by Ruby Madden
“I dance it off sweetheart.”
“You’re a dancer?” I asked naively.
“Yes, of the intimate kind. It’s how I’m paying my way through law school.”
“Law school?”
“Yes, law school.”
“Of the intimate kind? Does that mean, you’re a - ?”
“Stripper.” She answered for me, matter-of-factly. “Yes, I’m a private dancer. You know, like what Tina Turner sings about.”
I was a bit stupefied, in awe actually. I was nodding my head, taking it all in. “Does it pay well?”
“Yes, it pays well. But that’s mainly because I work at a very exclusive place in Beverly Hills.”
“Beverly Hills.” I repeated back to her. She nodded and winked at me again.
“Well, with your body – I’m not surprised. I’d be stripping too!”
She gave me the most curious look, “I could show you some moves if you like…”
“Oh please, I’d injure myself.”
She giggled, “I doubt it, big girls usually have good rhythm. I could teach you.”
I gulped, “You’re pretty amazing Kat, from what I know so far.”
It was the first time I’d seen her get semi-serious. She scooted closer to me and stared at me, holding my gaze. “No, my luscious chubby one – you’re amazing. Do you have any idea how sexy-cute you are?”
I double-gulped. Why did I feel like I wanted to kiss her? Here, in a Chinese restaurant? “Um, no…”
She trailed her finger from the bottom of my ear-lobe down to my chubby cleavage. “I love big girls, I find them to be so fucking sexy. All that softness, the way your skin feels, the plush way you move. Just adore it. I have always had a thing for chubby women.”
My breathing was changing. I had no idea what to say. I was completely awe-struck and mute. No one, not even a guy had said anything so delicious to me in all my life. She seemed to know I was paralyzed, frozen in place.
We continued eating, taking our time and chit-chatting about ourselves. She asked good questions, smart questions. She observed me with curious cat-like glances, absorbing me, taking me all in. It was both un-nerving and wildly flirtatious the way her eyes caressed me. As if she wanted me to know exactly where she was looking.
Eventually, after packing away more food than I had eaten in a long, long time – big girl or not, I was full. Stuffed. As in could not take one more bite.
She leaned in close to me and stated, more than asking, “Let’s go to my place and chillax, shall we? We’ll have drinks there. Sound good?”
With that, Kat paid the bill, leaving a generous tip, bid a gracious adieu to the staff, promising to be back soon and we left.
* * *
Once inside Kat’s home, a nicely decorated bungalow she had all to herself, she plopped me down on the oversized sofa. She made us yummy cocktails, taking her time making them but then quickly gulped hers down and then stood over me with my drink. I wasn’t sure if she was going to hand it to me or not?
Kat towered over me, in her stilettos that she walked around in as if they were a pair of sneakers. They only made her seem that much taller than my short, 5’3” frame. She tilted my face up to hers and then poured the drink carefully down my throat. I gulped it down, watching her watching me. I had no idea what to expect next.
She knelt down in front of me and laid her head on my chest for a moment, which I hadn’t anticipated at all. She rubbed the sides of my arms, let out a relaxed and somewhat endearing sigh and then pulled away. She stood back up and lowered the lighting, lit some candles and turned on some sexy music.
Slowly, seductively, Kat did what Kat does best. She began to strip.
First the stilettos came off, then she undid her hair that had been pulled back in a ponytail. She began to gyrate and pump her hips oh so slowly. I watched as she elegantly wiggled her way out of her jeans and down to the sexiest soft pink ruffled thong I’d ever seen. She stepped back into her stilettos and continued to shimmy in front of me.
Kat moved like liquid gold. I was entranced.
I’d never seen a stripper in person before and I had no idea how seductive it was. My breath was quickening, my pulse was starting to race and I knew I was flush with embarrassment. But I couldn’t stop myself from watching her, she was so sexy, so beautiful. I’d never seen a women dance this seductively in all my life and I couldn’t believe the same woman was dancing – for me.
Kat stepped directly in front of me at one point, her backside facing me and then slowly bent herself over, sprawled. She reached under herself with her right hand and elegantly, pulled her barely there thong to the side, revealing herself. She took her time allowing me to take in the sight of her. Her ass cheeks and pussy were completely revealed to me. She was as bare as a baby’s ass.
She was in a word – glorious.
She wiggled her backside seductively and then suddenly turned around. She was pulling off her top and beneath it was a hot pink, barely there bra that cupped her size D’s perfectly. It was sheer and I could see her nipples.
Kat continued shimmying and dancing, rubbing her midriff and sides seductively, creating some heat for the both of us. I watched her full, perky tits bounce and sway. Eventually, she stopped the strip-tease and began to dance more naturally, just being herself.
That was when I found myself lured to her and stood up. I made my way to her and we began to kiss. It started soft, sweet and gentle. I was so aware of her lithe dancer body in her barely clad lingerie. I eventually found my way to licking her nipples through her bra. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but I knew I enjoyed it – I hoped she was too. I decided to admit it to her.
“Kat, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” I stammered out, embarrassed.
She squinted her emerald eyes into almond slits and stated, “I know. I’m seducing a big girl, girl virgin tonight, aren’t I?”
The way Kat said it made me want to just drop my panties right then and there. If there had been any pretense in my head that I might not end up following through, they were dashed to hell.
I wanted her. She wanted me.
It was unbelievable, but I wasn’t going to allow my disbelief to get in the way.
“Big girl, girl virgin?” I stammered.
“Yes, this is your first time with a woman, right?” She teased seductively as her green eyes lured me in.
Gulp. “Yes, yes… it is.”
“Well then, I intend to make it very memorable. I want you coming back for more.”
Her hands made their way under my shirt and then she was pulling it over my head. I was shy at first but she made me feel at ease as she pushed me back down onto the sofa. She traced her finger along the lines of my bra and then around the contours of my breasts. When her finger hit my nipples, I was zinged by her soft, feminine touch. Her breath was warm and sexy against my body. My nipples were alert to her sensual touch. The heat between us was intense, electric.
Liquid fire was coursing through me at this point.
“You’re so soft…” she murmured right into my belly as she nuzzled me. Kat began to kiss my belly as her hands made their way to my hips. She started to pull my snug jeans off of me and we laughed as I had to hoist myself up a bit so she could finish pulling them off. My underwear wasn’t nearly as sexy as hers, but it was made of sheer black material and snug.
The sight of Kat, kneeling in front of me, in her sexy lingerie, her hair cascading everywhere finally did it for me. My clit was wildly aroused. She noticed the shift in me and we began to kiss again. This time, we were both more aggressive, our lips and tongues invading each other’s mouths. I was discovering how different it was to kiss a woman and I liked it, a lot. Hands began to wander everywhere and it was her gently probing between the top of my pussy lips that pulled the first sweet groan out of me.
Kat liked that and smiled. She pulled back, stood up and shimmied herself out of her sexy r
uffled thong.
Her pussy was beautiful.
Standing there in front of me in all her tall, elegant glory – there was really only one thing to do. Lean forward and lick her. I pushed my face into her pussy and gingerly poked her pussy lips with my tongue. She let out the sweetest sigh. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but I was going to touch her the way I wanted to be touched. That was about the best I could do.
As I licked her, parting her, I found her clit all enlarged and pink. At first, the taste of her was over-whelming, but equally stirring. As a lover of seafood, I now understood what men and lesbians were getting at when it came to cunnilingus… I pulled back a bit to look at her, her pussy, her clit, her face. Her eyes were closed and she had the look of pure heaven on her face. She snapped out of it and then laughed.
“No, chubby girl. I’m seducing you…”
With that, she pushed me back to a semi-laying position on her plush sofa and before I knew it, my underwear was being pulled off me, my legs were spread and Kat’s face found my pussy in no time. The feel of her lips, and then her tongue was deliciously sensual.
At first, it was a bit overwhelming, as she began to work her way into me. Her tongue was doing magic circles inside and outside of my vagina. As she tongue-bathed my aching pussy, she reached up to caress and play with my tits. She took her time, but it wasn’t too long before she made me orgasm.
The look of satisfaction on my face didn’t even begin to equal the look of mischievous intent on hers. Kat was practically purring from having made me come. Being used to most guys leaving it at status quo, all proud of their efforts achieving one orgasm from me and then calling it a night, I soon realized that Kat had an altogether different goal in mind.
We made our way to her luxurious bed. She put on some porn, girl-on-girl action, to have in the background. At first, I was a little put-off, but realized she had picked good quality porn, aimed to please a female viewer – not a man. New to this type of erotic entertainment, I was a bit suspended in our frolicking and watched.
I soon noticed that Kat was watching me watch the porn with a look of glee on her face. It was a threesome of three sexy women who were all playing with each other’s pussies. Licking, purring, and penetrating each other with dildo sex-toys. Hearing all the breathy moaning from the porn was ramping us both up again. She playfully pulled out from under her bed a beautiful elaborately carved wooden box full of sex toys. They were clean and lovingly cared for and laid on top of soft emerald green velvet. She pulled out a medium-sized dildo from her collection.
“I want to use this one on you, is that ok?”
Despite my initial shyness, I was warming up to the idea of a woman using a dildo on me. Heaven knows I had plenty of my own sex toys at home. I nodded demurely and before I knew it, she was diving in again. Kat parted my legs and asked me to lay back a bit, hoisted up by the pillows on her bed. She kissed up and down from my inner thighs to my pussy lips, the dildo waiting for its eager task, clutched in her right hand.
Warming me up for round two, I was taking in the sight of us, as she had several beautiful, old-fashioned, floor to near-ceiling mirrors that provided ample opportunity to witness the two of us on her bed. Catching glances of her in the mirrors along with the soft, feminine feel of her was mesmerizing. Her body was the perfect collection of lithe contours and sweet curves. She had a body that any woman would envy and I was the lucky one she desired.
Me?!
At first, I was a bit shy and wary, but she took the initiative and using some of my plentiful creamy wetness, lubed it up and then began to tease and taunt my opening. My hips started to roll with that need to be penetrated and I soon found myself giving her the cue to plunge it inside me.
She used the dildo sex-toy to fuck me with and began tongue-fucking my overly swollen and aching clit. I began to buck a bit beneath her skilled, consistent pumping and eager, hungry mouth and tongue. The combination of being penetrated while having my pussy being eaten out was more than I could handle. I came so hard, I thought I was going to lose my voice from my screams of pleasure.
Any hesitations I may have had about being sexual with a woman were long gone. Nothing had felt so natural. It was easier to be sexual with her than any man or for the matter, guy I had been with. When we were both completely spent from playing with each other’s pussies and all her fun toys, we laid there curled up with each other. For a while, we were quiet just absorbing all the erotic aftermath of our entanglement.
“You’re so lovely, so sexy, so soft… I love hearing you come.” She said softly to me.
“Kat, you’re the sexiest women I’ve ever seen… I can’t believe you’re this attracted to me?”
She nuzzled in close to me, holding me tenderly. “I’ve been wanting to seduce you since the first day I ordered coffee from you. You make the tastiest beverages you know? So yummy for Kat Lady.”
“Kat Lady?”
She giggled, “That’s my stage name, for when I strip.”
“Those poor, poor men…”
“Oh sweetie, NONE of them are poor. Not in the least. They’re just horny rich men. Neglected rich men.”
I nodded and we both roared with laughter, settling deeper into each other’s arms.
“How did you come to be a stripper?”
She peered at me, her emerald eyes twinkling. “Well, I was groomed from a young age to be a ballerina, but once puberty hit, it became all too obvious that I was filling out and would never have the hundred pound, slender physique to be a professional. So, I started studying other forms of dance.”
She seemed hesitant to continue, I waited and then told her that I was not a judgmental type. Observant, perhaps but not judgmental. This seemed to put her back at ease and she continued.
“When I was seventeen, I went to a ritzy dinner party with a college-aged boyfriend whose family is wealthy. He thought I was a freshman in college, so don’t blame him. I was always one year ahead of everyone in school. So, in actuality, I was a senior in high school and soon to graduate. I already felt twenty-one by the time I was sixteen. I think it has to do with how difficult it was for my family before we moved to the States.”
“Your boyfriend?” I asked, puzzled.
Kat knew what I was asking. “Yeah, I’ve always known I prefer women, but my family doesn’t know. So, there are certain appearances I have to keep, back then and now as well. It’d break my Mother’s heart. Eventually, I’ll get the courage to tell her. It’s the only thing I’m too chicken-shit to do.”
I was watching her closely. She paused and then continued. I could see that she was reaching back into memory and time.
“I met a cultured, much older man who talked to me for part of the night as he had heard from my boyfriend’s family that I was a dancer, and a damned good one at that. Eventually, he found me and he solicited me. By that time, I was nearly nineteen. He proposed that I come see his dance club.”
Kat paused, seeming hesitant to continue.
“Go on.” I urged.
“At first, I was put off by the whole idea until I realized he was gay and wasn’t some perv coming on to me. So, I went. I was a bit in shock at first, I mean who wouldn’t be. But I noticed that no one was being too inappropriate and this was truly a class-A type of place. The men who go there are paying as much for privacy and anonymity as they do the erotic titillation. And guess what, I get to dance with some of the most beautiful, skilled dancers in the country.”
I was enthralled. I knew she must be making it sound better than it actually was. But I was still enthralled.
Kat continued. “That said, I’ve always loved a plush woman. I think it goes back to when I was in the Mother-land.”
“The Mother-land?” I asked.
“Russia. My family and I are immigrants.”
“Wow! Wow. That’s so unique…”
“I’m glad you like it because I like you.”
Shyly, I ask
ed, “So this preference of yours, you attribute that to the Mother-land?”
“Yes, in Russia – there’s a type of woman who is considered just as beautiful and sexy as what people think of sexy here in the U.S. It’s a woman like you. Quite soft, round, feminine and plentiful. Your body-type is seen as inviting and comforting, nurturing.”
I grinned wildly as I let that sink in. “I’m very much liking these Russian notions.” I said softly.
“Enough about Kat. Tomorrow, when we wake up, I’m taking you to brunch and it’s your turn to tell me all about you.”
I suddenly felt shy but it only seemed fair. She had spent the night getting acquainted with my body and pussy, the least I could do is tell her more about myself.
She smiled back at me and eventually, the sweet calm of the night lured us into silence. We slowly drifted off to sleep, blissfully content.
Kat Lady’s Dolls
* * *
A Few Months Later…
{ KATARINA }
The incessant knocking on her door wasn’t going away. Hangover or not, there was no muffling the annoying sound with her pillow any longer. Whoever this was, for whatever reason, they weren’t going away.
Kat crawled out of bed, managed to grab her robe, throwing it on while striding to her front door with her gorgeous legs before angrily flinging her front door open.
“What?!” She barked at the person creating all this ruckus, intruding on her Sunday morning.
“Katarina Mikovich?”
Kat peered at the man in a suit standing on her door-step, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. “Yes, who are you and what do you want?” She practically snarled.
“I’m Herman, Xander’s lawyer. I’m seeking to settle his estate. I’ve been attempting to reach you but you’re not returning my calls.”
“Who? What?”
“May I come in?” the man in the suit asked.
“No, I have no clue who you are and why you’re pounding on my front door.”
