Katie had always loved the abandoned building on the edge of town, its fluted windows like hollow eyes watching over the wild grasses. Today, she decided to explore it in her sexiest latex catsuit, the kind that clung to every curve. With a deep breath, she stepped inside, the door creaking as though it had a voice of its own.
The air was thick with memories, and she moved through shadows that seemed to deepen as she went farther in. The walls whispered faintly against her latex mask, and each step brought her closer to the heart of the building. She paused at the window, where ivy tendrils had crept in, framing the view like lace.
She closed her eyes, imagining generations before her who had stood here. Then she heard it—a noise outside. Her heart quickened as she strained to listen. The wind? A bird? She peered through the window’s delicate frame. There, just beyond the building, a small cat padded across the grass. It paused, turned, and looked right at her.
Katie held her breath. If it had seen her, if anyone had seen her… She imagined the gossip: Katie in her catsuit, discovered like this. The thought made her smile. The little cat tilted its head, then darted away into the weeds. She let out a slow breath.
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