Katie Cherry Novels & Stories

I waved at Kieffer before entering the car. “Where are we going, Ms. Kathy?” Nikki asked as soon as he started the engine. I said the address of Almost Home. I ordered him not to wear his uniform and just dress in casual attire for the reason that I don’t want to attract so much attention. For sure people will be curious about me when they see me have a bodyguard. A perfectly trained bodyguard. Nikki is the same age as Kieffer. 27 years old. Nikki parked the car in front of the Almost Home condominium. I examined the whole building first before I stepped out of the car.

She sat on the edge of the bed. “OK, Kitty, give me your laptop,” Cherry huffed as she sauntered to her feet. Kitty pointed to her computer on the desk next to the window. “There it is, but I'm curious to know why you want it?” “Watch and learn, bitches,” Cherry giggled as she cracked her knuckles. She took Kitty’s laptop and her fingers went to work. “What's Mitch's last name again, Brownpaw, is it?” “Cheryl no!” Kitty exclaimed when she realized what she was about to do.

I asked, and Katie narrowed her eyes. “Why do you ask?” “Curiousity.” “Well, I’m sleeping on a cold bed.” “A cold bed! I’m sitting on an iced chair in a dark office.” “Do you have some warmth to give to me?” “Do you have fuel in your car?” I asked, and Katie’s expression turned to one of disgust. “I will never understand you.” She said. “Do I hear a lady’s voice?” Cherry asked. “A movie, Cherry darling. I’ll call you back.”

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Somewhere, she felt certain that Katty was also wearing hers. The last year had been hard on both her and Cherry. They'd all been very close. With Katty gone, she spent more time than ever with Cherry. They went to dinner at least twice a week. Neither of them was married, although Cherry had a new boyfriend. Pearl hadn't been in a relationship in years. She'd rather dance. Every Wednesday, she and Cherry met for dinner, but today was a more special Wednesday than usual.

It used to be her ass, but I think her boobs now hold first place. "Wait," Kate moaned, "there is something else I wanted to show you." She turned around and put her ass in the air. A red cherry tattoo was on her right butt cheek. "So everyone knows this butt belongs to you." she said shyly. Shit, it was definitely a tie now between her ass and her boobs for favorite body part. "Can you be any more perfect?" I asked. "Maybe if I’m in between your legs?" she asked seductively.

“Officially it was the night they broke into my house, although I did not know who they were or what they looked like at the time. The first time I knew who they were and what they looked like was when I visited them at the police station.” “So, you are saying you had never met the defendants before the night they broke into your house?” “That’s correct.” I was confused by his line of questioning it was not something we had covered. “Miss Garrison, can you tell me who Charlene Smith is?” “She’s a colleague at work.” “And on the 22nd of December last year did you attend the annual Christmas party with Charlene Smith?” “Yes.” My heart sank as memories came flooding back. “Judge I would like to

He’d been sort of expecting a hippie to show up, someone in flowing pastel skirts with wooden beads and wearing a wooly beret. Katie wasn’t like that, not at all. She was covered in black; black from head to toe. She was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt, a black leather jacket, black motorcycle boots. Her dark eyes were heavily lined with black makeup, her black hair was long and wavy, she had very pale but full lips. Her ears boasted about a dozen piercings, and her fingers were covered in large silver rings. She was the ultimate tough rock-chick, at least how Nick imagined one to be, and as she stood next to Mia, her outrageous and dramatic look was even more pronounced.

She saw Adam inside, wearing sunglasses and a white t-shirt and looking devastatingly – and annoyingly – sexy. Oh, Lord. Here we go. “Hey, Reena? Adam’s here. I’ve got to go, OK?” “Alright, sweetie. Be safe and be strong. We all love you.” “Love you guys too,” Katie said. Adam sat in the car for a few seconds, watching Katie on her cell. Black coat, black pants, black boots. Black hair and black eye makeup and black nail polish. A dozen earrings in each ear. Good Christ, did the woman have to dress herself in head-to-toe black all the fucking time? He had researched Katie’s photography extensively, and he knew that even all her photos were black-and-white. Was she totally color-blind or just

I softly said. "Good morning, I hope we didn't ruin your sleep schedule," the lady who I presume was the hair stylist spoke, I shook my head softly walking to the chair provided, "I'm Tessy, your hair stylist, this is Trisha and Clare, their both in charge of your make up while Lisa is in charge of dress." I nodded with a smile, having no strength to say any word, "alright then, let's begin, we have no time to waste." They began immediately, my thoughts still drifting out of the room, videographers and photographers came in sometimes to take some wonderful videos and pictures while I had to force myself to wear a fake smile.