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  Katie’s Touch

  Lesbian Romance

  By: Olivia Myers

  Contents

  Katie’s Touch

  Bonus Book: Licked by a Vampire

  Bonus Book: Licked by a Vampire II

  Bonus Book: Love and Whiskers (Lesbian cat Shifter)

  Thank You

  Katie’s Touch

  Katie examined her reflection, with no small amount of intensity, running a finger along her perfectly sculpted brows. She smiled at herself. It was a smile known to bring lesser women to their knees, and hummed her approval. Her hair had that just-so look, and she considered herself with a bit of smugness. Her looks enhanced, she glanced to her vanity, where a pair of expensive gloves lay. She pulled the gloves onto her hands. It was an act she completed with a reverence that might have seemed over the top to most people. A snug fit, as always. She flexed her hands, reveling in the slight give of the material. She glanced to the mirror once more, quirking a smile and offering herself a little wave.

  Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it. She stood from her vanity stool, brushing imaginary lint off of her well-fitted suit, and strode towards the door of her room, flinging the door open and coming face-to-face with her large and in-charge roommate.

  “You’re up early,” she noted, and Jackie laughed, a loud yet pleasant sound.

  “And you’re looking fine as wine, as usual.” Jackie smiled, wagging her eyebrows in an exaggerated manner. Katie rolled her eyes, smiling good naturedly as she slipped past her roommate. “So, you were out late last night. Dish, honey,” Jackie demanded, taking a seat on the very ugly sofa that they often bickered over.

  “That thing is hideous,” Katie ribbed, pouring herself a mug of coffee and taking a long sip, savoring the bitter taste.

  “It’s comfortable. You’re avoiding my question,” Jackie pointed out, sipping her own coffee—milky and sweet, like she preferred her men. Katie rolled her eyes, idly flipping through the daily newspaper.

  “It’s not as much a question as a demand, is it?” Katie said, peering over the edge of her coffee cup and snickering before taking another sip. Jackie had her arms crossed over her generous bosom, tapping her foot in a way that Katie was all too familiar with. “Alright, I did a bit of reconnaissance work for you, and you will be tickled pink to know that there are several promising prospects,” she murmured, pausing for effect and internally smiling at the way Jackie perked up.

  “Tell me more!” the ebony-skinned woman demanded, clapping her hands together.

  “One has a particular fantasy about being treated like a baby. Diaper wetting and all,” Katie said cheerfully, smothering her laughter at the deadpan look Jackie leveled towards her.

  “You’re kidding,” Jackie drawled.

  “The hands don’t lie, Jackie.” Katie hummed, wiggling her fingers at the other woman. It always felt somewhat liberating to speak about her powers so openly, and it was something she only experienced with her roommate. She had expected a fiasco when Jackie learned about her powers, but Jackie had kept quiet for all the years they’d known each other. In exchange, Katie went along with Jackie’s, at times, over-the-top demands to find her a rich, white boy to settle down with. Of course, she always had a bit of fun with it.

  “Come on, you have to have found someone besides a literal man-child.” Jackie whined, and Katie bit back a laugh, shrugging her shoulders.

  “Well, the only other guy I found had a fantasy about eating fruit off of a big, beautiful, black woman’s body,” she said casually, placing her coffee cup in the sink and folding up the newspaper, slipping towards the door. Jackie squawked, trying to scramble after her, but Katie sprinted the last few steps, rushing through the door. “Sorry Jackie, we’ll talk more later! I have to get to work!” Katie called over her shoulder, shutting the door and hearing the solid thump of Jackie slamming into the door. She snickered to herself before regaining her composure, ambling towards the apartment elevator. She waited as it came to her floor, trying not to obviously notice the busty, blonde woman who had stepped up beside her.

  “Going down?” the blonde inquired, examining her watch.

  “If only,” Katie muttered. The blonde gave no indication of hearing her. When the elevator came to their floor, the doors opened and the two women stepped inside. Slyly, Katie slipped off one of her gloves and pretended to brush a bug off the other woman’s shoulder. Immediately, her mind flooded with perverse images that would make a grown man cry. She saw herself in her mind’s eye, treating the blonde woman like some sort of misbehaved animal, and as she slipped her glove back on, she couldn’t help her lecherous grin. “So. Shot in the dark here, but would you like to come to my place sometime?” Katie asked casually, watching the stiffening of the blonde’s shoulders. The other woman glanced towards her, drawing her lip between her teeth. She seemed to be considering her answer. Then the elevator dinged, and Katie realized with some remorse they were on the ground floor. Katie moved to slip out of the elevator, but before she could make it out of the elevator doors, the blonde had dragged her back in, pressing her against the back of the elevator. She pressed her lips to Katie's as the elevator doors began to close once more. The thought of leaving entered Katie’s mind only once before she turned the tables on the blonde woman, pinning her against the elevator doors as they closed.

  “I like it when a woman takes charge,” the blonde giggled, running a manicured nail along Katie’s jawline.

  “Lucky for you, I like to take charge,” Katie retorted, pressing the emergency stop button once they were between floors. Though Katie valued her job as a doorman at the ritzy Tribeca hotel she worked at, there was one thing she valued more. Sex with beautiful women. “Sit,” she ordered as the blonde stepped towards her. The blonde hesitated for a moment, eyes widening, before she obeyed. She sat much like a dog would as Katie slipped out of her clothes. The blonde began to whine softly as Katie’s goddess-like body was exposed, though it seemed somewhat peculiar that the gloves stayed on.

  “The gloves--?” the woman inquired softly, cutting herself off as Katie leveled a glare towards her.

  “Did I tell you to speak?” she said authoritatively, closing the short distance between them. “Stay,” she ordered, tangling a hand in the woman’s hair and guiding her face towards her throbbing core. “You may touch yourself if you can do so while pleasing me,” Katie said firmly, gasping out in pleasure as the other woman buried her face between her thighs, lapping desperately at her dripping folds. Katie rocked her hips against the woman’s face, hearing the tell-tale sounds of the blonde desperately pleasuring herself. Katie rested her forehead against the doors to the elevator, feeling herself nearing her peak. However, the blonde seemed to be getting sloppier, the swipes of her tongue frantic and falling just short of pleasurable. Katie gave her hair a tug, staring down at her. “More slowly. For both of us. You’re getting sloppy.”

  “I’m so close,“ the blonde whimpered, but obediently slowed the pace at which she rubbed herself.

  “You will come when given the order. Tend to your master, first,” Katie muttered, taking a shuddering breath as that honeyed tongue began to probe her with purpose once more. The blonde lapped at her slit, gathering any fluids that may have gathered, before dragging her tongue up to that familiar bundle of nerves that s
o ached for her attention. Katie groaned, shamelessly grinding against the other woman’s face as she was fellated, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. “C-come,” she bit out, body shaking as she stepped back. She watched hungrily as the woman finished herself off, hitting her peak with a long, drawn out whine.

  “Oh my god…” the blonde whimpered, staring up at Katie as if she was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes upon. Katie smiled before grabbing some moist towelettes from her pants pocket—she never left home without them. She wiped her body off quickly before pulling her work clothes back on, noting that she still had time to make it to work if she rushed. The blonde woman seemed to be slowly pulling herself together, and Katie nudged her clothes towards her with a foot.

  “Get dressed, or I’m going to be late for work.” Katie said firmly, but not unkindly. The blonde nodded her head, pulling her dress back on but seeming content to leave her underwear for the apartment workers to find. Katie pressed the button to send the elevator back to the ground floor, smiling as the doors opened with a pleasant ‘ding’. All eyes were on the two as they slipped out of the elevator, and Katie could hear a low whistle from one of the men in the lobby. The blonde looked thoroughly humiliated, but Katie mused that it likely just added to her pleasure. As she moved to walk away, she felt a small piece of paper pressed into her hand. She paused a moment longer, glancing between the paper and the blonde.

  “Call me sometime?” The blonde smiled awkwardly. Katie nodded, offering her a curt smile.

  “Of course,” she replied, taking long strides to the door of the apartment complex. As she stepped outside, she flicked the paper to the ground, watching as the wind caught it and sent it skipping down the street. She rolled her eyes, starting to walk the short distance from her apartment complex to the hotel at which she worked. She never kept the numbers of her various partners, preferring to get her licks and split, so to speak. While it was likely she would see the blonde again, she doubted any conflict would arise from it. “Too easy,” she murmured to herself, brushing a bit of dust off of her suit before stepping into the lobby of the ritzy Tribeca hotel that served as her home away from home. She checked in with her boss before taking her place at the door, ready to take on a long day of work.

  As the day went on, Katie found herself growing slightly bored. When her lunch break rolled around, she decided to take her lunch at the newly renovated restaurant on the ground floor of the hotel. The food was expensive, but she got an employee discount for working at the hotel and could usually justify eating there every so often. She ordered a club sandwich, taking her gloves off and setting them to the side of the table. As she waited for her food to come, she scoped out the club, idly noting any customers she recognized. She closed her eyes for a moment, resting her chin on her palm, and listening to the general chatter that permeated the restaurant.

  “Oh my, those hands!” an effeminate, male voice called out and Katie had little time to react before the man had gripped her hand in his own. As he turned it over, her mind flooded with the man’s darkest fantasies. She tried to pull her hand away as the vision of this very man being mounted by a German Shepherd pervaded her mind. However, he held tight, flipping her hand over and tracing his fingers along her palm. “These hands, my darling, they’re gorgeous. Why would you ever keep them obscured under those gloves? Magnificent, just magnificent. I work for a company that is always looking for hand models and—“ He continued to ramble on, and Katie resigned herself to some long moments of experiencing this man’s bestial fantasies. However, suddenly the man jerked away, eyes wide as some sort of scene played out in the restaurant a few tables away. Katie blinked, watching in shock as one of her favorite customers unzipped his pants, pulling his member free and unleashing a flood of piss on the other person at his table—a long time client, if she recalled correctly. She stared at her hands, a sinking sense of dread burbling up in her stomach. This had happened before. Many times, as a matter of fact. Not this specific situation, but in the few times since her childhood that she took her gloves off... She could recall several situations where she held hands with a lover, glove-free at their request, and suddenly their uncle began kissing their mother, or any number of odd situations, likely rooted in their deepest, darkest fantasies. Lives had been torn apart, and she had never suspected.

  She swiftly pulled her gloves back on, pushing away from the table and slipping out of the restaurant before the manager arrived, and likely the police. Guilt gnawed at her stomach, or perhaps hunger, and she realized with a start that she had abandoned her club sandwich at the scene. She groaned unhappily, settling into her usual place at the door, ready to greet any potential customers.

  “Kate! Kate Brickmore?” a melodic feminine voice rung out, and Katie glanced in the direction of the sound. It took a moment for recognition to dawn but when it did, Katie couldn’t deny the twinge in her loins. Wendy Walsh, daughter of David Walsh, one of the most well-to-do businessmen in town, who just happened to own one of the penthouses on the upper floor. She’d heard gossip from the other hotel workers, how Wendy worked tirelessly to impress her father, presenting nothing but the perfect picture of professionalism everywhere she walked. In her hand, she held a Styrofoam box, and she approached Katie with a tight-lipped smile.

  “Miss Walsh,” Katie said with a smile, standing and giving a little half-bow, half-curtsy. Wendy seemed not to know how to react, waiting for Katie to straighten up before thrusting the Styrofoam box towards the other woman. Katie quirked a brow curiously, opening the box and all but salivating at the sight of her fresh club sandwich. “How kind of you to go out of your way,” Katie said smoothly, brushing her hair away from her eyes and offering Wendy a charming smile. Wendy stared blankly back at her for a moment, shaking her head and gesturing towards the hotel restaurant.

  “Well, after that fiasco, I had no real desire to finish my lunch there. I saw you forgot your meal, so I thought I would bring it to you on the way to my office,” Wendy said, sounding rather uninterested in the whole situation. Katie smiled, setting her sandwich aside and patting the seat beside her.

  “You’re welcome to have lunch with me, Miss Walsh. It would be a shame for you to have to eat alone,” Katie suggested with a grin, faltering as Wendy shook her head in response.

  “Oh, I actually prefer to eat alone. I really must get back to work. My father would kill me if he knew I was dawdling around,” Wendy offered, looking as if she were oblivious to the fact that Katie was even trying to flirt with her. Katie quirked a brow in confusion, opening her mouth to speak but snapping it shut as Wendy slipped past, apparently done with the conversation. She watched the business woman go and Katie was uncertain of how to process the outright rejection. She saw Wendy around the hotel from time to time, every two weeks or so. Other than that, she didn’t know all that much about the other woman. Her utter lack of interest fascinated her, however, and she internally vowed that she would find out as much as possible about Miss Walsh once her shift was over. In the meantime, she was more than a little eager to dig into her lunch. She took a large bite of her sandwich, swallowing quickly and opening the door to greet a police officer as he approached the hotel. She could make out the flashing lights of his car parked some distance away, and felt a pang of sympathy. Parking was always awful at the hotel she worked at, which was why she had given up on finding parking every day and had started simply walking to work.

  “Hello officer. Hope you’re having a pleasant afternoon.” She greeted cheerfully, smiling through the deadpan look the officer shot her.

  “I wouldn’t call apprehending a man who was struck by the sudden desire to piss all over his client a good day,” the officer retorted. Katie faltered, and the officer hesitated, shaking his head. “Sorry, kid. It’s just that booking sickos like this day in and day out can… get in your head.” Katie nodded, gesturing towards the restaurant’s entrance.

  “Last I saw, security had the guy held up in there. I hope your day get
s better.” She smiled crookedly, closing the door behind the officer and settling back down with her lunch. The officer returned her smile with some hesitation, stalking towards the inner entrance to the hotel restaurant. When he opened the door, she could hear the shouts and pleading of the hotel’s long-time customer.

  “Please! I don’t know what came over me! I have a wife and kids, this isn’t me! I can’t go to jail for this! Please, please, I’ll pay whatever you want—“ His voice was cut off by the door slamming shut, and Katie stared in the direction of the restaurant for several long moments. She glanced back to her sandwich, feeling slightly queasy at the sight of it. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so hungry anymore. She tossed the boxed up sandwich in a garbage can, slowly walking back to her post and trying to ignore the guilt gnawing at her insides. The door to the restaurant burst open again, and the police officer had the hotel customer in handcuffs, shoving him roughly towards the door. Katie stood, opening the door so the officer could drag him out. “Katie! Katie, honey, please! You know I’m not some sicko like everyone is saying! Please! I don’t understand what came over me!” the customer pleaded. Katie swallowed thickly, remaining silent as the officer swore at the man, jerking him through the door and dragging him to the squad car. She watched the two cross traffic, hands tensed at her sides. As she slowly closed the door, the hotel manager came over to watch the scene.

  “Crazy how things happen. Wonder what made him do it?” the manager mused. Katie shrugged, returning to her post with a vaguely queasy look.

  “I have no idea.”

  The rest of the day passed too slowly for Katie’s taste, and by the time she was able to clock out, she was all too ready to wind down at her favorite bar. Wendy Walsh and the restaurant scene temporarily forgotten, she stopped at her apartment just long enough to change into something a bit more nightclub appropriate. Mostly out of habit, she examined herself in the mirror once more and groaned at how tired she looked. As much as she would have liked to vent about today’s happenings with Jackie, the one person who might understand, Jackie was likely off enjoying the night on her own terms. Maybe she was trying to find a billionaire’s son to spend the night with. Katie’s mind briefly flashed to Wendy Walsh, but she quickly shook off the thought. As much as the hard-to-get act aroused her, tonight she just wanted a night of rough, dirty fucking.