It started with the ringing of her phone. For months now Kathrine had been struggling with making rent and finding work, and she had almost given up hope, after sending her resume to practically every single agency and studio. Her dream of working for a reputable agency making photos looked more and more like a pipe dream. She had to survive with only the profits of the few pictures she managed to sell to some magazines but even that had dried up in the last months. So when her mobile suddenly starts ringing with an unknown number she almost steps on the brakes of her old Nissan.
Kathrine was a 22 year old young woman with large breasts that she often hid in a large shirt. A small waist, and wide hips, that on her 5’2” foot frame looked even larger. She often wore heels to blend in better, and normally wore her long black hair in a braid or in a loose ponytail down her back, while her bright green eyes were hidden behind her glasses.
Fumbling with the controls of her phone, while trying to prevent an accident, she answers.
"Hello, Kathrine speaking?”
"Hello, here is July from ‘Art and Pets’. You sent us your resume last week, and we would like to know if you could jump in for one of our regulars at short notice. He was involved in an accident on the way, and we need a replacement for his shoot in two hours. If you can make it, we would like for you to come into our atelier to check out the equipment and then drive to the location for the shooting.”
"I have the rest of the day free, but what about an interview, the contract or about me not knowing what I would have to photograph? You don’t even know me and have no idea if I am even qualified. Not to mention, the compensation.”
"I am authorized to offer you XXX for today as a contractor, and we can do the needed paperwork tomorrow. All you would have to do is to show up, make the pictures the artist wants, and then bring us the equipment back, and even if the photos are garbage, we just say the files were corrupted.
Look, the client is one of our biggest and you have us over a barrel. From what I have seen in the examples that were in your file, you have talent, and we need someone this instant. If it goes well, today would also count as a big part of your interview, and at least you get a good recommendation from us for your future applications, if it does not work out with us. “
“I am not sure, I don’t even know which agency you are, as I have sent my application to everything that works with photos in the city, to be honest. From the name I take it your agency works with pets and makes photos of art? What have pets and art in common? “
“Oh boy, you are in for a surprise. Yeah, you can say we work with pets, but we also do other jobs. If you are willing to help us out, just come to XXX in the next half an hour, and I will give you the address and show you the equipment.”
Still thinking about the outstanding rent and the empty fridge, Kathrine already taps the address into her navi to drive to the most exciting shooting in her 22 years of life without knowing it yet.
Arriving at the address, she was met at an unremarkable door on the side of an old industrial building by a dark haired woman whose face was hidden by a medical mask introducing herself as July.
She was of normal height, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and dark jeans over 4 inch heels. Her long dark hair hung loose over her shoulders hiding her ears and on her nose sat a pair of irregular looking glasses, but Kathrine could not say what was bothering her about it. In her right eyebrow were two small rings on the side.
"Sorry for the mask and the chaos, we are in the process of moving to a bigger location and I am just over having a cold. I take it you are Kathrine?”
"Yes, I am.”
“Then come in. You will need to sign a few forms for taking the equipment, and I will need to give you the address. Follow me, I think you also have some questions?”
“You said on the phone, that all I would do is take the pictures, and not worry about the setting?”
“Yes, right. The artist who hired us will be there and instruct you and the model, but to make things easier with the hygiene and for the model, it is easier and cheaper to hire an extra photographer. All you will have to do is take the camera and take the pictures he will instruct you to take. Do you have any problems with that?”
“No. Sounds pretty easy to me, is there anything I should be looking for, something I should not do?”
“No, like I said, when you are there, all you have to do is follow his instructions.”
"Ok, what about the camera, do I need to look for something special?”
"No. It is his reserve camera, and an older model without all the new gimmicks. Just point and click, the focus is automatic. Here are the reserve batteries, and here are two more SD cards, but I don't think you will need them. They are in the front pouch of the carrierbag. I will call the client when you are on the way and explain the situation to him. When you arrive, just tell him who you are and that I sent you. His address is XXX.”
With that July pushed the bag with the camera into her hands, before handing her a form to sing, which as she looked over it was a very simple contract, hiring her for the day as an independent photographer. Looking it over before signing, it was just what she told her and the compensation. Singhing it, July again told her the address and practically shoved her out the door.
"Thanks for giving me this chance, and I hope all goes well. ‘Till later, July.”
"Later Kathrine, and don't worry about bringing the equipment back today, it is enough to do it tomorrow as well, when you come in for the pictures and the longer contract.”
As she sat down in her car, thinking about the whole conversation while typing in the address, it finally dawned on her, what bothered her about the glasses July was wearing. They did not have the legs that normally hold them on the ears. Just how did they stay on?
As she finally arrived at the address, after having to walk for five minutes after finally finding a parking spot to just see one not ten meters from the door of the three story building, she was greeted at the door by a middle aged blond man, who introduced himself as Lukas.
After showing her id to prove who she was, he led her up the two flights of stairs to his apartment where he introduced the third person, who was currently bent over a fridge door rummaging through the contents of said fridge.
"That over there is Meredith, who…”
"Call me Foxy damnit, how often do I have to remind you!”
"Sorry, that over there is Foxy, who is my victim today. Thanks for filling in for Jarred.”
"Damn straight I am,” responded the now named Foxy who poked her head over the door to see who he was greeting.
Said Foxy turned out to be a redhead with slitted red eyes and a ring through the middle of her nose, who wore a pair of matching fox ears in her long crimson mane. After standing up and coming over, Kathring could see that she was lightly tanned and in her early twenties, while wearing a strange top that let her sides and back totally free, while forming a tight collar around her neck and also leaving her shoulders bare, made from a glossy black material. She also wore tight jeans and simple sneakers, while she had a matching foxtail clipped to a belt loop behind her back.
"Hi im Foxy, and you are the replacement for Jarred?”
"Yeah. Nice to meet you, I think. What do you mean by victim?"
"Did July not tell you what we will be doing?”
"No, she just told me to get the reserve camera from their office or whatever that place was, and come here. All the things would be explained here and I should not worry.”
While Foxy cackled, Lukas sighted and muttered, “July strikes again. Frank should just ring her shut, but then there would be even less explaining done.”
"Ahh, I am sorry?”
"Not your fault. What do you know about needleplay and playpiercing?”
"What are those, and what do they have to do with pets?”
"Pets! Ha ha ha! Just how the hell did you end up at ‘Art and Pets’?”
"Foxy shut the hell up! Ok, but fair, how the hell did you end up with them?”
asked Lukas while leading her to a couch to sit and talk.
"I was looking for jobs and sending my resume to every studio that did photos. I was on the way home, as July called me and told me they needed a replacement asap, and if it goes well, this counts as my tryout. Why, what does Art and Pets really do?”
Still snickering Foxy answered: “They do photos in the fetish and bodymod scene. You know what that means right?”
"Like tattoos and piercings and that, and like the stuff from porn with the whips and the giant dildos?”
At that response Foxy started to howl again while Lukas sight and then answered.
"Something like that. Arts and Pets is more active in the petplay scene, adult people pretending to be pets, with or without an owner, and as far as bodymods goes, yes, but there is much more.”
"Yep yep yep! There is so much more fun out there. There are the many different piercings and fun things to do with them, there are the tattoos, the big visible ones, the hidden ones, the ones that glow in the dark etc, but there are also the scars, the implants, the temporäry things that you do for fun or because you want to take the interesting photos, and the things you can do at conventions are even more awesome. Come let us introduce you to the wonderful world of sharp and pointy things that should not go into the body but still do!”
"Ok… but what about the shooting? Don't we have to also do that?” Kathrine asks hesitantly.
"Ahh shit, the shooting. Come let's take you to the studio. Foxy stop messing around, you can traumatise her while I prepare your back.”
"Fine! Come on, I'll explain in the other room.”
"Umm, should I also take pictures from the preparation? And preparations for what exactly?”
"Yeah, that would be good. Just take out the camera, and take a few pictures while I clean her back; damn, Foxy, I need to disinfect the chair first, you would think it is her first time as a model for something, where was I, ahh yes, just take a few pictures while I clean her back with alcohol, and while I measure the dots. Ok, now you can sit.”
While Lukas cleaned the chair, Kathrine took out her camera and checked to make sure it functioned properly. Taking a cute picture of Foxy in the process, who was just sticking her pierced tongue out at him behind his back.
After the foxgirl was seated, he continued explaining, while using a piece of paper and a spray bottle from a nearby movable table that was filled with bowls, cartons and bottles, and till now covered with some paper.
"What we are doing today is a form of playpiercing called a corset-piercing. Here, also take a picture from the dots before I begin with the needle. Playpiercing is a term used to describe piercings that are done just for a short piece of time, whether because they are in places that are not suited for long term piercings, because they are done for an act, like today, or just because the people wanted to have some fun. Normally you would not do piercings on the back, because the area is not a good choice. To have a good chance that the piercing holds and does not grow out or get infected, you need to look out for a few things. The area should not move much, should be clean, and the skin should not be under tension, to name a few points. Yeah, take another one now.”
While he cleaned and started to make two rows of small dots on the foxgirl's back, Kathrine dutifully took the picture, while attentively listening to his explanation.
“While the back of a person is constantly in motion from moving around, the bigger problem against permanent piercing there is, that most people lie in it and the pressure will cause problems. Also, as the back is relatively flat, the body also has a bigger chance to reject the jewelry, leading to infections and if the rings grow out to scars. Damn it Foxy, stay still. Now I have to redo the dots on the left side. Should I chain you to the chair or what!”
"Maybe?”
"Someday, someday I will just nail you down.”
"What! Nail her down!?”
"Damn have I said that out loud?”
"Yes, and I will hold you to that.”
"Ok, back to the topic. While the back is not suited for long term piercings in most cases, it is ideal for playpiercings and needleplay, as it is a nice big area that is easy to photograph. Today I will create something called a corset piercing on her back, which means that after I am done with the dots, thank you for moving again Foxy, I will place two rows of ring in the skin of her back, and after im done, lace along ribbon through them to give the illusion of a corset lacing. Ok take another picture.”
While doing as she is told, Kathrine can help but ask herself, why Foxy would decide to let someone do something like that to her. Deciding to wait till later to ask her question and not wanting to disrupt his explanation she not only takes pictures from the back, but also from both of them as he is just preparing the needles and rings. She looks, as he systematically opens one needle after another and puts them into a metal bowl filled with rubbing alcohol, if the label on the bottle is any indication, while in another bowl the rings are already waiting.
While he is doing that, Foxy moves a bit in the chair to find a more relaxed position, and he explains further, that the difference between needle play and playpiercing, is that in the latter, the needles are going to be replaced with pieces of jewelry, be it rods, rings or kooks, while by needleplay the needles stay till the end of the planned scene. He also explains that the reason for hiring her is to prevent infections, and to save time. If he were to take the pictures himself, he would need to change his sterile gloves every time he takes a photo, and that would just waste too much time.
When he is ready with his preparation, he starts by explaining the process for Kathrine.
“As you can see, if I want to pierce the skin on her back, I can do it in a few ways. I can use a special kind of tweezers, called forceps, to take a fold of her skin, and use them to guide the needle. As the fold is so thick, much thicker than normal, that would involve some pain, but would make it easier for me, as all I would have to do is push the needle through. In that case, I would take a fold of skin that would run crosswise with the needle. Instead, what I will do is take a bit of skin that runs lengthwise with both points, and go with the needle at an angle under her skin. After the needle is in, I lower the needle, and carefully push it, till it is under the planned exit point, before pushing down on her skin while at the same time pushing the needle out. To prevent injuring myself and her, at least in an unwanted way, I use this piece of rubber and shove it over the tip. Here, take a picture. As you can see, it has the same size as a winecork that is cut in half. I know some others actually use cork, but rubber is much more hygienic. Now I can either continue with the next piercing, or I can replace the needle with the ring. Both have pros and cons, at the end the piercer has to decide which way he prefers. If I replace the needle, I cant cut myself or her, if the stopper falls of, but I would have use more toolsas I need one stopper per needle. I personally prefer replacing the needles with open rings, and working my way down. Here, make another picture of the first ring. The next big one should be when I am done with all ten on this side, after that when I am halfway done with the second side. If you want, you can take a few of me working at her back, but those will most likely not be used.”
The first piercing took over two minutes, because of the explanation, whereas the second one only took a bit over one minute. Kathrine could see that he had done it many times before.
While Lukas was working on Meredith's back, Kathrine took the occasional picture while talking with the redhead.
“So, why do you let him do that to you? Are the needles not painful?"
“Well dugh… You get stabbed with a pointy metal bit in the back, naturally it's painful. But I like experiencing new things. I like the look that I will see at the end, and I like the endorphins that come from the needles.”
“What do you mean?”
“I am something of a masochist, I like the pain, and I like the feeling of the metal sliding through my skin. It is how I came into contact with the scene in the first place.I went to my piercer to have some work done, and there was a listing in the window looking for someone who would stand in as a model for a showpiece. The reward listed was the work I originally wanted done and then some extra, but spending $200 or just having a few pictures taken in exchange, the decision was easy. As he worked on me, we started talking about the scene and I became interested. One thing leads to the next, and here I am, playing victim for Lukas here. Ouch damned Lukas, that one stung.”
“And what is that whole fox thing you have going?”
“Oh, that, yeah, as I was younger, I always got into trouble, whether because I was bored, or because it looked interesting. Because of my red hair, my parents started calling me fox or some variation, and Foxy stuck around. Later I found a cheap pair of fake fox ears and a clip on tail in a custom fundus, and started wearing them till they gave out. I liked it and replaced them with new ones whenever needed. It drove my parents nuts, when my yearbook photos came and I wore those ears.”
"Oh, any other funny stories from your childhood?”
“Well, there was that one time, where my parents had to explain to CPS, why they took me in a pet carrier to the doctor.”
"I'm sorry, what?”
“Yeah, so my parents had before my birth this big dog, a German sheephead I think, and they needed a carrier to bring him to the vet. He died before my birth, and all the dogstuff was put into the attic. When I was six or seven, I found it up there with some other interesting stuff for a child, and when they had to take me to the dentist I hid in it. At that time, I did not like the dentist…”
“Be honest, you still don't like going to the dentist.”
“Shut up Lukas! Agh! Bastard! So I did not like going to the dentist, and hid in the carrier. It was a heavy old thing with wheals for easier transport, but shaking it was impossible. Long story short, the appointment drew ever closer, and my parents decided that it would be easier to take the box with them to the dentist. Man, you should have seen the faces of the other children, as they saw my parents drag that box into the waiting room and my growling at them just for fun. At the end, I came out of the box for my checkup, but not before they promised me a new stuffed fox. The child protection worker that the next week came after hearing from one of the workers, had a good laugh, especially after seeing me playing in the box that I had convinced my parents to place in my room. It was a cozy little cave, with pillows and blankets in it. But yes, that is how my parents took me in a pet carrier to the doctor.”
“Huh, I did not know that story yet. Kathrine you can take a few pictures now. Foxy, do you need a break?”
“Nah. She does a pretty good job distracting me. Something to drink would be nice though.”
“Kathrine, can you bring her some? It would be easier for you than me, as I would have to clean myself before continuing.”
“No problem. If you have straws somewhere, I'll also bring you a glass.”
“ Look on the counter, there should be all you need.”
“Ok, found it.”
After filling three glasses with water and putting a straw for Lukas into one, she bought them back. While Meredith was doing a few stretches, Kathrine spotted a few bumps under the glossy black material of her top on her breasts. Wondering what that could be, she was startled, when Foxy suddenly said,
“Hey, not before the first date. Let a girl keep a few secrets.”
“W-w-what? I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, I just saw the unusual material on your top and wondered what it must feel like, and what those bumps are. I'm sorry.”
“Ha, too easy kitty. The stuff is latex.Looks nice and feels good to wear too, but it is hot as hell if you wear too much. The air can't reach your skin under it, and your sweat can cool you properly. As for the bumps, hmmm… How about it? After we are done here, I know a nice club, and if it goes well, I'll show you later. Deal?”
"A-a-are you asking me on a date? But we don't know each other, and I don't have anything to wear.”
“Would you say yes, if I can solve the clothing problem?” she asks with a mischievous grin.
"I… Oh… uhm…”
"For fucks sakeFoxy, do you have to tease the poor thing so much?”
“I did not hear a no yet. What do you say, we grab a few drinks after the shooting and look how it goes from there?”
"Uh, can I think about it? Please?”
"Ok ok. Come, let's continue to take your brain from that. So, how did you end up here, not as the photographer that you have already told us about.”
"Well, I always liked taking pictures, and after school, I managed to take a few good shots, that I could sell for enough money to stay over water, but I always knew that for security, I needed to work for an agency, and as such, I have sent out my resume to everyone I could find.”
“Boring!”
“Stop moving so much. You know that I need you to stay still or the rings get crooked.Damn excitable fox…”
They fell into a nice quiet rhythm, with Kathrine periodically taking more photos of the progress, when she remembered the red eyes of their model.
"What is the deal with your eyes? Why do they look like they have a slit pupil?”
"Oh, that, they are just some colored contacts. Looks nice right? I just wear them for fun. Saw them on the internet once, and liked them.”
“Oh. I did not know something like that existed.”
“They are super common for cosplays and for movies. If you need an actor with blue eyes, but they could only find one with green eyes, just pop in a pair, and the problem is solved.”
It was at that moment that Lukas threw the last needle into the bucket for the used ones, and he instructed Kathrin to make a few more pictures, before he started closing the rings. He explained the process again, but it boiled down to taking the pliers, squeezing the ends of the rings together and putting the bead out of the alcohol in, to prevent it falling out. After that he used a few q-tips with some alcohol on them to clean up the blood that had collected on the skin around the rings. Kathrin was during the process busy taking more pictures.
Finally, he used a wide green band for the lacing, looking that the band did not get twisted or crumbled. He finished it with a nice bow over her ass.
After taking a few more photos on the chair, they moved around in the apartment, Meredith posed sitting and lying down on the couch, bent over the coffee table, and in front of the windows.
They spend around ten minutes with her posing in different positions, before returning into the studio, where Lukas started with the removal of the rings. First he took out the ribbon, followed by opening the rings with the pliers again and removing them in a swift motion. The few puncture wounds that started bleeding again he dealt with by pressing some alcohol soaked tissue on before continuing with the next one.
All the while, Kathrine took photos.
After removing all the rings from Foxies back, he again wiped it down with cleaning alcohol, before spraying it with an antisept. And applying a few bandaids on the few still bleeding spots.
They spend another ten minutes just talking on the couch, before Meredith innocently asks if Kathrine could drive her home, as she would otherwise have to take the bus.
Not wanting to remember the date offer, she says yes, to which Lukas just shook his head, before wishing them a nice evening, as he would have to get ready to get a flight in the morning.
After saying good bye to him they get on the way to her, followed by the foxgirl typing in her address.
The address she gave her led them to a nice little house in the outskirts of the city, big enough for a small family.
“Wow, nice house. Yours?”
“Yeah, I inherited it a few years ago and have lived here ever since. Come on in.”
"I don't know, You said take you home, not coming in.”
“Come on you scaredy cat. I also said I have a solution to your clothing problem for our date. Come on let the big bad fox lure the innocent little kitten into her big bad den. Maybe I'll even put a collar on you and keep you all to myself? You'll only know if you come in.”
“You promise nothing bad will happen?”
"Yes, now come on in, or I’ll really will put a collar with a leash on you to stop you from escaping.”
"Fine.”
Moving into the house, she was surprised how normal it seemed. It was almost disappointing, till she spotted the giant dildo poking out from under the coffee table.
"Ähh, I think you forgot to clean up there.”
“Oh, there you are. Been looking for that one for days now. Could have sworn the last time I saw it was in the bathroom. Ohh well, I'll put him in the cleaning basket later. Sit, sit, I'll bring you something to drink.I hope you like water, I normally don't drink alcohol.”
“Water is fine. What did you mean by my clothes? ”
“Well you seemed interested in my latex top, and I offered you a chance to try it, or would you prefer we are in some overly loud club where the guys are staring at our tits? I mean, your shirt hides some of what you've got, but it can only hide so much, and the way you stared at my tits, you were at least interested.”
“I… um… I'm sorry. I did not want to make you uncomfortable, I only saw those bumps through your top and wondered what that was.”
"It's ok, I don't mind, or you would not be here. Even if you only wanted to know what the bumps are, do you still want to try latex?”
"Maybe, it goes so fast. Are you sure?”
“Ok here is the deal, you wear a piece of my clothing of my choosing, and you can see what it is my top is hiding. I'll even promise it is nothing disturbing or dangerous. Deal?”
“Fine, ill trust you okay?”
“Yippi, come come, follow me upstairs.”
Still not being sure that was a good idea, Kathrine still followed her new chaotic friend upstairs to satisfy her curiosity of just what she was hiding, and to try on her first ever piece of latex.
Arriving in her bedroom, Kathrine immediately spotted a few unusual things. Be it the bowl with bright needles in the cosmetic table in the corner, the now as latex identified clothes peaking though the open doors of the wardrobe or the collection of animal ears, mostly fox ears lined up in a vitrine, together with a collection of false tails. Despite the many different things being stored, it did not look messy.
Following her to the closet, she spotted all kinds of different clothes made from the glossy material. There were more tops in different styles, there were pants, underwear, and even something that looked like a full body suit without the head, with no apparent way of getting in.
Looking around the room to hide her obvious interest in the rubber clothing her eyes fell on the foxtails in the glasscase. They were not as she first thought all to be clipped on, most of them were in fact, now that she looked, not. They had strange balls and some even had metallic looking hooks at the end, and she must have stared a bit too long, because suddenly she felt a pair of arms around her waist, while Foxy whispered into her ear .
“Do you like them? You can take them out to get a better look if you want, but first, we should get rid of this terrible shirt of yours.”
Not noticing the second part of her host’s statement Kathrine replied,
"I don't understand. Just how are they to be worn? I can't see any clips and the hooks look useless to hold them somewhere. Why are there the big metal balls at the other end of them, it hinders the hooks from being usable.”
"Ohh you are going to love this kitten. Do you see the tapered round bit at the end of the other, looking a bit like a giant droplet?”
"Yes. And why do you keep calling me kitten?”
“Because you remind me of a curious little cat the more time we spend together, and I give all the people I really like nicknames. As for the round part, ever heard about a buttplug?”
Beet red and still embraced by the redhead, Kathrine spluttered a bit before turning bright red.
While fighting with her mortification, she did not notice how Meredith used one hand to open the display and took out a pair of black cat ears. She finally reacted, by automatically raising her hand to adjust them for a proper fit, after Foxy let her go to rummage around in some drawer.
“Ahhh, back to the living I see. The ears suit you. Come, you can help me with the wound in the bathroom, and if you are good, I'll show you what those bumps are.”
“Ahh… Yeah. I can help you, but ähh, what are the hooks for. I mean if they are with the buttplugs, I think they also go into the ass, but why hooks?”
"Oh, that is easy. The tails with the plugs begin between the cheeks when worn, but it can become uncomfortable to wear underwear or pants, as the tail would have no way of coming out without being awkward. With skirts it's no problem, then the tail just falls down, but in pants you need an extra hole or pulling them over the rim.
With the hooks, the tail is still held in the ass, but it begins over the waistline, and looks better when wearing pants. It also gives the illusion of the tail being connected to your tailbone instead of coming out between your cheeks. Plus, you can do some fun things with the hook that you can't do with the plugs. But enough of that. Come on, the bathroom is through this door.”
Following her, Kathrine entered a clean bathroom with a big shower and a bathtub. The walls were tiled in white, and over the bathroom sink was a big mirror. Looking at herself, she must confess that the ears did fit her. They did look like they belonged there, even if they were unusual. Turning around, she saw Meredith sitting on a stool with her back to the mirror in front of the tube. Beside here was a small table, with some paper towels, a bottle rubbing alcohol, an empty bowl and on the ground a small trashcan.
Half turning to her she asked, “Do you trust me?”
“I think I do, why?!”
“Take off your top. What comes after you help me will be much more enjoyable. If you want, I promise not to peek before you are ready.”
"I … Uhmm, Ok, but please don't laugh.”
Head tilted to the side, still only half turned around Foxy looked puzzled.
“Why would I laugh, yea, you appear as innocent as they come and you hide inside that terrible sweater, but I can tell you are gorgeous. Why would you need to hide?”
“I was one of the first to grow in school, and the others were always mean to me, called me a cow and such things. And later, the boys just wanted me for my body, thinking I was some kind of slut when I tried to wear something tight.”
“Oh kitten. Don't worry. We can go as fast as you want. Why don't I turn back, you make yourself comfortable, and then help me with my back first. Sounds good?”
“Yeah, ok.”
Taking a deep breath and fighting with herself, Kathrine decided to risk it and not only remove her sweatshirt, but also her bra, exposing her double D breasts to the warm air of the bathroom.
“So uhmm, if you promise not to laugh you can look, but please uhmm…”
“I understand.”
Turning slowly Meredith couldn't help but take a double take, seeing Kathrine's exposed chest, slowly whistling she said,
“Damn, no wonder they were mean to you in school. They must have been green with envy. Your tits must be even bigger than mine, nice. What do you have, DDD? Must be hell on your back.”
“It's not too bad, once I got my first fitted bra I stopped having back problems entirely. A colleague of my father was married to a stripper, and she had even bigger breasts than me. I once asked her at a party how she dealt with the back pain, and she introduced me to this small shop, where they take every measure of your body, put it into some program, and that gives the measures for your bra. It was a present for my 18th birthday from my parents, but after getting fitted I never had pain again.”
“Two things, first you will give me the address before I'll let you leave my house, and second, the colleague of your father married a stripper? What the hell are the jobs of your parents to know someone like that?”
“My mother worked as a secretary for a chemistry factory and my father worked as an elementary school teacher. She ran into him at a convention and he emptied his coffee all over her. Instead of making a scene, they went to a cafe nearby and spent the next half an hour cleaning up. They became friends afterwards, and over the years fell in love and married. They are now retired and love their quiet lives.”
“And the stripper, how does she fit into the picture? Come, while you tell me that, you can start on my back. You did see how Lukas cleaned it at the end right?”
“Yeah, I can do that. So the stripper. Well my father and his colleague were invited to celebrate the bachelor party of a schoolmate of theirs, who made it big in the technology industry, and that party was in Vegas. All inclusive with pocket money and all, and on the day before last, they wanted to go big one last time, and his colleague woke up the next morning with one hell of a cater, 15 million in his bank account and a nice ring on his finger, while his new wife slept next to him. His friends never leave out a chance to tell that story, but they are happily married, and their children are only a few years younger than me.”
“Nice story.”
“I know, right. I think I'm done with your back. Why the bowl though? I have just put the paper and bandaids into the trashcan.”
"You'll see. Ok, do you still want to find out what the bumps are, and are you comfortable? I have an idea for a fun little game for you to first guess, what they could be. Interested?”
“I guess. What kind of game?”
“Well, I want you to step directly behind me, so that when I lean back, I can rest my head on those fine pillows of yours, and then I want you to lay your hands on my sides, before gliding them under my top and exploring just what those bumps could be. You can feel and squeeze all you want, but you have to guess before I'll show you. Ok?”
“Yeah. Can I first bring a chair for me to sit? I think it would be more comfortable for both of us.”
“Only if you promise to keep wearing those ears of yours. At least as long as you are here.”
"Oh-Ok.”
After returning with the chair and sitting down on it, Foxy leaned back and let out a content sigh after nestling her his in the valley of her tits. Emboldened by the foxgirl, Kathrine slipped her hands under the latex and slowly started exploring the other woman's belly and the underside of her tits.
“Come on, don't be shy. Have a little fun. They are called funbags for a reason, and won't pop, just because you touch them. Squeeze the girls some.”
Doing as she is told, Kathrine moved her hand to cover the front of both breasts, thereby also covering those bumps, and gave them a hard squeeze. Earning a loud moan from the redhead, together with a hissed curse.
"Fuck! Warn a girl if you do that! Shit that stings, did not expect that.”
Letting go and earning another curse Kathrine ask in a panic,
“Oh sorry, I did not want to hurt you, are you alright?”
“Yeah. Just did not expect for you to squeeze the way you did. Shit its my fault. You see, those bumps are pinheads, and I have for the better part of today a few pins in my tits under the latex. Just for fun. I did not expect for you to just squeeze them deeper into my tits.”
"I'm sorry.”
“Not your fault. But as the secret is out, do you want to explore more blind, or do you want to see what you are playing with? It's already time to pull them out again, but we can still play for a few minutes.”
“Is it really fine? You sounded like it really hurt.”
“Oh it did hurt all right, but my reaction was mostly from the surprise. How should I know the shy little kitten would come here and use my poor needle filled boobs like a squeezy. Ok, I'll pull off my top, lean back into this fantastic headrest and you can play with my chest for a few more minutes. Just be sure to pull all the pins out at the end. You can put them into the bowl to be cleaned later. Ok?”
“If you are sure you are ok.”
With that, Meredith peeled off her top, first by pulling the stretchy neck over her head, and then by shimming out of the belt part, while stretching it over her chest to protect her tits.
Kathrine noted with interest, that each nipple had two little rods running through it ending in small balls forming a diagonal x. Surrounding each nipple, she could see six colorful little balls, maybe 5mm across, that formed a rough circle with maybe 5cm as a diameter. She continued to prod and poke the pins, after Foxy had returned to her previous position with her head in the catgirl's cleavage, observing her with halflidded eyes. Acting on a whim, which was nothing new for her, she took her partner's hand, spread it over her right breast again and gave it a good hard squeeze, earning a shocked look in the process while letting out a deep satisfied moan.
They spend the next twenty minutes like that, Kathrine playing with the needles still deep in her tits, while Foxy enjoyed the attention. At the end, when all the pins were removed and the wounds disinfected, they continued to just sit there, making small talk and enjoying each other's company for some time.
Being too lazy to move much, somehow Meredith convinced Kathrine to help her to bed, still only half clothed, and after laying comfortable, just pulled her guest down to her before falling asleep. Kathrine, finally coming down from this wild day also fell fast asleep, still embraced by the larger woman, still only half clothed. Still wearing the cat ears, that would earn her in the near future the nickname Kat.