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The story of Catherine Lawrence is in 15 parts and I apologisefor such a long story but it got out of hand. All 15 parts are completedand for those who like to print the story so you can read it in bed, Iwill have all 15 parts posted soon.

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Part 1

Ithink this was the 575 th auditionI had attended since I moved to London three and a half years ago. At leastit felt like it. To say I had been an overwhelming failure in launching myacting career was being kind.

Ihad always wanted to be an actor. Of course, I had used the drama studiesas a way to escape the constant teasing from the boys at school, the jokesand the terrible stunts they used to pull on me.

Thankfully,I was sent to a co-educational school and I thought the pranks and the teasingwould finish but I was wrong. In fact, it became worse. Some of the girlsused to egg the boys on and make cruel comments themselves while offeringme lipstick.

Likea lot of children, I used comedy and humour to try to make friends. I usedto mimic teachers, I could get their voices down perfectly but that soonwore thin and my fellow pupils were soon back at throwing stuff at me, callingme 'Marylyn' which was pretty stupid as I had dark hair but I think you getthe point. Every day there would be a move against me, such as suddenly pickingme and dropping me in the garbage bins. God, I hated that!

Iwas a loner right through to university and I tried out for many roles therebut was rejected for every one I attempted to win.

Therewas one role I thought I had, though. Jeremy was directing and he encouragedme, asked me to work through the lines with him and then he tried to kissme. After that, I decided to pack university in, travel down to London andbecome a real actor.

Therewas no doubt in my mine that I was a capable actor, in fact, in my privatemoments, I daydreamed I had the potential to be a great actor. Unfortunately,directors, producers, casting agencies and theatrical agents all disagreedwith me.

'Youhave excellent skills, my boy,' Martin Handley, the famous theatrical directorsaid one day when he was in an expansive mood after rejecting me once again.'Great skills, of that there is no doubt. Unfortunately,' he said with agesture at my appearance, 'you don't have it ,you don't have a presence.'

Isighed, I had heard it many times before, perhaps not as kindly put as Handleyhad said it but heard it I had, over and over again. I didn't have it ,the indefinable thing that automatically draws the eyes of the audience tothe actor. Some call it charisma;others just call the mysterious ingredient it .Whatever it is, I didn't have it!

Itappeared that no one could see me as leading man material and I also didn'thave enough other qualities to be an outstanding character actor. I usedto stare at my face and wondered why did I have to take after my mother andnot after my father? I had her eyes, cheekbones and hair as well as her build.My father had wished I had taken more after him; he had the height, buildand determination – everything I appeared to lack.

'Christopher,'Martin soothed, 'you have an excellent voice, an extraordinary ear for accents,why not radio plays? You'd be an enormous success.'

Idid one or two radio plays but there weren't enough to keep a person fedand watered in an expensive city like London and, of course, there was thequestion of working in real theatre. I'm not a snob or I don't think I ambut I wanted to work in real theatre, in the West End or, dare I dream, Broadway?

So,I was a sucker and kept coming back for more. I wasn't ready to give up onmy dream just yet. The audition for SilkenMemories was being heldin a small workshop theatre in south London, hidden away from the hustleand bustle and I lined up with the other actors.

SarahWright wrote the play and that guaranteed an instant success but the materialwas excellent as well and really tore at my heart. The strong lead was thefemale, a woman who goes from rags to riches while enduring emotional painalong the way but I was auditioning for the role of Tom, the husband whodeserts her and then faces his own retribution as she blossoms.

LucyRichards waved at me, really just wriggled her fingers as she passed andI nodded. I had given up trying to persuade her to represent me, she wasthe best agent in London but she was very selective.

'Christopher,I'm sorry,' she said after I had bothered her for the tenth time, 'I can'trepresent you, you don't have the qualities.' Lucy was a hard woman and spokefrankly. 'Take a look in the mirror, you will never be a leading man, you'retoo pretty.'

'JudeLaw is pretty,' I said defensively but she just shook his head.

'Judeis masculine and he is a spectacularly handsome male. Chris, you are pretty.Why don't you get Mark to teach you and go on the cabaret circuit? I'll representyou if you want to go into his act but you are really too pretty for a man.'She let the words sink in before she squeezed my arm and said, 'I'm sorry,'before walking away.

Atleast she didn't mention my height. I had been rejected many times becauseI wasn't tall enough. It's a cattle call and we all go through it but I wonderif the directors even care about the feelings of the actors? In my case,I knew they didn't.

Thedirector of Silken Memories wasRichard Hawkins, a director whose work I admired but personally could notstand. He exhibited all of the bad qualities of a Cambridge graduate andnone of the good.

Hewas talking to Henri Profert, the producer when I sidled onto the stage toread. 'The roles of Tom, David and the others will be easy to fill but Iam concerned we haven't got our Simone.'

'Wewill find her,' Henri soothed. 'It is a difficult role. Ah,' he said witha smile, 'here's Sarah at last.' Sarah Wright stepped onto the stage andsat on the vacant chair next to Richard.

'Simonehas to be perfect,' was all she said before rifling through the script. SarahWright was such a famous playwright; everyone knew she had the power of vetoon any actor selection.

Icleared my throat and Richard nodded as his assistant whispered in his ear.

'ChristopherRedden,' I announced. 'I'm reading the final scene between Tom and Simone.'They nodded and I began. I was just getting to the crucial part when Richardwaved and said, 'Thank you, next.'

Sarahwatched me as I slowly walked from the stage. A tall handsome man boundedpast me. 'Wade Thompson,' he announced and began to read the same part Ihad just attempted to perform.

'Wait,'Richard called and I turned around. 'You,' he said pointing at me. 'What'syour name?'

'ChristopherRedden,' I murmured, brushing my hair from my eyes.

'Canyou read the Simone part so we can get an idea of how Wade would go, geta real feel for the scene?'

Ialmost told him to get stuffed when Sarah said, 'You seem to understand whatlies behind the words.' Her voice was quiet and she smiled wryly.

'Ok,'I said and waited for Wade to begin.

Itwas a great part and I loved it.

Tom: I don'tthink you understand my difficulties, Simone.

Simone ( sharply ):Don't you Tom? I think I've had enough difficulties of my own, I think I'vehad experience! Don't you? Don't you Tom?

Tom: Simone,don't…

Simone ( anguished ):Don't what Tom? Don't embarrass you, or is it you don't want to remind you?Remind you of what you've done, done to me?

'Thankyou,' Richard called. 'That was excellent, Wade. Are you still representedby the formidable Lucy Richards?'

Wadenodded with a big grin and I walked slowly off the stage, feeling sick.

'MrRedden, wait.' I turned around hopefully but saw it was Sarah Wright walkingquickly across the stage. Richard was deep in conversation with Henri andWade was talking to Lucy.

'Yes?'I waited politely.

'Ijust wanted to tell you that you conveyed so much in those lines, you seemto know the play?' She cocked her head and looked me up and down.

'It'sbrilliant,' I said simply. 'I think the play is your best and the part ofSimone is superb. A real challenge to any actor.'

'Thankyou but that is also the problem for us. I'm afraid I'm insisting on an unknown,I want Simone to really speak and not be subdued because of the fame of theperformer.'

'Iunderstand completely. Good luck.' I began to turn away but her next wordsheld me.

'Thisplay is important to me,' Sarah said. 'Really important and luck is whatwe need, I think.' She laughed a little harshly. 'I think we have just fiveweeks to find Simone. Otherwise they,' she said with a jerk of her head backat Richard and Henri, 'will insist on Emma Thompson or someone. I've nothingagainst Emma but she's not Simone.'

'No,'I agreed

'But you werein just those few lines. Thank you, Mr Redden, you've given me hope thatSimone is out there somewhere, we just have to find her.'

Iwalked out and bumped into Wade and Lucy in the lane where they were waitingfor their taxi. 'Chris,' Lucy said with a smile. 'Thanks for helping outin there, Wade got the part.'

Hegot the role on ten words ?With a sick feeling in my stomach, I realised he got it solely on the wayhe looked. Granted, he was tall and handsome but I didn't think he couldact that well. To be fair, I hadn't seen much but it had been enough forHawkins to pick him.

'Congratulations,Wade,' I said woodenly, trying to push past.

'Thanks,old man,' he said, slapping me on the back and I half fell to the ground.

Lucyhelped me to my feet as Wade walked to the end of the lane to search forthe taxi. 'You were great,' Lucy said as she helped me up. 'How do you getso much feeling, so much emotion in those few words?'

'I'man actor,' I said stiffly.

Sheadjusted my coat. 'Have you thought about sprucing yourself up a bit, gettinga haircut or something?'

'I'mtrying to get rid of my prettiness!'

'Youstill mad at that? I'm sorry but it's the truth. Sometimes I think you'dmake a better girl then half the female actors around.'

'Thanksa lot,' I said grumpily, walking off.

'Youjust look scruffy, Chris,' she called after me. 'Get a haircut and stop withthe beard thing! Three wispy hairs on your chin don't make a beard!'

'Getstuffed!' I muttered walking towards the tube station.

Iwandered the streets, my head reeling with the injustice of it all. It wasso unfair, so fucking unfair!

That'swhat I told Mark after another wine. We were in his flat and he had listenedpatiently to me for over an hour. Mark was, I guess my best friend, if notmy only friend which is telling as we weren't that close. We attended a methodacting class together for a while until he proclaimed itwas boring crap, darling, andleft.

Ibumped into him one afternoon and we had a coffee. I found out that Markwas a female impersonator in one of those posh shows that toured the WestEnd and other places. He had even been to Las Vegas and New York and wasrepresented by Lucy Richards so he must be making squillions!

'Whatabout real acting?' I asked self-righteously and his eyes narrowed.

'Whosaid this isn't real? Let me tell you, my dear,' he said with a smile, 'thepay check is very real, very real indeed.' I could see that was the truthby the opulence of his his flat.

'It'sfucking unfair,' I moaned again.

'ForGod's sake, dear,' Mark said with rolling eyes, 'will you leave it alone?'He poured himself another glass of champagne. 'It's not meant to be.'

'Mark,'I said miserably, tipping the empty bottle into my glass for the last remainingdrops of wine. 'What am I going to do?'

'Giveup the acting rubbish, dear, and join me,' he said sipping his champagneagain.

'You?'I was flustered. 'As a female imp…'

'Exactly.'He winked dramatically. 'You'd be positively gorgeous with those eyes andcheekbones. You'd knock them dead.'

'Lucytold me to work with you but…'

'Butnothing my boy.' He pulled me to my feet and to the mirror. 'Look at youreyes, I'm so jealous.' He pulled my hair away from my face. 'You'd be beautiful.'

Irritably,I pulled away. 'I'm tired of people saying I'm pretty.'

'You'dbe a beautiful woman, Chrissie,' he said with a smile, calmly sipping hischampagne.

'Stopcalling me Chrissie. Pity I'm not a woman,' I said as I sunk into the sofa.'I'd get the part of Simone if I was, I just know it.'

'Sobe a woman,' Mark said with an airy wave.

'What?'I looked up and I think we both thought the same thing at the exact sametime. 'You mean go to the audition as a woman? Do the Tootsie thing?'

'Ithink you'd look a little better than Dustin Hoffman, Chrissie,' Mark saidwith a wink. 'I don't think he's got your legs.'

'Bea woman?'

'Whynot? I do it two shows a night, five nights a week.'

'But…'

'Butwhat? I could teach you a few things, help you. Anything,' he said with aroll of his eyes, 'to stop you constantly whining about how unfair everythingis. God, I thought I was the drama queen!'

Ithought about it, really thought about it and then dismissed it. 'I'd lookridiculous.'

'Idon't think so.'

'It'dbe obvious that I was a man.'

'Ohfor heavens sake! Why don't we see?' His eyes were twinkling and he pouredmore champagne.

'Youmean?'

'Whynot, I have all the gear. It'll be fun. And it'll stop you wallowing. Areyou game?'

Ithought for a moment and then shrugged. 'Ok, let's try it.'

Lookingback, I could see we didn't put much effort into it or so I thought. Markmade me up, crammed a wig on my head and I stared miserably at the mirror.

'No,'Mark said slowly, lips pursed for a moment as he thought. 'It's not there.I'm afraid I'm useless at doing some one else's face and I only do make upfor the stage. I know,' he said pointing at me, 'we need a stylist!'

'Mark,'I said weakly, taking the blonde Marylyn Monroe wig off and throwing it ontothe dressing table, 'this is not going to work.'

'Hush!We're not giving up after one setback!'

"We?' Whendid it become we , I thought, whendid I lose control ?

'Youknow Belinda Morrison, don't you?'

'Belinda?Yes, of course I know of her, I met her once.' She'd been the stylist toseveral big names and then she wanted to begin her own business. They actorsshe had worked with for so long had promised to follow her but, of coursethey didn't. Last I heard, she had a beauty school at Notting Hill and wasa little bitter about actors.

'She'sa good friend of mine.' Mark picked the phone up, thumbed through his bigaddress book and punched in a number. Mark was a big man, over six foot whichgave his act an extra element of comedy as he was obviously a man but performingso well as a woman. The exaggerated winks, pouts and wriggles always broughtpeals of laughter from the audience.

'Belinda?How are you darling, it's Mark?' He listened for a moment and then turnedto me. 'Go into the bathroom and get rid of that face,' he said with a smileand I took the hint.

WhenI came back, he was waiting with his coat on, a bag over his shoulder anda grin over his face. 'It's off to Notting Hill. A horse, a horse a dildofor a horse,' he chanted, bustling out the door. He paused at the doorway.'Well, are you coming?'

'ButMark…'

'Forgoodness sake, have a big of dare in you, please! It's a bit of fun, that'sall.'

Webundled out of the taxi at Notting Hill and Mark led the way into the buildingwhere Belinda's school was. It occurred to me he seemed to have this arrangedthis all so quickly but that was typical of Mark. He had spontaneously decidedto get a tattoo after seeing a lead singer of a boy band with one. Nothingwrong with that except he flew to New York to get it from the same tattooistthat the singer had used.

Markand Belinda kissed and then Belinda stepped back, staring at me, eyes runningover me. 'It's Christopher, isn't it? I think we've met before?' She wasreally examining me and I felt as if I was under some sort of professionalscrutiny.

Mostwomen never remembered me but I remembered her. Belinda was tall and thin,hair dark and cut short with at least three hoop ear rings in each ear lobe.

'Yes,that's right.'

'So,you want to fool Richard Hawkins? And that little prick Henri Profert?'

Ilooked at Mark who winked. 'I guess so,' I said weakly.

'Youguess?' Belinda asked sharply.

'I'msure, I want to win the audition.'

Shenodded, all business like. 'Ok, this will take a while,' she said, lookingat us both. 'We have to be serious here to see if it'll work.'

'Wehave all night, o dark one,' Mark said with an exaggerated bow and a smile.

Belindarolled her eyes, muttered something about queens and focussed back on me.'Last chance Chris, are you committed to this or has our camp friend persuadedyou against your better nature?'

Ithought back at all the rejections I had endured, the times I had been dismissedwithout even a word, just a wave and those dreaded words, Thankyou. Next !

Iwanted to do something different, my life was grey and horrible. The onlyfriend I had was Mark, I had no girlfriends, my parents were dead and I hadno other living relatives. With a blinding stab of reality, I knew I waslonely and miserable, a failure.

'Hehasn't persuaded me,' I said softly and Mark looked at me quietly with asmall smile and a nod. 'I want to do this.'

'Really?It won't be easy, you know,' she added warningly.

'Let'sdo it,' I said, more bravely than I felt.

Belindaled us in and I had a shower and then under her and Mark's instructions Iremoved all my body hair. I was initially embarrassed by Belinda's presencebut she brusquely dismissed it. 'Forget it, Chris,' she said, 'try to thinklike a girl,' Belinda said with a wink and Mark giggled.

'Godknows I do,' Mark said with an exaggerated pout.

Belindadisappeared to make some coffee so she said while Mark introduced me to thegaff. "This keeps Mr Happy well and truly hidden,' he explained as I blushinglyput it on. I couldn't live without it,' he said dramatically and I suppresseda giggle.

Thencame the corset. It was excruciating but Belinda and Mark showed no mercy.I could hardly breathe as I sat in the chair so Belinda could shampoo, cutand style my hair. 'I'm using hair extensions so we can get them out laterif this doesn't work,' she muttered, working away.

Timemerged into an endless void, I just flowed along, getting up when she said,moving to a new position and just being a piece of plasticine for her tomould. I was so numb I didn't blink an eye at the two large blobs of skincoloured plastic she thrust into the bra cups of the corset. Blankly I stareddown as she arranged the breasts, mybreasts! 'If this works,we'll get the ones that glue.' She glanced at Mark. 'Didn't you have anysmaller?'

Heshrugged. 'I'm a big boy, dear and now she's a big girl.' He winked at butI continued to sit in a daze, waiting for what she was going to do next.

Markdrank champagne, he forced a glass on both Belinda and I and he twirled aroundand around to music while Belinda patiently worked.

Sheworked on my hair, my eyebrows and my make up including eyelashes. Finally,I slipped into the black dress Mark had magically produced from his bag alongwith the pair of shoes that, also magically, fit me. I had struggled to putpantyhose on but had avoided ladders and I stood in the centre of the roomas Belinda teased my hair out of the rollers and fixed it. Clip on earrings,a necklace and perfume.

Markstopped dancing around and stood stock still, staring as Belinda steppedback.

Istood there nervously, tasting the lipstick on my lips, breathing in shallowbreaths because of the stupid corset and waited. They were both open mouthedand staring and glumly, I knew I must look stupid.

'Atleast,' I said, blinking, 'I tried.' Whatnow , I wondered, whatdo I do now that this was a failure? Ithen realised just how much I had hoped this would work.

'Didyou see that?' Belinda asked Mark softly and he just nodded.

Belindawalked slowly around me, hand to her chin as she studied me. 'It was a rushjob, there's so much more to do but…shit!' It was said softly andI turned to her, puzzled.

'Iknow,' Mark breathed. 'It's amazing. I mean, I always suspected but to seeit. That's why I planned this, got the shoes…' He suddenly lookedat me.

'Whatare you two going on about?'

'Canyou try a girls voice?' Belinda asked.

Idid have a good ear for accents and I closed my eyes as I remembered. Afterclearing my throat, eyes still closed, I softened my voice and made it higher,speaking from the throat and not the chest. 'How does this sound?' I askedand then opened my eyes. They were staring again. 'Do I sound acceptable?'I asked shyly.

Belindacleared her throat. 'Yes,' she said strangely, glancing at Mark, 'perfectlyacceptable.'

Isaw the looks and stood with my hands on my hips. 'Will you two tell me whatis going on, please?' Their eyes bulged and then Mark smirked while Belindastifled a giggle.

'Oh,'Mark screamed, 'she's a natural.'

Belindaand Mark each took one of my arms and steered me to the mirror where I couldsee. 'Oh my god!' I exclaimed and the gorgeous woman in the mirror look shockedas well. She was beautiful. Dark hair to the shoulders, big wide violet eyesthat beguiled, high elegant cheekbones and full red lips. I couldn't helpmyself, I smiled and the woman in the mirror smiled back, eyes twinkling.

Istepped back and inspected myself, the figure was curvy, compliments of thepadding, the largish fake breasts and the corset.

'That'sme,' I said in wonder, turning and inspecting myself. 'Is it really me?'I kept the female voice as it seemed appropriate somehow.

'Yes,'Belinda said gruffly. 'It's you.' She shook her head. 'I don't believe it,but it's you.'

'CouldI get away with it?' We all knew what I meant. Could I get away with appearingat the audition, could I persuade them I was a woman? Suddenly, it all seemedpossible to me.

Markshook his head. 'No,' he said quietly.

'What?"

'No,dear,' he said, resting his hand on my shoulder. 'It takes more than dressups.'

'Oh,'I said, head bowed, blinking.

'Stopthat,' Belinda said grumpily.

'What?'

'Youknow dam well. The pouting, sad face thing.'

'Now,Belinda,' Mark said gently. 'She's a natural, that's all. She doesn't know.'

'You'venever done this before?' Belinda asked me suspiciously and I shook my head.

'No,never.'

'Never?'She looked at Mark.

'Never,dear, I've tried to talk her into it many times but she wouldn't listen.You can see she's a natural.'

Belindastudied me. 'She could pass, it would take a little work but she could. Howlong do we have?'

'Ithink Chris said Sarah believed she had five weeks to find some one?' Marklooked at me and I nodded, still staring at myself in the mirror.

'Fiveweeks, that will have to do then.'

'Ifthat,' Mark said, 'time is getting away'.

'They'llfind someone by then,' I said miserably.

'Notif Lucy Richards calls them and tells them she has an outstanding personwho is out of the country and will be back in four weeks.' Mark said it withglee and I looked at him, shocked.

'WouldLucy do that?'

Markwinked. 'Leave it to me.'

'Doyou want to do it, Chris?' Belinda asked quietly. 'Give everything up forfour weeks?'

'Givewhat up?' Mark said cattily as he sipped champagne. 'Eating junk food, readingscripts and getting rejected at auditions?'

'Idon't know,' I said quietly.

Marksuddenly became serious and squatted down so he could look me directly inthe eyes. 'Look, Chris,' he said with real affection, 'look in the mirror,that's you. You have a chance here to do everything you've ever wanted, towalk a West End stage, to read the reviews to experience it all. It's whatyou wanted, isn't it?'

"Yes,'I whispered and the woman in the mirror also whispered yes.

'Youonly have to do it once, just once and then you can let the world, all thosearseholes know that you not only acted brilliantly as Simone you acted asa woman acting Simone.'

Myeyes bulged at that and the woman in the mirror looked pretty excited. 'Youthink?'

'Chris,'Mark said softly, turning my face away from the mirror. 'I know what I am.I dress up in frocks and mime DancingQueen and I love it. Butit's obvious I'm not a woman, that's my whole act but you, can't you seehow stunning you are? I mean, dear Kylie Minogue would be jealous! Seriously,you have a god given talent to act and now,' he said turning my face to themirror, 'you also have it !'

'Whatdo you think, Belinda?' I asked slowly. 'Tell me the truth.'

Sheran her fingers through her hair. 'The scary thing, Chris, is that with alittle bit of work and practise, you'd be much better. I know you find thathard to believe but fingernails, piercing, plucked eyebrows, waxing and electrolysis,you'd be bloody gorgeous.'

'But,'I said shakily, 'would I be real?'

'Youwouldn't be a drag queen, Chrissie,' Mark said quietly, 'you'd be a woman.It could be your greatest performance.'

'Ok,'I said softly.

'What?'Belinda and Mark asked in unison.

'I'lldo it. It could be fun,' I said with a weak smile as Belinda kissed my cheek.

'Now,'Belinda said, all business. 'You have to stay here, we will work every day.'

'Stayhere?'

'Ilive upstairs and there's a spare bedroom. You'll live as a woman for theentire time so you're used to it. We'll need money for clothes and things.'

Ihung my head. 'I'm broke.'

'I'llcover you,' Mark said. 'It's just a loan, my dear.'

'You'ddo that?'

'We'refriends aren't we? Of course I'll do it, Chrissie dear. I can say I'm a friendof,' he paused. 'What name are you going to use, I'll have to tell Lucy aname?'

'Idon't know.'

'Icould come up with one.'

'Idon't think Marylyn Mansfield is quite what we're looking for,' Belinda saiddryly.

'Letme think about it,' I said quietly staring at my reflection. I had quitea lot to think about.

End of Catherine Lawrence Part 1 by Carmenica Diaz

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Catherine was a guest lecturer at a small, southern, community college. She had been in town for just under three weeks. Her lecture on that fateful day had lasted a little longer than usual. On top of that, her students had asked many more questions than they normally would have. By the time she left the classroom it was getting late. She hoped she hadn’t missed her ride. To add insult to injury, Catherine’s friend, Sandy, who usually picked her up, had failed to arrive that evening. It was...

Catherine and Alexander

Catherine and Alexander by: Bruce Leach Although the children never knew it times had been rough in the castle. Their father, the Duke of Beaufort, had in recent days made a number of unfortunate alliances that put not only his fortune but his entire properties and even his own life in jeopardy. In these days after the king's death the wrong friends could mean accusations of treachery and the Duke had made all the wrong friends. Things looked bleak until he had an...

Catherine Kidnapped

Catherine was terrified. She’d been on her regular morning run when a city maintenance van blocked part of the street and most of the running path ahead of her. Catherine swung to the right, intending to run past. Too late, she saw the open door on the side of the van and the two men in stocking masks. One of them jumped in front of her and pinned her arms while the second man slapped a cloth over her face. Within seconds, she was unconscious. Now, Catherine was in a chair with her eyes...

catherine

catherine&rick by samandrewsCatherine could hear the shower running just as she threw on her robe. It was 8:25. Bob must have slept in as he was usually out of the house by 8:00. She quickly remembered that Bob and his buddy Rick had been out last night for a few beers at the game and she had been asleep when he came home so it must have been late. She could hear movements in the shower and as she did she got a naughty gleam in her eye. She went over to her lingerie chest and picked out a...

Catherine Michael

Catherine was a guest lecturer at a small, southern, community college. She had been in town for just under three weeks. Her lecture that day had lasted a little longer than usual. Then, the students had many more questions than they normally did. Now, it, was getting late. She hoped she hadn’t missed her ride. To add insult to injury, Catherine’s friend, Sandy, who usually picked her up, had failed to arrive that evening. It was Sandy who had arranged for the guest lecturing position at the...

catherine

catherine&rick by samandrews Catherine could hear the shower running just as she threw on her robe. It was 8:25. Bob must have slept in as he was usually out of the house by 8:00. She quickly remembered that Bob and his buddy Rick had been out last night for a few beers at the game and she had been asl**p when he came home so it must have been late. She could hear movements in the shower and as she did she got a naughty gleam in her eye. She went over to her lingerie chest and picked out a...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 23

Victoria Preston Aware her ‘work schedule’ meant his Aunt Vicky had a free day, although by now quite used to her nephew Dan coming and going as he wished, Victoria Preston was none the less surprised and alarmed to see to see her nephew Dan confidently striding into her bedroom the morning after his Mother had ‘entertained’ Annie Day. In fact fresh from being on the receiving end of a great blow job from his Mother Catherine, Dan was carrying out the request of Annie Day that he check up...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 5

Slowly opening her tired eyes In the darkness of her lounge when surfacing from a deep sleep, the first thing Victoria Preston became aware of was the dreadful pounding behind her eyes accompanying the worst headache she could recall in years. After managing to reach out and switch in the table lamp side the sofa and then Looking at her watch Vicky was amazed to see the time was 2am. “Oh my god ... I feel like shit ... what’s happened?” she asked herself when after realising she wasn’t...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 30

Apologies to regular readers for the delay. ... Although quite naturally missing her young baby child Peter, Catherine Dixon was at least content in the knowledge her son was by now in the strong caring hands of the otherwise fearsome Olga up at the Manor House of Peter Harris, the grandfather of her youngest son and now apparently half a world away, after having left the running of his ‘Business’ in the hands of his teenage son David Harris, along with Sean Brady. Sean Brady, whom...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 14

Breakfast time at the Dixon household the following morning was a quiet affair, where Mother, daughter and Son all appeared to be lost in thought. As indeed they were, and although shortly having to leave for what his Mother assumed to be his day at College, Dan was unable to resist furtive glances at both His Mother and Sister Caroline, both of whom he’d witnessed first hand in the ‘Bookshop’ the previous day. Although Sean hadnt allowed him to observe what Dan assumed to be His sister’s...

Catherines Black Submission

Catherine's Black Submission byblackandwhitewriter©Roy drove his huge cock deep into Catherine's sopping wet cunt, her moans filling the air. They'd been at it for almost an hour and she'd had four intense orgasms. Once again, her breathing picked up, longer and faster, as she neared yet another climax. Sure enough, with a few more of Roy's powerful strokes, Catherine exploded for a fifth time, her screams signaling complete satisfaction...and near exhaustion.Roy was a handsome black man and...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 10

For the first time since her divorce Victoria Preston was wishing she still had a husband, or live in lover. Having Just days ago been subjected to the most sexual abuse that she would have believed possible and at the hands of a total stranger at that, a stranger complete with a horrific leather mask, who had beaten and sexually humiliated her, in full view that awful woman Joan and of course her nemesis Sean Brady. Now just an hour ago Sean had simply walked into her home and doing so with...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 26

“We’ll that was fun the other night Caroline, your mother sure is one hell of a fuck, hey what do you think, you reckon we’ve done the job on the bitch, I reckon the kid will be mine not my brother’s, not that it matters when we only want to milk your mums tits” With Caroline Dixon kneeling naked upon her Masters office desk performing her duties as a living naked ‘centrepiece’ upon his desk, as was so often the case during his business meetings, Peter Harris had left the office with his...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 29

Carrying a tray laden with Coffee and breakfast things up to her bedroom, wearing nothing other than a leather collar and leash, wasn’t an experience Annie Day had previously participated in at 9 in the morning and certainly not at the same time on the dot every morning, in fact until a few months ago such an exercise was something Annie would never have dreamed of. Certainly not before having her home and her very existence taken over by Olga, the burly East European dominant Lesbian. In...

Catherine Part one1

It had all started with the unusually cold night that in the tiled bathroom had felt a lot colder that it had made her nipples slightly more sensitive when she had begun removing her clothes, stepping into the hot bath, she had felt quite relaxed, and secured. Going back to what her friend had taught her do you, you slide a finger inside, find the clit, and focus on it. She had spent quite some time with her finger in her vagina before she finally found it, giving an usual amount of pleasure...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 11

Although seemingly each of them were deep in thought, in reality Catherine Dixon and her son Dan were if fact just too embarrassed to speak during the journey home from the party, in fact the trip had been completed in strained silence, until once indoors Mother and son retired to their respective bedrooms. There each to ponder upon that evenings momentous events. Soothing her beaten and battered body in a hot bath, Catherine’s emotions were in turmoil, for although there could have been no...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 20

Caroline Dixon: If Caroline Dixon had won her own battle with her Mother for the attention and affections of their ‘owner’ Peter Harris when at his large country Manor House, the situation in the Dixon Household when Caroline paid a rare visit could be described as being a no contest between Mother and Daughter. For thanks to Dan’s edict that his Mother adopt a minuscule dress dress code about the house when he arrived home and when serving his meals, Catherine Dixon was wearing no more...

Catherine and Michael

Catherine was a guest lecturer at a small, southern, community college. She had been in town for just under three weeks. Her lecture on that fateful day had lasted a little longer than usual. On top of that, her students had asked many more questions than they normally would have asked. This pleased Catherine because it indicated they were paying attention. However, by the time she left the classroom it was getting late. She hoped she hadn't missed her ride. To add insult to injury,...

Catherine Makes a Change

Catherine Makes A Change By Petricia She stood in the doorway and gazed at it as she had done countless times before. Gleaming stainless steel, black lacquer, soft black leather, chrome buckles. It was beautiful, a work of art. It was hideous, evil, cold- a thing to be feared and reviled. It dominated the room, as it dominated her thoughts, and holding the promise of something so sinister it made her quiver to think about it. The device was Catherine’s own creation, a product of her...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 7

The Countless reply texts to whoever had sent her the first dreadful text message instructing Victoria Preston to check her emails, resulted in not one single reply, or text of any kind from that ‘unknown number’ Likewise Vicky’s every attempt at sending a reply email to the perverted scumbags behind the horrified nerve jangling 45 minute long video film they’d somehow compiled of Vicky’s horrific sexual debasement at the hands and bodies of unknown abusers had been returned as being sent to...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 25

“And just where the fuck have you been?” In fact Trevor knew full well where his girlfriend Claire Taylor had been all afternoon, but he wasn’t about to allow himself to look a mug again, having already been made to look a fool when left outside the house of Annie Day by Kevin Smith, who’d then disappeared to who knows where along with with Claire’s mother Karen. “Why are you shouting at me Trevor, I’m not your property and I don’t have to tell you where I am every minute of the day!”...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 15

Comfortably reclining in the large antique leather chair behind his huge antique oak desk, the imposing figure of Peter Harris gazed with huge satisfaction and no little pride at the two almost identical women, both with hands were clasped together behind their Blonde heads. Peter’s huge desk, upon which on its two far corners, Catherine Dixon and her daughter Caroline, each adorned with large identical nipple rings, gazed down toward the surface of the huge desk, each wearing only a...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 18

Finally having the house to herself after the departure of her son Dan and the young girl Sharon, Catherine Dixon was at long last able to take a long hot soak in her bath, but more importantly a private bath and to reflect upon her feelings, not only of how she’d yet again been sexually used and abused by both her son and his strange new girlfriend, but of how Dan had taken another giant step toward sexually owning his own Mother. For where he’d previously been satisfied sexually...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 12

Having completed an all too rare shopping expedition with her daughter Caroline, and now concluding lunch with coffee, Catherine Dixon was now having to fend of some increasingly difficult questions from her daughter. Certainly Catherine had been delighted to hear her daughter praising her new hairstyle and that with a new sparkle in her eyes and a far more glamorous manner of dressing, her Mother looked ‘more attractive than ever’ these days. “It’s almost as if you’ve taken a lover Mum”...

Catherine Bell Going Further Than Planned

Catherine Bell and her male co-star, Larry, were acting in a made-for-TV film that was going to include a sexual interlude between the two of them. This was several years ago before Catherine became famous with her work on JAG. The script contained quite a bit of very provocative sexual acting and one scene that transcended anything that Catherine ever did before or since in her career in front of the camera. The actual scene came about 2/3 of the way through the film when Catherine and Larry...

Catherine and her Daddy repost so it can be read

Introduction: Not sure where all of the symbols and random characters came from, but this should fix it. Chapter 1: Beginnings OOHHH, YES!! YES, FUCK ME LOVER! Catharine screamed as her lover?s cock slammed in and out of her body. She was a young woman, having just turned eighteen, with raven black shoulder length hair that contrasted with her pale skin to give a seeming unearthly beauty, long shapely legs connected to a firm toned heart shaped ass, her breasts were small, but pert and well...

Catherine and her Daddy repost so it can be read

"OOHHH, YES!! YES, FUCK ME LOVER!" Catharine screamed as her lover?s cock slammed in and out of her body. She was a young woman, having just turned eighteen; with raven black shoulder length hair that contrasted with her pale skin to give a seeming unearthly beauty; long shapely legs connected to a firm toned heart shaped ass; her breast's were small, but pert and well suited for her petite frame of 5'6", one-hundred-ten pounds. "Mmm, yes I'm gonna cum baby", she whispered...

Catherine and her Daddy

  "OOHHH, YES!! YES, FUCK ME LOVER!" Catharine screamed as her lover’s cock slammed in and out of her body.   She was a young woman, having just turned eighteen; with raven black shoulder length hair that contrasted with her pale skin to give a seeming unearthly beauty; long shapely legs connected to a firm toned heart shaped ass; her breast's were small, but pert and well suited for her petite frame of 5'6", one-hundred-ten pounds.   "Mmm, yes I'm gonna cum baby", she...

Catherine Pays A Visit

The affair between Julie Jenkinson and her now eighteen-year-old son Christopher was not abating and they were having sex,on average, three times a day.Julie had purchased a cane as one of Christopher's eighteenth birthday presents and he now felt that across his arse more frequently than his mothers hairbrush with him usually wearing female clothing when the beatings were administered although they had long ceased to be punishments as both parties got pleasure from them.For a change Julie was...

Catherine and Callie 3

When Catherine arrived, I met her at the door and gave her a huge hug. Callie came bouncing down the stairs and joined us in a group hug. After we were finished, I carried Catherine's bags up to her bedroom and helped her unpack. "So have you two been good?" Catherine asked. "No, Mom, I'm afraid that we've been very bad" was Callie's response. "Excellent!" said Catherine. "I was hoping you'd say that." "Mom, I wanted to say thanks for allowing me to fuck Bob this weekend. He's been the subject...

Catherine and the spells Part 1

Beware the night before the dawnBeware the dark when light is goneFor there's a phantom lust awakePowerwolf,Demons are a girl's best friendThe word best suited to describe Catherine's sex life, the one that immediately came to her mind when she thought of the delights of passionate love, this word was an adjective and this adjective was, quite simply and to her great displeasure: catastrophic. After a long series of shabby plans in which the deflated, pathetic runts unable to make her come,...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 24

Being led by the hand through the house of a previously complete stranger would have been a novel enough experience for Claire Taylor, although being led by the hand when wearing no more than a skimpy set of green and black satin lingerie while her breasts and nipples were jiggling around over the quarter cup bra was another matter altogether. Especially when the person clutching Claire’s hand was a tall mature grey haired stranger she only met an hour ago. This surely was an out of this...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 13

At his huge desk, Sean Brady studied the lithe buxom and clearly nervous figure in the chair opposite and smiled at the gorgeous vision before him. Wearing a summer blouse and lightweight Blue skirt, Caroline Dixon really looked the proverbial million dollars’. Sean had been delighted when her brother Dan had told him his sister Caroline wanted to see him again, to confront Sean about any possible Involvement he had with his Mother, then even more so, when Caroline had Called him to...

Catherine Moves Back In

Catherine Jenkinson was just short of her twentieth birthday and it was now almost two months since she had paid her surprise visit to her mother Julie and eighteen-year-old brother Christopher.As it turned out it was Catherine that got most of the surprises because, on her arrival, she found her mother in the process of spanking her brother with a hairbrush but not only that, Christopher was wearing female clothing.She was to discover that not only were both the spanking and the wearing of...

Catherine Bell PostBaby Desires

Catherine Bell, better known in the last eight years as Lt. Col. Sarah McKenzie, USMC (or "Mac") knew there was more than one reason she was cast for her role in the TV series, JAG. One reason was her demonstrated acting ability. That was definitely true because Catherine is an astounding and very convincing actress. But, there were some other obvious reasons -- Catherine's beauty and her shapely figure. Anyone that doesn't know that sex appeal is a huge characteristic desired in TV shows...

Catherine the Great

Not that I want to claim to be historically accurate (and who can, considering it is only rumor), but the speculation that she was 'good' to her horses gets my imagination stirring! So, maybe it happened like this... Our not yet horsebred Russkie is not allowed loose comingling, both for bloodlines and for security, but she is eighteen, devoid of her 'flower' thanks to a (helpful?) servant, and becoming addicted to dick! The servant didn't realize she'd love it so much but if he...

Catherine

We had been to my cousin's wedding reception and were on our way home when my wife Catherine slid over next to me and put her hand on my leg. I knew what she wanted; hell, she'd been wanting it all night. She had wanted it as we were getting ready to go to the wedding, but I had put her off because we were running late. She had been 'antsy' ever since. Twice during the reception she had tried to maneuver me into an empty room for a quickie, but instead of thinking of her steaming hot pussy...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 17

Entering the inner sanctum of the old second hand bookshop once again a few days later was nervy pleasure Kevin Smith, one he thought he’d never again experience. Yet one single chance meeting had suddenly intervened. That of an tall attractive mature busty blonde running low on fuel and her pulling into a small out of town filling station, manned by Kevin, which had been the catalyst for his hoped for return to the fold, of Sean Brady’s enterprise. That of running an enterprise making...

Catherine Bell Awesome Beauty

Catherine Bell was very frustrated. She loved sex and yet she wasn't regularly getting nearly enough to keep her satisfied and to knock the hot sexy edge off of her horniness. She hated not being able to get fucked whenever she needed to. Catherine found herself getting very horny on the set where she filmed JAG on a daily basis and by the time she got home, she was screaming for an orgasm and her husband was never there to help her get the sexual satisfaction that a normal horny woman like...

Catherine

I looked at her wedding ring and the guy glanced down at it then smiled up over her shoulder, his eyes leveling upon mine and he shook his head, the entire exchange being my question - “are you two married” and his response - “she is but not to me”. His hand swept to the small of her back then, and he bent to her, kissing her passionately and I turned back to the wheel of my newly acquired half cabin cruiser.I had only bought it two weeks before, along with the small taxi business on the lake,...

Catherine Dixons PunishmentChapter 28

An incessant ringing of the doorbell had been non stop and persistent enough to wake and tell the sleepy naked Caroline Dixon the caller was going nowhere until someone had answered and as there was no way she was about to rush around getting dressed, an annoyed Caroline Dixon eventually decided the naked and disheveled handcuffed figure of her Aunt Vicky, who’s head had remained between her legs while both of them had slept, would just have to answer the annoying doorbell, a minor annoyance...

Catherine And MePart I

I know I shouldn't write my hot imagination on the internet as the readers might find out who I am talking about. I just hope that she will never find out. BUT NEVER DO IT IN REAL LIFE, THIS IS JUST MY fantasy Catherine was a senior girl in high school, probably about 18 or so. She stands 5'6" and weights about 128 lbs, she was quite chubby in others' perspective; but I found her kind of attractive in my eyes. Anyway, on the first day back to school from summer holidays, the whole school was...

Catherine

It is, as we all know, normal for a pupil to have a crush on a teacher but far less normal for a teacher to have a crush on a pupil. I think I fell in love with Catherine the first day I saw her. I was taken on as a teacher for two terms at an all girls’ Catholic school, one of those schools that prepare pupils for A levels to get them into University. It was the sort of school where the pupils have to cram lots of facts and reproduce them in the exam and hope for the best. Catherine had failed...

Catherine

It is, as we all know, normal for a pupil to have a crush on a teacher but far less normal for a teacher to have a crush on a pupil. I think I fell in love with Catherine the first day I saw her. I was taken on as a teacher for two terms at an all girls’ Catholic school, one of those schools that prepare pupils for A levels to get them into University. It was the sort of school where the pupils have to cram lots of facts and reproduce them in the exam and hope for the best. Catherine had failed...

Catherine and Callie 2

"Bob, I have a favor to ask of you." Catherine and I had just finished a long and hot fucking session; now both of us were trying to recover our breath. "Anything for you. What is it?" I responded. We had been seeing each other for over a month now, and not only was the sex hot, but I could see this relationship lasting for a long while. "You remember that I have to be out of town for three days next week, right?" "Yes, three days that I'm not sure I can survive" I said with a smile. I said...

Stuck in a lift with Jennifer Lawrence

The excited teen hurried into the hotel lobby and looked around quickly at the lifts. He just managed to hold open the doors of the lift before they closed and breathed a sigh of relief as he pressed the button for floor fifteen. He became aware he wasn't alone, Pete looked around to set eyes on a beautiful woman who was leaning against the side wall of the lift, obscured from site when the doors had opened. He recognised her immediately as Jennifer Lawrence."Hi, going up?""I was going down...

Catherine and kipper

I have been asked about my 1st timeCatherine and I on the 3rd time we made out with each other was a Sunday , her mum and dad had gone visiting for the dayI knocked on her door she opened it wearing her nightie I stepped in she threw her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers Her tongue pushed into my mouth I responded back her breath smelt of toothpaste we stood there for five minutes just caressing and running our hands over each others bodies , I was wet immediatelyShe led me...

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