Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Too Good To Be True Chapter 11 This story contains sexual situations that should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. This story is copyright Amanda 2003 (C) please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Sami left the room where Sharon was sleeping, if not peacefully then at least soundly with her Mistress's praises ringing in her ears and warming her pussy. As she walked almost soundlessly down the rainbow corridor, she stopped briefly to enter the dark purple room from which she exited carrying a small bag and a plastic bottle of milk. She continued down the corridor and turned to her right at the end. In front of her was a plain white door with a combination lock. She keyed the numbers, known only to her, Ami and Mistress Amanda, and turned on the light to reveal a steep stairway leading down to the basement of the former shop. Without the electric light the only illumination came from a small grill covered window almost at the top of the wall that looked out to about mid calf on people walking by. The basement was surprisingly warm, with soft pink walls and a deep pile pink carpet. The furniture consisted of a dark green sofa and two armchairs placed along the edges of a deep green velvet rug in the centre of the room. In one corner, furthest from the stairs was a large tray of grey kitty litter. In the other corner was a large basket, about 4 foot across with blankets and cushions. In and on these lay curled a young looking 24-year-old blonde, not that you could tell she was blonde as her head was covered by a black furry close fitting hood with 2 'ears' on top, the hood came down over her eyes with 2 feline shaped eye holes, and nose leaving her mouth clear before fitting snugly over her chin. She was to all intents and purposes naked save for a few 'props'. Around her neck was a black leather collar from which hung a fish shaped metal tag announcing to anyone who cared to look that she was 'Kitty. Property of Mistress Amanda', the reverse stating. 'If found, please use her as you wish, then return her to Gemini's'. Her feet were covered in black furry socks bound at the top with leather bracelets fastened with a small brass padlock that matched those on her wrists securing the black furry mittens inside which it was impossible to oppose her thumb, the mittens had small slits through which protruded her long clear varnished fingernails. Next to the basket were 2 large feeding bowls one full of water and a 5 foot Hessian covered 'scratching pole' from which hung a small ball on a string. As the light came on Kitty covered her eyes with her paws and mewed softly, hoping that her mistress had come to play. She was only a little disappointed when she heard Sami's voice. "Wake up sleepy little kitten, our Mistress said I was to feed and play with you." Kitty loved Sami almost as much as she did her Mistress and it was because of her that Sami was here and, strangely, because Sami was here that so was she. Kitty had 'met' her Mistress on line, but being a shy sort of girl never wanted to meet. Her Mistress had relaxed her online but thought something was missing. One of Kitty's other online friends was Sami, with whom she spent hours chatting about this and that, who they fancied, who dumped who. Finally Kitty had persuaded Sami to get in touch with her Mistress, although of course she didn't refer to Amanda in that way, just 'a friend who might be able to help you relax without the need for the Alprazolam'. After only a few days Kitty had seen an improvement in her friend and was surprised when she told her that her Mistress, for she now thought of her in that term, had moved to the states and that she was going to visit her. Kitty didn't hear from Sami for a couple of weeks and then out of the blue she received an email asking Kitty to visit her, saying how wonderful she felt and how she wanted to repay Kitty 'in the only way I know.' Kitty of course declined and it took Sami a whole 9 months of badgering to get her to agree to a meeting. Even then Sami half expected Kitty to back out at the last minute but she hadn't. They met in the bar next door to Gemini's and when she arrived at 12:30 even though they had agreed 12 o'clock, the place was almost deserted except for the bar tender, a few very shifty looking blokes and a slim young woman, whose hair appeared almost blue rather than black, sitting at the bar nursing a drink. As soon as the other woman saw her she jumped off her stool and almost ran to meet Kitty, sweeping her into a tight embrace. "Oh Kitty I thought you weren't coming." Sami said as she kissed her friend on the cheek. "Sorry." Kitty said more out of habit than remorse adding. "The bus was late and then I couldn't find a cab and." "Well you're here now!" Sami said kissing her once more before holding her at arms length to get a good look at her. Kitty didn't particularly like being examined especially in her slightly crumpled skirt and blouse she had chosen because they were comfortable, and most definitely not by Sami in her expensive cream silk camisole, short denim skirt and white cowboy boots. Sami put a sisterly arm around her shoulder and guided her to a table next to the small wooden dance floor, that was fringed at the back with a shimmering curtain of metal streamers. Sami nodded to the barman apparently ordering a couple of beers ignoring Kitty's assertion that she didn't drink. "So how've you been?" Kitty asked, deep down she was pleased her friend had 'got herself together' but also missed the long drawn out nights they had spent chatting. "Never been better in my life. I love working for Mistress Amanda and all the other girls are great, you'll have to meet them all; I've told them all about you." "Do you work near here then?" Kitty asked feeling she had been tricked somehow. "Yes, just next door. Although I rarely come here, or go anywhere other than work really. But Mistress Amanda has a half share in this place as well as the modelling school next door." Sami explained just as the music struck, up all bass and no lyrics and the already faint lights dimmed leaving a spotlight on the shinny curtain. Kitty couldn't help but look as a pair of hands parted the streamers and a tall lithe body followed. The dancer was wearing, if you could call it that white sandals with 6-inch heels and 2-inch platforms, white lycra stockings held up with suspender straps that protruded a good 4-inches below the bottom of her frayed denim cut off shorts. The shorts were so tight and short that from the back the curve of her buttocks could clearly be seen, as could the waistband of her white thong. The front of the shorts had a button fly that wasn't fastened. Her midriff was bare save for a sliver ring through her navel. Her cotton vest top had a jagged torn edge and was only just large enough to go over her large firm breasts. Her purple shiny hair was quite obviously a wig. She strutted in to the centre of the stage left hand holding the pole and walked around it as if surveying the audience. Sami smiled to herself as she saw the mixed look of embarrassment and excitement on Kitty's face. "You didn't tell me it was a strip club!" Kitty said as her cheeks flushed. "It isn't." Sami replied. "It's a pole dancing bar, the girls can't even go topless on stage although..." Kitty looked back at the dancer who still held the pole but was now squatting down, her knees turned out and her bum cheeks almost touching the floor. Rising again she bent at the waist, legs apart right hand behind her knee. Kitty almost expected the wig to fall off but of course it didn't, even as her hand slid down the back of her calf to grip the heel of her shoe. As she rose she kept hold of the heel, bending her leg so that her hand rested on her shoulder. Kitty couldn't believe how flexible the woman was. She turned her back on the two young women, her legs straight and about 3 foot apart, her hands on her backside, she bent forward, hands slipping down the back of her legs, her eyes met Kitty's as she looked back at Kitty through her legs. Kitty felt strange, sort of hot and a little confused, true she had always considered herself, bi-curious but she was still a virgin, even at 25, her sex life consisting of stories, online chat, pictures and a large pink dildo. The dancer stood and walked slowly to the side of the stage as one of the men at the side tables stood with a folded bill in his hand. She grabbed the tattered hem of her top, pulling it in and down, exposing even more of her superb cleavage allowing the punter to slide the note between her perfect breasts. Kitty glanced across at Sami who she saw folding a twenty along its length, she stood and approached the edge of the stage. The dancer spotted her and ran her ankle up the outside of her calf as long nailed fingers lifted her suspender strap allowing Sami to place the green back underneath it as the dancer let it snap back against her thigh. Sami seemed to whisper something to the dancer who looked at Kitty and nodded almost imperceptibly. As the dancer returned to her routine Sami sat back down with a satisfied smile on her face. "I can't believe you just did that!" Kitty said slightly amused by the ritual. "Don't have any choice." Sami replied nodding her head in the direction of the white on red sign at the foot of the stage. "All patrons sitting stage side MUST tip each dancer." "Oh I see." Kitty said then suddenly realised what it actually meant and her previously flushed face turned white. "Oh my god! No I couldn't." She protested but Sami was already fan folding a $20 note. She passed it to Kitty saying. This ones on me, for all the times you've been there for me. Just hold it out, she'll show you where to put it." Gingerly Kitty reached out and took the note from Sami and looked back at the dance floor where the artiste had just completed a sideways splits, her hands never leaving her arse as she leant forward until her tits touched the floor. Her feet circled forwards, legs straight. With a pounding heart Kitty stood at the same time as the dancer who saw her and walked with measured strides to meet her at the edge of the stage, her long manicured, blood red nails slipping inside the front of her thong, puling it away indicating that Kitty was to put the note there. With a shaking hand Kitty slid the note inside the dancers waistband. "Push it right in, Honey." The dancer said in an accent Kitty couldn't quite place, it could have been English she thought although it was not like the English accents she had heard on any US TV series. As the folded 20 slipped inside, the dancer put her mouth close to Kitty's ear and whispered almost below hearing. "Good little girl." As Kitty returned to the grinning Sami the music petered out and as she sat down and looked once more at the dance floor she caught the retreating arse of the dancer just as it vanished behind the glittering curtain. "So what do you think?" Sami asked, her face lit up with glee. Kitty couldn't help but laugh as she said. "Well she was very er, flexible." "So tell me everything that's happened since I left." Sami said taking hold of Kitty's hands. Kitty's heart sunk as she realised that in all the time that Sami had been offline she had done absolutely nothing other than attend lectures on subjects she didn't understand and sit at home reading erotic stories, looking at porn and playing with herself as often as possible. Her mood wasn't lifted by Sami telling her how great her life was since she'd got the job at the modelling agency, 'not as a model you understand but as an assistant'. Sami had explained although not exactly what she assisted with. "Let me get us a couple more drinks." Sami said and Kitty realised that despite the fact that she never drank alcohol she had already finished one 'Bud'. She was about to object but Sami was already halfway to the bar. Kitty waited and when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye she assumed it was Sami returning with the drinks; it wasn't, it was the dancer who said as she sat in the chair opposite where Sami was sitting. "Hello, Little girl, how are you? Mind if I join you?" "Er, yes I mean er no." Kitty stuttered just as Sami returned with 3 bottles of Bud. "Hi." Sami said to the dancer. "Please let me introduce you. This is my good friend Kitty come all the way from New York just to visit me, isn't that sweet of her." Kitty expected to be told the dancers name but she wasn't even when she tried the age-old favourite. "Hello, pleased to meet you, er?" "The pleasure will be all mine, at least at first." The dancer said enigmatically drawing a smile from Sami and a blush from Kitty. "So, little girl, you ready for your private dance?" "My what?" Kitty said a little flustered and confused. "Your friend here." The dancer said nodding in Sami's direction. "Tipped me a hundred saying if she could get you to give me a twenty you'd like a private dance." The dancers hand rested on Kitty's knee below the table. "Don't worry, Honey. I'll be gentle with you; in fact you will feel better than you ever have before. Come along, Honey. Don't be shy." The dancer stood and took Kitty's hand in hers lifting Kitty to her feet. Accompanied by the drooling looks of the men in the bar, the dancer led Kitty to the back of the establishment, out through a door guarded by a tall man with no hair and no neck. The anteroom was brightly lit and had just a 2 seater sofa and small wooden table in front. Kitty guessed the dancer would stand on the table in front of the paying customer and so was a little taken aback as she found herself sitting on the couch with Sami on one side and the dancer on the other squashing her between them. "So honey." The dancer said as she mirrored Sami placing a hand on Kitty's knee. "What sort of dance would you like?" Kitty felt trapped, her heart was pounding in her chest but even so she felt the familiar twang deep in her loins as she listen to the smooth voice, the dancers finger stroking her forehead and temples as she continued. "If you could be whatever you wanted to be, what would you be, Honey? "Tell me and I will make your dreams a reality, Honey. All you have to do is give yourself to me; let me take you deeper than ever before. Good girl just relax and dance with me, Honey." Kitty's mind did a flip, that was a phrase her Mistress used to make her relax, to take her deeper but even coming from this unknown woman it still had an effect. Kitty would have liked to struggle, it's what she thought she should do but Sami and the dancer's hand's sliding up and down her thighs convinced her otherwise. "Soon honey you can sleep." The dancer assured her. "Just go a little deeper and tell me what you desire." Kitty opened her mouth and as the words poured forth she fell into oblivion. ------------------------------------------------- Kitty opened her eyes slowly, even in the very dim light her eyes hurt a little as though she had been drinking, not that Kitty knew what a hangover felt like of course. She realised from the hardness that she was on the floor. Suddenly she remembered the bar and the dancer and Sami and was wide-awake. She jumped up and as she heard the tinkling of a bell, banged her head against something hard. She lifted her hand to rub it and saw in the faint light mittens covering her hands. They were black and furry and covered her fingers and thumb, around the wrist they were secured by a leather cuff and padlock. When she tried to bend her fingers she couldn't, it was as if they had been fused together and the joints frozen solid. The palm side of the mitten had rough leather pads just like a cats paw. Kitty looked up and saw the metal mesh of a cage about 3 foot from the floor and it was against this she had banged her head. The walls of the cage formed an area 10 foot by 8 and terminated in a thick metal base although the floor was open and carpeted. Kitty looked down at her naked body, naked except for a matching pair of black mittens over her feet. Every time she moved she heard a small tinkling like a little bell and had she a mirror she would have seen that it emanated from a small silver ball that was attached to a leather collar, as was a silver fish shaped tag that announced to the world that the wearer was 'Kitty. Property of Mistress Amanda'. Just then the lights in the room came on and Kitty heard the distinctive sound of heels on stairs. Squinting a little in the now bright light Kitty saw that in one corner of the cage was a tray containing some grey grit and written on the side were the words 'Kitty's Litter Tray' As the sound of the heels grew louder Kitty saw that the cage was against one wall of a quite large room with a beige carpet and a green leather 3 piece suite formed around a large green rug in front of a marble hearth. Kitty looked in the direction of the sound of descending feet and saw an open wooden stepped spiral staircase down which were descending a pair of black strappy sandals. The sandals were followed by long legs in black stockings that vanished below the hem of a jade green skirt that swished up into a matching bodice that displayed a pair of large firm breasts. Finally a head accompanied the rest, a head framed by a halo of red curls around a pale creamy face from which shone pairs of red lips and green eyes. "Hello, Honey." Amanda said as her feet reached the floor. Kitty knew it was the voice of the dancer from the bar but also knew, almost instinctively that it was the voice of her Mistress. Even so she tested the water. "Mistress?" To Kitty's ears what came out was "Meow?" "Of course, Honey. Don't tell me Sami forgot to tell you she was working for me. What a naughty little girl she is. I thought you might have realised it was me in the bar but obviously my powers of disguise are as strong as my hypnotic ones. "Tell me, Honey. Is being a pussycat all you hoped it would be, I do hope so because from now on that is what you will be. When you prove you can be trusted I might remove the cage but until then you are only allowed out on a leash when accompanied. "Would you like to come out for a little bit now?" "Yes!" Kitty replied and again all Kitty heard was a "Meow!" "Not only will you not be allowed out, if you fail to address me properly you will be punished. Now lets try again. Would you like to come out of your cage?" "Yes please, Mistress." Kitty said to her mistress or at least that's what she thought she said, it was difficult to know only hearing cat sounds but her Mistress seemed to understand somehow. Amanda walked over to the door of the cage, it wasn't locked but she knew Kitty would not be able to open it with her paws. "Come on then, but any bad behaviour and it's punishment and back in the cage." On her hands and knees Kitty walked out of the cage and started to stand. This was stopped however by a stinging slap on her backside. "Kitty's don't stand up, they walk on all fours and not on their knees. From now on that is how you will move." "Yes, Mistress." Kitty mewed, cowering from any further blow. "Would you like to see how you look?" Amanda asked and Kitty told her in 'cat' that she would. Amanda turned on a large TV screen on the wall that had a camera underneath it showing the occupants of the room. "This way I can keep an eye on you." Amanda explained. "And if you are a good Kitty I might let you watch other things that happen upstairs." Kitty managed to walk on all fours without falling over to the front of the TV where she saw that in addition to the mittens and collar, her head was also covered in a black furry tight fitting hood with little cats ears and large holes for her eyes, long white whiskers protruded from the sides of her nose. Kitty tilted her head one way and then the other to get a good view as her mistress took off her dress standing behind Kitty in just her shoes and hose. She then sat on the sofa and called Kitty saying come and show me how a pussycat licks things she likes. Kitty eagerly scampered onto the rug and sat between Amanda's stocking covered legs and started to lick her mistresses cunt. As the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months Kitty came to accept her new life, the only thing that mildly upset her was that every few days she would start to feel sleepy, curl up in the large basket her Mistress gave her and fall asleep. When she woke she would find her mittens and hood had been changed and her body washed and oiled. Sami sometimes came to see her and play with her, but she couldn't lick Sami's pussy like she did her Mistress's for Sami always wore a full suit of latex. Kitty quite liked the taste of latex, especially if Sami had been working when it had an oily sheen to it, Kitty always found herself getting very excited after licking the oil and Sami would wear a strapon and fuck her like a big tom cat while Kitty squirmed and mewed.