Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Georgiana and Petal wore the full facial prosthetics that they were famous for. Their skilled application and cutting-edge prosthetics really made them look like a pretty feline/human hybrid. This look was not casually achieved. All of their drama and foolish behavior aside, the women were very intelligent and driven. Petal and Georgiana had both attended Special FX makeup schools, had worked on multiple movie sets, and were extremely talented. Each had even done bit parts in various projects and had learned some decent acting skills along the way. The two women, then known as Lisa and Ami, had created the cat characters of Georgiana and Petal during Covid lockdown.
They’d started their own social media instructional podcast and three million subscriptions a month later, they made their kink of choice their full-time gig. Hence the reason why I wanted them to do a guest lecture series at the Ranch. I had a feeling it would be well attended and Derek had given me the okay to do so.
But the women were in high demand and only took the jobs they wanted.
And Derek wanted them to do a guest speaker gig at Rawhide.
Seeing both of them preening beneath the attention certainly helped our cause.
The couple behind us grumped about not being allowed to have their cellphones so they could take a selfie with the women.
When Petal spoke in a hushed hiss, her white and pink robotic cat ears shifted gently with her words. “Caleb, come on. Please make room. Everyone is looking at us. We’re late because Georgiana decided to change midway through her makeup.”
Georgiana sported a pair of calico cat ears, and a wig that gave her red, black, orange and white hair. She gave me a pleading look that was oddly cute with her cat makeup. Sort of like the big-eyed kittens in those old velvet paintings you see in movies.
Ivy had gone stiff next to me, and I noticed Captain Preppie giving the women an appreciative look and inspiration struck.
I pointed to the empty space on the riser in front of Captain Preppie. “Ladies, you can sit there. We have no room.”
“Yeah.” Captain Preppie beamed at the women, his attention on them like a hungry dog spotting a giant Christmas ham. “There’s plenty of room over here.” He held out his hands to both women at the same time, flexing and giving them a blinding white smile filled with perfect teeth. “Here, let me help you.”
The women both smiled at him and batted their lashes, each holding his hand in turn as he laid on the charm.
On the stage, Grant Chambers explained the conduct expected in classes and went over the heat levels of each class. They ranged from “pure as the undriven snow” to “you filthy perv” where anything goes. The crowd laughed at this, and the dean thanked them again for their contributions, and went over the stories of some of the students their donations would be helping. I glanced over at Captain Preppie, wondering what he did that afforded him a ticket to Spirit Week.
And I had to swallow back a laugh that left me coughing a little.
Captain Preppie was leaning forward so much he was in danger of falling into Petal’s abundant cleavage exposed by her mostly unbuttoned white shirt. The girls were lapping up his attention, and I had a feeling Captain Preppie was going to get lucky tonight. Georgiana placed her hand on Captain Preppie’s knee and said something that had the other man blushing.
Next to me, Ivy sighed.
I looked over, expecting to see her upset or mad, but she appeared more bemused than anything else.
She caught me looking at her, then leaned over and said in a whisper, “They are going to eat his poor, dumb ass alive.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” I whispered back. “Not that I object. As your older brother’s disreputable best friend, it’s my job to make sure no one messes with you. I have to chase the riff raff away, you know.”
She gaped at me for a moment, then mouthed the words older brother’s best friend, and giggled. “Is that who you are? Someone my older brother asked to keep an eye on me?”
“Yep,” I said with utter confidence as I waited for her to protest, but she merely grinned. “Told him I’d keep an eye on you and keep you out of trouble. Little does he know that all I really want to do is corrupt you in every way possible.”
She lifted her chin and gave me a defiant look that had a shiver of anticipation rolling through me and settling in my cock.
“Fine, then I’m your best friend’s bratty younger sister.” Her pretty lips twisted into a smile that was nothing but trouble. “Which means it’s my job in life to make you miserable. That’s what bratty little sisters do.”