Episode 222: CHANnEL CAT

The home of David and Mavis Hale! Bright and early!

“ME FUCKING YOW! Not you, YOW!” David Hale eyed his lovely wife Mavis as he saw her journey downstairs ready for work. Wearing an extremely tight leopard print dress with dynamic cleavage and short skirt to show off her muscular legs he was ready to take her right back upstairs to bed. Having come down before her to get their kids breakfast the wait was over.

Their hired home tutor Zelma had the kids in the study ready to get their academic day started so it seemed safe for Mavis to show off. Performing a 360 for her hubby she giggled. “This dress is such a malfunction waiting to happen. David? I can barely keep my breasts confined. No bra they want to flop out.” Lifting her skirt to check for underwear David purred into her ear. “You did say no underwear.”

“Live! Breath! Enjoy the freedom.”

“I’m still terrified over these people controlling our lives, David.”

“They won’t do any damage as long as we don’t cross them. Just relax!”

“You keep saying that. It doesn’t help.” Gripping her by her French braids he pulled her into him and kissed her long and steamy. Fanning her features as their kiss parted, he placed his forehead against hers. “I love you so much.”

“Mutual! Let’s get out of here before the kids see you and think we adopted a cat.”

“Funny! Now that you’ve said that I can only imagine the cat comments I’ll get all day today.” She grabbed her purse and followed him out into their garage. “Here Kitty Kitty! You look PURRRRFECT! Nice Pussy!” She babbled as he triggered the garage doors to promote an exit. Opening her car door for Mavis she crawled in and paused to share her spread wide thighs for him. “There is no hiding this David. I’m going to blush all day.”

“You will be fine. Don’t come home until after you go shopping for more dresses. Remember I said seven new outfits.”

“What about Buddy Coleman at ManHandle?”

“Make his day.”

“I still can’t believe you want me to have sex with him.”

“Our lives begin again Beautiful. Don’t knock my wisdom.”

“I won’t! Are you going to look into that nanny situation?”

“I am. I told Zelma about it while you were dressing. She suggested a place that employs live in Nanny’s, but they might handle part-time too. I’ll make the call later once I see what’s NOT going on at work.” He rolled his eyes. “The commissioner and my captain want a word with me this morning, so we’ll see what that’s about. We rarely have cases unless it’s a murder or suicide. As much as our text buddies create problems, they don’t have any say so over people losing their minds. Honestly, that’s about 90% of my workload. If it’s slow, I sit at my desk filling out useless paperwork.”

“Sad! Well, I’ll text you later how today goes.”

“I’ll reply and let you know about the nanny service.”

“Nervous wreck!” She finished her journey into her seat and let him close her door. Car started she rolled her window down as he had his cell out. “What are you doing?” She giggled as he took a photo of her monstrous cleavage. Flipping her tongue out at him he kissed his cell screen then showed her that he had put her on his wallpaper.

“I’ll be kissing these all day.”

“You better kiss them all night too.”

“Buddy first.” He razzed her right back. “Have a good day sweetheart.”

“You, too. Find us a nice young nanny you can play with.” The tongue extensions just kept on coming until she was on the road. Watching from the study window as the Hale’s departed their elderly tutor Zelma Kaminski lifted her cellphone and made a call.

“Tutor reporting in. The Hale’s are looking for a nanny. Three hours in the afternoon, early evening. I gave David a number to call.”

“We will intercept that call. Thank you for your service, Tutor.”

“Ever on Watch!”

“Ever on Watch!”

It couldn’t get any more ominous than that.

“What to wear? What to wear?”

Piper Cherry paraded nude around her bedroom with her new toy Gogojira taunting her lips, seeking out something she hadn’t already worn to work. Her massive walk-in closet was full of adventurous, for a better word scandalous clothing. With the school dress code removed entirely she considered something so bold that it might start a school riot just to get a look at her.

“Hmmm? I haven’t worn fishnet stockings ... maybe a fishqué body suit with something almost sheer over the top so the netting can be seen through it?” Index finger to her cheek, knuckle to her chin she ponders the reaction out of her boss Principal Carl Manley. “He is always telling me to go sexier, push boundaries. Thing is I have to be careful, some of the students are far too young to see me in something too scantily. I mean the dresses I’ve been wearing barely cover my ass as it is, I bend they see it all. I’m pretty careful not to bend the wrong messages around them,” She smiled at her wordplay, bend instead of send, “but let’s face it even I can’t be perfect. Well, I CAN be, I AM perfect.” Tongue razzing her reflection in her closet mirror she chuckled and held Gogojira between her teeth. “I’m just fortunate that I have a posse of faithful students old enough to make my day. If not for their protective measures, I’d be toast. Hero worship saves my fine ass every single day.” Why she was phrasing things as she was made no sense. She had been nude many times since starting at Horton-Dexter, seen by hundreds in a few eventful cases. It was taking its time sinking in was all.

Holding up a pair of royal blue fishnet pull ups she admired the crotch stitching, “Oooo! These tight threads will fit extra snug over my clit once they stretch up over my shoulders. Just walking in these always sent friction fire through my nervous system. It’s going to rub my clam and make me squirm until my pearl gets polished.” The images of the last time she wore these down in Atlanta clubbing she recalled climaxing on the dance floor, surrounded by dozens of dashing college students. Filthy rich and not once buying her own drinks. “Yep! Wearing these.”

Stepping back into her bedroom Piper sat down on her mattress to put them on. Wiggling into them was a feat trying not to rip them in the process. Sturdy threads yes, but too much yanking and they would shred. Once all the way on she modeled for herself in a mirror, her entire naked body could be seen through the body suit, her tits stretching the net vibrantly outward from her ribcage. The design having a V cleavage that pointed clear down to her pubic area only made it more appealing. “God, I wish I could get away with wearing this alone. Thank goodness I maintain my weight. Considering I’ve been slacking on my cardio I’m staying pretty tight all over. Of course, as much sex as I get, I likely sweat off every calorie I take in. Roger is going to love me in this. So will my Detainee’s. Yep! This won’t survive the day.” She just knew they would rip it off of her in detention. A pleasant patting of fingers over her pussy she sighed. “One and done my catfishy friend.” Gogojira set aside!

Exploring her closet further she found a royal blue colored latex style mini dress that was gently snug but flowed along her hips for comfort. Thin in material being a latex blend but not transparent it would still allow her netting an imprint to be just visible enough to excite. Four zippers between front, back, and both sides allowed her intentional visibility if she wanted to tease. Only the front zipper went from top to bottom. The sides stopped at her waist, the back at her butt crack. Flowing at the hips she could still moon people with ease while touching her toes. The front of the dress zipped down also had a deep V dip to it so the nets cleavage allowance was at her discretion. The dress effortlessly expressed her nipple erection even going so far as to highlight the shade of her areolas. Yes, the coins would be flipped and called in the lair.

Pacing the carpet as her dog Rotten watched her, her breasts were dancing everywhere, the netting just stretchy enough not to hinder their energetic lifestyle. Pinching the front of her dress open she ran a hand inside and guided the netting off of her tits and curled it to the sides of her chest for a boastful lift. “Much better! The netting was imprinting my tits too deeply. Free! Free at last.” Yep! That dance was even more vibrant with every step she took. Atlanta all over again. “Well! It’s sexy as heck, and not completely revealing. Certainly different.” Deciding to play it safe she packed a secondary dress in her purse just in case it might be needed.

“Mace must have gone back to bed. At least he made me coffee first.” Hearing a whimper she peered down at her dog in her doorway, “What? I know Mace took you out.” He had but Rotten was feeling like fresh air and was psyching her out. “You’re killing me Fido. Can I trust you?” Following her through the house Rotten was getting excited. She really didn’t want to walk him on a leash so pointed at him with a stern look in her eyes. “Don’t make me regret this, Buddy Boy.” Opening the front door, she bowed to Rotten as if a servant in a King’s court, “Your kingdom awaits. Wipe your throne in the grass.”

Confused by no leash Rotten just pranced on out into the yard as she watched to make certain he wasn’t going to run off. Fear creeping in she opted to step outside with him, standing on her landing. “Let’s hope there’s no cats to chase that can compete with me.” Pat! Pat! Pat! Her pussy was purring already and aiming to squall. “Even after Josie and Mace, no sleep, I’m horny as heck. Look out Roger Dundee.” Fingers crossed!

Relaxed by the quiet of morning she decided to take a stroll out to her mailbox, realizing she hadn’t checked it in three days. As she collected more advertisements than actual mail, she heard a car and looked to her left. Pulling up next to her she was a wolf call away from chasing her own kitty.

“Hubba! Hubba! Going fishing?”

“Hey K-Dan! How’s the exhaust pipe hanging?” Kieron Daniels her neighbor and car lot owner had a good laugh.

“Pretty good! Are you getting nice and settled in?”

“I am. I’m still holding you to that bottle of wine. I just need to find some free time. I’m dealing with cheerleaders these days. Birthday party this weekend with loads of surprises for the McKellen twins. Oh, and Perbert! We’re combining birthdays.”

“Sounds fun. Tell those critters I said happy birthday. You really should stop by the car lot I just got in a sweet candy apple red 1980 Corvette with astonishingly low miles. T-top even. I’d give you a good deal.” He winked.

“Ooo! Sing it to me Prince ... Charming.” She winked back, then proceeded to dance on the curb for him singing Prince’s tune Little Red Corvette. Puckering at her performance she ended it by covering her nipples with her mail, “Headlight covers. A lust ... I mean must!”

“You’re hilarious. Seriously, stop by and let me show it to you.”

“Do I really need a car?” She fidgeted, “I would look pretty darn sexy with my top down. Car’s too.”

“Definitely! If that doesn’t float your boat, I have a fleet of electric cars I just got in.” He chuckled.

“Confession! Josie and I went to the mall this past Sunday. We drove through your lot and I saw all of those Matchbox models. The Vette too! I have been considering it, but I just haven’t had spare time. There’s no back seat to fuck in either car is there? I...” She paused for a moment to process when she saw Josie McKellen on her way out, her daughters Dakota and Sable with her. Travis Herbert in tow. Waving in passing, Josie called out, “Hey Kieron. I’ll see you at work. I just realized I need to stop and get gas.” A toot of his horn he shot her a salute, then yelled out for himself a happy birthday to the girls. That made them wake up, for him to know it was their birthday tomorrow meant Piper was gabbing about them. Travis stole Sable away while he could. Eyes and tires rolled on.

“Y’know, K-Dan?” Piper mulled something over, “I might consider that Vette if you throw in two of those Flintstone cars.”

“Two?”

“Josie’s girls have been begging their parents for cars. Their birthday is tomorrow but we’re waiting on the weekend so their grandparents can celebrate with them. I’ve been racking my brain as to what to get them.”

“For you ... I’d offer a package deal.”

“Come on K-Dan, you know I’ll let you give me your package even without a deal, but it’s sweet of you to offer. How late are you open?”

“I’ll be there until 6:00 PM. The Vette’s being detailed so it’s not even officially on the lot yet. That Sunday was when it arrived so you must have just missed the drop off.”

“I have to cover Detention until 5:00 but won’t get out until 5:30 or later. I’m always held up by my students.” Literally in most cases but mum’s the word. “Can you hang out until say 6:30 if I pose naked on a car hood for you?” Likely with cum dried all over her succulent curves.

Laughing, Kieron nodded with a counteroffer, “Actually, how about this ... bikini model for a promotional I’ve been putting together, and I’ll give you 1 free compact electric car, provided you buy the Corvette. I’ll even cover repairs up to a year on the Vette. I’ve got some used current cars that are in pretty good shape. 2017 models.”

“Bikini model? Micro bikini only.”

“Band-aids? Bumper stickers?” He was having fun.

“For me or the cars?”

“I’ll stay there until 7:00. We can work out the deal after you see and sit in the Vette. Seeing as the electric cars are for Henry’s kids, I’ll be gentle. They’re good girls.”

“Unless anything holds me down, I’ll see you before 6:00. Don’t be too gentle. If for any reason I can’t make it I’ll let you know, and we can reschedule.” She razzes him then pelts his arm with an envelope. Turning away she dropped a piece of mail just to bend over and moon him, her blue dress riding high, net threads splitting her labia.