West Coast Erotica: Series Bundle (Contemporary BBW)

by Ruby Madden

  He sighed exasperated. “I just explained who I am and why I’m here. You’re clearly not coherent enough to understand me.” He paused, assessing her before continuing, “Maybe it’s just best if I tell you, leave this packet with you and provide you some time to respond. Otherwise, the estate will have no choice but to move forward with or without you.”

  “Sir, all due respect, what the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Xander left his gentleman’s club to you, in his will. Along with his sizeable assets. He says you’re the only person that was worthy to continue running it. You need to review the legal documents and if you accept, sign them and send them to me. Clear enough now Miss Katarina?”

  Kat gulped, stunned. Her large emerald eyes were wide open. “Is this a prank?”

  The gentleman lawyer appeared offended and exasperated. “It most certainly isn’t Miss Katarina, I assure you. If it wasn’t for my close relationship with Xander, I’d have left by now. I can’t believe he chose you to leave his treasure to. You’re a rude young woman.”

  Kat finally clued in, awake enough to comprehend what had just happened. “I apologize, I barely went to bed four hours ago. It comes with the territory, the type of work I do.”

  “I’m well acquainted with your type of work.”

  “That you would be. Terribly sorry, come in, let me make us some tea or coffee?”

  “No need.” The disgruntled attorney snarled back, Kat’s bad mood having jumped onto him. He shoved the packet of paperwork between the screen-door. “My number is in there, call me when you’re ready to discuss in a more awake and civilized manner. Good day Miss Katarina.”

  He walked away, not allowing Kat the chance to respond. She grabbed the packet from the crack he had slipped it through, pulling the contents out as she walked to her kitchen.

  Kat was well acquainted with legal-ease since she was a law student. Her former employer and friend had bequeathed his Gentleman’s Club to her. All of it, including a sizeable sum of assets that would have made most people quite happy.

  Stunned, she sat down and read a personal letter that Xander had written to her.

  Dearest Lovely Kat,

  This life of mine is coming to an end. Sooner than I had hoped. This dreadful disease is a curse! Please don’t pity me, I’m only sorry I didn’t get the chance to settle my affairs in person. Please forgive me for the surprise I’m certain this will be.

  If ever there was a woman in the world I aspired to be, it was someone like you. Might I praise you a bit? I never had the chance to share my opinion of you. I know this will make you uncomfortable as you are ironically, a modest woman in certain ways.

  First, you’re smart, Katarina. Don’t let anyone ever make you believe otherwise. You have a beautiful mind.

  Then there is your body. You are generous with sharing the gorgeousity of your physique and dance skill, but modest with your soul. You are a vision of elegance with cat-like finesse. And those emerald eyes of yours my darling dear… I will stop gushing now.

  I always was the man who wanted to be a dancer, a glorious Russian vision with your kind of skill. Instead, I was just an old queen who had to watch from afar, all of my pretty swans, entertaining the boys.

  Ok, down to business. Does it surprise you that I’d entrust you to carry on, with this, my treasured endeavor? I never knew it was going to be the success that it has become. It’s a class act, I always made sure my dolls were treated well, with respect and protected. You must continue the tradition, Cherie. You’re the only one of them that has the balls to do it!

  Since it’s now yours, I truly hope you won’t decide to simply sell it. Please take on this burden of responsibility. Don’t go it alone, find those to share in its burden. It is a joy too, you will soon see, if you give it time.

  All my love,

  Xander

  The sentimentality caught Kat off guard. She re-read it again and teared up a bit. She’d had no idea how much he admired her. This surprised her.

  Kat picked up her cell. It rang three times before the person she was calling answered on the other side.

  “Tamsin, can you come over and do me a favor?” Kat asked.

  “Sure Kat, its Sunday morning, what in the world has you awake so early?” Tamsin said.

  “Loud, incessant knocking on my front door and an unexpected inheritance.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me correctly the first time, Tamsin. Kat Lady was informed of an inheritance. One that I’m not sure about…”

  “I’m on my way, see you soon.”

  Kat hung up, turned on her coffee maker and headed for her shower. Tamsin, her plus-size lover was headed over and Kat wanted to share this with her first. She’d know what to do.

  { TAMSIN }

  Hearing the panic in Kat’s voice alarmed me. Not much scared her. This I knew.

  An inheritance? Who from? What kind of inheritance? These were my thoughts, my questions.

  Although we’d only been lovers in an open relationship for just over three months now, I felt I knew her well enough to know that this had thrown her off kilt, whatever it was. What had started as a bi-curious hookup had morphed into an open semi-relationship with the most dominant woman I’d ever met.

  For me, it was about the journey, exploring my sexual curiosity and learning new pleasure via Kat. My heart wasn’t really in the game yet, I’d been too shy and reluctant to ever really open up emotionally to anyone – even men. Especially men.

  Some would say I was easy or maybe even a slut. I despised the double standard society place on women. So what if I liked sex? A lot. I wasn’t married. And as long as I played safe, it’s no one’s business.

  I had my own wounds to lick. The kind that scar and can stay with a woman for the rest of her life. I didn’t want to have that stop my sexual appetite and I felt safe with Kat. I couldn’t believe how much I was attracted to her, how much she dazzled me. I was still surprised by the sensual lust between us.

  I hit the freeway and soaked up the L.A. sunshine. Since meeting Kat, my life had changed. I had a feeling it was about to change quite a bit more with this revelation she’d unloaded over the phone.

  Kat was just about the most straight-forward person I’d ever met. She was also the most direct lover I’d ever had. My first female lover too. It was one surprise right after the other, with her in my life. I liked this, was getting used to it.

  I parked in her driveway, primped a bit while looking in my rearview mirror. Just a little bit of lip-gloss and voila. I pulled my curvy self up and out of my car and rapped on Kat’s screen door. Her door was open and I could hear her showering. I opened the screen door and let myself in.

  The smell of coffee lured me to her kitchen. I set about preparing myself a cup and then peeked into her bathroom, leaning against the doorway.

  “Kat, why are you leaving your front door unlocked?”

  “Tamsin! Get yourself some coffee.”

  “I already did, currently sipping on it. You didn’t answer my question, Kat.”

  “Serious? I live in Pasadena… It’s a safe area kiddo.”

  “Not the point, Kat. You’re naked, in your shower. Anyone could have snuck in here just like I did.”

  Kat pulled aside the shower curtain and peeked at me. Her beauty always took my breath away. “Ok, mama hen. I get it, I’m sorry. I am. Now get your ass in here so I can soap you up.”

  I giggled, “Kat, I already took a shower today.”

  “Doesn’t matter. Have you already had an orgasm today?”

  I almost spewed my coffee all over her bathroom. I shook my head, blushing. Kat always had a way of disarming me, bossing me around, commanding me about like some doll of hers.

  It was shameless. I was shameless. We were shameless. I loved it. Loved every minute of it.

  I peeled off my clothes and got into the shower with her. She didn’t waste any time pulling me into a lon
g, sensual kiss. Then she whirled me around, pressed me against the tiled shower wall and used her knee to spread my legs apart. My nipples were instantly hard from the chilly tile and they felt delicious smashed against the shower wall. She reached around me with a soapy washcloth and went straight for my groin.

  Once she’d rubbed me clean, she put aside the washcloth and explored my soapy pussy. She pinned my arms above my head, holding me at the wrists. Then she nudged my leg up so I would rest it on the bathtub edge. Her long elegant fingers danced into my fold, rubbing my nub and slipping inside of me.

  I fucking loved her hands.

  I moaned, aware of the fast pace at which I was coming. I hadn’t seen Kat all week and hadn’t played with any vibe toys. I was horny. I needed this. I needed her.

  She bit gently at my ear, my neck. “Such a naughty, naughty girl you are Miss Tamsin… Spreading your legs for Kat Lady…” She cooed into my ear.

  She had me panting and coming in no time. I grunt-screamed with pleasure, quivering and shaking against her, the shower wall.

  “Oh… My… God… Kat.”

  “You needed a quick fuck. I could smell it on ya as soon as you came in here.”

  “Apparently…” I sighed.

  She pulled me into another sensual kiss, then smacked my ass playfully and hopped out of the shower.

  I just stood there, stunned that ten minutes ago I had been fully clothed and now I was sopping wet in more ways than one.

  “Kat?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Don’t you want me to reciprocate the, um, favor?” I peeked out of the shower curtain.

  Kat was absorbed in lotioning up her entire body. Her entire, stunningly sexy, body…

  “Nawh, I just love ravishing you my chubby one. Finish up in there. We’ve got an inheritance to discuss.”

  “We? What?”

  “Tamsin, I’m gonna need help if I do this.”

  “If you do what?” I loved how she skipped right over the obvious and went straight to the point.

  Kat didn’t respond, ignoring my question. I finished rinsing myself off and turned off the shower. I stepped out of the shower and before I could grab a towel, Kat already had a fluffy beach-sized towel to dry me off with. She wrapped me in it lovingly and then grabbed another one to wrap up my hair in. She grabbed her moisturizer and began applying it to my face.

  I was mesmerized by how easy it was for her to just dote on me, tending to my toilette like I was some super-sized doll. She took her time, humming a sweet Russian ballad under her breath. I had no idea what the song was about, but I loved hearing her Russian accent.

  When she did this, I was trance-like.

  Relaxed, at ease. Peaceful.

  We both finished dressing in silence with the exception of her humming. I followed her lead into the kitchen where she made herself a cup of coffee. No sugar, but extra cream. Always.

  Kat leaned back against her kitchen counter and brought her coffee cup to her lips. “Mmmmmm…”

  She crossed her legs casually and I stared at them.

  I did this, all the time, despite myself. Kat’s legs were like ten miles long, contoured in the most luscious way possible. Defined feminine, muscular strength and grace. She sun-bathed just enough to maintain her gorgeous olive complexion. Kat never had any hair, anywhere, on her body – except for her head. She used the best and most expensive lotions and creams that money could buy and it showed.

  Once my gaze had made its way down to her pedicured toes, Kat was already on the move. We made our way to her outside patio and sat down to review the paperwork, sipping on our coffee. The morning sun was warming us both up. I wasn’t used to having Kat’s company on a weekend morning since she typically slept in until around noon’ish.

  We’d decided to not do our usual meet-up for studying and actually take a day off from life. Her life as a full-time law student and part-time stripping dancer at an exclusive gentleman’s club in Beverly Hills. Me, from my life as a full-time business student and part-time barista.

  We’d both not had a day to just play and rest in a while. I wasn’t so sure I liked this interruption she’d had, about an inheritance. Couldn’t she have been notified tomorrow? I was feeling greedy about our time together. I pushed aside my own selfish interests and read the letter.

  Sure enough, Kat had been bestowed her employer’s gentleman’s club along with all of the assets that came with it.

  “Wow. Those are kind words.” I was equally stunned. Who knew?

  “Right?”

  “Did you have any idea that he was this fond of you? Or that he found you to be the right person to carry on his business?” I asked.

  She hesitated, chewing a bit on her manicured thumb, her brows creased a bit with thinking. “I mean, I knew he was affectionate with me in a way that he wasn’t with most all of the other girls, but I had no idea…”

  “He really got you, Kat. Like, he understood you.”

  “You think so? You agree with what he says?”

  Her modesty surprised me, caught me off guard. Such a bold creature in some ways, but sincere in not recognizing how powerful her presence was on others.

  Ugly Duckling syndrome…

  Kat shrugged, “He did always tell me I was the smartest woman he’d ever met. But still… What the fuck would I know about running a club full of strippers?”

  I raised my eyebrows, “Don’t you mean, private dancers?”

  She smirked at me. “T-girl, you’re silly.”

  I liked it when she reduced my name down to the first letter. Somehow, coming from her, it was sexy.

  Kat reached for a cigarette. She was an occasional smoker, one of the few things that would relax her when she was too wound up or anxious. She inhaled deeply, blowing out the smoke of a Nat Sherman. She knew I disapproved, but she also didn’t listen.

  Kat does, what Kat wants. Period.

  “Kat, this is nuts. I mean, besides being a flattering gesture - this is a sizeable inheritance. He must have really thought highly of you, more than you knew.”

  She nodded, “I gather it has more to do with how I treated him than anything.”

  “And how was that?”

  “Like he was my Grand-Father.”

  “Smart.”

  “No, just real. I had no motive, just he was an old, lonely queen. I got him. I understood he had a woman inside him that wanted out.”

  She took another puff, savoring the inhale.

  “It probably helped that I would do his makeup from time to time. After hours. He’d be tipsy and most of the girls had gone home. He liked to play dress-up. I’d help him out, pick out costumes.”

  “Fascinating.” I said.

  “I really do think that if he had been born later, he would have elected gender re-assignment surgery.”

  “Seems that way, from what you’ve shared about him. Are you going to accept it, the inheritance?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. What do you think?”

  My eyebrows rose. “Well, is this something you want to do – or not?”

  “How the fuck would I know? I’m in law school. I dance. I don’t know how to run a strip club.”

  I chuckled. “Kat, he must have thought you could do it. Why not? Why not do this? Shit, how many people get this type of thing to fall in their lap?”

  Kat laughed outright. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t have the time Tamsin…”

  “Well, you could hire help and learn the ropes. Besides, I’ll help. I may not be a business manager yet but why not start here? I mean, how hard could it be?”

  Kat giggled, “Tamsin, I’ve never run a business, but for some reason, those sound like infamous words to me.”

  We both laughed. I reached out to her for a puff. I did this on occasion. There was just something so sexy about watching her smoke. As bad as I knew it was, she made it look delicious.

  The L.A. sunshine, the coffee waking
us up, the mellow vibe from the cigarette, the quickie in the shower…

  Suddenly, Kat stood. “Ok, if I’m going to consider doing this, I need to talk to Marty. But first, brunch. We need to eat. Can’t go waking up Marty til it’s a decent hour.”

  “Who’s Marty?”

  “He’s the main club bouncer, acts more like a security lead. He likes me, but he only tolerates most of the other dolls.”

  “Dolls?”

  “Yeah, dolls. It’s what I call all the gals at the club.”

  “Kat Lady’s Dolls.” I said it more to myself than out loud but it made Kat peer at me curiously.

  “Yeah, something like that now, I guess.”

  “I guess.”

  She downed the rest of her coffee, picked up her cell and her keys. She grabbed my hand, pulled me out of my seat and led me to her SUV, a cherry red Jeep Cherokee that I loved riding in.

  “Aren’t you going to lock up your place?”

  “Tamsin, its Pasadena.”

  “Still.” I protested.

  She opened the passenger door. “Get your sexy ass in the car.”

  I hopped in. What Kat wants, Kat gets.

  Including me.

  { MARTY }

  Kat and her girl were sitting across from Marty.

  Kat had called him and asked him to join them at the café where they were having brunch in Santa Monica. He lived close by and didn’t see any reason not to. After eating and shooting the shit, it was obvious that Kat was eager to discuss something important with him.

  Besides, what if they were up to something, naughty? Why else was Kat contacting him?

  The two of them together, was a vexing picture of eye candy. Marty found them both sexy. Each was in casual mode. Kat wore a pair of skin-tight jeans, a bright, hot pink cotton cami and a yellow bra peeking out everywhere. Her auburn-haired, plus-size lover, Tamsin, was spilling out in all the best ways, but seemed oblivious to her cute big-girl sex appeal.

  Opposites do indeed attract. Marty thought to himself, his mind roaming.