Prael's Playhouse

This is the point where so many girls stop. They see her, they hear her, they feel her presence, and then all the ideas inside their head begin to crumble.

So many of them would have turned on their heels right here and now, headed for the door to never be seen again. Some of them make it a little further. Until Karina starts talking, or when she starts moving and intimidating the latest intruder into her territory. Rarely, do they even make it past that, to the point where Karina becomes more peacock than cat and has to really show her feathers.

Only the very best make it to the end.

As for Wonyoung, well, only time will tell.

“Pretty,” Karina begins, crossing her legs in her chair. “A little… dainty. Delicate.”

There’s an uneasy shift of feet beside you, the tell-tale sign of the girl beginning to falter. A smile curves on your lips. You feel her doubt—the way it hangs in the air like a thick perfume.

“I'm—” Wonyoung attempts.

Karina raises a hand, and the girl snaps her mouth shut immediately, not uttering another word. Her brows knit, as she considers the girl before her, contemplating her words carefully. “Too precious. Too soft. She would fall within a week if you’re lucky. Barely make you a buck before she’s gone.”

Wonyoung pouts, the colour draining from her cheeks.

“She might just surprise you,” you say, with your hand on Wonyoung’s back and guiding her further into the room. Even with her in your hand, you still talk to Karina like she isn’t there. “Who knows? I just have a good feeling.”

“Never did buy much into that intuition of yours.”

“I got it right with you, didn’t I? How was my intuition then?”

She pulls the faintest smirk. “Boss, you know what they say about broken clocks. But, okay, humour me.” Karina straightens in her seat, narrowing her gaze on Wonyoung and her soft right ear twitches. “What makes her special?”

The room is quiet, and you can feel the tension as both women stare at one another. Karina assesses every little detail of the girl that she can. Wonyoung fiddles with her fingers as a nervous sweat decorates her brow. She does her best to stare straight into Karina’s eyes and not give her the satisfaction of letting her know her heart is threatening to rip through her chest at any second.

You curl your fingers against Wonyoung’s back as you explain, “She certainly looks the part. Wouldn’t you agree that Wonyoung here has beauty?”

“Beauty means nothing to a roomful of wolves,” Karina answers.

“She has experience, some. The application stated plenty of casual personal encounters.”

She waves her hand dismissively, her nails glossed in a beautiful and impeccable black. “You know that doesn’t compare. Casual sex doesn’t measure up against a paying client. It never has. Boss, we have standards—a reputation.” Karina leans her head into her palm and rests her elbow against the armchair. A sigh leaves her lips before they are pursed and pulled into a frown. “Wonyoung?”

Karina drags the subject into the conversation for the first time, and as the name leaves her tongue, Wonyoung flinches at the mere sound, a timid voice utters the single word, “Yes?”

“How experienced are you, truly?”

“W—well,” Wonyoung pauses. In those few moments when her throat struggles to create any sound, her gaze never falters as she stares directly into the piercing pair of eyes watching her every move with amusement. “I’ve slept around. Lots of guys actually!” She sounds almost erratic, pausing before firing out a sentence. “And I’m good. Really good!”

Karina laughs softly, leans forward a little and her tail rises behind her, curling in the air. “Please, cutie. Cheap flings don’t compare here. We want professionals—experts.”

“I know what I can do.” There’s some bite in her now. Spunk and gumption. The longer Wonyoung keeps eye contact with Karina, the more comfortable she grows in her skin.

Karina laughs.

Not at the attempt, but rather at the whole thing. A true, genuine, laugh, with her shoulders bobbing as she throws her head back, her sharp canines catching the light overhead, glinting brilliantly. Even you are tempted to smile. The mirth in this exchange. It doesn’t quite make it out when Karina’s expression darkens, and the low and velvety purr of her voice rings out. “Yeah? And what can you do?”

“Anything,” is Wonyoung’s pride-filled retort.

Karina climbs with feline elegance to her feet. “Is that so? Not everything, I think.” A mocking pout forms on the woman’s face. “Maybe you’re the kind of cat that thinks she’s all that, but would cower the second she’s presented with a real test.”

Karina’s figure fills out her leather outfit in every way imaginable. The black latex fits like a second skin, following the contours and curves of her shapely figure without a crease or fold to be seen. Leather straps cross over her bust, pulled taught by the size of them as her cleavage is put on display, held tight together by the tiny ring resting at her collar. Her hips sway hypnotically, her boots thudding loudly against the floor as she walks towards you both.

“Tell me, Wonyoung,” her voice is so smooth and charming. The kind of tone that would convince any girl that anything she ever says is something to take hold of, “Is this something you really want?”

Wonyoung finds her resolve. No trembling lip, no fear in her eyes. Nothing to indicate her hesitation or how uncomfortable she had been mere seconds ago. She has her head high, and she’s staring back at Karina as her cheeks turn a wonderful shade of rose. “I want it.”

“Then let me tell you how it’s going to go. Right here, right now,” Karina walks into the centre of the room. All the furniture and decorations blend into the background, no longer of importance or existence because of the sheer power that woman holds. In the middle, there’s just her—dominating everything and commanding the full attention of all present. “You’re going to show us what you got.”

Karina flicks her tail to one side, a curious brow raised. “Begin.”

You’ve watched so many girls do this, many to the best of their abilities, with determination etched into every line of their faces. The conviction in their desire to please the boss and achieve what no others had.

Wonyoung steps forward, or rather struts, between you and Karina. She looks back and forth, a sultry smile on her lips and bedroom eyes. There’s this little black crop top, and so easily does she lift it from her torso and over her head. All in one motion, revealing her black lace brassiere—small and cute, and a little bit sheer. Her miniskirt follows suit, taking some effort with the size and snug fit of the article before she wiggles free from its grasp and you’re greeted with her matching panties, barely covering her ass cheeks.

Each movement she makes is deliberately sensual. Rolling her hips from side to side as she walks closer, arching her spine as she runs her fingers through her hair and tussles her locks. Standing before you with the prettiest smile on her face, Wonyoung places her arms around your neck and leans in. The closeness, the contact, and the way she lifts up onto her toes in an attempt to level herself with you is mesmerizing. Her small, delicate chest against your own. The breath escaping her nose tickles the tip of yours and your senses are overwhelmed by the subtle, fresh, sweetness of her fragrance.

“Not many girls as pretty as me, are there?” she murmurs, the tone of her voice dropping until it resembles the same charm her figure commands.

It’s here she kisses you. You don’t feel like you could say no even if you wanted to. But it isn’t what you imagine a kiss between two strangers would be like—chaste and timid. Rather, this feels warm and inviting. The way Wonyoung presses against you, how easily she deepens the moment and parts your lips and uses her tongue and her taste dances in the inside of your mouth. This was like kissing someone you knew.

Karina interrupts the kiss, “Patience,” she begins, her footsteps slowly approaching. The click and clatter of her heels fill your mind as your vision becomes swallowed in Wonyoung, hands drifting away from your neck as her fingertips crawl to the ends of your jaw and travel down the front of your shirt. “You’re not ready for that just yet.”

Karina presses behind her, one arm snaking its way across her stomach, the other across her chest. Wonyoung gasps into your mouth as Karina grips both her bust and stomach and forces her away.

You’re left a bit breathless as your lips finally separate, and you’re able to drink in a lung full of fresh air and compose yourself.

The distraction is welcomed. Wonyoung appears as windswept as you and you’re happy to let the two women take centre stage. Karina has her mouth on Wonyoung’s neck, whispering hot breath onto her skin, “You don’t even look the part just yet, no matter how hot you are.” Her ears twitch as she breathes Wonyoung in. “We don’t make just anyone into a real cat, but you can wear those for now.”

Karina nods to the dresser, where three items lie. Glossy, soft and synthetic. Karina draws her over and sets about fitting them to the petite girl. First the ears into her hair, a pair that almost match Karina’s. And next the collar around her throat. It’s black too, not shiny and fake like some Halloween costume, but dark and rich—real leather. Tight at the neck, no doubt. You can hear her gasp, catch how her jaw locks the second the straps tighten enough. There’s the softest whimper that comes from her. Her lashes flutter as she catches her gaze in the mirror.

“Taken something like this before, have you?” Karina purrs into Wonyoung’s ear as she reaches for the tail with the shiny metal end.

“A few,” Wonyoung admits with the ghost of a moan.

“Good. Now bend over for us, will you?”

Wonyoung, holding onto the dresser for balance, arches her back. “Like this?”

“Yes,” Karina nods with approval, her voice cool and calm, she has done this more times than anyone could count. You’ve watched it so many times, and you still can’t hide the lust as the scene plays out and anticipation swells in the pit of your stomach. “Very good, princess. We’ll get you the real things someday, only if you earn your place.”

Karina makes the metal end slick, lubricating it from the bottle, and Wonyoung knows what’s coming. She doesn’t need convincing or even instruction—no, nothing of the sort. She slips her long fingers under the hem of her lace panties and drags them over her pert ass. So soft and perky. Not a blemish in sight.

“Perfect,” Karina mewls as she readies the metal plug between her cheeks. There’s a soft whimper and a giggle as the cold metal touches her sensitive skin, and soon she’s trying her best to relax and accept the intruder. She can’t hide the breath she sucks in through her teeth, nor the moan as Karina slides it to the very base. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Karina groans.

“Feels so good,” Wonyoung whimpers, arching her back even further, her body attempting to wiggle and find more of whatever sensation it’s aching for.