Chapter 8: kittens

Wow, Isabell’s outfit was just ... hot. Not cheap vinyl, but real latex. Mostly red, with black wings on the back and slightly transparent over her pretty breasts. It was open at the crotch, and I could see her shaved pubic area. A small clit ring adorned her pleasure pearl. I had one like that on my wish list. She wore small red and black horns on her head. The matching demon tail for the costume lay on the bed. The surprisingly large plug made it obvious how it would be attached.

“Well, seen enough? Do you like what you see?” she smiled at me.

“Everything! Really stunning.”

“Are you a lesbian?”

“Open to anything that’s fun.”

She laughed. “Me too. That promises to be fun. Have you filled out your go/no-go list yet? I haven’t found anything in your profile yet.”

“No, I just got it a little while ago.”

“Do you need help with that? Do you know what it all means?”

“Most of it, I think. I’ve been in the scene for a while, even privately. That’s not why I’m here, though. It’s because of our shoot the day after tomorrow.”

“Okay, what do you want to know?” She sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to her.

I sat down, half diagonally next to her. “The challenge, how does it work, what do I need to keep in mind, and what’s the trick?”

She explained it to me. Then she complimented me out so she could start her cam show.

Back in my room, I had to relieve myself immediately. The sight of her and what she had told me had actually made me horny. This time, just imagining what was in store for me was enough to bring me to climax without much technique. Exhausted from the exciting and exhausting day, and also a little tired from masturbating, I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up relatively early. My bandage had slipped a little, reminding me that I was supposed to go to the office today. After I had been to the bathroom, gotten dressed, and eaten breakfast, I called the office on the house phone. I got the number from the pad. I was supposed to come by at 1:00 p.m.

A message came in on the pad. Thomas Blaureuter had written to me. “Hello Kumiho, do you have time for a meeting today? We need to discuss your trailer.”

“I only have a doctor’s appointment at 1:00 p.m., otherwise I don’t have anything planned,” I typed.

The reply came promptly: “Great. Shall we meet in an hour in the break room, basement level 1?”

“Do I need to get dressed up for filming?”

Another quick reply: “No, just a meeting. All you need is your tablet.”

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

“Great, see you soon.”

I had already been to that darn basement three times, and each time something had gone wrong. So I felt a little queasy as I entered it for the fourth time. The light above Studio 11 was red. No entry. So no riding crop. So I headed straight for the break room. Thomas was already there, even though I was 10 minutes early. We greeted each other. I grabbed a diet Coke and we sat down.

“So,” he began, “have you googled your name yet?”

“To be honest, I haven’t gotten around to it yet. I’ve been really stressed out. Yesterday I had my check-in with Rebecca, was in accounting, had to go shopping, and familiarize myself with the pad. Finally, I also had a meeting with Isabell about tomorrow.”

Before that, I was arrested by security, and afterwards I had to satisfy myself urgently. After that, I was too tired for anything else, I added in my mind.

“Never mind, then I can surprise you with my research and ideas. I couldn’t find your go/no-go list. Have you filled it out yet?”

“No, not yet,” I admitted.

“Then let’s start with that, if you don’t mind.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. This was very intimate. I was surprised to find that I suddenly felt embarrassed. Damn it, he had already seen everything of me. And I wasn’t usually shy.

“Okay, but I don’t have the list with me.”

“No problem, we can do it right away on the tablet. We can connect them and go through the list together.”

Very, very intimate.

“All right,” I agreed, hesitating slightly.

The list was quite extensive. For example, whether I would be willing to do anal – yes, bondage – definitely, deep throat – if I had to, electro torture – sure, caviar – no, golden showers – limited, and so on. Actually, I checked most of the answers. Both active and passive. I was also able to indicate experience in shibari. Thomas went through it with me very pleasantly, without it becoming embarrassing. He also asked about sensitive topics without any hint of judgment. However, I didn’t fail to notice that this topic still had a certain effect on him. Professional or not, he wasn’t jaded yet. But then we were done with that.

“Let’s move on to you and your name. A kumiho is an Asian nine-tailed fox spirit or fox demon. It can take the form of a human, usually a beautiful woman, drinks human blood, and has incredible power.”

“So, a kind of vampire?” I asked, astonished.

“No, not a vampire. The kumiho doesn’t necessarily have to drink human blood to survive. It can move around in daylight without any problems and is otherwise indistinguishable from a human when it has transformed. It is cunning and likes to play tricks on people. However, it is afraid of large bodies of water, and its true nature is revealed in the moonlight. Then its nine tails, otherwise invisible to human eyes, become visible to everyone.”

“Wow, that sounds interesting.” I was genuinely intrigued. “What do the tails look like?”

“That’s up to your imagination. There is no uniform tradition.” He typed something on his tablet, and several images appeared on mine. There were old historical engravings, modern manga, and even real photos, presumably from movies.

“I like that. But I guess there wouldn’t be a costume for that?” I tapped on a movie image with a laugh.