Chapter 10

She felt ready to take on the world when she woke the next morning. She wore a red g-string beneath her black mini skirt. Her red matching bra pushed her breasts up so far that the buttons on her pink silk blouse looked like they would pop open any second. She threw a pair of black patent leather pumps on her tiny feet and grabbed a black jacket to cover her breasts for while she taught the children. Katya knew that Dante had a meeting at 5pm that evening so she would catch him as it was ending. She waited until 7pm when she saw the men filing out of his office. She smiled sweetly at each one before closing the door behind the last and locking it.

"Katya, what are you doing?" Dante seemed surprised to see her.

"You've been avoiding me." She pretend sulked.

"I've been busy, that's all. Something the matter?"

"I just wondered if you had any additional files on the children?"

She stepped over to his filing cabinets, bending over to open the lowest one. Her mini skirt rode up her thighs, the bottom of her rounded cheeks peeking out. She rotated her backside so he had full view. Spreading her legs apart to get lower while she reached to the back of the files.

"Th-their files are not down there... I keep them up top." He tried looking away from her.

"Oh, like super high?" Katya walked over to his sliding ladder, bringing it as close to him as possible while she took off her jacket. She climbed the ladder once it was locked in place, making sure he got a clear view up her skirt. She widened her stance on the ladder once she got above his head, allowing him to see the small string of red. Her efforts to reach a file folder caused her blouse to unbutton. When she found the files she was after she turned sideways to walk down the ladder but lost her footing and let out a small squeal of worry. Dante jumped to his feet, reaching up to steady her. His hands ended up grabbing her squarely on her buttocks. He lingered for a moment then let go.

"I apologize miss Rasputin..."

"Please... I've been here for three months now, call me Katya."

"Katya... I have some rather uncomfortable questions for you." Dante informed her.

"What kind of questions?" She was becoming nervous.

"Do you have a... husband?"

"A husband? I would be Mrs. Rasputin if I did." She educated him lightly.

"True... I just wondered... could it be your compassion towards mutants that's limited you from finding a husband? I mean you are intelligent and clearly very attractive. The only quality I can see that would prevent a man from marrying you would be the mutant-loving attribute of your personality."

"Oh." She had to filter herself as her temper was beginning to boil beneath the surface. "Men have tried to marry me... I've been engaged several times. Just things never really worked out. Guess I have commitment issues when it comes to marriage. My 'mutant-loving' attributes were never an issue in my relationships." She replied dryly.

"I don't mean to insult you, just a woman as beautiful as you..."

"I'd choose your next words carefully Dante." She warned him.

"You seem to understand them, mutants. I've mainly dealt with men in the pleasure department of mutants but is there a market for woman wanting male mutants?"

She didn't know how to respond to his question. Was he testing her? Did he know about her and Victor?

"I believe desire is a mutual thing when it comes to men and women. They both want a partner that will please them." She tried to not look at him as she spoke.

"Does this topic make you uncomfortable Katya?" He had stepped closer to her.

"It's not a normal conversation that you have with your boss." She looked at his face to read his expression.

"This isn't a 'normal' job...". He looked at the missing button on her blouse.

"Are you asking me to market your male mutants towards pleasuring woman?" She played with the opening of her blouse, running a finger over the top of her breast as he watched closely.

"What is a woman looking for when it comes to pleasure? What is desirable to them?" His eyes hadn't left her cleavage.

"Well they usually like a well muscled man, broad shoulders, chiseled jaw... full head of hair." She traced a finger across his shoulders and up to his face along his jawbone.

"What else?" His eyes focused on her mouth.

"They like a man that will take charge, protect them." She played with the waistband of his pants as she spoke.

"What other qualities do they want?" Dante had swallowed hard as he felt her fingers on his belt.

"Depends on the woman. Some like to be the dominate one in the bedroom, others like the man to be. Each woman wants something different. Some want a man to talk to, to share things with, others just want pure sexual pleasure." She held onto his tie as she formed each word.

"And what do you want?" Dante asked as his blood pressure rose.

"I thought this conversation was about your new potential female customers? Not about what I want." She loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his dress shirt.

"You're my target demographic. I want women like you to come shop here. Quality women with class and money." Dante lifted her chin with his index finger so she looked him in the eye.

"Well a lot of high powered women with a lot of money go to charity auctions. You could start there, see what they like. Women are unique, trying to throw them all in one category will not get you customers." She turned away from him, sitting down on the edge of his desk.

"That's why I need you to help me. The majority of my team is male. They haven't a clue about how to pleasure a woman let alone understand what she wants." Dante walked up to her. "Tell me what pleasures you."

"I'm not in the market for a sex slave unfortunately. But, if you took me to a few charity functions, events I could network for you. Find out if there's an actual need for your services." Kitty was beginning to lose her nerve seduction wasn't her forté.

"I could arrange something." Dante looked at her curiously. "Do you have a thing for my fighter Creed?"

"Wh-why do you say that?" She was caught off guard by his question.

"Just the way you look at him, the way you tend to him." Dante's eyes bored into hers.

"He reminds me of a deceased friend is all...". Her voice trailed off into thought.

"My condolences. I must warn you Katya, don't let him fool you into thinking that he's innocent and helpless. He's a cold blooded killer." Dante's tone had changed to a low warning.

"I know..."

"I fear your compassion might make you do something foolish and remember you are mine." Placing a silver bangle around one of her wrists, Dante held tight to her hand.

"Yours?" She didn't know what to say.

"You belong to me Katya, no one else. I've made it clear to my staff that no one is to touch you. When the time comes you'll understand it's better to be mine then everyone's." Dante's eyes grew dark as twisted the bangle.

She was suddenly paralyzed, her body non-reactive. He smiled sickly at her as he twisted the bangle once more and her senses returned.

"This device is just a smaller prototype of my collars. More discrete and light weight."

She shivered at the thought of what would happen to her if she disagreed with him in that moment. Her lips were drawn tight.