Then there was the dress, a modern fashion Cathy was sure, loose and high cut, but it was so short it almost showed her stocking tops, and Cathy didn't want to look like Renata. But she put it on and the belt, then finally the shoes, heels like the ones Conrad had made her wear earlier. She brushed her hair and went back out to him.

"Heeeey, great!" he exclaimed, admiring her. "Let's go!"

There were six of them at the restaurant. Renata was there, being a real snit whenever she glanced at Cathy. Her hard but beautiful face, with brunette hair falling as low as her tits, was pouting most of the time. She wore a slightly longer leather dress than before, but it was slit to her upper thigh and showed the lacy beginnings of her garter strap.

Then there was Alisha, an actress, or so she was introduced to Cathy. She was a strange, giggly blonde with a pretty, innocent face, darkbrown eyes and straight hair. She played up to all the men, trying to keep their attention from the more beautiful Cathy. Often she leaned forward, letting her open-necked dress fall forward, revealing her small, thrusting tits. And she let her hemline slide dangerously up her thighs whenever she could.

The two men were business friends of Conrad's. There was Eric, medium height, fair hair, slim and tough-looking. And there was Nolan, who was obviously a body-builder, since he bulged dangerously out of his suit. He seemed pleasant enough, chatting more easily than any of the others.

It all passed in a blur for Cathy. She let them talk while she took it in. She was in New York and about to make it to the big time. She could hardly contain her excitement.

"Back to my place?" Conrad asked as they sipped cognac.

"Sure," Eric replied.

"Oh yeahhh!" Alisha giggled.

There was a strange tension in the taxi. Cathy dismissed it, rather upset that she hadn't got to see more of the city. With visions of nightclubs in her head she got out at Conrad's place and followed them.