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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
The shop was rather quaint by Beverly Hills standards, a small clothing store with an interesting collection inside. Katie Holmes had been walking by and become intrigued by it. Something about the simpleness struck the "Dawson's Creek" star and she decided to go in for a quick look. The store was quiet, Katie apparently the only customer. There was a clerk standing behind the counter, a middle-aged woman with dark hair who smiled politely as Katie entered. Katie spent a few minutes gazing around the shop, trying to find something that interested her. She was passing by the counter when her eyes fell on a strange device lying atop it.
"What's that?" she asked, intrigued.
"Ah, that's one of my special items," the shop-keeper said. "It does attract some attention, I'll admit. Would you like to see how it works?"
"Sure," Katie shrugged. She came closer to the counter as the shop-keeper hit a tiny switch on the device. Instantly, a hologram appeared from a special projector and drew Katie's attention. It was a swirl of multi-colored globes, spinning in a smooth pattern, the lights bouncing into Katie's eyes.
"It's relaxing to watch, isn't it?" the woman said, leaning toward the transfixed actress. "Just to stand there and watch the lights. Just watch the pretty lights spin around and around. You don't want to look away, you can't look away, you just want to look at the pretty lights. Just look at the lights and let everything else ebb away."
Within minutes, the woman knew her device had done its job again. Katie stood there, her eyes staring blankly at the lights, her mind gone and ready to serve. The shop-keeper hit a switch and turned the hologram off. "Katie, look at me." She gazed into Katie's blank eyes. "Katie, can you refuse me anything?"
"I can refuse you nothing," Katie said in a monotone.
"Of course not. You are, after all, my slave."
"I am your slave."
"Very good. Now, slave, you will go into the dressing room and there will be an outfit hanging on the wall. Put it on, then wait for me."
As Katie walked to the dressing room, the woman quickly locked the front door and put up a "gone to lunch" sign up. She hurried to the dressing room. She waited until she was just outside it and stripped off all her clothes. Her breasts sagged a bit, but she still looked rather attractive. She hurried into the dressing room. Katie stood there, wearing an unusual outfit. It had been tailor-made by the shop-keeper herself for use by those special clients of hers. There were a pair of tight pants that covered all except Katie's clit and ass. She wore a red shirt with a fur lining, done so a small patch of skin could be seen along the cleavage. She stood, waiting for further instructions by her mistress.
The shop-keeper came up to her and let her hands run down Katie's wonderful body. She clamped the buttocks and squeezed them. Katie tensed and gave a sigh, but no other reaction. The woman spread the jacket apart just enough so Katie's small breasts could be seen. Her fingers lightly grazed them before the shop-keeper fell to her knees.
"Stand up straight, Katie," she commanded.
As Katie stood erect, the woman leaned in and put her face in between those black-clad legs. Her tongue entered the patch and slid into Katie's pussy. She grabbed Katie's ass for support as she began to lick at her, the young girl's juices soon beginning to spill onto her tongue. Katie said and did nothing, other than grunt a few times as the woman's tongue worked its way into her. The woman's grip on her ass tightened as Katie finally came with an oversized load, her cum splashing onto the woman's face. All the while, Katie stood frozen, her breasts exposed, her ass red from the pinching it was receiving.
The woman lay back on the floor, her legs spread. "Eat me out, Katie," she commanded.
Katie seemed happy to finally move, diving onto her knees and placing her mouth right up to her mistress' pussy. She was slower than the shop-keeper, her tongue taking long, soft drags at the hair-lined lips, her hands moving up and down the chunky hips as her lips moved up and down the hair-lined patch. The shop-keeper clamped down on Katie's head with her thighs as she began to release, refusing to let Katie go until she had licked away all the juices she could.
As Katie lay on top of the shop-keeper and gently kissed her, the shop-keeper smiled as she thought of how Katie would spread the word to her friends about this wonderful shop. It was so nice to have word-of-mouth do your work for you.
THE END
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