She's nicely naïve, delightfully diminutive and deceptively debaucherous. That's because she can make even old men want to feel very young again with her angelic innocent face and a pert cute body that belies the reality she's really 18.
Trouble is, while she's a shining light sex magnet she's not all that bright.
After being knocked back by a string of would-be employers after flunking her school's final year exams and turning up at the prospective employers' doors looking like she's years younger than Springtime instead of what they expect, Katie's finally hit pay dirt somewhere else.
A chance glance at an adult journal advertisement by her rich uncle Zach put her on the path to an interview with a business seeking a fantasy model capable of making out she's something she's not under the auspices of the 'Cherished Companions Come to You' agency. Being a natural show-off in her younger days of old and a skilful prick teaser, the tiny 4ft. 7 in. pocket princess can now exercise her legal rights to complete sexual freedom and discretion.
She's just gone into the candy pink themed beauty parlour adjoining the CCCTY premises where co- owner Angelo is to prepare her make-up for her first engagement. Co-owner Lana - the six feet tall buxom dark hair Queen Cleopatra ruler kind of woman- will give little Katie her first job brief the moment Angelo completes covering Katie's cute nakedness with the warm deep tan body oil that sets fast in 30 minutes . It makes her look as though her silky smooth skin has just come back from a long Jamaican holiday. In fact even Angelo could confuse her with a grass skirt bare chest pubescent native virgin the way they wore so little before Spanish explorer Christopher Columbus sailed via the Virgin Islands and Jamaica in the late 1400s on his voyages to the 'new world' of the Americas.
The all-over body tan Angelo applies to Katie only applies to Lana and Angelo's premium A list clients – the most important, influential and of course, trusted community figures. She'll be meeting one of them very soon. Say no more.
Lying on her tummy stark naked for Angelo as he rubs the golden suntan oil into her lithe body making her look moist from head to toe, he doesn't have to go inside because she's oiled up there already from the way it feels having his big hands sliding up and down her inside her splayed legs and thighs.
Angelo's eager eyes miss nothing about the detail of what he's doing because he's always had a lustful wish for putting his hands on a nefarious nubile and Katie just so happens to tick all the boxes for his healthy yet sordid thoughts; sort of anyway. Why not when she's noticeably naïve and so tiny with a hot shapely backside, erotically formed big swollen puffy pointed tips to her miniscule breasts and the look of innocence that makes him feel guilty for even thinking twice about looking let alone what he's doing in the name of good business.
After 25 minutes of continuous rubbing it in Lana comes back and asks Katie to sit in the make-up chair facing a big mirror while she fetches what she'll be wearing to the client meeting. Lana sounds excited as she watches Angelo complete her facial make-up with well-placed artificial freckles across either side of her snubby nose.
"Oooh, don't you look the loveliest little thing, " she declares, so proud of Angelo's efforts to give Katie an extra several years of life by seemingly taking her back several years in nubile innocence at the same time. "The Reverend Randy Rites is going to think you're a blissful answer to his prayers when you meet him soon."
Angelo's tied Katie's flowing blond ponytail into two bushy pigtails that flare outwards from the way they are tied close to her head behind her ears and she then tries on a made to measure pure white silk Roman Empire era vestal virgin style of garment, the hemline designed in tatters. The long sleeve opaque garment hangs loosely off her narrow shoulders to fall midway between her pubic area and her knees.
"Is there anything else?" Katie implores, expecting panties.
"Oh no, back in the days of the real vestal virgins they didn't wear anything underneath and we must make you appear for the Reverend as though you have descended from heaven to answer his prayers," Lana says with a convincing expression.
"Oh, I suppose I've got no choice since it's my first job but at least it's not too short since he sounds like someone from the church, I'd better not be too rude." Lana grins. "Darling this is your big chance to impress. The Reverend Randy Rites is one of the most important church leaders around. He's a dear old very handsome grandfather kind of man too, but not too old for you since he's still practising religion at 60 and I happen to know he's very fit and in good shape for his age. And I know he has a lot of time for lovely young things like you."
"How come someone like that is into this fantasy stuff. Aren't they supposed to be above all that?"
"Ah, that's for him to know and you to find out. But let me say this, you'll find out in this new job you're starting little Katie that the older the man the younger he wants to feel, get the hint."
"Oh I got it. If I can make him feel younger at heart just talking to him I've done the right thing then, okay?"
Lana shakes her head with a supressed smile. "Of course darling I'm sure that as things go you'll find things to your liking but don't forget he's a VIP to our business, we're paying you well so just make sure by the time you have to return you're sure he's satisfied that we sent him the nearest thing to a real angel he'll ever come across."
"What's his church anyway?"
"Pray tell, I think it's called the Church of the Medieval Masters."
"Never heard of it," quips Katie.
"Well it's a little bit of several religions rolled into one but I think it's an offshoot right back to the earliest days of god fearing people's lives being controlled by the church for their money. Anyway that the holy reverend you're meeting is very rich is nothing to do with that. You'll find that even bible bashing people like the Reverend Randy Rites can be a blessing in disguise."
An hour later Angelo drives Katie to the reverend's place of worship that looks like a throwback to a Gothic medieval era in construction and set way back off the main traffic thoroughfare, it's huge 12 feet high twin conical shaped doors making it seem spooky to the unaccustomed visitor. She's met by a big tall man wearing Roman sandals and a neck to ankles black robe that appears to open at the front but tied neatly around the waist so that it stays intact. He's completely bald with a jolly face and big blue eyes and very bushy eyebrows. He extends a big hand that grips Katie's tiny hand in a warm welcome gesture.
"Praise the lord," he says looking momentarily up at the sky then back down at little Katie's angelic appearance. "My prayers have indeed been answered with an angel from heaven, come quickly this way my child," he says as he leads her hurriedly through the huge doors and right through the place of worship past a grand old pipe organ, the spectacular altar, and through another doorway down a connecting long passage to his spacious private cottage. It's homely enough in an open plan way consisting of a small kitchen, study where his computer is stationed in a corner section, a lounge area dotted with small furnishings, big lounge chairs, a single bed to one side and in the very centre of the whole area stands an elevated altar.
He lets her look around the room and utters his explanation for some of its untidiness. "I'm sure you'll forgive me for not setting the table for dinner but I can give you something to eat before the time just the same if I find you hungry enough."
"Whatever," Katie muses with a little shrug of her little shoulders, unsure what he means. "What's that thing on the big pedestal in the middle of the room?"
"It's a small replica of the original Church of the Medieval Masters altar of sacrifice," he states proudly with a glint in his eye that she didn't see.
"Gee do they still sacrifice people at the altar like in the old days? I read about that in ancient history but I only got 44% and no pass in my final exams."
Reverend Rites laughs at the thought. "No my child, in modern times it's only for young maidens to sacrifice their innocence before the chosen ones of the church to witness so that in purity the young fair maiden can be exonerated from all evils and remain pure by taking the seed of life with the blessing of the Almighty Ruler. I keep the replica here only for times of private worship without the observance of the chosen ones as witness but otherwise it's as it always was in medieval times."
"Gee, that's cool, I didn't know that," says the naïve one looking more and more comely as minutes go by. In her mind though Katie's wondering what to do since the reverend isn't the kind of person she thought she'd meet up with on her very first fantasy assignment. So used to being flashily flirtatious around older men in crowded shopping malls and around her handsome uncle, she's suddenly a bit unsure of herself. A streak of doubt in the guise of fear runs through her mind for a moment as it occurs to her that maybe it's not so easy after all when put on the spot to pretend she's someone's she's not in front of this tall man bedecked in a black frock-like robe from neck to ankles with its golden chain tied around the waist to stop the garment from coming open. The size of the Roman sandals he wears suggests his feet are big, just like his hands.
He takes her by both hands and holds them outstretched towards him as he looks into her heavenly big blue eyes. Katie's face looks innocent enough as it is anytime but Angelo's handiwork makes her look more so with the fake freckles and the cheeky teeny bopper pigtails hairstyle. He looks quickly again at the way her big knob nipples poke out through the tissue paper thin silk. It could have been a sound from the pipe organ back in the church itself but Katie couldn't help but hear the reverend's righteous low groan and notice his lips twitch taking her youthful beauty into his thoughts. Beneath his long robe a pipe organ of the human kind acts as though it too, can visualise such cherubic naturalness.
Reverend Rites studies her just as she studies him. For him she looks like a gift from the gods. For her he's Lana's VIP big wheel in a church order Katie's never heard of and he's not just a big wig there he even looks big all over right in front of his cute little manna from heaven.
He's a celibate clergyman, a man of the cloth who's visualising little Katie unclothed, a rector hiding a brutal looking erection. Yet his voice is gentle as if he's about to pray.
"The gods have sent you to me," he announces firmly but tinged with warmth that a woman's sensitivity can feel. "You realise by your heavenly presence it behoves me to hear you beg for forgiveness for your mortal sins, and even angels have sinned so don't deny what the Church of the Medieval Masters knows must come to pass under the roof of worship."
"Gee, I didn't know..." Katie murmurs in a trailing tone.
"Praise the lord for putting you in my care so I can show you the way," he starts in a reciting voice.
