Chapter 3: You Get What You Want
#3 of A Guardian Angel for a Good Time
Joseph tossed his keys onto the kitchen table, letting his coat slip off of his shoulders. He had gotten off of work early and decided to come home and treat himself to a little doggy-snack, if you know what he meant. He set his coat onto the chair next to him and quietly padded around the house, trying to find the german shepard. He didn't share the same work schedule as the dog, but he knew he had the day off today. The cat searched the entire house, but to no avail. The dog wasn't home. Joseph wined to himself and pouted on the couch as he grabbed the remote and flipped on the television. The news came on and the cat sat there on the couch watching some story about an Amish man spontaneously combusting into flames and surviving by smothering himself in horse manure. He giggled to himself as he watched footage of the incident, watching the man flail his arms and finally landing in a big pile of manure.
His eyes began to slowly shut as he dozed off into a sleep deprived nap. Suddenly the phone rang loudly, shaking the panther from his cat-nap. His arm shot out and snatched up the phone from the reciever on the coffee table.
"Hello?" The cat moaned drearily.
"Oh my, I expected a more cheery greeting," Renee's voice sounded through the phone. "Am I safe to assume this is Joseph."
"Oh, Renee!" the panther panicked and fell out of his chair on the couch. He landed with a loud thud onto the ground. "I wasn't expecting you to call."
"Well, forget about me will you?" the cat laughed as she heard the thud from the other side of the phone. "Take me on a date then forget huh?"
Joseph stood up and rubbed his butt tenderly. "Well, no, but..."
"But what?" Renee sounded more concerned.
"It's been six months..."
"Well yeah..." Renee got quiet all of a sudden. "I just wanted to see if you were still interested..."
"Renee?" Joseph said sternly. "Do you know where Mama's Diner is?"
"That little diner on 5th and Main? Well of course."
"Would you meet me up there in about twenty minutes?"
"Sure."
"So you're telling me...you're gay?" The cat questioned the panther. The two were sitting at a booth inside of Mama's Diner.
Joseph stared deeply into his cup of coffee and sipped at it quietly. "Yeah... I guess. I mean I didn't know until that night."
"Well, I bet it was a little frightening when you found out." The cat was doing the same exact thing. She swirled her cup around on the table, careful not to spill her coffee. "I mean, it's a bit of a change." She inhaled deeply. "But, if you are sure, I support you fully." Joseph looked up and stared at the cat. "I mean this doesn't ruin our friendship." She looked at the panther and smiled. "We can still be friends, right?"
"Well of course," the panther bliked a few times. He was surprised, he wasn't sure Renee would take the news so well. "I'm glad you understand." Joseph laughed as he said this. "Honestly I wasn't sure you would react this way."
"To tell you the truth, I'm a little dissapointed, but you don't really...you know...like me that way, so it's not your fault." Renee sighed, but forced a small laugh. She continued to stare into the panther's eyes, a tear falling out of her own. The panther brought up a hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb.
"I'm sorry, I really am." Joseph looked around. "There's plenty of pretty boys out there, just waiting to get their hands on a hot pussy...cat." He laughed.
Renee couldn't help but giggle, "Maybe you should go boy hunting for me." She looked up and winked at a waiter passing by. He smiled and winked at Joseph, swishing his tail and rear end. Renee laughed loudly and Joseph smiled.
"Maybe you should do that on your own." Joseph finished off his coffe and got up. "I'd better get going, I've got someone waiting for me."
"Yeah well maybe we should both hang out sometime, go to a bar or two to find me a guy," Renee stood up and grabbed her coat off of the hanger near the bench. "You seem to be good at getting those."
"Glad to see you remembered when to come in." Mr. Warrington chuckled as Darnel entered his office. He was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and tie and seated on the couch from the previous experience. Darnel looked around, noticing the office wasn't littered with paperwork this time. Instead the desk had been moved out of the way and a large clearing was positioned in the center of the room. Darnel giggled and shut the door behind him, walking over to the couch and sitting next to Mr. Warrington. The fox placed a hand on the wolf's knee and smiled at him.
"I've learned all those moves, just you told me to." Darnel smiled proudly.
"Good, good," Mr. Warrington smiled and rubbed his thumb and forefinger on the wolf's thigh. Darnel looked at the man's hand concerningly, but shook all thoughts from his head. After all, this is his future boss. "Why don't you show me some of those moves?" With that he pulled a small remote from his pocket and pressed a button, music protruding from the stereo system on the shelf nearby. He got up and headed for a panel of lightswitches, pressing a few. The lights dimmed and a pole slid down from the ceiling. "Much better. Show me what you've learned and I'll consider it the end of the interview." He sat back down onto the couch and stared at the wolf. "Just try your best, and I'll critique you."
The wolf just nodded nervously and stood up, walking over to the pole. Darnel quickly picked up the beat and started his movements, swaying slowly to the pulse of the music, letting the heartbeat of the rythm flow throughout his body. He swished his hips and twirled his tail around, swirling around the pole, following all of the moves. He smiled seductively as he unbuttoned and flicked off his dress shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Mr. Warrington adjusted a growing tent in his pants as he watched the wolf flick the button on his pants, undoing the fasten. Darnel slid the zipper on his pants and let the waist of his pants glide off of his hips, the pants drifting to the floor, leaving the wolf in nothing but a pair of jet black breifs that contrasted with his snow white fur.
"Oh, my, you're doing better than I expected," the fox was now rubbing the rather noticable bulge in his pants. Lets see how he reacts in an akward position. He started to undo the fasten on his pants and pulled his rock-hard erection from it's cloth confines. Darnel glanced over his shoulder back at the fox and gasped when he saw Mr. Warrington's 11 inch cock with it's knot fully swollen protruding from his business slacks. He just smiled even broader and bent over, showing off his tight rump while lifting his tail as high as possible. Mr. Warrington began to stroke his erection, pre leaking from the tip, flowing steadily over his plum balls and staining his slacks.
"Am I doing that well?" Darnel giggled as he continued to dance.
"A little too good. I'd be a shame to waste you as just an appetizer, I want to make you a full course meal!" The fox began to pant loudly, Darnel starting to walk towards the him, staring into his eyes the whole time. He slid to the ground in front of him and turned around, arching his back and showing off his tail again. "Oh my god, you have to be one of my strippers. Yes...YES!!" Thick ropes of hot cum began to spurt from the fox's giant cock onto the wolf's back. Darnel felt the cum splash onto his back and he waited until the fox was spent until he turned back around. He knelt down in front of the fox and watched him pant loudly and finally buckle up his pants and regained his composure.
"Have fun?" Darnel chuckled.
"Oh my!" Mr. Warrington cried. "I'm terribly sorry!" He pulled off his tie and began to mop up the semen from the wolf's back. "I can't believe I just did that!"
"Oh, it's okay." Darnel stood up and pulled back on his clothes. "So?"
"Well," Mr. Warrington laughed. "You got the job!"