I like to call it the Tale Of Two Catherines. I guess just because of the names, I always paired them in my mind.
Catherine Number One was a woman I worked with. I can't really say much about her, other than she had a husband and children and everyone at work loved her, and often contrasted her with another woman we worked with who, let's say, was not loved.
Catherine Number Two was a woman I picked up somewhere, don't remember. She was 24, with a beautiful, curvy, almost voluptuous body. White, milky skin. Her hair was naturally blonde. She had icy blue eyes.
One moment with Catherine Number Two always stuck in my mind.
I had Catherine Number Two bent over her bed with her face in the pillow, with one hand I'm holding her wrists together with her arms behind her back, and with the other hand I'm pulling her hair.
And I had her panties around her knees.
I was like possessed or something, not even consciously in control. I was being rough and hard. She was moaning into the pillow and kept trying to pull her knees apart, stretching her panties as far as she could, trembling, shaking. Good lord it was so hot. I just kept going and going and by this point I'm sweating. She said I was "growling" - some deep guttural noise, like some sort of beast, some sort of animal.
I'll never forget the look she gave me after, this tiny little mischievous smile. I almost felt embarrassed because I felt like I had lost control, but she said she loved it - the feeling of being "restrained" - the way she said that word, the look in her eyes, the little smile.
I thought to myself, oh hon, we could do so much better than that.
I don't remember what happened to Catherine Number Two. I think she found out about Crazy Bitch which is usually how these things ended. Crazy Bitch and I were like a tag team.
Crazy Bitch was some sort of "cuckquean" although I had no idea what that was at the time. All I knew is that when I had someone over she would stand outside the door listening and playing with herself. Then if the woman left, she would come into my room and I'd fuck her. She - we - did that more often than I'm comfortable admitting. I don't know, it seemed fine to me.
So probably Catherine Two found out about Crazy Bitch and my, er, "unusual" relationship with her. I do remember her getting angry at me for something, but she wasn't really clear about it. She wouldn't say - I guess I was supposed to guess? But the last time I took her out to some place she was just angry, she left, she stopped taking my calls.
So I don't know what happened to Catherine Number Two after that. But I do know what happened to Catherine Number One.
Well I don't "know" but I can make an educated guess. They never found her body. Most likely she was REDACTED. And the fucked up thing is, she wasn't supposed to be where she was.
She should have survived.
But she got set up - by who, I don't know. But I can make an educated guess. Her friends from work darkly hinted about it for a while, whispering certain names.
And the other fucked up thing is she might have survived but someone locked all the emergency doors. REDACTED. REDACTED. REDACTED. Deep. But probably bullshit, who knows.
For me, REDACTED. I got set up but I never knew who did it until recently.
Someone on the chain, that is for certain. Because that's the thing, everyone I knew was on the chain. But I didn't know that of course.
I get high on a buzz Then a rush when I'm plugged in you I connect when I'm flush You get love when told what to do Wonderful electric Cover me in you I'm in love with a strict machine When you send me a pulse Feel a wave of new love through me I'm dressed in white noise You know just what I want so please Wonderful electric Cover me in you I'm in love with a strict machine