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sucked my mouth with hers, letting me taste my own juices. The idea didn’t disgust me, as I thought it might – I was still too deep in the afterglow to be bothered by anything. Finally, after teasing my tongue with hers the same way she had tickled my clitoris, she stepped back and wrapped herself in her dress again. She picked up the velvet pants and ran her tongue along the inside of the crotch, looking up at me with a dark grin through my glistening fluids and her slightly smudged-up make-up.
    “Better buy the pants now that you’ve cum in them,” she said with a hearty slap to my ass. “I need to rush to a hairdresser appointment, but you enjoy the rest of the day, darling. Come back to the Klub after five if you need anything else.”
    “That...was incredible,” I croaked, barely able to think.
    “The feeling is mutual, darling. We must do this another time. I can’t wait to have you straddle me again tonight. I’m going to be so hot and bothered.” Her body fluttered with a little shudder and she crushed a fifty mark note into my hand. “Remember – nine o’clock for ten. I’ll need to show you the intimate backstage details first.”
    “Nine for ten,” I repeated, mechanically. It meant nothing to me. I was too busy staring after her irresistible wiggle as she shook her velvet dress and disappeared through the heavy curtains back out into the real world.
    I just stood there, trying to gather my thoughts but they kept scattering away from me like frightened sparrows. I couldn’t grasp anything. My body was still surging with the waves of excitement, desire, pleasure and other warming, thrilling sensations I couldn’t even describe. I wanted to cry and scream and laugh all at once. I turned to the mirror again, imagining Olivia creeping up behind me once more, and my hips convulsed as I felt another climax on the way. I squeezed the swollen tip of my clitoris and heard my girl cum drizzle on to the carpet in little spitting spatterings. What the hell had she done to me?
    I didn’t know, but I wanted more of it. But first I had to return to reality, as dry and unwelcoming as that concept was.
    Back home in the apartment, I could barely control my actions. I tripped and stumbled up the stone steps to the front door, nearly fell before I reached the landing, and needed four attempts to get the key in the lock because my hands were shaking so much.
    I bashed the front door shut behind me and flattened myself against it, my chest heaving and my heart stampeding like a herd of rhinos. That hadn’t really all just happened to me, had it?
    A little black shape formed itself out of the shadows at the other end of the hall and moved cautiously towards me.
    “Aww, Boris,” I sighed, and crouched down so that the cat could launch himself into my arms, “I’m sorry I was out so long. Did you miss me?”
    The way his claws sank deep into my arms told me that my absence hadn’t been appreciated, and I was now being made to suffer – but just a little bit, enough to remind me who the boss really was.
    I had found him as a kitten in the street one night and asked my mother if I could keep him. She reluctantly agreed, on the condition I looked after him. I called him Boris after Karloff, the horror film actor, because he had strange big bulging eyes – and one was blue and the other green. Well, it made sense to me at the age of thirteen, anyway, and when it came time to move out, Boris came with me without any need for coercion. He knew I was his mother, and he would go wherever I went, even if it was to the ends of the earth. As it was, three hours’ train journey into the big city was far enough for the pair of us at that time. The reason I had chosen this apartment in the more grimy, 19th-Century quarter of the city was because Boris made himself at home in the middle of the bed and went to sleep immediately, the first place I’d looked at where he hadn’t seemed spooked. My landlady, Mrs. Groenenberg,