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"Come on bitch, wake up!"

The shouting was joined by pounding on the wooden bedroom door. Chishi was laying in her bed in an almost catatonic state, wrapped up in the covers. Her reptilian mouth hung open as she drooled on her extra firm pillow.

Simon, her roommate, exploded through the door. He was an athletically built tuxedo cat, but he always had to keep on his toes around Chishi. He shouted from across the room with a growl. "Chishi! You're gonna be late for work if you don't get up!"

Finally, she rolled in bed and threw her covers open. Her feet hit the floor and in an instant she was across the room with one of her hands raised in a fist as if to punch Simon. She stopped short a few feet from him and slowly yawned in his face. "Oh... mornin'."

His face contorted with disgust and he waved a hand in front of his nose as he turned away. "Finally. You know, you shouldn't sleep like that, especially with how hard you are to wake up."

She relaxed a bit and looked down. All of her emerald green scales and black stripes were showing in the dim light produced through her blinds. She rolled her golden eyes and gave him a quick jab to the shoulder. "C'mon Si', it's nothin' you haven't seen before. You've made it clear you don't want this." She smirked and winked at him. "Unless you've changed your mind at last."

Simon shook his head at the thought of mating with his emerald tree monitor roommate and turned around with a dismissive wave. "No thanks. I remember what happened to your last boyfriend. Anyway, get your shit together, I gotta get going." He walked out into the apartment living room, picking up his jacket from the chair and slipping into it. He was well dressed today, in a neat suit shirt and pants, and his hair was well groomed and pulled back into a pony tail.

Chishi leaned against the side of her doorway as she watched him. Her very long tail curling up in the air beside her. She gave him a cat call and grinned. "Sexy suit. Off for an interview?"

He grinned and grabbed his car keys off the table near the door. "Nah, I'm past that. First day at a new job. Wish me luck, alright?"

She waved to him as he went out the door. "Break a leg!" After the door shut, she went over and locked it. "No more worries about the bills, no more goin' hungry! I hope this job works out!"

She went to the long table in front of their couch and picked up a black remote, and with a practiced flick the stereo system powered on. As the music began to play, she danced across the living room floor and sang along. "My girlfriend's a dick magnet, my girlfriend's gotta have it~!" Stepping into her bedroom she began to get dressed, pulling into her panties and jeans as her hips swayed back and forth to the music. "No doubt about it she's a bad, bad, girlfriend!"

She was a woman who didn't need bras. Part of belonging to a reptilian species was the lack of mammary glands, but it didn't really bother her. She had the white muscle tissue that gave her strength over the mammals in the city.

Golden Hills, the City of Opportunity. Yeah, it seemed that way at one point, but now it was the city of crime and delinquents. Chishi had been living in this city for 6 years and has had her number of street brawls. Unlike most women, she didn't turn tail and run away from a few thugs and punks, especially when she needed her body in peak condition for her job.

She donned her Aerosmith shirt and jean jacket as she danced her way into the bathroom to gargle some mouthwash. After spitting it out, she continued singing with the next song. " Pain without love! Pain , I can't get enough~!"

She flopped down on the couch and grabbed her black leather boots, getting them on as the song came to a close. She snapped a hand out and clicked the remote, stopping the stereo. Standing up, she blew it a kiss and laughed at herself. She grabbed her wallet and keys before she headed to the door and grabbed her cap from the hanger. "Off I go!" She said to nobody as she locked the door from the inside and closed it behind her, putting her cap on and pulling the rim over her eyes as she took the walk from the complex towards work.

She arrived at the docks after a fourty minute walk and clocked in at the office. Only two minutes before she had to be working, and the foreman was keeping a close eye on her time. She knew that four times late last month was not exactly a star record, but at least she was never yelled at for the work she performed there.

Chishi went over to Amber, the only other female on the crew. "Hey Amber! What're we unloading today?"

Amber was another well-built female, a great armadillo who did a lot of weight lifting, and one of Chishi's only friends on the crew. She shrugged lightly. "Dunno Chi. Just unmarked boxes this time, no word on what."

While odd, Chishi was getting paid without thinking about it, so she nodded and they got to work as they hauled large crates off of an old tanker and brought them to the lifts, which would store them in the warehouse. During lunch a few of the crew members even used the crates stored in the warehouse as seats, but nobody ever looked inside any of them. They all had their round of guesses, and some were more far-fetched than others, but it was more a means to pass the time than anything else.

Before long, the evening came and it was time to walk home. Chishi and Amber walked most of the way back together, for extra security. After they parted ways, Chishi only had another five minutes or so to get home when she felt the cold breeze of the night. With a shiver she rubbed her arms, and that's when she noticed that she left her jean jacket back at work. "Fuck!" she yelled out-loud. She had her keys and wallet in there, and with a grumble she turned and began walking back towards work.

As she closed in on the docks, she noticed a white van parked near the gate, and an expensive looking black sedan parked next to it. Cursing her luck, she got down and scanned the area. The little security shack was still occupied at least, but she didn't recognize the character inside. The warehouse's lights were on, and she could see a smaller tanker slowly pulling up to the port without its main lights on.

Okay, well... time for plan A. She casually stood and approached the security gate. Behind the glass was a male tiger of average shape, leaning back and watching the TV.

When she got to the counter he looked up a little startled, but rocked forward to sit up. "Ah, uhm, yes?"

She flicked her cap up a little to show her eyes a bit better. "Hey, I'm one of the dock workers here. Forgot my jacket in the office and I can't exactly get in the door at home without the keys in my pocket."

The guard rubbed his chin as he thought, "Hang on." He retrieved his radio and called into it. "Foreman, I have a dock worker here who says she left her jacket behind in the office?"

"Crap, must be Chishi. Fine, escort her in. Tell her to keep her eyes down."

"Roger, Sir." The security officer stood up and grabbed his flashlight. "Chishi, huh? That's a cute name."

She snickered and tipped her hat down over her eyes again. "Blame my parents," she said with a sarcastic sigh.

He chuckled and smiled lightly, then shook his head and went straight-faced. "Right, this way then." He turned and began to lead her towards the warehouse. "Just keep your eyes down, the foreman has important guests here who might get offended."

She kept her head pointed down, but kept turning her eyes to either side. She could see the figures in the shadows, armed with some form of automatic firearms. "I'm told I can get quite offensive, myself."

The guard pretended he didn't hear her and walked her into the warehouse. They passed by five figures dressed in suits on their way to the office, where the Foreman stood with her jacket in hand. He seemed very unhappy.

She looked up, but only at him as she smiled. "Aww, how sweet." She grabbed the jacket, but he didn't let go at first.

"You could've caused quite a deal of trouble." He growled. "Make sure this doesn't happen again."

She took the jacket from him and threw it on. "I'll make sure to have a reminder, Boss. I'll see ya in the mornin', alright?" She turned and put her head down again as the guard walked her out.

The Foreman called out after her; "Don't be late, or I'll be sure your card is locked out of the system when you get here!"

She waved her acknowledgement as she got lead back to the gate. "Whew... now I can go home."

The guard stammered a little. "Alone?"

She nodded and adjusted her jacket a little. "Yeah. Won't be the first time, probably not the last."

He scratched his head as he pointed out "The streets aren't safe after dark. Uhh, but you want someone to come by and make sure you got home safe?"

She caught the indication of him stopping by and turned around, putting a claw to his chest gently. "I wouldn't mind a little comfort after you leave work." She ran her tongue along her scaled lips with a smirk.

He had a look of interest and horror mixed together, and he laughed nervously. "Alright, you want to give me your address?"

She laughed lightly and shook her head. "If you can't find me in your database, then don't bother coming. Just search by species: Monitor. I'm the only one workin' here, y'know?"

"Yeah, heh." He rubbed the back of his head as he got back into the security shack, and she was off.

The walk seemed a lot different during the night. She always passed through Willow Park, but this time she decided to go around it because of that feeling she had. There was a smell on the wind that she couldn't shake, like someone was hanging around her. It wasn't her jacket, she already tried that a few times, and it wasn't anyone she smelled before. She took a sharp turn into a dark alley and waited at the corner for a few seconds, her hands pressed back against the wall as her tongue flicked out towards the road.

A shuffling sound startled her for a moment, but when she looked she noticed it was just a bum who was sleeping under some newspapers. Then she heard voices from the sidewalk:

"Come on, I saw her turn down this alley."

"You sure we should be following her?"

"Boss said to scare her a bit, rough her up."

As they came around the corner into the alley, she surprised the first thug with a punch to the side of his face. He staggered to the side, and one of the guys next to him helped him to stand. Chishi parted her feet and went into a low fighting stance as her long tail weaved restlessly through the air behind her. She hissed from her throat as she flicked her cap out of her eyes. "Go ahead and try, boys."

All three of the thugs were felines. What is it about cats today? The one held the side of his face and shouted "You'll pay for that, you flat-chested bitch!" The others brandished street weapons: one pulled out a heavy metal pipe, and the other pulled out a big steel chain. As the first one stepped to the side, the pipe-wielder rushed her with a yell!

She shifted to the side of his swing and took a quick step as she nailed him in the lower back with her elbow. She got a satisfying noise of pain from him, but had to act quickly as she heard the chain being twirled through the air behind her. She looked for a split second before turning away and curling her tail from the line of attack as the chain smacked her in the back and made a loud thud against her jacket. She clenched her teeth and growled as she glared at the pipe-wielder. She saw him trying to make distance, but she lashed out with her claws and tore open his shoulder. He crouched and put his hand to his shoulder, and she used the opportunity to leap over him, stomping her boot between his shoulder blades as she bounded to the other side. This put more distance between her and that chain, but her hat came off somewhere along the way.

One thug down, as his face hit the concrete and he let out a pained groan. She faced off, one hand open and up in waiting, the other hand out and ready to block as her black nails shone slightly in the dim street lights of the alley. The larger of the two thugs started twirling the chain again, swirling it above his head in a small metal vortex. The other goon kept one hand in his jacket, and the other out towards her as he started moving forward in a sloppy karate stance. "You don't hit like any lady I know, and you sure don't look like one."

She retreated a few steps and spat at the ground near the fallen thug. "Yeah, 'cause you'd know. Do I sound male?"

He gave a feral growl and kept advancing on her. "Don't matter who you are, nobody walks in on Leonardo and leaves without paying in blood."

She kept backing up until she felt her tail touch the wall, telling her it was probably only about six feet behind her. "Oh come on. Do you know how much they pay me at the docks to keep quiet about shit like that? I think you're in the wrong kinda work."

The thug glared at her and began his attack, dashing at her and swinging his extended hand at her. She easily dodged the incoming attack, but while her attention was on that, his other fist found the side of her lower ribcage. She snarled in pain as her claws reactively raked at his back. He ducked away, taking minor cuts, but his jacket was torn up in the back. She saw a glint coming from his fist that caught her side; brass knuckles. She stumbled a little and held her side. "Dirty fighter."

"Yeah, well, whatever works." He shrugged and stepped aside for the bigger guy, who was still whirling the chain around above his head.

Chishi continued to back up until she couldn't go any further, and she threw up her arms as the first blow from the chain came down at her. It stung and sent a painful shock through her arms, but she kept them up, slowly turning them as she took two more blows before finally catching the chain. The large thug pulled as she held on with both hands, and stabilized her feet quickly with her work boots. A strength battle went on between the two until the other thug intervened, rushing in while she was stuck standing, he landed a bare knuckle punch to her jaw and sent her staggering down.

He turned back to the big guy and the other thug, who was just now standing back up. "Quick, grab her arms!" As they complied and held her up against the wall he cracked his knuckles, chuckling deeply. "You surprise me for a simple dock worker."

She hissed and snapped her teeth at him, glaring fiercely. "Don't think I'll forget this, punk."

He rolled his eyes and took a cheap shot at her nose, and a few more at either side of her jaw, beating her to either side with a grin of pleasure. After her neck hung a little more loosely, he held her chin to face him directly. She was bleeding a little from the nose, which seemed to satisfy him. "You know boys, if we were somewhere more private I'd make sure this is really a lady." The three of them chuckled and he let go of her jaw. "Right, let's get outta here. That's enough."

The two thugs dropped Chishi, and she fell to her knees, her hands hitting the ground instinctually as she sniffed blood back. One more blow struck, as the pipe-wielder slammed her across the back and sent her face into the concrete.

Chishi woke up a little while later. Still filled with throbbing pain, she crawled her way to a stand. She couldn't really breathe out of her right nostril, but she had that thug's scent on the tip of her tongue. She narrowed her eyes and collected her cap before going back on her way home. Five minutes out and it began to rain. The rain was light at first, but by the time she got back to the apartment she was drenched.

After unlocking the door and heading in, she saw Simon lounging on the couch and watching TV. He looked up to see her and his eyes went wide. "Holy shit, what happened to you?!"

"Short version? I left my jacket at work." She sighed as she shed the jacket and tossed it at the chair in the corner of the living room.

"Okay..." he said as he leaned forward and turned down the TV. "How about telling me who could rough you up like that?"

"Some thugs," she replied with disinterest, taking a seat on the couch next to Simon and slipping out of her boots.

He looked concerned, since he knew that she could handle herself when it came to normal thugs. "How many of them, ten?!"

She shook her head and grimaced. "Three. One of 'em knew what he was doin'. They work for some bigger group under some big cat asshole. Just... I don't wanna talk about it, alright?"

He sighed and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. "Fine. Let me heat up a towel for you to put on there then."

She stood back up and headed towards the bathroom. "Just keep it warm. I'm going to take a hot shower first, then I can wear that to dull the pain." As she stood in the bathroom and stripped down she called out again. "Oh, and if some tiger wearing a security guard uniform comes by, let him in."

"Expecting company, eh?"

"Yeah," she said as she turned on the shower. "I need a little private company."

She heard one last thing from Simon before she stepped into the shower: "I'll tell the ambulance to be on standby!"

Hah, Simon, how would he know? She was a long way away from home, but adjusting here wasn't too hard, it was just all of the species tension she received that kept her on edge. In a town of mammals, she was the foreign exchange student who decided never to leave. Sure, the weather here was a lot colder than home, and often their winters were actually deadly to her, but she got by on hot showers and warm clothing, and it was about time that she got some new fleece wear. Still, she didn't have to worry about as much as the mammals in terms of showering, at least. For her it was hot water, soap, and a rough loofah, and she was set. Simon however, had two different types of shampoo, one for body and one for hair, and this stuff called... conditioner.

She poked at her side gently; her ribs were tender, but she didn't think any of them were broken. Her back was pretty sore from the baseball swing she took from the steel pipe. Her arms felt pretty beat up, and her jaw was throbbing with pain. In the shower she ended up spitting out a clot she had in her nostrils, and she had to dribble blood for a few minutes, but it eventually stopped.

She shut off the water and got out of the shower shaking. Drying herself off with a towel before wrapping it around her hips and rolling it tight. Her long tail dragged behind her as she stepped out of the bathroom.

Both Simon and the security officer were sitting on the couch, chuckling as if something funny had been said just before she came out. Simon looked to the bathroom door and called to Chishi. "Hey roomie, you didn't tell me Vincent worked at the docks!"

She drifted towards the kitchen slowly as she replied. "Who?"

The tiger grinned. "Yeah, I knew Simon back in High School." He turned towards Chishi but suddenly stopped talking with a grunt. His eyes went wide as he looked at her from behind without a shirt, her lovely curves and emerald green scales with the black striped pattern were just about an instant turn on.

Chishi crouched down and opened the fridge. "Cool. Hey Si', where's that hot towel?" She called out as she grabbed a beer.

Simon could see the look on Vince's face as he turned around and blushed. He rolled his eyes and watched as Chishi came back into the living room and popped the can open with one of her claws. "I have it on top of the stove." As she turned back to get it, he commented. "You look a lot better after that shower... but shouldn't you have a shirt on in this season?"

She laughed a few times as she held the hot towel against her jaw. "Yeah, I got all the blood off at least. Don't worry, I made sure none of it stained the shower." She took a sip of the beer and set it on the living room table, noticing Vincent trying desperately to avoid staring at her. She put her hand on his shoulder and looked down at him. "I just need someone to keep me warm is all." Then she shot Simon a glance. "Don't worry about your friend, I don't think I could be wild tonight if I tried."

Vincent slowly lifted his gaze, following Chishi's body. The scales were so sleek, so exotic. His eyes stopped as he looked at her chest, it was so flat there weren't even pectorals like a male, but he knew it wasn't for a lack of muscles. His eyes met hers as she held the towel against the side of her face, smiling lightly from the corner of her mouth. "What happened?"

Her hand moved under his chin, scratching at it gently as she replied. "Oh, you know this city. Full of dangers." She slid her digits down his neck and to his shoulder where it slipped from him to follow her as she went back towards her room, picking up the beer on the way. "How about you lay down with me and I'll tell you all about it."

Vincent looked at Simon quick, who nodded, and then he stood to follow after her. Vincent entered her room and said, "You can tell me anything you want." At first glance, it didn't look much like a woman's room. A punching bag, different sized weights, and an exercise bike for starters. There was only one dresser, and no chair, and she didn't have a computer or anything to match a feminine nature.

However, when she turned on him, and her tail whipped around to close the door behind him, he knew he was trapped in there with her now. She put both hands on the door and pushed him back against it with a grin. "I think you know I didn't bring you here to talk, Vince." Suddenly she winced and backed up, holding the side of her head with a groan.

His eyes went wide as he realized that she just scared his dick stiff! He had to keep his mind off that for now though, as he took concern for her health and put his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, take it slow. Looks like you had a pretty rough night already."

She shook her head and growled. "I want a rough night, but instead I got a beatin' from a group of thugs." She stumbled back to her bed and flopped down in frustration. "That Leonardo guy sent some goons after me, and one of 'em knew what he was doin'."

He sat down on her bed next to her and put a hand on her knee. "Forget about him. Let me help take your mind off it."

She reached over with her tail and grabbed the towel she left to the side and just dropped it on her face. "No offense Vince, but I don't think you know how to excite a monitor."

He rubbed under his chin in thought like it was some sort of game. His first move was to shift his hand to the tie of her towel.

"Gimmie a little foreplay first, Vince. That or forget the sex and commit to a backrub." She moved the towel with a mumble and crawled onto her bed, laying down belly first with her head on a pillow and the towel on her jaw.

He then tried her tail, running his hands down the muscular length. He knew he didn't do it right because she quickly lashed the tail away like she was annoyed. After a few more moments of scanning her over, he noted her neck as being another prominent feature. With a grin, he slid onto the bed and ran his hand up along her back. Then, leaning in close, he gave her neck a love bite with a growl.

She giggled a little and smiled. "Come on, you call that a bite? Like a mosquito." Her words made him grimace and she sighed. "Look, unless you've got a monster hiding in your pants, how about this. You seem like you really need it, but all I need is a backrub." Her tail twirled in the air a little as she offered the trade. "So, if you give me a good rub down, I'll blow you, and then we can cuddle. How's that?"

Vincent considered his options. He knew his piece was only about average, so what was it going to do for a lizard like her? He shrugged and accepted. "Yeah, sure." Not exactly what he was looking for, but it worked, and so he began pushing down against her back with his paws.

He rubbed in circles, and slowly went with more and more pressure as Chishi kept egging him on. To him, it was like giving a massage to a suit of chainmail. He took a momentary break and un-did his shirt with a heavy pant. "You've got a body like steel!"

Chishi chuckled and smiled. "Just don't start calling me the Woman of Steel, okay Vince?" She tried to be less tense, but her mind kept going back to what happened earlier. She didn't like getting beaten by thugs. "So hey, do you know anything about this Leonardo guy?"

Vincent shook his head. "I thought I told you to forget about him."

"Yeah, well, you ain't doin' a very good job of takin' my mind off it."

He sighed and went down, using his elbows to put pressure on her back, rolling them in circles. "How about this?"

She could definitely feel that! She groaned and stretched out her back, but as she stretched he hit her bad spot and she suddenly twitched back. When he paused, she rolled her tail around to point out the area on her back. "Just stay away from this zone. The one little fucker hit me with a metal pipe."

"Geez, you're more beat up than you let on," Vincent said as he continued to apply pressure to other areas of her back. Her scaled back was fascinating to him, but was starting to make his elbows sore too.

"Yeah," she groaned, stretching her arms out to either side. "I took some brass knuckles to the ribs, a pipe to the back, multiple strikes from an iron chain to my arms, and quite a few blows to my jaw. Still, seems to be working well enough."

"Geez..." Vincent sighed and sat back, rubbing his elbows. "All that damage, is it gonna affect your performance?"

She rolled over and slowly sat up. She shrugged as she looked at him. "Probably a bad idea, but I don't like to make bad decisions alone. So here you are."

He chuckled and shook his head, standing from the bed. He un-did his heavy work belt and laid it down on the top of her dresser before heading back to the bed. "If it's a bad idea, then don't worry about it. Just don't forget that you owe me one."

She smiled at his decision and laid down on her good side with a light grunt. Her tail extended above her and flipped a switch on her wall-mounted alarm clock and a red light came on. "Then turn the lights out and come keep me warm."

He kicked his boots off but left his khakis on. After flicking off the light-switch, he slid into her bed and pulled the covers over both of them. Sleeping facing her back, he draped one of his arms over her side, being careful to avoid her ribs. "Better?"

She snuggled back against him with a smile. "Yeah. Goodnight Vince."

"Sleep well Chishi."