The Cat's Fancy

Bast watched the leggy blonde undulate in time to the music of the piano bar, a busman’s holiday for one of the singers she’d made famous. Linnea wore some very skimpy panties and a red ribbon across her high, full breasts.

A nice little titter ran through Bast. After all her eons of life, she didn’t heat up for anything less than the best. And she made no secret of her attention.

Linnea moved closer, her tanned thighs further apart, her thrusting hips growing more abandoned. “Hi there, Bast,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at the sight of her benefactor.

“Hello yourself.” Bast said, only waiting for the music to end to make her play. She didn’t want to stop Linnea’s dance early. “Enjoying fame and fortune?”

“Most definitely.”

Bast dropped a twenty into the tip glass and Linnea smiled, her teeth bright white. “You and Elvira have been making lots of money, but I haven’t. You’re going to have to pay me another way if you want to stay on top.”

Linnea took the ultimatum in stride. In fact, she even seemed a little turned on by it. “I don’t have to be on top all the time.”

Bast sipped at her martini. Her fingers trembled a little. “I have a pad nearby. Get your things.”

“I’ve always been a cat person.”

Linnea floated out of sight and Bast enjoyed that airy sense of anticipation that made itself felt before she had a new pussy. She finished her martini with care. No more gin. She wanted all her senses flush with awareness when she slipped her fingers inside the blonde’s cunt and sucked on her little pink nipples.

In Bast’s Mercedes, headed for home with Linnea snuggled close, Bast let her right hand wander down between the blonde’s long, lithe thighs. She had put on shiny black pants and a blouse slit to the waist.

“Oooooo,” Linnea muttered as Bast ran her fingertips along a firmly rounded thigh to the thrumming mound between her legs. “I think I should’ve been paying you this way sooner.”

“No, you should’ve been making your payments on time,” Bast told her. She pressed her explorations against Linnea’s sex and the blonde hunched playfully. “But you should’ve been spreading for me too.”

“Yes, I should’ve!” Linnea purred in agreement. “I haven’t come in months, not for real! So many jerks and losers up top in the music world—no one who knows how to treat a girl like you do!”

Bast smiled to herself. She knew Linnea was pouring it on for her, but so what? So long as Linnea was going to enjoy playing the sex slave, Bast might as well enjoy having her ego stroked.

“Oh, do you want me to toy with your little pussy?” Bast cooed sweetly, Linnea thrusting her groin to her again and again.

“Yes, oh yes, Bast…”

“Because I thought I could just watch TV for a few hours while you eat me out.”

“Oh no, Bast, please, please fuck me—I need a real woman like you.”

Bast pulled up in front of the towering apartment complex she called home—though not for much longer, if Elvira and her back-up dancers didn’t come through with the money. Bast thought she lived pretty frugally, for a goddess, but she wasn’t going to move to one of those ‘tiny home’ things. She stayed on the top floor; she saved enough money by satisfying herself with women like Linnea instead of high-priced escorts.

Once in Bast’s assigned parking space, they got out and went to a wide doorway where Bast punched in her code to unlock the door. Through the security was total luxury. An express elevator took them to Bast’s apartment, which was right out of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. She should know; she’d bought everything after seeing it in one episode or another.

Who said TV wasn’t enriching?

“Let’s shower and get clean,” Bast said, running her hand down Linnea’s ass.

“Why not just shower and get messier?” Linnea teased.

She was still wiggling into the caress when a brunette, wearing only a Sabrina Carpenter-short robe, swayed into view.

“Brinke?” Linnea gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“She should be asking what you’re doing here,” Bast interrupted. “She was here first. But it’s unfair for her to pay the debt for all three of you in the band, don’t you think?”

“What about Elvira?” Linnea asked, pissed that the goth had managed somehow to wiggle out of doing her fair share. “Doesn’t she have to—”

“Have to what?” Bast asked darkly, looking Linnea over. “Aren’t you grateful to have me all to yourself?” She glanced at Brinke. “Or would you rather be doing this with her?”

“We just don’t want her to miss out on the party,” Brinke said quickly, her robe drifting apart in front.

Linnea caught on, arching her back so that a delicately shaped breast peered out of her low-cut blouse. “It would be bad for the band, y’know? Like if everyone got free parking except for one of us.”

Bast still made a face. “Free parking! If I didn’t need to take the edge off before, I do now. Why don’t you two see if you can satisfy me without Vampirella?”

“I don’t think there’s enough room for all three of us and the two of her in the tub anyway,” Linnea giggled, her tongue flicking between pearly white teeth.

“Are we going to take a bath?” Brinke asked.

“We’re going to get in the mood,” Bast smiled. She slipped her blouse over her head, exposing her high breasts, the purple nipples already hard enough to show through the thin layer of fur that turned her midnight black.

Linnea took off her own blouse and the three women came together. Bast pushed her breasts against those of Linnea and felt a sweet surge of passion at the meeting. Their mouths clashed next, tongues writhing and coiling to be one the same way their open lips were.

Brinke slid aside, getting behind Bast, brushing her sex against Bast’s rounded ass. She was particularly pleased when Bast’s tail stroked between her thighs, putting pressure on her cunt from underneath. Every little flick an encouragement to rub herself into Bast.

Linnea arched her body to drag herself against Bast. While they both wore clothes that got in the way, the contact was still delectable. Bast mewled, enjoying the slow thrust of Brinke’s bare pussy against her ass, sandwiching her between the two beauties and giving her the pleasure of each. She switched her tail approvingly, coiling it so that it ran around the back of Brinke’s thigh to tisk against Linnea’s ass too.

The kiss of their breasts together made Bast’s excitement surge. Linnea had a luscious aroma, like the scent of carnations. The agile flow of her crotch, raking against Bast’s, made her little clit sting with desire. Bast deepened the kiss, stroking Linnea’s tongue faster, before breaking it to leave Linnea all but begging for some more.

“I’ve been good to you. Too good to have clothes in the way when I get what’s mine. Let’s see how grateful you really are. Let’s see some pussy.”

“Yeah!” Brinke giggled. “No more teasing! I wanna fucking orgy!”

Bast felt her clit really stiffen. She and Linnea quickly removed what was left of their clothes. They stood naked except for high heels.

“Good girl,” Bast purred. “You’ve been taking care of yourself for momma. Momma’s gonna show you how much she appreciates a good girl like Linnea keeping her body nice and tight.”

“Uh, would you mind if I got a tattoo, by any chance?”

The flashing gold fuzz on Linnea’s pussy drew Bast’s hand. Linnea tittered, opening her toned thighs, arching her sex out to Bast. Bast entered her with one slender finger, thumb pressing down on her clitoris. The catgirl grinned at how thick it felt—half an inch long, already swollen and a bright, bubblegum pink.

“Ohh, and I thought only men could stretch me out!” Linnea keened, hunching at Bast’s buried finger.

“How about a handful of me too?” Brinke crooned, gliding close enough to touch.

Bast took hold with her left hand, cupping Brinke’s neatly shaven pussy. She slid a finger into the slick opening and Brinke bounced her hips in slow cadence, impaling herself for Bast while her beautiful face got flushed and her eyes went shiny.

“Love it,” Brinke gasped, thrusting faster, with her eyes on Linnea. Watching her bandmate get fucked too made her feel like she was being double-penetrated. Twice the normal amount of erogenous zones. “You’re making me come, Bast, you’re fucking it right out of me!”

“Already?” Bast asked. “No, not yet. Wait for Linnea. I want you two to pop together.”

“I’m almost there, boss lady!” Linnea panted, her sculpted ass quivering. “Uhh! Ohhh! Ah, fuck! Here it is!”

She quaked, her face contorted, her hips a blur of sensual motion. Brinke whimpered for both of them, her voluptuous body a mass of undulation. Bast felt the two girls go wetter than wet, coming on her hands.

Then she dug her fingernails into their walls, letting them feel a little pain to go with their afterglow.

“Now get Elvira down here,” Bast ordered them. “And I want her ready to fuck!”

“She’s always ready for that,” Linnea said.

“Good. I had to cancel Amazon Prime because of her piss-poor accounting. And believe me, I’ll be taking that out of her ass very literally.”