Catherine 2.0

Cat went back to her room and woke the computer up. Her talk with Agatha made her realize that the government would monitor everything anyway so she might as well ignore her fears they were descending into an Orwellian society and have her fun.

"It's really just a show, you should relax..." she mumbled, quoting something.

<What are we going to do now? The hairbrush thing?> Catherine asked, swaying between curious and wary.

With one hand on the mouse and another on the cat, she kept clicking and caressing until she ended up at that big online retailer that promised same-day shipping and one-click purchases.

<Damn. Some of these look so stylish.>

"There might be hope for the hairbrush's purity," Cat joked.

<Oh, my. I can't believe they sell that kind of thing too.>

"It should be one of the rules of the internet. If it is mass-produced and legal, Jeff can sell it to you."

<Jeff. Oh, that Jeff. I met him once at a party.> While the ghost rambled about her connections in the 0.01%, Cat kept adding items to her shopping cart. <Are you one of those people that flood their shopping cart, then remove the items you don't want?>

"Not really. I'm buying all of those. It's not like we can't afford them. Oh, I was always curious about these," She pointed one article out.

<What's that?>

"It's an internal vibrator with a Bluetooth connection. You can control it with an app. Or someone else does and you are at their mercy."

<Why would anyone want that?>

"It's a teasing game. Allegedly people like being stimulated that way."

<And who is going to remote-control that for us?>

"Nobody. I'm curious to know if it feels good or not. I couldn't, before."

Cat snickered, <Why not. It's not like men lack a hole.>

"It's not the same thing."

<Rule 63. If there's one for the goose, there's one for the gander.>

"You got it kind of mixed."

<Well, doh. What I meant was, I bet there's one of these remote-controlled toys for men.> A search away, they found something that could be a sports car drive shaft. <Told ya. See? Prostate vibrator, for men. I guess William wasn't brave enough.>

"Definitely not."

<There's even a bundle deal with the pink one and a bottle of lube!> Catherine squealed. <Buy it.>

"There's no reason. No prostate anymore."

Catherine, however, was deaf to her host's protests. She was over the initial bashful rejection of the idea and was in full "shopping for the sake of shopping" mode. If such a thing as designer dildos existed, then dildo fashion also did. 'The more you learn...' Cat thought to herself.

<C'mon, you never know when you'll need it. And you won't use even half of these toys you're getting. I'm not telling you to shove it up to our ass the moment it is delivered, but it is just one more toy in a big bundle.>

She added that and some others to the shopping cart. After the awkwardness was over, they ended up spending enough money to buy a used car on sex toys. Cat tried not to see the final order price but she couldn't help it.

<It is rather ironic we are spending money from a sexual assault lawsuit on sex toys.>

Cat stopped moving her hands, earning a protest from the cat lazying on her lap. "My bad. I didn't ask before I started, but how do you feel about doing this?"

<It's water under the bridge. For starters, I'm dead. I can still think and remember, but my emotions are detached. Or worse, they're attached to yours. You're excited about the new toys you bought, I'm excited about them too. I used to try to fight back but now I'm getting used to riding shotgun in your head. The guy was punished and is going to rot in federal prison. He's yesterday news. I'm worried about the literal devil's advocate he somehow hired.>

While Catherine said her piece, Cat played with the cat, provoking him and earning some love nibbles from the wirehair.

"I think it was the other way around. Mr. Marthan must've pressured himself into the position to get near us. If he's as strong as Alice said, he is really not inclined to use violence. Maybe he is doing what every businessman does on a business trip. Taking his time, stalling the most he can, and enjoy the scenery. Dunno, maybe he's out there corrupting as many souls he can before he comes for us."

<God forbids. Wait, go back a page.>

"What?"

<Back a page. Thanks. What's that thing?>

Cat raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You don't know buttplugs?"

No, she didn't. But somehow it gave her an epiphany. <These go up there? But they have a gemstone. Oh. Oh. Jewelry for the butt!>

Cat opened her mouth, gawked, clenched her cheeks, then shut up. For someone who claimed to be naked without earrings, that was one way to sell butt plugs.

"It's not real jewelry. The price tag is too low."

<I know. But there must be out there. Could you call my jeweler and put an inquiry?>

"No," Cat drew the metaphorical line.

<C'mon, if you are putting stuff in one hole already, why not the other one?>

"One is made for that, the other for another thing," Cat replied, a bit irritated. "You know what it's for."

<Butt plug! BUUUUUT Plug!>

Cat froze, surprised. "Oh, dear. You haven't watched the meme video." She opened another tab and searched it on Youtube. The next two minutes ruined Cat's life for the rest of the day.

<That's stupid,> the ghostly girl said at the end. <Let me show you. Say "Hello".>

"No."

<Butt Plug! Butt… Plug-ah!> Catherine joked, mimicking the meme video.

"I hate you," she mumbled and browsed to another page. "Here, a 24 grand gold-plated designer butt plug with matching cufflinks."

<Now you're talking!> Catherine became overexcited. <Buy it.>

"I'm not paying that much for a butt plug, no matter how much money I own now because I'm legally you. Besides, what's the point of wearing something that expensive if nobody will know it's there."

<Oh, silly girl. A woman wears jewelry for herself, not for others. It's perfectly fine even if nobody else knows.>

She let Mr. Mouser out of the room and blocked the pet door, making a mental note to have a latch installed. She looked at the digital camera and the computer and had an idea.

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"You've never really explored it down there, did you?"

<I told you I hadn't.>

"Well, that's what we're doing today."

She set the computer offline and slaved the camera to the laptop via cable. That would stop any electronic eavesdropping. Bringing the rig to her bed, she took off her clothes and lay down on the duvet.

<This looks overcomplicated when a mirror would be enough,> Catherine commented.

"Yes, but I want to see it up close. Here it goes." She turned on the video feed and placed the camera down there.

<There's an invention from the thirteenth century, it's called a magnifying mirror. It does the same job as your tech contraption. Takes a guy to overthink things and solve everything by throwing tech at it.>

"I get it. You don't want to see it. I mean, you had years to do it. Now it's time. Say hello to your vagina, Catherine."

<It's weird. It's so weird. The labia are all scrunched up!>

Cat pulled the labia out and spread it on the sides. "Looks like an orchid now."

<Still weird. It looks like a carnivorous plant or some badly cut slice of ham.>

"Where's the little button?" Cat teased and pulled her hood back. "There it is."

<It doesn't make sense. Why is the clit up there when the sex happens on the other side?>

"No idea. The tip is just the tip, though. The cit runs down on both sides. Ours is cute, it looks like a little button."

<I don't even want to get horny along with you but I don't have a choice. Vaginas are weird, dare you to make me change my mind.>

"Challenge accepted!" Cat uttered triumphantly. "What we should do now is to see others and compare them to ours. Or, you should see."

<Right, because you are a vagina expert,> She snickered.

"Not exactly," Cat shrugged. "Let's watch some porn. I need headphones to turn on the sound."

She brought her computer back to the desk and made sure to remove all traces of the self-made video before turning back the wifi. They spent the next hour looking at pussies on the web. It didn't change Catherine's opinion too much.

<My god, there are some hideous ones out there. Ours might be pretty nice as vulvas go. Still weird, though.>

Dismayed, Cat thought of what she could do to change the ghost's mind. If exposure didn't help, she would need to ask for a specialist's help. "I'm not done yet," she mumbled to herself. She decided to visit a camgirl site. She planned to get a camgirl to do a private show then have both women sort it out between themselves. Her rationale was that if she could find a woman online to talk about it that wasn't ashamed of their own genitals, it was a camgirl.

<I heard about these sites. Aren't them virtual rooms where you can chat with prostitutes?>

Cat clicked her tongue, "No. You're mistaken. They are not prostitutes. They are camgirls."

<Tomato, Tomahto,> Catherine grunted. <What's the difference?>

"A prostitute has sex with someone else for money. A camgirl doesn't. It's not rocket science," Cat snickered. "There's nothing stopping someone from being both, but most aren't. Most of them are just ordinary girls trying to earn some spare cash on their free time from home."

Before she committed her credit card information, she started to browse the chat rooms. Cat wanted to find a girl with the right personality to help Catherine get over her perceived pussy prejudice.

<What are those pink things sticking out of their pussies? Oh, is that the remote-control toy you bought?>

"Yes. The site has a feature that when you tip them with tokens, the toy vibrates. You'll listen, it makes a windchime sound when it happens."

She browsed from room to room, but most of the girls were just trying to earn tokens by doing kinky things. Cat understood how men worked and it was business as usual. Finally, she navigated from site to site until she found the perfect girl. She registered for the site and charged her account with site tokens on a separate tab.

<Torrid Terry? That's a hooker name if I ever heard one.>

"Did you?" Cat teased.

<A few. I didn't grow up under a rock, so you know!>

Torrid Terry sat on what was clearly a scenographic bedroom, probably at some studio. She wasn't naked or masturbating like the others, she hadn't even her boobs exposed. Yet the chat room was full of guys tipping her and trying to get her attention. She controlled the chat room masterfully, alternating between interacting with the high tippers and entertaining the crowd.

<When will she start to masturbate like the others?> The phantom asked, a bit bored.

"She won't. Not in open chat, at least. Unless she sets up some tip goal and starts an open show. This is a girl that knows how to work for her crowd. See this number up here? That's how many tokens it takes to get into a private show with her, per minute."

<She makes twelve hundred dollars an hour?> Catherine gasped, doing the math using the cost of tokens to the site user.

"No. Much less than that. The site takes its cut, then the agency she works for. See this bedroom, it's scenographic. Look how the lighting is too good. Remember how our amateur video had too many shadows?"

<Right. Well, she's good. Should've been popular at school, prom queen even.>

"Maybe, maybe not. Sometimes people change after they mature."

Catherine sighed. Cat understood why. She wouldn't mature or enjoy her life.

"She could gross twelve hundred per hour, but she doesn't. Right now, she's getting pennies from these tips. I'm going to whisper a message to her."

Terry should be reading the chat, because she replied out loud immediately, "I'm sorry guys. I can't do a private show right now. Stay in the room and wait for your turn, because I want to dance now! Maybe get off these clothes, they make me feel so hot!" The camgirl changed the camera to focus on the empty space next to the bed and climbed out, to dance. "C'mon, guys. Three thousand tokens to get me warmed up!"

<Does she have the pink antenna egg in her pussy too?>

"No. It's on the bed, half-buried under the pillow," Cat replied, focused on watching the show.

<You got the hots for her? I can feel you getting horny.>

"Yeah. She's a sexy and confident woman. See how she dances."

They watched Terry do a sensual dance, driving the chatroom guys wild with their tipping. Cat also tipped a few tokens here and there. A gauge appeared on the screen and started to fill up. She'd urge the crowd to tip more, pulling the collar of her dress down and revealing the upper side of her breast before lifting it back on.

<Yes, I have to admit. She's hot and knows how to dance.>

The goals were met quickly, Catherine got in the mood and even urged her host to tip more so Terry could reach these goals faster. And so the entertainer let her clothing go piece by piece.

<Oh, I like this song. Damn, I'm never going to listen to it without remembering this again.>

Terry's meter reached the top and the sound of a steam chime played. The chatroom now scrolled so fast it was hard to read anything. Finally, the last bastion fell and the woman on the computer screen became naked. She kept dancing, allowing only flashes of her special spot to show up in the video. It was obvious she had practiced extensively to do that.

"Now, who will take me to a private show?"

A block of "Me!" messages scrolled up as each user tried to up one another. Cat typed her message. "Auction it!"

"Oh! We have a new user here that's given me a nice idea! Hello, New Jersey! Are the East Coast casinos better than those here in Vegas?" The chat disagreed. "Okay, guys. Let's auction a fifteen-minute private show! Starting with fifty tokens!" The bids quickly escalated to ridiculous amounts, causing Terry to frown and cross her arms. She picked up her dress and put it on in record time. "Look here, guys. Only bid if you intend to buy the show. Otherwise, I'm going to ban you from the room."

The auction restarted, and the fake bids were less than before. Cat noticed only the top tippers made any bids once it reached more than what a normal fifteen-minute show would cost. She entered the auction and snatched it with a forty percent markup.

"Damn, thank you, guys! It seems New Jersey wants to show what they got! I'll see you in fifteen!"

A prompt appeared with a promo code (which had a negative discount amount) for the show value. Cat confirmed and the tokens were subtracted from her account. The chat room cleared, leaving her alone with Terry. Another prompt asked if she wanted to share her camera but she denied it.

"I'll stay only on chat if you don't mind," she typed.

"No problem, honey," Terry purred. "So, what do you want me to do? JOI, bondage, spanking, squirt, anal?"

<Ask her to put on her best butt plug!> Stripped of her demure demeanor, Catherine was now fully enjoying the show.>

"Nothing of the sort. I'm with a lady friend here, and we need your help, terry."

"Oh, hot!" the entertainer said. "Watching camgirls with your girlfriend?"

"Not really, she isn't my girlfriend."

"Hey, you mysterious New Jersey girl, kiss this guy! He's a keeper!"

<No can do, lady,> Catherine deadpanned.

"She said 'no can do, lady'."

Terry sat on the bed and slowly crossed her legs, Sharon Stone style. "Booh! So, what can I do for you?"

"She thinks her pussy is weird. I told her it wasn't, but she didn't believe me."

The camgirl leaned forward, "Oh, that's serious, honey. Look, I'll be honest. All naughty bits are weird!" she giggled to disarm the tension. "I'm serious! Pussies are weird, cocks are weird. There's nothing bad with weird, and it doesn't mean they are ugly or, whatever. That's a problem of how we are brought up with all this religious crap they stuff up our ears. Do you want to see my pussy, baby?"

<Damn, I want to. I bet her pussy will be the only one that's not horrible!> Catherine commented, excited.

"Yes, she wants to."

Terry started to lift the hem of her dress but stopped right before anything could show. "Look, it's not that I don't believe you. But let's spice things up. Send me a pic of your lady friend's pussy. With a written message I'll tell you, so I know it's not fake or 'shopped."

"Fair enough. How about I send you a picture of her pussy next to the computer screen? She owes me a dare," Cat replied in the chat.

"Oh, spicy! I like it. Are you okay with that, New Jersey girl? Show me yours and I'll show you mine until you grow tired of it!"

<Only if she puts a butt plug on!> Catherine demanded, and Cat relayed the message.

"Sure thing! I have one here that's the cutest thing ever. It's a catgirl tail butt plug, let me show you."

it was love at first sight. Catherine demanded they buy one for them.

Cat moved the computer to the side and placed the camera on the chair, at an angle. She checked with the video software and adjusted the settings, then took the picture. Using a feature of the website she uploaded it to Terry.

The camgirl looked at the screen to the side of her own camera. "Damn, girl. That's a fine piece of bacon you have there! It's so cute, I'm going to set it as my phone wallpaper!"

<Don't do that! Damn, you turned me into a pornstar!>

Before Cat could finish typing, Terry showed the phone with their pussy as the wallpaper. "Don't worry, this is my naughty phone. I have another for my private life. Now, New Jersey, I'm not lying. Your pussy is gorgeous! Seriously, it's a solid nine, at least. I'm envious!" Terry giggled.

"Show yours now. And don't forget the tail butt plug later," Cat typed what the specter demanded.

The rest of Terry's show was both educational and titillating. More importantly, it helped Catherine ease her prejudice against her own (former) body. The only downside was that Catherine didn't let Cat sleep until she bought the same damned butt plug the entertainer used.