Cat-Katie-Kitten Ch. 09 - Threads

"AAHHhhhhhrrghhh!" Kate screamed in frustration, pushing back her chair to thump her forehead against the dining room table. "Why is it so fucking impossible to find a decent apartment in this city? I thought, you know, 'wait until after the holidays and there should be openings' but noooooo...."

"Welcome to Southern California hunny," drawled Savvy, coming in from the kitchen to sweep away Katie's coffee cup and start setting up for dinner. She paused beside her girlfriend, rubbing her hunched back with a free hand while glancing at the pictures of a nicely furnished apartment on the screen. "Tha looks nice. Wha's wrong with it?"

Head down, Katie reached up to grab the wireless mouse and scroll up. Still without sitting up, she stabbed at the screen with an accusatory finger.

"Sixty. Five. Plus. Community." She desultorily growled to the floor. "Assisted living. By the time I find a place, I'll actually be old enough to live there."

"Yew said it before hunny- 'seller's market' right now." Savvy went back to the kitchen, busying herself with dinner. "Yer place sold fast, and more than yew asked fer so yer sittin' pretty fer now."

"I'd like to hurry up and find something." Kate pushed away from the table, gathering her laptop and notes and stuffing them away in the corner. Once she cleared the table, she took over the chore of setting it and helping make dinner. "At least Meridith finally got the Pod and everything was still intact, so that's one less thing to worry about."

"Ah don't know wha yer rush is all 'bout, Katie Kitty," Savvy said, tasting the sauce she stirred on the stove. "Yew know darned well tha we luv havin' you here wit us."

"Though it is a little disappointing to come home to find you dressed in the kitchen," Jerry chimed in coming through the door before sitting down to pull off his work boots. "Still hoping you'll develop your kitchen exhibitionist fetish more."

"It's hard to describe," Katie admitted, sticking her tongue out to him. "I love you guys and don't want to leave either, but this is YOUR place and I'm... disconnected to it. I suppose it doesn't make a whole lotta sense."

"Actually, it makes perfect sense," Jerry responded, grabbing a bottle of juice from the fridge after kissing each of them 'hello'. "It's like when you've dated for awhile and move into the larger apartment together. We've lived here awhile, so all of our stuff is where we've always put it, while most of your things sit in storage. We need to take the time to move you in but keep putting it off, so you feel like a guest." He took a long pull from the bottle.

"Exactly," agreed Katie, taking the first of the plates of food from Savvy and setting them on the table. "I don't have a personal space. Someplace to retreat to if I need a little 'me time'."

"Wha' was wrong with tha' place we went ta'last week?" Savvy speared a chunk of chicken on her fork, then spun a small ball of fettuccine around it. "Lotsa pretty boys and girls all over tha place."

"I loved that apartment!" Katie agreed, toying with her salad. "Nice location, not too far from here or work, pool, nice views of the other residents. Some acted super friendly."

"As in 'drive a six inch spike through a two by four with his dick' or 'sorority girl slumber party' friendly?" Jerry sat up, a bit more interested. College girls in the spring and summer always made great viewing in his mind.

"Both! I practically drooled at all the sexual tension in the air! Lots of them checked us out too. I'm all set to sign a lease right away when I overheard a couple of hot bitches in bikinis talking about Savvy and I by the pool."

"Wait. I'm just now hearing about this?" He nudged Savvy with his elbow. "Why didn't you tell me we could be eating college take-out?""

"She hesitated when the girls called us 'cougars'. By tha'time Katie Couger decided to go fer it, they'd leased it." Katie threw a cherry tomato at her that landed in her abundant cleavage, so Savvy turned her chest so her husband could fish it out himself. "At least she didn't git tha first apartment she visited."

"The one in Ricki's building? Yeah, fucking awkward." Jerry sat back down and bit the tomato in half. "Brian would kill himself trying to bust through his cage every day."

"No thanks. That kind of trouble I'll live without." Katie slurped up a strand of pasta, purposefully letting the creamy alfredo gather on her lips then start to trickle down her chin. "Maybe I should start looking for a condo or another house? Something small and affordable?"

Savvy rose to the enticement of her lover's lips, covered in creamy sauce gathering to drip down off her chin. Coming around the table, she pulled out Katie's chair, sat in her lap and licked her girlfriend's lips clean. Jerry shook his head and kept eating. For only knowing each other a few months before living together, Katie sure knew exactly how to trip Savvy's switches. Not hard to do but still.

"We did talk about buying a bigger place ourselves," he threw out, not sure if they listened or if they lost track of the conversation making out. He didn't mind either way as long as the show was good. And they hadn't disappointed him yet. "Maybe we should put it on the table. Buy or build. I wouldn't mind the chance to build our own place."

"Is it something we want to discuss?" Katie asked, her hand teasingly rubbing Savvy's freshly waxed mound through the leg of her shorts. They visited her usual spa together, coming out freshly waxed, massaged and refreshed after an hour in the sauna.

"How about Pasadena? Up in the hills? A couple of acres we fence in, put in a pool?"

"Nice ta lay out in tha sun in the altogether without freakin' tha neighbors out." Savvy shifted on Katie's lap, letting her stroke and tease her soft thighs and up between her legs. So damn sensual having someone who didn't always go straight for the clit or jam something into her cunny! Jerry took his time and teased her senseless sometimes, but Katie possessed much smaller, gentler hands and knew how to use them.

"Can we afford anything there though?" Katie considered the area- out of the congestion of the city, some good areas to ride her bike without worrying about traffic, homes spaced out, a good-sized backyard to install a pool and plant TREES, maybe even a real garden. Sure, mudslides and wildfires remained a possibility, but when compared to living pressed up against the neighbors with minimal privacy?

She snapped back into the conversation when Savvy, enduring the absentminded flicking of her clit-ring, suddenly slammed her thighs shut on her hand and climaxed. She pressed her fingers firmly against her lover's button, letting her hips do the work of pushing the orgasm through a second quick peak. Wistfully, Katie took her fingers away, popped them into her own mouth to clean them, then calmly returned to eating before her girlfriend and meal cooled off.

"What about Andrew?" Savvy panted, kissing Katie before sliding off her lap and returning to her own plate. "He lives up tha' way."

"He might help," considered Jerry, sitting back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "Hell, he might even sell us some land. He owns a good chunk bordering the National Park and only fenced in a small part around his house. He'd probably enjoy having you two. And having you living next door."

"Who's this 'Andrew' you guys keep referring to? Strawberry talked about him too."

"Andrew's a fella from back East. Hit it big on a Powerball ticket and scooped up a couple hundred million. Real sweetie. LOVES ta help out sex workers, 'specially online gals like me."

"What? You were a hooker?" She already knew about Savvy's continuing OnlyFans work having risked appearing in several sessions with her since her divorce.

"Naw. No way! Least not unless they dumped some serious cash in mah Paypal." Savvy stuffed a couple of forkfuls of pasta into her mouth but continued talking. "Durin' college, Ah skated mah tail off slingin' burgers and pop as a carhop, supplementin' mah money workin' a webcam- strippin', playin' with mah kitty, fuckin' mahself stupid with whatever toys Ah could afford. Tha' sorta thing. Did it mostly ta pay mah rent and spend some extra fer fun. Did ok. Not like some.

"So's Ah git this follower, calls hisself 'Andrew'. Nice feller. Offers me a really sweet deal- covers rent, tuition, even offers health insurance- all's Ah gotta do is keep doin' mah show. Ah git ta keep the money Ah make shaking mah ass fer horny guys who like strokin' ta that sorta show. Only catch? He wants ta fuck me. Not like one-time hookup sex either. He asks me ta be a local booty call when he's in town. Ah figure what tha fuck, right? Who doesn't git all hot and bothered by a shuga daddy in college?

"We meet up and he's a sweetie like you wouldn't believe. Ah figured he'd jump raight inta talkin' 'bout how he's excited ta 'do me' and all, but he didn't. Shows up wearin' a suit and takes me out ta dinner at a nice restaurant. We had a great conversation 'bout what Ah like 'bout doin' cam-girl stuff, what Ah went ta school fer, the stuff Ah liked wearin' and cars. We talked about music and pin-up art of the fifties and old movies and by the time dessert came around, Ah ached so bad ta fuck him even if he didn't wanna pay me.

"So's he offered me the choice- his place in the Hills or mah apartment where Ah'm comfortable and Ah choose his place. Real nice house up in the hills- fenced in yard, no neighbors raight on top a'yew, pool... By this time Ah'm drunk on jes bein' treated so nice, Ah sucked him off raight in the livin' room a'fore he takes me to the bedroom and rocks mah world. Only man's ever done me better by hisself is Jerry here." She smiled up at him pouring her a fresh glass of wine.

"We fucked the rest of the night and when Ah woke up the next afternoon, he made a nice spread ta feed me in bed. Then he sat me down, pulled out a contract written in plain English, discussed everythin' with me 'bout what he would do fer me if Ah agreed ta be one a'his girls and what he asked me ta do fer him. Ah signed it and it's worked out fer us ever since."

"You signed a contract to be his fuck toy?" Katie shifted on the couch, fascinated by the story.

"What I thought when I first heard the story too," Jerry agreed, settling in between them, stretching out his long legs across the floor. "First time I'd ever heard of a sugar daddy asking for a signed contract. At the time, it sounded to me like he set her up to disappear into the Middle East after secretly agreeing to be sold to some Arab Prince who wanted an American hottie for a sex slave."

"And yew were wrong." Savvy retorted with a pout.

"And I was wrong," he agreed. "But not about you being a hottie."

"Damn straight." She kissed him, then sat back again. "We did spend a few days tagether at first. Andrew made sure Ah saw a doctor, signed up with the health plan he set up, paid mah rent fer tha year and covered mah tuition- all tha jazz. Asked me ta call him mah 'patron' like artists back in tha Middle Ages or sumthin'. Ah swear, Ah thought it was some kinda fancy 'Daddy' thing 'til Ah looked it up. Bought me a new computer an'cams fer mah show and cleaned out mah whole Amazon wish list too! And he banged me like a rabbit every night. But not jest hawt nasty sex, he spent one whole night jest teasin' and edgin' me 'til Ah begged him ta let me cum, then he made me squirt so hard we needed ta clean the walls after."

Savvy paused, her audience obviously enjoyably affected by her story- Katie's nipples poked against her shirt enticingly while Jerry's handsome bulge beckoned. She shifted to a kneeling position on the couch, leaning forward over her husband, pressing one hand against his crotch for balance while caressing Katie's bra-less boobs with the other.

"At tha end of tha week, he flew out on a business trip, so he dropped me back at mah apartment and headed fer tha airport. Ah sorta git back ta normal- school, cam show, stuff like tha. Tha lasts 'bout two weeks and Ah sees him online fer mah shows and stuff, still sweet and not actin' an asshole 'bout 'owning me' or nuttin'. Even suggested another local gal Ah might wanna try girl-girl shows with. Sends me her contact info, turns out she's another a'his girls. Gave her tha same deal as me. By tha end a tha school year, we'd not only done shows together, but did Andrew together a few times."

"Did you spend a lot of time with him?" Katie took Jerry's hard-on from her and continued stroking it slowly. His hand continued rubbing up and down her thighs and teased her bare mound.

"No! He traveled a LOT! Visitin' companies he invested in or properties he owned or shit like that. Even keeps girls like me in other cities so he ain't alone unless he needs ta be. He'd call or email and ask fer mah schedule fer a week or so and, iffin' Ah was busy with school or sumthin', he'd jest visit with someone else. He even arranged fer me and Sammy ta move in together and that's when we met Jerry."

He gave a thumbs up, reclined on the couch with Savvy's round ass on his face, lavishly licking her wet slit, and Katie kneeling over his legs, still giving him a slow, sensual hand-job.

"And he was ok with that? You having sex with other men?"

"Ah expected it'd be a problem too, but he kept sayin' 'Do NOT depend on ME fer yer happiness. If YEW find someone who makes YEW happy, then Ah'm happy fer you both.'. Once Jerry and Ah started gettin' serious, Andrew asked ta meet him."

Jerry lifted Savvy off of his face and back until he could rest his head on her lap. Watching down his body, he shuddered in delight when the twin balls on Katie's tongue traced a long path up the tender underside of his hard cock.

"Felt weirder meeting him than her parents for the first time, but it turns out he's a super-chill guy. Starts throwing small carpentry jobs my way, then recommends me to friends of his all over the city. Soon I'm pulling in enough to hire a couple of guys and start working as a contractor. About a year later, he's underwriting a loan to start my own business and paying for our wedding."

"We kept in touch fer awhile, and Ah still do some computer werk fer him iffin' he needs it, but he's got friends all over tha place so's it's rare he calls. He used to throw these wild parties every summer, weekend long orgies with lots of pretty girls and their guys. Hasn't held one in a few years though."

"You should ask Strawberry how he's doing tomorrow at class when you thank her for the chair plans," Jerry suggested, his hips coming off the couch when Katie wrapped her lips around his head to catch the first jets of cum shooting out from him. Dropping his head to the couch, his wife crawled over him to take her girlfriend's place, sucking out the second half Katie milked from his hard shaft and into her cum-hungry throat. "Fuck you two're fantastic together. Shit."

Katie slid out of bed, glancing at the digital clock on Jerry's side rather than the old analog clock with it's weak glow-in-the-dark dial on Savvy's. Two in the morning. Too damned early to wake up on a Saturday morning.

She padded quietly to the bathroom, leaving the lights off while she relieved herself of her most immediate cause for being awake. Finished, she started back to the bed but changed her mind, letting her footsteps guide her out into the rest of the house.

She didn't bother with a robe. She walked these halls nude often enough it felt odd to dress at all unless going to work or out shopping. And, in a few hours, she'd play the part of naked housemaid again anyway. Performing household tasks for her Master and Mistress at their whim in the little frilly apron.

She smiled in the dark. 'Master and Mistress'. For a new game, they threw dice every Friday night to figure out who would submit to who for the weekend and she lost (Or won, depending on the point of view.) this time. When Savvy lost last weekend, they put her in the sex swing with a Hitachi pushed into her pussy and tied in place so she couldn't dislodge it. They turned it on at random and made her count orgasms. She counted to fifty over the course of the afternoon before losing track and they took pity on her. Sadly, the weekend Jerry lost, an emergency repair called him away, though he did spend the weekend wearing a plug in addition to his usual cock-ring while on the job.

Passing through the living room, she ran a covetous hand over the smooth finish of the specially made chair Jerry crafted mainly for her. The tall straight back with wrist restraints at the top, eyehooks to buckle a wide collar to, the leather harness that fitted so nicely under her breasts and the belt over her hips and belly, the y-shaped seat kept her legs open wide when the straps over thighs calves and ankles locked into place. The padding and straps all cut from beautiful red-dyed leather, striking against the dark walnut stain. Almost elegant in the way it held her tightly, upright, open and vulnerable.

They put her in it exactly twice so far- her first turn as slave girl where they tormented, teased and tickled her until she burst into tears and a cascade of orgasms; and again when they called on Lilith and Krystal to make a housecall for the piercing of the hood of her clit. Lucky they did too. She barely registered the needle piercing her tender sex button, but whatever tripped in her body before, released again with intense force. She came hard. So hard she squirted right in Lilith's face and knocked the sexy little vampire lesbian over in surprise. Without the restraints, the chance approached near certain of her accidentally hurting herself with the suddenness of her body twisting climax.

Teasing herself, rolling the still unfamiliar barbell at her most tender point. Two dry weeks gone past giving oral to her lovers and unfulfilling fingering. Happily she lost the roll with no doubt in her mind Jerry planned to make up for lost time and repeatedly fuck her pussy long and hard.

Damn. She made herself wet already, her fingers finding warm slickness between her lips. She started to play with herself lightly, teasingly.

Two long weeks since she'd last experienced anything substantial inside her, surely a little personal fingering wouldn't hurt?

No, she chided herself. None of that. In a few hours this pussy will belong to her Master and Mistress and they claimed first dibs on her orgasms. She giggled quietly, leaving the chair and heading into the kitchen.

Light and cool air bathing her skin from the fridge, she reached in and took out the pitcher of water kept within. The door shut, the room sunk back into darkness, she fumbled only a little to find a glass then refill the pitcher. Leaving the pitcher on the counter, she took the glass over to the sliding glass door to the small fenced-in backyard.

No need to turn on the porch light, she could see what she needed to and not call attention to herself in the dark. Leaning on the frame of the door, she studied the rather unattractive backyard. The ever-present glow of the city lights cast shadows about, making even the plain and familiar backyard alien- the grill and hammock, the lawn chairs where she and Savvy relaxed on warm sunny afternoons albeit in bathing suits (Really revealing bathing suits of course. The kind that barely covered their nipples and slits that are never seen at a pool or the beach in real life.), the few large tools Jerry kept outside. A neighborhood cat crossed the fence along the back separating this yard and the next, ignoring her on it's way home from a midnight hunt.

Or doing the cat equivalent of the walk of shame from banging some lucky bitch in heat she thought, giggling again.

The cup dripped, splashing a drop of water on her bare breast. She gasped, her skin tightening, her nipples growing firm, the tingling between her legs.

What the hell? Her mind raced. A drop of cold water on my tit and suddenly I'm ready to fucking cum? Savvy finds out and she'll be buying popsicles by the gross. She shook her head to focus.

What was going on with her lately? The last time she'd felt this horny, she'd barely settled into her dorm at college for her freshman year and watched the frat boys and sorority girls partying at the house across from her dorm. She'd stared out the window so intently she almost didn't hear her new roommate come in, barely stopping her from jamming her hand down her jeans right then and there.

She ached so badly to start playing with herself standing there at the wide glass door, searching the washed out sky for stars or answers. Kitchen exhibitionist indeed! The last year started off so low for her and now? This year she couldn't get enough of anything!

She enjoyed going to the lab again. Yes, the projects remained tedious and dull, but the people responded so much more brightly to her now. She remembered birthdays and details and glances and didn't even mind the stupid flirting from Ted, the married lothario who flirted with every woman under 40 and under 175 pounds. And flirted so badly! Her boss asked her opinion more often and that alone was saying something.

She enjoyed her exercise routine finally. Riding her bike regularly allowed her to relive the sensation of flying she experienced as a child. She waved to old and new neighbors, raced children on their own bikes and even stopped and flirted with lawn and construction crews who stared at her ass when she rode past. Often with her pretty plug resting in her asshole, not really hidden under her tight riding shorts.

Regular pole dancing fitness classes gave her a whole different sort of confidence! She could climb, spin, invert and drop with ease. Maybe she didn't move as fluidly as the younger women, but she had fun watching, encouraging and learning from them. All but a few from their Introduction Class signed on for the follow-up Advanced class to learn how to strip. And now they went to a weekly class to keep their skills up and keep in shape. She wished they could spend more time in private 'lessons' with Mistress Strawberry after class but that wasn't always an option. Her ass tingled with every secret caress when 'being shown' how to execute a move safely.

The divorce interfered of course, but even that went smoothly. She and Brian sat down, calmly talked about who took what and those items neither cared about had been donated to charity. He moved into a cheap apartment he rarely stayed in and her stuff went into storage until they could figure out what to do. The house sold almost the day they put it on the market and the separation paperwork would finalize soon.

She certainly never enjoyed a better sex life. Since meeting Savvy and Jerry, she'd opened up significantly. Except for the weeks following getting her clit pierced, she got laid most every day, often more than once. She enjoyed them singly and together and they adored her, maybe even loved her. Savvy said so often enough. They invited her to not only move in while she searched for an apartment, but to stay even if she found a place. Was that what woke her up tonight? Maybe she wanted to stay?

But why? What did they share besides sex? Did she experience enough emotional satisfaction living in her own personal porno to make staying with them right? She laughed silently to herself again. If she lived in a porno, Jerry would appear right behind her ready to pound her to jelly then give a nice money shot to her face or boobs.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, flooding the room with light from the fridge, throwing her dim shadow out onto the cement porch.

"You forgot your extra sausage pizza," she joked quietly, not turning around.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just a lot running through my mind," she replied with a secret smile, still staring out the glass door. She almost wished the neighbor across the way woke to catch her there, but the light disappeared and once more semi-darkness hid them.

"Like what?" He approached, chugging his ever-present bottle of pineapple juice.

"Reflecting." She caressed the glass before her as though she could vaguely catch a reflection of herself in the darkness staring back. "A lot's happened in the last year. I'm wondering where to go next. I keep coming back to this idea I've taken this weird sharp left turn and now I'm lost in a strange part of the world I'm not so familiar with."

He stood beside her, leaning on the other side of the door, staring out into the half-light of the yard. For awhile he stayed quiet, lost in contemplation.

"I don't agree you've radically changed direction at all. More like switched to a parallel track going in the same direction because the one before was kinda shitty. You don't think you're on the wrong track, do you?" He asked, oddly subdued when compared to his normal voice. She could make out the hints of sadness in his posture, if not in his mostly hidden face.

"No, I don't," she replied gently, snuggling close under his arm. "I'd kinda been forced to be in charge of everything about my life and it was all going to shit. The tighter I had to hold on and do everything my way, the more I hated myself. You and Savvy make me happier than I've allowed myself to feel in years. I get to let go of a lot and it feels great."

"I'm glad. You make her very happy. She hasn't acted like this for awhile now. Like a light'd dimmed. Don't get me wrong, she was still a wild woman, but it felt like she was going through the motions sometimes. The other day, when you two danced in the living room, you both looked so happy letting loose, you glowed." He smiled down at her, sharing the memory of them dancing to oldies from the jukebox and laughing like teenagers.

"You could've joined us!" She punched him lightly in the belly.

"Shedding sand and sawdust like a muddy sheepdog all over the living room at the first Twist or Monkey! Besides, you both jumped at the chance to join me in the shower. No complaints then either."

"Sex sex sex! That's all I am to you?" She mocked, grabbing his firm buttocks playfully.

"No, it's not." His voice flat and serious, he turned and grabbed her by both shoulders, bending down so she could see his eyes clearly in the dark. "You're not simply a piece of ass to us. If that's all you were here for, you honestly probably wouldn't have lasted a month. Certainly wouldn't live with us. You're Savannah's Happiness. Before you came into our lives, she was so depressed and sad and I couldn't figure out why or how to stop it. Getting her laid was never a problem, but not the solution. You've met her. She could probably start an orgy with Mormons." He rubbed her arms, standing up straight.

"You did... something for her I couldn't. And she did it to you. And you both do it to me. She's happy. I hope you're happy. That makes me happy." He gave her a wolfish grin making his teeth sparkle in the darkness of the kitchen. "And yeah, I get to sleep with two bangin' chicks every night and the sex is fucking hot as shit, so... 'living the dream'."

"Do you love me?" she asked, warm happy tears welling in her eyes. He made a face and scratched his head.

"Honestly, a month or two ago, standing here like this, I would've told you 'I don't know' because that's not something I've just thrown around. Savvy's special to me. Damn near my whole world. I love her. You've become as much a part of her life as I am. Mine too. And when we first met? I would have never considered trashing your ex the way I wanted to that day. I had no reason to. He was just the guy who didn't deserve the woman I was fucking on the down low. The only reason I didn't put him through the wall for treating you like shit is because you asked me not to. I don't enjoy the idea of not having you in our lives."

"You're dodging the question."

"Am I? It's easy to say 'I love you' when you're in the heat of passion and not mean it. I'm willing to bet we've both done it- hot sweaty sex, knocking the bed apart and you blurt shit like that out because you're drunk on the moment and you're more in love with the passion and lust than the person. Shit like that gets you in trouble. Saw my parents go from 'I love you's to throwing plates and screaming hatred and saying it unless I felt it always felt like a lie. It's something else entirely stand face to face with someone asking you the question flat out and not parrot out the words because it's what you're expected to say."

She smiled in the dark, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down into a long, languid kiss. His strong arms wrapped around her, stroking her back and smooth, round hips. Her answer came when both rough palms pressed against her back, pulling her firmly against his broad chest instead of simply grabbing her naked ass.

"I love you too," she whispered in his ear, clutching him tightly. "And now I'm going to show you how wet turning into a kitchen exhibitionist is making me."

The Dice Game

This is a simple roll of 2d6 (Two standard 6-sided dice for the non-gamer.). Lowest score loses and submits to the whims of the others. For every additional person more than 3, add another die.

Modifiers to the roll-

-1 for every week you haven't been the submissive

+1 (Females) if you are on your period

+2 if you were the submissive the previous week

Ties result in a 1d6 roll off.