* Continuation of 'Kitty and Mr Rabbit 1, part 1' *
Kitty's heart was beating faster and faster as she watched the girl at the counter collecting her drink and turn toward them. She hissed at Edward under her breath, "What do you mean interview? What's she interviewing for!?"
He ignored her brazenly and simply pressed the button on her remote a few times. She gasped a tiny breath as she felt the pink egg in her pussy suddenly change from a steady pulse to a fast, and constant vibration. As soon as she felt its change of pace she knew she couldn't last long without giving away how good it felt. Her pussy was slick with juice as she saw her master stand and hold out his hand to greet the approaching girl.
"Samantha my cherub! I trust you found the train journey not entirely unpleasant?"
He clasped her hand in his for the briefest of moments then motioned for her to sit.
"Yeah it was alright. I just listened to music most of the way really."
"Very good. Now as I'm sure you're aware, I am Edward, though you will call me Mr Rabbit from here on." She suppressed a slight smirk, instead nodding her head and taking a sip from her fruit drink. "Excellent. And this," motioning to Kitty, "is my assistant director and primary camera woman-come-actress."
Kitty's pussy throbbed for attention. She so wanted to slink off to the bathroom, lock herself in a clean, private stall and cum all over her fingers. She could feel the sweat on her forehead and knew her cheeks were flushed as the girl called Samantha looked over to her and smiled.
Placing the black jotter her master had given her on the table, she discreetly adjusted herself on her seat, and rested her elbow on the table. Leaning forward as she now was, her other hand (hidden under the table) made its way between her legs to feel the hot dampness that had crept along the seams of her jeans.
"Now before we go any further Samantha, I trust you read all the details on the website, and too read thoroughly the documents I emailed to you last month." His voice was stern suddenly, and Kitty knew whatever this girl was getting herself into, she may not like it just as much as she thought she would.
"Oh yeah, I read those." She leant over and from her satchel produced a fairly think wad of paper, stapled together in one corner. She licked her finger and flicked to the last page and handed it to Edward. "Here you go, did I sign the right bit?"
His eyes skimmed the page and a devilish grin rose in his cheeks. "You absolutely did. Now if you give me one second, we'll continue."
Edward clicked his pen and opened the jotter he had taken from his pocket. Resting it on his crossed leg he wrote something and slid it in front of Kitty, angling it with his hand so Samantha couldn't see from her side of the table. Startled slightly from her building euphoria, Kitty looked down and felt a burning heat run through her as she saw the single line her master had written:
-I know what you're doing. Remember what I said...-
She tried her very best to make no expression, as if he had shown her any number of generic notes about the interview, but she also wanted so badly to cum. With two fingers she was slowly but firmly rubbing herself. Her fingertips were damp with the juice that had already escaped her hungry pussy. Her mind was taken over with images of the wonderful things he had done to her in the past, as already she didn't care what his interview was about, her pussy ached for attention and she was doing the best she could to give it.
What could he really do to her if she did disobeyed him and cummed? She wanted to so badly, but even then knew not to anger him, as he would punish her in ways she couldn't imagine. She knew what he was capable of four years ago, both good and bad, and could only wait to find out how time had changed him.
"Perfect, now then Samantha. Tell us about yourself: Have you ever done anything like this before? Your first email said, let me see" He flicked back in his jotter a few pages and brought out a folded sheet, "ah yes. It said you had never been paid for a film, but that you had filmed yourself a few times on a webcam. How did that feel?"
Kitty listened as the girl started telling them about how she'd stripped for her boyfriend a few times, and how, after they'd broken up, he'd posted the videos on the net. She told them how the first few weeks she was mortified and would hardly leave her flat, but how after a while it began to excite her:
"I suddenly realised that my little video was making some people happy. Like, there were people out there watching me dance and jerking off."
"Everybody masturbates Samantha, and a pretty girl like you is sure to please the crowds."
She rolled her eyes coyly as if disapproving of the compliment. "But they were just three crappy quality videos of me in my room, I never understood that bit. Like, why were people even bothering to watch them when there's so much real porn out there."
"No, no, no little cherub. Amateur is very much sought after. It's so much more personal seeing someone's honest efforts to please. You may not have been dancing for everyone who would watch it, but you wanted your ex to cum, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah. 'Course I wanted him to."
"That's exactly it. You wanted them to cum, and they," His hand slid from his own knee to Kitty's. Hidden from view under the table top, he forced her hand out of the way and pressed his fingers into her damp jeans. She let out a soft moan and tried her best to keep her head down, as if concentrating on listening, "they wanted to cum too. They wanted to cum so badly, so much so it was the only thing on their mind I'd wager."
Dexterously his fingers undid the button on her jeans and silently brought down the zipper. Her musky scent hit him like a garden of roses and he inhaled deeply, tasting her perfume on his tongue. His thin fingers moved between the rough denim and the soft fabric of her pastel blue panties, feeling immediately how wet she was. Suddenly he withdrew his hand and leaned back in his chair.
"So! Before we get on to the delicates of this business, do you have any questions for us?" Kitty's fingers wasted no time in replacing her masters; teasing her throbbing clit now that her jeans were parted. She bit her lip to save herself from moaning again, her fingers squeezing and twisting through the moist fabric.
"I was wondering where the filming happens? Is it at your house? Or..."
"My, my, my no! Admittedly I have made films at my own house. In fact the last one I made funded much of this project, but you see, I've moved to grander heights." Before explaining he reached across the table and clicked Kitty's remote a few more times. He could feel her body tense and relax as the egg's tiny motor sped up. Her breathing was heavy and her scent was still strong in the air between them.
As he started to speak again, he noted, with a smile, that Samantha was looking at the black remote with interest. "The last film I made was a very specialist piece and the fine gentleman who requested its production, knew the value of a director who would keep his lips sealed. I'm sure you'll understand therefore that I can go into no further detail about that." He clicked the remote another two times and heard Kitty let out a gasp. Delighted, he watched as Samantha looked from the remote, to Kitty, and back to the remote, her eyes narrowing slightly in intrigue.
"Yeah, so where will it be filmed?" Her eyes were flicking backward and forward between the remote and Kitty, fascinated by what she thought was happening.
"I've recently come into ownership of a building on the outskirts of the city: Friend of a friend didn't want it any more. And as I said, I had just been paid from my last project."
Samantha was distracted momentarily and looked over at Edward. He smiled and his eyes gestured to the remote. "Uh-huh. What's the building? Is it nice? It's not a filthy warehouse or something is it?"
"No, no. As I'm to understand it was a specially modified workhouse from the pages of history. Some years ago it was converted and used for a motion picture set in a prison. If I'm to trust what I've heard it's a very convincing working model, though I've yet to test this..." His eyes shone and he flashed that wicked smile. If Kitty hadn't been so distracted she would have noticed and possibly even warned the girl against what she was involved in. But she was distracted, and Samantha received no warning.
"Sounds alright. Is there a bus route that goes close?"
