Chapter 4 Katrina Two-Face

Katrina finally reached home from another ordinary day of work. After walking into her apartment and locking her door, she pinned her head to the front door from exhaustion. Katrina then took off her coat and threw it and her purse on the couch. After turning on the television, she went into the kitchen to make some herbal tea. After putting the kettle on the stove, Katrina went to go freshen up in the bathroom. After getting undressed, Katrina took a look at herself in the mirror. She examined her face, turning her head from different angles.

Katrina sighed.

"You're such a safe girl," Katrina said to herself, "No one dates the safe girl, especially Michael."

Feeling somewhat defeated, she stepped into the bathtub and turned the shower on the hot water. She let the hot water rain on her naked body for a while. The sound of the water and the feel of the hot water pulsating on her body helped Katrina to relax. After taking a hot shower, she stepped out of the tub and grabbed a fresh towel from the shelf to dry herself.

"The way you treat me is not fair," a voice said all of a sudden.

Katrina abruptly stopped drying her body. She was petrified. Who was there? Where is this person? Most of all, why did she sound like her? Katrina knew she wasn't talking to herself. So, who was this mysterious person?

"Who said that," Katrina asked with fear, "Who's in here?"

"I'm over here," the voice said.

Katrina looked around to see the owner, but she could not find her. She looked in the tub, the drain, and the laundry basket. She looked everywhere, except for one unexpected place.

"Turn around, silly boots," the voice said.

Katrina turned to the foggy mirror.

"Are you there," Katrina asked?

"If you wipe the glass one time, you can get a better look at my gorgeous face," the voice advised.

Katrina was reluctant to listen to the mysterious voice, but her curiosity had gotten the best of her. With one swipe, she saw the owner. Katrina was shocked.

"Hello, sunshine," a woman said.

Katrina yelled.

"Who...who are you," Katrina asked in horror?

"Trina," Kat asked, "We've been together all of our lives, and you still don't know me?"

"No!!! I don't know you!!! Why the hell do you look like me?? You can't be my twin because I don't have a twin!!"

"You right, sweetheart. You don't."

"Then, tell me!!! Who are you???"

"I'm you, and you're me. Well, I am the opposite of you. You're quiet, demure, low-key, and boring. You're invisible. You're, "Miss Cellophane." People look through you as if you don't exist. Look at yourself now. You're meek, but that's when I come to play. Me, however, I'm fun-loving, sexy, effervescent, and I hold my tongue for no one. I'm the social butterfly as well as a bonafide nympho, but you can call me Kat."

"A bonafide nympho? I'm not a bonafide nympho."

"Of course not. I'm the bonafide nympho. I've been like this since I was a child."

"A child? How?? Why??"

"I think it got started with the cartoons."

"What is so sexual about cartoons?"

"Not all cartoons. Well, there were certain cartoons."

"Which ones?"

"Some cartoons had half-naked, well-toned men and women fighting side-by-side or against each other. I watched these cartoons and think to myself, 'Wow, he's hot or wow, I want to look like her when I get older."

"That sounds odd and disturbing."

"Hey, now! Don't get mad because you can't handle the truth about yourself. I repeat. I am a bonafide nympho, and I enjoy every minute of it. I exude so much sexuality; it gives me the confidence to the extreme. Knowing that I can turn heads and arouse pleasure gives me a rush of power thanks to a lot of porn."

"Porn?? Do you watch porn????"

"Of course I do, sweetheart, but I can control my sexual appetite. Now don't get me wrong. I don't only watch porn for entertainment. I study porn too, which explains the reason for my outstanding performance in bed, the kitchen, the playground, or wherever."

Katrina looked at her alter ego with shock.

"...in the dark, you geek," Kat explained, "I don't fuck in front of children. That's insane! Oh, that reminds me. I should mention that to Michael."

"What? Wait for a second," Katrina exclaimed, "How do you know about Michael? How do you know Michael? Kat, you stay away from Michael! He is a decent man! He's too good for you."

"Excuse me? He can't get enough of you, thanks to me. See, there is a part of him that takes a glimpse of me. He sees me through you. He's dying to see more. You should be thankful that I spark his interest. I can make something else reach their climax too, but yes, he is a very decent man. By the way, you're welcome."

"Ok, Kat, explain to me your purpose for being here. What do you want from me?"

"Honey, I just want one simple thing. I'm here because I want to be part of your life."

"You are a part of my life."

"No, dear. I'm not a part of your life. You keep me behind closed doors; you keep me in the dark. I want to be free in the world. The world needs to get a taste of Kat. No pun intended."

Kat laughed. Suddenly, Katrina heard the kettle whistle loudly. She quickly wrapped the towel around her.

"Look, you can forget it. I can't let everyone know about you; you are a loose cannon. Now leave me alone," Katrina concluded to Kat, leaving the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.

Katrina Covey was always the practical, straight-laced type. When she wasn't working, her social Life summed up of quiet activities at home alone and shying herself away from the rest of the world. Then, Katrina meets a counterpart of herself. With tenacity, this counterpart will push Katrina into the abyss, referred to as the Pink Foxxx Hole.

Katrina rushed into the kitchen to take the kettle off of the stove. She thought about the strange encounter in the bathroom.

'No,' Katrina thought, 'I'm losing my mind. This persona is all in my head. I'll drink some tea, and I'll be fine.'

Katrina went for one of her mugs from the cabinet. When she turned around, she was startled to see someone standing in front of her.

"What the hell," Katrina exclaimed, holding her chest?

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Kat said sincerely.

"I thought you could only be in the bathroom mirror."

"Baby, I am everywhere. Get used to it."

"Wait a minute. If I touch you, would you be real?"

"I don't know. Try it."

Out of curiosity, Katrina put her hand out to touch Kat.

"OOOOHHH, Trina found my G-spot."

Katrina pulled her hand back quickly.

"Eeww, you're disgusting," Katrina exclaimed with disgust!

"Trina, be a woman! It was a joke," Kat exclaimed back, "I'm not flesh and bone, not yet at least."

"This is weird. This situation is so weird."

Katrina was in a panic, attempting to make her cup of tea.

"Trina, we still need to talk about us," Kat insisted.

"There is nothing to discuss," Katrina snapped, "Look, I'm asking you, please leave me alone."

Kat sighed.

Katrina continued to pour the hot water into her teacup.

Kat replied, "Let me give you a slap of reality. There is no escaping each other. We are the same. You can't escape me like I can't escape you."

Katrina's hand shook with fear as she proceeded to sip her tea.

"Stop fighting me, Trina," Kat continued, "Let me help you. Let me help us."

After taking a few more sips of her tea, Katrina said, "Look for the last time, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Katrina went to look through the peephole; it was her neighbor, Michael Spencer. He is of average height, has a slight build, and his eyes were as green as banana leaves. His hair was dark and a little messy, but that made him more endearing. Katrina quickly turned around to see if Kat was still there. She was gone. Katrina then proceeded to unlock her door.

"Hello," greeted Katrina.

The young man answered, "Hey Trina, it's Michael."

"Michael. How are you?"

"Great. How was your day?"

"Uh, great. Thanks."

There was dead silence between them.

Then, Michael finally says, "Anyway, I...well...I was wondering...maybe...?"

"Maybe...," Katrina replied.

"Maybe I could borrow some dish soap."

"Oh! Sure."

Katrina welcomed the young man into her apartment, but he decides to stand by the door.

"Please excuse me," Katrina apologized, as she went into the kitchen, adorned in a towel, "I just took a shower."

"Oh, no. I should apologize for my intrusion," Michael cried out to her from the foyer.

"No. You're fine."

Then Katrina walked back to the front door with a small cup of dish soap in her hand and gave it to Michael.

"Here's your soap," Katrina said, handing the cup to her neighbor.

"Thanks. I'll buy you another bottle," Michael insisted.

"It's no bother. It's just dish soap."

They both smiled. Then there was another still silence between Katrina and Michael. It wasn't long until it was getting awkward.

Then Michael broke the silence by saying, "Um...well, I should go. I've taken too much of your time."

"No, but I get it. You have to run," Katrina said.

"Yeah. I have to bath those dirty dishes."

They both laughed.

"Let me get the door," Katrina insisted, unlocking the door for her neighbor.

Michael thanked Katrina again for the dish soap and went back to his apartment. When she locked the door, Katrina thought Kat would reappear. Katrina abruptly looked behind her. There was no one there. She took another deep breath.

'I'm losing my mind for no reason,' Katrina thought, 'This Kat "person" is all in my head.'

Katrina thought that a little television would take her mind off of her troubles. Katrina took sips of her tea while flipping through the channels.

'Well, Michael seems to like me for me,' Katrina thought, 'why should I change? I'm fine the way I am.'

Katrina took another sip of her tea.

'This Kat person needs to stay out of my life,' Katrina's thoughts continued, 'Stop it, Trina. You're talking about her like she's a real person. She's nothing but a figment of your imagination.'

It was getting late. Katrina kept dozing off to sleep. She turned off the television and went to the kitchen to place the mug in the kitchen sink. Then Katrina turned off all of the lights. Feeling very tired, she staggered to her bed. When her head finally hit the pillow, she instantly went to sleep. The next morning, Katrina awakened to the sound of the rain, tapping against the window. Katrina forced herself out of bed and went into the kitchen to fix some coffee. After having her cup of coffee, she went into her bedroom to get dressed for work. The day went by like any other day at work. Her daily routine continued, but the thoughts of Kat ran through her mind. When she returned home that evening, Katrina changed into her T-shirt and yoga pants. She went into the living room, sat on the couch, and watch television. She looked towards the bathroom.

She thought, 'If I went into the bathroom, would Kat be there? No. This situation is all nonsense. All I needed was a good night's sleep.'

Later that night, Katrina went to take a nice hot shower. The steaming, hot drops of water felt so good against her skin. She took her loofa sponge and liquid soap to wash her body. When lather covered her entire body, Katrina went under the showerhead, allowing the water to remove the suds off of her body. Once the suds and water went down the drain, leaving her body soaking wet, she turned off the showerhead. When Katrina finished her shower, Katrina grabbed her towel off the rack. As Katrina dried her body, she suspiciously looked at the mirror, foggy from the steam. Katrina wondered if Kat was behind the fog. Did she dare satisfy her curiosity? She wrapped the towel around her body and walked closer to the bathroom mirror. Katrina was reluctant at first, but her interest had gotten the better of her. She was so nervous. Katrina thought that her heart was going to jump out of her chest. With one quick swipe of the hand over the mirror, she saw her reflection. It was a sigh of relief. She laughed a little to herself, took a deep breath, and gathered her pajamas. Suddenly, she heard someone sing her name.

"Trina...Trina...," the voice continued.

Katrina's anxiety began to grow. She looked at her mirror. There was Kat.

"...and how did you sleep, sleeping beauty," Kat asked.

"You," Katrina exclaimed!

"That's right. Me."

"Kat..."

"...Yes..."

"Please leave me alone. I'm beginning to think that I am losing my mind because of you."

"Oh, relax. You are perfectly sane. You need some spice in your life, which is me."

"I told you. I am fine."

"Denial does not look good on you, and neither does stubbornness."

"Whatever. Look, just leave me alone!"

Katrina stormed out of the bathroom and threw her things on the bed with disgust.

"This is insane," she said to herself, "Totally insane. What does she know about my sexuality? I'm sexy!"

She marched in front of her full-size mirror. Katrina was striking sexy poses to find her sexuality. After a few more poses, she quit, dropping her shoulders in defeat. She put on her pajamas and climbed into bed.

'Do I lack sex appeal,' Katrina wondered sadly?

Then, she turned off the light and went to sleep.

Karina's slumber was disturbed by someone knocking on her bedroom door. After rubbing her eyes, she realized she was no longer in her bed. She was no longer in her room. It was a small room with stone walls. Simple bedding fashioned her small, wooden bed; there was a small wooden table next to her bedside where a large ceramic bowl and pitcher were set. In the far corner was a small wooden closet where a simple dress and apron hung neatly. In front of the cabinet stood a pair of simple flat shoes.

'Where the hell am I,' Katrina wondered?

Then she realized she was wearing a long, white, paper-thin nightgown. It had around the ruffled collar and long, ruffled sleeves on both cuffs. Katrina could not make sense of this situation. Suddenly her train of thought was disturbed by another wrapping at her door. She quickly leaped out of bed and ran to the door. When Katrina opened the door, she was stunned to see the person standing in front of her.

"Michael," she said in awe.

Michael, dressed in royal garments, looked helplessly breathtaking. When he saw Katrina, he was in awe of her appearance.

"Michael," he replied with a slight laugh, "None of the other servants refer to me by my first name."

'Servants,' Katrina thought.

Then it dawned on her. She must be one of the servants of a palace, and he must be part of the royal family.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your slumber, kind maid," he started, "...but I am distraught and therefore unable to slumber.

"What troubles you, my lord," Katrina asked with concern.

'Why the hell are we talking so weird,' she thought to herself?

Michael miserably sighed.

"I wish I knew," Michael replied, "Perhaps, you would accompany me on a walk in the garden. It's such a beautiful night. The moon is out, shining its infinite glow."

"Well," Katrina started, "I..."

"Please, kind maid, I do not wish to be accompanied by my loneliness. However, the company of a beautiful creature like yourself will surely chase that loneliness away from me."

Katrina blushed.

"Very well," she replied, "but I have to get changed."

"No," he interjected, "Not this time. Besides, the pale moonlight shows the curves of your body through your nightgown quite nicely."

"Thank you, my lord," Katrina said shyly, blushing, "...but with my lord's permission, may I wear my shoes? The ground is so cold and hard on my bare feet."

"Very well, but we move with haste."

Katrina ran back into her bedroom. She quickly put on her only pair of shoes, which were her everyday flat shoes. She hastily joined her prince.

As he put out his hand, he asked, "Now...will you come with me?"

"...yes, my lord," said Katrina, as she gently placed her hand in his.

After closing her bedroom door behind her, Katrina walked hand and hand with her handsome prince. When they finally reached the garden, the moon and stars illuminated the night. The air was still. The couple continued walking, hand, and hand, in the garden. Michael did not want to let go of Katrina's hand. Katrina prayed that he would not let go of her hand. Then, they came upon a tree. Michael lay on the grass under the tree. Katrina simply sat under the tree, gazing at the stars. There was dead silence until Michael broke it.

"Have you ever had your life laid out for you," Michael asked, still gazing at the night sky?

"Pardon," Katrina replied.

"Since my birth, my life has been written. My family has laid out the perfect blueprint of the person I should be. My family stresses that a properly groomed prince should also be well-fit, charming, engaging, and courageous. It's the perfect blueprint for the perfect future king. It's so tiresome. I hate it."

"Being a servant is no form of paradise, either. We, servants, must be respectful and humble to royalty, like yourself. In your case, it's not an obligation. It's more of an honor."

"Thank you. I'm honored to hear that."

"However, if we do or say something that is displeasing to the aristocracy, we are severely punished. The power to speak freely and to be ourselves are taken away from us, due to our social class."

"I couldn't have said that better myself, kind maid. Depending on the person's class, there is still hardship."

"Life is full of hardships, but it can also be beautiful. Take a look around us. We are in a garden. Beautiful flowers surround us under a starry sky under the pale moonlight."

This statement made Michael smile. He sat up with the young woman.

"It is an enchanting night," Michael said, turning his attention to Katrina, "...with an enchanting woman."

Katrina looked at Michael. They stared into each other's eyes.

"My mind is playing tricks on me," Michael started, "...but I can see heaven in your eyes."

Katrina replied, "My mind is doing the same thing. I can see heaven in your eyes, too."

Without engaging any other thought, the prince and the servant kissed. It was a soft, sensual kiss. They looked at each other for a split second and engaged in another kiss. With every kiss, the passion between them grew. Michael took Katrina in his arms and laid her on the grass. They kissed. They wanted more of each other. Suddenly, he pulled away from her to brush the small strands of hair off of her face. She blushed from his gentle touch. They then continued to engage in their passionate kiss. Suddenly, he placed his hand on her breast. She was shocked at first, but it quickly changed into arousal. Katrina moaned in sweet, sensual ecstasy. The caress of her breast turned into a soft pinch of her nipple. It slightly stung, but the arousal remained. Then one of Katrina's hands ventured to Michael's crotch. He had a massive bulge.

Michael said to the servant, with a warm, gentle smile, "You're so beautiful, you have me incredibly aroused."

The servant girl continued to caress his massive bulge. Her soft, gentle touch drove him crazy. He picked her up and carried her in his arms.

"Where are you taking me, my lord," Katrina asked, surprised by his sudden behavior, "Where are you going?"

"Shhh, everything is going to be fine. We are going to my chamber. I want to take you properly."

Katrina blushed with flattery. They reached the prince's chamber; he placed her gently on her feet.

Katrina whispered, "With all respect, your majesty, it is a beautiful night. Why would you not want to make love surrounded by such natural beauty?"

He wrapped his arms around his lover's waist.

Michael said to her, "In time, we will have our moment there. However, this is our first time together, and I want it to be remarkable. Therefore, I am taking you to my chamber. For me, it is a very sacred and private place."

He released his grip to open the door. Michael went inside the chamber first and put out his hand for his lover. Katrina gently took his hand. Then he firmly gripped her hand into his. She was shocked. He forcefully whirled her around into the chamber. It was so great, that Katrina flew onto the bed. The sheets and pillows softened her landing. Katrina, lying on her stomach, could not understand his aggressive behavior. She was a little scared.

'Oh no,' Katrina thought to herself, 'Please, Michael. Please, don't force yourself on me.'

After locking the door, Michael turned his attention to Katrina. She lay on the bed, not knowing his next move. Suddenly, he grabbed Katrina by her ankles and forcefully pulled her closer to the foot of the bed. He lifted her nightgown to her back, revealing her panties. They were white, cotton panties. Michael became more aroused by the sight of Katrina's perfectly round orbs. He glided his hands on her ass. He wanted to get the feel of its smoothness, its roundness, and its firmness.

Meanwhile, Katrina was becoming aroused by his touch. Then, without warning, he ripped her underwear off her body; she gasped. His strong hands gently glided her smooth, round ass. Michael was getting more aroused by the touch of her soft skin, while Katrina was getting more aroused by the touch of his hands against her skin. Michael's hands gripped both of Katrina's butt cheeks, spread them apart, and exposed her forbidden valley. Katrina's gaping hole was small and tight. The lips of her pussy were full and plump. Without hesitation, Michael buried his face in her ass. He tasted her sweet nectar from her pussy. His wet tongue marinated her gaping hole. The touch of his wet tongue was so titillating; that she let out a high-pitched yelp. Katrina quickly covered her mouth because she feared someone might hear her. However, Michael had no fear. He did not stop. He would not stop. To him, she tasted incredibly delicious. Katrina lowered her voice, letting out soft sighs of pleasure. Every flick of his tongue aroused her more and more. Michael can taste her juices gushing into his mouth. When he pulled his mouth away, a string of her nectar formed between his mouth and her pussy.

"Mmmmm," Michael said softly, "Your pussy is like a piece of fruit, dripping with sweet goodness."

Katrina blushed.

"Do I," Katrina asked shyly?

"Yes, my sweet," Michael replied.

Michael's hands smacked both of her luscious ass cheeks; she let out a squeal. Then his hands gently caressed her ass cheeks. He wanted to feel the smoothness of her ass again. Then he forcefully turned her over on her back. He had the eyes of an animal, watching its prey. He ripped her nightgown from the bottom to the top. Michael spread her legs; he saw Katrina's nectar-glazed pussy. He was in awe of this beautiful sight.

"You have the rarest of flowers, looking back at me," Michael complimented.

Katrina blushed and replied, "Thank you, my Lord. Please be gentle with it."

"Always."

He made personal contact with her rare flower. His tongue gently caressed her clit; Katrina moaned and quivered. Suddenly, she was getting wet. It aroused him. Michael tasted every drop of her sweet nectar. His tongue traveled all over her pussy down to her ass. He looked up at the sweet surrender on her face with drool dripping from his mouth. He smiled at her and continued to eat her pussy, leaving a string of drool between his mouth and Katrina's asshole. The feeling was driving Katrina insane. She pressed Michael's face closer into her juices with her legs.

She thought, 'This is so wrong. Fornication with the prince is so forbidden, but it feels so good, incredibly good. Maybe that's the reason it is so good.'

Katrina let out a cry. Michael's tongue and lips continued to play with her clit. She reached her climax, and then Katrina let out a louder cry when she peaked. A stream of nectar came flowing from her clit; Michael sopped every drop. Katrina's body quivered. Then it became limp. Michael stood over his lover on his knees. He turned her over on her stomach. He propped Katrina's luscious ass in the air, giving her a good smack on her ass. Her juices were still dripping from her pussy to her thighs.

"I am going to ravage you, my tasty, little wench," Michael said, with a thirsty desire in his voice.

Katrina's eyes slightly widened with curiosity. What else did he have in store for her? Her head was spinning from all of the love-making. Her body was still tingling. Suddenly, she felt his thick, hard dick slowly go deep inside her pussy. Katrina let a gasp.

"It's all right, my dove," Michael said soothingly, as his dick began to thrust slowly in her. "Let my hard cock plunge into your body and deep into your soul."

Katrina let out a long moan. Michael continued to thrust into her slowly. It was getting so good; that he immediately picked up speed. She continued to moan, enjoying every thrust in her. As his dick became harder, her pussy became tighter. The passion between them was getting stronger and stronger, reaching its climax again. Once the two lovers reached their peak, they both let out a huge moan. Michael released a massive load of cum into Katrina. As his cum continue to flow into her pussy, Michael quivered. His knees buckled. Then, he gripped the bed. Katrina also clasped on the bed, laying on her stomach. Michael laid on his side, but his dick was still erected, still glazed with their nectar. Her legs were spread, revealing her cum-glazed pussy. Michael released so much cum, that some of it slowly trickled out from pussy and onto the sheets.

This next morning, Katrina was in the middle of making her breakfast. As she placed the two slices of bread in the toaster, she bends over to look at her reflection in the metal toaster. She was still exhausted. Katrina took a deep breath. Just when she was about to walk away from the toaster, she heard a little voice.

"Well," the little voice said.

Katrina was so startled; that she stopped in her tracks. She turned around slowly a saw Kat. She ran to her toaster, looking at Kat, face-to-face.

"What do you want, Kat," Katrina asked with frustration?

"Juicy details, duh," Kat replied.

"Juicy details about what?"

"I want juicy details about last night between you and Michael. Did you have fun last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know."

"Were you there?"

"Front row."

"What??"

"Oh, relax. It's me. So...."

"So what...?"

"How did it go???"

"Why are you asking me? You were there. You should know."

"I know, but I want to know your perspective."

"It was..... It was nice."

"Nice? That's it? It was nice?"

"Yeah! It was nice."

"Awww, man."

"What? What's wrong?"

"I was expecting a whole lot more information. Juicy information. Disgusting information."

Then the phone rang.

"Look, I would love to continue with this pointless chat," Katrina said, "but I have to answer the phone."

Katrina went to answer the phone in the living room; it was her cousin. It was a normal conversation. The phone conversation lasts for about fifteen minutes. After she and her cousin parted ways on the phone, Katrina had a little bit of peace of mind. Then Katrina went back into the kitchen to finish her breakfast. Katrina was afraid Kat would bug her again about her dream about Michael. Katrina looked at the toaster again. She only saw her reflection. Then, she looked around the kitchen.

"Kat," Katrina shouted, "Are you still here?"

There was no answer. Katrina took a deep sigh of relief.

"Good. Now, I can have my breakfast in peace," Katrina said to herself.

She took her breakfast into her living room and turned on the television. Then, Katrina thought about Michael.

'Michael,' Katrina thought, 'last night was mind-blowing. If only I could dream about it again. If only it happened in reality. I can't believe it. I can't believe you had your way with me.'

Her lips slightly quivered. She closed her eyes. Pictures of her sexual encounter with Michael ran through her mind. Michael's naked body, thrusting himself on top of her nude body. Her hand began to explore her breasts; her nipples were getting hard. Katrina then pulled one of her nipples, making it erect. This aroused Katrina; she started sucking on her breast. Her arousal was getting higher. Her other hand went down in her panties and played with her pussy. Katrina's pussy was getting wet within seconds.

"So you did have more of a good time," a voice whispered in Katrina's ear.

Katrina was startled. She abruptly stopped masturbating. Her eyes looked to the left, then to the right.

"Kat," Katrina annoyingly said, "I'm not in the mood."

Kat said, "You were last night and a few seconds ago."

Katrina looked down at her teacup. There was Kat.

"Ok. Ok. I had a good time," Katrina replied.

Kat said, "Is that all? That's all you can say? You had a good time."

"I had a great time. I had a marvelous time."

Kat was still not satisfied with Katrina's output.

"Well, what did you have in mind," Katrina asked with frustration?

"Wow, you DO need me," Kat observed, "You need to come out of that shell. You are so damn straight-lace."

"Kat, for the last time," Katrina started, "I don't need you. I like being straight-lace and demur. I'm happy."

"No. You're not, Trina," opposed Kat, "If you were playing with yourself, I wouldn't be here, harassing you. I would not be here, trying to convince you to allow me to be part of your life."

This made Katina think. Was she subconsciously unhappy with herself?

Katrina immediately brushed it off and fired, "Look! I said I was happy, ok?"

With that remark, Katrina drank the rest of her tea and watched television.

It had been days since Katrina had seen and heard from Kat. Everything was back to normal. She went to work on the weekdays. In her spare time, she either went home or to the gym. Then one day, on her day off from work, Katrina decided to lounge around the house. Katrina did a little light cleaning around the house and paid some bills online. Then she made herself some lunch and put on a movie. After a while, Katrina slowly drifted to sleep.

Katrina woke up on the sofa in a luxurious living room of a mansion. She noticed that she was no longer in her nightgown. She wore a pink ruffled dress with white lace tights and Patten-leather Mary Jane shoes; the finishing touch was a pink headband with a pink bow on the side of her head. She looked like a living doll.

'How did I get here,' she thought to herself, looking at her attire, 'Why the hell am I dressed like this?'

Katrina stood from the sofa and looked around the living room. She walked around the living room, finding any clue to the owner of this place. Then, she heard a voice.

"Nice place, isn't it," the voice said.

Katrina suddenly turned around and saw Kat. Kat wore the same dress, but her dress was lilac. Her tights are solid white with matching white Mary-Jane shoes. Her hair is in a curly ponytail tied with a lilac ribbon.

"Kat, why do you...? Why are we...? How the hell did I get here," Katrina asked angrily?

"How should I know," Kat asked?

"I have to go."

"Why?"

"I'm not supposed to be here. This is not my house."

"This is not my house either, but who cares? Let's just enjoy it. Come on, Trina," Kat suggested, wrapping her arms around Katrina.

However, Katrina resisted.

"I am getting out of this house right now. Goodbye, Kat," Katrina said, marching out of the living room.

As Kat casually watched Katrina storm out of the living room, she went into her dress pocket a pulled out her lipstick and compact mirror. After applying her lipstick, she continued to watch Katrina leave.

Just when Katrina was about to step over the threshold of the living room, Kat asked, "Our date will be very disappointed."

Katrina stopped in her tracks.

She turned to Kat and asked, "What date?"

Kat walked up to her, staring her eye to eye, "We have a date."

"Who is our date, Kat?"

"Duh! We have a date with the owner of this mansion. He insists we dress like this. He's a bit of a pervert."

"Yeah, and so are you."

"I am a pervert, not a prude," Kat said, pinning her to the wall, "Furthermore, I can admit that I'm a pervert."

Kat then began passionately kissing Katrina. As her tongue played with Katrina's tongue, Kat's hands went up to her dress, between Katrina's legs, and gently caressed her pussy. Then, Kat aggressively ripped a hole in the crotch of Katrina's stockings. Kat noticed something.

"Oh, no panties," Kat said with a smile on her face, "and you're wet. Trina, you freak!"

"I'm not."

Before Katrina could finish her sentence, Kat rammed her tongue down her throat. Katrina was shocked by this situation, but strangely, she could not resist the smooth, soft touch of Kat's lips and tongue. Katrina yearned for more. She wrapped her arm around Kat's waist and pulled her closer. Then, Kat started ripping her dress off her. Katrina did the same to her. Their dresses were practically hanging off of their bare shoulders. Katrina's hormones took control of her senses, but she didn't care. Kat's touch made her intoxicated with lust. Kat continued to play with Katrina's pussy until Kat notices something.

"Well, damn," Kat exclaimed, pulling away from her!

"What?"

"I wasn't expecting this, but...Damn!"

"What???"

"This baby," Kat replied with a coy smile.

She takes Katrina's hand and putting between her legs.

"OH SHIT," Katrina exclaimed, pulling her hand away from between her legs, "How did I get a...a...a..."

"....penis?"

"No! This can't be happening to me," Katrina said hysterically, "Why is this happening to me??"

"Shhhh, it's ok. It's ok."

"How the fuck is this ok, Kat?? I'm a fuckin' female!!!"

"You're still a female, Trina. You're a "well-hung" female," Kat replied, slightly biting her bottom lip with desire.

"Kat! This isn't funny!!! I HAVE A DICK," Katrina exclaimed, breaking away from Kat.

As she continued to walk away, she could feel her dick hitting against her thighs. The touch of her new toy between her legs intrigued her.

"I have a dick," Katrina said, in a softer tone, beginning to touch herself, "I have a dick. I have a big dick," she continued, gradually masturbating.

Katrina pulled up her dress and started to masturbate. She closed her eyes and began to moan softly to herself. With every touch, her dick grew bigger and harder. Then, she stopped to look at it in her hand.

'Damn, I'm so fuckin' big,' Katrina thought to herself, holding her dick in her hand.

"What's wrong, Trina," Kat asked, standing with a smile and arms folded?

It was ten inches of thick loveliness, staring back at Katrina. The head of his penis was so soft and smooth. The shaft was so thick and veiny. Katrina pet it and caressed it; the touch felt so incredible. Katrina felt like a pervert, but she didn't care. All she cared about was fulfilling her animal lust. Katrina couldn't take it. The sensation of her hand around her massive dick felt so good; caressing and petting were not enough. Katrina fell to her knees and jerked off her veiny thickness. She closed her eyes, taking in every jerk. Katrina's moaning become louder and louder until she reached her climax. Her creamy nectar shot on her pink, ruffled dress, the luxurious area rug, and the hardwood floor. She quivered with excitement as if a million volts of electricity were shooting throughout her whole body.

Katrina basked in the afterglow. She forgot that Kat was there observing Katrina servicing herself. Perversion took over Katrina's body. It gave Katrina lots of satisfaction. With her dress still hanging from her body, Kat walked towards Katrina from behind her. Kat slowly fell to her knees. She wrapped her arms around Katrina. Katrina gently touched her hands and arms. Kat and Katrina turned to each other and engaged in another passionate kiss. As they kissed each other, she laid Kat down on the rug. Katrina suddenly stopped. They looked at each other, heavily panting like animals in heat. Katrina gently glided her fingertips against her lips. It left traces of Kat's lipstick on her fingers. Kat's bottom lip slightly quivered from the touch. Katrina smiled.

"Do you like it when I touch your lips," Katrina asked softly?

"Yeah," answered Kat, softly, "I like it better when you kiss my pussy lips."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Then they engaged in another kiss, but Katrina stopped again. Katrina fell to her knees, looking up at her lover. To her, Kat looked disheveled yet desirable. She ran her hand up Kat's dress and raised it, revealing the wet crotch of her stockings. With no hesitation, Katrina viciously ripped a giant hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. Kat was not wearing any panties either. She spread Kat's legs more, revealing her clean, shaved pussy. Katrina gently ran her two fingers between Kat's clit.

"Your petals are so soft," complimented Katrina.

Kat let out a gasp of excitement. It was so intoxicating. Then Katrina took the same fingers and slid them inside Kat's pussy. Her fingers went in and out, releasing Kat's juices. Kat's juices saturated her stockings. Finger-fucking was delighting the two young women, especially Katrina, who had an erection.

"Oh yes," Katrina said to herself, admiring Kat's dewy flower.

Katrina feasted upon Kat's pussy. Her tongue lapped all over Kat's petals taking in every taste of her. Kat could not resist; she was at the mercy of Katrina. Katrina dulled her senses with every single forbidden touch. When Katrina finished feasting on her lover's pussy, a string of nectar hung from her lips. Katrina took the strands of nectar with her finger and tasted them.

"MMM, you're tasty bitch," Katrina said to Kat, looking up at her, "I am going to destroy you."

Kat smiled and said, "I hope you do, but not until I taste you first."

"Do you want to taste me?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to get your licks on this rock-hard dick?"

"Yes."

Katrina stood to her feet and ripped her dress more. Her dress eventually fell off her body and onto the floor. She placed her hand on Kat's shoulder; she lowered the vixen to her knees. With ripped stockings and a fully erected penis, Kat looked at Katrina's erection, standing proudly in front of her. Kat glided her hand gently along the shaft.

'I feel...I feel so dominant. I feel so so powerful,' Katrina thought to herself.

Katrina stepped out of her dress and kicked it to the side. After getting a feel of Katrina's hard cock in her hand, Kat slid Katrina's cock into her mouth. She sucked on her cock like it was a candy cane. When Kat wrapped her lips around Katrina's dick, it sent shockwaves throughout Katrina's body. She was so gentle, and her lips were so soft. Kat's head moved up and down as she sucked on her dick. Suddenly, Kat's mouth began to salivate; drops and strings of drool fell from her mouth to her chest.

"Yeah," Katrina said, feeling pleased, "make my dick wet and sloppy."

Kat's mouth salivated more and more. She didn't stop; she didn't want to stop. Kat loved giving wet, sloppy blow-jobs. Her blow-jobs were so mind-scrambling, that Katrina held Kat's head and thrust her dick in her mouth. The repeated thrust caused Kat to gag. Katrina loved to hear the sound of Kat gagging on her dick. When she pulled away from Kat's mouth, strings of Kat's drool followed. Katrina bent down to kiss her lover's salivated lips. Katrina took her lover by her hands and helped her lover stand to her feet. She undressed Kat; she wore nothing but her ripped stockings and her shoes. They kissed passionately. Then Katrina's two fingers began playing with Kat's pussy.

"You got some good pussy," Katrina told Kat, gently massaging Kat's pussy, "You got some good, tight pussy."

"Fuck my tight, little pussy," Kat replied.

Katrina fucked Kat's pussy slower and deeper. Kat felt every inch of Katrina's massive cock plunging deep inside her. Lust and passion intoxicated Kat to the point it left her body limp, giving Katrina more control. Kat's legs collapsed on the floor. As Kat breathed heavily, Katrina walked towards Kat and turned her on her back. She laid on top of Kat to where Kat was up-close and personal with Katrina's massive cock. She shoved her dick in Kat's mouth, which forced Kat to gag. Kat's stuck out her tongue, taking in every inch. The sound of Kat's gagging was such a massive turn on to her lover, that Katrina thrust deeper into her mouth. Meanwhile, Katrina simultaneously licked and sucked on her clit. Katrina grabbed Kat's thighs closer to get a better taste of her pussy. It became so intense, that it forced Kat to whimper; Kat loved it. Kat's body was getting pleasure at all angles. After Katrina ate her pussy, she rolled off Kat's face while pulling her erect cock from Kat's overly salivated mouth. Then Kat spread Katrina's ass cheeks apart to feast upon her asshole. Kat's tongue wasted no time teasing it, playing with it, and licking it. Katrina jerked off her hard dick while her obedient slave gave her a nasty, sloppy rim job. Kat saturated Katrina's tight, little asshole with drool; it was so disgusting sexy.

"Lick that asshole, baby girl," Katrina seductively told Kat.

"Mmmm, your asshole is so fuckin' tasty," Kat replied, feasting on Katrina's asshole, "Ahhh, fuck."

As she continued to eat Katrina's asshole, the sensation of Katrina's luscious lips sucking gently on her clit is driving her crazy. Kat's lower body shook with excitement. Katrina could feel Kat's legs quivering around her neck, but she did not stop. Instead, she positioned Kat on her hands. Katrina grabbed Kat's waist tighter, burying her deep into her supple, dewy flower and her asshole. Kat was powerless; the only thing she could do was tighter her grip around Katrina's neck. However, as the grip became more uncomfortable, Katrina could no longer stand it. Her knees began to buckle until, eventually, she fell to one knee. Katrina continued to eat her pussy and asshole; Kat continued to moan uncontrollably. Then, her other knee dropped to the floor. Katrina continued to orally and anally pleasure her lover, who was at her mercy, but then Katrina stopped. She freed herself from Kat's grip by tucking her head under one of Kat's legs. Still holding Kat by her lower waist, Katrina lowered her carefully onto the floor.

"I'm not done with you yet," Katrina said, kneeling and spreading her butt cheeks, "Time to search and destroy."

Katrina took her hands away from Kat's plump ass and drooled on her hand. She rubbed the head with the spit from her hand. Katrina first slowly slid her dick into her pussy. She started to fuck her, but Kat was too low on the floor.

"Get up," Katrina commanded Kat, smacking her on her ass, "Bring that ass up to me."

Kat obeyed her command, raising her butt higher to Katrina's dick. Katrina's dick continued to plunge forcefully into her pussy. Kat let out a yell. With every plunge, Kat let out a scream. This aroused Katrina. Katrina plunged into her deeper and deeper. The nectar of Kat's pussy completely saturated Katrina's cock. With no hesitation, she placed her dick in Kat's ass. She grabbed her by the hair as she forcefully thrust her dick into her tight, little asshole.

"Aahhh. Fuck me, muthafucka," Kat exclaimed, "Fuck me, you big dick, big titty muthafucka!!!"

"What do you want," Katrina asked, anal sexing her round plump ass?"

"Fuck me!"

"What?"

"Fuck me!"

"Uh-huh..."

"Fuck..."

"Uh-huh..."

"Me!!!"

Katrina then let out a huge sigh, releasing a huge, creamy load of cum in her ass. When she finished cumming, Katrina's cock fell out of Kat's asshole. Her cum dripped out of Kat's ass. It was a nasty, disgusting, and beautiful sight. While basking in their afterglow, the two women laid on the rug, in each other's arms, wrapped in faux fur throw.

"Damn, lady," Kat said, with a laugh, "You were...you were...fuck!"

They both laughed.

"Do you mean...I fucked like a dude," Katrina asked?

"Fuck yeah!"

They both laughed. Katrina kissed Kat on the side of her head.

"I guess we didn't need your perverted friend, after all," Katrina said.

"Well..."

"Don't tell me that was a lie, Kat?"

"Not entirely."

"What are you saying?"

Kat slightly laughed and confessed, "You were the perverted friend."

"What?"

"Remember when I kissed you?"

"Yeah."

"The lipstick I wore made you grow a penis."

"What??"

Kat laughed.

Katrina was about to get angry, but then she reverted to the mind-blowing sex she just had. Then, it was no longer an issue.

"You sneaky, little bitch," Katrina said.

The two women laughed again.

"So, what do you think," Kat asked?

"About..." Katrina replied.

"...about me being part of your life."

"Well, the sex was mind-blowing. Am I going to have a penis for the rest of my life?"

"No. No. It's part of the dream. It will go away."

"Ok. As much as I loved having one, I don't want to have one permanently."

"Yeah, I get it. I guess this will be the only time you want to be sexually free, right?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. This might sound weird, but having a penis pushed me outside my comfort zone. I felt in control and dominant. It felt like I was the only one who could please you. You needed me to satisfy your sexual desire. However, I don't want a penis."

"Trina, having a cock didn't make you this way. It was all you. You finally let me be a part of you, in more ways than one."

"It was great. It was better than great. It was incredibly mind-blowing. I want it all the time. I want to be like this all the time."

Kat sat up and asked, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying...I want you to be part of my life. I need you in my Life, Kat."

Kat smiled and asked, "Are you for real?"

Kat was so happy. She kissed her on her lips.

"I'm so happy," Kat said, "but are you bisexual or a lesbian?"

"Oh no, I still love only men, but...that doesn't mean experimenting is prohibited."

They both laughed and engaged in a passionate kiss.

The next morning was a cloudy, rainy day. Katrina woke up from her slumber to the sound of the rain. She leaped out of bed and went into the bathroom. After drawing her bathwater, she passed her bathroom mirror but abruptly stopped. Katrina walked back to her mirror to look at her reflection. She noticed that there was something different about her. There was confidence and sexuality, yet a down-to-Earth essence adorning her. She smiled at her reflection. Then she continued her preparation for work.

Despite the weather, Katrina went to work feeling reborn. All of her co-workers seemed to take notice of the change in her appearance.

"Hey Trina," a co-worker said, "Is that a new outfit?"

"No, I'm feeling well-rested," replied Katrina.

After work, Katrina finally reached her apartment building. When the elevator was about to close, she saw her neighbor, Michael Evans. He was running to catch the elevator. Katrina immediately pressed the door to open. Michael caught the elevator.

"Thanks," Michael said, trying to catch his breath.

"Sure. No problem. Are you going to be ok?"

"Yeah...I...Trina?"

"Yes?"

"You look great! Did you do something to your hair?"

Katrina blushed and said, "No. I had a good night's sleep."

"I see."

There was another dead silence between them.

"Oh, Trina!"

"Katrina. I prefer Katrina."

"Oh, I'm sorry,...Katrina."

"It's ok. You didn't know."

"Anyway, I was wondering...if you want to hang out with me? If you have other things to do, I understand."

"No! I mean, no. We can hang out this Saturday."

"What time is good for you?"

"7 pm?"

"Seven in the evening, it is."

The elevator finally reached their floor. When the elevator doors opened, Michael allowed Katrina to leave the elevator first. They walked down the hall side by side to their doors. They first came upon Michael's apartment.

"Well, this is me," Michael said to Katrina.

"Yeah, this is you," Katrina replied, "Anyway, I'm down the hall."

Katrina continues her path to her apartment.

"Ok. I'll see you this Saturday at 7 pm," Michael confirmed.

"Ok," Katrina agreed.

"Good night."

Michael went into his apartment. Then Katrina gave Michael a slight wave and went into her apartment. After she locked the door, Katrina pinned herself to the door and smiled to herself. Then, she heard a familiar voice.

"You did that," Kat said to Katrina.

Katrina smiled and replied, "No, we did that."

"All I ever wanted was to be part of your life, not take it away from you."

"I know. Thanks for being there."

Kat gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and asked, "Are you ready to go to bed?"

As she walked toward the bathroom, Katrina said, "Kat, you know I don't like going to bed dirty. I have to take a bath. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep."

"That's the point. Besides, you'll be doing other stuff besides sleeping."

Closing the bathroom door behind her, Katrina said, "That's because you're a dirty girl."

"...but you love it."

Katrina Covey did her best to go against today's openly sexual society. She was afraid of losing her lady-like yet prudish ways. However, when Katrina felt forced to leave her comfort zone to face her sexual side, Katrina learned that she doesn't have to conform to being just a toy for sexual gratification altogether. Katrina knew she can be sexually alluring and still maintain class. This was a lesson learned in the Pink Foxxx Hole.