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“Ugh Jesus, Jesus!!!!!” Katrina felt the tense of Mr. Johnson behind her.

Well, really on top of her. Mr. Johnson loved the surfboard position, Katrina laying on her tummy on the bed, legs together, him on top, just pounding away. Katrina actually felt kind of bad for him, he had told her he had taken Viagra the last two times, and numbing cream every visit since the first one in an attempt to make it last longer. None of it really helped, he was too attracted to the dynamo Katrina had grown into and the lack of a condom was too intense.

In some positions she couldn’t actually feel his deposit, but in this position she could, she could feel the muscles or tendons or whatever it was that lined his manhood vibrate slightly as it expelled his DNA into her. Katrina had gone on the pill, though she had been told it may take a few weeks to truly work, but she was willing to take the risk for the cost. If she ended up needing an abortion the $350 would pale to the thousands she now had at home in her inadequate safe. That reminded Katrina, she needed to get a real safe, not a lock box, and open a safety deposit box.

“Jesus Katrina. You are amazing sweetie. i always knew you were special back in high school.”

Mr. Johnson rolled off of Katrina, spread eagle next to her, his chest heaving. Katrina felt a wet line across her thigh, a sticky line of cum from her just completed money making venture. She hadn’t had the heart to demand so much from Mr. Johnson after the first time, though she still made plenty. $2500 each visit and while she had assumed a follow up visit was in the cards, she hadn’t expected to get a text from Mr. Johnson every day asking her if he could pick her up for a visit again.

It had been 13 days since their first meeting and only one day had they failed to meet up. Katrina had honestly started to enjoy the coitus part of which was the money she was getting but also because it was fun to be desired so much a man lost his sense of value and reality to be with you. Sure, she was walking around daily with a dose of him inside her, but it could be so much worse.

Katrina started to push up off the bed, she had given her body enough time to recover from her activities.

“Wait, wait! I don’t want to make a mess.” Mr. Johnson ran to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. He wiped down Katrina’s legs and bum and then handed her the cloth. She cleaned her private region and even went in a little bit. She wasn’t a huge fan of DNA running down her leg.

Katrina sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her stocking back into place, and snapped to her garter, then slipped on her panties and bra.

“So same time tomorrow? I work till 2;15.” Katrina asked.

‘Uh, well about that. I . . . i kind of spent all the money i have saved and can’t take out any more from my pension until i reach retirement. Would you take IOU’s?”

“Sorry Mr. Johnson, but no. This isn’t charity.” she hated the way that sounded. In two weeks she had gone from a kind loving girl to a straight whore, all about the money. But fact was, money was now what drove her.

Can you give me a lift back to the coffee house?” Katrina asked as she pulled on her top and skirt.

“Sure, just let me use the john real quick.”

Katrina smiled. The john. That is what he was after all right? A john? Isn’t that what a cop would call him? She shook her head, again shocked at how quickly she had discarded her innocence. The ride to her car was uneventful but she could sense the discomfort from Mr. Johnson. He was very anxious, for the first time he didn’t know if he would get to see her again, and it was visually distressing him. Katrina finally was understanding the power an attractive woman held over a man, and why Judy was so open to customers know the lucrative nature of it all.

When Katrina got home she closed her door and opened her little lock box safe. She had bought some tags to bundle the money. She knew she had made a lot but her jaw slung open when she stacked it all. $35000. In cash. Katrina sat on the floor, feeling a tickle as a bit of Mr. Johnson was trying to seep from her. Time for a shower. Katrina locked her box, slid it back to the closet and took a long hot shower and douched before crawling into bed to watch some tv.

The next day was her day off, and Katrina enjoyed going out shopping. She wasn’t foolish but she got what she felt she needed. she stopped at Victoria’s secret, grabbed 5 new get ups for the coffee shop, a pair of heels she had always loved, a Visio lcd hdtv with internet access, and a new apple laptop. She had burned through $3000. She thought about how fast money went. But it was a fun day and she loved that night, surfing the net on her fast computer, watching Netflix on her new tv. She even asked her roommate if she could have a toke of her weed. She finally felt ahead in life, it was a nice feeling.

The next day at work, Katrina couldn’t help but fantasize about her dream car, a BMW. Leather seats, seat warmers, a purring engine, moon roof, and sweet rims. She saw herself getting out of the car wearing a gorgeous white sun dress, slit up the side to her hip, gold stiletto heels and channel sunglasses. It was 10:05 and that meant it would be slow for another 45 to 50 minutes, until the lunch rush of lonely married men wanting a glimpse of a tight figured fresh teen.

But Katrina’s daydream of the BMW was broken. Not by a customer but a bumping against the wall. It continued on and on and she wondered what in the world the soft bumping was and went to the opening for the booth next door where she could hear a bit more noise. Katrina put her eye to the crack in the door and saw Judy, her back against her side wall, bra pulled below her breasts, feet up on a client’s shoulders while he went to town on her. Katrina saw the clients butt was hitting the brewer behind him and it was bumping the wall. Katrina was shocked.





Not because Judy was giving it a go with a customer but that it was in her booth. Her shock doubled when she realized it wasn’t a customer but her boss Jeff. Why the hell was she screwing . . . Katrina admonished herself for being silly. Don’t ask why, assume money or other benefits are involved. God knows what, but Katrina was sure she was getting something for her time. Katrina was just glad she hadn’t been propositioned by Jeff, that would make work a little uncomfortable. She went back to her booth, a few moments later heard a couple of loud groans through the wall and it all went quiet.

Mission accomplished. Katrina made sure her booth door was shut, she didn’t want an unexpected visitor looking for seconds.


Katrina sat starring out her booth body length window. Fuck it, she couldn’t pretend she didn’t love money. Absolutely loved it. She grabbed her cell and dialed up Mr. Johnson.

“Katrina?” the anticipation in his voice was undeniable.


“Yes, it’s me.”


“It’s nice to hear from you . . .”


“Thanks. So look. .. . um. . . . I was wondering. ... Do you know of anyone who might be interested in our kind of arrangement?”


“You want me to find you another man? No offense Katrina, but i don’t really want to share you.” Mr. Johnson said.


“But you want to fuck me, right?”


“Oh god yes, i know i can’t pay you but i will make it so.—“


“whatever . . . let’s not pretend you get a girl like me wet. But if you can find me a valuable. . . uh . . . customer. . . every $10,000 i make i will give you one encounter on the house.” Katrina furrowed her brow saying this. Jesus, she really was a whore.


“Ok, i will call you back soon!” And with that, Mr. Johnson was gone.


Katrina didn’t have to wait long. No more than 15 minutes. She let the first return call go to voicemail, she liked the control she felt over the situation. Mr. Johnson called right back. Katrina giggled to herself, some day she would own his fucking house. She picked up.

“Yes Mr. Johnson?”


“Jimmy. Jimmy is his name. He is my bookie. He is a big guy, he will probably be a fun one for you. Anyway, he has a ton of cash on hand all the time, and boy, you are just his type. Young, pretty, and white. He will play plenty to screw but when i mentioned the possibility of bareback . . . he told me he would go $5000 per visit. What do you think?”

Katrina thought for a moment. The pill should be in effect by now, right?

“Give him my number.” was all she said.



“When can i get my first referral visit?”


“When i have accumulated $10,000. Don’t ask again. I will let you know.” She hung up.



She didn’t get a call from anyone and began to wonder if Mr. Johnson made it up hoping she would give him a freebie on his word. It pissed her off to think he did that. She was in a bad mood that lasted the rest of the day.



The next morning as she was curling her hair she noticed she thought she looked different. Her face seemed a little fuller, a little more womanly, less baby fat and more bone structure. Her Irish genes were coming out in her freckles and fair skin, her large green eyes seemed wiser than before. Her thick burgundy hair, lightly curled looked more womanly than high school. What had really happened? Had the two and a half weeks since she was a virgin caused her body to go into overdrive?


Katrina went to her room where her full length vanity mirror was. She had changed.

She wondered if it truly was her body trying to catch up to her lifestyle, but her bra, formerly form fitting was stretched a bit, her bosom pressing out the top. She looked much hotter that way Katrina thought to herself, but was just stunned that her chest seemed to have grown 3 to 4 inches in just two weeks. But that wasn’t all, her hips had expanded, her lace bottoms were now just digging in a tiny bit into her sides, and again Katrina thought she looked a bit better that way. Her tummy seemed to have lost its softness and looked toned. Standing all day and a lot of coitus must be good for the core, she thought.


Katrina saw how pale she had gotten, not much time in the sun lately. She kind of thought she looked like an Asian with her porcelain skin. She turned to the side to see how her behind looked in this outfit and another thing caught her eye. Her thighs, they were thicker too. Significantly so. She turned back front, and saw the gap between her legs was almost gone, and if she bent one knee her thighs would press together. She knew her mind had morphed since she became the new Katrina, and now her body had come along. She had become more a woman in two weeks than in her previous 18 years.


She pulled on black stockings to and black strap heels and pulled on a t-shirt and shorts to hide her outfit and went to work. After only a few minutes Judy knocked on the door.

“Hey kit.”


“Hi Judy. How are you?”


“Fine. Look, i saw you watching me yesterday through the door. If you are interested in him just give me a few weeks okay? I need to replace some kind of gasket on my car and it costs a fortune, like $6000 because of the specialized model of the car. After that you can have him. He pays great too, almost $500 for a quickie.”


“I’m okay for now, but thank you Judy.” Katrina just snickered to herself. $500? Try $5000 bitch. Oh well, Judy isn’t nearly as hot, Katrina thought.


The day went along as they do, when Katrina got a surprise visit. In a sleek new Mercedes, pimped out to the max a well-built black man with large teeth and gums pulled up to her window. She handed him his coffee and scone and he handed her his card.


“Johnson was right about you. . . yes he was, hm-hm. You are just right, aren’t you?” He said in a very deep and strong voice.


Katrina took a moment to register, she had never thought of the customer being a large black man. The car certainly lent credence to his having disposable income.


“Are you . . . “


“Jimmy, yes baby, that’s me. . . “ he said with a large grin, the hunger visible in his eyes as she gazed over her body.


For as feminine and powerful as Katrina had felt, just looking at jimmy made her feel fragile? He was the size of a football player. His head was bigger than her torso. There was a honk from the car behind jimmy.


He flashed an annoyed look back, then looked back to Katrina with a smile.

“Are you free tomorrow darling?”


He sure was a big guy. But a big guy who would pay through the nose. Not to mention the slight old American taboo of a pale white girl with a black man. What the hell, $5000 was a lot of money.


“Ok. i am done at 3:30.”


“My cell is on my card, text me and i will send my address. i will be waiting for you.” Another toothy grin and Jimmy drove off. Katrina spent the rest of the day contemplating how many visits it would take to get her dream car. Probably 7, and an 8th for the registration and taxes. Another 5 or 6 visits to get another $30,000 and then she would find a way to invest it. Maybe buy her own bikini coffee house. She couldn’t deny her excitement at the prospect of being well off and retired in her mid 20’s. No wonder they taught girls that being a whore was bad, it was just a way to keep them down. Katrina was actually excited when she got off work the following day.


She dressed up in some new goodies for her big day, to be honest jimmy was a very attractive black man, maybe because you could feel the money on him, but either way, she wanted to look nice. She did a fresh manicure of her private area, painted her nails fresh, spent good time on her makeup, and work a corset that was purple with black floral mesh covering, matching panties, dark purple stockings, no garter, and purple strap over, open heels. She thought she looked stunning, and swore her chest had gotten a little bigger again, she felt like she was beginning to resemble Jessica Rabbit from that cartoon.


She texted with jimmy during the day and he gave her a hotel room number at the Hyatt he had rented for them. It was a short drive in Katrina’s crappy little car, the car she couldn’t wait to replace! She got out and enjoyed the stars from business men in the lobby as she went to the elevator. Even with a long jacket hiding her outfit underneath, it was undeniable she was becoming a very desirable woman.


She knocked on the door for room 344. Jimmy answered the door and stood for a moment taking her in. Katrina did the same with her eyes wide. He was huge. At least 6 foot 5, and built . . . powerful. Katrina couldn’t pretend that after Mr. Johnson the thought of getting paid to fuck a guy like this was almost unfairly wonderful.


She sauntered in, still no words exchanged, because none were needed. They knew the game, they knew the score. Jimmy pulled an envelope out of the drawer at the desk and handed it to Katrina. It was plump with 100’s. Katrina smiled, she loved that he paid up front. She slipped the envelope into her jacket pocket and then took it off.


“Oh my. Oh my yes. That’s what jimmy likes.” Jimmy growled staring her up and down.

“Thank you.” Katrina said, blushing.


Jimmy pulled off his turtle neck and Katrina just stared, her mouth open a little. Built with rounded pecks, visible 8 pack, side muscles and v-lines. Katrina felt a tingle in her loins, he was attractive, sculpted, and hot. If he had a nice member, he would be all she could hope for. She was getting paid for this? Couldn’t he just get who he wanted? But she found out why he had to pay. Without bashfulness he pulled down his slacks and boxers in one motion and Katrina let out a squeaky gasp.


What the fuck was that!!?? 9 inches flaccid, god knows how many inches around, it belonged on a horse not a man. Katrina suddenly had reservations.


“Um . . . um . . . . i don’t think . . uh . . that will fit. . . .”


“Sure it will baby, remember a baby can fit through there.”


Katrina gulped hard. She wasn’t sure if she was willing to try.


“Come here baby.”


He took her in his arms and began to roam her body with his hands, kissing her long and deep. He was a good kisser, his hands were so strong, his body, oh god it felt so amazing! Katrina knew she had to try. She fucking wanted him. She wanted the money too, but she wanted him. She wanted that massive black cock teasing her, stretching her.


Jimmy lightly pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed. He stroked his member and it hardened, thank god he was a shower and it didn’t get longer or much thicker, just firmer. Katrina reached out and put a hand around it. Craning her head to the side, staring in amazement that her fingers couldn’t even reach all the way around.


Jimmy stroked her hair.


“Just try baby. For 5 grand, i think you can give me a little foreplay”


Katrina gulped hard again. His mushroom cap was pointed right at her face, it looked like a tree trunk. She tried to put it in her mouth, but she wasn’t able to get her mouth open wide enough. She moved her jaw around, trying to stretch and tried to take it in again. Still no go. After a third try, giving it her all she got the tip in but couldn’t open enough to keep her teeth clear.


“Ok baby, you are just a little too small, but i bet your tongue works fine.”


Katrina looked up at him and smiled. That she could do. She began to lick him up and down, side to side, long flat tongue pressed licks up the underside, long pointed tongue rubs from the base to the tip on the sides. She would give it open mouthed French kisses on the tip. Moving it around with her little hand was dumbfounding. It was so strong and thick, it was more like an arm than an organ.


Soon it was shining with her saliva and between licks Katrina saw a large bulb of pre-cum ooze out of the tip. Jesus it looked bigger than her eyeball. She decided to give it a taste but aside from the slimy texture, there was no flavor to it. She continued to treat the organ like an ice cream cone until jimmy pulled back.


“Ok baby, daddy is ready for you. i can’t wait to feel your insides.”


Katrina would have been disgusted by talk like that a few weeks ago, now she only felt the wet spot forming on her panties. She ran her hands over his abdominals again, god her felt amazing to her! She began to lay on her back.


“No baby, you are too little, the best position is from the back.”


“Oh, ok.” Katrina said without argument, she started to turn around when jimmy yanked her up to her feet like a rag doll.


“You don’t need this in the way. . . “ Jimmy growled and pulled the tie on her corset, yanking it free, then pushing down her panties. he held them up to his face and inhaled loudly.


Then he scooped up Katrina and began to devour her chest, sucking, licking, biting, gnawing, and kissing. Worshiping her ever growing breasts like two mounds of ambrosia. His fingers were toying with her slit, and the man was experienced. Katrina began moaning and wailing as the first orgasm came, convulsing her body and making her gush. She smiled and laughed, this, yes this is what it should feel like! This is being done by a man, instead of a pathetic loser like Mr. Johnson.


“Now it feels like you are ready.” Jimmy growled. He guided Katrina onto the bed on all fours and knee walked her back to the edge and lined himself up.


Katrina knew he was huge, but as he pressed up to her lips she again worried, it felt bigger than her entire slit, let alone her opening. Jimmy wrapped his long strong fingers around her waist, his fingertips touching each other over her bellybutton, Jesus he was a big man!


He pushed slowly and Katrina felt his member pushing her vaginal sphincter in and it began to stretch when it couldn’t run any further from him. The tip of him began to push through and she felt her opening stretch. First a satisfying stretch, then a stressing one. Then it began to throb and pain entered the equation.


“Wait, wait! I’m sorry, it’s just not going to fit.”


“Just relax sweetie, it will fit okay.”


“No it won’t i feel like something is going to rip!”


“You just need to relax, we’ll take it slow.”


Jimmy was true to his word and just held firm. It was an agonizing 2 minutes before her body worked to adjust and very suddenly her opening widened enough to slip past his ridge. Katrina started panting as some of the pain subsided. His massive cap was bigger than the top of his shaft and she got some momentary relief. She was already a bit sore, but she believed the hard part was over, and was fairly proud of herself.


. Jimmy gave her another minute to recover before he started to shove slowly again. Katrina’s mouth opening in a wide grimace and her eyes opened wide and a long squeak eeked out her mouth. Holy Jesus he was huge! As he slowly pushed it in, bit by bit she felt her womb stretched to hold him, his manhood literally touching her everywhere, every inch of her inner sanctuary was rubbed, how did he walk around with that thing? She wondered.


As he went past the halfway point Katrina felt her rectum being pressed together and felt a bit of waste moving back up from the pinched pathway. On he went, inch by excruciating inch, at the three quarters point Katrina go nauseous as his member began to shove her stomach and intestines out of the way and against the inner bounds of her body.


Further in he went, her well stretched opening to its largest size yet, tingling all over. Finally. Finally! She felt his groin up against her bottom. He was all the way in. Katrina stopped propping herself by her arms and her head fell to the bed, gasping for air from the effort. That and the realization that she hadn’t actually serviced him yet, only made room, the brutal part could still lay ahead.


jimmy was a nice man though, and he let her catch her breath for a few moments and just savored being buried inside a beautiful, young, doe eyed white girl whose waist wasn’t more than double his manhood in size. Her head popped off the bed and eyes popped open when she felt the massive organ begin to withdraw from her, her internal organs falling back into place until he was all the way out but the tip. That would be so much more painful, getting around his ridge and then taking it back in. As he began to push back into her, Katrina noticed her able to take him much easier, but the organ displacement was still not a very pleasant sensation.


“You’re doing great baby. Just great.” Jimmy purred, loving his new toy, drooling over the porcelain freckled skin, so smooth and soft, the line of her back, the plump curve of her bottom, and the sight of her special lips, spread wide and almost white with the blood pulled so thin.


In again he went, slow and sure, working her in. Katrina felt her innards starting to hold position as her body instinctively worked towards copulation, birth control or not. Katrina felt like a pig on a spit, a popsicle on a stick, a cattail on a straw, she felt carved out and mutilated, but couldn’t deny the allure of it. She remembered how Mr. Johnson had praised the wonderful shape, tightness, and grip of her womb and she feared jimmy would ruin that for life with the stretching.


On the next withdrawal, jimmy must have thought she was ready as he came in fast, sending a jolt of pain to rocket through Katrina and bring a yelp from her.


“Don’t! That hu-hurts!!!” She squealed as he unceremoniously did another fast pump. She reached back to slow him, and he slapped her hand away.


“i have been gentle long enough. Time to earn your dough sweetie.”


“Annnhhha!’


Katrina reached back again as the last thrust was hard and fast and zinged her really well. Jimmy just grabbed her wrist and gripped her waist with his other hand and began to go to town. Katrina began to cry out repeatedly from the pain, asking and begging for mercy. Jimmy thrust on. Katrina began telling jimmy how amazing he was and telling him she wanted to enjoy him softly. Jimmy thrust on. Jimmy was less fucking the young girl than jacking off with her, yanking Katrina back and forth on his massive member.


Katrina was in amazing pain, coupled with nearly constant orgasms, another hitting her before the previous one could fade. Every inch of her nerve endings in her womb being constantly and consistently engaged by his thunderous meat stick.


Katrina began to go numb between her legs, offering a bit of relief. Soon her arms lost strength and she was laying on the bed, her knees under her stomach, her thighs on her calves and heels, unable to support herself. Jimmy thrust on.


Reduced to nothing but occasional whimpers and gasps, Katrina just waited for the end, not sure how much more her body could take. Her heels were off her feet, attached only by the straps bouncing and jumping with jimmy’s pumps. Finally Katrina felt him withdraw completely, the pain of his ridge pulling free masked by the numbness of her sex organ.


she thought for a moment she was done, until jimmy spun her over by her legs and she say that incredible tree trunk of his, dark as night and hard as steel.


“No more . . .” Katrina croaked out hoarsely.


“Almost done sweetie. It’s home stretch time.”


“Nnnnn-aahhhh!” Katrina had no strength to stop him and he plunged in, the pain renewed as the numbness had subsided with blood flowing back into her nether regions. Again her internal organs were pushed away as jimmy went in to the hilt. Jimmy yanked her up by her wrist and then scooped up her ass, standing up and giving her a standing missionary screw for the ages.

Arms under her thighs, hands gripping her waist and he turned his meat into a pogo stick, bounding in and out of his little nymphet with reckless abandon. Katrine had nothing left to offer, she felt as though his hardness might start poking the back of her throat, reaching so deep into her, deeper than she knew she had. Again and again, the pain was vicious, as were the torrents of orgasms.


Katrina’s head fell to the side, and she saw the mirror on the wall, and held her neck solid enough to watch the sight of them. Her legs bent at the knee over his elbows, her heels dangling and flopping, her breast bouncing, her hair bobbing. Her arms and legs were raggedy Ann dolls, flailing about with his thrusts. She looked at his beastly cock in the mirror, thick and black, shining with her fluids, disappearing into her and then reappearing below. She still couldn’t believe it was going inside of her, her pelvis again too numb to feel the sensation. She thought how crazy it would be if a friend or family was watching, seeing her being destroyed by that big black mamba.


“Oh damn baby, oh here comes the touch down!!”


Katrina was yanked around and pressed up against the wall.


“Here we go, i can’t believe you were able to take it! Now take it all!!!!”


Jimmy slammed into Katrine, the hardest yet and held firm, buried inside her.


“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!!!!” Jimmy screamed and Katrina felt him explode. That massive member pulsed and throbbed spitting gobs and gobs of fluid into her tiny body.


Katrina thought that was the most of it, but it was just the lubricating and cleaning fluids that had pumped in. Next came the true ejaculation. The force of his eruption was akin to a fire hose. Katrina felt herself lift off of his rod by an inch from the power of the explosion. She had visions of the childhood water toy for the yard, the clown head that would shoot water out the top, pushing his hat up high and spraying water all around. Katrina envisioned herself so full of his goo that it would squirt out her eyes, her nose, her ears, her mouth, even her fingertips. An exploding vessel of cum.


“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah!” jimmy yelled, his outpouring continuing, more semen than her tiny body could hold. Katrina felt the overflow gushing out the sides of her vaginal opening and running down her legs and making a puddle on the floor. He kept squirting and squirting, Katrina going delirious from the insane emotion of it all.


Finally she felt his member stop jolting inside her and knew, finally, lord have mercy, he was done. Jimmy held her to the wall and pulled himself free, making a loud pop.


“Heee-nne-ahh!” Katrina yelped in pain, the volume of fluid creating a suction bond around her opening and the pull free was harder than any other action he had performed. Katrina felt a fair sized ball of goo fall from her and to the floor, knowing her internal cavity must just be white and stick from top to bottom. She wondered if it filled up all the way into her fallopian tubes and even bathed all her life long eggs. There was just so much.


Jimmy let go of her and hell back onto the bed, muttering incoherently. Katrina slid down the way to her bottom, her legs splayed and bent. Her head just teetered around like she was drunk. Staring mindlessly at the bedside table. Her loins throbbed, it felt like a few inches of her womb had been pulled free of her body.


Jimmy sat up, a dazed smirk on his face.


“Damn girl, how amazing are you? Do you know of the 35 women i have convinced to give me a go, no woman has been able to take me long enough for me to finish? Wow am i sticky! Time for a shower, want to join me?”


Katrina looked at him with bloodshot eyes and just shook her head.


“Alright, well good work sweetie. You were worth every penny. If you are game, I’d love to see you again. Hell, you are worth even more. Let me know your price.”


Jimmy leaned down and scooped her up and laid Katrina on the bed. He gave her a quick kiss and went to the shower.


It took a good 5 minutes for Katrina’s opening to stop being so inflamed and finally feel like it had sinched up again. Katrina got to her wobbly feet and grabbed her clothes, putting then in her handbag and just wearing the long coat she brought. She made it to the door and felt a huge glob of jimmy run out of her and down her leg. She wasn’t tightened up again enough yet to hold it. She went to the bathroom counter and grabbed a wad of Kleenex and stuffed it up inside her. It hurt like hell, but she couldn’t have that dribbling down her leg the whole way to the car.


Katrina left the room and hit the elevator button, and rested her head on the wall waiting for the ride, her fingers thumbing the thick envelope in her pocket the entire time.

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