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A dark hotel room in Greenwich, CT last night.  The room lit by one lamp.  A lone chair.  A well-dressed woman..waiting… Nobody is better than the Pussy Kitten aka Pussy La Whore.  On the prowl…only this time its corporate espionage.  Pussy had no intention of giving any info up. This cat is tough as nails.  This guy was no match for her…but he did surprise her.  Tussle they did.  It was a good tussle.

He came in no nonsense and Pussy couldn’t help but smile.  If he thought answers regarding the hacked company bank accounts were going to come that easily..well he needed to think again.  After all, there is a “thieves code of ethics.”  Yes…they were gong to have to both settle in..

The first surprise move was by him.  Swiftly he threw her in the chair and began to wrap her body around the chair with commercial-grade saran wrap.  Wow.  Pussy thought, ” why is this making me  wet between the thighs?”  Although she kept a straight face or at least an even smile.

The questions kept coming at her like bullets and she playfully dodged them.  “Who do you work for?”  He barked.  Each time, she gave him a different answer.  “Hall & Oates”  ” Simon & Garfield”  ” Garfield & Odie”…There was a hair pull and a slap with each smart answer. Then the torture escalated.  The clothes came off. The blindfold was put on.  Pussy’s breast were tied individually and weights hung gallantly from her large nipples.   She felt her body thrown up against the wall.    ” Your dossier reveals that champagne is your weakness.  You must be thirsty.  If you answer my questions correctly I will give you some Veuve Cliquot.” Replied, her menacing captor.    “I’ll never tell,” Pussy spat back. A shower of cold tiny bubbles rained down over her head in the next moments, tickling her ears, breasts nose and lips….This was serious….She was being water boarded with champagne.

It was time to turn the tables…Enough was enough.  He came over again.  Though her hands were tied she still had her legs.  Pussy carefully moved her legs into his crotch..A groan.  Yes, she had hit the right spot. He responded by forcing her down and choking her with his cock.

Over to the bed….to get his final payment….

I’d call this interrogation a draw…

Music mood:  Jebu:  “tension”

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx