THE PRODUCER CH 4 part 2

THE PRODUCER CH 4 part 2

"How ya doin' down there, Chand?" Kat asked.

"Arrrgh, arrrrgh, grrrr, argggh," was the sound of Chandler's garbled response.

"He has one of your feet crammed in his mouth!?" Brenda said with utmost delight and surprise.

"Jesus, dude. Foot fetish?" Randy Calloway asked.

"I think I have a Kat fetish," Chandler replied, finally standing upright once again.

Brenda, unbeknownst to the guys, had already hidden the men's clothes, every garment. From Jude's tube socks to Chandler's Special Olympic Coach's jacket to Bob's pinky ring, everything was packed away, ensuring the guys stayed nude for the remainder of the evening.

"Strip Poker Fridays" became a regular occurrence at Chandler's.

Although it was always just the men who were stripping.

Chandler still jerks off feverishly to the time he got Kat down to just her bra and panties. He could make out her big, succulent beauties, held nice and snug in a tight-fitting, baby-blue bra. And down below,

Chandler gazed in utmost glee as he could see the outline of what looked to be a Nebraska-sized bush puffing out Kat's trim, maroon panties.

Chandler came to realize, and didn't mind at all, that Kat lost a few rounds that night on purpose, just to further tease Chandler, to let him come that close to a glimpse of the promised land only to have the door slammed in his face.

Such teasing brought forth such fruitful, unrelenting climaxes.
Kat took something away from these poker games, besides more victories.

She realized she had developed a deep, previously untapped thrill for dominating men. To the point of getting them to strip and obey her every wish.

This thrill, this fetish, would be forever linked to poker for her, which - given poker was her life - ensured it was always front and center.

Years later, in a conversation with her assistant, John Cock's,
Katherine would admit: "John, to me, CFNM is about winning and losing...

"The women are the winners, the men, the losers. Is that horribly wrong?"

She blushed and smiled all at the same time, sort of embarrassed to admit this thought process, but thrilled to say it out loud all the same.

It went back to strip poker. Winning round after round ensured Katherine would get to live out what would later be described as "CFNM fantasies."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," John convinced her.

"Believe me, I can speak for all of the men who have had the great luck of being around you - losing never felt so good."

John was ripping through his work at a record-setting pace.

Setting records wasn't a bad thing, with an Olympics coming up and all.

"Hey, bud," Kat said warmly as she entered John's office.

He rose to his feet, completely nude, embracing his new, lax dress code.

Kat was completely at ease with his nakedness.

"Takin' care of business, hon?" she asked, as the two returned over to his desk, with John seated and Kat standing by.

"Lots of orders came in so I've been going through them as quickly as I can, Goddess Katherine," he explained.

"Ooo, Goddess Katherine, I like the sound of that," she cooed, ruffling John's hair as the two kidded with each other.

Kat smiled her approval as she saw John hustling to get things done.

"You know what the Bible says about hard work," she complimented him, the two avid church goers.

John smiled back at his beautiful boss.

"So," she began, trailing off.

"Oh, John," she said, tapping him on the knee. "I was talking to Bernadette Habersham, who is much more cultured than I laugh.

"Hon, I think I've opened up Pandora's Box?!"

John awaited an explanation.

"With CFNM Games I!?" she clarified. "Bernadette tells me, interest in this...fetish...is climbing!? John, there are laugh, get this, CFNM parties, CFNM barbecues, CFNM festivals, CFNM...tea parties - you name it."

Kat's unmistakable enthusiasm was making it tougher for John to control his. He didn't want to be sprouting an erection just now.

"Sounds like we're in for a wild ride," Kat remarked, basically saying she wasn't opposed to hosting some of the forementioned get togethers.

John was getting pretty darn excited when things almost caved in on him - literally. A pile of papers on the top shelf of his desk began to cascade downward.

Kat came to the rescue.

"Oh, let me get that for ya, hon," she said, not only keeping the oversized pile of sheets from falling, but now Kat went about re-organizing the entire top shelf all together.

In doing so, she was crammed in between John and the desk, her big, beautiful posterior just inches from John's face.

Her sexy apple bottom was accented so wonderfully in her tight, black spandex, it was torturing John.

He could resist no longer.

John leaned outward and planted a gentle kiss on the left cheek of Kat's generously proportioned caboose.

She stopped what she was doing.

"Did you just kiss my ass?" she asked curiously.

"I did," he admitted.

She paused.

To be continued