Abacus

spot.”
    As the y left the bar, Helen looked back. “Hasn’t she’s got an amazing body? Her name is Jade and I have always had a thing for her.”
    “I didn’t really notice her body. I was too fixated on yours,” he said diplomatically.
    Helen gave him a playful nudg e and laughed. “You are good, aren’t you?” Helen’s interest in women intrigued him. He was not sure what his role would be in tonight’s equation, but he was happy to share the limelight with another woman. Or even just on the sidelines as a spectator.
    Helen led him past an intimate dance floor to a small room, which faced back onto the street where he had been standing. The room had two opposing two-seater sofas with a glass-topped coffee table between them. On the walls were a series of original abstract oil paintings. Admiring the image of a naked woman eating a peach, he asked, “So this is your usual hang out, eh?”
    “Only on special occasions,” she said, taking he r glass of champagne from the waitress’s tray.
    “Well , this is a special occasion, I suppose,” Randall said, holding his glass up and clinking it against hers. “We met today. Cheers.” He toasted before taking a long sip.
    As he placed his glass on the table, an over-excited high-pitched scream made him wince. “Hi, Hells.” He looked up and saw a cat had entered the room. Not just your average tabby cat, a perfect cat. Or to be more accurate, a stunning-looking woman wearing a tight-fitting leather cat suit. “Meooowww!” she purred loudly as she cracked her leather riding crop on the lounge.
    “Hi , Kaz.” Helen squealed as she got to her feet and leaned across to embrace the cat woman. Their welcoming hug soon turned to an embrace, then a long, deep passionate kiss, which seemed to go on and on.
    Randall found himself entranced as he sat there open-mouthed with bourbon in hand. He was captivated. Suddenly, he didn’t have a care in the world; the world was a happy place, no homicide investigations, no DL, no bait and no Abacus. He even momentarily shelved plans to torture and kill his nemesis Jenkins. He had a front row seat to girl on girl action and he wasn’t going to miss any of it.
    As the wome n finally separated, Helen looked towards Randall and extended her arm to introduce him. “Kaz, this is Bob who I have been telling you about.”
    “Hi , Kaz,” Randall said, getting to his feet with hand outstretched.
    The cat woman wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered in his ear, “You smell great.” Scratching and sniffing his chest, she headed north and gently licked his neck. He turned to jelly. It was obvious that Kaz was very much in character. Randall being an exotic bird for the night, considered the possibility that the cat may gobble him.
    “I’ve bee n a bad, bad kitty,” she said, whipping him playfully in the chest before handing him the crop. The cat turned away from him and seductively bent over the coffee table. Randall could see the leather pants were tightly stretched over her tight, perfect rear. She looked back at him as she leant over the table and pushed her rear closer to him. She invitingly wiggled her hips and purred. “So, Bob, what are you going to do about it?” He reluctantly gave her a few gentle taps. “No, no, I’ve been a very bad kitty, Bob.” Randall upped the tempo and snapped the crop on her backside much harder, about three times. He was a little uncomfortable with striking a woman, but was enjoying the game just the same. “Now that’s better.” She squealed in obvious enjoyment.
    Now well and truly inebriated , Randall found himself sandwiched between the cat and the porcelain doll on the dance floor. With champagne bottle in hand to top up the ladies’ drinks, he wriggled in between them in ecstasy. While dancing, both Helen and the cat woman occasionally brushed their hands over his groin. It was obvious to all three that he found this most arousing.
    The cat woman grabbed Helen ’s hand and rested it on Randall’s stiffened manhood. “Shall we do something about that?” She giggled mischievously.
    Helen smiled and nodded. “I think Bob is ready, he feels big and gorgeo us,” she said, giving it a gentle squeeze. Helen led Randall back into the room by pulling him along by his bulging erection, and sat next to him on the lounge. She leant across and kissed him, letting her tongue explore. Randall reciprocated after putting the bottle down and leant back against the lounge,