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To Ashes

Chapter 4: Drop Off

Sneak Peek

Asher left Rox with an uneasy sense that Fynx was hiding something. The snow leopard ushered him out with one hand in his back pocket while he kept talking on his phone while the Rox bag hung in the crook of his elbow.

“I'm on my way baby, why you mad?" Fynx spoke down to the person on the phone as he continued moving them onto their next appointment. It was a strange mix of flirting and haggling that Asher didn't quite understand. Why talk down to someone who you're supposed to be meeting soon?

Either way, Asher wasn't ready for another one of Fynx's mood swings, so it was best to just go along for now until he could find a chance to either slip away or call for help.

But…as long as Fynx was blowing money on him…he could just enjoy it, right? The thought fluttered in Asher's skull. He could sell the jewelry and pay off his student debts, he could even pay for rent for a whole year if what Fynx said was true. And that was just the rocks from Rox. Asher was ready to see what else Fynx was going to do, but for some reason all this money being thrown around made him feel both excited and uneasy.

What was the catch? Why was Fynx doing all this? He could have easily found another way to screw him over without spending any money. Hell, he could have done several things to him the car ride over and yet he still pushed this “prom" thing.

It was true that Asher never went to their senior prom. Nobody he liked was going and Asher wasn't big on dancing with strangers, or worse, people who treated him like shit. Apparently, Fynx was the life of the party and the prize of the night. He won prom king along with Alice Channing, a minx he ended up fucking that night even though he came with someone else and Alice was dating a football player. He was a legend for his prowess in bed and Asher knew all too well how that went.

“Seriously Fynx," Asher cocked a brow. “What are you getting at with this whole prom thing?"

“Why don't you let it go and just enjoy the ride," Fynx pulled himself away from his phone call just long enough to answer Asher and went right back to his makeup contact.

“I…" Asher could feel Fynx's fingers grip his ass, warning that if he pressed the issue he would claw him again. He just sighed. “Sure thing Fynx."

“Good girl," Fynx purred before his brow furrowed and continued his conversation. “Not you, you're being a total bitch right now. You want my business, right? You want me to keep investing? Then you'll stay open an hour longer. I don't care what family bullshit you got going on. I'll berry you if you think—that's what I thought. I'll see you there." He hung up just as they came to the most extravagant dress store he had ever seen.

Stunning dresses made of flowing and shimmering fabrics, lace, and gems glittered in the display windows, yet the main floor was sparse except for a few tall and thin women in dark dresses. The main floor consisted of polished white tile and pillars made of mirrors, but a duo of escalators were set up on one side of the desk leading to some showrooms up above.

“Mister Fynx," the woman behind the counter, a particularly busty kalak, addressed the two with a thick Russian accent. “My girls will be right with you." Her eyes scanning Asher up and down with mild interest.

“Thank you, Oksana," Fynx smirked. “I know this was last second."

“Not a problem," Oksana's long, fox like ears twitched, her mane like a permanent stole around her neck. “You are by far our most frequent client. The day you are not welcome is the day you get one of my girls pregnant." To emphasize her point, her long, onyx nails clicked against the glass counter top.

“Don't worry Oksana," Fynx smirked. “Your girls are off limits so long as you make my girls happy."

“Is what I thought," Oksana smiled and clapped her hands together, her long nails clinking as she did so. “Come on girls, we have much to do and not the time to do it."

The white panels behind the desk flew open and a duo of girls, each a younger, slightly shorter and not as busty, copy of Oksana walked out.

“Glad the twins are in today," Fynx purred as the two ladies came over to the snow leopard, their arms draping over him in a perfect dance. The two women were in similar black dresses as their mother, silted down one long, luxurious leg and coupled with black heels with red bottoms. The girls were tall, slightly taller than Fynx, and needed to slightly lean down to be eye level with the snow leopard.

“You think we would miss an appointment with our best client?" One of the girls murred into Fynx's ear. She had a slight Russian accent, but it was barely noticeable. Had Asher not heard Oksana first he wouldn't have picked up on it at all.

“Our best and favorite, client," the other woman accented the word “client" by letting the consonants crack wetly off her tongue.

“Ladies, ladies," Fynx ran his paws down the sides of the twins, his hands resting on their asses before turning and getting the two of them to look down at Asher. “Don't be rude, say hello to my newest girl. Say hello Ashly." Fynx gave a cocky grin, daring the drake to refute the female name.

“I…" Asher bit his lip. He wanted to be angry, but the woman's green eyes were scanning him up and down, their long lashes dancing in the lightest breeze and twitch of their eyes. Fynx had never been more intimidating than with those girls on his arms.

“Hi," Asher kept his arms to his sides and gave a little wave as he tried to shrink down. He had a horror flashback to high school where Fynx did the same thing with two of the popular girls and the three of them tore him do ribbons with insults as they cornered him at the end of a hall.

“Oh my," one of the twin's eyes lit up. Asher braced himself for the first criticism. “You have excellent bone structure."

The woman almost knelt down to get a better look, the other twin coming over as well.

“Who does your claws?" The other asked, her hands cradling Asher's. “They are simply gorgeous."

“Simply divine, and your hair, how did you give it such luster?"

“Yes, what is your secret?"

Asher was frozen. Were they complementing him? Or where they just saying these things because they were really making fun of him? “Good genetics I guess?"

“You are so lucky," one of the girls stood back up and crossed her arms to fake pout. “We need to get special nails put on or our claws wouldn't be nearly as good looking and our hair takes forever to wash."

“Your shoulders are perfectly spaced apart too," the other was still smiling and eyes glittering as she took a finger to his sweater's neck and pulled it down gently. “And such a cute collar bone too. You are truly blessed."

They were interrupted by Oksana clapping to get their attention.

“Lilliana, Rouge, stop your preening and get Ashly ready in the showroom upstairs for Mister Fynx."

“Of course Mother," the two said in unison before coming to either side of Asher and guiding him to the escalator.

“You must be so excited," one of the girls commented.

“Lilliana is right," Rouge chimed in. “I would die for a dress like the one Mister Fynx has gotten you."

“His approximated measurements look like they might be spot on too," Lilliana said back. “You're going to look like a princess when we're done with you."

“A princess, or at the bear minimum a goddess."

“Um, ladies, I don't' know how to say this, but, ah!" Asher tripped and caught himself on the escalator railing. “I'm not a girl."

“Girl, boy, or anything between," Lilliana waived her hand dismissively. “You'll be fabulous regardless."

“Wake up and smell the century," Rouge pretended to scoff. “Anyone can wear one of our dresses as long as they've got the look."

Asher managed to stabilize himself as he was hauled up the stairs to the show room, and he was about to protest when something Rouge said made his ears twitch.

“The look?" Asher cocked his head to look back and not trip on his way off the steps.

“Oh, the look?" Rouge smiled. “The look is the look of something no one else has got."

“The look is the look that turns heads and makes them stare." Lilliana added.

“And you got a look that might just be the next look," Rouge smirked.

“I…I do?" Asher was so surprised he stumbled over the top step anyway.

“Oh honey," Lilliana stepped off and helped correct him, her heels clicking on the tile. “Why do you think Mister Fynx brought you here?"

“It's because he knows you have the look," Rouge ran her fingers over Asher's shoulder as she walked by.

“And no one brings in more ladies with the look than Mister Fynx," Lilliana smiled.

“You may not be the most attractive man in the world," Rouge stepped into view, popping a hip and resting her hand on it.

“But you are a gorgeous woman," Lilliana cupped Asher's cheek, her thumb giving an affirming brush.

Asher blushed and stepped back.

“I'm not a woman," Asher's face burned red, his white fur turning pink as he crossed his arms in defiance.

The twins paused and looked at each other.

“If you really don't want to, we can escort you out?" Rouge stated in a reassuring tone. It wasn't a “get the hell out you poser" tone but a “if you're not up for this, we can give you an out."

Asher's stomach soured at that thought. What would Fynx do if he came back without a dress? He didn't want to think about the backlash from that and he simply shook his head.

“No, I'll go along with it. Let's just get this over with."

Asher looked up at the twins who were eyeing him with their emerald orbs.

“Champagne?" Lilliana asked her sister.

“Champagne," Rouge answered with a nod before the two of them looked at Asher.

“Champagne?" They asked in unison.

Asher gave a little smile as he fought back tears.

“Fuck yes," he sighed.

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