A quick shower. Sure. She was a patient girl. More patient than her alarmingly outgoing girlfriend. "Very well." It should also give her some time to mull over her little plan, to perfect the fine details of how to torment a guilty cat with her favourite ball of yarn. "Don't forget to dry your hair, though." Her motherly concerns made Lucky warn. It shouldn't take that long, anyway. As a gift, she had given Kat a supersonic hair dryer. The same one she herself liked to use at home. It was a trend with Lucky. Whenever she enjoyed something, she had a habit of wanting Kat to have it as well.
With the girl disappearing into the bedroom, her quest to find a chair commenced. A simple furniture modestly comfy, armless, and decently sturdy. Just a chair, really. In the kitchen area, she found what she sought. Picking it up, Lucky brought it to the centre of the living room. For a little test, she let the chair have her coy butt. "Don't keep me waiting!" She called out upon sitting down, not sure if her voice would be able to overwhelm the sound of jetting water. Pulling her arms back, she paired her wrists behind the backrest. Slowly parted legs were drawn near the front legs of the chair. Rather simple. She had never performed a proper lap-dance. It was going to be improvised, she supposed.
Her rounded bottom left the chair. Before it perched on the seat again, Lucky turned the chair around, opting to sit backwards. On either side of the chair, her legs were spread. Stretched and lifted, the hem of her dress no longer hid the fair colour of her knickers. She lay her arms along the top of the backrest. Rested her chin on her little hands, beady eyes piercing the door ahead. Other than waiting, there wasn't much else to do. And without her splendidly curved partner standing in it, the doorway was poorly exciting to watch. While staring, her eyelids began to feel heavier, eventually curtaining her expressive eyes. Until the doorbell batted them open.
"Already?" Lucky got to her feet. One side of her feared she might find a random chick behind the door, paying a most misfortunate visit with Kat. Luckily, that didn't happen. It was indeed Sandy whom her eyes welcomed when she opened the door. She was glad it was her, but also a little surprised that she had chosen to make the delivery herself. It had been a minute since she had seen Sandy. She still seemed to have this distinct charm. Neither romantic, nor sensual, the two didn't have a particular spark. It was an exotically alluring friend what Lucky saw, and nothing more. "Kat?!" Her eyes were on said friend, but her lips spat a different name. "My blonde friend's arrived!" Another time, she raised her voice to be heard.
"Blonde?" An amused smile stretched the redhead's lips, slightly narrowed eyes mocking the young brunette before her.
"Lovely to see you." Lucky offered a quick hug. An innocent one.
"You made me very curious today." A little chuckle was let out. "Had to drop by. On a naughty day, huh?" A wink embellished Sandy's question. That probably was out of question, but she would have loved to watch the spicy game her friend wished to play with her significant other.
"Well, it's actually…" Lucky tried to explain why she had felt the need to buy those items. That she wanted to "punish" her girlfriend a little. That a kinky lesson would be the only one that would be effective on her partner. That she otherwise was not really into cuffs and whips. "You know what? Yeah. I'm feeling naughty." However, a simpler, and perhaps more accurate answer came out of the girl.
"Mm… Play safe." Sandy advised. "Knives are very," taking a step forward, she continued, "very dangerous."
"I didn't order a knife." The confused brunette argued. "That's not…" Turning around, her eyes searched for her girlfriend. "Kat? Have you-" Her eyes went wide, a sharp pain paralysing her thoughts and muscles. There was the knife, alright. Stuck in her back. The damage was emotional, more than physical. "You stabbed me in the back." Her eyes teary, she faced her friend, the bitter sense of betrayal coursing through her veins. "How could you?"
"I did it by accident!" Sandy exclaimed, which didn't make it less painful. "I knew how sensitive you were about it. Sorry."
An audible gasp pushed her chest out, yanked her eyelids up. The faint recollection of her odd dream was still quite fresh. Like a little ice cube in hot water though, it swiftly faded away. The waters were quite hot, indeed, when Kat wore those shorts. A greatly alluring body was not really the main reason she was with this gal. It surely didn't hurt, though. Her partner didn't say much, but expressed a lot with her body language, hinting at the amorous moments to come.
Starting from the ankles, Lucky's gaze ran up the girl's gifted form. It brushed past the floral thigh, and many more, before she eventually met the young woman's eye. It wasn't only her bum what those close-fitting shorts accentuated about Kat. Something she herself didn't possess, but liked to have was also emphasised temptingly. Liked to have it in the mouth. And in other places as well.
"Smile wider, darling." As her girl posed for her, Lucky asked of her. If her girlfriend was quick to heed that small request, she had another one. A slender index finger twirled in the air, as Lucky silently told her to spin. The same finger beckoned the girl closer then, whom she wished to touch, kiss, and love. If she were to tie Kat to the chair, getting rid of that tight garment could be an inconvenience. "I've been warming it up for you." Lucky stood up. As she walked towards the girl, her eyes fell upon her crotch. That poor thing must be quite distressed to be in such tight shorts. "Guess what I want to do with you." She asked, placing a hand over the girl's member, both to feel and pet.