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Kitty Kat
I arrive with everyone already in the swing of it, music, drink, drugs and dancing to the fore. I slipped in the front door, taking in the scene like I've never been here before, but I've read the script and know all the acts. Grab a beer from the fridge and take it all in from the kitchen. Quietly observing still unseen, she sees me, skips over to hug and kiss and introduce me to all. Instant friends by association prehaps but I'll take it. Shots of hard liqour, not sure where she puts it all, barely 9 stone and 5"7, can't leave you much room, but credit where it's due the girl can drink. It is part of her appeal. "I'm trying to get you drunk, so I can take advantage of you" she whispers. Dancing now, all Latin style, hips, cunts and cocks. I can move well, like a twinkle toed assassin, and she is as fluid as lquid metal, just as warm and all embracing. We are one on the dance floor, soon we are the centre of attention, cheering, clapping, everyone sharing our passion, enbracing our lust, the crowd loving the show thinking its an act. My cocks telling me a different story and she has read the book. A break in the music back to the kitchen, more beer and shots, observed by everyone now. Who is that guy she's with they are thinking, all knowing I'm not her man. She is close now, whispering telling me what I know already, that she needs me, wants me, I ask about her man "I love him, but he doesn't make me feel like you do,he has never made me orgasm, I know you can feel how hot i am". She pushes the heat between her legs against me, "I can feel how hard you are, touch me" she whispers, almost pleading. I don't. Whispering "not here", letting my lips brush against her. People surround as again, I escape into the bathroom take a piss, the door opens behind me "I hope you are going to wash your hands" she closes the door behind her. I slide past her to the sink slowly wash and dry my hands, knowing she is waiting, letting her wait. I turn to her, kiss her, slip the dress from her shoulders, gently kiss her ear lobe, follow the line of her neck...
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