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 Chapter Two - Material Girl

   Christopher checked his email for the sixteenth time that day.  It had
been almost five days since he left their apartment.  His average of three
calls a day since then were so far, unanswered.  He cringed each time the
ringing gave way to their outgoing message.

   "Hi!  You've reached Catelynn and" she paused and a faint static muffled
the receiver.  Tthe phone could be heard exchanging hands.

   "Christopher.  We're not here, so leave a message." He won the battle
for lack of a song before the message, which he despised having to be put
through when he called friends.  He was still required to lend his voice.
She claimed it really wouldn't feel like it was their message, if it was
just her speaking.  He grew to love the message, and especially the sound
of her giggle before the beep cut in.  He used to call it sometimes, just
to hear her voice.

   His miserable cell phone showed no missed calls.  He hadn't dared to go
near the apartment for fear that she had filed a report with the police,
and he would be shackled in handcuffs in front of the bellman.  Sending an
email to any of her friends, pleading for help would obviously be a bad
idea, and could possibly be considered as incriminating evidence.  Besides,
they were never his biggest fans.

   Although, if she had gone to the police it wouldn't have taken much
investigative work to locate him crashed out on Jonathan's couch.  He had
relayed the events of that night to him (without the mention of Jon's
cameo) after a brief cab ride.  Jon had covered the cost of the taxi
without question, and sent his secretary to Chris' apartment the next day
with a list of things to gather while Catelynn was at work.

   His own assistant tiptoed lightly into his office, and assessed from his
dazed gaze out the 30th floor window that he was not prepared for his
3:30pm appointment.

   "Mr.  St Patrick, I can reschedule the milestone meeting with the team
for next week.  I know Schwartz is behind schedule, and sweating the
deadline.  But Edgeco called this morning, and have extended the release
until next year."

   "Thanks, Jenny.  Let everyone know, we'll meet up Monday." His eyes
remained focused on the rise of steam above the skyscraper two blocks over.
"And cancel anything else I have for the day.  I have to go out."

   "Is there something I can get for you?  I was just about to-" she always
tried to sound helpful and proactive, but she knew her desire to please and
cater to him could not be well hidden.

   In his angst, he lacked his usual charm and grace, and coldly cut her
off.  "That will be all, Jenny."

   As she disappeared through the large frosted glass doors, he took in the
last dance of the steam among the low hanging fog, and gathered his jacket
and gloves.

   He was accompanying a mousy clerk from accounting in the elevator when
he felt the pulsing vibration in his jacket pocket.  Chris cursed under his
breath, and decided to screen the call.  Nothing was important, right now.
He fumbled to find the tiny device, and was surprised to see there no call
waiting or missed, but a text message.  His frustration gave way to
curiosity, since it was rare if ever that he received a text message to his
PDA.  Emails were rampant, and calls the norm but messages were quite
unusual.

   Within two clicks, Catelynn's name popped up as the sender and the
cryptic message threw him off even further.

   12-Nov-04 03:32 From: Catiebug
3:45pm Wharf Centre Mall Unit 23B

   Proceed?

   The elevator doors slipped open, and his quiet companion exited without
notice.  Chris remained leaning against the mirrored frame until someone
else entered his space, wakening him from his concentration.  He threw his
soft leather messenger bag between the titanium monoliths as they attempted
to close, and he began a quick jog through the lobby of Allisec Corp
towers.

   The cab driver picked him up outside the building and was more than
happy to accept the $50 bill in return for breaking a few laws, during the
short ten minute drive.  As they reached the mall, an already packed
parking lot signaled to Chris that shopping season had definitely begun. 
The various scenarios and explanations for the mysterious message were
demolished by this one new thought: She wants to meet in a crowded public
place.

   "Holy shit.  She's terrified of me." The driver made no response except
to slam on the horn, and shout obscenities at a passing vehicle.

   "Here is fine.  Thank you." Christopher bolted from the car, and began a
brisk walk towards the main entrance of the beach side mall.  He checked
his swiss platinum watch, and saw the small hand ticking more quickly than
he thought it should.  Directly instead the entrance, he found the
directory and searched for the unit numbers on the map.  He located 23B on
the floor above him, and right beside the major department store in the
centre.

   He took the escalator two steps at a time, and could already feel
himself breaking out in a mild sweat.  Chris skirted the various groups of
people moving (if that's what they wanted to call it), while trying to
decide if they had already visited the shoe store on their left or if the
sale at Burby's was worth the line up to get into the overhyped store. 
When he finally made it past the old woman with 15 bags, he realized he had
found his target.  It was a well known lingerie store that Catelynn
favoured during those points in the year that called for another new
shopping bag to be snuck into the closet while he was cooking.

   Surrendering to the confusion, he delicately maneuvered his way in by
faking interest in some kind of awful leopard print bra and panty set with
fur trim.  An attendant in a smart black suit, and matching hair pulled
back from her angular face greeted him before he made his way past the
first table.

   "Hello, and welcome to Genevieve's.  Can I help you find something for
your.." Chris caught the flitter of her eye movement to his right hand. 
"For someone special?" she continued.

   "Uh, no.  Thank you.  I'm just looking." He had already begun to survey
the store, which was unfortunately, larger than he would have assumed. 
Consumed by analyzing the faces of each of the 30 or so women in his field
of view, Chris didn't realize the associate had caressed the arm of his
black wool coat, and suggested she would be available for anything he may
require.

   He found her near the back of the shop, fussing through hangers of lacy
garments.  Catelynn had already noticed him when he arrived, and had been
keeping herself occupied.

   She was about to move towards the underwear table when suddenly, he was
standing before her.

   "Cate, I've been trying to call." He stammered out the words, and
mentally kicked himself for stating the obvious.

   She smiled a warm smile, and even managed to blush a little.  "I'm sorry
- Do I know you?"

   Chris had prepared a short and concise question about how they should
work out what happened, when he registered what she had just said. 
Instead, a different short and concise question came out.  "What the hell
do you mean 'Do I know you?"

   "I'm sorry, I don't think we've ever met.  How do you know my name?  Are
you friends with Ralph?" She began to fondle a black garter belt, with
small red rose buds decorating the seams.

   "Catelynn - why?  What?  What are you doing?" Chris felt like the world
was spinning.  She couldn't be this cruel.  She wouldn't avoid him after
what happened, only to draw him out and embarrass him in public.

   With one fluid grand gesture, her hand jutted through her long silky
hair and escorted it behind her shoulder as she moved the rest of her body
to continue the flipping motion.  With a generous grin and a twinkling eye,
she said "You are a friend of Ralph." Catelynn gave him a playful punch in
the right arm, and turning on her heel to walk away she called over her
shoulder to him.

   "Tell Ralph I said hi.  You guys are crazy." After Chris took a few
minutes to reassure himself that he was not indeed crazy, he regained focus
and found Catelynn conversing with another associate in a sleek black suit.
This one especially caught his eye, as she was wearing his guilty pleasure
- black stockings.

   Catelynn edged closer to the sales woman.  After a brief whispering of
something he could only imagine to be a cry for help, the lady in black
turned her head to look back and him, and blushed.  She then ushered Cate
into a changeroom the size of their apartment.  Chris crossed the store,
trying to look inconspicuous but Cate's handmaid was already moving towards
him.

   "Excuse me, sir.  Your sister has requested your, uhm..  help." She
pointed to the middle of three doors and he followed her directions,
knocking lightly on the gothic wrought iron gated door.  It had not been
latched shut properly, and gave way to his touch.  He saw Catelynn
reclining on an exquisite daybed, sipping a glass of Moet.

   "I was just thinking, that I need to send you back to Ralph with a good
story." She stood up, and began to unbutton her blouse.  By the time she
reached the third button which was ready to give way to an anticipated
peek, she turned her back to him, and said "Be a dear, would you?  Help me
with this."

   Chris watched out of the corner of his eyes, several other versions of
him moving backwards and forwards through the wall to wall mirrors that
surrounded him as he moved came towards her.

   "Catie, this is incredibly interesting and if things were different I
would-" He stopped short, as the thought crossed his mind.  Who was this
woman?  For the last four years, he could set his watch by the routine and
timing of their lovemaking.  Never before, had it included public places.
Then he caught himself.  Poor Chris, she has you right where she wants you.
"We need to talk about what happened the other night."

   Her right hand reached behind her to find his and led it to the small of
her back.  He reached down to the zipper of her skirt that brushed the
floor, and let it slide effortlessly into the fabric just inches below her
waistline.  Just then, he felt a brush of smooth fabric against his wrist
and heard the click of two tiny locks.  Catelynn had trapped his arms in a
pair of black satin pleasure cuffs, and was holding the chain that linked
them with her other hand.

   "Cate?  What are you doing?" He was staring at her hand on the chain of
the cuffs, when the quiet shushing sound of her skirt cascading down her
legs distracted him.  Chris saw the crumpled circle of cloth on the floor,
surrounding her legs.  But there was something unusual.  His eyes followed
the curves of her limbs as they stretched and became only dark convex and
concave valleys and hills.  That's it.  They were dark.  Just blow the hem
of her blouse that now freely moved about her hips, he saw the tops of the
black stockings, captured by leather garter straps.  Catelynn did not wear
black stockings, taupe maybe or nude.  But never black.  Chris immediately
felt his groin tingle.

   "Ahh, see that's where you're wrong." He watched the horizon of her
thigh as she turned to face him, like the fading sun on the crust of the
earth as seen from space.  With a quick jerk, he was pulled off balance and
pushed down onto the day bed.  Another flash of movement and her leg swung
over his head, the heel of her designer stilettos dug into the chain
between his wrists.  The pinch between his shoulder blades and his limbs
were forced from his body, struck him as being the best kind of medieval
torture rack he could think of.  "It's you, who is going to be doing".

   Chris opened his eyes to see a patch of dark supple leather running from
beneath the curtain of white silk, just inches over his face and back away
from him.  The orbs of her lushious cheeks peered just out of focus.  To
each side of it, were her pale thighs connected to the laced hems of
stockings.  Without realizing it, he had been straining to kiss and lick
garter straps.  Her perfeum was intoxicating, and the heat between her legs
was comforting.  Chris made a silent and small wish, to never leave this
place.

   "Good boy," she purred.  She ripped the remaining button of her blouse,
and let is slide delicately off her shoulders and down languid arms.  One
stablizing her on the frame of the bed, and the other teasing the bulge in
his pants with the lightest touch.  Cate leaned away from him, and Chris
groaned at the rush of cool air separating his face from those stockings.
He looked up in protest, and found the black leather panties were overcome
by the studded ebony leather garter and corset.  Her breasts were
overflowing mounds that seemed ready to release themselves any minute.

   He tried to push his upper body to meet hers, but the hold her heel had
in the chain remained steady and she even gave a kick, to remind him. 
Chris winced, and felt the heat return over his face.

   "Only when I say.  This is a privledge for you, and you will treat it as
such.  Do you understand?" A stinging sensation followed the sound of
someone snapping their fingers, on the thigh of his leg that now supported
his weight on the floor.  He felt himself slipping, and did not want to
move an inch from her thighs.

   Catelynn had been toying with the ribbons jutting out from below the
garter.  Chris wondered if now was the time to be adjusting her wardrobe
when the patch of leather he had been admiring was no longer masking her
crotch, but became unleashed was now laying on his face.  The aroma of her
had become saturated and musky in the underwear.  It would have made an
incredible souvenier.

   He felt more of her weight putting pressure on his already over extended
arms as she slid her hips forward and closer to his face.

   "Now, eat me like it's your last supper." Another quick sting bit into
his thigh, and with a quick jump his lips were on her smooth wet cunt.  He
kissed gently around her swollen mounds, flicking his tongue into the apex.


   Another slap against his flesh and he realized she had been whipping him
with a crop.  This was a quick thought, as the sensation of his head being
dug into his shoulders grabbed his attention.

   "You must not be very hungry.  I didn't ask you to take it on date." She
jarred his head into the front of her pelvic bone, burying his face from
the eyebrows down.  Another tingling sting struck as he heard her growl "I
said, fucking eat it!"

   Between the burning ache in his thigh, and the blood rushing to his
raging hard on, Chris realized he was in no position to argue.  And he
didn't want to.  He dug his tongue deeper into the crevice between her
lips, and with a little searching and a lot of experience he found his
target.  Chris let her clit slid just to a sitting position on the edge of
his tongue, while his sloppy wet lips engulfed it.  He began to suck
greedily, like it was a tiny nipple.  Her hips swayed slightly back and
forth with his rhythm, but she maintained a calm and content demeanor.  He
could hear her moan a little, a maybe a tiny giggle.

   "Yes..  " she rubbed his head, keeping him sunk into her and
occasionally lowering herself completely onto his face.  She'd lift back up
when she felt his body convulse a little, from the lack of air.

   Chris was rotating the sucking and licking of her clit and lips, with
sliding his tongue into her dripping slit.  She tasted like salty sweet
syrup and he only wanted more.

   A knock on the door, nearly had Chris choking or suffocating, or both.

   "Is everything alright in there?  Can I get you another size?" The voice
sounded sincerely helpful, and a little concerned.  Catelynn's hand reached
back, and grabbed Chris' package with full force.  A few nails dug in
deeply and he gasped, swallowing a mouth full of her juices.

   "No thank you, Maria.  These are all fine.  Just having a hard time,"
she squeezed his member again, feeling it almost burst through his suit
pants.  "but the size, is fine".

   Cate released a chuckle at her own pun, that turned half way into a gasp
as Chris worked relentlessly on her round tip of nerves.  He new the trick
she loved, and used his nose to dig harder into the surrounding flesh.  She
approved by whiping his sides with the crop, alternating back and forth. 
The surprise of where and when the biting sting hit refreshed his spark. 
Cate responded by riding his face, feeling the sensations heighten.  The
tingling was pulling all the strings below her stomach straight to where
his tongue was now pressed firmly against her clit.  He rubbed it and
licked it, daring her to cum all over his face.

   Chris couldn't be sure how long this lasted, but quicker than he had
ever known her to she released a wave of fluid into his mouth.  He gulped
it down, and let some splash over his face.  Her thighs quivered, and the
cuffs stretched against his wrists with every movement.

   Then, the tension was released as her leg slid down past his shoulder to
rest in between the cushions and his body, and her torso collapsed onto his
own.  Her panting only made him more excited, and he squirmed trying to
find her mouth to kiss as well as to adjust his lower half.

   But in mere seconds, she was upright and standing.  She stepped back
into the circle of material discarded on the soft carpet, and slid it back
up to her waist.  Chris struggled to position himself to sit properly on
the slippery fabric couch, unfamiliar with the balance of two unusable
arms. By the time he was settled, she had her blouse on and was tucking in
the back of it.

   "Cate, can we talk now?" Awkwardly, both arms lifted while one hand
moved to wipe off what remained of her on his face.

   She picked up a few items from the pile of garments laid out for her to
try on.  Moving towards him, she placed the pieces over the chained cuffs,
and slid a key into his hand.

   She smiled that tolerant smile she gave to strangers she didn't know,
and wasn't particularly interested in knowing.  "Talking is overrated."

   Again, she was walking away from him and called back to him 'But, do say
hi to Ralph."

   With that, she disappeared through the doors and he fumbled with the key
and the chain.  The lingerie was tangling with his fingers, and he realized
she may leave before he was able to free himself.

   Chris peered out the door of the change room, and with no black suits in
sight began his pursuit.

   Within 10 steps, a hand clutched his forearm just as he managed to
release the lock and slip the cuff off his right hand.

   "Sir, your sister told us you would be taking care of her bill including
those." The attendant gathered the items, and Chris managed to shove the
still locked cuff high enough under his blazer sleeve to hide it while
crushing the free one in his hand.

   "I'm sorry - there's been some mistake." He nodded and continued towards
the exit, only to hear the annoying alarm attack his first step into
freedom.  A menacing security guard appeared out of nowhere, and Chris had
a flash of the next few minutes, where he would try to explain what had
gone on in the changeroom, why his 'sister' rushed out leaving him with the
bill, and why they would eventually find an incredibly overpriced pair of
jewel encrusted panties tucked into his suit pocket.

   Back at the register, Chris sullenly groped for his waller.

   "All together, that will be $976.33.  Will that be cash, or credit?"