All of the women looked anxiously at the door to see if it would be a possible victim. Even Tom stared at the door, praying it would just be a package, that some poor person would not be forced to die a slow, painful death that these women would so enjoy to give. The door opened, and to all of the ladies delight, it was a salesman ready to give his all to sell his worthless product. Just the kind of man that these women fed on. No one would ever know or care that he ever went missing.
Before the man could even begin to speak, Cathy interjected: "Why don't you come in side? Its so hot out there." She was really laying on thick, emphasizing "so" and flinging her hair back as she said "hot". The salesman look confused. You see, with Cathy's power came a cost. Men, when they met her, instantly knew she would be the death of them, in the very back of their minds. This is why Cathy and the other girls were forced to flirt, seduce their pray into submission. Tom had even seen his step mother get to a point where she could tell her victim who she was and what she was going to do to them, and they continued to beg for her to have her way with them. Not far after they were begging for their lives as they became saturated in her sweat or suffocated under her feet. Cathy could just change them on the spot, but she enjoyed the sight of a begging man, completely under her spell, at her mercy.
So the man followed Cathy into the kitchen where he then saw the rest of the women. "This is my family!" Cathy exclaimed, moving her hand around the room. The salesman waved, and only Tom waived back, the rest of the women smirking at the man, who was feeling more and more that he was walking into a trap. "You know, I really can do this outside, its not to hot..." but he was cut off by Clair "You want us to have to go outside? Our feet get soooo sweaty and stinky when its hot, we don't want to put you through that." And followed this up by setting her bare feet on the table, starting the poor sales man straight in the face with a devilish grin. "Oh, okay no problem" The young man said with a gulp. He was now locked in.
"So show us what you are selling!" Cathy finally broke the silence. "Oh right" continued the man " My name is Rick and I sell lotion..." Cathy quickly interrupted "Lotion! I love lotion! Come over here" She playfully ordered, and pointed to the spot on the floor right in front of her. Rick looked confused as he made his way over to Cathy. "Don't you want to hear about it first?" He quivered "No, I want you to get on your knees and put some on my feet" Cathy ordered in a matter of fact tone. Before he knew what he was doing, Rick was kneeling before Cathy, looking defeated, with a bottle of lotion shaking in his hand. "Now, take off my shoe.." Cathy smirked as she looked at her now helpless prey. She set her foot directly on his grion, pressing a little forcing him to groan. Cathy enjoyed it even more, and Tom could see her eye brow arch to accompany her smirk of triumph. He removed her pink pump, and began to lather her foot in the lotion. Then as if it was expected, he dropped the lotion, and began to smell her feet. This caused the girls to giggle, but Cathy silenced them by putting a finger to her lips.
Soon the man was licking her soles and sucking her toes, his own lotion coating his mouth. Suddenly Cathy Drew her foot away, Leaving the man looking confused, as if he was a baby who lost its bottle. "What a naughty boy" Cathy said in a soft, firm voice "The man looked embarrassed and scared, for he knew something bad was about to happen, he just did not know what. "Do you know what we do to naughty boys" Cathy smirked as she began to run her hands trough his hair. "What?" quivered the man, defeat in his eyes. "We make them beg for their lives" Cathy cooed as if she was actually talking to a baby. This caused the man to panic. His eyes darted around the room, stopping on Tom. Tom only looked away, and Cathy's hand grabbed Rick by the jaw and forced him to look her in her enchanting eyes. "Now, me and my girls are going to torture you and eventually kill you" she said as she playfully tickled under his chin with her finger nail. "The question is: How?"
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