about your sister like that"

Mom didn't want to hear anything negative about her little angel. I was just a normal kid going to the local college, she was the star scholar with a full scholarship to a prestigious "University".

"You know your girlfriend has always been jealous of Katerina, has she been filling your head with all this stuff and nonsense Michael?"

"Her name is Katie Mom, listen to me, just because she acts all nice around you doesn't mean she's the same person, something's wrong, look at this picture"

I showed my Mom a picture of Katie against a wall with some random guy

"Firstly, she's asked us to call her Katerina and so what she found a new style in Europe, we need to respect that"

"It's not a style, she's become a slutty bitch, look at that damn photo!"

His Mom looked at the photo and just saw Katerina with a man who was kissing her against a wall, it was a touch risque but just the act of most usual young couples. 

"They're just young lovers Michael, there's nothing wrong with that, if it makes you feel better I'll talk to her but this has to stop Michael, you can't keep harassing Katerina for trying to live her life, even if it makes you jealous"

I couldn't believe this I was the bad guy in this situation?

"Jealous! But Mom..."

Mom's eyes were hard and angry now

"ENOUGH, no more I won't discuss this with you again!" 

She stormed out of the room clearly irritated with me.

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Katerina walked into the house after a long night having fun with Tom, what a revelation he'd been. Looking back she wasn't sure why she'd waited so long to seduce Michael's best friend away from him, it was probably some misguided sense of loyalty, he was Michael's best friend after all. It had probably been a remnant of when she was sweet, chaste, kind Katie, well that ship had long since sailed. Tom was by far and and away the best looking of his friends, he just needed someone to awaken the Alpha hiding within, and she knew just the woman. 

She'd bumped into him at the local bar and after seeing how much he'd grown up she couldn't resist weaving her web of seduction on him. At first it had been just to spite Michael, she wanted to send a signal to her little brother that if he kept fucking with her she'd take everything from him and make it hers, but soon she'd changed her focus to her own selfish motivations. When she'd looked more closely at Tom she saw strong muscles and a dominant attitude just waiting to be exposed. She lingered around him "just hanging out" and had relished his musky masculine scent. It didn't take long for her to steal a kiss, laughing it off as a joke, but this was not in jest at all, the taste of his lips left her wanting much more. Later that evening she'd engineered it so she was alone with Tim, she'd cornered her prey again and "accidentally" felt the full bulge in his crotch. Katerina needed an Alpha and since Tom was available she thought to herself why not kill two birds with one stone. Tom had quickly ascended to the top of her list of wants and needs, and she was determined, these days he was the kind of girl who always got what she wanted.

She lured Tom into the bathroom at the bar, then against a wall outside in an alley, then eventually they'd made it back to his apartment, it was a night of unadulterated sin, Thomas was definitely not going to be a one night stand, she was going to rub Michael's face in this whilst enjoying his friend fully.

The power of Tom's cock not to mention his unbridled stamina had left her incredulous. When you coupled that stamina with his raw sexual enthusiasm he'd been completely out of this world. One thing she knew was he was wasted in this shitty little town, he should be in LA starring in pornos.

Some normal women do the walk of shame the morning after spending the night at a stranger's house, Katerina did the strut of sex with a beaming pride. 

She reached home and walked in throwing her purse and jacket on the couch, stopping to admire the bitch in the mirror. 

"Hey Mom got your text, what did you need?", she said as she started to fix her hair

"Another long night out Katerina?"

"Yeah me and Thomas met up and got into a long session, I crashed at his", she said as she started touching up her makeup

"Michael's friend Tom?"

"No, Thomas is definitely not a friend of Michael's", she spritzed herself with her favourite perfume.

"Anyway Michael says you've been acting...strangely lately...not like yourself" 

"Oh, he did he?", a knowing smile crept across her face.

That little shit, she thought, "Well you know people change and sometimes those around them take a while to adapt to those changes Mom"

"Well that being said, I think maybe it would be best if you stayed home tonight and hung out with me"

"Why would I do that?", was she taking Michael's side? This would not do at all, Katerina's mind reached out feeling for the edges of her mother's consciousness. 

"Because I want to spend more time with my daughter, get to know the new you better", her mother started to feel the onset of a migraine, children really could bring on the worst headaches

"I think you might enjoy that more than you imagine Charlotte", her tone grew more sarcastic, she never used her mother's first name, "you really should just let me cum and go as I please, but if that's what you want this is your choice", she started to create an image in Charlotte's memories.

"No young lady, whilst you're staying here under my roof you need to make an effort to be one of the family, and don't you dare call me Charlotte again, call me...", a flash of an old memory sparked in her mind. The first time she kissed her husband, no it was her boyfriend, no, so stupid it was that random stud she'd picked up on a girl's night out at the club. 

That was strange she couldn't recall visiting clubs before, she'd always been the stick in the mud amongst her friends. As she tried to deny it more images of that night flooded into her mind. Fuck that was one of the best nights she remembered, she'd got a little tipsy and her friends had tried to stop her but she'd seen him across the room, he was the most handsome man there, she wouldn't be denied, none of those bitches were getting him, she had to claim him as hers and she did. 

Charlotte's headache grew in intensity. 

"I do wish Michael hadn't involved you in all this, you really were buying the whole 'found myself' in Europe bit, ugh this is so irritating. I was going to out with Thomas tonight and then back to his place for another night of fun", she winked at Charlotte lewdly, "if you know what I mean", rolling her eyes ostentatiously she took a big sigh and took out her phone

Charlotte's jaw dropped open in astonishment, as she saw her daughter working her phone she came back to her senses, "Excuse me young lady?"

Katerina ignored her mother and dialed

"I can't believe it, now I see exactly what Michael was talking about", it was like a veil had been lifted from her Mother's eyes, she now remembered what she'd seen in the photo of Katie, not some cute photo of two young people in love but a picture of her daughter being fucked up against a wall by some strong masculine bull of a man. That's wrong, no not a bull, it was just some strange disgusting man. 

Though as she recalled the image more clearly his tight ass and his rippling back invited a twinge inside her. A momentary surge of jealousy flowed through Charlotte as she imagined herself being the one pinned against the wall

, "Your new clothes, that scent, oh that divine scent! The way you've been acting, oh my God what happened to you!"

"Hey Thomas, change of plans meet me at my place at 9 sharp..... something came up, Charlotte wants me to stay in tonight"

"Why are you calling me Charlotte again, I asked you not to, you are not having some...", even though she protested she felt a moment of lustful interest in this man who had piqued Katerina's interest. She found herself daydreaming about Thomas and the pleasure he brought Katerina and could bring her as well. 

Katerina lifted her finger to Charlotte's lips to shush her mother, "No, no we're fine Thomas, we'll just have fun here instead.....I got you a surprise.....no it's not that silly, I'm still sore, you just get here....oh I can't wait until then baby" she finished and then turned back Charlotte her mouth turning instantly back into a scowl. 

"Oh my God, Michael was right, how could I be so blind, you're acting like some wanton slut, this is not how I raised you!", Charlotte started to imagine all the things Katie had got up to, she felt shame at the jealousy forming along with the dampness in her panties.

Katerina moved closer to her mother and traced her finger down Charlotte's cheek to her pouting mouth, "I knew I'd have to do this sooner or later but It looks like Michael forced my hand, now what would you prefer that I call you Charlotte?"

"Call me what you always call me, you know I hate you calling me Charlotte", images of another night out with her friends invaded her mind.

She was out with her crew, they were such a bunch of bad bitches, she loved them all, sure she couldn't live without a fat cock every few days but there was no way she'd ever tie herself down to one man when there were so many pussies to service as well. Charlie loved taking one of her friends hunting for a man to fuck, her greatest joy was licking a perfect pussy whilst being fucked from behind by a long fat cock. 

Her eyes rolled into her head with the intrusion of this new startling memory, "No I'm, mm, not like this, oh, yu, you're, ugh, going to be staying in until you go back to school. Otherwise you can pack your stuff and move out", she tried to wave off the finger tracing down her face but only succeeded in dislodging it into her own cleavage which seemed larger, it was probably swollen from her anger.

"I wouldn't worry about my comings and goings anymore, you might want to be more concerned about your own cumings and blowings fron now on Charlie", Charlie groaned and looked at Katerina hungrily.

She grunted with need, and bit her bottom lip, "ugh, you little slutty bitch, you're going to do as I say from now on without question", she had no idea why she used the b-word, she'd never used it but it felt right, Katerina was a slutty bitch after all. Her heart beat hard in her chest, she felt flushed, and she felt new urges awakening. She was probably just furious at Katerina.

"You have no idea my dear Charlie" Katerina grinned as Charlie's batting and resistance caused her hand to find a resting place in her groin that was now burning with desire, she lifted her crotch unconsciously to press harder against Katerina's hand. 

"What are you doing Katerina, you better stop grinning like that otherwise I'm going to..", she groaned and felt another pulse travel through her groin, and she thrusted her pelvis forward, "...I'm going to....oh...my...", she bit her lip, "....have to do something, oh my Goddess, serious", leaning forward she grabbed hold of her daughter's hand and started pushing it harder against her pulsating sex, "just call me by the name I like you little whore!"

"Perhaps I should go away and ignore you then?", her hand pulled away from where it had been pressing its heel into her and left it hanging tantalizingly close to her mother's skirt

"No please keep, but you're my...", she said her eyes looking down in self doubt as tears welled up in her eyes. 

"Who am I?", she stared straight into her eyes

"You're Katie...Kat...Kater...no..Katerina!", Katerina's hand hovered as she leant closer to Charlie's quivering lips in front of her. Her hand still held poised in the air above the heat of Charlie's needy pussy. 

"And who are you, you look so nervous?" Their lips were so close they could feel the air warming from each other as they breathed. Katerina's hand moved to rest on Charlie's skirt just above the soaking pussy hiding beneath

"I'm your, your...I'm your" she felt her lips graze Katerina's, "no, I won't, I can't, this isn't right", her tongue flicked out and touched those sweet, beautiful lips, "please this is wrong, don't make me, I'm sorry for that I said"

"I'm not sorry at all", Katerina breathed out as she'd pushed forward and found soft eager lips, her tongue snaked it's way into the warm inviting mouth. She pulled away and left her victim sat there breathing heavily

"You don't need to be sorry Spyder, we'll have lots of time for us and Thomas tonight", she leant back and laughed, "but first I need to make sure that pussy will be good enough for Thomas"

The last of the resistance faded fron her mind as Spyder splayed open her legs instinctively to expose her naked hairless pussy under her tight mini, "Go ahead Katerina, you know exactly what my pussy looks and tastes like, and I know you love it. Ever since you took me that first time and we became best bitches you've demanded access to it every day. I'm just pissed that you didn't have a three way with me last night instead of leaving me to fuck another of Michael's friends, he was barely adequate"

Katerina got down on her knees and lifted Spyder's skirt and took a deep breath from Spyder's wet exposed pussy before lightly licking her lover's wet lips, "I just need to make sure you're ready for when Thomas gets here, I'd hate you to not live up to the bragging I've done about you"

Spyder's legs wrapped around Katerina's head and pulled her tight into her wet crotch, "Less talking and more licking you scheming bitch", oh how she loved this slut. Her back arched as Katerina went to work on her pussy, "It feels like forever since we did this, Thomas better be as good as you say or I'm going to sit on your face all night until I get what I need!"

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Thomas arrived later that night exactly at 9 as commanded by Katerina he walked into the house and was greeted by a vision with a body to die for in a dress so tight he could see every curve of her perfect body. 

Thomas could barely talk as the blood surged into his cock. 

"Pick your tongue off the floor and speak or I'll assume you're a mute", Spyder knew the power she had over this man. 

"Sorry, I'm er, er"

"So we've established you're not a mute but a brain injury isn't out of the realm of possibility"

"Sorry I'm Thomas, I'm here to meet up with Katerina", some of his senses had started to return as he regained composure and focus. 

"Unfortunately she's a little indisposed right now", Spyder's lips curled into a smirk, "she's resting, I think on top of what you did to her last night I may have completely worn her out", she fluttered her long heavy eyelashes and sauntered towards Thomas, "she did ask me to keep you company until she's ready though", looking him in the eyes she placed her hand on his muscular chest and said in a husky, seductive voice, "what would you like to do while we wait"

Thomas grinned as his cock pushed hard against his tight pants, "Katerina gives the best surprises"

In the bedroom Katerina's hand wound is easy down to her wonderfully satisfied pussy, she could hear Spyder staying to wave her web of seduction, this was going to work out perfectly, tomorrow she'd deal with Michael.