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Chapter Six: Bad Kitty

I remember the night I met Kitty. It was a fashion show two years ago for a fundraiser. Heh, fundraiser! I almost laugh at that word. It’s just an excuse to show off how rich you are. Sure, they say it’s for a good cause, but that’s just to make them feel better about themselves. They can’t fool me. But, I’ll save that for another rant. Back to the current story.

I somehow got invited out to this fundraiser. That lets you know what kind of people were holding this fashion show. So, yeah… I sat in the front row waiting for the models. Let’s be real here, I wasn’t there for the models or the show. I was just there for the wine. Yes, I’m not going to lie to you guys. Like I said before, I am a drunkard. I love wine. Hell, I love any sort of alcohol! This is not the point however. This is all about Kitty and I don’t think she would want me to go off on a tangent about my love affair with alcohol. So, back to her story.

I sat in the front row with my beer in my hand. No one seemed to notice me. That’s how it usually is. I am the decay of society and therefore, people must look away in disgust. I get thoughts like these over booze. My mind retreated further into my thoughts when the curtains drew up to begin the show. The lights grew dim and the spotlight flashed on bright. The president of the wine company hosting this fundraiser stepped out on stage. Wine company holding a fundraiser, ironic, I know. The man looked out at the audience.

“Good evening everyone,” he said. “Welcome to the annual Black Ghost Liquor fundraiser fashion show!” The crowd went wild. I just took another sip of beer. “Whatever,” I thought. “Get on with it. I just want the wine!” The president tried to quiet the people down. Took about three minutes to accomplish. He then went into his boring greeting speech. By that time, I got lost again in my thoughts and booze. Nobody cares, sir. They just want see the whores on display and the liquor. Come on man, get on with and show us the hoes. I was getting bored here.

“Okay, now for some models!” he said at last. The president stepped out of the way and the real show began. The pervs in the crowd drooled as the women walked by. Sure, they looked pretty, but I look at women every night. When you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. “Come on, you stupid fashion show!” I thought. “Wow me with something new!” That’s when I saw her.

Here is why I call her kitty. This bitch is as fine as they come with models. Long, skinny, smooth light caramel legs. Models are supposed to be skinny, but that this one. Sure, she was a trim bitch, but she did have visible curves. Those boobs of hers were real; I could tell. And that waist! Oh that waist! So small and begging for someone to hold it. My eyes followed her every step. Damn, that bitch was fine. But yet, she looked so bored. Like as if she had done this so many times and wanted something new like I did. I glanced at the perverts undressing her with their eyes. This place might as well be a high-priced strip club. The models were wearing next to nothing anyway.

Kitty came to a stop and posed for the cameras and fans in the crowd. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or what, but I thought that she winked at me before turning around and walking. I didn’t get a good look. She was gone and some new bitch took her place. I didn’t focus on the other models for the rest of the night. My mind stayed on her. After a few more drinks, I made up my mind. I just had to meet her.

When the junior models came out for their encore, I quietly left my seat and slipped to the dressing rooms around back. I always have easy access when there are women involved. It’s just an instinct I have, so sue me! Anyway, I made my way backstage and looked around. All clear. I finished my wine and walked down the narrow hall. I kept my eyes open the entire time. Not like I cared or anything. I just didn’t want to deal with any distractions. I used my program as a map to find that hot little bitch. I scanned the different names of the models. One certain name caught my eye.

“Beth Monroe,” I read to myself. That name sounded so familiar. I just had to find out more about this bitch. It took me a couple of minutes, but I found the dressing room at last. Kitty’s real name was in high, sparkly gold letters. “There you are,” I thought. I walked up to the door and knocked on it.

“Enter,” a molasses-honey voice told me. I smiled through my lightly drunken haze. “Okay then,” I thought. I opened the door. Kitty sat at her vanity mirror, fixing her make-up. She looked at her reflection and smiled at me.

“I’ve been expecting you,” she said. “Michael Spiegel!” I smiled back at her as I closed the door behind me.

“Really now?” I asked. “And why is that?” Kitty turned around to me with a naughty smile on her face.

“I just wanted to see if the rumors were true,” she replied.

“What rumors?” I challenged. This bitch rose up from her seat and walked over to me. I could feel her hot breath at my throat.

“Take me,” she whispered. “Take me and break me into your angel!” How could I pass up such an offer? Kitty kissed me on the lips and I grabbed her by the waist. I lifted her up and sat her on her vanity desk. She grabbed at my jeans and whispered in my ear.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” the bitch whispered. Usually, it takes the entire world of a broad to turn me on. But tonight, that wasn’t the case. My cock shot up hard as she unzipped my jeans and whipped it out for her to play with. I pushed her legs apart and forced myself inside. The sound of her molasses voice crying out sounded so beautiful that it made me hunger for her even more.

“Oh, you’re so big!” she gasped.

“I know,” I said with a smirk. Then, I began pounding into the kitty cat. Did I go slow? Hell no! That little body begged to be banged into so hard. She asked for it after all. I’m just granting the lady her wish.

“Pull my hair!” Kitty screamed in my ear. I reached behind her head and yanked at those long, black locks with a rough pull. She screamed in pleasure and pain.

“More daddy, more!” the bitch yelled. And more I gave her. I have to say, I have many bitches over the years, but this one… Ho yeah! Yes, it was that good!

After I came within the little bitch, I turned to her while I panted and looked her straight in the eye.

“You will now be known as Kitty to me,” I said. Kitty gave me an odd look as she tilted her head.

“But my name is Beth,” she tried to correct me. I gently put my finger to her lips as I shushed her.

“No,” I whispered. “You’re name is Kitty to me.” Beth/Kitty said no more. I smiled at what I realized at what I had before me. Oh yes, this little kitty needs her claws clipped.

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