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Kate is an ordinary girl about town. She has many friends who she enjoys going to the pub, clubbing and ten pin bowling with. At a small run down club she practises karate and self defence. Her little flat is her haven.As Katherine she is a high class call girl who is wined and dined in the best hotels and restaurants. Her clients like and respect her. In this life she has one good friend and many aquaintances.

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Erotic literature

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	05 juin 2015
Nombre de lectures	21
EAN13	9781785382284
Langue	English

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KATE/KATHERINE
Jilly Bowling

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Kate/Katherine
published in 2015 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Jilly Bowling 2015
The right of Jilly Bowling to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Kate/Katherine
Damien snarled “You’re a whore; I’ve paid until eight a.m. so you’ll play the part I hired you for.”
“Red” Kate yelled as she grabbed his balls and dug her nails in; when he moved to protect himself, she rolled off the bed and stood up facing him. He surged off the bed in one fluid movement and tried to grab her. Grasping his wrist and pushing his hand back she turned and dropped him over her shoulder and he hit the wall with a crash. Grabbing her clothes off the floor Kate fled from the suite, pulling on her dress as she went and calling her car service as she jumped into the lift. As it descended to the first floor Kate went over the events that had resulted in her trying to castrate a rich customer.

Chapter 1
It had started the day before as she was having a nice relaxing massage. Her mobile phone burst into Rod Stewarts ‘Do you think I’m sexy?’ Old fashioned but apt.
Sighing she put the cell to her ear and said “Hiya Cynthia. What have you got?
“Hi Kate how are you doing? I’ve had a call from an American, wants someone to play sub to his dom for the evening.”
“And you phoned me?”
“I know Kate, but you can play anything, and to be honest we haven’t got anyone like that in our group.”
Kate sighed “I play a much better domme. I’ll have to dress down, and I hate not having my bling to hide behind
“He’s offering the usual £1000 and more for any extras. I looked him up he’s seriously rich, youngish and very good looking. Very sexy, actually.” Cynthia murmured.
“Sounds as if you should go!”
“So is that a definite no?”
“Oh god, give me the time and place.” Kate thought, how hard can it be?
“Good girl, maybe you’ll learn something! Eight at the Langham, suite four. Bye Kate.”
Kate sank back onto the couch, wishing she hadn’t answered the phone. A dom wanting a sub for the night, unusual. They usually kept one on tap.
Looking at her watch, she saw that she had a good four hours, although, she thought, it would take that long to tame her hair. Jumping off the table she pulled on her sweats and picking up her bag headed out of the gym. She worked out every day and took self defence classes twice a week; in her line of work it paid to keep fit. After an hour in the gym, she quickly dressed and saying goodbye to her personal trainer hurried out. Putting out a hand she hailed a taxi, and gave the driver her address, a nice two bed apartment near Canary wharf; she’d worked hard to get it and had furnished it carefully with a mixture of modern and charity shop finds.
Letting herself in she headed into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. This was her private life, no customer ever knew where she lived; as a very expensive call girl, she kept her two lives separate.
As Kate, she was a young woman, with many friends, who enjoyed going to the pub, discoes, ten pin bowling and eating cheaply with her mates of both sexes. Her friends knew where she lived.
As Katherine she wined and dined at the best places with rich men who paid for her time. Very few wanted straight sex, actually she couldn’t remember having an orgasm, and it had been a very long time since she’d had penetrative sex. Sought after as a dominatrix and for playing many roles, the men came without touching her. Tonight would probably be different.
Carrying her tea she went through to her bedroom; setting her cup down on the bedside table, she walked into her wardrobe to find something suitable to wear.
Finding a canary yellow, simple cotton frock, that she had worn to a polo match, she held it up against herself. It was totally different to anything she would normally wear for work, so would; hopefully, get her in the right mood. Deciding that she’d wear her hair sleek and straight she headed into the shower. Once ready she stood in front of the mirror thinking “God I don’t look old enough to have sex.” So she changed her low heel courts for a pair of high heeled sandals, coloured gold. A bit more makeup and she was satisfied. Old enough but reasonably innocent looking.
Walking out to the taxi, that she usually used for work, she slid into the back seat.
“Hi, Kate, you look different tonight,” the driver turned and gave her a hard stare.
“Yeah Bob, tonight I’m sweet and innocent.”
“You look like a kid, not got a paedo tonight have you?”
Kate laughed “He’ll get a hell of a shock. Even I couldn’t act that!”
Giving Bob the address, Kate leant back and tried to get in a suitable state of mind. Usually, when on a job, she pretended that she was an actress in a film, so that it wasn’t personal, but tonight she would have to submit to the customer, do what he told her to do.
Usually she was in charge, tonight she wouldn’t be.
Arriving at the hotel she walked to reception and told them she was expected. Travelling to the correct floor she did her calming breathing and got into the role she had to play. The lift doors opened and the door to suite four was open, with the sexiest, handsomest man, waiting for her there. As she walked towards him he backed into the suite and watched her.
When she entered the room he walked bare foot towards her, and she didn’t have to act, she was transfixed and breathless, and totally overwhelmed.
“Hello, you must be Katherine. Damien Masters, but tonight you will call me sir,” he said circling her slowly.
He was dressed simply, in black tight tee shirt, and low slung, drawstring sweat pants. Katherine kept her eyes down, as she knew she was supposed to, and didn’t speak. Damien picked up her hair and pulled her head back.
“Go into the bedroom and take all your clothes off, apart from your shoes.”
Katherine stood up straight and walked into the bedroom. ‘My god what had she got herself into?’
Taking off her dress she lay it over a chair, then she took off the white bra and knickers that she had chosen for her role. She decided to go the whole submissive way and knelt on the floor to the side of the door; looking at the floor she waited. Damien walked into the room like a cheetah circling its prey, and Kate felt a flutter in her womb. Once again he circled her, then he stopped and pulled her hair back, fastening it into a tight knot on top of her head.
Kate realised she wasn’t having to pretend to shake slightly.
“Stand up and bend over. Hold your calves with your hands.” Damien ordered.
Kate did as she was told, bracing herself for a slap; he stood back and gazed at her sex, then he stepped in front of her holding two silver eggs in his hand.
“Do you know what these are, and where they are to be placed?”
“Yes sir, they are pussy stimulators.” Kate replied.
“Good, I’m going to place them in your neat little cunt; if you lose them you will be punished. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” Kate didn’t have to pretend to gulp, as her mouth had become very dry.
Standing behind her Damien placed one egg at the entrance to her sex, then with two strong fingers pushed it deep inside. Kate couldn’t stop herself from trembling as the egg slid in deeply. When Damien did the same with the second, Kate felt a flood of liquid between her legs.’God, they certainly did what they were supposed to do.’
“What are your hard limits, if any?” Damien asked taking her hands and leading her to the bed.
Moving carefully so she didn’t push the eggs out, Kate thought quickly. Sitting on the bed Damien pulled her over his lap opening his legs to lift her feet off the floor.
“You may speak” he said rubbing a hand over her bottom and between her legs. Swallowing hard Kate replied “Well, no burning, no electricity, no canes and no straps or belts.”
“I agree apart from the straps, but we will talk about that if it arises,” and with that he slapped Kate’s bottom hard, making her yelp and nearly expel the eggs.
Rubbing her bottom then pushing two fingers into her, already wet pussy, Damien said “Don’t lose them.”
Just as Kate’s muscles were relaxing, he did the same again, but harder; she yelped and bucked on his knees at which he delivered another four in quick succession.
Feeling as if her backside was on fire, Kate forced herself to submit, then realised that there were tears on her cheeks. Massaging her bottom and plunging inside her again, Damien then delivered two final slaps and rubbed her bottom again. She couldn’t believe how aroused she felt, she must regain control of herself.
“Stand up, and then kneel in front of me,” he ordered as he pushed his sweats off.
His extremely large thick cock stood to attention following the thin line of black hair up to his belly button. Pulsing against his taut stomach it made Kate gulp again, but luckily, this time her mouth filled with fluid.
“You may look at me,” he said.
When she did she thought she saw an amused gleam in his eyes. “Suck me off, but don’t lose the eggs,” he growled.
‘Finally’ thought Kate,’something I know I’m g