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The Score
(Author Unknown)

Chapter One

    

    Katrina seemed oblivious to the eyes on her as she casually examined the sales table at the entrance to the lingerie store. Wearing low-waisted, khaki-colored cargo pants and a tight, low-cut, midriff-baring black halter, she seemed to have no idea that every male eye was frozen upon her as she bent forward over the table to handle the brightly colored thongs and bras displayed there.

    She was at the side of the table, which meant the men coming from one side found their eyes locked on her cleavage as she bent forward while the men coming from the other side were drawn to the sight of her lovely, firm, round bottom displaying the thong she was already wearing through the thin fabric of her trousers.

    And all of the men then found their eyes skimming in to the small, lacy thong she was examining even as they struggled not to run into each other while passing back and forth on the sidewalk.

    An occasional man, braver than the others, uttered a whistle or appreciative sound or what they imagined was a compliment as they passed by. She ignored them, for the most part. The more blatant ones got a glimpse of cold, hard green eyes and moved hurriedly past.

    Kat didn t like being a distraction, but she had no good argument as to why she couldn t do it. She had the looks and the body. And it wasn t like she was shy or had anything against taking advantage of her looks. And there was no question that Paige, with her small, nimble fingers, was a much better pickpocket than her, and at barely over five feet, much less noticeable.

    But it felt like a job any bimbo could do. And usually, Amber was the bimbo, with her thick, long blonde hair and big breasts. Kat was more of an  action-oriented  person and more than a little hyperactive.

    Long, shoulder-length brown hair screened the side of her face as she looked down, meaning she could hardly tell what was going on out on the street even if she wanted to. Occasionally she raised her head and flipped her hair aside to see Paige zeroing in on this or that target.

     May I help you, miss? 

    Inevitably, one of the salesgirls approached her. She was a slender young woman not much older than Kat, though with very short hair, died pink, and a nose ring dangling from her septum. Kat always wondered why anyone would get a piercing there. It reminded her of a cow with a ring in its nose and must be quite annoying when you had a cold.

    Still, the girl was quite pretty, and it was quite obvious that her perky hello was aimed at more than helping a customer. Her eyes were having a lot of difficulty keeping out of Kat s cleavage. The halter had two thin strings going across her shoulders to hold it up. And since the main bulk of it was several inches below her armpits she was showing a tantalizing bit of side boob.

    Kat s major failings were a lack of patience and giving in to impulses.

     What have you got in the way of leather?  she asked in a soft, low voice.

    Paige would not be happy with her, but Kat figured she d spent long enough at the table so let the eager woman lead her inside where the light was dimmer and the air was cooler. The store was mostly empty. Which wasn t surprising given this was an early weekday morning in the city.

    She wasn t wearing a bra, the better to be a distraction, and played coy when the girl asked her her size.

     Maybe you should  measure me  If you have somewhere private  

    The eager young woman led her through a curtain into the employee area, promising to get a tape measure. Kat had seen men  And occasionally women go gaga over her before on very short introduction. Something about the combination of her firm, athletic body, bright green eyes, slender nose, full, sensual lips, and unblemished ivory skin seemed to catch hold of people s imaginations from time to time.

    The girl quickly returned with a tape measure and Kat casually peeled the tank top up and off to bear her breasts. The girl's eyes widened and a flush came to her face and she licked her lips nervously as she fumbled at the tape measure. She had to move in close to slide the tape around Kat, and when she did Kat slid her hands up along her cheeks, her thumbs pressing up under her chin to tilt the startled girl s face up, and then kissed her on the lips.

    The girl gasped into her mouth as Kat pushed her back against a shelf, her kiss growing more passionate. The girl s hands slid up between them to knead Kat s breasts as she returned the kiss eagerly, excitedly.

    Kat reached down and undid the rope belt around her waist, drawing it out of the loops completely. She gripped the salesgirl s wrists and pulled them up and then back against the frame of the shelf. Then before the girl could react she whipped the rope belt around her wrists, cinched it tight, and then quickly tied it around the frame.

     What!  Hey! What are you --!? 

    Kat silenced her with another kiss, her own hands undoing the girl s blouse as she kissed. Undoing it and tugging it up over her small, firm breasts. The girl moaned again into her mouth, starting to tremble with heat as Kat pushed her hand down into her loose trousers, into her panties, and felt the wetness already there.

     Oh! Please!  the girl gasped.

    Kat gave her a feral look then dropped low, jerking the girl s trousers and panties down to her ankles before quickly yanking them off.

     Oh my God!  the girl squeaked, looking down, then staring at the curtain in front of her.

    Kat jerked her thighs apart and pushed her tongue forward. She had a well-exercised tongue on top of a natural ability and the girl s eyes widened as she pushed it deep into her tight pink opening. Her tongue dipped and darted, squirming and twisting inside the mouth of the girl s sex, plunging in and out as her hands slid up the trembling body to skillfully knead her breasts and roll and pinch her small pink nipples.

    The girl was soon making breathless, gasping noises and squeaks even before she pulled her tongue free and then began to work on her clitoris. She brought a hand down and slid two fingers up inside the girl s tight sheath, the pads of her fingers rubbing firmly against the front wall of her sex a few inches up.

    The salesgirl s hips were already starting to grind frantically against her as she gulped in air, whimpering and moaning as sensations swept through her.

    Kat halted and abruptly stood up, her eyes smoky she rolled the pink-haired girl's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

     Would you like me to make you come?  she purred.

    She pinched down on the nipples and the girl squeaked in pain, her back arching forward.

     Yes! Yes! Oh please!  she panted.

    She abruptly slid her left hand up around the girl's neck, squeezing firmly enough to make it difficult to breathe. She saw her eyes widen and a sense of fear rise within them even as her right hand slid down her trembling body and her fingers began to rub her clitoris.

     Tell me you re my bitch,  she growled.

     I-I m your bitch!  the girl gasped.

    Kat slid two fingers into the girl and brought her thumb up against her clitoris, rubbing expertly. She leaned in and kissed the open mouth even as she tightened her grip around her neck.

    The pink-haired girl s body began to jerk and buck more and more violently and then she cried out again and again, her back arching, her head jerking back against the box behind her on the shelf, hitting it again and again as her orgasm tore through her mind.

    Her eyes were wide and sightless, glassy, her face red as convulsions tore through her body.

    Kat felt the breathless excitement of power over the girl. She could do anything she wanted to her, anything at all. And in fact, if she didn t soon loosen her grip on her throat the girl would faint.

    Kat wasn t ready for that. She released her hold, her hand sliding down to roughly fondle the girl's breast instead as she sucked in ragged breaths of air.

    Kat peeled her own trousers and thong down and off as the girl swayed in place, chest heaving, eyes still glassy as she was gripped by the languorous afterglow of the orgasm. She bent and gripped the girl s left ankle, then pulled it up and open as she maneuvered her own pussy in against the pink-haired girls sopping sex.

    The girl trembled and gasped, life coming to her eyes as Kat leaned in and kissed her passionately, her left hand going in around the slender neck once more. Her hips ground furiously into the girl s sex as Kat alternately squeezed and loosened her fingers around her neck and crushed her lips with her own.

    Surprising her somewhat, the girl came again within less than a minute, her body trembling and shaking as she began to cry out in helpless, dazed pleasure. Her cries were choked off to barely audible sobs and gasps as Kat closed her hand more firmly, reveling in her total control of the girl as she approached her own climax.

    It wasn t that she was a sadist, exactly, she just loved the power, loved having someone in the palm of her hand, so to speak. She eased her grip and allowed the girl to breathe again, dropping her hand to her small breast and squeezing firmly as a rush of sensation poured through her mind and body.

    Her grinding motions became more frenzied, her right foot rising up to one of the lower shelves then higher as she jammed herself in against the pink-haired girl s soft sex.

***

     Have fun?  Paige asked sarcastically, propped against the side of the car.

     Yes, actually,  Kat said with a smirk.

     Slut. 

     What s your point? 

    She pulled her away from the car as they headed off down the sidewalk, noting the lingerie bag in Paige s hand.

     What you get? 

     A nice leather vest for you, with matching thong. I got a couple of sets of bras and panties and a nightie. 

     What about money? 

     Couldn t open the cash. 

     I knew that. What did you get from the marks? 

    Paige handed her a cash card and a credit card and waggled another in her hand. Unless their targets had already made purchases today each was good for a couple of hundred dollars without needing to input the code. They quickly set out to use up the money to buy groceries, toiletries, and other things they could use at the apartment or resell at a good price.

    Kat continued to draw male eyes wherever they went, much to her annoyance.

     Perverts,  she muttered at two middle-aged men licking their lips and staring at her.

     Hey, I m the one who should be pissed off,  Paige said.  I feel like a boy standing next to you. 

    In fact, she did have a boyish look with her short hair mostly hidden beneath a black ball cap. She was also dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a loose black T-shirt to draw less attention.

    Kat knocked the brim up and Paige s heavy red bangs spilled out across her forehead as the girl yelped and grabbed for the hat as it fell.

     Now you re a girl,  she said.

     Bitch. 

     Whore. 

     Ha. Look who s talking. Why are you wearing your belt? 

    Kat looked at her in confusion.

     If that was a guy you d have left him tied up with his pants around his ankles and we could have ransacked the place. 

     So? 

     You re too wimpy around girls. 

     Wimpy? 

     Soft. 

     I had no reason to hurt her or  humiliate her like that. 

     You like doing that to guys. 

     Depends on the guy. Old perverts, yeah. Bastards, sure. Besides, if she didn t get free the cops would have been called, and would have looked at the video and maybe started looking for me. We don t need that kind of heat. 

    Paige snorted.  She d never have pressed charges. 

     The store might have. 

     So what was her name? 

     Why? Jealous?  Kat smirked.

     I have a boyfriend, Dyke. 

     Yes, I know. Maybe I ll tie you naked to the bed and torture you while he watches. I m sure he d enjoy that. 

    Paige snorted but didn t argue. She knew very well he would love watching Kat make her squirm and twist and writhe in pleasure. 

     He d come before you did,  Kat said in amusement.

     Uhm, yeah, not likely. 

     I can stretch things out a long time, little redheaded girl. 

    Paige stuck her tongue out at her, and then Kat returned the favor.

    A man walked into a phone pole as he stared and Paige snickered.

     You have a freakishly long tongue. 

     You said that before. Only never when you re screaming in pleasure. 

     I never said I didn t like your freakishly long tongue. 

    The entrance to their building was a narrow door between a tavern and a pawn shop. It led up a narrow wooden staircase to the second floor of a hundred-year-old building. Plastic-covered fluorescent lights marched along the ceiling overhead as they walked on a threadbare carpet to their door. Kat pulled her keys from one of the thigh pockets of the cargo pants and unlocked it and they carried the bags inside.

    It wasn t much of an apartment as apartments went. It had a hardwood floor, but that floor was a hundred years old and looked like it. It had a tiny bathroom with a very small shower, a kitchenette without a stove, and a small main room where they d put a loft bed. The sofa was underneath it, facing the big flat screen on the wall.

    They d put a high dresser on top of another high dresser at the foot of the bed and used the ladder leading up to the bed to access the upper drawers.

     So let me see this vest. 

    Paige took it out and Kat peeled her tank top up and off. The vest, like the tank top, had larger armholes which would allow some side boob to show. It was fastened together in front by thick black strings. Of course, it didn t quite go together all the way, and even if she did tie them tightly it would be a reasonable amount of cleavage.

     Not bad,  she said, examining herself in the mirror which hung from the head of the bed.

    She loosened the strings a little and liked what she saw. She peeled off her pants and thong and then took the leather thong Paige had stolen and slipped it on.

     Think the boys would be interested? 

     Unless they re gay. You know guys go gaga over your tits anyway. 

     No, that s Amber. 

     Amber s got big tits. You have perfect tits. Not the same thing. 

    She slapped Kat s butt lightly.

     You have a better butt, too. 

     Amber s lazy and doesn t exercise. 

    There was a bar screwed into the wall which went across to the head of the bed. She leapt up and grabbed it, then drew her knees up and back to her chest several times.

     You don t want to be sweating in leather,  Paige warned.

     Point. 

    Kat dropped lightly to the floor and untied the vest before removing it. She slipped off the leather thong, as well, and then jumped up to grab the bar again.

     Paige rolled her eyes.  Nature girl,  she said.

    She moved off to put things away in the small cupboards of the kitchen and under the bathroom sink. Kat brought her knees up and back repeatedly then pulled her legs up and back over her head and lifted herself up to slide her legs over the bar until it was caught behind her knees.

    She hung upside down freely then, putting her hands behind her neck as she began to do crunches, grunting with effort, she forced herself up and forward again and again.

     Turn on the air conditioning,  she called to Paige.

     I m cool enough. Not my fault you want to get all sweaty. 

     Do what you re told, shrimp, or I ll take my belt to your butt. 

     Paige stuck her tongue out as she walked by.  Bully,  she said.

    She went to the window air conditioner and turned it on, and cool air began to fill the small room.

    Kat swung herself up, throwing her hands up towards the bar and catching hold of it, then dropping her feet once more to hang vertically. Sweating freely now, she pulled herself up, and then dropped back again, doing the chin-ups fast and furiously as her muscles burned.

    Paige turned on the TV and dropped into the sofa, then flipped through the channels. They d hooked into a neighbor s cable and had stolen passwords for Netflix, Disney, and several other streaming services, so there was a lot to choose from.

    Done, Kat dropped back to the floor and began to do stretching exercises.

     You know, a lot of those poses are obscene when you re naked,  Paige observed.

     No one s here to see except you. And there s no point in getting anything sweaty. Then I just have to wash it. Washing clothes is a pain in the ass. 

    There was no denying the logic. The nearest laundromat was eight blocks away. And it wasn t like there was anywhere else in the little apartment to exercise.

     Where do you want to go tonight? 

     Kyle coming over? 

     Of course. 

     You guys go somewhere. I thought I d hunt alone tonight. 

    Paige s eyes narrowed.

     You know you get in trouble when you go out on your own. 

     I do not. 

     You do. You re too impulsive. You take chances. And it s dangerous taking chances with guys you don t know. 

     Danger is where the fun is, baby.