The Flying Pussyfoot, Limbo City, Wednesday

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Due to owning a business, Kathy sometimes got very weird, not-at-all-related-to-her-business offers from vendors trying to establish a working relationship. Most she tossed, but occasionally something really cool would end up in her inbox. Like a pair of tickets for a Murder Mystery Dinner, taking place on a newly-renovated luxury train from the 1930s. People would sign up, choose a character from the list of possible dinner attendees, and then show up and ride the train around Limbo City for a few hours, having dinner and trying to solve the whodunnit.

Kathy had been charmed from the start and had pretty much decided to go immediately. The question of who to take was answered when she spotted that one of the characters listed was a "rich rock star."

That made it easy.

One conversation of 'You don't have to dress up and you can bring your guitar!' and 'pleeeeease, it sounds like a ton of fun!' later, and Kathy and Dante had their tickets and were waiting to board the extravagant train cars of The Flying Pussyfoot for four hours of delicious, murdery fun!

[For the poor sap who agreed to this]

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"No, but I love breakfast," Dante said, grinning. "And morning sex."

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Kathy's eyes dropped to half-mast as she thought about that morning, Anders' face between her legs as Dante played with her breasts. Fuck, that had been good. She'd screamed.

"Well, here's hoping I meet someone who can keep up with me the night before enough to make me think about breakfast."

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"Too bad this ain't a night train," Dante mused. "Be nice to make it rock."

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"Isn't that why you brought your guitar?" Kathy teased.

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"Among other things," Dante said, smirking shamelessly.

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Fuck him and that smirk both. He knew what it did to her. Did you want your girlfriend causing a commotion by ducking under the table at you? Because that was how you got that.

"I believe it," Kathy said, standing up. "Excuse me. I'll be back in a moment. Ask the waiter for my drink, will you?"

She headed for the door of the compartment, pressing down on Dante's shoulder. Stay.

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Dante's eyebrows raised - what had her drink been, again? - but he stayed put obediently, watching her go.

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Pfft, way to not listen to your girlfriend when she talked, Dante. What, were you distracted or something?

Kathy glided away, returning a few minutes later with damp hands.

And just as she returned, Dante's phone buzzed with an incoming text.

A picture text. Of her in the pretty train bathroom, neckline down and skirt up, nipples almost as red as her lips and fingers sliding between her legs.

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Dante took his phone in hand and unlocked the screen, and...

Ah. Hello.

His mouth curved.

Fuck, she was hot.

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For her part, Kathy took her seat with serene grace and finished up her appetizer, chatting lightly with the middle aged woman to her other side, looking for the world like she hadn't gone to the bathroom to send her boyfriend-she-was-pretending-was-a-perfect-stranger a filthy selfie.

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Dante leaned back, smiling at his phone... and only then, tucked it away back in his pocket. "Sorry, important message came in."

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Kathy turned to him, all concern. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "Not some kind of emergency?"

Everyone else around the table murmured their hopes that everything was fine while Kathy had to work to keep a straight face.

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"I might have to take this," Dante said, swiping on his phone. "Sorry, everyone."

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"Oh, it's fine, dear," said the tiny old woman on his other side. "We'll make sure you get your next course, don't you worry."

Kathy grinned at her before glancing up at Dante, patting his forearm. "You go take care of business. We've got it all sorted over here."

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"Thanks," Dante said, flashing her - and the old woman - a real smile. "I appreciate it."

He slid out of his seat and walked into the hallway.

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Like Dante, Kathy turned to make conversation with the rest of the table. She had to admit, she was a little distracted, wondering what he was up to.

The thrill ran down her spine and pooled between her thighs.

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A few years ago, Dante might just have sent her a dick pic. Not this time.

But her phone chimed with an image text all the same.

guess what im doin

The image of him in the bathroom mirror, shirt rucked up and arm stretching down, just out of sight, left plenty to the imagination.

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Kathy let the text sit for about half a minute, before sliding her phone up and taking a peek.

"Wait, Eugene, what were you saying about city planning?" she asked, before sneaking a ping.

idk. u shld sho me

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ask me nicely

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Tht i did w my pic, Kathy sent.

"That's interesting. So, you'll be implementing those improvements next?"

Pretty pls? w strwbrrs on top?

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Her answer was a variation on the same shot - but panned down, to show Dante's fist wrapped around his dick.

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"Dear, you shivered," the lady next to her said kindly. "Are you cold?"

Kathy looked up at her and smiled. "You know, I did get a bit of a chill. I'm going to run and see if I can't grab my wrap. Do excuse me."

She hurriedly got up from the table while the older couples around the table smiled indulgently at each other. Kathy didn't notice. She was busy on her phone.

Has it been an hr yet?

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She got just one, ultrashort answer.

yes

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She hadn't waited to get the return text, making her way to the bathroom. She tapped quickly, quietly, and then slipped in, wanting to see Dante gripping his dick in person.

And once she was there, red dress fluttering around her, she locked the door tightly, turning to look at him with hungry eyes.

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Dante's hand was still on his dick. His shirt was still rucked up, and... he was watching her hotly as his hand moved. Slow and steady.

"Took you a while."