<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/BlueCatMask.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://56.media.tumblr.com/b34d21557f20963684fb22e804bdf4ea/tumblr_o3ywn0Tpeh1u3km9po2_1280.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kitty, Escort &amp; Guide (Staff)</span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>At the bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday Dusk, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Gabe<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">An assignment! The news had come the previous night, just before she left for home. Along with her pay slip was a redacted photocopy of the member app so that she could study it at home. There was no way for her to know who he was or where he lived. All that was still visible were the information that would be readily available to her if she checked him up on one of the club's terminal, as well as some notes from Duchesse. One didn't do this job for three years and not pick up on some behaviors.<br/><br/>"<em>Not an easy fit into the club. Will need guidance for the first few times. Seems uneasy with sex, generally inexperienced, even. Not a virgin by any means. Wouldn't be surprised if all he ever knew is missionary position behind closed doors.  Give him to Kitty.</em>"<br/><br/>That flowing, graceful handwriting at the bottom was Duchesse's, and Kitty felt flattered that she was the one thought about to do this. To her, it proved that Duchesse thought she was doing a good enough jobs with spontaneous guiding on the floor that she could handle an assignment. The application really did not give her much indication as to what he was into, but maybe that was what Duchesse meant by how limited his experience were? Also, while this wasn't the sole purpose, it  meant that if she did her job well and the uneasy client became a regular attendee, she would get a bonus on her pay. More money couldn't hurt.<br/><br/>Kitty had put on her black robe, aware that getting to the man in her usual (lack of) attire might either unsettle him or spur him on. She would rather play it safe. Dressed in a black robe and her blue cat mask so that people would easily remember her nickname, Kitty went to the spot where she was told her client would be. Gabe, most likely short for Gabriel, Kitty thought to herself but that was where her inquiry into who he was would stop. She was not paid to dig into who the clients were; in fact, it was a good way to get fired.<br/><br/>He was there, at the bar, the mask and number on the mask fit, but she didn't go directly to him. Like him, she had the habit of being there a couple of minutes ahead. She learned then that she would have to be ahead a bit more if she were to be there. She walked slowly, gliding in spite of being barefoot, and observed. He was nervous, uneasy, it could be told in the way that he couldn't sit still; there was always something shifting, adjusting, repeatedly twitching… Kitty reached him, offered a kind smile and her small pale hand came to cover the tapping hand. Her hand was soft and warm, and the pressure applied was minimal.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Gabe. I am Kitty, your guide for as long as you will need me." Kitty introduced herself. There was an accent to her words, a Russian accent, but it was light, not prominent at all. Her voice was just like her hand; soft, warm, and meant to put him at ease. She had a kind smile on her lips, but all of it was genuine. She was not forcing it at all. Her blue gaze sought to make and maintain contact with his. Kitty's robe was held closed by the belt, but she had purposefully just barely closed it, so that the plunging "V" of the sides showed the inside swell of her breasts clearly. It was a test to see if he would be curious to see more of her, if this client would require her to make herself physically available to him, or if all he required was for her to be more of a "wing man". <br/><br/>What she could see of him was definitely handsome. Tall, good shoulder width to waist ratio, cute face - or at least what she could see of his face - if this assignment required that she interact physically with him, it would definitely not be a hard task…</div>