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Cat .... Chapter 6 free porn video
Susan walked into Harriman's. It was a nice bar - clean, nice lighting, and the music wasn't too loud to have a conversation. The pictures on the wall were all about when the city was built, with small plaques explaining the captured images. In addition to a good variety of hard liquor, they sported 36 beers on tap and had a decent selection of wines. They hosted scotch tastings four times a year, with little cards giving detailed information about where the various different scotches came from and how they were made. The clientele was around her age, neither young and stupid, nor old and jaded. Several pairs of eyes noticed her entrance. She smiled and winked, sashaying to the bar.
She leaned forward and held up a finger. "White Russian." The bartender nodded and reached for a mid-range bottle of vodka. Susan surveyed the bar, looking for whom she was going to take home tonight. She never had any trouble picking up a guy and it made her confident, even cocky.
Susan had finished her drink and ordered another when she heard a clear, but an accented male voice cut through the din. "Cat! Hey, Cat!" 'Cat'...why did that sound familiar? Oh, right, that was the woman Jason talked about. She turned in her seat and looked for the source. They were barely ten feet away.
"Asif! Long time, no see. How are you? I thought you were going back home to Israel to take care of your mother?"
The man, presumably 'Asif', leaned in and gave the woman a quick peck on the cheek. He was tall and fit looking. Loosely curled black hair above an attractive face, light colored skin with a sort of golden tint, and kind eyes. He wore a maroon, button up shirt with the tails out, blue jeans and casual shoes.
"She passed away, so I figured I'd come back to the States. How've you been?"
The woman smiled broadly. "Good...really good. Changed my workout, made some new friends, discovered I liked Habu Sake, and the job is good." She was of moderate height, perhaps 5'9" and slim. Her face was striking. Not really beautiful, but somehow captivating, making you want to drag your eyes over every inch and commit it to memory. There was a perfect symmetry to it. Susan looked around the bar. She squinted and studied their faces. She realized that no one's face was exactly symmetrical, yet she'd never noticed until now. The woman was wearing barely any makeup if any. At first, it appeared that her eyes were an odd shade of blue, but then Susan realized that they were actually grey, something she'd heard was possible in some ethnicities, but had never seen before. The woman's hair was true silver and her skin a pale white. There was something weird about it, though. It looked sort of like a marble statue come to life. Her nails were short with medium grey polish. She wore a navy summer dress with exposed arms that were muscular enough to notice, while still being long and lean. Her long legs also had that lean musculature and were shaped nicely. Pale gold shoes with two-inch heels completed the look. Taken together, she was stunning.
"Are you here with someone?" He pointed to a table in the back. "Wow, she's gorgeous. You should introduce us."
"No way! You'd steal her away from me!"
Cat grinned and punched him in the arm playfully. "Asif, you know I'd never do that to you. However, if you want the three of us to get together sometime..."
"Oh, no. She'd fall in love with you and I'd be left out in the cold!"
Cat laughed heartily. "Get out of here and go tap that. She better be having trouble walking when I see her again." She laughed again and kissed his cheek. "Remember, be here, be now."
"I always remember what you taught me."
Cat smiled wide, grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face the table. "Go get her." She swatted his butt and nudged him forward.
"Bye, Cat."
"Have fun, Asif."
The woman called Cat turned, crossed the remaining few steps to the bar and grabbed the bartender's attention. "Vodka martini. Shaken and dirty. FAIR Quinoa, if you have it. Haku, if you don't." She turned and looked right into Susan's eyes. "You should stop staring."
Susan blushed. "Oh, sorry! That guy...he called you Cat. That's your name, yes?"
Cat looked her over. Her silky black hair plaited in great, thick, ornate braids, the last falling just past her shoulders. It was unique, pretty, and framed her face perfectly. She had skin like the darkest chocolate. Almond shaped eyes of dark brown above a broad nose and very full lips covered in a sexy shade of red lipstick. Her blush accentuated her cheekbones and her eyelids were a reverse color of the 'smokey eye' that was so popular. Her features came together nicely, and she was extremely good looking. Her full breasts were too large for her frame, and she had opened the top two buttons of her blouse to show off her ample cleavage. Her red satin top was tucked into a black pencil skirt that clung nicely to her generous hips. Cat suspected that she had a fabulous ass. Her feet bore red five-inch heels. Cat licked her lips obscenely. "Mmmm. Don't you look delicious." Her voice dripped like honey. Susan blushed and averted her eyes downward.
Cat grinned inwardly. "Yes, I'm Cat. Do I know you?"
Susan looked back up. "No, but a guy I know talked about you."
Her eyes tightened a bit. "What is his name and what did he tell you?" There was a hard edge to her voice.
"Jason. He didn't really talk about you, per se. He just mentioned a few things."
"In what context?"
"He was...um, eating the peach, if you get my meaning. He apologized for not doing a good job, which was like, crazy because he was pretty good. Said he'd only done it a few times before. I couldn't believe that, so I pressed him about it. He said he'd only gone down on a couple of girls, but he'd done, like, a ton of guys specifically to hone his skills for one particular girl to whom he did not refer to by name." She stared at Cat pointedly.
Cat burst out laughing. "I always wondered how he got so damn good so damn fast. Still, that wouldn't be enough. There's got to be more to it though... Hmm..." Cat looked lost in thought.
"He didn't tell me your name until I asked if he was involved with anyone special."
Cat smiled. Good boy. "Well, let me tell you, if you think he's good with pussy, you should have him suck your girl-cock. He would literally blow your mind. I can barely think when he's done with me."
"Girl-cock?"
Cat patted her crotch and smirked. "Too bad you cut yours off. He really is truly unbelievable."
Susan's eyes widened and she swiveled her head around the bar with a growing look of panic. "How did you...?"
"Please. You might as well be wearing a neon sign."
Susan full-on panicked grabbed her purse, slid off the barstool and started towards the door. Cat grabbed her arm. "Sit down. I'm teasing. No one else here has even the faintest clue." Susan looked at Cat, then around at the bar. She returned to her seat.
"Hunting boys, hunh?" Cat asked.
"Um...yeah."
"Cool. There are some decent specimens in here tonight. As smokin' hot as you are, you shouldn't have a problem." Susan blushed again.
Cat paused to take a drink. "To answer your question, there's a couple of ways I knew. First, if you know what to look for and are really perceptive, there are always signs. Second, and this is the real giveaway, he's got a fetish for trans women. I wasn't sure if it was pre- only or post-op too. I guess it's both. Good for him." She took another drink.
"So, you're his girlfriend?"
"Ha! I wouldn't describe it that way. We have...an arrangement. I am pretty fond of him though, so if you hurt him in any way..." Cat grinned wide enough to show her teeth, but the rest of her face was doing the opposite of smiling. Susan blanched. It was like being face to face with a tiger.
"Oh, no. It was just the one time. I asked him if he wanted to see each other again. He said he would like to, but..."
"But what?"
"He said that if you called him, that he would have to leave immediately, regardless of what we were doing."
Cat sighed. "Damnit, Jason! Grrr! He can always tell me that he's busy with someone else. I wouldn't be upset. Hell, I'd be happy for him. I'm going to have to talk to him and try to get it through his thick head." She stared at the mirror behind the bar looking annoyed.
Susan took another drink. "So, you two are like fuck buddies?"
Cat turned back to her. "Bleah. I dislike that term, but basically, yeah. Well, in a way. I teach him. He's a quick learner, but still conservative enough that I can't just throw everything at him at once. Been considering introducing him to water sports, or maybe a little light bondage. He'd balk at first, but I think he'd get into it after the initial shock. I might put him in some panties, a dress, and some makeup just so he can see how nice it feels. I won't make him a TV, or a sissy, though. I mean I could make him, but that's not something he would choose for himself, so I won't do it. Actually, I've been slowly trying to make him a dominant. He's going to be extremely knowledgeable when I'm done, so he needs to be dominant to be able to teach others effectively."
"Could you really make him do that stuff?"
"Sure. I can make him do anything. I can make pretty much anyone do anything I want." Cat held up a finger and slowly rotated it to indicate the entire bar. "I bet I can make any one of these straight, deeply hetero boys let me pound their ass until they can't sit for days. And you...I've already got your number. I can make you suck me off right here, right now, and you'd do it willingly." Cat fixed Susan with a look that made her immediately feel submissive. Cat reached over, ran her fingers through Susan's hair and lightly stroked her cheek. Usually cool and confident, Susan shivered in fear. She felt like that tiger from earlier was stalking her.
Cat softened her expression and smiled brightly and broadly. She patted Susan's hand in a comforting manner. "Relax, babe. You're not on my radar tonight. In fact, I'm going to mark you as off limits. Jason's a great guy and I really don't want to fuck up his situation. That said, you're going to call him, invite him over and really teach him how to eat that peach... and I mean better than any lesbian. Then you're going to teach him how to fuck a pussy so good that it would make a girl fall in love with him on the spot. Those are things I can't teach him without involving someone else and I don't think he's ready for that yet. Therefore, you are going to teach him and you are going to do an excellent job. Am I clear?" Susan nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Cat smiled gently and rubbed Susan's arm. "He's really good at following instructions, so give him clear directions."
Susan was still somewhat afraid of Cat. "Uh...yes...I'll do my best..."
Cat hardened her voice. "Do better than your best."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Not ma'am. Just Cat."
"Yes, ma'am, er...yes, Cat. But, uh...I don't have his number."
"Give me your phone." Cat opened her hand palm up.
Susan quickly fished out her phone and placed it in Cat's hand. Cat entered Jason's number in the contacts and handed it back. She smiled again and waved the bartender over. "Another one for my friend here." She looked at Susan and flashed that megawatt smile. "Tell me about yourself, Susan."
"Well, I'm 26, single, and work at a brokerage house."
"Young, hot, sexy and rich."
"Haha, not rich, but I do okay."
"So, young, hot, sexy and well off."
"Hehe. I don't feel young. I just feel like I've lived more life than a person should have to, you know?"
"Struggled, hunh?"
"Yeah. You must have had a tough time too, right?"
"I guess. I've always stood out. I could never be like everyone else. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. This was just one more thing."
"It didn't drive you crazy?"
"Can't drive you crazy if you're already there." Cat shrugged and laughed. Susan laughed with her.
"You must have taken a lot of shit for those eyes."
"Eyes? Ha! Look at this skin! People couldn't decide if I was so weird because I was an albino or something."
"You're an albino?"
"Not really. It's a rare mutation of a rare mutation combined with another rare mutation. It's something like one in 93 billion people. Like I said, I was always different in every way."
"Damn. I thought I had it rough. I can't imagine being trans on top of all that shit. Not being able to fit yourself into a group...any group. You're white, but a really freaky kind of white. At least I could fit in with the other black k**s."
"Well, being black and trans couldn't have been easy."
"It wasn't. 'Faggy little boys' don't do well in the 'hood. It's weird. You'd think that having a shared history...you know, the personal racism, institutional discrimination, forced socio-economic bullshit, and the whole slavery thing...you'd think we wouldn't fight among ourselves."
"That's not just a black thing, Susan. Every culture has stupid infighting no matter what their struggles as a group have been."
"That's true."
"Was it hard to get into finance for you?"
"No one's ever known me as anyone other than Susan."
"How'd you pull that off?"
"Born in Compton, both parents died in a robbery, no family, c***d care system, adopted by a wealthy liberal couple in Frisco, moved to Luxembourg, got a lot of support, transitioned early, some university, back to the States, more university, and so on. Hardly anyone in the whole country knows."
"Shitty and lucky at the same time."
"Luckier than a lot. No one's ever assaulted me and I grew up among fairly tolerant people."
"Do they have different treatment therapies in Europe? Your breasts are pretty big for HRT and you've got hips, girl."
"Some HRT, some surgeries, some implants here and there, and random genetics."
"It's working for you."
"Thanks. What about you?"
"I knew pretty young, but I didn't really know what it was. I was so weird in every other way. I wondered if I was a whole different species sometimes."
"What about support?"
"Heh. Yeah...no. Dad beat the shit out of me daily. Died of a heart attack mid-swing. No lie."
"Yeesh."
"Mom's new boyfriend was a p*******e. Fucked me more than he did her. At least he prepared me for anal."
"Cat! No! That's horrible!"
"Mom played dumb, but I know she heard me screaming every night. He'd even grab my ass and tell me how he was going to fuck my mouth right in front of her. She conveniently didn't see or hear anything."
Susan put her hands to her mouth in a silent gasp.
"Jock bully made me suck him and all his friend's dicks. Kicked my ass every day for five months before I gave in. Even put me in the hospital. Twice. Basically ****d me in the showers in front of everyone. Not just once. Pretty much every gym class all year. Somehow that made me the little faggot, but they were normal. There's no way the teacher didn't know."
"Oh, Cat..." Susan's voice broke.
"Ran away at 14. Whored myself out to survive. Veronica found me at 16, half dead in the park after a 'client' decided to kill me instead of paying."
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry." Tears filled Susan's eyes and ran down her cheeks.
"It's okay. Veronica was a godsend. She didn't even know me. She paid for the hospital and later for my transition. She also made me get my GED. I guess I fell for her. To this day, I've never known a more compassionate and caring person. I didn't just love her, I was in love with her. I didn't know how to express it besides begging her to have sex. She sent me to a ther****t. A year later, I was still fucked up, but at least I learned a few coping skills. I still had night terrors every night. Veronica would come into my room and sit and hold me until I finally stopped crying. Every single night. She was a saint. I guess after a few years, she realized that she couldn't fix me. That's when she took me to see Rose. If Veronica was an angel, Rose was like the general of a demon army. She taught me how to get all my rage out. Then she taught me how to get my body and mind strong. I wanted to thank her, but I still didn't know how to express that besides sex. She understood that somehow. I remember that first night when she told me that she would show me how sex was really supposed to be. I'd never felt so loved. She taught me just about everything I know." Cat looked like she might start crying, then her face locked down and became emotionless. She closed her eyes for a few moments. "I would do anything for her. For both of them."
Someone came up behind them. Cat looked in the mirror to see who it was without turning around. He was maybe 5'10", average looking, with a checked polo and tan Dockers. Early twenties.
"What are you two lesbos doing here?" He had a southwestern accent. Texas, New Mexico, or Arizona.
Susan got angry, but Cat put a hand on her arm. She looked up at the man, her face the picture of innocence.
"What makes you think that we're lesbos?"
"The way you keep touching each other. Like you're doing now."
Cat removed her hand from Susan's arm. "Oh, no. We're just really good friends. She was just telling me about breaking up with her boyfriend. I was just telling her that she needed to have rebound sex. In fact, we were kinda looking at you. I guess you caught us peeking out of the corner of our eyes." Cat looked over at Susan and winked. "He's cute, isn't he?"
Susan caught on. "Oh, yeah. I bet he's so much better than my ex." She dragged a hand across the top of one plump breast.
Cat turned back to him. "I bet you're right. Say, have you ever been with a black girl?"
"What? Eww, no!"
Oh, great. A man-c***d who's homophobic and racist. The trifecta. "Well, one night with her..." Cat gestured towards Susan. "...and you're going to want to..." Cat made her voice breathy, slow and dripping with sex. "...fuck..." She drew the word out. "...every black woman you see." She gave him a smokey look. "But then I'd be all alone." She reached out and rubbed his arm slowly. "You wouldn't want that, would you? Actually..." She glanced at Susan, being just a bit too obvious. "You look like you could maybe satisfy us both at the same time. You could, couldn't you?"
Susan turned, ostensibly to get her drink, and tried hard not to laugh.
He hesitated. "Well,...uh... yeah. I could handle both of you." He didn't sound confident at all.
Cat produced a piece of paper. "Why don't you write your address on this and meet us at your place. Pick up a couple of bottles of wine. We'll finish our drinks, drive home and pick out something...nice...to wear for you. It might take a while to find just the right thing, but we'll make it worth your while. You'll wait for us, won't you?" Cat rubbed the front of his pants. She felt him respond.
"Uh, yeah...I'll put the wine on ice and wait for you." He scribbled his address down, went back to his friends, pointed at the two women, then headed towards the door.
Cat turned back to the bar and lowered her voice so that only Susan could hear. "I know you want to laugh at that idiot, but hold it until he leaves."
Susan tried desperately not to laugh. "Are you really going to fuck him?"
"That piece of shit? Hell, no!"
"What if he comes back angry?"
"Trust me, he'll wait at home all night."
"We won't be able to come back to this bar again."
"Why?"
"He'll see us."
"So? Just tell him our car broke down and make him go home and wait again."
"Oh my God, you are so bad! What if he gets upset and gets, you know, violent."
"Then between these..." Cat curled her bicep and flexed. A rock hard muscle appeared. "And some Krav Maga, he's going to have a hard time explaining to his friends how a girl kicked the shit out of him, threw his punk ass in the gutter, then spit in his little bitch face."
"Jesus! You are hardcore, girl!
"The world can be a hard place for any woman, let alone women like us. You have to be prepared to be even harder."
Susan just shook her head, not knowing how to respond. After a minute, she spoke. "Can you make me like you?"
"You have to find your own path, Susan, but I would be honored to help you in any way I can."
Susan gushed. "Thank you, thank you so much."
"Give me your phone." Susan handed over her phone. Cat entered her own number in the contacts and handed it back. "When you're ready to begin, give me a call and we'll figure out your first steps."
Susan threw her arms around Cat and hugged her. Cat hugged her back.
The two women engaged in animated conversation for the next hour and a half, mostly with Cat regaling Susan with stories about some of her adventures. At some point, they had switched to shots of tequila. When the bartender returned to refill their shot glasses once again, Cat held her hand over hers, signaling him to not to pour her another. Her head was starting to swim.
"What's the matter? Big, bad Cat can't hold her liquor?" Susan elbowed Cat in the ribs.
Cat slowly turned her head to face Susan. Her eyes smoldered and she looked...hungry. She licked her lips obscenely again. "Susan, you are so goddamn hot. I wanted to fuck you the second I laid eyes on you. If you hadn't told me about Jason, you'd have been in my bed hours ago. If I keep drinking, I'm going to say fuck Jason, take you home, and tear you up for the next three days straight."
Susan blushed furiously. She'd never been attracted to women, but Cat was intriguing.
Cat sighed. "But as I said, I really like Jason. So, what's going to happen is you're going to pick up your phone, call Jason, take him home and fuck his brains out. I, meanwhile, am going to go home and sleep."
"Isn't it kinda late? What if he doesn't want to?"
"Call him. If he gives you any pushback, hand me the phone."
Susan stared at Cat for a moment.
Cat narrowed her eyes. "Dial."
Susan nodded, found his contact entry and dialed his number. "Jason? Hi. This is Susan... from the other week. I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place tonight." "Yeah." "Definitely." "Yeah." "Okay." "Okay. Umm..can you hold on for a second?" Susan looked at Cat and shrugged. Cat took the phone out of her hand.
"Jason, this is Cat. I want you to spend time with Susan tonight." "Yes." "No." "Don't be ridiculous. You're a member of my stable. That means you are among the best of the best, and I have no intention of giving you up. You'll be on your knees between these thighs for a long, long time to come." "Yes, I know. However, tonight you're going to be on your knees between Susan's thighs, metaphorically speaking. Or literally speaking, if that's what she tells you to do."
"Listen to me, Jason. There are things that I want to teach you that I simply don't have the equipment for, so I'm going to need someone else's help. I've been thinking about the best way to do it, and thankfully you've brought me Susan. I think she will be able to help me with your training. Do what she tells you." "Yes." "Yes." "When she tells you to do something, you consider it as coming directly from me. In fact, from now on, you're going to spend time with her once a week." Cat put her hand over the microphone and looked at Susan. "What's a good day for you?"
Susan was flustered. "Uh...I don't know...Tuesday? I guess?"
Cat spoke into the phone again. "You'll train with her on Tuesdays. When she tells me that you've made enough progress, I'll come over and check. I'll give you tips and pointers, and show you some techniques. When you get good enough, we'll have a competition to see who's better." Cat laughed in response to something he'd said. "I don't know...you've got a lot of natural talent. You're already a better cocksucker than me." "Haha!" "Girl-cock, duh." "We'll let her be the judge." Cat glanced at Susan who was sitting there with her mouth open, stupefied. She winked.
"Okay." "Probably early Saturday." "Yes." "You can have me the whole day as a reward for being a good boy. I'm handing you back to Susan now. Oh, and Jason, remember what I've always told you about spending time with someone: Be here, be now. When you're with her, you focus on her. Don't be thinking about me. You be there, you be then. Here's Susan." Cat handed the phone back.
Susan's hands were trembling slightly and she almost dropped the phone. "So, uh... yeah. Do you remember where I live?" "Yep, that's the place." "Thirty minutes." "See you soon." She looked at the phone, then at Cat, then the phone, then Cat again. "This is so surreal!"
"Go have some fun. Keep me updated on how he's doing. Be a little dominant if you need to get him to do something out of his comfort zone." Cat turned back to the bar and signaled the bartender for the check.
"Hey, do you need a ride? You do seem pretty woosy there."
"Good point. I'll call a cab. You need to get going now, though. Wait."
Susan stopped and turned around. Cat pointed at her chest. "Let him fuck those puppies. I don't think he's ever had the chance, and I, as you can see..." Cat grabbed her own breasts and gave them a couple of quick squeezes. "...am not properly equipped." She grinned.
Susan giggled and gave Cat a quick hug. She jumped up and quickly walked towards the door. Cat stared at that gorgeous ass the whole way out.
She leaned forward and held up a finger. "White Russian." The bartender nodded and reached for a mid-range bottle of vodka. Susan surveyed the bar, looking for whom she was going to take home tonight. She never had any trouble picking up a guy and it made her confident, even cocky.
Susan had finished her drink and ordered another when she heard a clear, but an accented male voice cut through the din. "Cat! Hey, Cat!" 'Cat'...why did that sound familiar? Oh, right, that was the woman Jason talked about. She turned in her seat and looked for the source. They were barely ten feet away.
"Asif! Long time, no see. How are you? I thought you were going back home to Israel to take care of your mother?"
The man, presumably 'Asif', leaned in and gave the woman a quick peck on the cheek. He was tall and fit looking. Loosely curled black hair above an attractive face, light colored skin with a sort of golden tint, and kind eyes. He wore a maroon, button up shirt with the tails out, blue jeans and casual shoes.
"She passed away, so I figured I'd come back to the States. How've you been?"
The woman smiled broadly. "Good...really good. Changed my workout, made some new friends, discovered I liked Habu Sake, and the job is good." She was of moderate height, perhaps 5'9" and slim. Her face was striking. Not really beautiful, but somehow captivating, making you want to drag your eyes over every inch and commit it to memory. There was a perfect symmetry to it. Susan looked around the bar. She squinted and studied their faces. She realized that no one's face was exactly symmetrical, yet she'd never noticed until now. The woman was wearing barely any makeup if any. At first, it appeared that her eyes were an odd shade of blue, but then Susan realized that they were actually grey, something she'd heard was possible in some ethnicities, but had never seen before. The woman's hair was true silver and her skin a pale white. There was something weird about it, though. It looked sort of like a marble statue come to life. Her nails were short with medium grey polish. She wore a navy summer dress with exposed arms that were muscular enough to notice, while still being long and lean. Her long legs also had that lean musculature and were shaped nicely. Pale gold shoes with two-inch heels completed the look. Taken together, she was stunning.
"Are you here with someone?" He pointed to a table in the back. "Wow, she's gorgeous. You should introduce us."
"No way! You'd steal her away from me!"
Cat grinned and punched him in the arm playfully. "Asif, you know I'd never do that to you. However, if you want the three of us to get together sometime..."
"Oh, no. She'd fall in love with you and I'd be left out in the cold!"
Cat laughed heartily. "Get out of here and go tap that. She better be having trouble walking when I see her again." She laughed again and kissed his cheek. "Remember, be here, be now."
"I always remember what you taught me."
Cat smiled wide, grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face the table. "Go get her." She swatted his butt and nudged him forward.
"Bye, Cat."
"Have fun, Asif."
The woman called Cat turned, crossed the remaining few steps to the bar and grabbed the bartender's attention. "Vodka martini. Shaken and dirty. FAIR Quinoa, if you have it. Haku, if you don't." She turned and looked right into Susan's eyes. "You should stop staring."
Susan blushed. "Oh, sorry! That guy...he called you Cat. That's your name, yes?"
Cat looked her over. Her silky black hair plaited in great, thick, ornate braids, the last falling just past her shoulders. It was unique, pretty, and framed her face perfectly. She had skin like the darkest chocolate. Almond shaped eyes of dark brown above a broad nose and very full lips covered in a sexy shade of red lipstick. Her blush accentuated her cheekbones and her eyelids were a reverse color of the 'smokey eye' that was so popular. Her features came together nicely, and she was extremely good looking. Her full breasts were too large for her frame, and she had opened the top two buttons of her blouse to show off her ample cleavage. Her red satin top was tucked into a black pencil skirt that clung nicely to her generous hips. Cat suspected that she had a fabulous ass. Her feet bore red five-inch heels. Cat licked her lips obscenely. "Mmmm. Don't you look delicious." Her voice dripped like honey. Susan blushed and averted her eyes downward.
Cat grinned inwardly. "Yes, I'm Cat. Do I know you?"
Susan looked back up. "No, but a guy I know talked about you."
Her eyes tightened a bit. "What is his name and what did he tell you?" There was a hard edge to her voice.
"Jason. He didn't really talk about you, per se. He just mentioned a few things."
"In what context?"
"He was...um, eating the peach, if you get my meaning. He apologized for not doing a good job, which was like, crazy because he was pretty good. Said he'd only done it a few times before. I couldn't believe that, so I pressed him about it. He said he'd only gone down on a couple of girls, but he'd done, like, a ton of guys specifically to hone his skills for one particular girl to whom he did not refer to by name." She stared at Cat pointedly.
Cat burst out laughing. "I always wondered how he got so damn good so damn fast. Still, that wouldn't be enough. There's got to be more to it though... Hmm..." Cat looked lost in thought.
"He didn't tell me your name until I asked if he was involved with anyone special."
Cat smiled. Good boy. "Well, let me tell you, if you think he's good with pussy, you should have him suck your girl-cock. He would literally blow your mind. I can barely think when he's done with me."
"Girl-cock?"
Cat patted her crotch and smirked. "Too bad you cut yours off. He really is truly unbelievable."
Susan's eyes widened and she swiveled her head around the bar with a growing look of panic. "How did you...?"
"Please. You might as well be wearing a neon sign."
Susan full-on panicked grabbed her purse, slid off the barstool and started towards the door. Cat grabbed her arm. "Sit down. I'm teasing. No one else here has even the faintest clue." Susan looked at Cat, then around at the bar. She returned to her seat.
"Hunting boys, hunh?" Cat asked.
"Um...yeah."
"Cool. There are some decent specimens in here tonight. As smokin' hot as you are, you shouldn't have a problem." Susan blushed again.
Cat paused to take a drink. "To answer your question, there's a couple of ways I knew. First, if you know what to look for and are really perceptive, there are always signs. Second, and this is the real giveaway, he's got a fetish for trans women. I wasn't sure if it was pre- only or post-op too. I guess it's both. Good for him." She took another drink.
"So, you're his girlfriend?"
"Ha! I wouldn't describe it that way. We have...an arrangement. I am pretty fond of him though, so if you hurt him in any way..." Cat grinned wide enough to show her teeth, but the rest of her face was doing the opposite of smiling. Susan blanched. It was like being face to face with a tiger.
"Oh, no. It was just the one time. I asked him if he wanted to see each other again. He said he would like to, but..."
"But what?"
"He said that if you called him, that he would have to leave immediately, regardless of what we were doing."
Cat sighed. "Damnit, Jason! Grrr! He can always tell me that he's busy with someone else. I wouldn't be upset. Hell, I'd be happy for him. I'm going to have to talk to him and try to get it through his thick head." She stared at the mirror behind the bar looking annoyed.
Susan took another drink. "So, you two are like fuck buddies?"
Cat turned back to her. "Bleah. I dislike that term, but basically, yeah. Well, in a way. I teach him. He's a quick learner, but still conservative enough that I can't just throw everything at him at once. Been considering introducing him to water sports, or maybe a little light bondage. He'd balk at first, but I think he'd get into it after the initial shock. I might put him in some panties, a dress, and some makeup just so he can see how nice it feels. I won't make him a TV, or a sissy, though. I mean I could make him, but that's not something he would choose for himself, so I won't do it. Actually, I've been slowly trying to make him a dominant. He's going to be extremely knowledgeable when I'm done, so he needs to be dominant to be able to teach others effectively."
"Could you really make him do that stuff?"
"Sure. I can make him do anything. I can make pretty much anyone do anything I want." Cat held up a finger and slowly rotated it to indicate the entire bar. "I bet I can make any one of these straight, deeply hetero boys let me pound their ass until they can't sit for days. And you...I've already got your number. I can make you suck me off right here, right now, and you'd do it willingly." Cat fixed Susan with a look that made her immediately feel submissive. Cat reached over, ran her fingers through Susan's hair and lightly stroked her cheek. Usually cool and confident, Susan shivered in fear. She felt like that tiger from earlier was stalking her.
Cat softened her expression and smiled brightly and broadly. She patted Susan's hand in a comforting manner. "Relax, babe. You're not on my radar tonight. In fact, I'm going to mark you as off limits. Jason's a great guy and I really don't want to fuck up his situation. That said, you're going to call him, invite him over and really teach him how to eat that peach... and I mean better than any lesbian. Then you're going to teach him how to fuck a pussy so good that it would make a girl fall in love with him on the spot. Those are things I can't teach him without involving someone else and I don't think he's ready for that yet. Therefore, you are going to teach him and you are going to do an excellent job. Am I clear?" Susan nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Cat smiled gently and rubbed Susan's arm. "He's really good at following instructions, so give him clear directions."
Susan was still somewhat afraid of Cat. "Uh...yes...I'll do my best..."
Cat hardened her voice. "Do better than your best."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Not ma'am. Just Cat."
"Yes, ma'am, er...yes, Cat. But, uh...I don't have his number."
"Give me your phone." Cat opened her hand palm up.
Susan quickly fished out her phone and placed it in Cat's hand. Cat entered Jason's number in the contacts and handed it back. She smiled again and waved the bartender over. "Another one for my friend here." She looked at Susan and flashed that megawatt smile. "Tell me about yourself, Susan."
"Well, I'm 26, single, and work at a brokerage house."
"Young, hot, sexy and rich."
"Haha, not rich, but I do okay."
"So, young, hot, sexy and well off."
"Hehe. I don't feel young. I just feel like I've lived more life than a person should have to, you know?"
"Struggled, hunh?"
"Yeah. You must have had a tough time too, right?"
"I guess. I've always stood out. I could never be like everyone else. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. This was just one more thing."
"It didn't drive you crazy?"
"Can't drive you crazy if you're already there." Cat shrugged and laughed. Susan laughed with her.
"You must have taken a lot of shit for those eyes."
"Eyes? Ha! Look at this skin! People couldn't decide if I was so weird because I was an albino or something."
"You're an albino?"
"Not really. It's a rare mutation of a rare mutation combined with another rare mutation. It's something like one in 93 billion people. Like I said, I was always different in every way."
"Damn. I thought I had it rough. I can't imagine being trans on top of all that shit. Not being able to fit yourself into a group...any group. You're white, but a really freaky kind of white. At least I could fit in with the other black k**s."
"Well, being black and trans couldn't have been easy."
"It wasn't. 'Faggy little boys' don't do well in the 'hood. It's weird. You'd think that having a shared history...you know, the personal racism, institutional discrimination, forced socio-economic bullshit, and the whole slavery thing...you'd think we wouldn't fight among ourselves."
"That's not just a black thing, Susan. Every culture has stupid infighting no matter what their struggles as a group have been."
"That's true."
"Was it hard to get into finance for you?"
"No one's ever known me as anyone other than Susan."
"How'd you pull that off?"
"Born in Compton, both parents died in a robbery, no family, c***d care system, adopted by a wealthy liberal couple in Frisco, moved to Luxembourg, got a lot of support, transitioned early, some university, back to the States, more university, and so on. Hardly anyone in the whole country knows."
"Shitty and lucky at the same time."
"Luckier than a lot. No one's ever assaulted me and I grew up among fairly tolerant people."
"Do they have different treatment therapies in Europe? Your breasts are pretty big for HRT and you've got hips, girl."
"Some HRT, some surgeries, some implants here and there, and random genetics."
"It's working for you."
"Thanks. What about you?"
"I knew pretty young, but I didn't really know what it was. I was so weird in every other way. I wondered if I was a whole different species sometimes."
"What about support?"
"Heh. Yeah...no. Dad beat the shit out of me daily. Died of a heart attack mid-swing. No lie."
"Yeesh."
"Mom's new boyfriend was a p*******e. Fucked me more than he did her. At least he prepared me for anal."
"Cat! No! That's horrible!"
"Mom played dumb, but I know she heard me screaming every night. He'd even grab my ass and tell me how he was going to fuck my mouth right in front of her. She conveniently didn't see or hear anything."
Susan put her hands to her mouth in a silent gasp.
"Jock bully made me suck him and all his friend's dicks. Kicked my ass every day for five months before I gave in. Even put me in the hospital. Twice. Basically ****d me in the showers in front of everyone. Not just once. Pretty much every gym class all year. Somehow that made me the little faggot, but they were normal. There's no way the teacher didn't know."
"Oh, Cat..." Susan's voice broke.
"Ran away at 14. Whored myself out to survive. Veronica found me at 16, half dead in the park after a 'client' decided to kill me instead of paying."
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry." Tears filled Susan's eyes and ran down her cheeks.
"It's okay. Veronica was a godsend. She didn't even know me. She paid for the hospital and later for my transition. She also made me get my GED. I guess I fell for her. To this day, I've never known a more compassionate and caring person. I didn't just love her, I was in love with her. I didn't know how to express it besides begging her to have sex. She sent me to a ther****t. A year later, I was still fucked up, but at least I learned a few coping skills. I still had night terrors every night. Veronica would come into my room and sit and hold me until I finally stopped crying. Every single night. She was a saint. I guess after a few years, she realized that she couldn't fix me. That's when she took me to see Rose. If Veronica was an angel, Rose was like the general of a demon army. She taught me how to get all my rage out. Then she taught me how to get my body and mind strong. I wanted to thank her, but I still didn't know how to express that besides sex. She understood that somehow. I remember that first night when she told me that she would show me how sex was really supposed to be. I'd never felt so loved. She taught me just about everything I know." Cat looked like she might start crying, then her face locked down and became emotionless. She closed her eyes for a few moments. "I would do anything for her. For both of them."
Someone came up behind them. Cat looked in the mirror to see who it was without turning around. He was maybe 5'10", average looking, with a checked polo and tan Dockers. Early twenties.
"What are you two lesbos doing here?" He had a southwestern accent. Texas, New Mexico, or Arizona.
Susan got angry, but Cat put a hand on her arm. She looked up at the man, her face the picture of innocence.
"What makes you think that we're lesbos?"
"The way you keep touching each other. Like you're doing now."
Cat removed her hand from Susan's arm. "Oh, no. We're just really good friends. She was just telling me about breaking up with her boyfriend. I was just telling her that she needed to have rebound sex. In fact, we were kinda looking at you. I guess you caught us peeking out of the corner of our eyes." Cat looked over at Susan and winked. "He's cute, isn't he?"
Susan caught on. "Oh, yeah. I bet he's so much better than my ex." She dragged a hand across the top of one plump breast.
Cat turned back to him. "I bet you're right. Say, have you ever been with a black girl?"
"What? Eww, no!"
Oh, great. A man-c***d who's homophobic and racist. The trifecta. "Well, one night with her..." Cat gestured towards Susan. "...and you're going to want to..." Cat made her voice breathy, slow and dripping with sex. "...fuck..." She drew the word out. "...every black woman you see." She gave him a smokey look. "But then I'd be all alone." She reached out and rubbed his arm slowly. "You wouldn't want that, would you? Actually..." She glanced at Susan, being just a bit too obvious. "You look like you could maybe satisfy us both at the same time. You could, couldn't you?"
Susan turned, ostensibly to get her drink, and tried hard not to laugh.
He hesitated. "Well,...uh... yeah. I could handle both of you." He didn't sound confident at all.
Cat produced a piece of paper. "Why don't you write your address on this and meet us at your place. Pick up a couple of bottles of wine. We'll finish our drinks, drive home and pick out something...nice...to wear for you. It might take a while to find just the right thing, but we'll make it worth your while. You'll wait for us, won't you?" Cat rubbed the front of his pants. She felt him respond.
"Uh, yeah...I'll put the wine on ice and wait for you." He scribbled his address down, went back to his friends, pointed at the two women, then headed towards the door.
Cat turned back to the bar and lowered her voice so that only Susan could hear. "I know you want to laugh at that idiot, but hold it until he leaves."
Susan tried desperately not to laugh. "Are you really going to fuck him?"
"That piece of shit? Hell, no!"
"What if he comes back angry?"
"Trust me, he'll wait at home all night."
"We won't be able to come back to this bar again."
"Why?"
"He'll see us."
"So? Just tell him our car broke down and make him go home and wait again."
"Oh my God, you are so bad! What if he gets upset and gets, you know, violent."
"Then between these..." Cat curled her bicep and flexed. A rock hard muscle appeared. "And some Krav Maga, he's going to have a hard time explaining to his friends how a girl kicked the shit out of him, threw his punk ass in the gutter, then spit in his little bitch face."
"Jesus! You are hardcore, girl!
"The world can be a hard place for any woman, let alone women like us. You have to be prepared to be even harder."
Susan just shook her head, not knowing how to respond. After a minute, she spoke. "Can you make me like you?"
"You have to find your own path, Susan, but I would be honored to help you in any way I can."
Susan gushed. "Thank you, thank you so much."
"Give me your phone." Susan handed over her phone. Cat entered her own number in the contacts and handed it back. "When you're ready to begin, give me a call and we'll figure out your first steps."
Susan threw her arms around Cat and hugged her. Cat hugged her back.
The two women engaged in animated conversation for the next hour and a half, mostly with Cat regaling Susan with stories about some of her adventures. At some point, they had switched to shots of tequila. When the bartender returned to refill their shot glasses once again, Cat held her hand over hers, signaling him to not to pour her another. Her head was starting to swim.
"What's the matter? Big, bad Cat can't hold her liquor?" Susan elbowed Cat in the ribs.
Cat slowly turned her head to face Susan. Her eyes smoldered and she looked...hungry. She licked her lips obscenely again. "Susan, you are so goddamn hot. I wanted to fuck you the second I laid eyes on you. If you hadn't told me about Jason, you'd have been in my bed hours ago. If I keep drinking, I'm going to say fuck Jason, take you home, and tear you up for the next three days straight."
Susan blushed furiously. She'd never been attracted to women, but Cat was intriguing.
Cat sighed. "But as I said, I really like Jason. So, what's going to happen is you're going to pick up your phone, call Jason, take him home and fuck his brains out. I, meanwhile, am going to go home and sleep."
"Isn't it kinda late? What if he doesn't want to?"
"Call him. If he gives you any pushback, hand me the phone."
Susan stared at Cat for a moment.
Cat narrowed her eyes. "Dial."
Susan nodded, found his contact entry and dialed his number. "Jason? Hi. This is Susan... from the other week. I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place tonight." "Yeah." "Definitely." "Yeah." "Okay." "Okay. Umm..can you hold on for a second?" Susan looked at Cat and shrugged. Cat took the phone out of her hand.
"Jason, this is Cat. I want you to spend time with Susan tonight." "Yes." "No." "Don't be ridiculous. You're a member of my stable. That means you are among the best of the best, and I have no intention of giving you up. You'll be on your knees between these thighs for a long, long time to come." "Yes, I know. However, tonight you're going to be on your knees between Susan's thighs, metaphorically speaking. Or literally speaking, if that's what she tells you to do."
"Listen to me, Jason. There are things that I want to teach you that I simply don't have the equipment for, so I'm going to need someone else's help. I've been thinking about the best way to do it, and thankfully you've brought me Susan. I think she will be able to help me with your training. Do what she tells you." "Yes." "Yes." "When she tells you to do something, you consider it as coming directly from me. In fact, from now on, you're going to spend time with her once a week." Cat put her hand over the microphone and looked at Susan. "What's a good day for you?"
Susan was flustered. "Uh...I don't know...Tuesday? I guess?"
Cat spoke into the phone again. "You'll train with her on Tuesdays. When she tells me that you've made enough progress, I'll come over and check. I'll give you tips and pointers, and show you some techniques. When you get good enough, we'll have a competition to see who's better." Cat laughed in response to something he'd said. "I don't know...you've got a lot of natural talent. You're already a better cocksucker than me." "Haha!" "Girl-cock, duh." "We'll let her be the judge." Cat glanced at Susan who was sitting there with her mouth open, stupefied. She winked.
"Okay." "Probably early Saturday." "Yes." "You can have me the whole day as a reward for being a good boy. I'm handing you back to Susan now. Oh, and Jason, remember what I've always told you about spending time with someone: Be here, be now. When you're with her, you focus on her. Don't be thinking about me. You be there, you be then. Here's Susan." Cat handed the phone back.
Susan's hands were trembling slightly and she almost dropped the phone. "So, uh... yeah. Do you remember where I live?" "Yep, that's the place." "Thirty minutes." "See you soon." She looked at the phone, then at Cat, then the phone, then Cat again. "This is so surreal!"
"Go have some fun. Keep me updated on how he's doing. Be a little dominant if you need to get him to do something out of his comfort zone." Cat turned back to the bar and signaled the bartender for the check.
"Hey, do you need a ride? You do seem pretty woosy there."
"Good point. I'll call a cab. You need to get going now, though. Wait."
Susan stopped and turned around. Cat pointed at her chest. "Let him fuck those puppies. I don't think he's ever had the chance, and I, as you can see..." Cat grabbed her own breasts and gave them a couple of quick squeezes. "...am not properly equipped." She grinned.
Susan giggled and gave Cat a quick hug. She jumped up and quickly walked towards the door. Cat stared at that gorgeous ass the whole way out.
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