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Legal Tension - Chapter 5

Adjourned

Blinded by bright sunlight streaming through cracks of haphazardly drawn curtains, Maria tried to hide beneath the covers but it was to no avail. The shepherdess wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sleep for the rest of the day but the daylight only stirred her further. With a growl she sat up and shook her head. Her mane of black hair hung heavily on the sides of her face creating a perfect reflection of her mood. Stealing a glance towards the empty side of the bed, she let out a woeful sigh before sliding her legs off the bed. The empty feeling inside of her only got worse when hunger made its presence felt. She stood up on shaky legs and had to grip her nightstand to regain her balance. Once her body caught up with her movements she began shuffling towards the bathroom. She ignored her alarm clock that suddenly began blaring and instead turned on the shower.

Time slipped past as the warm water revitalized Maria's body, washing away the fatigue but doing nothing for the turmoil in her mind. With her body refreshed she dried herself vigorously before stepping out of the bathroom. Glancing around her bedroom, the empty spots where Nathan had kept his belongings glared back at her. The only sign he had even been there was a new photo pushed into the mirror frame below the one she had found before his latest arrival. Her whole home suddenly felt cavernous and a deep sense of loneliness settled on her. Rage began to build inside her as she found herself alone once more with the wolf off on one of his adventures. Gazing at herself in the mirror with narrowed eyes when she spotted the photograph and cursed him inwardly. The small pink patch of Nathan's tongue seemed to taunt her from the new picture and the thought of ripping it up came to her mind.

Forcing herself to focus on her morning routine, Maria dropped her towel in the hamper before turning her back on the mirror and walking naked out of the door. She paused when she reached the kitchen. For the first time in a month there was no breakfast waiting for her. With a growling stomach she began browsing through the cupboards after setting the coffee machine going. Hunting for something quick to eat she discovered a pair of proteins bars behind some near empty cereal boxes. They seemed to be the only decent food in the house that was immediately edible. Having skipped dinner the previous night, the shepherdess scoffed the bars down and made a mental note to do some grocery shopping as she pulled out her mug out from underneath the coffee machine. "Good thing he kept that topped off." She muttered dejectedly before taking a sip. Her usual morning routine felt alien without Nathan to talk to and distract her with other activities. Checking the news on her tablet she caught a glimpse of the clock; realizing the time she nearly spat out her coffee before dumping the rest in the sink and bolting to the bedroom.

After setting a new personal record for getting dressed, Maria ran out of the door and gnashed her teeth as she waited for the elevator and then again when riding it down to the parking garage. Only when she sat in the soft leather seat of her Mercedes did she stop to take a deep breath. With care she backed the large vehicle out of her parking spot and rolled it towards the gate, feeling the power of the engine reverberate around her. As she rolled onto the street she put her foot down and the engine roared as if to match her mood. The vehicle skidded a little leaving dark tread marks on the asphalt as she sped off into the distance.

* * *

The ping from the elevator seemed louder than normal when Maria arrived at work; it made the silence in the bullpen disturb her greatly as she walked to her office. When she came into view everybody at their desks looked up at her and one by one they started to applaud. Maria wanted to sink into the ground as her cheeks and ears began to burn, but she had played this game before and her act of self-control began.

The commotion became loud enough to rouse Brutus from his office and when he saw the shepherd he smiled, but it swiftly turned into a scowl as he saw what few others could. Catching her attention, he raised his voice and the commotion quickly died down. "Maria, join me in my office please." Disappearing behind the door to his office, Maria followed swiftly, passing the staff that carried a multitude of boxes from the large room.

Brutus nodded to the shepherdess as she passed him and gestured for her to take a seat, which she refused as graciously as she could manage. "I understand congratulations are in order." A wide smile returned to the giant mastiff's muzzle. "However, it would have been nice to have had a note, memo, or email letting me know the opposition had dropped the appeal."

Maria lowered her head and let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, that was careless. When did you find out?"

"About an hour after I arrived. It's not every day the defense sends an official notice out of the blue, telling you that they're dropping their appeal." The huge canine looked proud of the shepherd as he leisurely strolled back behind his desk; the first time he had done so in over a month. "There was even an addendum to the notice giving personal regards to you for due diligence on this case from Patricia."

"That's nice." Dejection was heavy in her tone as she rested her briefcase on the chair Brutus had offered her and then gripped the headrest from behind.

Bringing his paws up to his chest, Brutus tapped his fingertips together. "Can I assume your hunch payed off?"

She took a deep breath and nodded slightly. "Yeah, it did. I just ignored the interrogations in the end and went for the cell footage." She shook her head and gazed out of the window. "You'll feel sick when you hear what it was and what they were after... I really should have caught it sooner"

Brutus eased himself into his chair and raised an eyebrow. "Well?" His massive paw gripped a large fountain pen that he began to spin about his fingers.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Maria huffed with irritation. "It seems that our defendant got into a fight with another inmate on his last night."

There was a thundercloud forming above Brutus' head as the seasoned prosecutor had a good idea what she was leading up to. "Nobody at the station noticed or heard anything?"

"Correct." Maria said while rolling her eyes. "However, they did find hairline fractures in his jaw and cheek bone when he complained about the following day and was taken for an x-ray, before he was transferred to prison"

"Neglect?"

Feeling she could cut their meeting short, Maria took opportunity. "They wanted leniency due to neglect by the police while he was in their custody."

"Leniency!" The mastiff jumped up and smashed his paws hard on the desktop and Maria was certain she heard something crack. "They gave us the run around for a month for some, some, fucking leniency!" His rage boiled for a moment but it quickly deflated like a dingy with a puncture. Brutus fell back into his chair. "I hate being screwed around." As he twirled the fountain pen around between his thick fingers once more, Brutus took deep breaths to calm himself. Patiently waiting for the Mastiff to regain his composure, Maria watched him stroke the front of his shirt, his thumb shifting around as if searching for something. Brutus stopped stroking the front of his shirt and let out a deep breath, all the tension having left his body. The pair stared at each other for a while but both knew they couldn't ignore the elephant in the room for too long.

Closing her eyes, Maria dug her fingers even firmer into the cheap upholstery of the chair. "Do we have to do this now? I just want to lock myself in my office and get through the day."

Putting his elbows on his desk, Brutus leaned forwards and looked sternly at Maria. "I think I've been very clear about my feelings and concerns regarding your lover."

Maria knew that her boss was in a particularly good mood at the moment otherwise there would have been more patronizing and yelling. She would use the fact that she was in his good graces to get away as quickly as possible. "If that is all..." She picked her briefcase from the chair she had been leaning on.

Sitting up straight Brutus looked Maria in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. "One last thing." His neutral expression turned into a soft smile. "Thank you again with getting them to drop the appeal. I was ready to spend the entire day in court if I had to." He raised a paw and slowly gestured towards the door. "I'll try and keep your workload light today."

With her case at her side, Maria adamantly shook her head. "No. Please, just give me enough to bury myself in." The expression on her face was that of complete exhaustion and the usually strong and well-groomed femme looked weak.

"I'll see what I can do." Brutus said surprisingly softly and as he watched the shepherdess leave his office. Slipping the fountain pen he had been playing with back into his pocket, he realized Maria was now a ticking time-bomb in the office. One wrong word could set her off but something was different this time. Not knowing how she would behave if she snapped the mastiff knew what he had to do. Reaching for his phone and taking the receiver into his paw as he struck the keypad hard with his large fingers. After several rings someone on the other line picked up. "Lieutenant Forrester, it happened again. Is there any way you can get Maria out of the office before she snaps?"

* * *

Sitting in her office, Maria had tried working her way through a few dossiers but couldn't keep her mind from straying. Her feelings were stuck in a metaphorical roller coaster ride with no end in sight. Behind her, her tail twitched in agitation and she was about to shove the entire mass of papers onto the floor when her door flew open.

With a bag slung over her shoulder, Helen waltzed into the office not stopping until she was in front of the desk and looked down at Maria. "Get your stuff, "she said in a commanding voice "we're getting you out of here." With a graceful motion she brought the bag around and put it right on top of a tower of folders. "I switched our reservation from Sunday to today. Let your minions deal with the workload until Monday."

Tapping her pencil on the desk, Maria looked up at Helen and cocked her head to one side. "Haff, what are you doing?"

Before either women could speak up another voice joined the conversation.

"I called her, Maria." The huge form of Brutus loomed in behind Helen as the mastiff appeared to have quietly made his way into the office. "I'm giving you the rest of the day off."

Feeling the hackles on her neck rise, Maria bared her teeth and barely noticed the snap from her clenched fist as her pencil broke in two. "I don't need pity. I don't want your pity. Just let me do my work." Her voice was ice cold and unwavering as her steel gray eyes shot daggers between the two conspirators standing in front of her desk. "Now please, get out of my office."

Surprised by the reaction, Brutus began to frown. She had skipped several stages of her usual period of grievance and had gone straight to anger instead. At least she wouldn't have to be kept out of court, a small voice in the back of his mind told him.

Not willing to suffer any of her friends temper, Helen lifted the bag up before letting it drop back down a little harder. "No. The point is to get you out of this office, now!"

"I'd rather stay here if going with you means having to listen to you lecturing me, again!"

Raising her eyebrows Helen stared at her friend for a few seconds before a smile curled the corners of her muzzle. "I promise not to bring up the dirt bag in anyway."

"You promise?" Maria sounded uncertain as she watched the raccoon's eyes trying to see whether or not Helen was lying.

The raccoon raised a paw and placed the other on her chest. "I solemnly vow not to lecture or patronize you regarding your douchebag boyfriend." Once she lowered her paws, she gripped the bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Come on. If we leave now we can get there by lunch and eat before spending the rest of the afternoon naked and sweating."

Letting out an awkward cough, Brutus pushed the arousing image of the two shapely women out of his mind. The cough made Maria turn her head and lock onto the mastiff with her gaze. "Are you really okay with me taking the rest of the day off?"

Slowly nodding his head, Brutus crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I was going to give you the rest of the day off anyway. Seeing as you dealt with the appeal our agenda for the rest of the day has been cleared." Reaching up to his ear he scratched himself idly. "It's been a hectic month, Maria; a long weekend would do us both good."

Once more, Maria looked from one to the other. The thought of spending the rest of the day in a sauna and receiving a massage was too alluring to pass up, and with Helen's promise she would actually get the chance to clear her head. "Fine," she held up her paws in defeat before putting them on her desk and raising herself from her chair "but have Rick and the others take care of the..." Her paws danced over the folders on her desk and she grabbed three before placing them in the center of her desk one by one. "O'Neill, that's with two l's; Carter, Jackson..." She riffled through another stack in search of more. "Wasn't there another one with an odd name?"

Brutus stepped up and put his huge paw on the pile Maria was reaching for. "We'll take care of that. You just get out of here."

Stepping around the desk, Helen took her friend by the shoulders and began to maneuver her away from the small towers of folders. "Come on, get your coat."

Lifting his paw off the pile, Brutus straightened his jacket. "Now that it's settled," he gave a short bow towards both femmes "a pleasant day to the both of you. I'll send Rick in and you can tell him what to do." He turned on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Standing behind Maria with her paws still on her shoulders, Helen began to push her thumbs into the shepherdess' back in a slow circular motion. "Good thing Brutus called me. You are so fucking tense!"

Maria rolled her head back as the impromptu massage worked wonders on her neck. "Oh yeah, right there..." Her knees felt weak and she leaned into the raccoon for support. A gentle moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, caught up in the relaxing feeling.

Closing the distance, Helen pressed her hips against Maria's while she kept massaging the shepherdess' shoulders. "Perhaps I should just hang a sock on the door and relieve your stress right here." She shifted one arm and curled it around her friend's body; her paw rested on the shepherdess' stomach briefly but reassuringly before slowly moving up.

Feeling the paw brush against the underside of her breasts, Maria reached up and held it in place. "Not here, and not with an audience."

Helen raised an eyebrow and craned her neck to look at Maria only to see the shepherdess staring at the door. Following her gaze, the raccoon saw the dumbstruck intern frozen in place; his eyes were the size of dinner plates. Licking her lips, Helen leaned in and brushed a nose against Maria's ear. "I don't know. I don't think he would mind."

Turning her head away from the tickling nose, Maria reached back and cupped Helen's backside, squeezing the soft flesh through denim jeans. "I'm sure he wouldn't, but I don't think he can handle it." The shepherdess felt her friend take a step away and then took the opportunity to turn around and wrap her arms around the raccoon's neck. Pressing their bodies together the femme's breasts squeezed together, the tight blouse and straining tank top seemed close to bursting at the seams as they came together.

Settling her paws on Maria's hips, Helen began to grope her curvy ass, plucking at the skirt to make it rise up and show more of her legs. Their eyes met and the bolder police woman began to turn her head slightly before leaning in ever so slowly.

Maria hesitated for a second before mimicking the move; she felt the breath from her friend making the hairs on her muzzle dance. She parted her mouth as their lips came closer and closer. Closing her eyes she quickly wet her lips readying herself for the kiss.

A pitiful whine broke the moment, the high pitched squeak reminiscent of a helpless pup calling for its mother. Both women opened their eyes and looked at each other with wide, humorous eyes before bursting out laughing. Turning their heads towards the source of the whine, they saw Rick swallowing hard; his eyes still wide open and a clear bulge in the front of his slacks.

Untangling herself from Maria, Helen stepped around the desk and before Rick could get control back to his legs, the raccoon walked up to him and cupped his cheeks with her paws. "Aren't you adorable! Maybe I'll take you home with me."

Maria wiped a tear from the corner of her eye as she grabbed her jacket and slipped it over her shoulders. "Oh Helen, don't. You'll just break him and I'll have to get a new one."

Not backing down, Helen pressed her bust firmly against Rick's chest and kissed him on the nose. "Aw... Alright." Shooting Maria a casual smirk, Helen left one more remark for her own personal amusement. "Spoil sport."

Chuckling at the look of both sheer terror and absolute delight on Rick's face, Maria walked up and pulled her friend off of the youth. "Helen, behave." Once Rick was free and slightly more coherent she poked his chest with her finger. "Get it together, Mister Ashmore. The three folders in the middle of my desk; sort them and prepare them for Monday." The only acknowledgment she got was a blank stare and a slow nod. Glancing down, she grinned wickedly. "Pleasant dreams, Rick." She said in a sultry tone before turning towards Helen and ushering the raccoon out of the office.

Side by side the females walked through the office; their progress followed by several pairs of eyes. It didn't take long for the elevator to arrive, and with quick steps and straight faces they entered. Helen was the first to break composure and started to laugh loudly. "Oh that whine." Reaching up she started to toy with her braided hair. "I could just eat him up."

Wearing a wolfish grin, Maria rubbed her cheek as she played the scene back in her mind. "He's so innocent. I bet he's still in the same spot where we left him." She kept giggling until the doors opened again and they stepped into the parking garage. Glancing towards her partner in crime, the shepherdess motioned towards the rows of parked cars. "So, what's the driving arrangement?"

Setting off towards the large black Mercedes, Helen swung her bag back and forth. "I caught a ride in a squad car. They dropped me off at the front door." Coming to a stop on the passenger side of the car, she ran a finger across the polished black metal. "So you get to drive. This thing scares me."

Sticking her tongue out, Maria opened the car and slipped into the comfortable driver's seat. She pressed the starting button and as the engine revved she turned her head towards Helen who had taken her position on the passenger's seat. "Okay, so are we going to swing by my place to get my stuff?"

"No need." Helen retorted quickly as she patted the bag between her legs. "I brought another set of clothes just in case you wanted to slip into something clean afterwards."

Turning her head to look behind the car as she backed out of her parking spot, Maria giggled. "Does the shirt have something obscene written on it?"

Shaking her head, Helen opened her mouth but paused for a moment before snapping her teeth. "Damn it," she muttered "I should have done that. A nice bright one with 'twelve inches and up' written on the back." Her fingers slipped through the hair at the end of the braid. "Why didn't I think of that?"

With the car out of its parking spot, Maria set it in motion towards the exit. "And I bet that you actually have that shirt somewhere." She waved at the security guard as they passed and once on the street she let the car roar as she maneuvered it through the late morning traffic.

Double checking her seatbelt, Helen braced herself in her seat. "Keep to the speed limit, please!"

Glancing to her side, Maria cast the raccoon a wicked grin. "I am. Everything feels faster in this car."

Helen chuckled immediately. "So, no sex in the car then?"

Maria let out a snort before shaking her head. "Not while driving at least." She licked her lips as she remembered parking somewhere on the outskirts of the city the previous year while Nathan had been with her. They had taken a long weekend to explore nearby areas and each other. She hadn't wasted any time slipping into her wolf's lap and letting passion overtake her.

Watching her friend fall into a daydream, Helen scowled. "Is that why you let him back in? Is the sex that good?" Maria's paws tightened around the steering wheel and she clenched her jaw. Cursing her outburst, Helen watched her friend for a moment before letting out a scream as the shepherdess threw the car into the corner and floored the accelerator as they took the ramp up to the highway. Holding onto the armrest, she feared for her life for several seconds as the agile Mercedes weaved around several large trucks. "Okay, next time we're taking my car!" Helen stayed quiet for several minutes before she dared to open her speak again. "I wasn't patronizing or lecturing you. I seriously wonder about that sometimes and I just don't buy it when you say, he's sweet."

Maria remained quiet, her jaw set and her eyes locked on the road ahead; her mind clearly in turmoil. "Not now, Helen." Her voice was quiet and demure as the question clearly vexed her. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw the raccoon try and get comfortable in her seat again. They traveled down the highway in silence but as Maria turned on the indicator to take the exit she broke the silence. "I hope it's not going to be too crowded."

Helen shrugged, clearly not bothered and relieved by the change in conversation. "It's never that crowded even on the busiest of days." She held up her paw and rubbed her thumb against her index finger. "Too expensive."

The road they were on ran through a thick forest, and it seemed like there was nothing around until Maria turned the car into a narrow road that lead deeper into the thicket. A little further down the road, there was a large brown and green sign that seemed almost invisible until the friends were close enough to read it. It read: Welcome to Deep Wood Spa. Registered guest entrance.

The forest opened up into a huge clearing with the spa complex in the center. The road led into a wide cul-de-sac and the entrance to the parking lot. Maria rolled up to where a line indicated she should stop before rolling down her window. On either side of the entrance stood a large metal pole with a camera and intercom build into it.

"Welcome to Deep Wood Spa, if you have a reservation, please state you name." A joyful voice said over the slightly crackling intercom.

Glancing to her side she looked at Helen. "What name did you make the reservation under?"

Helen just smiled as she played with her braid. "Mine of course, but mention that is was switched from Sunday by mister Turov."

After relaying the information the person on the other side went eerily quiet and for a while Maria was worried that something had gone wrong. The voice returned after a few moments and continued on the same cheerful note. "Sorry that took so long, the system hadn't processed the change in reservation yet." There was a sharp buzz as the fence slid open. "Our sincerest apologies for the delay. Please enjoy your day here." Maria found a spot close to the door and as soon as she parked the car she got a playful punch in the shoulder from her companion.

"You were worried," Helen teased "you thought I screwed up didn't you?"

"The thought crossed my mind." Maria said in jest before getting out of the car.

* * *

Slowly sinking in a large hot tub, Maria closed her eyes as jets of warm bubbles massaged her back. "Ooh yes." She murmured to herself as she got comfortable. The combination of warm water and the gentle rumbling of the jets were making the shepherdess drowsy. The peace didn't last long as someone else made a lot of waves coming into the tub.

"Don't fall asleep."

The splash of water that hit her face made Maria frown. "Was that necessary?" She asked as she opened her eyes and glared at the raccoon sporting a wide grin opposite her.

"It was," Helen said with conviction "otherwise you'd have fallen asleep." Resting her arms on the edge of the hot tub, she spread herself out, one of her feet lightly brushing against the outside of Maria's thigh. "So, Melchior is finishing up a long massage session and then he's got the afternoon off."

"But?" Maria urged her friend on.

Helen brought her paws together as her muzzle split and she gave a toothy grin. "I asked nicely and he's willing to take us in a private room and work on us." One of her paws slid underneath the water as she wiggled her hips from side to side enthusiastically. "So we've got the big hunky tiger all to ourselves in a near soundproof room."

Maria shook her head disapprovingly. "No. I said it before, you can play with your tiger all you want; I'll pass."

Scowling, Helen shook her head. Her braid slapping the water as it whipped from one shoulder to the other. "He's gone Maria, you can play around again."

"I don't want to." Maria's voice became cold as she looked away, watching several other guests walking around or relaxing in the other hot tubs.

Stunned by Maria's answer, Helen raised an eyebrow. "So you're going to wait for him to come back like a good little girl?" The words escaped her mouth before she could nuance them. Knowing she had most likely crossed the line, she waited for the bomb to explode.

Slumping where she sat, Maria rested her head on the edge of the tub. "I don't know."

The three word reply surprised Helen and she slid around the tub until she sat next to her friend. Bumping her shoulder against Maria's she waited until the matted black hair lay on her shoulder. "Last time he was gone... How many guys... I mean, how long after he vanished was it before you went out to take care of things?"

Maria snorted loudly and rubbed her cheek on the raccoon's shoulder. "The night before he got back and... I don't know... It wasn't that great really."

Realizing that is wasn't her usual idle boasting; Helen reached up and rubbed Maria's cheek. "Maria, are you that deeply in love with him?" She only got a shrug in reply and before she could retort another figure strode up to the edge of the tub casually.

"Ladies, are you ready for your massages?" The large tiger asked in a surprisingly gentle and soothing voice.

Helen looked up and smiled at him. "Hi, Melchior, and yes, yes we are."

Both femmes stood up, the water seeping out of their fur and Melchior did his best to not to stare too much at the beautiful women as they stood in nothing but their wet fur. "Once you have dried off please come to room two, I've prepared it for you."

Quickly blowing him a kiss before the tiger walked away, Helen was the first to step out of the hot tub and offered a paw to Maria to help her out. Looping an arm around the shepherdess' she began to lead her friend towards the dryers.

Still lost in thought after stepping out of the tub, Maria slowly came to her senses as she glanced around and saw some of the guests covertly or openly watching them. She realized that most of the clientèle that came to the spa were at least twenty years older than her, and the thought amused her. Slowly she began to sway her hips, bumping against Helen who quickly picked up on the shepherdess' game. With their stride in sync and drawing attention, the pair arrived at the large air dryers close to where they left their robes and towels. Maria was the first to step into one of the dryers and turned it on, but as the fans began blowing warm air around she felt Helen step behind her; the raccoon's paws starting to run through her wet fur. Turning around, she saw the grin on her friend's face as her paws found Helen's body. Using their paws the two women helped dry each other, but afterwards they kept combing their fingers and claws through their fur.

Helen's actions became amorous as she slipped a paw down the shepherdess' stomach and felt the little barbell piercing between her index and middle finger. Unable to speak coherently over the fans, Maria bit her bottom lip as the Raccoon teased her. Not to be outdone she returned the gesture and found the small ring that hid between Helen's legs. The feisty raccoon mimicked her friend, biting her lip as her agile fingers made her hips buck hard against the shepherdess. The rush of pleasure made her moan loud enough to be heard over the fan.

The sound was loud and clear, and Maria quickly retracted her paw before turning off the dryer. "Better not fool around," she chuckled before leaning close to the raccoon and whispering into her ear "not here at least."

Happy to see Maria's change of mood, Helen winked and then walked out of the dryer. As she turned the corner, she nearly bumped into an elderly otter. "Oh, sorry." She squeaked quickly as her breasts nearly hit the short male in the face while she pirouetted around him, her tail brushing along the underside of his rather sizable belly.

Maria caught a glimpse of the interaction and being only a step behind she similarly spun around the short male. Feeling his breath in her cleavage as her breasts nearly hit his muzzle, the shepherdess prevented him walking straight into them by putting her paws on his shoulder. Stepping around the otter she turned him around before following Helen. "Really sorry about that, sir." She called over her shoulder as she rejoined her friend.

Slipping their robes on, Helen nearly burst into tears from the giggling fit she was having. "I think we made his day."

Lowering her voice to a conspiratorial tone, Maria rubbed her shoulder against Helen's. "Oh, really; what gave you that idea?"

Helen tapped her friend on the nose. "I saw where your tail went and it was clear that someone was happy to see you."

After securing her robe, Maria pushed the raccoon towards the private rooms. "You are a bad influence on me! Now, let's not keep Melchior waiting."

Bursting into another giggling fit Helen let herself be shepherded. "Me, a bad influence?" She laid her paw on her chest mockingly. "I remember a several years ago that you had a great idea," reaching down with her other paw she drew half of her lower robe to the side "and I'm still wearing it!"

Maria rolled her eyes as she pushed Helen into the room. "Get in there you crazy..." She quickly shut her mouth before she finished the sentence as Melchior came into her line of sight; standing patiently, waiting for them.

"Ladies." He bowed courteously before indicating the tables he had set up for their session. "Please disrobe and lie down. You may use your towels for modesty if you wish." Pointing over his shoulder he indicated the door leading to a small office nestled between two private rooms. "I'll get some oils while you get ready. Please don't forget to close the door." When the tiger turned around both femmes canted their heads slightly to admire the well-toned ass that was packed into a pair of form fitting jockey shorts.

Reaching blindly behind her, Helen found the doorknob and the lock underneath it. The bolt fell into place with an oddly loud click as the room was quiet. "You sure you don't want a piece of that?"

Mulling it over one last time in her head, Maria shook her head after only a second or two. "No. He's all yours." She disrobed and hung the garment on a hook before lying face down on one of the tables, using her towel to cover her ass to make herself somewhat more modest; the edge just under her tail so it could lie on top.

Helen watched her friend for a moment and shook her head. Her towel went underneath her as she lay in the same pose as Maria. "The offer stands if you want to change your mind."

There came no reply from the other table as the door to the office opened again and Melchior wheeled in a small trolley filled with an assortment of bottles. "Miss Forrester asked for a deep tissue massage, is that correct?"

"Yes it is, hun." The raccoon smirked.

Helen lay with a huge grin on her face while Maria thought things over. "Deep tissue sounds fine; I've got a lot of stress to get out of my system." Maria rolled her shoulders as she looked up at the bulky tiger.

"Alright, then, who's going first?"

"Start with her," Helen said as she gestured towards her friend "she's the one who really needs it."

With a quick nod, Melchior picked up a bottle and squirted a strong fragrant gel into his paws. "Very well." As he turned towards Maria he slowly rubbed his paws together. "Alright I'll start at the shoulders. Tell me if you need want me to be more firm or if I am being too rough."

Before Maria could reply there came a playful growl from the other table as Helen watched with a lecherous glean in her eyes. Not taking any notice of the growl, Melchior leaned over the shepherdess and placed his paws on her shoulders. As soon as he began to work the kinks out of the muscles he felt just how tense Maria was. Not waiting for her to tell him, he put more force into the massage.

Maria rolled her eyes and moaned loudly in both pain and pleasure when the tiger began his routine. His progress was slow but the massage left her muscles feeling hot under her skin. Drowsiness hit her full force and she began nodding off by the time the tiger was pressing his thumbs into her lower back. Working diligently, Melchior followed the tension down the shepherdess' back but when he hit the edge of the towel he stopped and took a step to the side to continue with her calves.

Before the tiger's fingers touched Maria, Helen spoke up in a quiet tone, but the humor was clear as day. "Amazing, you massaged her to sleep."

Slowly and far more gently Melchior began to massage Maria's legs, turning his head only a little to talk to Helen behind him. "I'm just that good." He grinned.

"She probably hasn't had a decent night sleep."

Melchior just shrugged as he kept working slowly working up the shepherdess' shapely legs, though when his thumb pushed against the inside of Maria's thigh she shifted.

"Mmmh... Nathaaaan..."

Helen covered her mouth to stifle a giggle and Melchior chuckled softly. "Her husband?" He inquired but the usually snappy raccoon stayed quiet for a moment as he finished working on her other leg.

"Oh Melchy, I don't have the time to explain this one to you. Besides, it's my turn."

Grabbing a towel from his cart, Melchior cleaned his paws from the oil before turning around towards Helen; the towel nearly dropped from his paw when he saw her.

While the tiger had his back turned towards her, Helen had rolled onto her side to watch him work. She had her head propped on an elbow with the other draped over her chest obscuring her nipples from the tiger's view. To complete her attempt at modesty she had drawn one knee up to keep her groin out of view as well. "Well. What are you waiting for?"

Letting his eyes roam up and down her body one last time, Melchior turned towards his cart and picked up the same bottle as before. "I'm waiting for you to lay on your stomach." He was about to squirt some oil in his paws when Helen spoke up. "Wait, could you use the other oil; the eucalyptus one?"

"Of course." The tiger replied happily but as he rummaged around in his cart he couldn't find the bottle he was looking for. "I thought I brought a bottle with me." He shrugged and peered over his shoulder at the femme that still lay in that same position. "Let me just grab a bottle out of my office. Lay down on your stomach please." With a swift pace he left the room and once in his office he opened the small supply closet behind his desk. It didn't take him long to find a new bottle of the missing oil before a sharp whistle behind him made him turn around. Melchior was just in time to catch the object that was flying towards him and as he looked down he held two identical bottles.

"Oh come now Melchy, don't tell me you're surprised?"

Rubbing his thumb over the smooth plastic bottles, Melchior slowly looked up and the sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat and made his twitching tail fall completely still.

Helen was an incredibly beautiful raccoon, and she knew it; she had put her robe back on but left it open. The bright white terrycloth stood out against her dark and light gray fur as it framed her bare breasts. With slow and deliberate steps the raccoon made her way towards the desk; her hips swaying in a teasing rhythm. Passing the dumbstruck tiger she sat on the cheap wooden desk, spreading out the robe behind pressing her bare backside firmly on the desktop. One leg idly dangled off the edge while the other reached out towards the desk chair, rolling it slowly back and forth.

Melchior just watched, his eyes moving from her breasts and the hard pink nipples poking out through the light gray fur before going down where the motion of her legs brought attention to her groin and the reflective surface of the small golden ring that pierced her clitoral hood. He swallowed hard and peered over Helen's shoulder, eyeing the door she had come through before going to the opposite wall to the door that led to the corridor his office was attached to. "Helen, we can't! Not here!" The raising of the raccoon's paw made him tremble, his eyes locked on her fingers.

"If you don't want to," Helen said in an amused but autocratic voice "you have one chance to say so." Her thumb and middle finger touched at the tips before she began to put pressure on them. "But by the state of your pants, I would say you want this pretty badly."

As Helen's fingers snapped, Melchior bowed his head and licked his lips in anticipation. "Just don't make too big of a mess."

"Sorry? What was that?" Helen's voice became authoritative as she barked harshly at him. "What did you forget servant?!"

The tiger's tail twitched in excitement as he dropped down to his knees, keeping his head bowed low. "I'm sorry mistress. Please forgive me." He whined as he put his paws on the floor to bow even lower.

Putting both paws behind her on the desk, Helen watched the tiger for a minute to see if he moved. Once satisfied he wouldn't move a whisker without her say so she spoke again. "You did a good job on my friend," her eyes locked on the tiger's ears as they twitched ever so slightly "now I'm expecting you to be just a diligent. Come closer."

Fighting to keep the large smile off his muzzle, Melchior crawled closer to the desk, his head bowed the entire time until he sat between the raccoon's legs.

Helen paused; watching the tiger inquisitively before wiggling her toes on the foot that hung just in front of him. "You may begin here." She watched as the tiger brought his paws up and chastised him immediately. "How dare you touch me! Use your tongue, servant!"

The voice made Melchior curl in on himself. "I'm sorry, mistress." He repositioned himself and lowered his muzzle towards her foot but before he could stick out his tongue he received another scolding.

"What are you doing? Start with the bottom! I see I've become too lax with your punishment."

"Forgive me Mistress!" Melchior begged quickly as he tried to work out how she wanted him to behave. From previous experience he quickly remembered that lying on his back would only displease his mistress. Forced himself onto his belly, he winced as his erection didn't enjoy being pushed along the inside of his thigh. As he craned his head to bring his tongue to her feet, Melchior couldn't see her face but he could feel the raccoon's authoritative eyes burn into his back, and he loved it. A shiver went through his body as his tongue touched her soft footpad.

Having forgotten her own ticklishness, Helen did her best to silence the squeal but couldn't stop her foot from jerking away. "Oh! I forgot how rough that tongue is."

There was a happy rumble from below as Melchior waited for the foot to come back to him. "I missed you, mistress." Once more he pressed his tongue against her foot and began to lick the pad with the tip.

Helen felt the soft scraping against her skin as the tiger began to lick longer and harder and nearly pulled her foot away again when the agile body part slipped between her toes. "Good servant. Now the top," she said nearly breathlessly part of her had enjoyed it but she was too ticklish to stay in character for long. The command came as a relief for Melchior and a moment later he was back on his knees letting out a grunt when his cock went back to tenting the front of his shorts. With his eyes closed he continued licking and grooming the raccoon's fur in reverence.

Enjoying the gentle tongue bath, Helen didn't scold Melchior when he took it upon himself to start on her shin. Muscles tensed in her groin as she felt his warm breath rise along the inside of her leg, while a small pool began to spread out between her thighs. Melchior was so engrossed with his task that he didn't notice the heady scent coming from above him. With eyes closed and his paws clenching his knees, he kept licking her calf while a dark stain spread from the tip of the tent he was sporting.

When he began to have more difficulties with grooming her, Helen scooted a little closer to the edge of the desk so that he could see his goal. The raccoon grinned playfully; she had one more reward for him. "You may touch me now servant, but only with one paw!"

Opening his eyes Melchior smiled at his mistress, but what he wanted to say got stuck in his throat as he gazed past her swollen wet pussy and large bust to see her face. "Thank you, mistress." He stammered while he watched a drop of her fluids trickle off the edge of the desk and onto his bare knee.

Grinning viciously, Helen leaned down, raised a paw and smacked him in the face when he wasn't looking. "Look at me when you service me, worm!" She didn't have to wait long before his golden feline eyes locked with her emerald green ones. "Now, get back to work."

With his gaze passing by all the good stuff, Melchior had a hard time keeping his eyes on hers but with due diligence he continued his task. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around Helen's slim ankle and pulled the raccoon's leg away from the desk before continuing her grooming.

On top, Helen was having a similar problem. Struggling to keep her gaze locked to his as she caught sight of the dark patch spreading into the stretched fabric of the tiger's bulging shorts. "That's enough." She said, her voice trembling slightly. "Continue here," she demanded as she patted the inside of her thigh "but no touching."

"Yes, mistress." Melchior said dutifully; he wanted to stare at the top of her thigh but Helen's command kept his gaze on at her face. Helen watched the tiger reposition himself and scooted back a little before angling her hips for him. He would have a perfect view of her leaking folds if he wanted but she would punish him harshly for it if he did. Reaching behind his back, Melchior clenched his paws together to avoid temptation. When his nose pressed into the soft fur on the raccoon's thigh and his nose bathed in the heady scent, he had to put his chin on the table and immediately felt the hair on his chin absorbing the small puddle of the raccoon's sexual juices. Taking his time, he licked her inner thigh with an easy grace as he made his way up to her groin.

Smiling softly at the tiger, Helen reached down and brushed his ear with a finger before harshly grabbing his hair and shoving his nose right between her legs. Their eyes remained locked but the tiger shivered and let out a deep throaty purr as he pushed his rough tongue deep inside Helen's hot inviting pussy. With his nose rubbing against the small golden ring piercing, Melchior grabbed the edge of the desk and dug his nails into wood to stop him from grabbing her legs and spreading them as far as he could.

The mischievous raccoon knew exactly what he wanted to do as she watched his claws dig deep into the cheap wood. "Mmmh..." Words didn't come easy for her as the rough tongue tugged against the soft insides of her vagina. It took her a few minutes to get her moans and breathing under control as the big cat happily purred between her legs. "Good... Keep pleasing your mistress." Her mouth fell open as she drew in a ragged breath before slowly falling back. Stretching out an arm behind her for support, she caught herself and watched rapturously at how she was being enthusiastically devoured.

Savoring the female juices like they were his mother's milk, Melchior was as happy as a kitten while he tried to push his tongue into her as deep as he could. His eyes never wavered from the beautiful raccoon's face as he watched for signs of her pleasure. Taking his cue from her, every now and then he would draw back to wet his tongue properly and nibble on her piercing before diving in again.

While enjoying the sensation, Helen demanded more. In one fluid motion she had both legs wrapped around his head and locked him firmly in place. Leaning back on both paws, she licked her lips and tightened her leg muscles. "Keep licking and I might let you up for air."

Melchior exhaled forcefully before taking a deep breath, the tendons on his paws clearly visible as he fought to control himself. A shiver rippled down his spine and the already sizable stain in his pants began to ooze the sticky white goop he had been slowly filling it with.

Even though their scents mingled heavily in the air, Helen didn't register it as her senses were overloaded. The tiny barbs on Melchior's tongue raked against the inside of her pussy, tugging on her skin and drowning her body in ecstasy. The vice she had around the feline head between her thighs became even tighter as her climax finally surged through her and she cried out in pure pleasure.

The wash of juices filled Melchior's mouth as he drank it down though it became more and more difficult with his nose being buried deep into the raccoon's groin. Waiting out Helen's climax before he could take a deep breath when her legs fell away from his shoulders, the tiger stumbled to his feet and took a step backwards before falling onto the office chair with painful force. His arms hung limp at his side while a toothy grin split his muzzle.

Still coming down from her peak, Helen watched the tiger and his stupid grin for a moment before she gathered her strength and gave the chair a shove before watching him spin around slowly. Once his back was facing her, she sprang into action. As quick as she could she pulled the sash from her robe and got to her feet. Melchior didn't notice until it was too late and his arm was pulled behind him and tied to the frame. Pulling on the sash with his free paw only helped his assailant to tie him in place as he kept the first knot tight. "I never said we were done my little servant." Helen whispered in his ear before turning him around. Having dropped the robe on the desk she stood before the tiger naked and licked her lips as her eyes wandered. "Now, what will I do with you?"

Feeling a bit dumb for remembering the woman's ravenous appetite, Melchior bowed his head and got back into his roll. "I'm sorry mistress."

"No you're not."

The tiger swallowed hard as he felt her soft thighs brush against the outside of his legs when she straddled his lap. The golden ring piercing came into view as it bumped against the mess of his crotch and followed swiftly by her breasts being pressed up against his face.

Helen listened to the whimper as her hot folds parted against the rock hard and wet bulge. Certain she could feel it twitch against her, she laughed viciously. "What's this?" She pulled her breasts away from his face before gripping his muzzle and turning his head so he looked at her. "Have you been keeping things from me?" Slowly she reached between them with her other paw before grabbing the front of his shorts harshly. "This belongs to me."

The male whimpered as she roughly kneaded his cock and sheath. A shot of pain coursed through his body when her fingers pinched a fold of skin and a tear appeared in the corners of his eye, yet his cock pulsed against the raccoon's paw. "Mistress... Please."

Completely ignoring the plea, Helen grabbed the hem of the gym shorts and pulled, ripping them down the tiger's legs until they landed around his ankles with a wet flop. Her eyes never left the hard pink member when it popped out of hiding, sending a few droplet of pre-cum splashing against front of the tiger's near pristine shirt. "What's this?" She took hold of him again, and jerked hard on his cock several times. "First you hide this from me and then you get it all filthy." Letting go, Helen raised her paw to his face and presented him with several stains matting her fur. "Well!" She barked. "Start cleaning." Complying with the demand, Melchior leaned in and stuck out his tongue but just when he was about to lick her paw his mistress did something that made him stop dead in his tracks. Having shoved her hips forward, Helen had pinned his cock against his stomach before rolling her hips and sliding her pussy along the underside of the tiger's dick. "What's the matter," she said as authoritatively as she could between moans. "I told you to lick." Quickly, she moved her messy paw out of the way before using it to grab his hair and clean her fingers. "You disappoint me," she whispered in a husky voice while another squirt of pre-cum began to seep into the fur on her stomach. Raising herself a little, she felt his cock slide between her labia where several of his barbs pricked her on her way up. "Such disobedience! I wonder if you would even lick my breasts if I told you."

Having felt the hard nipples brush against his chest, Melchior wet his lips when they came up to muzzle height. Eager to get back on the raccoon's good side he stuck out his tongue to assault her perky peaks. He came to a halt quickly as a hard tug nearly ripped a chunk off his scalp.

"I never told you to do that!" Helen sighed condescendingly as she tugged on his hair again. "I see I need to discipline you even more."

In a mix of pain and pleasure, Melchior looked up at her pleadingly. "Please mistress, I beg your forgiveness."

"I don't know," There was a sharp dismissive tone to her voice but Helen's eyes burned with lust as she slowly rose from his lap "you need to listen to me, my little servant."

As the tip of his cock brushed past her clit one of the larger barbs hooked into the small ring piercing; Melchior didn't notice until a sharp jerk on his cock made him moan out loud.

Matching his moan in lust and volume, Helen rolled her hips and every time she felt the jolt of pleasure travel up her spine she would look at the tiger's face to see his pleasure mirroring hers. Slowly she leaned forward, her dark green eyes locked with his bright golden ones, until she could feel his hot breath wash over her nipple.

Melchior didn't wait for her command as her nipple was presented before him and sucked it into his mouth. There was a sharp pain in the back of his head as the raccoon tightened her grip on his hair but kept him in place. His vision was now filled with Helen's cleavage as he suckled loudly on the raccoon's nipple. With long slow lapping, the rough surface of his tongue tugged on the firm flesh in his mouth as he tried to time every movement of her hips with his licking.

With her breaths coming in gasps, Helen occasionally pulled his head away from one breast before smothering him with the other. She gave his cock another hard tug and she felt a hard splash against her already wet and matted belly that made her stop. "Did you cum?" The question made Melchior weakly shake his head not wanting to let go of her breast. Helen smiled as she gently lowered herself until the barb was freed from her piercing and then reached down with her free paw. What she found was hard, throbbing and dripping all over her fingers. "My little servant... You haven't earned this, but your mistress wants it." Grabbing his cock by the base, Helen angled it up before slamming herself down on his length. She nearly doubled over from the feeling as the barbed cock drove deep into her flesh and hooked itself into her tender spots.

When his mistress bent forward, Melchior lost his nipple and clenched his jaw hard. His cock had become so sensitive from all of Helen's teasing and tugging on a single barb that it had kept him on a knife's edge. As they moved against each other the warm glove around his cock tightened, extracting blissful groans and huffs. They knew it wouldn't last long, but both lovers knew they would get everything they wanted from their time in physical union.

Eager to pick up the pace, Helen raised herself and grabbed the tiger's thick black hair with both paws, leaving quite a mess. Tensing her thighs she got an even tighter grip on the throbbing length inside her before she lifted herself off of the tiger's lap. They looked at each other as their breath caught in their throats. "Gentle..." Melchior moaned but the lustful look in the raccoon's eyes made him shiver.

Bringing her forehead to his, Helen looked deep into his eyes before sliding back down his cock, his barbs brushing effortlessly past the skin they had just raked on the way out. Her hips hit his lap with a firm slap and immediately she felt the hard prickles twitch and prick her; a promise of pain and pleasure on the way out.

Melchior tensed against his bonds but his wrists were bound tight, giving him no leverage to break out. He wished he could grab the woman in his lap and stop her or slow her teasing, but the thought escaped him when she rolled her hips and pushed him to the edge of ecstasy. "Helen... Please."

"Shut up." The curvy raccoon moaned softly before kissing the tiger full on the lips. As their tongues coiled around each other, Helen rose up and moaned down Melchior's throat as every barb dug into her vaginal walls to prevent her from lifting off. She clenched down and came to a halt when she felt a hot spray coat her insides. For a moment she though he had cum but an eager roll of the tiger's hips told her there was still life in the cock she was sitting on. When the kiss broke Melchior was panting hard, sweat dripped down his back and his tail wound tightly around the base of the chair. Having no real say in the matter, he waited to see what Helen would do next. She didn't disappoint. When she gyrated her hips he snarled loudly and almost wished he could cum and relief the strain on his crotch. The muscles in his arm tensed as he yearned to grab the raccoon and pin her to the desk and have his way.

As if reading his mind, Helen ran her tongue along the edge of his ear. "Thinking about fucking me?" As she spoke she thrust herself down until her pussy lips pressed against the tiger's sheath. "Bending me over the desk and just let the beast out?" She rolled her hips before lifting herself off of him and grinning wickedly at the tiger.

Melchior didn't register much after that. Helen began to ride him relentlessly, showing no mercy to either of their bodies. The chair protested with angry squeaks and the tiger countered with lustful groans. Every time he wanted to join in he received a painful bite to his ear. Riding her tiger hard, Helen was enjoying herself but her need was beginning to overcome her. Reaching between their bodies she put two fingers on her piercing and began playing with it. The crescendo of moans and lusty calls came to their peak when Helen pulled Melchior's head into her bosom and held him there while her body began to convulse with violent lust. More and more their grunts and snarls became louder; Melchior was the first to burst. Letting out a loud chuff before his entire body stiffened while inside his lover, his cock throbbed and pulsed, digging deep into the soft walls of the raccoon's pussy as the tiger came hard. The splash of liquid hitting her inner walls made Helen gasp and speed up her desperate rubbing, eager to finish before the tiger was done ejaculating. With the cock biting deep in her pussy she rolled her hips and let out a long moan of pleasure as his cum made the flesh raked by the barbs tingle. With a final roll of her hips, she slammed herself down onto the tiger and threw her head back. She wailed loudly as she came hard, her insides gripped tightly onto the feline member inside of her hard enough to make the barbs dig deep into her soft, sensitive tissue.

* * *

Maria slowly opened her eyes when she heard someone shuffling into the room. Greeted by the raccoon's behind, she chuckled as she got a clear whiff of her friend's sexual escapade. "You two are loud."

Helen let out a yelp as she turned, giving Maria a clear view of her front with her robe hanging open, with all the mess on display. "Maria! You're awake?" She asked with some bewilderment.

Resting her head on her arms, Maria grinned at the other femme. "I have been for a while; you forgot to close the door behind you, and yes, you two were quite loud."

"Sorry." Helen said as she tried to close her robe but realized the sash was still bound to the chair. Grabbing the edges of her robe she crossed her arms and held the garment closed.

As she stretched out, Maria released a comfortable sigh before slowly sitting up. "Don't be, it was a nice little show you two put on. You and Melchior have quite the..." She searched for the word for a second "Rapport; he was so submissive."

Peering back through the door, Helen watched Melchior as he tried to clean some stains from the chair. "Actually," she started before looking back towards her friend and suspected that the shepherdess already knew "we dated for a while. It was never serious but occasionally we still give each other a booty call." Leaning forward, she lowered her voice and playfully bit her lip. "He loves being dominated and I enjoy doing it."

Playfully flicking her ears, Maria chuckled as she wrapped her robe around herself. "So I heard." Rolling her shoulders she looked the raccoon over and smirked. "That massage did wonders for me and judging by what I heard; Melchior hit all your hard to reach spots."

Helen wiggled her eyebrows and smiled. "He's a professional."

As if he had been called, the professional gingerly walked into the room, fully dressed in a spare uniform and upon seeing the shepherdess sitting up and dressed he became slightly weary. Coming to a stop a close to the females, Melchior held out the sash of Helen's robe nervously. "You dropped this miss..."

Maria let out a snort while Helen leaned in and kissed his muzzle, then took the sash. "Don't worry, she knows and you're not in trouble." As her paws busied themselves with looping the sash back around the robe the raccoon turned back to her friend. "So what would you like to do now?"

The shepherdess wagged her feet from side to side and appeared indecisive for a moment. "I was thinking about locking myself in the Finnish sauna for the rest of the day."

As the woman spoke, Melchior's tail began to bristle and even with Helen pressed against him he spoke up in a brusque and professional manner. "It is advised that you take regular breaks from the sauna's and drink."

"You have the afternoon off." Helen admonished the tiger gleefully as she drew his head towards hers and kissed him tenderly, holding him in place. A moment later she let him go and patted him on the nose. "Don't worry about us. Go enjoy the rest of your day," her free paw slipped down between the male's legs and she gave him another passionate, albeit short kiss, while her fingers creased the front of his shorts "and thank you for the massages." Having had to find his tongue after the tongue twisting kiss, Melchior was speechless when the raccoon's dexterous fingers ran across his sensitive balls and sheath.

Crossing her arms Maria smirked, clearly amused by the couple's antics. "Do you want me to leave the room?"

After one last tickle, Helen withdrew her paw and turned toward the shepherdess. "Sorry, I got carried away." She didn't give the tiger a second thought as she walked up to Maria and pushed out her elbow to let her friend loop an arm though hers. "Off we go to get sweaty!"

As the pair walked towards the door with their hips swaying, Melchior felt abandoned but after Helen let Maria walked through the door she turned her head towards him and blew him a kiss. "Don't worry my pet; you did good. I'll call you this weekend."

* * *

Having found a small sauna room, the two friends made themselves comfortable after hanging up their robes and grabbing some fresh towels. Maria had lain on top of the towel and was resting on her stomach, the heat giving her fur a dull shine of perspiration and condensation. Her head lay on her crossed arms as she let out a long comfortable sigh. Cracking one eye open, she spied the Helen leaning back on the other bench. "So, when did you become a dominatrix?"

Sitting on her towel with her arms and legs spread out and her head resting against the wooden wall, Helen turned an ear towards her friend. "It was years ago. I was still a rookie street cop; my partner and I were on patrol in a squad car when he suddenly got out his handcuffs and cuffed himself to the steering wheel before begging me to beat him with his nightstick while jerking him off."

Flicking her tail around, Maria launched several drops of sweat towards the raccoon. "Care to try that again?" She asked in a smooth but level tone.

Laughing heavily when she was hit by the sweat drops, Helen wiped them away. "If you're expecting a long complex story I'm afraid I have to disappoint you." She wiggled her butt from side when a drop of sweat found its way between her cheeks. "I've always liked being the dominant one with my males, and when I met Melchior it just developed into a master and slave relationship."

"You and Melchior seem like a cute couple, so what happened?"

The raccoon smiled with a distant look in her eye and shrugged. "It just didn't work out. We just meet up for the occasional booty call. I'll go over to his house and he'll tell me what a bad boy he has been and we take it from there." Even through the slight haze in the room, Helen could see the change in Maria's expression from external curiosity to internal and couldn't stop herself from asking. "Thinking about dominating your own bad boy?"

"While I don't think he would mind seeing me in leather, I'm sure he'll scarper when I pull out the handcuffs and whip." As she said it, Maria had to fight back the mental image of the wolf's expression if she did.

Helen reached up and wiped more sweat from her brow with the heel of her paw as she frowned. "Whips are for S&M, that's a whole different fetish." She theatrically whipped her own tail around while rolling her eyes. "People watch one soft-porn video with some leather and they think they know it all." She brought her leg up and put her foot on the bench. "It's all about mutual respect and boundaries. Giving and taking. Melchior and I are more dominance and submission with a little bondage from time to time. I might bite or scratch him every now and then, but I never actively try to hurt him." Looking down she saw a small stain spread onto her towel. "In the end, I give him pleasure, he gives me my release."

From her viewpoint, Maria could see between the raccoon's legs and the trickle coming from between her rosy lips. "And that's all you need, right?"

The raccoon just shrugged. "I do. I'll leave the complex relationship to you and Nathan." She saw the fur on her friend's back stand on end. "So have you found out what he actually does during his months away?"

Pushing herself up on all fours, Maria stared at her friend. "I never told you?"

Helen cackled softly with laughter as she watched the expression on the shepherdess' face. "No; you either get love sick rambling about how sweet and attentive he is, or tales about his sexual prowess and some of the more creative spots you've done it or you despise him so much that you refuse to utter his name."

With an exasperated sigh, Maria dropped back down and rested her head on her crossed arms then closed her eyes. Her tail flicked a few times, wafting around the hot air and began to tell Helen about Nathan's adventures on the ship, Nemo's Spirit and his recent trip to Florence.

Neither of the friends watched the sand in the small hour glass at the door as the last grains settled in the bottom half. Maria had just finished telling Nathan's latest exploits when she started to feel a dull throbbing in her head. Slowly sitting up, the throb only got worse. "How long have we been in here?" She asked, making them both glance towards the hourglass.

"Too Long." Helen commented as she got up and had to balance herself. Maria took her time and was more careful when she stood, but they locked their arms around their shoulder as they got out of the sauna. The sudden cool air did wonders for them and soon enough they were chuckling about it as they stood in the shower area.

Maria leaned back against the cold tiled wall of the showers, enjoying the feel of the cool water seeping through her fur. Crossing her arms over her stomach she let out a long sigh and closed her eyes; alone in her own little world for the moment. She suddenly felt a presence in front of her and when she opened her eyes she saw Helen licking her lips, their noses nearly touching. "Yes?" Maria asked with a sweet voice.

With her paws pressed to the walls on either side of Maria's head, Helen leaned in closer; slipping her muzzle alongside the shepherdess'. "You're looking good."

"We stayed in the sauna too long and I think you cooked your brain." Even though her tone was dismissive, Maria put her paws on the raccoon's hips before giving Helen's ass a quick smack. "I think you've had enough for today."

Helen had the perfect comeback for Maria's comment, but from the corner of her eyes she saw more people coming their way. A precession of chattering older women shuffled into the shower and the raccoon quickly stepped back under her own stream as she winked slyly at Maria.

After cooling down followed by a quick drying session, they stood in their robes and were about to discuss what to do next when Maria's stomach rumbled. Reaching up, she up put her paw on her belly and grimaced. "Should we head to the restaurant?"

Helen glanced around then stepped close to the shepherdess. "I've sweat enough for today. Why don't we go back to your place order something extremely bad for us?" She raised an eyebrow and stared questioningly at the position of Maria's paw. "That is, if you can hold out for a while longer."

"I'll manage." Maria said with a smirk, before turning towards the changing room. Before she could take a step a paw hit her on the backside. "AH!"

Walking past her friend, Helen dragged her paw off the soft round rump of the shepherdess and winked over her shoulder. "Stop standing there looking pretty."

Setting off after the raccoon, Maria watched the striped tail sticking out from under her friend's robe and licked her lips. "Someone has to."

Glancing over her shoulder, Helen stuck out her tongue and shook her butt. She was the first to reach their locker and pulled out the large bag she had brought. "Ready to see what I brought you?"

Maria approached gingerly as Helen opened the bag. Frowning but also smirking at Helen's choice of attire for them, the shepherdess shook her head. "About as bad as I expected."