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Just a sniff

The feline in the silver BMW 3 Series convertible that her daddy bought her when she entered university circled the block cautiously. The top was down and one never knew what kind of nut job would decide to start a carjacking career. But it was noon and the sun was hot so most of the low lives were hiding in the shade or still asleep, except for Charlie. Charlie was a hustler and he could be found jittering and jiving from whatever illegal substances he had ingested lately at almost any time of day.

Sure enough, she saw him by the entrance to his favourite alley. More importantly, he saw her, and he gestured for her to follow as he disappeared into the dark corridor.

"Hey Charlie." She said as she parked the Beamer in a small lot formed by the junction of several alleys and jumped over the closed door. She was a Seal-Point Siamese; with short tawny fur that darkened to brown on her ears, paws and tail and she moved in that sinuous way her breed had down pat. She was slim like her Asian ancestors but her bust and booty were definitely made in America - round and full and oh, so squeezable - and the black spandex shorts and tube top she wore were tight enough to show that there was nothing but fur beneath them.

"Don't 'hey' me, kitty. We gonna do some business or what?" Charlie was a dachshund from the wrong side of the tracks with short brown fur that was patchy in spots. His arms and legs were short, out of proportion with his long torso and snout. When he moved he scuttled in an insectile manner with his eyes darting to and fro while his head jerked back and forth. He was wearing what would have been shorts on any other dog but on him they came down to his ankles. He also had on a threadbare tee-shirt that left his hollow belly exposed.

"Why else would I come down to this shit hole, Charlie? You know what I like. You got some?"

"Yeah, I knows what you like." Charlie said, wiping his runt snout on his arm and leaving a shiny streak of mucus. "And you knows what it takes to get it, don't cha?" He added with a gap toothed grin.

She sighed and shook her head. They went through this every week and she was getting tired of it.

Her parents were both doctors and she could get any number of designer drugs by pilfering their home office, which she often did for her friends. But what she was after today was what all the felines wanted - grass, the weed, the leafy green goddess - Nip. Unfortunately it was illegal in this state, including the medical variety, so her parents never had any around. In order to get some she had to leave her upscale neighbourhood and deal with the likes of Charlie, just like any of the common kids who didn't go to prep school.

Life sucked sometimes, but what could you do?

"I've got your money, Charlie. Just give me the weed and we can both go about our busy days."

"Money? HA! Everyone got money these days. I got more customers than I can shake a ... a ... you know, one a those tree branch things. Ain't cha heard? Employment's at a new high ... and speakin' a high, been high lately kitty? I ain't seen ya around so I doubts it."

"Don't call me kitty. My name is Salina."

"Whatever. It's fifty bucks for the nip, plus ... you know."

"Jesus Charlie, not again. It's degrading. Look, I'll pay double, triple!"

Charlie looked dejected. "Money's no good to a guy all alone down here in the berg. Is it too much to ask for, just a little ass?"

"You canines are all the same, with your sick filth habit."

"Well, excuse me yer majesty for offendin' yer tender sensibilities. It's okay for you and yer feline friends to buy my nip and go off and roll around rubbin' up against each other but when a guy like me just wants a bit of ass, just a taste, just a sniff really, it's all pervey."

The dachshund turned away and made as if to leave, but that too was part of the ritual.

Charlie was right, Salina had not gotten high in quite a while and the fact was making her irritable. There was nothing for it but to give into his sick demands.

She turned toward her car, dropped her shorts to the pavement leaned down to grip the car door and raised her tail.

"Alright, alright. Let's get this over with."

"Oh boy!"

Charlie was behind her in an instant. He reached out and parted her fine full buttocks with trembling paws as he positioned himself.

"Oh, this is going to be good." He muttered to himself.

As with every time before, Salina tensed up as contact became immanent, but she gripped the car as hard as she could and bit down on her tongue to keep from crying out and attracting an audience.

Charlie drove his snout between her warm butt cheeks until the cold wet tip of his nose was right up against her tail hole and then he drew in a goodly draught of air through it.

"Oh God, yes!" His eyeballs rolled back and his eyelids fluttered as he staggered back half a pace. He gripped her ass all the tighter to keep from falling over.

"Oh yeah, it's like a new car with a built in toilet. Like the first fart on a new velour sofa." He sucked in another snout full. "Oh, I could go on sniffin' that ass all day."

"You don't get all day." Salina called angrily over her shoulder. "Three snorts, that's our deal, and you've already had two."

"Inflation." He smirked, pushing her against the car as he wiggled his nose around a little lower and breathed in with short sharp gasps.

"You're using that fancy soap that smells like cucumbers again, but you can't fool me. Some big canine's been pokin' his nose around in here before doin' the nasty with ya. A wolf by the scent, one a those sweaty jocks from the university. Ah, you can't wash that smell away, kitty. And what's this?" He poked at her tailhole again and drew a long slow breath. "You had salmon for supper last night, didn't cha? With dill and butter and just a hint of black pepper." She felt his tongue flick against her cheeks as he liked his chops. "Hmmmm ... that's good eatin' that is."

Salina pushed him off her and reached for her shorts. She half expected him to be staring at her crotch but his eyes were rolled back like he was contemplated something on the inside of his skull. He had never gotten a fourth sniff before and it seemed to have pushed him over the edge. He looked farther gone than her friends did after a double dose of nip.

She wiggled into her shorts. Her ass felt itchy and dirty, as it always did after one of Charlie's sessions. She pulled her cash from between her breasts and slapped it in his paw. Charlie absently pulled a baggie full of dried chopped nip from somewhere in his shorts that she didn't want to think about. She took it with the tips of two claws and dropped it into the console before jumping back into the driver's seat.

"I don't know why you get off on that." She said, remembering how her new show boyfriend, a linebacker on the varsity team and as Charlie had guessed, a wolf, had gotten so excited down there before giving her a little satisfaction. She jumped back into the driver's seat and started the car. "You dogs are just weird, all of you."

"See you next week, kitty."

She paused for a moment before turning the key in the ignition "Yeah." She agreed glumly. "You probably will. Keep your nose clean until then Charlie. Seriously, I don't want to catch anything."

"Sure thing , kitty, sure thing."

Charlie stood there in the alley smiling as she roared away, breathing delicately through his nose to preserve the scents he had cached there.

"Salmon with dill. Whaddya know?"