This is the third in the series. In general, following the series in order is helpful, but not necessary, but reading the first one "Penthouse 01 - Who Am I" explains the main characters and setting making it easier to enjoy subsequent vignettes.
Penthouse 3 - Kathy, Sir's Girlfriend
Master called this morning to warn me that Kathy was going to be in town for a couple day. That there were no definite plans, yet. Kathy is an engineering executive with a hardware firm that does some business with Sir's company. They met several years ago at a conference and connected. She is a brilliant engineer and if I do say so model level gorgeous. Physically a six-foot-tall blue eyed buxom true blonde, with perfect hair, flawless skin, full lips, nice tight ass, the full package. Did I mention she is also very intelligent, witty and generally fun to be around?
So why did Master warn me she was going to be in town? Internally, I have a difficult relationship with her. My Master adores her. She knows it and thinks she is competing with me for him. I know where I stand with my Master and have nothing to fear from her, but there is always that twinge of doubt. She is not really a domme but likes to act as one with me at times, I guess thinking it enforces her position with Master. Master gets off on having her do that, seeing me obeying and be subservient to her. She doesn't realize that this further endears me to my Master. Most of the time it turns me on like crazy, but occasionally she pushes it a bit too far for my comfort. So basically, I enjoy spending time with her almost as much as Master does, but she does trigger me on a couple of levels.
Master called back during my lunch and asked what my professional workload was that afternoon and tomorrow. I told him that I had nothing urgent and could be fully available. He told me that Kathy would like to spend some time shopping with me, and then join Sir for dinner and . . . Sir just let the "and" hang, but I knew what he expected. Sir came back a couple minutes later, to tell me that she would be arriving by Uber in less than an hour.
Kathy shops for her everyday clothes in the high-end stores that I use to get something for a special event. Not really a cost issue, more an issue of style and needs. She looks like a model at work every day, I work naked in a collar and heels. Knowing what to expect I pick out a stylish dress and heels. Kathy showed up half an hour later looking like she just came from the stylist. She frowned when she sees what I'm wearing, and tells me, "Oh dear slut, we need to find something that looks good on you." I learned some time ago that she isn't being mean, she thinks she in being helpful. Still, it cuts when she does that. So, I simply replied, "Yes Ma'am, thank you."
We decided to take my car instead of an Uber to handle packages easily. Entering the shop an older clerk immediately recognized Kathy and gave her a warm welcome. Kathy smiled and told the clerk that we are looking for something to "Make me look hot." The clerk looked me over, asked me to turn around a couple of times and told the younger clerk to get three specific items and meet us at the dressing room. We browsed around the store for a short bit and when we arrived at the dressing room area there are three dresses hanging up next to a table set with a champaign bucket and three already filled flutes and two felt covered chairs.
The older clerk handed me one of the dresses and the younger girl led me into the dressing room. It fit tight and it took some gymnastics, help from the girl, and manhandling of my boobs to get it on properly. When I looked in the mirror I gasp. It is green, short, fingertip length on the left side, and bias cut to just a bit below my hip on the right side. It has enough structure on top that even without a bra my tits are lifted, framed and displayed beautifully. Turning around it looked like it was molded to my ass. The green dress looked spectacular with my red hair. I stepped out of the dressing room to a big smile from the older clerk and a "That's more like it." From Kathy. The seamstress came over and they determined that the waist needed to come in a bit and the under bust adjusted. They marked it and the clerk handed me the second dress. I liked it but Kathy felt it didn't do anything for me. The third dress was short and low cut, nothing extreme, but fit perfectly and as Kathy said, "promoted my best attributes." We moved over to the footwear where Kathy picked out two killer stilettos for me. Killer meaning both stunning to look at and deadly for my feet and ankles. Kathy insisted I keep one pair on for the evening. We had a couple more stops for things that Kathy had ordered or wanted to check out. As we finished those the dress shop called to say the alterations were done on my dress. Kathy informed me we needed to pick it up as she wanted me to wear it to dinner. Knowing how I looked in it I couldn't argue. On our way back to the dress shop we stopped by a makeup artist Kathy knew for an over-the-top look. At the dress shop, I put the new dress back on and with the alterations it looked even more spectacular. I felt stunning in it until I stepped out and met Kathy in the identical dress, only in red and biased the other way at the bottom hem, high on her left hip vs mine high on the right. What is it with blondes and red dresses, it always looks amazing? I was stunned, shocked, speechless. Looking at the two of us side by side it looked like a cover of Vogue. Kathy broke the silence, "I can't wait to see the look on your master's face when he sees us walk into the restaurant.
Master had booked a booth at his club in town for dinner. To say we made an entrance would be a gross understatement. The room went dead quiet when we walked through the arched entry. Master's jaw dropped; it took him two attempts to get to his feet. The club maitre d' rushed over to help us into our seats. Master had chosen a small booth so we were seated snugly on either side of him. It allowed both of us to run a hand up one of Master's legs to tease his already erect cock. I'm sure dinner was delicious and perfect but frankly I don't remember it at all. We left immediately after the meal; Master seemed to be in a hurry to get us home. We left my car at the club, Kathy naturally got the front seat with Master. Master drove all the way home with one hand on the wheel and the other somewhere high on Kathy's thigh.
When we got home Master let Kathy strip me. I stood before them naked except for the stiletto heels, my outside collar and day plug. Kathy sensing that Master was letting her take charge of me, ran her hands over me, fondling my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples erect, smacking my ass, and running fingernails over my clit. Immediately both arousing and humiliating. I asked Master if I could remove the stilettos, as my feet were killing me. Kathy immediately smacked my ass again and told me that if my feet hurt, I could crawl upstairs to get my "real" collar. Master agreed and added that I needed to prep my ass, since I had gone shopping with Kathy instead of my normal ass cleaning enema routine. Master pointed at the stairs, I dropped and started crawling. I was both hurt and relieved, hurt to be sent away by Kathy and Master, but relieved to get away from her if only momentarily.