CATS - Sex Stories

CATS

CHAPTER 1

Misha's body was pumping with adrenalin. There were spotlights in the centre of the large ring. She was slowly pushed into the fray, by a couple of women dressed as French maids. There was a man standing at the edge of the ring, wearing a bunny mask that only covered his eyes and brow. He was dressed somewhat like a butler. He waved his arm in front of him, and produced a small bell.

Opposite to her, a tall blonde woman was eyeing her. She was wearing a black high cut leotard that was shining velvet under the spotlight. But the most Urgent and also mortifying fact to her was what she was wearing. A pink high cut leotard.

The bunny man, spoke in a low voice. "All set. Fight."

with that he rung the tiny bell. The woman opposite to her charged. How had she ended up in this predicament? Fast forward to yesterday morning.

Misha Datta was stirring her smoothie with a straw listlessly. Misha was 5'7'', had long black hair reaching well past her shoulders. She had gorgeous olive brown skin, and a tiny mole under one of her eyes. She had a tiny minuscule red dot between her eyebrows, as was her culture.

Her friend Laura, was sitting opposite to her. She had bright red hair, and was 5'5" and shorter than Misha. She had pale white skin, and had light freckles on the bridge of her nose. She was scrolling through her phone.

"All I'm saying is that, maybe you should consider working at that bar....", said Laura.

"Yea.......no. Last time I took your ...

... advice I ended up working as a nanny for a Psychotic Womanchild, and I am done taking your advice for job postings."

"Ok ok.., Maybe I was wrong about it that one time...

Misha glared at her.

"few times...", Laura added, "But you have to accept that one time you worked at the local petting zoo was cool."

"mmmm, yea. yea it was, until you decided to let loose a horde of starving alpacas into a kid's birthday party, AND gotten us fired."

Laura looked down. "well, accidents happen. But don't be glum. I'll find you a new job that's even better!"

Misha sighed.

The rest of the day was a blur. She didn't even remember what she did during her part time job, except trying to ignore some guy ogling her. After work, she immediately got home and crashed on the couch.

She was woken up by her phone ringing in her ear. She got up. It was Laura.

"Hey getup and come down to this bar! I've got great news! I'll text you the address!"

Misha agreed and looked at the time. It was 8.40 p.m. "Oh what the hell", she grumbled and went to get her Vespa keys.

It was a quaint looking bar, with a grand sign, that read 'The Barfight'.

She stepped in and saw that everywhere there were people chattering noisily.

well it was a bar.

Suddenly a portly butler appeared in front of her. "Excuse me madam Misha, you have been asked to greet the owner with your friend."

"How did you know my name-no wait how'd you know it's me?"

He pulled out a picture of her on his phone. ...