Katie Cherry Novels & Stories

We greeted each other and at a nice time, Mark appeared. "Kathy is Mark. Mark, this is Kathy." Lanie introduced us to each other but as expected, he just didn't give a fuck. "Snob," I commented as I rolled my eyes. Lanie explained that Mark is really like that. He got the tray to Lanie to bring to the kitchen. After Mark left, I excused myself to Lanie. I waved at Levi, Tyler's secretary. He just left the meeting room. "Oh, you must be Sir Kieffer's sister. The meeting is still not over. You can wait in the office." He said to me with a polite smile on his face.

Katie! *********************************************************************************************************************************

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

No major swelling or bruising around it, he was relieved to see. “Hi, Mia.” “Hi, Nick.” She forced herself to meet that steel-gray gaze. “This is Katie Lloyd. Katie, Nick Spencer.” Nick shook Katie’s hand, and tried to hide his surprise at her appearance. He knew, of course, that she was a photographer and so she was what his father so dismissively called “artsy”. He’d been sort of expecting a hippie to show up, someone in flowing pastel skirts with wooden beads and wearing a wooly beret.

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