The Littel Red Notebook: The Bowery Hotel
THE LITTLE RED NOTEBOOK: THE BOWERY HOTEL
Back at my office desk I read the new entry in the precious little red notebook.
So, you have set a trap for me. Now the stakes rise accordingly. You have been courageous and make for very tempting prey. If you are willing to proceed, I promise that I will make it worth all of your effort. I warn you the challenge will test your limits and require you to be committed to me. Your move.
Oh, and no more trix kitty. Return the book back to its proper shelf in the Mysterious Bookshop.
I am a bit upset at the response but the stakeout plan with Jenny at her newsstand failed and I still know nothing about this clue girl. Did she call me kitty?? I must admit that my curiosity is at its peak, and curiosity won’t kill this cat! My hand moves over my arm. Goosebumps all over! I have to find this mystery girl! I write an apology on the following page and tell her I will be a good kitty.
To My Sexy Venus,
I am sorry I left your red notebook at the newsstand on Spring St. That was my mistake. It did confirm that you are very sneaky like a cat. I see you as a Chartreux. Your blueish gray fur constantly needs licking, and I will gladly do it!
Your Very Obedient Kitty,
Meow
I close the little red notebook and open my laptop.
There is an unread message from my girlfriend Nova.
Hey soul sister, let’s have lunch! ?
I respond:
Sure baby girl. Where?
At that sushi place Inoue where your boss ate your pussy!
Fuck! That’s expensive and she did not give me cunnilingus!
You’re right on both accounts lol. How about Anejo on Church St?
You mean that upscale Mexican restaurant??
Yes, for my upscale gf
Si, soy muy caliente lol
As my paws put my smartphone back in my purse, I notice it’s nearly 9 am. I finish my morning coffee and use the little girl’s room. Now it’s 8:57 am and I walk into Ellen’s office to see if she needs anything.
“Oh, hi, Sarah. I have a conference call at nine. Could you be so kind and refill my cup?” her blue eyes framed by her stylish short blonde hair softens her imposing figure. She’s too nice to be authoritarian. At least not to kittens, like me.
She extends her arm holding her cup so I don’t have to walk around her desk. I bet she’s naked from the waist down. Sarah! Such dirty thoughts. Meow.
At 9:07 I’m back in her office after quietly locking the door. I set her full cup of hot coffee down on her desk and walk across the room to the Luxe armchair. The seat cushion is silk upholstery with a striped pattern and the back is a soft velvet with rivets creating that elegant diamond pattern. My small butt barely sinks into the firm, but comfortable cushion. I recline back against the velvet diamonds and begin tapping my smartphone. (Yes, dear reader, I grabbed it when I went out to get more coffee.)
Ellen is intently watching her screen and has the conference call on speaker so I can follow along.
“Betty, did the EPA give us the reports on the water treatment facility near the property?”
“Yes, they did.”
“Ellen, have you faxed the pertinent forms regarding the liens?”
“Yes, I did that yesterday,” my boss answers, she lifts her head in my direction and gives me that boring look.
I begin tapping on my phone:
It’s hot in here…
I wait till her eyes appear above her monitor and I begin undressing. My dark blue bra shows under my white blouse, but now a few buttons let me pull it a bit to the side. I look down to see the top of my chest exposed. I giggle.
Ellen texts back:
Stop it!
No
I pull my blouse up out of my short gray plaid skirt and begin unbuttoning the rest.
You should listen to your elders
I don’t respond, instead I throw my white blouse over the armrest. I lean forward and cup my babies, squeezing them together without popping them out of my dark blue bra.
You’re incorrigible!
I look down at my phone to read her message. I look back up in her direction and purse my thin red lips. Kissing the air. Kissing my boss.
I turn around to pick up my phone on the Luxe armchair. This exposes my butt. A lot of it. I turn back around and catch Ellen watching me and not her monitor.
Did you see my panties? They match my bra. I bet you want to sniff them!
Ellen lets out an audible gasp. One of the conference participants asks if she is all right.
“Oh, yes. Something caught in my throat, sorry,” she expertly recovers.
I tap another message as I kick my shoes across the tile floor.
And I bet you’re not wearing panties!
I watch Ellen look down at her phone. Her jaw drops. She forgets the others can see her face on the video call.
“Is everything ok, Ellen?” I hear one of the senior partners express a bit of concern.
“Yes, of course,” her facial features have returned to normal. My boss, the consummate pro.
I tap one last message:
Time for me to investigate my suspicions…
I turn and toss my smartphone onto the Luxe chair. It bounces a few times before coming to a rest on that silk, firm but soft cushion. My phone enjoys the luxury.
I make my way over in my white stockings. Trying to give that sexy bra look saunter. My feet feel the cool tile as I approach her desk. I place my hands on the edge and lean over. Biting my lip.
We listen a moment longer to the conference call. Boring. I wait till Ellen looks back up. Then I disappear from her view.
As a senior exec drones on and on about easements and collateral this and collateral that, I pull off her expensive dress flats and smell them. Fuck. Rich. Sexy rich. My hands move over her bare legs. No stockings. Her hand tries to push me away. Soft meows. My hands soon realize her skirt is obstructing my goal. I target her feet instead. Lifting her right bare foot, I suck on her big toe. Making sure I’m a good quiet kitten. My tongue rolls over the five little toes. My hand begins to tickle her sensitive arch. This makes her stand up.
“Ellen, do you need to go somewhere?” one of the video callers asks.
“Oh, no. Just stretching, sorry. Forgot to do my morning exercise and my body is telling me,” she responds with utmost courtesy.
“You need to take off your skirt!” I whisper, hoping I’m not heard on the conference call.
Ellen puts a finger to her lips to shush me, then adjusts her monitor so the webcam aims up at her face. She reaches behind her back and unzips her skirt. It silently drops around her bare feet under her desk.
Just as I suspected she came to work today without any panties. But I’m still shocked, as I let out a gasp.
“Ooooh!”
“Quiet, you little b**st,” Ellen hisses.
“Say, Ellen, what is going on there?” a senior exec chuckles.
“Nothing, Laurent. I forgot to close my office door. There seems to be extra foot traffic this morning outside my office, sorry.” Ellen glares down at me when she mentions the word “foot”.
I stare at her kitten. The little tuft of golden blonde hair gives the impression it hides a treasure. Which it does! Her pink labia majora rest silently, waiting for my cat’s tongue.
Ellen sits back down, moving her monitor with the same motion to keep her face in the video call frame.
Finally! I meow to myself. I move closer, putting my paws on her soft, creamy white thighs. Pushing them wider on her chair. Give me that pussy, I growl to myself! I can only imagine what my boss is thinking right now. Definitely not about the liens on the property of interest in this video call.
A few short flicks of the tip of my wet tongue. I wait. Yes, her almost inaudible sigh. I resume. My fingers spread her outer lips as my cat tongue cleans her inner walls. Somehow Ellen remains still and continues to answer questions during the conference call. My boss is so good!
I pull on her little blonde pubes and see her clit rise to greet my lips. Kiss! That’s it boss, give it to me! My tongue presses over it. I wait. Then again. Over it. I wait. Then again. Over it. And finally another sigh, this time almost too loud. Was it overheard by her senior partners?
I want to be a good kitty and not get her in trouble, but wearing no panties is begging for attention. She squeezes her thighs against my face and her hands push my head down onto her golden fleece.
“Fuck! You’re a bad kitty!” she whispers.
I can only do one thing in this position: LICK!
Don’t blame me! Ellen wants this! I know it!!
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” she can’t control her voice, her moans are super loud.
I stop and look up, anxious.
“Don’t worry, Sarah, I put the call on mute. I’m not stupid!” her voice cracking with delight!
We hear the callers sign off as the conference ends. Ellen closes her laptop and I immediately push her chair against the wall. My hands keep her thighs wide apart and her hands keep my mouth where it belongs: on her pretty pussy!
“You’re bad,” I say between licks. “Not wearing panties to work. You’re a lawyer! Act like one!!! Or do you want me to spank you this time?!??” I heatedly ask.
“Yes,” her voice barely registers.
“Stand up,” I order her as I move away from her chair and get on my feet.
Ellen stands up, naked from the waist down.
“Now bend over your desk.”
Ellen obeys. Her little white butt presents itself to me. Her skillful associate. I position myself up next to her and she quickly feels my little hand slapping her butt cheeks.
“Think of your senior execs talking to you as your little kitty was eating your wet vagina,” I meow.
I make sure she gets a few more well-placed smacks before I target another area.
“Fuck! Sarah!!! I needed this! That call was so boring,” every word is given in staccato as my tiny little hand slaps her ass.
“You’re welcome, boss. But I think you need more,” and with that, I place my hand at the back of her neck and push her face down onto her desk.
Her legs are together, and her vulva sticks out. I look down and see her naughty girl juices coating them. I push two fingers in. Super quick and easy. My boss is a slut, just like me! My fingers work their way deep inside. Ellen can’t contain herself. I never heard her moan so much!
“You’re a naughty little schoolgirl, just like me,” I say.
“Yes!” she practically screams in retort.
“Show me you want it!” I enthusiastically respond, loving this game we play.
Ellen pushes back on my hand. I hold it still, so she moves forward, then back again. Soon she understands that she must work for it. I watch her ride my fingers, her little white butt moving back and forth over them, as they fill her wet pussy. Loud squishy sounds bounce off her office walls.
“God, did you lock the door?” Ellen asks.
“No,” I lie, and giggle.
“FUCK!” she whispers.
“You better cum quickly, you slut!” I tease my boss.
A few more powerful rhythmic hip thrusts from Ellen and she releases herself on my fingers.
Silence fills her office. Heavy breathing. I let Ellen lick my fingers. She earned it.
I slowly saunter back to the Luxe armchair and retrieve my blouse. I button it up and tuck it into my short skirt. Ellen has already zipped up her skirt and hands me my shoes that I kicked across the floor. No words are spoken. Our eye contact says it all. We are both completely satisfied. I slip my shoes back on and exit.
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The senorita places a big bowl of chips on our table. Her black hair pulled back revealing her dark eyebrows and round cheeks and rosy lips that smile at us. I watch her walk away, her long Mexican skirt flowing with bright reds and yellows.
We each grab a tortilla chip, extra-large and crispy dusted with spices. Nova dips hers in red salsa, I go for salsa verde.
Crunch! We both giggle and catch the pieces that fall into our hands. Crunch!
“So, what have you been doing for Ellen today?” Nova asks me.
“Nothing,” as I grab another tortilla chip.
My smile gives me away.
“Ok, tell me,” as Nova eats another chip. Crunch!!
“I, ah, assisted her with the video conference call,” I lick my fingertips and grab another chip.
“So was I. My boss let me listen in too. Wait, I was hearing Ellen having a bit of difficulty on her end. Like she was being distracted,” crunch! Nova licks her fingers and stares at me.
“Oh, here comes our food!” I watch the senorita bring our orders on a platter over her shoulder.
She places a dish in front of Nova: a carne asada torta filled with chopped grilled hanger steak, avocado crema, Oaxacan cheese, oyster mayonnaise, seasoned cabbage, and baked beans.
She then leans over giving me a view down her blouse (why me?!?) and places my dish down: the empanada de camaron filled with shrimp, broken rice, chipotle, tomato, queso chihuahua, and avocado crema for dipping, ummmmm.
After a few moments of silence as we dig into our lunch food, Nova resumes our thread.
“So tell me little girl, why was Ellen distracted?”
I lick my fingers trying to stall, but the mere act gave Nova dirty thoughts.
“No way!” she exclaims.
“What?” I ask clueless. Then I realize what I’m doing. Fuck!
“Where were you during the call?”
“Under her desk,” I giggle.
“Fuck. If you ever become a junior partner, let me be your legal assistant,” Nova pleads in a teasing way.
“Of course! However, I’ll need a specially designed chair that lets you lick my ass, cos that’s what you enjoy doing for me,” I meow.
“You know it, sister!” and we both giggle.
As we finish our meal, I update Nova about the little red notebook and that I need to return it to the bookshop right after lunch. We kiss goodbye outside the restaurant and I make my way to Warren St. As usual, the black cat greets me as I make my way to the correct aisle and return the notebook to its proper place on the shelf.
The next evening, I go back to the store but the notebook is not there. Hmm, seems our owner takes it home to write in it before placing it back. But this was a long trip for nothing and I pet the black cat for luck and make my way back home in the cold winter night. I beginning to think she, or he at this point, was mad at me and gave up. Probably for the best anyway, most likely just a weirdo or maybe a k** playing a prank. All night I keep thinking about clue girl, the mystery. When I finally do sleep, Morpheus gives me a vision of her. I feel her spectral image controlling me and filling me with passion. I wake up sweaty under my heavy covers. So, this is what a wet dream is like. Meow.
It’s Friday and I barely get through the day’s work, then a few more last-minute documents to gather and some to file before the weekend. I’m running around like mad hatter and only thinking about how I can get back to the bookstore and check for the red notebook.
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“Meow.”
“Yes, Salem you can jump up on my lap,” I tell my own black cat as I sit on my couch.
I have the vital notebook in my hands and my heart in my throat. I slowly open it and turn to the page I’m looking for. The elegant cursive writing gives me a new dare. Something that may be outside of my comfort zone.
I will test your faithfulness and skill under pressure. You will have intercourse with a stranger in public! I have arranged the meeting. Saturday at 10 AM sharp! You will find a young lady in the Grand room of the Bowery Hotel by the fireplace. She will be reading The Garden of Lilith. You are tasked with satisfying the young lady, not in a chartered room but within the Bowery. I dare you!
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After waking up early Saturday morning, I have a long conversation with Salem while she eats her Fancy Feast turkey in gravy, ummm. As my coffee brews, she has talked me into accepting the dare. See, it’s as simple as that, meow.
The weather is too cold for one of my lil dresses, so I pull on a dark tan cable knit sweater and some beige pants. I had been daring myself since finding this little red notebook and have not been wearing panties sometimes to work. Somehow, I avoided Nova or Jenny finding out! But Ellen did, meow.
I step off the bus in my blue Asics and walk the short distance to The Bowery Hotel. Once inside I try to act normal, but I am anxious and unsure of myself. But the suspense adds to my excitement and I look down at my light beige pants wishing I had some nice cotton absorbing panties. Great, way to go, Sarah, I laugh to myself. I walk past the lobby desk, a crowded room full of people going in all directions. I notice a room off to the side. As I enter, I see no fireplace and turn around. Then I make my way past the lobby desk in the other direction. I immediately hear and feel a roaring fire. Wow, the room is beautiful and warm. This must be the Grand room.
I’m relieved it’s not that crowded, but anyone could walk in at any time. Public, right? The floors are covered in exquisite patterned carpets. The kind you would import from India. Like Saree silk and Mahal designs, I’m sure all hand woven. There are clusters of chairs around tables and a sofa or two to define space. The room ends with a rise of 3 steps where a Grand piano (hence, the name?) sits and two large French doors open onto a terrace. For warmer weather, I assume. The walls and ceiling have dark wood paneling to provide a muted and discreet atmosphere.
I scan the posh room again and notice two ladies reading on the plush couches on either side of the dancing fire. One in a dark green blazer with matching slacks. She has pearl earrings and an expensive looking pearl necklace that rests above her ample chest. Her reading material is a large binder that looks like business documents. The other one is younger with glasses. Gives me the impression of a timid, quiet librarian, in a sexy way. She’s holding a big old hardcover book with gilded edges. Her eyes never leave page she is reading. This must be the one, I smirk.
As I sit next to the librarian, she straightens her skirt and clears her throat. I look at my smartphone but don’t turn it on. With the black screen, I tilt it, using it like a reflecting surface to show me the two ladies of interest. So I’m supposed to… what? Well, let me offer a hint. While holding my phone with my right hand, I move my left underneath my tan sweater and up over my breasts. I locate my right nipple and roll it between my fingers. I check the reflective screen on my phone and notice the businesswoman giving me a startled look. I quickly remove my left hand and keep staring at my phone. Fuck! That was stupid. What was I thinking?
The businesswoman packs up and leaves. We both look up and watch her, then turn to each other. Timid librarian quickly averts her eyes and returns to reading her large tome. She is not really stunning, but cute in a way. The glasses seem to annoy her as she keeps adjusting them. It makes me giggle even though my heart is racing.
I reach over and place my hand on her knee then up a few inches to feel the texture of her dark wool skirt. No reaction. I gently grasp the hem and start to lift it. She pushes my hand away. Is this the wrong girl? I turn as red as the velvet curtains hanging by the French doors. She points to my purse. I look down at my small black Christian Louboutin clutch bag that Ellen gave me for… well, we all know why. I’m such a good assistant. Meow. But I’m not about to tell her that. I look back up at her and she is smiling. I guess she likes expensive things. We sit in silence for a moment. I start to move my hand back to her skirt, but she stops me, again. But this time, she leans over and brings her lips within inches of mine. Then unexpectedly she stands up, holding my hand. I rise to meet her. She turns and walks out of the Grand room.
I follow this timid, but interesting librarian. Her black casual shoes with rubber soles make no sound on the carpet. She is very petite, maybe five feet two, three inches at best. Her wavy raven hair moves over her shoulder blades. She turns to make sure I am following. If I had a cat’s tail it would be standing up. I meow to myself.
She leads me to the ladies’ room and stands in front of the sinks set into the marble counter. She looks at herself the mirror then I see her reflection looking at me. I don’t know what to do. So I begin.
“I’m Sarah. It’s nice to meet you.”
See keeps looking at me but says nothing.
“What’s your name?” I ask her.
She looks bothered then moves her hands. She is signing something… Oh my, she is deaf! She pulls out a pad and writes: “I don’t have all day”
This revelation begins to sink in, but my mind is still spinning. She looks down and starts to turn away. Without thinking I reach out holding her by the cheeks and plant a firm kiss on her pale pink lips. Now she is motionless and staring at me. Again, I move in and kiss her. I feel her hands touch my hips. I use my tongue to part her lips and feel the smooth enamel of her teeth. Her hands move up and around my back as she relaxes and lets her own tongue taste mine. I push her back against the marble, pin her in place and move my hands down the back of her wool skirt, cupping her little butt. She moves her hands down to my waist and up under my tan cable knit sweater. I am kneading her small butt through the fabric and moving my mouth to her neck allowing us both to breathe again.
I feel tremors in my tummy as her finger tips send sparks like static electricity over my abdomen. She moans, a bit too loudly and I attribute that to the deafness. I put a finger over her lips then let that finger drag off her chin, down her neck, over the tightly buttoned shirt collar, and moves diagonally toward her nipple poking out. I open my hand over her pert breast, the size of g****fruit. Her hands move up under my sweater to my bare breast sending jolts of lighting through me. She cups my babies and I feel her delicate fingers pinch my already hard nipples. The heat in the room is rising fast, and between my thighs even faster. I find the zipper and pull her wool skirt down to reveal a tight sexy ass in the mirror. What I don’t see are panties. Meow. I grab the petite librarian and lift while she pushes off the floor and sits on the counter. I said the room was hot, true, but the marble counter that her bare ass just sat on was cold. I get a loud squeal so I quickly cover her mouth with mine to keep her quiet. We both watch her skirt drop to the floor and her black rubber sole shoes dangle against the counter.
I push my body between her knees opening her legs. The back of my hand brushes her warm inner thighs as it slowly moves closer to the protruding petals of a budding flower. My fingertips make contact and her head bows down and gulps in a breath of air. I glide over the folds of her labia that are saturated with her natural lubrication. She plants the palms of her hands on the counter and wiggles her hips, spreading her legs wider for me. I put my thumb on the bud of the flower and apply pressure while still moving rhythmically and her hips follow in unison. She starts to anxiously shake up and down. I slide my fingers down along her slit then plunge two deep into her garden. Her head snaps back and her glasses reflect the room lights. She arches her back and inhales deeply causing her g****fruit breasts to press against mine.
I thrust my fingers in deep. Then out. In and out. In and out. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Unrelenting, making squishy sounds as I fuck the beautiful pink flower and drill like a bee for the sweet nectar. She covers her mouth and watches in total amazement. Her hips meet my hand thrusts. Then her thighs slam shut on my arm, she drops her hand as I see her mouth wide open, her eyes tightly shut. My fingers curl inside and the walls of her pussy clamp my fingers so hard I’m afraid I may lose them. She bites her lips and grunts, over and over, a sound I haven’t ever heard from my other lovers, but fully understand why her tonality differs. Truly a sight and sound to behold. Meow.
As her orgasm subsides, she starts to breathe again and opens her eyes that are now leaking tears. She looks at me hungrily but with a satisfied look on her face. I pull my fingers from the ransacked garden and bring the sweet honey nectar to my lips. I poke one inside and seductively suck it clean. With the other finger I rub my lips as if applying lipstick, then I kiss my petite bespectacled raven librarian. Seductively she licked her lips.
We both look down at the dew-covered petals of her flower. I bend down and kiss her thigh. Another kiss, and closer to the source of the fragrance filling the air. A lick. And another lick. And another lick. And another lick. I’m just about to clean the juices from those puffy lips when I hear a thud. Then voices and footsteps. Shit! I grab her skirt and pull it up over her dangling legs then lift her petite body down from the counter just as the footsteps draw closer. At first, my deaf librarian is bewildered but then she sees the two old ladies walking into the room. When they enter the stalls she breaks out with a snort. I see myself in the mirror, beet red, then I laugh too. We quickly clean up and exit the restroom.
I am so horny but don’t know where we can go. I try to talk to her, and I still want to know her name. She brings out her notepad and I read her message of thanks for a happy morning but she has to go. I write down asking for her name. I read her response: A Stranger.
As she starts to walk past the lobby desk heading for the exit. I run after her and write on the notepad: I know people who live without one of their senses have a heightened acuity with the other senses. Do you feel more when you are, are you more sensitive down there?”
I hand the notepad back to her and watch her read it. She looks up at me with a mischievous wink and beautiful smile. I watch my librarian, the stranger, turn and exit the hotel.
I return to the Grand room and sit in front of the fire amongst the rich dark paneled wood and plush furniture and write in the little red notebook.
I completed your dare. You must accept that I am serious and worthy. Now you must give me something. Your name! But after your test don’t think I will let it be that easy. You must come to my office at the law building. Let’s say, 10 AM Tuesday. Go to the conference room 4E on the fourth floor to present yourself. Oh, and don’t be surprised if I undress you before you leave to satisfy my cat’s curiosity!
I add the address of the law building in the notebook and travel to the Mysterious Bookshop to place it back on the shelf.
Back at my office desk I read the new entry in the precious little red notebook.
So, you have set a trap for me. Now the stakes rise accordingly. You have been courageous and make for very tempting prey. If you are willing to proceed, I promise that I will make it worth all of your effort. I warn you the challenge will test your limits and require you to be committed to me. Your move.
Oh, and no more trix kitty. Return the book back to its proper shelf in the Mysterious Bookshop.
I am a bit upset at the response but the stakeout plan with Jenny at her newsstand failed and I still know nothing about this clue girl. Did she call me kitty?? I must admit that my curiosity is at its peak, and curiosity won’t kill this cat! My hand moves over my arm. Goosebumps all over! I have to find this mystery girl! I write an apology on the following page and tell her I will be a good kitty.
To My Sexy Venus,
I am sorry I left your red notebook at the newsstand on Spring St. That was my mistake. It did confirm that you are very sneaky like a cat. I see you as a Chartreux. Your blueish gray fur constantly needs licking, and I will gladly do it!
Your Very Obedient Kitty,
Meow
I close the little red notebook and open my laptop.
There is an unread message from my girlfriend Nova.
Hey soul sister, let’s have lunch! ?
I respond:
Sure baby girl. Where?
At that sushi place Inoue where your boss ate your pussy!
Fuck! That’s expensive and she did not give me cunnilingus!
You’re right on both accounts lol. How about Anejo on Church St?
You mean that upscale Mexican restaurant??
Yes, for my upscale gf
Si, soy muy caliente lol
As my paws put my smartphone back in my purse, I notice it’s nearly 9 am. I finish my morning coffee and use the little girl’s room. Now it’s 8:57 am and I walk into Ellen’s office to see if she needs anything.
“Oh, hi, Sarah. I have a conference call at nine. Could you be so kind and refill my cup?” her blue eyes framed by her stylish short blonde hair softens her imposing figure. She’s too nice to be authoritarian. At least not to kittens, like me.
She extends her arm holding her cup so I don’t have to walk around her desk. I bet she’s naked from the waist down. Sarah! Such dirty thoughts. Meow.
At 9:07 I’m back in her office after quietly locking the door. I set her full cup of hot coffee down on her desk and walk across the room to the Luxe armchair. The seat cushion is silk upholstery with a striped pattern and the back is a soft velvet with rivets creating that elegant diamond pattern. My small butt barely sinks into the firm, but comfortable cushion. I recline back against the velvet diamonds and begin tapping my smartphone. (Yes, dear reader, I grabbed it when I went out to get more coffee.)
Ellen is intently watching her screen and has the conference call on speaker so I can follow along.
“Betty, did the EPA give us the reports on the water treatment facility near the property?”
“Yes, they did.”
“Ellen, have you faxed the pertinent forms regarding the liens?”
“Yes, I did that yesterday,” my boss answers, she lifts her head in my direction and gives me that boring look.
I begin tapping on my phone:
It’s hot in here…
I wait till her eyes appear above her monitor and I begin undressing. My dark blue bra shows under my white blouse, but now a few buttons let me pull it a bit to the side. I look down to see the top of my chest exposed. I giggle.
Ellen texts back:
Stop it!
No
I pull my blouse up out of my short gray plaid skirt and begin unbuttoning the rest.
You should listen to your elders
I don’t respond, instead I throw my white blouse over the armrest. I lean forward and cup my babies, squeezing them together without popping them out of my dark blue bra.
You’re incorrigible!
I look down at my phone to read her message. I look back up in her direction and purse my thin red lips. Kissing the air. Kissing my boss.
I turn around to pick up my phone on the Luxe armchair. This exposes my butt. A lot of it. I turn back around and catch Ellen watching me and not her monitor.
Did you see my panties? They match my bra. I bet you want to sniff them!
Ellen lets out an audible gasp. One of the conference participants asks if she is all right.
“Oh, yes. Something caught in my throat, sorry,” she expertly recovers.
I tap another message as I kick my shoes across the tile floor.
And I bet you’re not wearing panties!
I watch Ellen look down at her phone. Her jaw drops. She forgets the others can see her face on the video call.
“Is everything ok, Ellen?” I hear one of the senior partners express a bit of concern.
“Yes, of course,” her facial features have returned to normal. My boss, the consummate pro.
I tap one last message:
Time for me to investigate my suspicions…
I turn and toss my smartphone onto the Luxe chair. It bounces a few times before coming to a rest on that silk, firm but soft cushion. My phone enjoys the luxury.
I make my way over in my white stockings. Trying to give that sexy bra look saunter. My feet feel the cool tile as I approach her desk. I place my hands on the edge and lean over. Biting my lip.
We listen a moment longer to the conference call. Boring. I wait till Ellen looks back up. Then I disappear from her view.
As a senior exec drones on and on about easements and collateral this and collateral that, I pull off her expensive dress flats and smell them. Fuck. Rich. Sexy rich. My hands move over her bare legs. No stockings. Her hand tries to push me away. Soft meows. My hands soon realize her skirt is obstructing my goal. I target her feet instead. Lifting her right bare foot, I suck on her big toe. Making sure I’m a good quiet kitten. My tongue rolls over the five little toes. My hand begins to tickle her sensitive arch. This makes her stand up.
“Ellen, do you need to go somewhere?” one of the video callers asks.
“Oh, no. Just stretching, sorry. Forgot to do my morning exercise and my body is telling me,” she responds with utmost courtesy.
“You need to take off your skirt!” I whisper, hoping I’m not heard on the conference call.
Ellen puts a finger to her lips to shush me, then adjusts her monitor so the webcam aims up at her face. She reaches behind her back and unzips her skirt. It silently drops around her bare feet under her desk.
Just as I suspected she came to work today without any panties. But I’m still shocked, as I let out a gasp.
“Ooooh!”
“Quiet, you little b**st,” Ellen hisses.
“Say, Ellen, what is going on there?” a senior exec chuckles.
“Nothing, Laurent. I forgot to close my office door. There seems to be extra foot traffic this morning outside my office, sorry.” Ellen glares down at me when she mentions the word “foot”.
I stare at her kitten. The little tuft of golden blonde hair gives the impression it hides a treasure. Which it does! Her pink labia majora rest silently, waiting for my cat’s tongue.
Ellen sits back down, moving her monitor with the same motion to keep her face in the video call frame.
Finally! I meow to myself. I move closer, putting my paws on her soft, creamy white thighs. Pushing them wider on her chair. Give me that pussy, I growl to myself! I can only imagine what my boss is thinking right now. Definitely not about the liens on the property of interest in this video call.
A few short flicks of the tip of my wet tongue. I wait. Yes, her almost inaudible sigh. I resume. My fingers spread her outer lips as my cat tongue cleans her inner walls. Somehow Ellen remains still and continues to answer questions during the conference call. My boss is so good!
I pull on her little blonde pubes and see her clit rise to greet my lips. Kiss! That’s it boss, give it to me! My tongue presses over it. I wait. Then again. Over it. I wait. Then again. Over it. And finally another sigh, this time almost too loud. Was it overheard by her senior partners?
I want to be a good kitty and not get her in trouble, but wearing no panties is begging for attention. She squeezes her thighs against my face and her hands push my head down onto her golden fleece.
“Fuck! You’re a bad kitty!” she whispers.
I can only do one thing in this position: LICK!
Don’t blame me! Ellen wants this! I know it!!
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” she can’t control her voice, her moans are super loud.
I stop and look up, anxious.
“Don’t worry, Sarah, I put the call on mute. I’m not stupid!” her voice cracking with delight!
We hear the callers sign off as the conference ends. Ellen closes her laptop and I immediately push her chair against the wall. My hands keep her thighs wide apart and her hands keep my mouth where it belongs: on her pretty pussy!
“You’re bad,” I say between licks. “Not wearing panties to work. You’re a lawyer! Act like one!!! Or do you want me to spank you this time?!??” I heatedly ask.
“Yes,” her voice barely registers.
“Stand up,” I order her as I move away from her chair and get on my feet.
Ellen stands up, naked from the waist down.
“Now bend over your desk.”
Ellen obeys. Her little white butt presents itself to me. Her skillful associate. I position myself up next to her and she quickly feels my little hand slapping her butt cheeks.
“Think of your senior execs talking to you as your little kitty was eating your wet vagina,” I meow.
I make sure she gets a few more well-placed smacks before I target another area.
“Fuck! Sarah!!! I needed this! That call was so boring,” every word is given in staccato as my tiny little hand slaps her ass.
“You’re welcome, boss. But I think you need more,” and with that, I place my hand at the back of her neck and push her face down onto her desk.
Her legs are together, and her vulva sticks out. I look down and see her naughty girl juices coating them. I push two fingers in. Super quick and easy. My boss is a slut, just like me! My fingers work their way deep inside. Ellen can’t contain herself. I never heard her moan so much!
“You’re a naughty little schoolgirl, just like me,” I say.
“Yes!” she practically screams in retort.
“Show me you want it!” I enthusiastically respond, loving this game we play.
Ellen pushes back on my hand. I hold it still, so she moves forward, then back again. Soon she understands that she must work for it. I watch her ride my fingers, her little white butt moving back and forth over them, as they fill her wet pussy. Loud squishy sounds bounce off her office walls.
“God, did you lock the door?” Ellen asks.
“No,” I lie, and giggle.
“FUCK!” she whispers.
“You better cum quickly, you slut!” I tease my boss.
A few more powerful rhythmic hip thrusts from Ellen and she releases herself on my fingers.
Silence fills her office. Heavy breathing. I let Ellen lick my fingers. She earned it.
I slowly saunter back to the Luxe armchair and retrieve my blouse. I button it up and tuck it into my short skirt. Ellen has already zipped up her skirt and hands me my shoes that I kicked across the floor. No words are spoken. Our eye contact says it all. We are both completely satisfied. I slip my shoes back on and exit.
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The senorita places a big bowl of chips on our table. Her black hair pulled back revealing her dark eyebrows and round cheeks and rosy lips that smile at us. I watch her walk away, her long Mexican skirt flowing with bright reds and yellows.
We each grab a tortilla chip, extra-large and crispy dusted with spices. Nova dips hers in red salsa, I go for salsa verde.
Crunch! We both giggle and catch the pieces that fall into our hands. Crunch!
“So, what have you been doing for Ellen today?” Nova asks me.
“Nothing,” as I grab another tortilla chip.
My smile gives me away.
“Ok, tell me,” as Nova eats another chip. Crunch!!
“I, ah, assisted her with the video conference call,” I lick my fingertips and grab another chip.
“So was I. My boss let me listen in too. Wait, I was hearing Ellen having a bit of difficulty on her end. Like she was being distracted,” crunch! Nova licks her fingers and stares at me.
“Oh, here comes our food!” I watch the senorita bring our orders on a platter over her shoulder.
She places a dish in front of Nova: a carne asada torta filled with chopped grilled hanger steak, avocado crema, Oaxacan cheese, oyster mayonnaise, seasoned cabbage, and baked beans.
She then leans over giving me a view down her blouse (why me?!?) and places my dish down: the empanada de camaron filled with shrimp, broken rice, chipotle, tomato, queso chihuahua, and avocado crema for dipping, ummmmm.
After a few moments of silence as we dig into our lunch food, Nova resumes our thread.
“So tell me little girl, why was Ellen distracted?”
I lick my fingers trying to stall, but the mere act gave Nova dirty thoughts.
“No way!” she exclaims.
“What?” I ask clueless. Then I realize what I’m doing. Fuck!
“Where were you during the call?”
“Under her desk,” I giggle.
“Fuck. If you ever become a junior partner, let me be your legal assistant,” Nova pleads in a teasing way.
“Of course! However, I’ll need a specially designed chair that lets you lick my ass, cos that’s what you enjoy doing for me,” I meow.
“You know it, sister!” and we both giggle.
As we finish our meal, I update Nova about the little red notebook and that I need to return it to the bookshop right after lunch. We kiss goodbye outside the restaurant and I make my way to Warren St. As usual, the black cat greets me as I make my way to the correct aisle and return the notebook to its proper place on the shelf.
The next evening, I go back to the store but the notebook is not there. Hmm, seems our owner takes it home to write in it before placing it back. But this was a long trip for nothing and I pet the black cat for luck and make my way back home in the cold winter night. I beginning to think she, or he at this point, was mad at me and gave up. Probably for the best anyway, most likely just a weirdo or maybe a k** playing a prank. All night I keep thinking about clue girl, the mystery. When I finally do sleep, Morpheus gives me a vision of her. I feel her spectral image controlling me and filling me with passion. I wake up sweaty under my heavy covers. So, this is what a wet dream is like. Meow.
It’s Friday and I barely get through the day’s work, then a few more last-minute documents to gather and some to file before the weekend. I’m running around like mad hatter and only thinking about how I can get back to the bookstore and check for the red notebook.
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“Meow.”
“Yes, Salem you can jump up on my lap,” I tell my own black cat as I sit on my couch.
I have the vital notebook in my hands and my heart in my throat. I slowly open it and turn to the page I’m looking for. The elegant cursive writing gives me a new dare. Something that may be outside of my comfort zone.
I will test your faithfulness and skill under pressure. You will have intercourse with a stranger in public! I have arranged the meeting. Saturday at 10 AM sharp! You will find a young lady in the Grand room of the Bowery Hotel by the fireplace. She will be reading The Garden of Lilith. You are tasked with satisfying the young lady, not in a chartered room but within the Bowery. I dare you!
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After waking up early Saturday morning, I have a long conversation with Salem while she eats her Fancy Feast turkey in gravy, ummm. As my coffee brews, she has talked me into accepting the dare. See, it’s as simple as that, meow.
The weather is too cold for one of my lil dresses, so I pull on a dark tan cable knit sweater and some beige pants. I had been daring myself since finding this little red notebook and have not been wearing panties sometimes to work. Somehow, I avoided Nova or Jenny finding out! But Ellen did, meow.
I step off the bus in my blue Asics and walk the short distance to The Bowery Hotel. Once inside I try to act normal, but I am anxious and unsure of myself. But the suspense adds to my excitement and I look down at my light beige pants wishing I had some nice cotton absorbing panties. Great, way to go, Sarah, I laugh to myself. I walk past the lobby desk, a crowded room full of people going in all directions. I notice a room off to the side. As I enter, I see no fireplace and turn around. Then I make my way past the lobby desk in the other direction. I immediately hear and feel a roaring fire. Wow, the room is beautiful and warm. This must be the Grand room.
I’m relieved it’s not that crowded, but anyone could walk in at any time. Public, right? The floors are covered in exquisite patterned carpets. The kind you would import from India. Like Saree silk and Mahal designs, I’m sure all hand woven. There are clusters of chairs around tables and a sofa or two to define space. The room ends with a rise of 3 steps where a Grand piano (hence, the name?) sits and two large French doors open onto a terrace. For warmer weather, I assume. The walls and ceiling have dark wood paneling to provide a muted and discreet atmosphere.
I scan the posh room again and notice two ladies reading on the plush couches on either side of the dancing fire. One in a dark green blazer with matching slacks. She has pearl earrings and an expensive looking pearl necklace that rests above her ample chest. Her reading material is a large binder that looks like business documents. The other one is younger with glasses. Gives me the impression of a timid, quiet librarian, in a sexy way. She’s holding a big old hardcover book with gilded edges. Her eyes never leave page she is reading. This must be the one, I smirk.
As I sit next to the librarian, she straightens her skirt and clears her throat. I look at my smartphone but don’t turn it on. With the black screen, I tilt it, using it like a reflecting surface to show me the two ladies of interest. So I’m supposed to… what? Well, let me offer a hint. While holding my phone with my right hand, I move my left underneath my tan sweater and up over my breasts. I locate my right nipple and roll it between my fingers. I check the reflective screen on my phone and notice the businesswoman giving me a startled look. I quickly remove my left hand and keep staring at my phone. Fuck! That was stupid. What was I thinking?
The businesswoman packs up and leaves. We both look up and watch her, then turn to each other. Timid librarian quickly averts her eyes and returns to reading her large tome. She is not really stunning, but cute in a way. The glasses seem to annoy her as she keeps adjusting them. It makes me giggle even though my heart is racing.
I reach over and place my hand on her knee then up a few inches to feel the texture of her dark wool skirt. No reaction. I gently grasp the hem and start to lift it. She pushes my hand away. Is this the wrong girl? I turn as red as the velvet curtains hanging by the French doors. She points to my purse. I look down at my small black Christian Louboutin clutch bag that Ellen gave me for… well, we all know why. I’m such a good assistant. Meow. But I’m not about to tell her that. I look back up at her and she is smiling. I guess she likes expensive things. We sit in silence for a moment. I start to move my hand back to her skirt, but she stops me, again. But this time, she leans over and brings her lips within inches of mine. Then unexpectedly she stands up, holding my hand. I rise to meet her. She turns and walks out of the Grand room.
I follow this timid, but interesting librarian. Her black casual shoes with rubber soles make no sound on the carpet. She is very petite, maybe five feet two, three inches at best. Her wavy raven hair moves over her shoulder blades. She turns to make sure I am following. If I had a cat’s tail it would be standing up. I meow to myself.
She leads me to the ladies’ room and stands in front of the sinks set into the marble counter. She looks at herself the mirror then I see her reflection looking at me. I don’t know what to do. So I begin.
“I’m Sarah. It’s nice to meet you.”
See keeps looking at me but says nothing.
“What’s your name?” I ask her.
She looks bothered then moves her hands. She is signing something… Oh my, she is deaf! She pulls out a pad and writes: “I don’t have all day”
This revelation begins to sink in, but my mind is still spinning. She looks down and starts to turn away. Without thinking I reach out holding her by the cheeks and plant a firm kiss on her pale pink lips. Now she is motionless and staring at me. Again, I move in and kiss her. I feel her hands touch my hips. I use my tongue to part her lips and feel the smooth enamel of her teeth. Her hands move up and around my back as she relaxes and lets her own tongue taste mine. I push her back against the marble, pin her in place and move my hands down the back of her wool skirt, cupping her little butt. She moves her hands down to my waist and up under my tan cable knit sweater. I am kneading her small butt through the fabric and moving my mouth to her neck allowing us both to breathe again.
I feel tremors in my tummy as her finger tips send sparks like static electricity over my abdomen. She moans, a bit too loudly and I attribute that to the deafness. I put a finger over her lips then let that finger drag off her chin, down her neck, over the tightly buttoned shirt collar, and moves diagonally toward her nipple poking out. I open my hand over her pert breast, the size of g****fruit. Her hands move up under my sweater to my bare breast sending jolts of lighting through me. She cups my babies and I feel her delicate fingers pinch my already hard nipples. The heat in the room is rising fast, and between my thighs even faster. I find the zipper and pull her wool skirt down to reveal a tight sexy ass in the mirror. What I don’t see are panties. Meow. I grab the petite librarian and lift while she pushes off the floor and sits on the counter. I said the room was hot, true, but the marble counter that her bare ass just sat on was cold. I get a loud squeal so I quickly cover her mouth with mine to keep her quiet. We both watch her skirt drop to the floor and her black rubber sole shoes dangle against the counter.
I push my body between her knees opening her legs. The back of my hand brushes her warm inner thighs as it slowly moves closer to the protruding petals of a budding flower. My fingertips make contact and her head bows down and gulps in a breath of air. I glide over the folds of her labia that are saturated with her natural lubrication. She plants the palms of her hands on the counter and wiggles her hips, spreading her legs wider for me. I put my thumb on the bud of the flower and apply pressure while still moving rhythmically and her hips follow in unison. She starts to anxiously shake up and down. I slide my fingers down along her slit then plunge two deep into her garden. Her head snaps back and her glasses reflect the room lights. She arches her back and inhales deeply causing her g****fruit breasts to press against mine.
I thrust my fingers in deep. Then out. In and out. In and out. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Unrelenting, making squishy sounds as I fuck the beautiful pink flower and drill like a bee for the sweet nectar. She covers her mouth and watches in total amazement. Her hips meet my hand thrusts. Then her thighs slam shut on my arm, she drops her hand as I see her mouth wide open, her eyes tightly shut. My fingers curl inside and the walls of her pussy clamp my fingers so hard I’m afraid I may lose them. She bites her lips and grunts, over and over, a sound I haven’t ever heard from my other lovers, but fully understand why her tonality differs. Truly a sight and sound to behold. Meow.
As her orgasm subsides, she starts to breathe again and opens her eyes that are now leaking tears. She looks at me hungrily but with a satisfied look on her face. I pull my fingers from the ransacked garden and bring the sweet honey nectar to my lips. I poke one inside and seductively suck it clean. With the other finger I rub my lips as if applying lipstick, then I kiss my petite bespectacled raven librarian. Seductively she licked her lips.
We both look down at the dew-covered petals of her flower. I bend down and kiss her thigh. Another kiss, and closer to the source of the fragrance filling the air. A lick. And another lick. And another lick. And another lick. I’m just about to clean the juices from those puffy lips when I hear a thud. Then voices and footsteps. Shit! I grab her skirt and pull it up over her dangling legs then lift her petite body down from the counter just as the footsteps draw closer. At first, my deaf librarian is bewildered but then she sees the two old ladies walking into the room. When they enter the stalls she breaks out with a snort. I see myself in the mirror, beet red, then I laugh too. We quickly clean up and exit the restroom.
I am so horny but don’t know where we can go. I try to talk to her, and I still want to know her name. She brings out her notepad and I read her message of thanks for a happy morning but she has to go. I write down asking for her name. I read her response: A Stranger.
As she starts to walk past the lobby desk heading for the exit. I run after her and write on the notepad: I know people who live without one of their senses have a heightened acuity with the other senses. Do you feel more when you are, are you more sensitive down there?”
I hand the notepad back to her and watch her read it. She looks up at me with a mischievous wink and beautiful smile. I watch my librarian, the stranger, turn and exit the hotel.
I return to the Grand room and sit in front of the fire amongst the rich dark paneled wood and plush furniture and write in the little red notebook.
I completed your dare. You must accept that I am serious and worthy. Now you must give me something. Your name! But after your test don’t think I will let it be that easy. You must come to my office at the law building. Let’s say, 10 AM Tuesday. Go to the conference room 4E on the fourth floor to present yourself. Oh, and don’t be surprised if I undress you before you leave to satisfy my cat’s curiosity!
I add the address of the law building in the notebook and travel to the Mysterious Bookshop to place it back on the shelf.
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