Story on Display: Bacchus' Mistress

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Chapter Five: Kitty

I have met some bitches in my life. There is only one that tops them all. Her name was Beth Monroe. She is a straight-up bitch. She knows it, I know it, everyone knows it. Why is she such a bitch? The answer is rather easy. Miss Beth is a model. Twenty-five years old and has it ever so easy. One of the most paid in New Orleans. Her face is always on the cover of nearly every fashion magazine in the world. Every preteen girl wants to be like her. Every preteen boy wants to do her. Hell, Beth makes grown men cry at the sight of her. Yes, yes, even I wanted to do her. (And I am doing it too. But we’ll talk about it later.) If she is so good, then why is not in LA or Paris? Ah, that answer is simple too.

Beth, or Kitty as I call her, is a simple country girl at heart. She was raised in the backwoods of New Orleans itself. Hers is a Cinderella story. Kitty grew up poor. Yet, she was an ambitious little shit. That girl dreamt big. She wanted to be a star. In fact, she was a star. The world didn’t know it just yet. Kitty was determined to change that.

She used the one thing that she was gifted with from an early age to survive: her body. From the age of six, she learned that in order for her to get her way in the world, she had to be loose. It worked out pretty well for her. Kitty definitely was noticed. All the little boys wanted her. Soon, they wanted to do things for her. But with such charm comes a heavy price. All of the other girl began to spread rumors about her. Kitty ignored them at first. But eventually they wore her down. By sixth grade, she wanted to drop out of school because of it. However, an angel came along and saved her.

His name was Jack, her dance teacher. Kitty wouldn’t tell me much about him. Just that he smelt like cinnamon aftershave. I still snicker at that one.

“Sounds like a pansy to me,” I said one night while we were in bed. The bitch didn’t think it was funny. She hit me on the arm.

“Ow,” I mumbled over my cigarette. “What was that for?” Kitty frowned at me.

“Jack was one of the most manly men I first met!” she declared. I only shrugged at her.

“Fine, fine,” I brushed off. That conversation will come later on in this storyline with Kitty, but right now back to the current story.

Anyway, Jack came along and healed the Kitty Cat. She graduated high school and over finished two years of college. At age fifteen, Kitty tried out for a beauty pageant and caught the attention of a local modeling agent that happened to be there. He approached her and she gladly took the deal. And the rest is history with her career flying high to the skies and beyond. That’s where I come in and begin the story between this bitchy angel and I. Great nights to be had for us both.


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