CONTROLLING DAWN - A PUSSYCAT CHARADE

 

By K.C. Douglas

 

Ray had many brilliant ideas and they kept him in a constant state of arousal. He knew the fairy tale had to end someday and wanted it to be on his terms. Finding the classic way to finish the story and ensure his devious blackmail plot lived forever was his main goal.

 

Since he considered Dawn the greatest erotic writer, he shrewdly decided to give her material for a new book. He wanted her to act out the classic ending to a story and give the author a storyline to remember. The chapter may never be written, but Ray was overly excited at being the director of Dawn's erotic future.

 

It took him a short time to find the perfect costumes for Dawn and Brenda, but finally he found sexy outfits in a California mail-order catalog. They consisted of furry bikinis and cat masks, which were expensive, but well worth the money.

 

The pretense was simple. Ray told the two women that they would perform for him and a couple of his close friends by putting on a private show. He explained how he liked watching the two having sex and how he found it the biggest turn-on.

 

Ray secretly went over his hidden agenda with Brenda many times until he was convinced she knew what to do. He wanted Dawn to think she was simply having sex with his girlfriend, but the unsuspecting woman would promptly find out otherwise. Ray was confident once Dawn realized she had been duped, the woman would be powerless to stop his cunning charade.

 

His ultimate goal was to give the erotic author something creative to write about. Finding the right place to hold his party was easy. Ray had remained friends with the owner of the movie theater where the three had re-enacted Dawn's first story and he simply had to ask. The price was no problem and Ray set a time for a Friday evening, which made it easier for Dawn to get away from her family.

 

'Well,' he chuckled, 'most of her family.' Ray fully intended on Dawn's husband attending the private showing. He used a couple of business connections and also called in a favor from a friend until he got Harvey to attend his supposed erotic, porno show. Ray promised Harvey a good time and he told the husband he would not be sorry for joining him at the theater.

 

When all of the details were settled and the affair was ready to go, Ray breathed a big sigh of relief. The day arrived and he ordered Dawn to meet him and Brenda at their place. Then he outlined a simplified agenda and timeline to her and sheepishly handed her a pussycat costume.

 

"Here, I want you girls to look pretty... sexy as hell. You'll be wearing this special outfit, which I know will look great on such a sexy woman," he said and tried not to grin.

 

Dawn merely stood in front of her blackmailer with her mouth wide open, too amazed to say anything. She stared at the skimpy bikini and mask and knew the upcoming event was going to be not only humiliating, but also embarrassing. There was no time to dwell or worry about the looming affair, as Ray swiftly escorted her and Brenda out to his car.

 

***

 

The rendezvous was ingenuously planned and organized by Ray. Harvey was at the theater well ahead of the prearranged time and he went straight to the agreed upon private viewing area. He was on his second drink when Ray ushered the two women into the upscale, adult theater and directly to a back change-room.

 

Ray simply told the women to use the room and that he would be back later, after they were ready for his planned erotic experience. Dawn stood stationary in the small room with Brenda who had specific orders from her boyfriend. She held the outfit Ray had given her and grimly watched Brenda get dressed in the skimpy cat costume before reluctantly donning her own.

 

Dawn tried her best to ensure the furry top and bottom covered most of her private parts, but it was hard because there wasn't much to the bikini. Once the mask was in place, she felt slightly better knowing the cat-face would at least hide her identity.

 

When Dawn glanced over at Brenda, her heart stopped. The woman's mask covered the top half of her face and strangely the cat's face made Brenda look very seductive because the rest of the costume was so skimpy.

 

Dawn noticed how the small patches of the bikini top barely covered the ends of Brenda's boobs, yet left enough cleavage to entice any man. The fury bottom was slightly bigger than a thong, which concealed the woman's charms in a way that made her appear sexier.

 

Ray also cleverly chose an outfit that actually covered Dawn's tattoos, which enable his scheme to work out perfectly. He wanted her identity hidden until the last moment when he planned the ultimate surprise. It was extremely quiet in the room and Dawn imagined what she looked like in the revealing outfit.

 

Her train of thought was suddenly broken when Ray entered the change-room. "You girls look fantastic. When the boys see you, they'll blow a fucking gasket."

 

Then Ray reconfirmed the bogus promise of Brenda and Dawn acting as a lesbian duo. He quickly outlined his plan again for them to use the adjourning theater-room and then hastily left the room. Ray went straight to the viewing room, which was around the corner, and sat beside Harvey who was getting more and more excited due to the extended wait.

 

"It's time my friend. You're about to witness the show of your life. I promise," Ray said.

 

The two men stared through the two-way glass when the first sexy woman appeared. Brenda walked into the concealed room, which contained only one piece of furniture, a low cloth-covered settee. She slowly walked up to the sofa and sat down.

 

When Dawn entered the romantically lit room, both men gasped out loud. She looked sexier than ever and although the outfit was skimpy, it hid just enough to make her overly alluring. Both men whispered their immense approval when the frightened woman closed the door and seemed to tiptoe to her right and up against one wall.

 

Dawn felt trapped and even though it was warm, she shivered as if the temperature was too cold. Ray glanced at Harvey and noticed the man's eyes were bugging out of his head, as he never took his eyes off Dawn.

 

Ray leaned closer so he only had to whisper. "Holy shit. That's one sexy pussycat... don't you think?"

 

"You ain't fucking kidding. Those tits... that ass... holy shit, that's one sexy broad."

 

"Just wait. I've got something lined up that will make you so horny you'd fuck anything with a pulse. That pussycat is married, over thirty years old and is going to get her brains fucked out by not one... but two horny teenagers."