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Cinnamon groaned as she pulled the blankets up over her head, trying to block out the wicked light that was making the pain worse. Some part of her that was able to think decided that the everyone who invented mornings after, alcohol, hangovers, windows and sunlight should all be shot.

She felt terrible all over. Her head felt full of cotton. Everything was fuzzy and distant. Except for the pain that was able to cut through everything. Her mouth was dry and sticking together, making it hard to open even to try to wet it. The dryness seemed to go all the way down into her throat, past her chest all the way to the bottom.

Her stomach was conflicted and sending mixed messages. It felt like she was starving. As though it was completely empty and either she had not had anything to eat for several days. At the same time though, food seemed like the last thing it wanted, and a horrible idea. The slightest shift made it churn and roil. If she had been able to think at the moment, the mere thought of food would have made her feel close to vomiting.

The cougar's muscles ached. It had felt like she had worked out too long and too hard. Not just her legs, which Cinnamon could have understood considering how hard she ran to get home in the rain yesterday. It was also her arms, her back, her chest, her neck, her tail. It felt like even her fur hurt.

Cinnamon did not want to move or get up. The parts of her brain that were functioning told her she wanted to stay in bed. She wanted to go back to sleep and stay asleep until all the pain, the aches, the nausea all passed as she was fine once again. Or die. A part of the feline really liked the idea of being dead right now. At least that way she would not feel like she was dying.

Death apparently was not an option for the female feline at the moment. So she was just going to stay in bed all day. She was going to just stay here and sleep, try to sleep, or just try not to move at all. The cougar woman was going to stay right where she was until all the pain, the ache, and the numbness would all fade away. Nothing short of divine intervention, of the apocalypse, was getting her furry golden-brown kitty butt out of her nice safe large bed. No way, no how, no thing.

She had to pee.

Damn.

Cinnamon felt disappointment that her biological functions were keeping her from doing what she had planned. It was so appealing to just lay here all day, but to do that, she would either have to try and hold it all day, or wet the bed. She could not hold it all day, and wetting the bed would be more of a problem than just getting up. There was really no choice in the matter. So, may as well get up, use the restroom, and start her day.

The sheets were pulled down to expose the feminine form to the day awaiting her. The cougar woman moved to the edge of the bed before shifting to sit up. She sat there for a moment, moving to rest her head in her paws. She took a long slow breath, taking the time to collect herself and to let the room stop spinning. She slowly pushed herself to stand upright, moving slowly to keep the room from spinning again and make sure she kept her balance.

As she started walking toward the restroom, one paw slid down along her side, feeling the material of her garment, which did not feel right for when she did sleep in something. She looked down at herself a moment, her brain taking some time to realize that she was still in her dress. She had slept in her dress from last night, leaving it horribly wrinkled.

Cinnamon took off her dress, putting it into a dirty clothes hamper. As she did, she felt a bit of coolness against her bare crotch and exposed bottom. Her body shifted as the sensation sank in. Once the dress was off all the way, she looked down.

She was not wearing panties.

How the hell did that happen?

The cougar woman KNEW she had put panties on when she had left with Mycroft last night. At what point had she lost them? Come to think of it, what happened for most of the night? At least she still had her bra on, until she took it off and tossed it into the hamper.

Cinnamon stepped into the bathroom, turning the water on. She splashed a little water over her place, then grabbed a cup and let some fill it before taking a drink. The feline waited a moment as the cool liquid hit her empty stomach. When her stomach did nothing to make her bring it back up for a moment, she filled the cup up with more water and grabbed the headache medicine off the counter.

After washing the pills down, she headed back toward her room to get dressed. As she started picking out fresh clothes for the day, her mind started mostly going elsewhere as she tried to remember what happened the night before with Mycroft Bobbins.

The young lynx male had come by to pick her up after she had showered and gotten dressed. The two went out and walked down to his limousine. Cinnamon was quite surprised to see it, but Mycroft said his father insisted on it being used for the evening to fulfill one of the few obligations expected of the rich that the Bobbins family were willing to perform.

Cinnamon let the thoughts drift away for a moment as she considered what to wear for the day. She looked through her garments glad she was off for the day and looking for something that was more comfortable then office wear. Blouses, blazers, slack and skirts were all not bad things, but after wearing them five days straight, a change would be nice.

A smile crossed the feline lips as she put on the fresh bra and panties. She then looked through her clothes a little more before pulling out a men's short sleeved work shirt and jeans. She adjusted the outfit some as she looked in the mirror. The cougar woman thought she pretty good. Some would probably even call her quite attractive.

Quite attractive.

Mycroft had called her that at some point last night, she thought. They had a couple of drinks in the limousine on the way to dinner. They reached the restaurant, had a little more and to drink, and talked about themselves and their family. Mycroft had talked about his parents and siblings.

Cinnamon had talked about her daughters. She had told him a little about Susan, her oldest who had recently gotten married, and Ginger, her youngest who was away at a boarding school. Then she told him about Connie who was close to his age, single, going to college, and quite attractive.

"I'm sure she is," Mycroft had responded, "You are quite attractive yourself."

Even now, as she remembered him saying that, she could feel her face heat up with embarrassment. She had been trying to talk up Susan to Mycroft because Cinnamon thought they would be nice together. Instead, Mycroft sounded like he was hitting on her. She had mumbled a thank you and had more to drink.

The feline let the memory drift away for the time being and came back to the present. The pain had faded for the most part and she felt better. With that being the case, there was something she wanted to do today. She finished the rest of her water and headed through the house to the front door.

As soon as she opened the door she remembered that she was hung over with a vengeance. As soon as the door opened, the sun light came through and caused her head to hurt and throb at a new level. She groaned and slammed it shut, rubbing her eyes some. Why was the sun so bright? God should have included a dimmer switch.

If she was going to go outside today, she was going to need to wear sunglasses. Cinnamon normally did not have any, but maybe she could find a pair in one of the girls' bedroom. She could just stay home for the day, try going back to bed, or just lay on the couch and watch television.

After some searching, the feminine feline found a pair that she liked and seemed to fit her comfortably. She smiled to herself before returning to the front door and opening it again. The glasses did not completely shut out the pain completely, but did make it so the cougar woman could tolerate it and go outside.

Cinnamon looked down for the most part, though her eyes were forward enough to see where she was going so that she did not walk into anybody. She ran the address through her head again and thought about it again to make sure she remembered, or believed she remembered, where it was. The long feline tail swayed behind her as she walked along the sidewalk.

With nothing to really occupy her mind, once more she tried to let it wander to back to last night to try and remember what had happened. The cougar woman started to try to sift through the haze from the hangover after last night and trying to remember what all had happened.

They had drinks and dinner, then went to the theater. Dinner had been a little quicker than expected so there was time before the show started yet. They stood in the lobby for a bit, talking and having a few more drinks. She had not drank much in years, but she was having quite a bit that night.

What was the show about? Cinnamon could not remember anything about it. It was some big production, but she found it quite boring. Did she behave and sit quietly through it? She did not do anything to embarrass herself or Mycroft did she?

Whatever happened, it was not bad enough that they left or were asked to leave at intermission. Instead they went back to the lobby for some more drinks. She gave her escort her opinion of the show so far. Shortly after, a matronly female came up, introduced to Cinnamon by Mycroft as an old friend of his fathers. The other woman mentioned that her granddaughter was going to be studying art abroad. The cougar woman could not help but start to laugh when the friend left and Mycroft explained it was a euphemism certain members of society used that basically meant the girl "studying art abroad" was actually pregnant and sent somewhere to be kept out of sight of society for the time being.

Cinnamon's attempt to remember paused as her steps stopped. She looked up a moment, looking around to check on her surroundings. She had traveled further than she realized. It seemed she had gotten caught up in her thoughts and missed out on some of what was around her a couple times. The feline resumed walking, letting her attempt to remember the night before wait so she could pay attention to the area around her so she could get where she wanted.

There was a sense of relief as she found where she was trying to get to. She studied the apartment buildings for a moment before heading to the one she believed was the right one. The long feline tail gave a flick of excitement before shifting to keep her properly balanced as she climbed up the staircase.

The cougar woman took a deep breath after knocking on the apartment door. She shifted some and looked on as she waited. A small smile spread across her mouth as someone came up to open the door and look out to see her.

"Oh, miss Kroger," a male white tiger said with a bit of surprise, "uh, please... Please come in." He shifted nervously before taking a step back and pulling the door open fully to let the older female feline into their apartment.

"Thank you Tim," she said gently as she stepped in "I hope I didn't come at a bad time." The feline took off her sunglasses as she came inside, her golden brown eyes shifting to study the apartment some. It was kind of interesting to see what a place where to single young males lived alone looked like. Not something that she was very familiar with.

"No ma'am," Tim replied as he shut the door, "I just didn't realize it was that late. I was working on a project for my video class." The younger male feline moved around her and walked over to the computer. He placed one paw on the chair and motioned at the screen.

Cinnamon moved over and took a look at what was currently on display. Her ear gave a flick of curiosity at the image. It looked like some sort of low-budget science fiction film. The paused scene showed a lot of bronze or copper, some wood, and what looked like various bits of clockwork.

"Interesting," she said softly, casting a glance over to the tiger, "what's it about?" She watched the large masculine feline shift nervously at the feel of the feminine eyes focusing on him. One paw reached up to scratch at a white patch between his black stripes on the back of his head.

"It's..." he started to say nervously, "It's just a five minute steam punk film I made with some of my friends... Miss Kroger."

"Please, call me Cinnamon" she said as she stood back up, "And really. You don't have any reason to be nervous around me. You've seen me naked after all. You had sex with me. You even filmed it. I think you have more than enough reason to be comfortable around me."

"I'm sorry Miss..." the tiger paused to take a breath and correct himself, "Cinnamon. I've never really been very good talking to others, especially female and more so those mature enough to be authority figures. It's kind of why Terry does most of the talking when we're working on the..." he considered a moment, "adult entertainment shorts to post online and share."

"Speaking of Terry," she asked curiously, "where is he?" She looked around the apartment curiously for a moment.

"I'm here I'm here," came the Border Collie's voice from the other side of a closed door just before it opened and the canine stepped into the living. "Sorry I kept you waiting. I had forgotten where I put your check and it took me a while to find it." He moved closer, handing the piece of paper to the feline.

Cinnamon's features showed the shocked she felt when she looked at the check and saw the amount. She had expected it to be fifty dollars or such, something along the lines of one hundred dollars or less. She did not expect it to be over three hundred dollars.

"You mean to tell me you post one video on a porn site, and it makes enough for you to give me this much?" the cougar nearly shouted in disbelief. She looked at the check then up at the two of them again.

"Not quite," Terry said with a smile, "We don't post the videos to one site. The one you made was posted on...How many is it?"

"Let's see," Tim thought aloud as he started counting off fingers, "There's the basic site where all videos go, the one for felines, one for older women, one for three-ways, and one for sex in public. So that would be about five different sites."

"And not all of them do so well," the border collie continued, "Anyone of them have a large number of videos. Sometimes one video will only get one or two hundred while another will get several thousand. I think some good timing and having decent quality helped us out."

Cinnamon listened, but said nothing as she looked at the check. She was now three hundred dollars better off from spending less than an hour with a couple guys having sex. Some part of her mind started working on this exciting new information, until she came up with an idea of sorts, even if it had been thought up numerous times before.

"Guys?" she asked curiously, "If I wanted to open to set up a pay site on the internet with videos and pictures of myself and my personal exploits, is that something you two would be willing to help me with?"

"I don't see why not," Terry responded. "Tim?" He turned to look at the masculine feline curiously, who rubbed at the white and black neck as he seemed to think for a moment.

"We could," the tiger said slowly, "but it would mean less per money per viewing for you Miss... Cinnamon. Setting up a personal paysite for you would mean registering a domain name and maintaining a server. There would also have to be some sort of advertising. Since we would be the ones doing that, we would need a larger portion of the profits than we negotiated with when we had just the video."

"But if we were able to, would we make more money?" the feminine feline continued to watch the two of them as she considered.

"It would be a bit more competitive," Terry responded in turn, "since it would mean you would have to compete with other paysites as well as those that post up for free. If you were able to get watchers and membership, than you would actually be making more over all, yes." he finished the statement with a small nod.

Cinnamon considered what she was told for a moment, tapping the edge of the check against her fingers. Her ears gave a flick and tail shifted as she thought about it for a moment.

"Be honest," she suddenly stated before asking, "Do you think that I could actually make a decent profit off of a paysite about me and my sexual activities?"

The two seemed to think about the matter for a moment. Finally Terry responded, "Yes. You probably could make a decent amount. I don't think it would be enough to live off of alone, but it would probably help you pay off a few more bills or save more for later."

"Alright then," Cinnamon stated enthusiastically, "Start figuring out how much money you need to get what you need and set everything up to get started. We'll talk about it more tomorrow and I'll go to the bank to get the money for getting started." She slipped the check into her pocket and headed for the door.

The walk home was quiet and uneventful. As she reached the front of her house though, something started coming back to her about the night before.

After the show, Cinnamon was thoroughly drunk. So much so that Mycroft not only walked her to the door, he helped her walk and even had to help her get inside.

"This was fun," the feline female tried to say, though her speech was a bit slurred from the alcohol. She leaned against the young male lynx for support as they entered her house and worked toward the bedroom.

"It was quite nice," he said gently, one of Mycroft's arms around Cinnamon's waist to support her.

"And you've been a perfect gentleman the whole night," she slurred as she looked at him, "So kind and proper. So thoughtful and well-be..." she looked at him a moment, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

The drunken cougar woman felt the young male tense in surprise as they kissed. She let out a small moan as she continued. Her body shifting. The soft feminine chest moved to press against the lean masculine chest. Her hips twisted and rolled, moving so that the masculine grip that had been resting on it to guide her was now pressing against her bottom, moving to stroke the cheek against the paw pad through the fabric of the dress.

Mycroft broke the kiss, licking his lips some. He looked down and away, not making eye contact with Cinnamon for the moment. The younger male pulled away from her chest slightly then moved his paw from the feline rump back to the hip... Did he give it a squeeze though? Thinking about it now, it seemed like he may have

Regardless, he continued to guide her through the house and into the bedroom. He had to move to catch her and keep her from falling over as she reached for the light switch. The lynx male managed to guide the drunken cougar to her bed and help her lay down.

"So," asked Cinnamon with a grin, " are you going to join me Mister Bobbins? This bed does seem awfully big and lonely right now." She pulled the sheets aside as she laid on the large mattress. One paw reached down to the hem of her skirt, pulling up to expose more of her thigh.

"That's a very nice offer Miss Kroger," Mycroft said gently as he moved away some, "but I think that would be a bad idea."

"Awww," the older female pouted, "What's the matter? Don't you think I'm attractive?"

"You're quite attractive," he replied with a small smile, "But you're also very drunk right now. While you're quite enthusiastic about the idea right now. I'm not sure you're feel the same in the morning."

"Alright," Cinnamon relented, "I guess I can understand that. I did...have...fun..." she had meant to say more, but she had drifted off to sleep.

With most of last night's events now in her memory, she stopped and looked at her front door. Some part of Cinnamon wanted to kick herself. She had embarrassed herself some in front of Mycroft. Not only had she kissed him, and quite passionately, but she also tried to sleep with him. She had gone from trying to set him up with Susan to trying to seduce him. She felt very embarrassed now. Maybe she should go back to bed after all.