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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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."

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"Big words from the man who made me wait an hour," Kathy informed him, her eyes locked on the movement of his hand. Her tongue darted out, pressed against her bottom lip.

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Dante smirked, leaning back against the wall.

His hand dropped away from his dick. "What're you gonna do about it?"

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Kathy batted her eyes up at him before adopting a horrified expression. "Surely you don't intend to have me kneel on this bathroom floor in my pretty new dress," she said, trying to sound appropriately shocked.

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Dante tilted his head.

"Better take it off, yeah."

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Kathy's hands slid slowly up her bodice, gliding over her curves, pausing to cup her breasts and run her thumbs over her cloth-covered nipples.

"You want me to get naked?" she asked, voice breathy. "Here? Just...all spread out in front of you?"

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"Yeah," Dante said, watching her, his eyes set on her hands as they made their way up. "Better turn into a naked woman, quick."

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Kathy obeyed half of that. She went slow, peeling down the bodice, giving him a good look at the lace bralette that did nothing to hide her candy-colored nipples. And then she slid the zipper at her lower back down, until her dress was a crimson puddle on the floor at her feet.

No underwear, just a neat thatch of dark hiding away the bright pink between her thighs.

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"Always gotta do things your way, huh?"

Dante's gaze was hungry, drinking in every inch of her skin. Fuck, he was lucky to have her, just-- look.

"Do you even remember how to get on your knees?"

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Wordlessly, Kathy knelt, the soft fabric of her dress barely cushioning her knees, body rocking to the rhythm of the train.

"Please," she breathed.

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Dante cupped the back of her head, sweeping her hair to the side, and wrapped his hand around his length. "Because you asked so nicely," he said, voice as cool as his gaze was hot.

He pressed himself against her lips.