Katja

Katja

By Indigo Giordana-Altu

Kat Woman of Canada… The playbill trembles in the Headmistress Bonheur’s white knuckled grip as rage takes over her petite frame. Her emerald eyes barely show through the narrowing slits formed by her scowl at the hungry slob of a news reporter that sits before her.

“It is you. Katja Engel, the striptease extraordinaire.”

The headmistress slams the playbill down on her desk and asks, “Where did you get this?”

The reporter settles into the chair causing his striped dress shirt to fight remaining closed as it clings to his overly plump belly. He adjusts his uncomfortably tight brown slacks.

“I can see the headline now… ‘Headmistress in the Buff’. What do you think?”

She can’t believe that this sloth would dare enter her office and unabashedly plan an article that bring shame to her family and possibly cause her to lose her job. She threatens to sue him for all he’s worth if he goes forward with his story.

“I have freedom of press. This story will surely get me that award for Investigative Journalist of the Year.”

Headmistress Bonheur nearly explodes. “So, you mean to tell me that you are willing to ruin my life over an award? This is absurd. What must I do to get you to forget you ever discovered this? ”

His facial expression changes to one that she has seen many times before. She is appalled but not surprised by the perversion that flows from his lips. She reminds him that she is a married woman now and offers him a larger sum of money to just go away. He declines and reissues his demand within inches of her.

“I want you to dance for me and let me be inside of you.”

She can smell the blend of smoke and alcohol on his already putrid breath. Flashes of her now comfortable and enjoyable life go before her eyes.  She knows in that moment what she has to do in order to protect the sanctity of her new life.

She invites him to her home at a time when she knows no one else would be around. Candles flicker and illuminate the plum colored room. He arrives on time and there she stands with her cat ears, black lace lingerie, and high heels. He sweats in excitement while she gives him a most sensuous and unforgettable dance. When she finishes, he is ready for more. She stills him.

“This is an experience, not a race. Have some cheesecake and coffee while I prepare the bath.”

Every movement is seductive and drives him wild. She slices the cheesecake and pours a red fruited sauce over it. Serving him, she whispers in his ear, “Enjoy.” Her heels click rhythmically as she walks away. He devours the delectable delight and, a few labored breaths later, he slumps over as his plate shatters on the floor. No longer concerned about the article, she now just has to figure out how to get rid of the body.