Katarsina - The Bodystoking (8) (Patreon)

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2)

Part 8

Suddenly the click of the lock sounded, and the door began to open. That shook Katarsina out of her thoughts and her attempts to remember what she had done that morning. "Was it maybe the cleaning service?. . It could be", Katarsina thought, seeing that the trash can and other things were thrown on the floor . . . Then she noticed a manly figure entering through the door and when she saw the face of that man . . . time seemed to stop. Giving Katarsina enough time for all the memories of her day to emerge and flood her mind, in the form of a cruel carousel of memories that made her dizzy, causing her knees to fail her.

It was too strong a blow for her, she started to slip to the ground. However, fortunately for her, Lu managed to grab her with his right arm and without spilling a drop from the two cups of of tea that he had brought with him, he steadied her. They both looked at each other without saying anything. While Lu looked at her with an almost paternal and protective face, Katarsina's face turned red with embarrassment and she tried to avoid his eyes.

"Hello again," Lu said, "I brought you some Purple Lily Tea. It is the only thing that can calm the effects of the oil you used. It will help you pull yourself together."

Katarsina's eyes closed when she heard that man, realizing she didn't even know his name. Lu realized this and quickly corrected his poorly chosen phrase, offering her the tea.

"I know what you've been through and I know what it feels like," he commented, appealing to her empathy, "luckily I know how to remedy it. I think it can be said, that none of us really pays attention to the labels and warnings . . . who was going to believe that the magic really exists, right? By the way my name is Lu."

Katarsina did not realize how it happened, but shortly afterwards she and Lu were chatting as if they had known each other forever. But with the incentive that they did not, they had a lot to talk about and so first she thanked him that someone as handsome as him would help her. She told him her name was Katarsina.

Lu recounted his first experience with a similar oil produced by Lascivia. It was an accidental experience, searching for a notebook in his mother's alchemy workshop, when he had spilled a vial of pure essence called "Succubus Oil". He also told her what he did for a living, and that their brand was more ambitious than YOUR SIN, and that they were capable of making ecstasy known even to frigid people, as well as being able to satisfy the fantasies of the most extreme minds.

Between one story and the next, time began to flow slower and slower. The shame she felt gave way to a feeling of comfort, at first it made her giggle and at the end of Lu's last story, Katarsina was almost laughing out loud. But suddenly there was a deep silence between the two. They both looked into each other's eyes, the distance between them getting closer with each more and more forced breath. Their hearts beating so hard, that they seemed to want to leave their chests.

"I barely know him," Katarsina said to herself, feeling almost as excited as when she was going down to the beach. . . And then she thought aloud, ". . . I'm not like that . . ."

"As well as. . .?" she said in a low tone, "Lu, you're beautiful, attractive, irresistible . . . and you smell so good of lavender and cinnamon . . ."

"Gods!" Katarsina thought, regaining her composure, "The Oil!"

She was suddenly certain that they were both influenced by the oil . . . her skin still gave off the scent of that Special Oil and Lu was feeling it too. The oil had to have soaked into his skin when he had helped her. The tea obviously did not have the desired effect on them. Or maybe it prevented worse actions.

They both apologized and moved apart and then fell silent, not knowing what to say to each other. Katarsina felt her face with flush with heat from shame, but she admitted to herself that it was a feeling like when she went to high school and when she liked the popular boy that was. . . Alex.

She cursed herself, because once again her ex was hoarding her thoughts. Everything that had happened to her was because of him, all that pain and resentment, the nonsense that she is doing in order to try to get revenge on him. But then she decided to change everything . . .to turn the page, to live as some of her friends did, without commitments or relationships. Then she looked through the door that led to the terrace and realized that it was getting dark outside.

"Hey Lu. . ." Katarsina started to say, "you have helped me and that's why I thought. . . How about I invite you to dinner? Not here in the Hotel, obviously. . . I mean . . . in a restaurant, you know how. . ."

"I would love to, but only if you wear something other than that suit, Lu replied, grinning.

"Don't worry, with me wearing it, you couldn't have . . ." she started to say.

Suddenly she realized what she was about to say, her body must still be intoxicated by the effects of the oil, but it was a pleasant sensation and she really didn't want to fight it. Lu was more than attractive enough for her liking and since she was far from home, no one knew her, at least without her bodystocking. And he too seemed to be interested.

". . . a decent quote, hehe," he, finished knowingly. Katarsina was thinking that Lu knew very well what she wanted to have said, or at least in the most twisted and perverted part of her mind, she hoped and even expected it.

Barely an hour later they were both sitting on what they jokingly called the typical terrace with a romantic Mediterranean flair. They sat together at a table with scented candles, to camouflage the unpleasant effect of the combination of heat and humidity in the air. That light brought out Lu's attractive features. And though Lu's eyes already had seemed to be the most beautiful she had ever seen in a man, now they were hypnotic, irresistible, and combined with that passionate expression he spoke with, they were like a beast, ready to dominate the prey.

Lu was telling her about the fascinating world of the fetish clothing trade, a market which grew almost without limits. First thanks to the internet and then to a way never heard of before. . . .Thanks to magic. Katarsina, like the rest of the normal people was shocked, when she heard these news and when it became official, that Wizards, Sorcerers and Witches really existed and could use real power. The suit and the oil being ample proof.

"Who would have imagined that magic really exists," Katarsina said without taking her eyes off Lu, "I have to admit that it scares and attracts me alike."

Lu nodded, and continued to explain to Katarsina that this was the secret of this type of clothing. The woman who wears it, doesn't just want to look sexy. She wants that and to feel really hot, she wants to free herself from moral constrains and let herself be carried away by carnal desire, as if she were trapped at a party of the God Dionysus. But after a short time that was not enough anymore, the women wanted more, they wanted to live out their darkest fantasies or at least, be seen like this by other people who do not understand this fetish. There was also a line for men, but it was not working so well.

Then Lu revealed to her that he was going to ask her an intimate and personal question, and he asked for an honest answer, "would you wear the suit from YOUR SIN again?"

Untill now they had only ordered a couple of drinks, the next round of which was served now. Then for the first time since they had sat down, Katarsina looked away, and her face flushed. She bit her lip as she sorted her thoughts. Her meditation lasted about 10 seconds.

"I have to say, that suit has some major drawbacks in its design, . . how to use it in places like this . . ." she said making a naughty girl face and taking up his glass, "but how could I not put it back on?" Thus confirming what Lu had just said about the magical clothes.

Lu smiled and took the offered glass from her, and proposed a toast, to her, to her courage and to how sexy she was with the suit on. But when he made the gesture of bringing his glass closer to collide with hers, Katarsina smirked and moved her glass away.

"I would wear it right now," she continued, then putting on the most sexual tone that she had ever used, "If it weren't for the fact that I can’t have sex with it.

His eyes widened enough to let Katarsina know that he had understood her perfectly. Without letting go of the glass, he raised his other hand and called the waiter to ask for the receipt of what had been consumed. At the same time as Katarsina, now moving closer, he collided his glass with hers with a sensual “Santé”.

to be continued. . .