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Family Business VII

(To read this chapter, you must agree with the disclaimer and copyright posted in the first chapter.)

(Little bit of plot, little bit of fun, and plenty of hawt sex. Hope you guys (and girls) enjoy it... now, read on!)

Cuba was still officially off-limits to American citizens. Almost the entire island was communist, and the rivalries of the Cold War had barely been addressed by administrations in the past. Although there were signs that the new President might change things, it was still technically verboten for Americans--except for some ambassadors and things like that--to visit the Latin island at all.

And yet it seemed that after the shoot, AJ, Jin, and Max might all get to go there. Free of charge, too.

Technically, their likely destination was not Cuban territory, though it was on the Cuban island. None of them had been there before, of course, but Max's father had--just for a few months. According to him, that part of Cuba was as hot, sunny, and oppressively muggy as the rest of the island, and terrorists made even worse company than commies.

The moment Sam checked the news on his phone while he walked back to the ATV with Jenna at his side, he had frozen.

"North Korean spy, American-born Taliban, and right-wing militia member arrested in Malibu, California"--that had been the headline. It hadn't made any sense at all to Sam, and then he'd realized something--and then he'd grabbed Jenna by the arm, tossed her her helmet and then dived back onto his ATV. He then set off for the police station at best speed, swearing the whole time.

He'd been making a jihadi porn video in the privacy of his own home, and his buddies--well, they'd been idiots to go out like that, to be sure--but they'd only been dressed provocatively. What was happening to the status of civil rights in the US? Since when was it a crime to dress like Waziris and make jihadi videos?

The police station in that part of California was rarely ever active. Crime was virtually nonexistent, so the worst the cops usually had to deal with were drunken passersby or tourists that had lost their wallets. Getting involved in international and terrorist affairs--that was certainly out of all the officers' comfort zones. In fact, most of them were fairly skeptical of what was going on.

But the Sheriff had made it clear--the arrested trio was not protected by the Bill of Rights, or the Geneva Convention, or any of the other useless documents Amnesty International always whined about. They were enemy combatants, and were not to be given any contact with anyone until the CIA arrived.

Presumably, they were in some cell in the station, handcuffed and behind a locked door. Max might be praying, Jin was probably swearing, and, by then, AJ was almost certainly in tears and attempting to prove his innocence by pointing at his eyes and trying his damnedest to remember the jig he'd learned to perform back in middle school.

Unfortunately, Max's father was in a secure location overseas, and his mother was scuba diving off of the state's coast. AJ's father was in the air, and Jin's parents were currently involved in a drug deal up in Oregon--that left precisely two adults in the area who were likely to defend the boys: AJ's mother, and Jasmine.

It was Jasmine who had received the call, not from the station, officially, but from a friend she'd made on the force. Immediately she'd tried to get through to Max's parents, and then Jin's--but that hadn't worked out. So, her next move had been to throw on some sunglasses, hop in her car and speed off to Aryana to pick up AJ's mother.

There had been no time to do anything. The minute Jasmine had made eye contact with the Celtic redhead, she'd dropped what she was doing, given control of her restaurant to the shift manager, and jumped into the car as well. They then made the trip to the police station in a time that would have impressed Sam--and now, they were giving the officers present an earful in at least four distinct languages.

Jasmine was a tigress, whereas AJ's mother was a human. But, really, they didn't look that different, particularly to the unfortunate cops forced to take their abuse. They were equal in height and stature, and although Jasmine was wearing a dress and AJ's mother was wearing a business suit, their clothes really didn't matter at that time. They were both yelling at the top of the lungs, switching from English to Balochi to Urdu to Scots fluidly.

Jasmine was plenty aggressive on her own--after all, she was a Quetta-born girl. But AJ's mother, unlike her, had the ability to turn beet red, and with her long, perfectly-trimmed nails--well, it was sometimes difficult for the cops to tell who the real tigress was.

"What do you mean by arresting my son's friends?" Jasmine demanded for the umpteenth time. "They have done nothing wrong, yes? What laws have they broken?"

"Ma'am, your son's friends have been arrested for treason, terrorism, and conspiracy," one officer said patiently. Although he had a few inches on Jasmine--when she wasn't wearing heels--and a hundred pounds, plus body armor, an AR-15, and sunglasses almost as sleek and expensive as hers, he couldn't help but flinch at the tigress's verbal onslaught. "And please, please lower your tone, ma'am--"

"Oh, don't you go telling her to lower her tone, lad," AJ's mother sneered. "You'd better let my son and his lads go right now, or we won't have to wait for my husband to get here; just let me over that desk and I'll--"

"Nay, nay,nay, nay," Jasmine said. She had to move quickly, though, to grab the other woman around the waist to prevent her from attacking the nearest officer. "Calm down, Kerigan--hey, it won't help Amir if you get arrested, too!"

Finally, the Celtic woman stopped struggling, though she was still seething and pacing back and forth in front of the desk, as if to dare any officer in the building to give her an excuse to take them down. Jasmine didn't say anything against that--in fact, it was a good thing, wasn't it, if her friend showed just how--upset with things she was.

The tigress glared at the same officer she'd been speaking to again, and leaned forward so that despite how tense the situation was, the bald, barrel-chested man had to concentrate hard not to let his eyes flicker below her neckline. Jasmine hadn't intended to seduce him--she still didn't--but she noticed what was happening and decided that showing him a little fur wasn't likely to harm her son's friends' chances of getting out.

And besides, if things didn't work out, then she could just cover the place in litigation for sexual harassment, and have her lawyer scream about irrelevance if the officers' defense pointed out that she was a porn actress.

"Look," Jasmine said, in as calm of a tone as she could manage, "did you find any weapons on these boys?"

The officer didn't answer, but he did seem to fidget uncomfortably where he stood.

"No? What about drugs, or other illegal materials?"

Again, the officer fidgeted.

"And, certainly, you didn't find any suspicious contacts on their cell phones."

That wasn't a question, and while Jasmine did suspect that Jin, at least, had a few unnamed numbers traceable to Korea and Mexico on his cell, that didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was the confidence she showed the officer--all that mattered was that she got them to realize that they had no reason in performing their arrests at all.

And, for a moment, it seemed that she was getting somewhere. She didn't smile, but she did start to frown less as the officer's lips began to twitch--excellent. Now, she wouldn't have to plan a joint operation with four other adults to do a jailbreak in Guantanamo Bay...

"Hold on, just a minute..."

That was an unfamiliar voice, but Jasmine knew who was talking the moment she heard it. The speaker wasn't a boots-on-the-ground cop, or anyone else who regularly had to leave the office. Whoever was talking was a bureaucrat who had gotten fed up of doing paperwork and was now high off of his own power trip.

When he stepped into view, Jasmine wasn't disappointed. The human was short, skinny and pale, and with glasses, a pinstriped suit and greasy, long hair, he looked like he'd gotten it about as many times as he'd visited the gym in the past year--zero. But the big, brass badge on his chest made it clear that he was the Sheriff--well. Jasmine knew who not to vote for, come next election season.

She was sneering the minute she saw him, but when he stepped closer to her, the tigress simply crossed her arms and looked at him condescendingly. Surprisingly, he seemed unmoved.

"Ma'am, I don't know who you think you are," the Sheriff said, "but we run a very professional department here. Who are you--are you with the media or something? Let me guess, Huffington Post...?"

"For your information," Jasmine growled, "these are my son's friends that you've arrested. He was making a j--a video, and they decided to take a break without changing clothes--since when is it a crime to wear kameez out of doors?"

"Well, ma'am, for your information," the Sheriff said slowly, thickly, clearly enjoying the feeling of being important for once, "I don't have to answer your questions, as you're not the parent or legal guardian of any of these terrorists. But I'll humor you."

Perhaps he was more ballsy than he'd originally seemed, or maybe he was just stupid, because he walked out from behind the safety of the desk and stood not three inches from Jasmine's face. Although he had to tilt his head up far to look at her face, rather than her breasts, he managed to do so in a fairly aggressive manner.

"Your son's friends are the reason this country is getting attacked. Don't you get it--the DPRK, the Taliban, the Tea Party, all working together--and don't tell me I have no evidence," he sneered. "My best Korean interrogator couldn't understand a word the chink said; it was some local dialect straight out of Ping-Yong-Yang. The Taliban kid--I've seen his kind on the news, blowing up buildings--we're lucky we caught him before he pulled a det-cord out of his ass. And that Sarah Palin supporter--ohoho, I'm gonna have a field day with that one. I even have video evidence of him praying to God for help--no one does that but far-right Timothy McVeighs."

He grinned, maliciously, and then prodded Jasmine's belly with a finger. "So don't pull any ACLU bullshit on me, mamacita. In fact, I can't wait until we find evidence implicating your own so-called hijo_in this--then we'll be able to tie Kim Jong-il, Mullah Omar, Glenn Beck, _and the Mexican drug cartels together. Take note, boys," the Sheriff said loudly to the rest of the cops in the building. "This is the beginning of the end for the enemies of this nation. America, fuck yeah!"

Jasmine blinked, several times. Was this guy serious, or was this whole thing some sort of joke? She looked around for candid cameras, but saw nothing but bona-fide officers with bona-fide rifles, and a bona-fide asshole right in her face. And so she glared, and prepared to bite his head off, perhaps literally--

"I came as fast as I could--Mom, Ms. Khan, what's going on? Did they really get arrested?"

Sam surprised everyone in the building, and that was quite fortunate. AJ's mother was right on the very edge of showing her IRA blood, and Jasmine was right on the very edge of showing her Quetta roots, but both were sufficiently distracted that the entire building didn't explode into a bloody gunfight of uncertain outcome. Jasmine vaguely registered that the female her son had "acted" with had followed him in, but she was too busy smiling at the tiger to notice that.

"Samir, thank goodness you're here," the tigress said. She walked toward her son with her arms outstretched, and that surprised Sam, in a good way--his mother rarely initiated affection like that, so he grinned, goofily, and moved in for a hug--

He never saw the first blow coming. The next thing Sam knew, he was on his knees, being batted about the head and face by his screaming, swearing mother.

"What did you do?! What kind of an idiot did I raise--you let your friends go out dressed like that? What's wrong with you? You ass; you fucking--you floppy camel sphincter! Why can't you show a little brains now and then?! Ah? What are you doing on the floor--who gave you permission to fall down?! Get up, you half-wit--"

The tiger felt himself being hauled to his feet not by his lapels, but by the scruff of his neck. And then, all at once, he was cowering before his livid mother, rubbing his paws behind his back as his tail lashed around with either anxiety or outright terror--was it time to fight? Definitely not. So, it was time to run--

"What are you looking around for? Fix this, this instant!" Jasmine shrieked.

Sam's ears had folded back, of course, and he raised his paws to cower away from his mother in case she decided to hit him again. But she just glared at him, her paws balling, dangerously, into tight, rock-hard fists, and he took that as a signal to go and, as she'd said, fix things immediately. And so, feeling his mother--and perhaps AJ's as well--glaring daggers behind him, the tiger approached the officers' desk and looked at each of them, smiling uncertainly.

"...Hi," he began. "Uh, I'm Sam, Samir Nawaz, and those three guys you arrested, they're my friends--and they're not terrorists, I promise, I--"

The Sheriff was staring at him, and a moment later, Sam was staring back. The human--he looked familiar. Sure, he was wearing a suit, but he was as shrimpy and pale as ever--

"Matt Sorentino? Is that you? Duuuude, how have you been?"

Perhaps Sam had traded more of his neutral or light New York accent for Californian surfer-tongue than he'd realized. But a moment later, he had crossed the distance between himself and the human--and then the two were shaking hands.

"Samir Nawaz; Sammy Sammy Sam," the human said. "What are you doing here? I figured an idiot like you would still be in college!"

The tiger's eye twitched uncomfortably at that. "Still" in college--he was only nineteen. Most people that went for BAs were in school for another three years, at least... He was about to say that he wasn't in college when he stopped himself. He was still extremely reluctant to talk about his career to people that didn't already know that that was what he did, so, for a moment, he simply grinned, searching for words.

"So, you got your degree already? Nice... what did you go for? Business Administration? Computer Engineering?"

"Well, no; I went for... for Criminal Justice... but it's worked out for me fine, right?" the human said defensively. "I mean, I'm the Sheriff of Malibu, California, even though I've never fired a gun, so I'm sure I make far more money than you ever will. No hard feelings about that, alright? I don't want to have to arrest you for assaulting the Sheriff--and glaring is a form of assault, Sam." He looked at the tiger seriously, and for the hundredth time in his life, Sam resisted the temptation to shove the human out the nearest window.

"No, no hard feelings--but hey, listen, Matt, I need you to let those guys you arrested go. They're not terrorists," Sam whispered--and before the human could react to that, the tiger grinned and introduced him to his mother.

"Mom, you remember Matt Sorentino--we went to middle school and high school together. Remember, he's the kid I was always competing with for Valedictorian..." When Sam said that, his mother's eyes flashed with intuition and she hid a smirk, before holding her paw out to the human.

"How do you do," Jasmine said gruffly, yet politely, trying not to crush the human's lithe hand as they shook. "It's nice to finally meet you, Matthew. How did you find yourself in California?"

"Well," the human said, grinning and leading the two felines to a series of chairs set up at the front of the building, "that's actually a pretty big story, Ms. Nawaz. See, after high school, I had a bunch of scholarships thrown at me. Everyone wanted to give me full ride, but I said, 'Nope--public service is for me.' So I enrolled in a--non-traditional school for Criminal Justice, got my degree in a few months, and here I am. Cigars, anyone?"

By this time, the three of them were sitting down. Jenna, AJ's mother, and the rest of the officers in the building were, of course, confused--but there was nothing to be gained by loudly calling, "What the fuck?"

Sam accepted a cigar, though Jasmine and Kerigan turned it down. The two felines made eye contact--and they each knew what was going on. Matt was the kind of guy that absolutely starved for validation and attention, so they were just giving him what he wanted so that he'd end up giving them what they wanted. And so they let the human rattle on for a few minutes about his utterly inane and boring life, before, grinning, Sam exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke and tapped the human on the shoulder.

"Matt, we're having so much fun--hey, how about I go and get some of my friends, and then the six of us can have some real fun?"

"Oh, sure, that sounds great," the human said enthusiastically. "How soon can they be here? I want to tell you all about the time I was fishing, and the worm actually came off my hook. Can you believe that?" He shook his head, grinning, and waited for Sam to answer.

"Uh, heh, well, to be honest, they're kinda--they're already here!" Sam said. "Just..." Damn. This wasn't good. Now, the human was staring at him; he had to think of some bullshit quick...

Intuition hit the tiger, and he grinned. He gently smacked the human's shoulder with his paw--in response, his entire body jolted backward--but Sam was too quick for Matt to complain or throw his striped ass in jail as well.

"I think there's been a little misunderstanding. See, those guys you arrested--they're my friends. It's a... a sort of cultural, religious thing, you know? It's like--whenever there's a major change in your life--like, say you open a business, or get married or something, you and your friends dress like that, and then you all go out to eat or something. I'm surprised you've never heard of it before, Matt--I thought you were all about respect for other cultures."

The tiger tilted his head when he was finished speaking, and narrowed his eyes, just the smallest amount. He wasn't accusing the human, but he was making him feel awkward, and guilty--just a little bit.

Matt adjusted his glasses and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, I don't--I would never disrespect your culture, Sam. You're right; I believe very strongly in respecting noble barbarian heritage. Anyway," the human continued regally, before he could notice Sam's eye twitch again, "your story... seems very likely. But don't you people--aren't suicide vests and machineguns part of your national dress, Sam?"

Now, he looked back and forth between Sam, and his mother. The former tried to glance at the steely-faced latter, who was wondering just what kind of an idiot had nearly beaten her son out for Valedictorian, but he failed, so before Matt could suspect anything, Sam continued.

"Well, I mean, that's perfectly true--not any kind of generalization or stereotype. But even though America has to tolerate my culture, I have to tolerate America's culture, right? Stars and Stripes forever, right?"

"True, true," the human mused. He tapped his lips with a finger, and then suddenly looked at Sam. Now, there was no way to mistake it--he was suspicious. Humorless. Maybe even a little angry, and on the verge of realizing that he was being tricked.

"So, what's the occasion? I know you don't have the brains to open a business, Sam--so, it must be that--are you getting married? Congratulations! Who's the lucky girl--have you met her yet?"

Sam's mind raced for an answer, rapidly--but then, he simply grinned, and raised a paw, pointing at Jenna. He beckoned--and obediently, the tigress approached him and set a paw on his shoulder, smiling at the human without looking him in the eye.

"Salaam alaykum, Mr. Sheriff," she said shyly. "My husband-to-be has said so much about you."

Matt smiled at that, and looked down at Sam just in time to see him plant a chaste kiss on the tigress's fingers. "She's gorgeous," the human mouthed, obviously, before straightening his jacket--he then looked back and forth between both felines, for just a moment, and Sam felt another stab of panic--

"You two look alike. And I know that incest isn't a bad thing in barbarian cultures--how closely are you related?" the human asked.

"Oh, very," Sam said loudly, so that Matt wouldn't hear his mother smacking her forehead with her paw. "She's my cousin--just flown in from Pakistan. Now, let my friends out, I'll see if I can find a _kameez_your size, and we'll all go out to celebrate--what do you say?"

The human was resting his elbows on his knees. Using both thumbs to hold his chin up, he seemed to be deep in thought. His expression was unreadable for a moment, until he grinned and raised a fist into the air. "Tabkir! Allah hu wackber! I'll have them out of here in a jiffy, Sam. You'll just have to sign some papers and pay a small fine for disturbing the peace, and then we'll be on our way. This'll be my first time going out with so many people at once--can you believe it?"

As Matt was saying these things, he'd gotten up and started to walk back behind the desks. By the time he was finished speaking, he was in an elevator and making his way down to the holding cells, where offenders were processed before being shipped off to longer-term arrangements. And so he didn't notice that Sam, Jasmine, Jenna, AJ's mother, and, in fact, many of his own officers all shouted a very emphasized "Yes!" in response to his question.

Sam took a deep breath, then, and looked up at Jenna thankfully. Her rapid, impromptu act had potentially saved them all from a trip to Cuba. But now, it was all over--and now they had an excuse to have a little fun, maybe at Aryana.

He turned to grin at AJ's mother--and his humor was reciprocated. True, the blonde could be a fiery Irish, but she was generally well-adjusted and friendly. Jasmine, on the other hand...

Sam turned to his mother with his ears flat, and waited to be slapped about and insulted again. But the tigress simply sighed, and looked at her claws. Was she hiding a smirk? Sam couldn't tell.

"All's well that ends well," Jasmine eventually said. "But in the future, Sam: homemade jihadi videos stay at home. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now pay the fee to your idiot friend and sign the papers. Then, we'll get going--Jenna, dear, I believe some of my clothes should fit you. Come home with me, yes? Leave that striped--" she bit back an unnecessarily harsh word, and then smiled sweetly at the other tigress. "Sam is in time-out for now. He has to go home alone and think about what he just did, yes?"

"Yes, ma'am."

AJ, Max, and Jin hadn't needed to change, but Sam, Jasmine, Jenna, and AJ's mother did. So did Matt himself, but he'd gone off with AJ and his mother--Aziz and Bashir probably had stuff that would fit him. The rest of the group went to Sam's house via Jasmine's car--Matt took the Khans back to their place in a department cruiser, whereas Sam was forced to use his ATV to go back home by himself--and the four-wheeler was running low on charge. It would take him an additional ten minutes to get home unless he got impatient--then, the battery would fail entirely and he'd have to push it home.

Max and Jin decided to hang out inside rather than out, as they'd already had enough "fun" with the law for some time. Once they were in, each looked at the other and grinned, awkwardly, in a thank-God-that's-over sort of way, though both of them knew that what had happened that day would be hilarious in hindsight.

Jasmine and Jenna went upstairs to change. The older tigress still seemed to be in a cross mood, because she moved with just a little too much purpose--though she was nothing but polite and kind toward Jenna.

The two females made their way toward Jasmine's bedroom, the largest in the house by far. Jenna found herself peeking at the door marked with an anarcho-capitalist emblem--Sam's--but there was no time to see how he kept his living space.

Then again, it didn't really matter. If she was going to be his exclusive mate for two months--well, she wasn't going to force him to be someone else, but she would force him to keep his room more or less clean. Pizza boxes on the floor were fine, for example, as long as they were neatly stacked.

She then realized that she was about to walk into a wall. She quickly corrected her course and followed Jasmine into her bedroom. And as she did, she couldn't help but notice how stunningly beautiful the tigress was, even from behind. Her dress was loose, yes, but she wore a belt around her waist that showed off how slim she was--and how curvy she was as well. Self-consciously, Jenna glanced down at her own chest... she was a C-cup, whereas Jasmine had to be DDs, easy. And her ass--she had a great ass. Jenna knew that her own rump was tight and very cute, as if she was still a sixteen-year-old, but Jasmine's was tight, and toned, yet thick and large at the same time.

It had to be because she worked out so much. Sam had mentioned that--one of the reasons he didn't get to spend much quality time with his mother, apart from sex, was that she was married to the gym.

Regardless of that, Jasmine was far more attractive than Jenna. And that made the tigress feel just a little, well, insecure. Would Sam really stay loyal to her--and if he didn't, could she really blame him, when his own mother was there, ready and waiting at any time with a form several times more beautiful than hers?

It was at that time that Jenna noticed that Jasmine was taking off her dress. The older tigress did so in a single motion; after undoing her belt she'd simply grabbed the bottom of her garment and lifted up, exposing most of her fur to the other female after a brief blast of color.

Damn. She really did go to the gym a lot.

Jasmine's muscles weren't big enough that she was unattractive, like a She-Hulk, but she was certainly on the fair end of simply being toned. She wasn't huge, exactly, but just moving around made Jenna feel intimidated. If things between them came to a fight over Sam, she wouldn't last a minute--

"Is something the matter, dear? You seem distracted..."

Jenna blinked--and then she realized that she'd been staring. And now Jasmine was looking at her, concerned, with her head tilted to the side. She seemed on the verge of closing the distance between them and placing her paw on the fairer tigress's forehead, but for the moment, she simply stood there, in her black lace lingerie, with her head tilted to one side. Even like that, she looked irresistibly sexy--how on Earth could Jenna compete with a female like that?

The younger tigress forced a smile, though, at least after a moment. "It's just... I can't believe Sam's friends actually got arrested. I've never... known anyone that's been arrested before."

Jasmine nodded, knowingly, and before Jenna realized it, the taller tigress was at her side with an arm around her waist. "Do you want some water? These things can be exciting, I know. But life is sometimes like that--and you need to learn to be cool under pressure, yes? Like me. I reacted rationally and perfectly the entire time, although it was tempting to just yell and swear..."

The tigress paused. Something seemed to occur to her--but she simply shook her head. She gave the younger tigress a friendly hug and sort of cuddled her, just for a moment.

"Anyway, it's a good thing you were there, Jenna. It would have been difficult if you'd simply left after the shoot." Jasmine tilted her head the slightest amount--come to think of it, why hadn't Jenna left after the shoot? She seemed to have been with Sam, but why on Earth was that?

Had he made a new friend? Well, that was certainly an accomplishment, and a rare one, for her son. She smiled, and kissed Jenna on the side of the head. It would be nice for Sam to have another South Asian friend.

"Come--let's get dressed. And don't be so shy," Jasmine teased, nodding at Jenna's clothes. "We're both females, and there's no one looking at us--"

"Hey, Mom, what's going on--oh, uhm, hello," said a voice from the door--but it wasn't Sam's. Jenna turned to see another tigress, shorter than her but very curvy indeed, and perky. She was a D cup, and although she wasn't as toned as Jasmine, she had a sweet, thick rump; Jenna could see that despite the jeans the short tigress wore. But who was she?

"It's a long story, Sara," Jasmine sighed. "Oh--this is Jenna. You remember, she was over for the shoot earlier. By the way, how did your scene go?"

"Alright," Sara said. "Afterward, we went to a bar, but the guys were such airheads--I ducked out early. Dunno if they noticed it. So, how come Max and Jin are dressed like--like that? Are they going to play airsoft, or something? They wouldn't say anything to me."

By this time, Jenna had gathered that this was the other female, the other tigress that Sam usually spent time with--his sister. She looked hard for any resemblances between Sara and her brother, and only after a few moments was she able to see a few similarities between them.

"I'll tell you in the car," Jasmine replied. "Are you in the mood to go out with everyone? Max, Jin, Samir, Amir, Amir's mother, some idiot from Samir's highschool, and us... we're just going to go eat somewhere, but you have to dress in a salwar kameez. Interested?"

Sara took only a moment to think before she grinned and held out a thumbs-up affirmative. She then made her way off to her room, just as Jenna began to meekly undo her own clothing. Her ears were flat as she and Jasmine, both half-naked, began to go through the elder tigress's ethnic clothing to see if they could find anything that fit her. Could she really compete with Sam's original females, when she was only a 5'6", fair-furred C-cup?

Perhaps predictably, Sam had ended up losing patience with his ATV. He'd known from the beginning that its engine was experimental, and that there were a fair number of bugs that had to be worked out--but that didn't stop him from hissing and swearing as he pushed the four-wheeler the last hundred yards back home. If his father was still around, he might have laughed and said that doing annoying things like that built character, and that thought made Sam hiss and swear even more.

He followed his entrance into his house with a call of, "I'm home!" that wasn't readily answered, but he expected that. His mother was changing, and he knew better than to disturb her when she was doing that--unless sex was on his mind. Besides, Jenna was with her...

Thinking about the younger tigress calmed Sam down a little bit. He got off his shoes and loped up the stairs to his room--he probably didn't have to hurry, but supposing he took even longer to prepare to go out than his mother and another female, he'd never, ever hear the end of it.

And so Sam began to look through his closet. He shoved past the sizeable gun locker, and the boxes of spare computer parts and ammunition and rum and marijuana seeds and made his way to a few neatly-hung racks of clothes that he'd barely worn since he'd started his career in the adult industry. He selected one outfit--a simple kurta_shirt with baggy _salwar pants. The former was light beige, and the latter was a sort of slate gray, and both went nicely with the sandals the tiger selected, as well as a single, knee-length red embroidered vest. Just like that, after throwing on some aftershave and making sure that he had his phone, watch, wallet, and condoms--no, he threw those away; he wasn't going to "get lucky" with anyone that wasn't already on the pill.

He was ready.

Or so he thought. He glanced in the mirror, and saw his short, brownish-red hair--and then groaned.

"I'm not wearing a turban. There's no fucking way I'm wearing a turban," the tiger grumbled. "Maybe I'll wear a thing like the Saudis do--damn it, no, I'm not an Arab--but there's no fucking way I'm wearing a turban. There has to be at hat that matches--a beanie? A baseball cap? Cowboy?"

None of the above, apparently. None of the hats Sam then tried on really went with his outfit until he got to the very last one, a folded white skullcap that, impressively, didn't make his head look too big, too small, or misshapen. He put it on, shook his head a bit to make sure that it would stay on. It did, so, satisfied, Sam checked one last time that he'd forgotten nothing before making his way downstairs.

He really hadn't needed to hurry that much at all. He knew better than to go and bother Sara or Jasmine by asking them when they'd be ready--if he annoyed his mother, she was likely to throw something at him, whereas Sara would just get curt, angry, and abrasive with him. She was generally quite friendly, and quite submissive when it came to sex, but Sam always knew to toe the line around her, otherwise she could, in fact, remind him that she was the older one of them, and that if they had to take a conflict to Jasmine, she'd almost certainly get her way in the end.

And so Sam simply sat on the couch. He texted Max and Jin, unaware that they were playing table-tennis not fifty feet from him in the garage with no reply, and AJ was off the grid as well. For the first time in several weeks, Sam didn't have anything to do--no obligations, no responsibilities, no upcoming deadlines, and no desire to relax. He turned the TV on and flipped channels for a few minutes before idly watching NatGeo--he had nothing better to do.

He sat there grumpily for about fifteen minutes, complaining to himself about the various annoyances in his life at that time. Practically the moment he'd started to give his life even the semblance of order, he had to deal with more bullshit.

Maybe it was just better to live day by day. There was a lot less pressure like that...

Sam's ear flickered--someone, or a group of someones, was approaching him, walking down the flight of stairs adjacent to the kitchen. That would be his mother and his--he didn't quite consider Jenna his girlfriend. She was more like his... temporary, exclusive mate. But that was odd--as the tiger stood up and went to go around greet the two females, he swore he heard _three_pairs of feet rather than two.

And then he saw that Sara had come back home, at some point. She'd changed and showered in the time it took the other females and Sam himself to get ready and even then she wasn't damp--but that's how it had always been. Sara had never required very long to go from just-rolled-out-of-bed to drop dead gorgeous. Sam acknowledged all of this to himself, but only in the most subconscious part of his mind.

Because Jenna, Jasmine, and Sara together, dressed the way they were and perfumed, with the slightest amount of makeup on their pretty striped faces--they were to die for.

Jasmine was wearing an olive green outfit with a long, khaki-colored shawl around her shoulders and head. She had a big leather purse, and with cherry-red lipstick and sleek sunglasses, she looked like an incredibly sexy, feminized, Pakistani James Bond. Although her muscular build and feminine curves were mostly hidden from view--by design--Jasmine was simply too curvy to look past.

Sara, on the other hand, didn't wear anything around her head. Her inky black hair freely fell down her back, somewhat past her shoulders, but she did wear a length of silky cloth over her shoulders. She wore simple jeans and a blue kameez, and she'd used a more subtle, pink shade of lipstick to accent her sweet, full, kissable lips. Like her mother, she wore heels, although hers were not as pronounced.

Jenna, though--once Sam saw her, he didn't want to look away. The fair-furred tigress had used blush, just to highlight the fluffy softness of her cheek, and her outfit was the most appealing to Sam by far. She too wore jeans, and the sneakers she'd come to Sam's house in, but her kameez matched Sam's perfectly. Unlike Sara, she'd chosen to wrap a simple translucent shawl about her head, hiding her dark, wavy hair. But like Sara, she'd elected to use a very subtle shade of lipstick, plus mascara to highlight the distinctive patterns of stripes on her face.

"Well... how do you like us?"

Sam wasn't sure who'd said that. He blinked, dumbly, and was about to nod when the three females all turned around for him, slowly, so that he could admire their bodies, their clothes, and their silky, soft, lighter-than-air hair waving through the air behind him. He licked his lips, still staring, and was about to answer when Sara laughed and gave him a hug around the chest.

"Aww, he does like us. What's the matter, little bro? Shy?" The tigress tried to pull him in for a kiss, but before she could, Sam gently gripped her forearm with his paw and addressed her, as well as his mother and Jenna.

"Nah, it's just... you three are beautiful." He said that as sincerely as he could--and so Sara blushed, and so did Jenna, and if Sam didn't know better, he'd have said that Jasmine had as well. He made sure to look over all three females as he'd said that, but at the end, he held his gaze on Jenna for just a second longer than he had to his mother or his sister.

"I'm a Hell of a lucky guy," the tiger said. He grinned, and stood up at his full height, straightening out his vest. He smiled at Sara, but then slipped away from her to wrap his arm around Jenna's waist--and then, the four tigers made their way into the garage.

Once they were there, they, Max, and Jin got into two vehicles, called AJ to let him know that they were on their way, and then hit the roadways of Malibu, California. Max and Jin's car was talkative--the two friends were discussing the next generation of LSD derivatives, but the all-feline car behind them was silent. Jasmine was driving, Sara was in the driver's seat, and the both of them were watching Sam and Jenna in the back seat, always quiet, always stealing glances at one another, always holding hands.

The late lunch/early dinner at Aryana was fun for all parties that attended. That afternoon, the human that had attended highschool with Sam got in more social interaction than he did in the average month, and by the time the meal was coming to a close, he actually started to become somewhat normal. He even seemed to strike a friendship up with AJ, despite the slight misunderstanding between them.

Jasmine and AJ's mother sat across from one another at the far end of the table, the matriarchs of the group. For the most part, they enjoyed how much fun the kids were having, while reminiscing about their own childhoods.

Max and Jin were the least comfortable of the bunch. That day was a slow day in Aryana--the only people that were there were from the Afghan, Pakistani, and Indian populations from the nearby city. Therefore, the wolf and the white tiger were the only non-South Asians there. But they too had fun, hanging out with one another and Sara.

Jenna and Sam were at the far end of the table, and now and then they both became aware that a large amount of attention was on them. The public display of affection code at Aryana (only married couples with more than two children were allowed to hold hands--everything else was off limits) was enforced with no exceptions by AJ, though, and that helped. It made for less chatter and speculation, and Sam found himself glad that while he was somewhat famous, he wasn't quite so popular that paparazzi were likely to trail him 24/7.

She was really a nice girl--she wasn't too talkative or too quiet, and she was smart, and, stunningly, she and Sam shared interests outside of their profession. She enjoyed fast vehicles and guns, and she said that she'd used to be a fan of FPSes--she only quit gaming when college began to take up more and more of her time. She spoke Hindi fluently, and she mentioned that, really, it wasn't that uncommon for Kashmiri girls to settle down with nice Pakistani guys...

At least one and a half hours passed until the meal was finally finished. When it was, it was already evening, although there was about an hour or so of sunlight left. The large group made its way outside, and then it was time to break apart and head home. At some point, it seemed that Matt had either realized or been told that the entire thing was a ruse to get him to release his newfound friends, but he laughed it off and admitted his mistake.

Now, at last, it was time for Sam and the three stunning tigresses of the group to go home. This time, he drove with his mother at his side--that meant that Sara and Jenna were in the back seat, giving them their first chance to interact that evening.

It was the shorter female who initiated things, by glancing at the tigress at her side and smiling.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but it's hard to believe you're a, you know, actress," Sara said. "I mean, you're smart. I gave up trying to talk to the other females Sam has to work with a long time ago..." Sara shook her head and winced, before grinning along with Jenna.

"The actors aren't much better," she agreed. "I always wonder how they get to be so good in bed--no one I know would want to talk to guys who walk around with holes in their shirts, so you can see their abs. And they're always trying to--to get you to be part of their harem, or something. No thanks," Jenna said, shaking her head. "Once the cameras go off, I'm gone."

"Except for now," Sara pointed out. "I guess Sam convinced you to join me and Mom, huh?" she grinned. "How'd he do it?"

Jenna blushed, shaking her head. "That's not it. He just shook paws with me after the shoot, took me out to lunch... ...and we agreed to be exclusive mates for two months."

The bombshell had to be dropped at some time, and perhaps it was best that Jenna did it without thinking and feeling the anxiety and nervousness associated with wondering how to best break the news to Jasmine and Sara. True, Sara's eyes widened and her jaw dropped a little, but at least Jasmine was too busy scolding Sam for this and that to notice as well--

"Two months? That's... quite some time," Jasmine said. She turned around in her seat and looked from Sara to Jenna. The muscular tigress seemed to stare at the latter for a long moment, as if analyzing her. It was true that Jenna seemed to be a perfectly nice girl, but she had expected for Sam to ask her permission--and for her advice--when he looked for a female to have any kind of relationship with. That he didn't caused Jasmine to shoot him a glare, for a moment, before giving Jenna an accepting smile.

"Congratulations, dear," she said. "I hope things go well for you. My son has his flaws," she said, causing Sam's ears to flatten, "but... overall, he's a good boy. Treat him well, yes?"

Jenna was nodding before Jasmine was finished speaking. "Yes, Ms. Nawaz, definitely--"

"Call me Aunty, please. 'Ms.' makes me feel old."

Jenna had to smile at that. Jasmine might have been a fetish porn actress--like her--but the both of them were still Indo-Pakistani. There was no such thing as a "Mr." or "Ms." between them--just "Uncle" and "Aunty".

"Yes, Jasmine Aunty. I'll be very nice to Sam."

The way she said that was not euphemistic, but Sam was still a teenager--he couldn't help but start to think of all sorts of things, involving baby oil, and lit candles, and several exhausting hours together in the darkness without having to worry about cameras.

"Wow, two months..." It was Sara who said that, and that made Jenna turn to her, hoping for approval. After all, in a manner of thinking, Jenna was "stealing" Sam from her, although Sam's family had never made any sort of promises to one another.

Sara shakily smiled, after a moment, and gently patted Jenna's knee with a paw. "Well, I hope it goes well for you and the cub, then." She paused--and, just like that, shifted from a female whose brother-with-benefits had been snatched from right under her nose to a concerned older sister.

"So, uhm, tell me about yourself, Jenna," she said. Unlike Jasmine, she hadn't interviewed Jenna to make sure that she wasn't just a rabid, crazy, and potentially dangerous fan of theirs--she knew virtually nothing about the fair-furred tigress next to her, besides that she'd done some sort of jihadi fetish scene with Sam. "Do you do porn full-time, or...?"

"I'm going to UCLA as a pre-med student... I want to be an MD. Maybe a surgeon," Jenna said, and she could see that Sara was impressed.

Most porn actresses either didn't have other occupations, or they just did porn part-time while trying to climb up the corporate ladder by flipping burgers. Sam, of course, escaped his sister's harsh analysis. After all, he took care of their editing, uploading, and tech-related stuff by himself. He also helped manage their money, a little bit, but it was Sara who did most of that.

"UCLA? I go there, too," Sara suddenly said. "I'm in the MBA program... that's why we haven't seen each other." She paused, a little bit--and then decided that there was nothing wrong with being cordial with her brother's--she twitched--exclusive mate. Just for two months, anyway.

"If you want... we could carpool to campus, tomorrow. I usually leave at about nine, and come back home by three. We can do that--that is... if you're staying the night..."

Sara looked from Jenna to her brother, without noticing that her ears, generally perked up and active, were slowly starting to fold back. When Jenna nodded, Sara had to look away and sigh for a moment.

"That would be great; thanks... Sara, right?" Jenna said. She tilted her head--the other tigress seemed a bit sad, or lonely, but it couldn't be that she wanted to be with Sam, could it? After all, Jenna knew that Sara could, and did, find compatible sexual partners apart from him.

A moment later, though, Sara simply grinned at Jenna, and nodded. "So, be ready to go by nine... and we'll probably leave by three. Is that alright?" she asked.

What Jenna was thinking, though, was how much time she--and Sam--had until she had to sleep. And how much time they'd have after she was done studying the next day. After a second, she had her answer--and it made her eyes widen a little.

Maybe that was a little too much time. She didn't want Sam to split her in two, after all...

After reaching home, Jasmine had realized that the house was running out of a few essentials. There was plenty of meat in the fridge and freezer, but some other foodstuffs were missing. They were running low on rice, pasta, and all sorts of other delicious eatables that made her son and daughter smile.

It was time to head to the grocery store.

Of course, Jasmine could have had everything they wanted and needed delivered to the doorstep. Beyond that, she could have hired a maid or butler or some other type of servant long ago, but that was one thing she would never do. She enjoyed being able to take care of her own household--although Sam was forced to mow the lawn and do a few other chores, it was mostly Jasmine who kept things together--and that wasn't going to change.

And so the tigress made a brief list--in her mind--and made her way upstairs to change. On the way, she saw that Sara was preparing to turn in early--the short tigress had unconsciously left her door half-open, in the hopes that if her brother (or mother) saw her facing away as she took her shirt off and posed in front of the mirror, ensuring that she was maintaining her ideal weight, she might get a little spontaneous action.

Jasmine was tempted, honestly. But she just rapped on her daughter's door with her knuckles and cooed to the younger tigress, as she always did. "I'm going shopping, alright, baby? Give me a call if you need anything, or if your brother troubles you, yes?"

Sara turned around, rolling her eyes. She folded her arms across her belly, and smiled at her mother. "I'm twenty-one years old, Mom. And Sam's not gonna bother me tonight..." She looked distant, for a moment, before smiling again. "I'm gonna turn in early tonight... so, see you tomorrow, Mom."

Jasmine beckoned to the younger tigress, and a moment later, mother and daughter shared a brief but affectionate hug. For her part, Sara snuggled against her mother, just a little, and Jasmine stroked the fur on her baby girl's cheek just a little but more than she normally did, before the two felines broke apart and went their own ways. Neither of them wanted to say what was on both of their minds.

Twenty minutes later, Jasmine was in a supermarket. Now, she was dressed normally, in jeans and a longsleeved, fitted shirt. She was also wearing glasses to correct her farsightedness, so that she could read the prices and nutrition labels on the items she was picking off the shelves.

She'd let her hair freely hang down to almost the middle of her back. Idly, she gave it a stroke when several strands threatened to approach her face, and that made her smile. Although she was definitely proud of her body, her hair made her proud as well. Although she was over forty years old, her hair was still thick and perfectly dark brown--there wasn't any gray in it, anywhere.

Although most of the items in the basket she was carrying were of extremely high density, she handled it like it weighed nothing. Engaging her bicep so that she could maintain her balance while she reached up to the top of one shelf to grab the last can of tuna, Jasmine unconsciously struck a certain trademarked pose--

"No way... Jasmine Nawaz?"

The tigress blinked--grabbed the can and put it in her basket--and then turned to the person who had addressed her.

He was at the opposite side of the aisle, and, all at once, Jasmine was stuck by how normal he looked. She was a tigress, exotic and very rare in the States, whereas the male staring at her with his mouth half-open was a calico cat of some sort, with green eyes and blotches of orange and black on his otherwise white coat. She couldn't guess his age, immediately, but she supposed that he was a twenty-something, either freshly out of college or simply finishing his education up.

All this registered to her only secondarily, however. She'd been recognized, and that rarely happened. Maybe it was because on camera, her face rarely had a neutral expression on it, or maybe it was simply that she was recognized a lot, but no one dared to speak to her. Perhaps they assumed that she was as dangerous to the general public as she could be to her own son, and their recent "fight" scene at the faux-restaurant had only emphasized that reputation.

But this guy had recognized her. And, by that point, there was no use playing dumb, and so Jasmine walked toward him, rapidly, mentally making a note of his appearance--just in case she needed to file a restraining order. Six feet tall, slim build, leather jacket, jeans--and easily intimidated. Although she was still twenty-some feet away, the calico had leaned back, visibly, and even then was unconsciously looking around for a rapid escape in case she attacked. And, to be honest, that contingency was not entirely out of Jasmine's mind.

When she got closer to the calico, however, she walked a little more slowly. She even sashayed, a bit, setting her shopping basket down so that she had both paws free--and then, she was right in front of him, looking him up and down fiercely.

"Yes...?" she said coolly, as if daring him to reply.

And, after a moment--he did.

"Oh, uhm, hi--wow. This is really something, I never figured I'd--I mean, heh, you're here, and I'm here, and wow--I mean, I'm Maverikat. Call me Mav." The calico grinned, goofily, practically sweating where he stood, and extended a paw.

Jasmine looked at it, for a moment, before simply folding her arms and almost glaring at the male feline, who, reluctantly, withdrew his paw and fiddled with it for a moment--should he put it in his pocket, or leave it out, or what, or when, why, where--

"Hello, Maverikat..." the tigress said smoothly.

"Your mother has an interesting sense of humor."

He blinked at that--and then laughed, a bit dumbly. "Ah, heheh, no--I mean, Maverikat's not my real name. I'm... Marvin. People used to call me Marv, which became Mav, which became... you know." He tried to grin, but Jasmine did not seem amused--and so his ears flattened. She really was as cruel off-screen as she was on.

"So, I mean--wow," the calico said. He stepped back from Jasmine, and made no pretense of hiding what he was doing. He looked her up and down, slowly, and tried to circle around her to do the same to her back. But she stopped him, simply by turning and stepping forward, aggressively, so that he realized what he was doing and sharply stepped away. He winced again, and tried to resist the instinct to run, at least for another few moments.

"Sorry about that," he said. "It's just... I've been watching you almost since the beginning. I heard about Sam and Sara's first scene, and when you started to work with him, I saved up as fast as I could and then bought premium membership to your site. You know, before it became Extreme Insiders, and you had to pay per month..."

He cleared his throat, and grinned, just a little nervously. "Now I'm a little more secure, financially... so, I have everything from you guys, literally. Even the extended-edition DVDs that cost $80 apiece. And--Sara's great and everything, but you're definitely my favorite porn actress... ever... ...Jasmine?"

The tigress's expression was unreadable. But over the course of the calico's monologue, she'd grown less intense. She'd lowered her arms, and started to look at him not like some creepy, pornography-obsessed loser, but rather as a loyal customer--and a bit of a flatterer.

But still.

"Call me Ms. Nawaz, Marvin. Please," she added, mostly as an afterthought.

And the calico was only too happy to nod, rapidly, and comply. Clearly, he was glad that she was talking to him at all.

"N-no problem, Ms. Nawaz," he smiled, inadvertently stuttering--he was still quite nervous of the muscled tigress indeed. Although he was fit and taller than her--barely--he knew that if she wanted to literally take him apart, he would be unable to stop her. And so he just grinned again, nervously taking a step away from the dangerous female.

"So, umm... what are you doing here?" Mav asked. "Just... shopping?"

Jasmine nodded. And although Sam may have caught the flicker of humor in her voice, Mav did not. "Yes, Marvin. Pornography families have to eat as well, you see," she pointed out--and a moment later, the calico took it as a joke. He laughed, and relaxed the smallest amount.

"I'm just surprised to see you out and about with, you know, normal people. I read your blog every day, and it's just weird. You basically only talk about fu--work," he corrected himself, unsure of how the tigress might react to bad language. "Sometimes there are little things about the weather, but that's it. It's like you try not to let your personal lives get out in the open."

"That's exactly it, Marvin," Jasmine said. "I told Samir the first day he started to post on the forums that it's not a good idea to be too open. We don't work in a safe industry," the tigress pointed out. "There are stalkers, sociopaths, rapists, the obsessed, the insane... Whenever we go out together, or somewhere where we might be recognized, we bring bodyguards," Jasmine said. "Even now, I have to be armed. In case you decide to be stupid... but you aren't stupid, are you, Marvin?"

She smiled at him, dangerously, and allowed one paw to flicker an inch closer to her waistband--but the calico didn't challenge her. He just took another step back, and nervously shook his head, trying to grin again.

"N-nope, not at all. But... seriously, bodyguards? That's really a shame. I know I came up to you, but, I'd never think about, you know, touching you, or hurting you. Unless you asked."

The calico's eyes widened a second after he said that, and he truly, seriously wished he could have bitten those words back. Marvelous, now his wise-guy tongue was going to get himself stomped to the ground, shot, arrested, thrown in jail--

But after staring at him for a moment, Jasmine simply giggled, girlishly, before covering her mouth with a paw and clearing her throat. She faced him, trying to maintain a serious expression for a moment before she simply smiled--and then made the calico's eyes widen even more when she took his paw into hers.

Jasmine's appendage was feminine indeed, in the sense that it was petite, soft, and well manicured. But he could tell the amount of raw, animal power behind her grasp could easily crush his paw to a pulp if she wanted to--but she didn't want to. She just wanted to hold his paw, it seemed--but all too quickly, she let go, before the calico could hold her paw in return.

She was still smiling, at least. At least, a little bit. And... she was glancing at the sleek, silver watch on her wrist...

"Think about that as your reward for being a loyal customer, Marvin. It's nice to have met you," she said, "but I have a family to feed. I'll see you around--"

"Wait--"

Maverikat had reached out to the retreating tigress's paw, after she'd turned on her heel, giving him a view of her sleek, somewhat wavy brown hair as it was thrown through the air. The sight alone, in real life, made him almost purr, and that was without the smell--sweet, subtle, and vaguely flowery. But a second later, he'd realized she was walking away, and so he'd dived forward.

Somehow, he stopped himself from doing something that would have gotten him an ironclad fist to the face. He managed to make it seem that he'd just stumbled, so that he could dash around to be in front of Jasmine, once again facing her.

But now she was somewhat annoyed. She didn't fold her arms, this time--she just leaned forward, aggressively, and slowly began to close her paws into fists as Mav struggled to think of something to say--

"I--uhm, I want to have sex with you," he finally said. "Really, really badly."

That didn't impress her. He hadn't been the first strange male, and he certainly wouldn't be the last, to confess to wanting her within minutes of meeting her. He realized this a second later--and so without knowing what he was doing, he continued on the same line of conversation, desperate to avoid a restraining order or a kick to the skull.

"I'll pay you," he said--and that surprised him, but it seemed to make Jasmine's head tilt to the side as she began to consider his proposition. So, he kept going.

"I'll pay you a lot," Mav said eagerly. "Just have sex with me, at, uhh, my place--"

"Not a chance, Marvin," Jasmine said coolly. "It will be at a cheap motel... of _my_choosing. Understand?"

"Yes--wait," the calico said, taken aback. "So, you mean that you will...?"

The tigress nodded. She wasn't smiling, exactly, but she did seem--not amused, but actually somewhat happy to do well by a loyal fan of hers. She stroked her hair with a paw, and then knelt down for a moment to pick up her shopping basket. In the process, her face was placed at the same level as the calico's crotch, although her snout was still at least two feet away from him--regardless, when she realized this, she grinned up at him with a wide, teasing smirk.

And then she was on her feet again. Maverikat's eyes were locked onto hers, and he was lost for words, even as she gripped his shirt by the collar and suddenly tugged him in close, so that she could speak directly into his ear.

"I will have sex with you, Marvin," Jasmine said hotly. She paused for a moment--and then the calico felt his soft, finicky ear press flat against his head, or attempt to, as the tigress caught it in her teeth for just a moment. "But it will cost you $15,000. Understand?"

"Fifteen thousand--" The calico's voice broke off into a sharp, aroused gasp when Jasmine began to nibble at his ear, gently, slowly, with only a taste of the skill he knew she had. Oh, how badly he wanted to touch her, to do so much more with her...

"Alright, alright; $15,000--is a check okay?" he asked--and he felt her nod, tugging his ear up and down with the motion of her head.

And that made Maverikat feel relief and terror in equal parts. Sex with Jasmine Nawaz--that was a dream come true! Now, if only he could get it on film to show his friends (and to masturbate to)--but she probably wouldn't let him do that unless he paid her even more. Maybe if he just flicked his cell camera on halfway through she wouldn't mind.

But $15,000... that was a lot of money. It would put him back at financial square one...

"Fifteen grand is a lot," the calico managed to say. "C-can't you give me a deal, Ms. Nawaz? I mean, I'd have to start saving for a car all over again... and I am your biggest fan..."

The tigress seemed to think about that for a moment. After a moment, she released Maverikat's ear from her teeth, and faced him. At some point, she'd placed her forearms on his shoulders and even then, she stood with her paws locked behind his head and her hips cocked. He found that incredibly sexy, of course, but she found it functional. One wrong move, and she could turn his face into hamburger meat with her knee.

And then she nodded. "Alright," the tigress said. "I'll give you a great deal. $15,000, but I'll pay for the motel, and I'll even drive you there. As for how you get home... well, that's your problem, Marvin. Yes?"

He almost winced at that--no, he _did_wince at that. But then when he opened his eyes up to look at Jasmine, he saw nothing but determination and resoluteness in her almond-shaped, brown eyes... her almond-shaped brown eyes that he'd adored since the first moment he saw them.

The calico sighed. "Oh, well," he thought. "There goes that shiny Camaro..."

He faced Jasmine with as much pride as he could, and nodded. "Yes, ma'am. That sounds like a great deal to me."

"Good," the tigress replied. She didn't smile--or did she?

She had turned away too quickly, so he couldn't be sure, and the next second she was starting to walk away. She turned to face him over her shoulder and winked, before jerking her head, but she needn't have done that. Maverikat was already following her.

Jasmine responses... were not particularly wordy. And it wasn't because she was nervous. Why would she be nervous? Apart from her son, she'd gone toe-to-toe with the best in the adult industry, and she'd always come out on top, literally. Why on Earth would she be nervous about how she'd perform with a guy like him? True, he wasn't exactly inexperienced, but he was just a skinny little calico. Whereas Sam and the other males Jasmine took on were twice as big as him... in more than one way...

Why on Earth was he thinking such things? Why now, of all times? He was in a car with a beautiful, beautiful MILF tigress, and he was going to have sex with her. Alright, he was paying fifteen gs to do so--but he was going to have sex with Jasmine Nawaz. And it wasn't like he was at all small--in fact, he was above average!... not as much as Sam, but still...

To prevent her from noticing his trepidation, he grinned, and looked around. There had to be something interesting he could say.

"This is, a, uhm, really nice car," the calico said. "BMW, new model... how fast does it go?"

"I'm not sure about that. Samir and some of his friends have done modifications," Jasmine replied. A red light flashed, so she stopped, and turned to face Mav for a brief moment. "So, I don't know."

"Ah. Cool. Modifications. Gotcha."

Damn. Why did he have to sound like a babbling teenager? He was twenty-seven years old, and he'd done well for himself in life. Why did he have to be intimidated by a muscular, voluptuous tigress who was nearly as tall as he was? So what if she had beautiful, soft fur; lovely, dark hair; and skills that had blown his mind even though he hadn't yet experienced them--why did he have to be so nervous?

"S-so, Ms. Nawaz..." He thought for a second--realized he was stalling--and rubbed his paws together just to have something to do. "So, uhm, how did--when you got into the whole porn thing, with Sam... were you afraid? I know it says online that your first scene with him was the first time you'd had sex with him, but you were definitely in control. He could barely last more than ten minutes. It was a great scene," Maverikat grinned. "One of my favorite."

Jasmine grinned. They were moving, again, but that didn't stop her from speaking.

"It's true," she said. "That was the first time Samir and I had sex. I wasn't intimidated--why would I be? He is my son, after all," the tigress pointed out. "Even though he's very large... well, I never felt nervous. I had watched Sara and Samir have so much fun together by then, and Sara's a lot smaller than I am. So I wasn't afraid. In fact, it was my idea that he and I do it." She laughed. "When I said that, you should have seen the look on Samir's face."

Well, at least now Jasmine was speaking freely and laughing. And there were at least a few minutes left until they got to the nearest Motel 6--maybe this could be a good thing. Maybe... Jasmine would come to be friends with him.

"The first time I watched that video, I--err, well, I came buckets, Ms. Nawaz," the calico said. He couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about talking sex to someone he'd just personally met, even though she was a porn star. But after glancing at Jasmine for a moment--or, rather, her sizeable bust--he felt himself grow just a little hot under the collar, and that managed to loosen his inhibitions a bit.

"I didn't even look at Sam once until I'd seen it about... ten, fifteen times," Maverikat continued. "God, you have such an ass--I mean, uhm, heheh, that guy was really enjoying himself. I'm surprised he lasted as long as he did. I doubt I'd be able to."

Just then, the vehicle pulled into the parking lot of the Motel 6 that was their destination. A moment later, Jasmine turned off the engine--but she didn't get out of the car. She just gave her hair a slight toss, faced Maverikat, and smiled.

"I suppose we'll see just how long you can last, Marvin. And, also..." she lowered her voice and leaned in closer to him, gazing up at him sultrily with those big, light brown eyes that Maverikat had fallen in love with years before. He gulped, and leaned closer, as the tigress's tongue ran over her lips--and then he almost jumped back in panic when she caught him by the lapel and yanked him into a somewhat uncomfortable position, purposefully placing his head just next to her breasts.

"Don't use foul language, please. It offends me. Now, that's enough small talk," she said, suddenly switching to a brisk, businesslike tone. She released the almost panicking calico and stepped out of the car.

"Let's fuck."

The next few moments were probably some of the longest Maverikat had ever known. Time seemed to drag by as Jasmine paid for their room in cash, slipping the clerk a wink and fake phone number rather than ID or a bribe. But after that, she glanced at him, and jerked her head--and obediently, he'd hurried to catch up with her as she made her way up the stairwell, and their floor... and eventually, their room.

He acknowledged to himself, vaguely, that he had a condom on him--good. Jasmine was doubtlessly disease-free, but he doubted she'd let him mate her bareback. The thought made his ears flatten, but not much, as he'd only ever gone without rubber on a handful of occasions.

Feeling a bit like a young kitten following its mother, Maverikat meekly kept quiet and trusted that Jasmine would lead him to their shared room for that night. Or... at least a few hours out of the night. Come to think of it, they'd never negotiated precisely what she was going to do--would he get foreplay? Would he get to give her foreplay? How many climaxes was he allowed, and how long could he spend in those lean, muscular arms?

Would she just spread her legs and read a magazine while he finished himself, and then toss him out of the room by the scruff of his neck as she cleaned up?

Come to think of it, that last possibility seemed to be the most likely of them all. But it wasn't too late to back out of this--if he just skedaddled... well, if she didn't shoot him, she'd probably catch him. But that was okay--he'd pay for the room, and her trouble, and then they'd both go their separate ways, maybe after shaking paws or taking a picture together, or something?

But the minute Jasmine opened the door, Mav knew that he had no choice. There was no way he was going to get so close to being with Jasmine Nawaz and then throw the opportunity of a lifetime away, even if it did cost him a car. He saw her push the door open and tilt her head, and so he meekly nodded, swallowed, and made his way into the room.

"Nice place," he said, vaguely, as he looked around, just to get his mind off of how nervous--and excited--he was. The room was small, yes, but it was clean, and quiet, and the bed was big enough for quite a healthy romp indeed. It was a bit warm inside, so the calico took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair before turning around, just in time to see Jasmine close the door.

She faced him, then, with an absolutely devilish expression. The lights hadn't been turned on--and it was then that Mav saw that Sam wasn't the only one in the Family Business who had reflective eyes. Jasmine did as well, and despite how terrifying she looked, just then, approaching him maliciously with a smirk on her face and an instrument of some sort in her paw--he couldn't help but nearly sway on his feet, smiling and purring.

"Oh, wow. I see where Sam gets his eyes from, Ms. Nawaz. God, you're breathtaking..."

That stopped the tigress, at least for a moment. She faced him at a slightly different angle then, by tilting her head, and that caused the ethereal reflection behind her eyes to end. Mav tilted his head in return, trying to get that view back, but he couldn't--and then he became aware of something small, sharp, and dangerous in her paw...

The lights came on, and almost immediately he felt like an idiot. It was just the room's keycard--whew. Then again, he ought to have known better than to worry. There was no way that Jasmine would really hurt him. She never really beat up her son, after all... but then again, she cared about her son. He was just an annoying, scrawny guy that happened to have fifteen grand in cash... he was nothing to her...

Mav hung his head, or started to, but looked up rapidly when Jasmine began to set her effects down on the table the room had been supplied with. She was businesslike and brisk even then; there was nothing remotely slow or intimate to her motions--she just set her purse down, then her earrings, then her phone, her watch, and then cracked her neck, and stretched--and then she faced Mav again.

"So," Jasmine said, sighing as she took off her shoes, then her socks, "what are you in the mood for tonight, Marvin? I'm afraid missionary is off-limits, as are spooning, anything anal, and some other things. Only Samir is allowed to do certain things with me--understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," the calico replied, reflexively nodding--before he realized that her caveats had already eliminated a lot of what he'd wanted to do. He was about to protest--but then Jasmine took her shirt off.

If Mav was an anime character, he'd have been taken to the ER due to a life-threatening nosebleed.

Jasmine was truly beautiful on-screen, but in person, she reduced Mav to a purring, smiling kitten. Although her fur was at least an inch deep, he could see that she had abs, toned abs, and toned obliques as well. Her arms were bigger than his, but she wasn't so muscular that she was off-putting--and besides, there were her breasts. Big, furry, soft, still perky DDs that he'd seen cummed on more times than he could count and yet still not enough. True, they were covered in a black lace bra for the moment, but that only excited Mav more.

He loved exotic lingerie, and it seemed that Jasmine had scoured the aisles of Victoria's Secret, just for him. But then Mav blinked--and realized something. He reached forward, or seemed to, but he simply pointed at the bra.

"JasmMs. Nawaz," he managed to correct himself, midword, before continuing, "I got you that--that bra. I sent it to you about two months ago. It was hard to find something your size, but I did. I never imagined you'd actually wear it... or that I'd actually see you wearing it." Mav grinned, and looked up to make eye contact with the tigress. He was smiling, but not in a perverse way, exactly--he just looked like a truly happy, truly content male calico cat.

And when he looked like that, Jasmine thought, he actually... sort of looked kind of cute. He was making her smile, after all, and that was something that not everyone could do.

"Do you remember... did you get the message I sent with it?" Mav asked--but he knew that he was just getting his hopes up for no reason. He was lucky enough that Jasmine had even received his present, much less looked at it, much less actually worn it--there was no way that she'd looked at the message, much less read it, much less remembered it.

But then, amazingly, she spoke the words that even he struggled to remember.

"'I've been your biggest fan since you started, Jasmine. Please accept this present from me... and know that I kissed the inside of each bra cup before shipping it to you. Signed, M.' M for Maverikat... yes?"

Breathlessly, Mav nodded. He was so shocked that he didn't look close enough to notice that Jasmine's cheeks were, at least for a second, not just white and orange and black. For a second, they were, at least slightly, red...

The tigress gave her hair a toss, returning his attention to her face and not her bra with a flowing cascade of long, brown tresses. And then she stood there, just letting him look at her.

She put her hands on her hips and allowed a confident, somewhat sexual, somewhat motherly expression to come to her face. That was her neutral expression, and although she didn't know it, that was one of the many subtle reasons males flocked to her from all corners of the globe. It made them feel protected, safe, sexual, and aroused all at once, and these effects were particularly well- received by Maverikat. Just looking at her from a few feet away made him smile with lust, comfort, and a desire to step forward, rest his head against her chest, and just hug her...

Although the tigress's next motion was rapid, it was so fluid and natural that even if Mav had noticed it, he wouldn't have been frightened. But as it was, the calico's eyes had nearly glazed over--and so, for him, Jasmine had simply been standing in front of him, letting him examine her gorgeous, mature form at his leisure at one instant. And the next instant, she was in front of him, right in front of him... on her knees.

Immediately, Maverikat stood straight up and gulped. He was blushing, he knew it, but Jasmine certainly wasn't. She was just looking straight ahead, though her head was level with his waist, and fiddling with something--his belt. She was taking his belt off. She was actually going to give him a blowjob...

The calico's paw trembled. He desperately wanted to place it on Jasmine's head and pet her, or at least stroke her hair, or something. But he'd watched enough of her work to know that doing that was a good way to engender a violent response.

"Ahem."

Mav blinked--and then looked down. He made eye contact with Jasmine, and even though she was toying with the buckle of his belt, allowing her velvety, dainty fingers to dance over his crotch in the process, she was 100% business just then.

"So, Marvin, this is how it will go. I'll give you oral as foreplay and then you may mate me... in positions of your choosing. Now, I have to know a few things immediately." She yanked the belt out from around his waist with a single, rapid flick of her arm, and then began to undo his button, leaving his fly be for the moment.

"How many times are you capable of climaxing, what positions would you like to mate me in... and do you promise," she said, eyes flashing dangerously, "that you're completely clean? That you will pass any STD test on the market? I'm willing to trust you a little bit, Marvin, since you're a long-time fan... but if you give me anything I don't want, I will hunt you down. And kill you." She paused. "Or, we could use a condom. It's you choice."

Jasmine had been working on getting his fly undone, but the zipper stuck. She tried to get it loose for a moment, but then she gave up and simply yanked the calico's pants down until they were around his ankles. In the process, she threw the white and green-striped boxers Mav favored askew, peeling one side down far enough to bare the crease between his leg and his groin. She ignored that, however, and simply waited for Maverikat to step out of his pants, doing her hair into a ponytail with a band she'd retrieved from her pocket.

Once the tigress was sure that her long, wavy hair wouldn't get in the way of what she planned to do next, she cracked her neck again and simply rested her paws on her knees. She rolled her eyes a little as Mav, clearly overeager to show his balance and grace and masculinity to her, almost tripped over his own pants and fell on his face. He managed to avert disaster, however, and simply kicked off his pants, and his shoes, before taking his socks off as well.

As he approached her again, he paused, and then pulled off his shirt, leaving him naked except for his boxers. His tail twitched anxiously behind him as he wanted for praise from her that he simply would not receive--it wasn't Jasmine's style to compliment males for their bodies, largely because she'd never been with a male that could bench, squat, or curl as much as she could.

It wasn't that he was bad-looking, though. True, he was very thin--even more than Sam--but his fur was short, neat, and well-groomed. He reminded her a bit of a caramel and fudge sundae with his coloration. He was mostly white, but blotches of brown and off-black here and there broke up the otherwise monotone coloration. All in all, he was actually... sort of a cute little calico. At least, in Jasmine's perspective.

"W-well..." Mav said, embarrassed to be the only one nearly nude, "I, uhm, I'm sure I can go at least twice for you, Ms. Nawaz. And... well, you know I like your--rump. So, m-maybe, reverse cowgirl... and... doggy... style?"

Jasmine's eyes flashed dangerously, but she didn't immediately answer. And so Maverikat continued on to answer her final question.

"And I'm clean. There's no doubt about it at all. I almost always use rubber, and besides, the last time I got laid was... four, five months ago? Plus, I got tested last week, just to make sure... and I'm definitely clean. So, does that mean... I get to mate you bareback?" The calico gasped at the possibility, not believing his luck. He'd imagined that Jasmine would wrap herself in plastic from head to toe before letting him touch her, but now it seemed that... that...

He abruptly forgot what he was thinking as the tigress began to lick around the inside of her mouth. It almost looked like she was hungry, but Mav knew that she wasn't likely to kill and eat him--she was simply lubricating and moistening the inside of her maw in order to make things more enjoyable, just for him. He sighed in pleasure, and gently ground against the paws she placed on his hips. He was still blushing under his fur, and awkwardly unsure of what to do with his paws, but this was really happening. He was really seconds from getting a blowjob from Jasmine Nawaz herself...

"Alright, Marvin," the tigress said quietly, as she began to peel the elastic band holding his boxers against him down, slowly, inch by luscious inch. She looked up at him--grinned--and continued to disrobe him without a trace of nervousness or arousal on her face, just distant, professional interest. "I'll suck on you until you can't take it anymore... and then, when you're ready, I'll let you give it to me like we're both animals. After that... we'll see if you can take the way I ride my men. I don't think you'll last more than a few seconds..."

Mav's ears flattened at that, but before he could feel any real shame, Jasmine had pulled his boxers all the way down to his thighs. Cool air struck his cock, making him shiver just a little, even as he stared down at the tigress before him, watching as she appraised his member. He'd seen plenty of the Family Business's POV videos, shot by Sam--and he knew that he was a good fist-length shorter than the tiger could be. But still, he was a healthy seven inches long with reasonable girth. Wasn't that enough...?

Jasmine saw that her partner was self-conscious without even looking into his eyes. She saw it in his body language--he shook, just a little, when she simply eyed him up for too long, and that left her with a slight problem. She wasn't going to be paid to boost his ego--she was going to be paid to have sex with him, and that was about it. But still, he was a sweet little guy, and it wasn't like he was small by normal standards...

And so the tigress looked up at Mav with those lascivious brown eyes of hers, and took her left paw off his hip, wrapping it around his smooth, circumcised cock. She stroked him twice, hearing him gasp with pleasure, and grinned.

"You don't have to be so nervous, Marvin. You're not so bad looking... and besides... mmm..."

Rather than verbally complimenting his member, Jasmine simply looked at it while she stroked him and purred, deep in her throat. That took effort, because even though Jasmine was barely aroused at all, it usually took quite a lot to really turn her on. She felt him stiffen up in her paw, increasing in size until he was full erect with respectable dimensions. It wasn't that the tigress was impressed, but she wasn't put off or amused, either.

And Maverikat certainly enjoyed what was going on. Even though it was just her paw that was pleasuring him, he was getting sexual attention from Jasmine Nawaz herself. The idea alone was enough to create a stirring in his groin at the most inconvenient of times, and now that she was actually jacking him off, he found it difficult not to collapse to the ground in pleasure.

He wanted to make eye contact with her, but she'd stopped looking up. Was it because she hated the idea of being on her knees before a male and looking up at him? That fit in with her character, and Mav wanted to ask her--but for the moment, he kept his mouth shut and simply enjoyed the affections of her soft, lascivious hand.

She was examining his cock, it seemed, looking at it from all angles--up, down, the sides, all around. It didn't seem likely that she was admiring him... no, it was more like she wanted to see if she could find any parts of Mav's cock which, if stimulated, would cause his pleasure to suddenly peak. She was unsuccessful, so rather than continuing to simply strok the calico, Jasmine proceeded to do what she'd promised to do.

With her eyes shut, the tigress moved her mouth closer, and closer, and closer still to Mav's cock. That made a shiver run up and down his spine; she could feel it. And she could also feel his eyes locked on her. She wasn't sure what he was doing with his paws, but she didn't particularly mind, at least for the moment, because it was of little consequence to her.

When she got close enough that Maverikat could feel her hot, moist, pleasantly-scented breath against his member, she stopped, and looked up at him with a sweet, poisonous smile. Now they could make eye contact, and now she could see the pleading anticipation on his face; all she needed to do was to move a little farther, and--

"Beg."

"Huh?" Mav's eyes widened. What had she just said--

"Come on, Marvin, you heard me," the tigress said naughtily. She grinned, smirking first up at him, and then down at his cock. She leaned forward and stopped jacking him off, and then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and dipped her face down a little farther.

Still looking up at him and holding his cock around the base, Jasmine touched her tongue to the underside of his cockhead as lightly as she could--and then she pulled back and continued to stroke him, lightly squeezing at his member to ensure that he didn't cum too quickly. She could see the longing in his eyes, and she could feel his entire body shivering in lust--but his lips only twitched. He didn't do as she'd said, yet, and so the tigress smirked even more devilishly and stood up on her knees a little bit.

She tilted her head down and collected some saliva in her mouth. Then, stroking the calico slowly, Jasmine opened her mouth and allowed her spit slide out of her maw to give Mav's cock some lubricant--and then she just kept stroking him. She looked up at him again, and gripped his quadriceps quite tightly with the paw on his thigh. He squeaked, but still he didn't do as she'd told.

And so she growled--playfully, she believed--and nipped very lightly at the fur on the calico's pale underbelly, before kissing him, once.

"Beg, Marvin," the tigress ordered. "This is not a question, if you didn't notice." She squeezed her paw around his cock a bit tighter and pressed down, so that he experienced the feeling of entering a tight, hot passage of some sort--and that made him moan.

"Beg me to put your cock in my mouth, or I'll just finish you off like this. And this isn't what you want, is it, Marvin?" the tigress asked. "You don't want me to stroke you off with just my paws, do you? No, you naughty little thing--I know what you want. You want me to give you a blowjob..."

She tantalizingly moved down toward his cock--and then grinned up at him, shaking her head. She could see the disappointment in his eyes, and that was precisely what she lived for.

"But I won't do it, Marvin. Not unless you beg me, and you'd better be convincing about it. If not..."

Jasmine held out her free paw where the calico could see it. She then extended her claws--sharp, deadly, like black daggers--and moved them, ominously, closer and closer to his flesh...

"Please!" the calico said suddenly, caught between shying away from the tigress's claws and grinding forward against her paw--and maintaining what little pride remained in him around her. "P-please, Ms. Nawaz... suck my cock. I need to feel your lips around it--I need you to give me the best blowjob I'll ever have. And then... I need you t-to swallow it. Please..." He ended on a pitiful note, but Jasmine simply looked at him without a trace of humor in her eyes.

Maverikat winced. And then he added, in a low, soft whisper: "I'm... begging you..."

She smiled. And then, she blinked, slowly, and breathed a few times, in and out, just to calm herself. She'd never exactly found it natural to give oral pleasure to any male, except, maybe, her own son.

But, at long last, the tigress began to kiss at the head of his member. Her lips danced along Mav's rigid cocktip, tickling and teasing him right up until Jasmine stroked him more gently, more slowly, and finally, finally began to bob her head up and down around him.

It was better than he could ever have dreamed. Her maw was impossibly warm, wet, and the amount of suction she applied to his throbbing member was perfect. Mav's head arched back in pleasure and before he knew it, he was gently grinding his hips forward, humping Jasmine's maw the slightest amount. When he realized that, he stopped immediately, fearing that even giving her the impression that he was going to try to facefuck her would get him killed.

But she hadn't noticed, thank God. She'd shut her eyes again and was using her maw and paw in unison, stroking up and down the full length of the calico's cock. The sight was almost as good as the feeling, and Maverikat knew that Photoshop couldn't possibly have gotten everything--not the amber light's reflection on her cheeks, or the slight bit of mascara she wore, or her stripes, or her hair--waving, the slightest amount, with the vector of her affections--or the perfect seal her lips made around his member, locking it off from the rest of the world.

The calico felt himself involuntarily shiver in pleasure again, before grinding forward. He moaned quietly--well, it was more of a mew, than anything, but he preferred to think of it as a deep, masculine grunt--and then, panting, he looked down at the beautiful, mature tigress on her knees before him, sucking his cock.

What he did next, he knew, might well get his paw cut off. But he couldn't resist it--and, in fact, he was willing to go through life sans his dominant paw to do what he did next. He placed his paw on the side of Jasmine's face and stroked her, just once, before his thumb traced over one of her beautiful, thick black stripes. He saw her eyes flash open and he drew his paw back like it had been burned, wincing in guilt

"I'm-I'm sorry, I--ahn--couldn't help it," he moaned. She was still sucking on him slowly yet firmly, using her paw and her maw to glide along his not insignificant length, and so he couldn't speak properly. And he definitely couldn't help but precum into her maw, just a tiny bit, giving her a taste of what was to come.

It struck the back of her throat, and bounced off a little bit owing to its great viscosity. Mav's seed therefore landed on the base Jasmine's tongue, so that when she pulled off his cock and attempted to taste his seed, she had to manipulate her tongue a little oddly, looking like a cat nipping on something with the corner of its mouth in the process. All at once, she was cute and beautiful and innocent and experienced and mature and just a little bit wild--and Mav was still having a hard time believing that she was actually attempting to taste his cum. But she was.

She continued to stroke him with her paw as his seed finally spread over the taste buds distributed toward the middle and tip of her tongue. Then, she sort of lolled it around in her maw, a little, looking up at the ceiling. She was thinking to herself, judging the quality and quantity of precum with the skill and interest of the connoisseur. The only question was--would she like it?

The answer, probably, was no. Mav had seen how much Sam could cum, and in the few scenes that had ended with a facial for Jasmine, he'd seen how close the tigress was to being overwhelmed by the apparent strength of his seed. Sam's cum tended to be thick enough to pick up with one's fingers, and although it had been a fully twenty four hours since Mav had lasted masturbated, he wasn't sure that his calico cum was anywhere near as potent as Sam's...

But then, Jasmine blinked, and nodded up at him, grinning. She made a show of licking her lips and swallowing so that he could hear it, as if she truly wanted his cum in her belly, before she leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cock.

"Not bad, Marvin," the tigress complimented. "Very thick... and very tasty. You do watch your diet, don't you?" she cooed, even as she began to bob up and down on him again. Her eyes, light brown and focused, looked either up at him or shut so that she could focus on her technique... and slowly remove her paw from his cock, so that she could please him with her maw alone.

"Y-yes--ahn," the calico moaned. "I, uhm, eat p-plenty of fish, and vegetables, and I don't really drink... or, or eat j-junk food... mmmnn..." His paws drifted forward again, but at the last second, he pulled them back and held them tightly behind his back. That way, they wouldn't obstruct his view... or place themselves on Jasmine's head. If he let that happen, she'd probably grab him by the scruff of the neck and throw him out the window, buck naked.

But it wasn't like he wanted to show his dominance over her. He had no delusions about that--he was paying her fifteen grand, but he was still under her thumb--or her spell, really. She'd seduced him the moment he'd seen those midtoned eyes of hers on screen, as she'd nudged her son onto the bed and then mounted his cock. He wanted... to pet her, more than anything else, or maybe even caress her head in his paws. If she let him do that, then he'd die of happiness, and probably give her a tip big enough to make it hard to pay the bills for the next few months.

He was looking down at her hungrily, he realized, and she misread his intentions somewhat. Because a moment later, she sighed, slightly, causing the cold air out of her maw to strike his cock--and then she took his paw into hers, and planted it on the back of her head. She bunched his fingers up around her hair, and then she placed her paws on the floor before her knees, looking up into his eyes. She'd given him her consent... to mate her face...

For a moment, Mav simply held Jasmine by the hair. He stared down at her disbelievingly--and then he held her still, gently, and began to thrust his hips back and forth, back and forth, slowly, passionately, testingly. Now and then, he'd feel the tip of his cock test the tigress's gag reflex--and whenever that happened, he tried to force himself not to go so far next time. If he took advantage of her in even the slightest way... well, she had her lips over her teeth now. But in about half a second, she could injure him permanently by biting down.

But she wasn't biting down. She wasn't being rough at all, or even particularly dominant. She was just sitting there, on her knees, half-naked from the waist up with her paws on the floor, letting him fuck her face. True, he probably wasn't allowed to go very hard, or fast, or even go balls-deep--but the idea that she was letting him do such a thing to her made his head arch back in pleasure.

"Oh, Ms. Nawaz," the calico moaned. "I c-can't believe you're letting me does this. Thank you, so much," he said. He looked down at her again and then he pressed forward, just a little bit, so that the tip of his cock threatened to slip into her throat--

Jasmine pulled off without gagging, although she didn't attack him or even force him to let go of her hair. And she didn't look angry or even turned off--in fact, the smile she gave him, then, suggested that she might actually be turned on, a little bit... maybe? Just a little bit?

"You really do like me, don't you, you naughty little thing?" she murmured. She grinned up at him, bobbing up and down on his cock again--now, she was going fast, and deep, and if the calico didn't have her hair restrained in his paw it would have been going wild all around her head. Maybe her question was rhetorical--but he answered it like it wasn't.

"Y-yes, Ms. Nawaz. Ummn--I really do, I can't--I can barely masturbate to anyone else. You're amazing," he moaned. "You're so beautiful, and pretty, and--ahn, Ms. Nawaz, you're gonna make me cum--"

He was usually more disciplined. Usually. But when he was with Jasmine Nawaz, the calico didn't have complete control over himself. He barely warned her a second before several successive blasts of sweet, hot cum spilled from his member into her maw, but she was not surprised. She could feel him, twitching and spasming, grinding against her maw--and so she had been prepared for the moderate amount of thick, milky seed he gave her.

Once she was sure he was finished cumming, she drew back from his cock and looked him in the eye. His member drooped before her the slightest amount--but apparently, he was studly enough to remain more or less erect, just for her, and he'd shortly be rewarded for that. Jasmine opened her maw so that he could see his seed, glistening on her tongue--and then she shut her mouth, swallowed, and opened up again so that he could see that his cum had vanished down her throat.

She even licked her lips one last time so that he could see it, stroking his thighs gently with her paws.

"Oh,meow," Mav said. "I mean--wow, Ms. Nawaz... that was amazing. Thank you..."

He was purring by then, a soft, deep sound that shook the calico's entire lithe frame. For a strange moment, Jasmine felt that her vision had gone blurry--then she realized what was going on, and she smiled. And then she felt his paws, pale and somewhat diminutive, stroking her hair and the fur on her face.

He was petting her, and she had no idea why. And to her, it felt neither pleasant nor creepy--just very neutral, overall. She would have wriggled away from him or perhaps told him to keep his paws to herself if he wasn't paying her as much... but, well, he was giving her $15,000 for her services, so he'd get his money's worth.

So, she allowed him to pet her, to run his fingers through her hair and fur. She shut her eyes and lightly stroked his thighs with the tips of her fingers, making sure that he didn't feel her claws at all. After all, he was completely exposed to her, and she didn't want him to feel vulnerable... not right then, anyway.

A moment later, though, the tigress looked up at the calico with those pretty brown eyes of hers. "Are you finished, Marvin?" she asked. "Would you like to spend the rest of the night petting me, or shall we take things to the bed... big boy?"

She leaned forward toward the end of that sentence, so that he could feel the warm moisture of her breath on his member. His ears--and more--perked up at that, and so she knew his answer before he began to nod.

"I want to take you doggystyle, Ms. Nawaz. Just let me--!"

Before Mav could finish his statement, the tigress was on her feet and right in front of him. That was intimidating enough, but then she began to kiss him, aggressively, holding his head in place with her paws and walking him forward, quickly, until the back of his shins touched the bed. She didn't stop, though, and continued pushing forward, so that the calico fell backward, terrifyingly, until his back hit the bed.

His tail had gotten caught in an awkward position until he squirmed underneath the tigress. She was kissing him so passionately he could barely get in a chance to breathe, much less kiss her back--but then she began to slow down when he wrapped his arms around her lower back and hugged her, gently, stroking her rich, furred sides with his paws.

He could feel the muscle lining her form, and that made him purr as well, even as she leaned back to look down at him. He looked hot, bothered, and barely capable of stringing words together--but for her, he managed to.

"You do a lot of deadlifts, Ms. Nawaz... three months ago you said you were up to 500 pounds. Where are you now...?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off, briefly, as the calico leaned forward to lick her from her neck to her nose. She rolled her eyes and used her paw to straighten her fur, concealing the slightest tinge of red on her cheeks in the process.

"500 pounds still, Marvin," she replied. "But for reps. So it's my lower back and rump that you like, is it, you naughty boy?" she cooed--and he nodded, of course, blushing and turning aside. His ears flattened--until she placated him, a little bit, by giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, Ms. Nawaz," he murmured. "I love your sweet--butt." He caught himself just in time and swallowed, still breathing hard in response to her kisses. "That's why I want to give it to you doggystyle... if you'll let me... please?"

He'd forgotten that she'd already given him her consent to that manner of mating, but she believed that he was just asking her again to be polite. And such courtesy wasn't lost on her--she smiled, pleasantly, and gave her hair a toss before shutting her eyes and giving him a more gentle kiss. It could even have been called a passionate kiss, if he wasn't paying thousands of dollars for it.

"Of course, my little Maverikat," the tigress said playfully. "Give it to me hard, deep, and as fast as you can. Let's see if you can make me enjoy it, too..."

She sultrily dragged her self across his chest, trailing her paws after her face. Her chin danced across his crotch and this time, she did allow her claws to flick out, a little, to run deep furrows through his fur. He breathed in sharply as she stood up on her knees and reached behind her back to unclip her bra. A moment later, she'd shrugged out of the lace undergarment, and then tossed it to the side of the bed with her shirt, revealing breasts Mav had drooled over for the past two years--sometimes literally.

Jasmine was over forty, but despite having DDs, she was still fairly perky. This despite the fact that she was all-natural--she used neither plastic surgery nor steroids. Her breasts were big thanks to genetics... and a chest workout regimen that would kill most professional bodybuilders. Sadly, Mav had only a few seconds to stare at those big, sweet tits--because now Jasmine was standing up, turning around, and taking her pants off.

She made a bit of a show of it, after undoing her zipper. She faced Mav over her shoulder and tauntingly pulled her jeans down with her thumbs alone, grinning at him as if she was some sort of slutty cheerleader that he'd just bedded (for free). Her back was bare and even if she wasn't incredibly, Mav would have found that sleek, striped torso incredibly appealing from behind.

A moment later, though, she had taken her pants off as well. Now, she was just wearing a lace thong, of all things, an article of lingerie so exotic that only a porn actress would wear it on a regular basis. It matched with the bra he'd given her perfectly, and hot damn did her ass look hot in it. The underwear was so revealing and Jasmine's rump was so toned that it barely made a difference when she took her thong off, too--except, she threw that at Maverikat, not the floor.

He caught it, and, grinning, tried to hide it away as a souvenir but she just gave him a look that made his ears flatten, and a moment later, the thong too was on the floor. And now, Jasmine was facing away from him again... and she was on all fours with her legs spread apart the smallest amount, so that he could see the perfect, smooth, shaved treasure that lay in between.

Instinct had driven Mav to his feet, and now he was slowly making his way to the position he'd been invited to take behind Jasmine. He reached forward, trembling, and planted his paws on her thick yet tight, toned, striped ass--and resisted giving it a smack, just to see it jiggle. He'd seen her knock Sam to the ground for doing things like that on several occasions, so he just kneaded her, gently, and sort of groped her in his paws. He even dared to grab the thick folds of her fur and flesh in his paws and attempt to shake it for himself--but then he heard Jasmine say "ahem", pointedly--he was to get on with things.

"Yes, ma'am," was Mav's immediate, instinctive response--and it wasn't sarcastic in the slightest. No one had the guts to back-talk to Jasmine Nawaz, except for people with a death wish.

The calico reached down and used his paw to guide his member toward Jasmine's slit. His eyes were so wide that they were almost bugging out of his skull--was this really happening? Was the striped ass his paw was on really Jasmine Nawaz's? Was the sea of wavy brown hair before him really hers--and was that mature, pretty feline face looking back at him with a slight, sultry smile really hers?

There was no mistaking it--it was. Mav was getting a chance to mate Jasmine Nawaz, and even though he'd paid her through the nose for her services, he still feared that she'd boot him out at any time. That meant that he had to get it while the getting was good.

He thrust himself balls-deep into her immediately, and without any sort of warning or foreplay to warm her up, Jasmine did feel his nicely-sized member pretty good, deep inside of depths restricted to her former husband, her son, a very select group of porn actors... and him. She gasped just a little bit, and then simply held still and allowed him to pound against her.

Although Mav wasn't big or strong enough to make her body shake with the power of his affections, there was definitely an appeal to the rapid-fire, shallow way he mated her. She felt almost like a cougar--perhaps a teacher that had seduced a student, or a secretary that had seduced her boss's cub.

She might have put her glasses on, then, just to give Mav a taste of sexual roleplaying--but then he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled against the nape of her neck. Just a few seconds had passed since he'd started to mate her, but already she could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating in time with his heart.

"Oh my God, Ms. Nawaz," the calico moaned. "This is great--you're so tight, I can't believe it, I--"

"What, did you think I was going to be loose?" Jasmine said sharply. "Do you think I'm a slut, Marvin? Well?"

She snickered inwardly to herself--she could practically see feel Marvin's terror. She wondered if she'd gone too far, because for a second, it seemed like he might jump off of her and run off somewhere to hide--but then he just held her tighter and shook his head desperately, nuzzling into her sweet-smelling brown hair.

"N-not at all, Ms. Nawaz! It's just... Sam's so big, and I'm... mew..."

His ears flattened. He knew that he wasn't small at all, but, well, Jasmine's benchmark was her son. Sam was rather monstrous, that was what she was used to... So, really, he was a little... little...

Jasmine accurately guessed Mav's thoughts, and immediately she felt sympathetic. One of the things she'd never done, and never would do, was insult the size of a male's member. Sexual dominance, and assertiveness outside of the bedroom were all well and good--but being a cruel bitch was not. Mav wasn't small, but even if he was, Jasmine would have done what she did next.

She looked at him until they managed to make eye contact, and then she took one paw off the bed and reached down between her own legs, and his, to massage his balls with her paw. She then trailed a lone finger up the girthy underside of his throbbing cock--and then, she licked her paw where he could see it.

"Don't worry, Marvin," the tigress cooed. "You're more than adequate for me. Stop being so self-conscious... you're making me feel very good already... mmmn..."

Now, she didn't have to try to purr, because she wasn't lying. She made eye contact with him for a brief second, before facing forward again and shutting her eyes. There were no cameras around, so she didn't have to force herself to make eye contact with some hovering mass of circuits and wires--she could just hold herself fin the proper position, and enjoy.

"Come on, Marvin," Jasmine encouraged. "Give it to me harder. I know you can do it... come on, baby. That's it... ooh..."

Now, he was starting to give it to her the way she liked it--strong and hard, and maybe just a little roughly. He was pounding her with everything he had, and although the frantic thrusts that had defined Mav's style of mating had died down, Jasmine enjoyed things more now. Now, her body was being bounced forward, in time with his thrusts--and that's precisely what she wanted.

"You're pretty good at this, Marvin," the tigress said. She heard him mew into her hair, or something, and that made her grin. He was still curled over her, nuzzling into her hair and holding her around the belly so tightly that it felt like he would never let go.

"But you can do better. Come on, my little Maverikat," she said teasingly. "Use those sweet little paws of yours... touch me, feel me... make me feel sexy. I know you can do it. I know you're not new at this..."

"Yes, ma'am," the calico managed to answer. "I'm just--ahn--I've never had anyone as good as you... as beautiful as you..."

Heat rose in the tigress's ears, and that was before Mav did as he'd been told. He reached down with one paw and fondled her breasts, frantically, before he managed to catch one of the big, bouncing orbs in his paw. He then squeezed her, either with his fingers or simply by smashing her breast against her lean, muscular chest--God, they felt huge in his paw. Huge, heavy, but remarkably soft.

And her nipples--they were somewhat hard as they pressed against his palm. Mav would have used his fingers on them if he was less of a dedicated fan--he'd read every word Jasmine had written. He knew that she didn't like that, at all, so he just continued to grope the DD cup breast in his paw, nuzzling against her back the whole while.

By this point, the tigress was starting to get into things. It surprised her that she found his affections more than vaguely enjoyable--she actually liked what he was doing. He wasn't humorously overlarge, and that meant that there was never any pain--just an increasing sensation of pleasure as his motions continued. And he mewed now and then--she found that cute, and very endearing indeed.

That was in addition to the affectionate manner that he nuzzled her back. He kissed her, a little, and licked her a lot--and that made Jasmine blink, once, as he lost the energy to roughly pound her and simply shallowly thrusted into her again at a speed that most males could rarely hope to achieve.

Then she smirked.

"You son-of-a-bitch," she cooed. "You really do like me, don't you, Marvin? Not just as an actress, or someone who's giving you sex.... You really do like me."

He didn't answer that, but that was alright--Jasmine didn't expect him to. Her eyes glinted as she realized the additional amount of power she had over him. Now, she didn't just have him by the balls--she had him by the heart, as well.

Maybe this would be fun... if she led him on, a little. That's it--it definitely wasn't that he was growing on her. She was just doing this to have some fun.

With that in mind, Jasmine lowered the upper part of her body until her shoulders were on the mattress. She rested her face against the comforter and looked up at Marvin with a sultry, erotic smile, even as he continued to mate her fast. She paused, for a second, and focused--and then she gave the calico serious eye candy by jiggling her ass as he mated her.

That took his eyes of her face rapidly--and encouraged him to mew again and then rest his chest against her back again.

"That's it, Marvin," Jasmine murmured. "Come on, big boy--give it to me harder, I know you can do it. Give it to me harder--you can make me cum, I know you can. And if you make me cum, Marvin, then I'll love you forever..."

She meant almost none of what she'd just said, but in the passions of sex, Maverikat couldn't possibly be expected to know that. She could picture his ears perking up as he froze, for just a second--and then began to pound her with renewed purpose. And that confirmed what the tigress had started to suspect just minutes before.

"Ooh, yes, baby," she began to coo. "That's it--harder, Marvin. Harder," she said again, this time in a dangerous, warning tone. "Don't you dare weaken for a second. Understand? Don't you dare--ooh, yes, Marvin. Keep going..."

How she managed to speak in such a low, slow tone while being mated so quickly--and powerfully--was a mystery to Mav. After all, he couldn't be that much slower or weaker than Sam--could he? Well, maybe, but that wasn't going to stop him from making her cum. Because if he made her cum...

"Oh no--"

Mav tried to slow down. He tried to focus, and to concentrate, and to hold back, but he'd been giving it to Jasmine as powerfully and quickly as he could for a full seven minutes. He'd groped her the whole time, and hugged her, kissed her, and nuzzled her--and maybe that's what made him incapable of lasting just a little longer.

Unfortunately, once Mav's pleasure went beyond a certain level, there was no turning back. He simply shut his eyes and thrust his hips forward one last time, moaning deep into her wavy, brown hair. His arm around her belly held her against him tightly and his paw squeezed on her breast like a vice, so that folds of sweet, natural flesh squeezed out between his fingers.

There was no denying it, though, when he spasmed and twitched and then began to draw away a moment later. He'd came, deep inside of her--and to be honest, Jasmine had rarely had sex that good. Sam was rarely as passionate or dedicated as Mav had been--mostly, their sex was wild, raunchy, and, in fact, more than a little fake.

But Maverikat was real to the core. Somehow, she knew it--and that's why she smiled up at him, purring quietly for just a second. She reached down and toyed with her clit a little bit--and then she brought her finger to her mouth to give it a long, suckling lick, and then a kiss.

"Very good, Marvin. You got pretty close..."

That statement was intended to be a compliment, but Mav took it as an insult. His ears folded and he drew away more, expecting to be told to get his paws off of her at any minute. His member went limp inside her--he'd just hit a big climax, after all, one that would have made most porn stars proud. At that point, there was no hope of being aroused gain, particularly if he was going to be thrown out of the room without even time to do up his shoelaces, much less get an autograph.

The calico felt himself being pushed back, and assumed that he was being tossed off the bed. He braced himself to hit the floor--and then he realized something. He was still on the bed, on his back... and he was still inside Jasmine. Now, she was squatting over him, looking over her shoulder at him with an eyebrow raised. She wasn't leaving...

"What's wrong, Marvin? Can't you get it up for me, just one last time? Come along, Marvin... you can do it..."

She cooed to him as if he was he was a little kitten, and that made him flush, a little, and squirm against the bed. He felt a distant tinge of male arousal, but simply blushed and looked up at her uncertainly.

"U-uhm, I'm not sure, Ms. Nawaz," he stammered. "I just--I bet I could do it, if you gave me a few minutes off... and... if we... cuddled..."

Now, it was her turn to look down at him uncertainly. She had _never_cuddled, at least as far as she could remember. Whenever Sam came to her rather than Sara in the middle of the night, they mated, she patted him on the head, and then sent him back to his room after a few minutes. Before that... well, her husband had never exactly been the touchy, feely type.

But then again, sex wasn't just about sex. It was about intimacy... so, it could be argued, that if Jasmine refused... she'd be breaking a very important part of the quid pro quo agreement she and Mav had made.

With that in mind, the tigress sighed. She picked herself up off of him, and then lay at his side on her back. She glanced over at him, looking him in the eye--he was still breathing hard--before nipping her lip, once. Then, she sighed through her nose... and nodded.

Mav, apparently, felt like he'd won the jackpot.

He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Jasmine's chest, and back. His forearm pressed against her breasts, but he ignored it and simply held her in his somewhat unimpressive embrace, nuzzling against her striped, buff shoulder. His eyes had practically turned into hearts by the time he had brought his snout to her face so that he could kiss and lick her repeatedly.

Apart from worshipping the tigress's beauty, it was fairly obvious that Mav was being, well, a little clingy for a guy that had just hired her as a prostitute for the night. True, he was a dedicated fan, but talking to her, and mating her had driven his affection for the tigress through the roof. He was smiling openly, and purring, even as he snuggled up against her side in order to be as close to her as he possibly could.

"Sweet, sexy, beautiful Jasmine Nawaz," the calico purred. "This is so great. You're so amazing--thanks for letting me do all this, Ms. Nawaz. I know you're not really into all this stuff..." He smile up at her genuinely, though his ears were still flat against his head, even as he kissed his way down her neck so that, in a moment, his face ended up level with her breasts.

Rather than being particularly sexual with the tigress's chest, though, Mav simply nuzzled and kissed her there as well. He seemed to find her more beautiful than simply sexy, because the vectors that his tongue traced across her fur were inline with her stripes, and the bands of coloration that separated her underbelly from the rest of her coat.

"Beautiful, beautiful Ms. Nawaz," he murmured. Now, he was roughly nuzzling her belly, so that he could feel the taught muscles of her core with his smooth, blunt head. "I'm so lucky..."

When he'd started to cuddle her, Jasmine had simply felt awkward. Then, she'd started to enjoy it--then, she felt awkward again, and now, she wasn't quite sure how she felt. She grinned, a little bit, and reached down to pat the calico's head--but he nuzzled against her petting paw, causing her to again feel awkward.

Maybe he really did like her. She doubted he'd admit it, though... unless he had his cock inside her.

Jasmine lifted her head off the pillow for a moment and peered down. Indeed, that hard object nudging against her thigh--that was his erection. She'd made him lust for her again, and this time, she knew that when he came he'd do so on the last reserves of his energy. He'd fill her up--and then he'd pass out, and she'd be able to slip out of the room without any prolonged, awkward farewells.

That left a slight problem.

"Marvin?" the tigress said.

"Yes, ma'am?" Mav pulled his head up from a region quite close indeed to the tigress's slit, blushing and purring with the face on his fur mussed up. He looked up at Jasmine, but she didn't look back down at him.

"Do you have your checkbook?"

He winced, just a little bit.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Let's finish all the paperwork now, yes? That way, there won't be anything to worry about when we mate again... for the last time."

"Yes, ma'am..."

Mav wasn't sure if he felt happy or sad at that statement. So, Jasmine wanted to be able to concentrate on mating him... but she also made it clear that they'd never be together again. But maybe if he made her cum--but that was almost impossible in reverse cowgirl. But maybe if he really, _really_tried...

The calico was halfway through writing his check when he came back to his senses. Now, he was really wincing--did $15,000 really have that many zeroes? Fifteen, one hundred fifty, fifteen hundred, fifteen thousand... Yes, it seemed, it did. He'd be hurting after this... for a long, long,long time.

But at least he'd get to be with Jasmine Nawaz. For one night--or, for a few hours, at least...

Jasmine could tell something was wrong when he crawled back into the bed, holding out the check he'd just signed. He looked like he'd swallowed a live slug--once Jasmine accepted the check, looked it over, and then placed it on the nightstand drawer, she saw that Mav was sitting there on his knees with his paws on his thighs. He looked horribly confused, like he wasn't sure whether or not he'd made a huge mistake by blowing wages he'd saved up for months on just a few hours of purely physical pleasure with her.

She felt guilty. Just a little guilty. And so, she reached into her purse, and a moment later, she had her cell phone in her paw and was approaching Mav again. He looked up, and blinked, confused.

"W-what are you doing, Ms. Nawaz?" the calico asked. "You don't need to collect evidence against me. I promise I'm sober, and sane, and that's my check. I'm not going to rip you off..."

So, she didn't even trust him entirely. In fact, the first thing she was going to do when she got home, probably, was to wash herself out and get every last trace of him, and his seed, off her body. But then she sat up and wrapped her arm under his, holding her cell phone out in front of her...

"I'm taking a picture, Marvin," the tigress said curtly. "This is what cubs these days do, yes? But don't put this on Facebook. It's for your eyes alone, understand?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," the calico stuttered. "B-but if it's on your phone... how am I supposed to get it?"

"I'll give you my business card," Jasmine said. "Call me some time tomorrow... yes?"

"Yes, ma'm..."

Now, the calico felt awe again--and a wave of bright, glowing happiness. Jasmine was going to give him her business card--and her personal cell number? And, she asked him to call her? He grinned, broadly, and so Jasmine snapped the picture--right when she planted a kiss on his cheek.

That shocked Mav into silence, and confusion. Had she... just kissed him? Now, he couldn't be sure, because she'd drawn away. She was checking the photo--it had come out well, so she nodded and put her phone away, before giving her hair a business-like toss, and looking at him from just a few feet away. It was impossible to say, for sure, what had just happened... but the small firework show exploding in his mind suggested that yes, in fact--he had gotten a kiss from Jasmine Nawaz.

"Wow, Ms. Nawaz... thanks, so much," he murmured. "You're... I know you're a dom. But... you're actually a really, really nice person. Thank you."

He smiled at her--and then, he reached out, took her paw into his, and gave it a single, polite kiss, as if they were British royalty rather than red, white, and blue-blooded Americans. His slight pomp made the tigress smile and almost giggle a little--she ran her fingers through the fur on his cheek, and then drew him in for a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you, Marvin," the tigress said. "You might be a big, tall calico cat... but you're also a big sweety. You've given me a good time tonight already... so, if you want... you may call me by my first name."

She gave her hair a slight toss, and Mav found himself almost intoxicated by that action. He stared at her, for a long moment, before realizing that his paws were on her broad, nude hips--and he nodded, bowing his head to the tigress, before nuzzling her under the chin.

"Jasmine... beautiful, beautiful Jasmine," the calico purred. "Thank you so much. I'll... I'll make you cum, Jasmine. I promise I won't cum until you cum... okay?"

He nuzzled her again, affectionately, as if he was more of a feral than an anthro--but then again, Jasmine wasn't good friends with any domestic feline. Perhaps she was just used to the relatively individualistic nature of her tigerish peers. That would explain why she found Marvin a bit over affectionate... or maybe it was personal.

She smirked, just a little, and nudged him away from her, somehow not in a cruel manner. Once he was a foot or so away from her, she locked eyes with him--and then she pressed him down so that his back was on the bed. Her paw made its way to his cock and began to stroke it a few times in a lascivious, swiveling manner--indeed, he was completely erect. And since he'd already came twice, pretty hard... maybe he'd be able to last a little longer now.

"Alright, Marvin," the tigress said. She nipped at his nose, and then grinned, sexually. "Let's see if you can make good on your promise. Let's see..."

She drew down his body again, in that exotic, sensual fashion that made him think of a wild tigress more than anything else. She seemed to see the analogy drawing in his mind, and so she flicked her claws out and pressed them down into his fur a bit. He squirmed, a bit, as he felt those vicious, black razors draw several bloody lines into his abdomen, but he didn't say a word.

When she got closer to his cock with her claws still dangerously out, Mav got nervous. She wouldn't--she wouldn't claw him up down there, would she? And--she definitely, definitely wouldn't castrate him... ...would she? He had big plans for his genitals--but, he supposed, if she really wanted to, she could have them. After all, she already had his--

"Ahn... oh, Jasmine..."

When she'd seen true terror make him shut his eyes and turn away, Jasmine had planted her lips around his cockhead. And then she'd forced her head down.

All the way.

Now, she looked up at Maverikat with his member not just in her maw, but her throat as well. Her cold, wet nose was pressed up against his groin and her light brown eyes were open, locked on his. She was gagging, just a little, but she managed to smile at him--before she pulled her head back, lasciviously gasping for air as a strand of thick precum trailed from his member to her lips.

She didn't notice it, so it snapped off and landed on her breasts. Mav stared at it, glistening on her fur--and from Jasmine's perspective, he was just staring at her chest. She was used to that, so she decided to really make him blush.

"Naughty, perverted little Maverikat," she murmured. "Staring at my breasts so openly. Tut, tut, tut..."

The tigress took both of her breasts into her paws and kneaded them, groping herself. In the process, she inadvertently rubbed the thick shot of precum he'd given her into her fur--and that made the calico's eyes widen, and his cock harden even more. She couldn't have known that she'd just done that--and she couldn't find out, either, otherwise he'd probably find himself thrown out a window... sans his balls.

She didn't seem to have caught on, though, because now she was straddling again. She trapped his cock between her slit and his own groin and smirked down at him, placing her paws--claws out--on his chest. Even as she began to grind on him, teasing him with the slickness of her entrance and the erotic beauty of her body, her face, her hair, she massaged him... and began to claw him up.

"You really do like me, don't you, Marvin? Naughty little kitten... don't you know that we'll never be together again?" she asked. She wasn't quite drawing blood, but he was pretty sure that her claws were neatly slicing shallow lines into the flesh under his fur.

His ears were entirely flat, and he looked to the side, not wanting to answer--but she smacked him across the face, then, forcing him to look back at her.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Marvin," she said, smiling maliciously. "Don't be so impolite. I don't have to do this, you know," she said, gesturing down at their near-union. She wriggled her hips from side to side, a little, causing the calico to moan and accidentally send a drop of precum onto his own belly.

"I don't have to do this," she breathed. "I could leave you right now--but I won't, Marvin. I don't have to mate you again... but I will," she murmured lustily. She reached down, taking his cock into her paw again, and stroked it, very gently. She then sat up a bit, and pressed the head right against her hot, wet, tight opening--and then she simply teased herself, and him, by kneading her clit with his member.

"I'm doing you a big favor here, Marvin," the tigress purred. "So... what do you have to say for yourself, you sweet little kitten? Hmm?"

"Th-thank you so much, Jasmine," the calico moaned. He tried to look her in the eye--but he couldn't help but staring at her lips, her breasts, her toned belly, and her legs, and much more in addition. Every inch of the tigress was beautiful, and if he could, Mav would have spent the entire night--and several more nights in addition--worshipping her the way she deserved.

He was purring again, and this time, he tried to stop. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was infatuated with her, because he wasn't. His feelings toward her were pure... err, apart from the fact that she was a porn actress, and he was paying her fifteen grand for sex.

She caught him, though. She grinned--and bought her paws close to his face. Now, she petted him, roughly, purposefully mussing his fur and his hair up. She didn't use her claws much, since she didn't want to seriously hurt him, but Jasmine was sure that he felt their dangerously sharp tips against his cheeks and forehead, at least a few times. But then she had to stop--because he was simply nuzzling and licking her paws.

His own paws had made their way to her hips, and simply rubbed her, up and down, feeling her richly colored sides and toned, thick legs. Such touches--light, loving, slow--were things that Jasmine was not largely familiar with and so for a second... he actually made her blush.

"Look at you, you affectionate little kitten. Trying to win me over like this... but it won't work, Marvin," Jasmine teased. "Not in a hundred... thousand... years..."

As she said those final three words, she batted Mav across the face with her paw--forehand, backhand, and forehand again. She didn't do it hard enough to hurt, physically--but when she was finished, Mav's ears were flat and he didn't look at her. He seemed very sad, and Jasmine felt a twinge of guilt--until she swung her legs past him, spinning around on him--and faced away from him.

Her toned, striped ass rested on his groin, and he definitely liked that. He liked it enough that when Jasmine gave her hair a toss and faced him over her shoulder, he was staring at her, wide-eyed, with his ears perked up again. He was practically drooling--no, he was literally drooling, and the sight made the tigress grin, a little bit, before she sat up, using a paw to help her balance herself.

"Oh, Marvin," she sighed wistfully, "you're so cute. Now, get ready for me to mate your brains you, you cute little kitten. Get ready..."

The view he got then was one that _no one_except for Sam had ever gotten before. Jasmine was aware of how much the sight of her riding her partner--facing toward or away from them--turned on the male (and some of the female) population of the word. For that reason, she rarely allowed scenes with her in the cowgirl position to be filmed, and Sam usually had to do her pretty big favors to get her to ride him.

$15,000 took one a long way, it seemed, because now, Mav was able to watch as the tigress reached down, gently caressing his cock in her paw, before guiding it into her sweet, tight slit. Again, a feeling so warm and wet and welcome that it made Mav's head spin enveloped his cock--and again, he had to resist the temptation to cum then and there.

It was easier that time, though, because despite Jasmine's near-verbal abuse, he found that he trusted her not to just kick him out at will. She might have been a dom--but she was also a very, very sweet person.

Mav purred again, and reached forward--cautiously--to set his paws on her big, striped rump. He was almost moved to tears when she realized what he liked, and ground herself down against him, wriggling her hips from side to side and making his member reach significantly deeper inside of her. She grinned, seeing the awed, pleased expression on his face--and then she began to rhythmically, slowly press the calico down into the bed.

There wasn't much friction, and so neither he nor she were given much pleasure. But the calico got serious eye candy, and Jasmine got psychological pleasure by making her partner happy. Anything could have happened, then, and Mav wouldn't have noticed, because all of his attention was on his sex, thick, buff tigress partner.

She ground herself down against him again, feeling the bed springs groan and squeak in response to her affections. She gave her hair a toss, taking his eyes off her ass for a second--and then she leaned forward, placing her paws on the mattress, and began to ride him.

To increase the intimacy of their mating, Jasmine looked back at Mav over her shoulder. She was aware that her hair hid half of her face, but she didn't bother to get it out of the way. He seemed to prefer her sultry, exotic, and more than a little bit wild, even when she was jiggling her ass while riding his cock with a passion that couldn't be captured on film.

Mav's paws never left Jasmine, although they did move around a little bit. His lithe, white appendages glided over her ass, her hips, her legs, though he knew better than to play with her tail. He extended his own claws just a little at one point to rake deep furrows through the tigress's fur before quitting immediately when she started to notice.

"Oh, Jasmine," he began to moan, "this is amazing. I--unnh..." His speaking skills died as the tigress began to ride him a bit harder. She was still on all fours, but she was strong enough to be able to really _thrust_down on the calico. Mav found himself holding onto the mattress with his paws, for fear that if Jasmine was too vigorous, both of them might be dislodged from the bed.

"You really like this, don't you, you naughty kitten?" Jasmine murmured. "Come on, Marvin--say it. Say that you like it when I ride you--"

"Oh, yes, Ms. Nawaz," Mav moaned. He rubbed her ass in circles, briefly, and then sat up for a brief moment to hug her from behind. He only lay back down when he realized he couldn't see her ass from that angle--then he moaned again. "You're so sexy, I love it when you ride me. I love the way your ass looks; you're so pretty..."

Jasmine smirked. She paused--briefly--and adjusted her orientation. Now, she was sitting on Mav, placing her full weight on his loins. His cock pressed deeper into her at that angle, and the sudden added stimulation--well, it wasn't lost on her. The tigress gasped, the slightest amount, and reached down to adjust her labia--before riding him with such force that the mattress began to bounce on the bed's frame.

Mav held on for dear life, and after a moment of struggling, he managed to hold not only the mattress, but the frame itself. Jasmine was riding him with a wild passion that he'd rarely seen before--usually, she kept her emotions very, very well controlled. It was only on those rare moments that she really, sincerely moaned or looked back at her son with a desperate look of need, of lust on her face that set her apart from the crowd... and won not only his dollars, but his affections.

He was surprised by his own control--he wasn't cumming. Maybe it was because he'd already cummed hard, twice, in quick succession--but Mav barely had to try to hold himself back from a climax. At the same time, he knew that his member was quite hard, though it wasn't quite at the rocky level of erection that it might achieve if he took a day or more off from sex. But it was hard enough, and if he didn't know better, he'd have said that Jasmine was enjoying herself.

For his part, the calico knew for damn sure that he'd never had sex that amazing, and he'd never have sex that amazing again. Jasmine was absolutely beautiful, but when she was like this, she was in a league by herself. Every thrust of her hips smashed Mav down into the bed and made even her thick, tight, toned ass shake. Her hair bounced about in synchronization with her motions, and--she was moaning?

Mav's ears perked up, and for a second, he managed to take his eyes off of her nude ass, and back. He stroked her fur upward, now, and his paws wrapped around her belly somewhat--and she took that as a sign to slow down, to give him a break--just for a moment.

The tigress turned to face him over her shoulder, naughtily, but he had been staring at her before that. So she tilted her head, and, still grinding herself against him, waited for the question on the tip of his lips to roll off.

"M-Ms. Nawaz," Mav began--before she purposefully cut him off by vigorously rubbing her rump back and forth across his groin. He mewled out loud at that--normally, Jasmine was a MILF--sexy, mature, and experienced--but sometimes, she acted like a teenaged slut. Maybe she'd been taking lessons from her daughter...

"Yes, my sweet little Maverikitten?" the tigress cooed. "Do you have something to say to me?"

"Y-yes--ahn," he moaned again. "Jasmine... were you...?"

She knew what he was talking about, although he was again to mewling and gripped her ass tight in his paws when she wriggled her hips downward against him. The tigress further increased his pleasure by reaching down, briefly, and massaging her balls with her paw, as if to encourage him to cum hard, one last time, just for her.

After a moment, Jasmine still hadn't answered, and that made Mav's ears flatten. He'd made a mistake, apparently--and he knew that it was his fault for doing so. He'd been an idiot the second the idea entered his head, though--how could Jasmine Nawaz be moaning while riding him?

And then he felt something on his cheek. He looked up, and saw that she'd reached back to guide his face so that his eyes could make contact with hers, easily--so that he could see her wink... and nod, just a few times. She petted him again, almost tenderly, before facing away from him... and starting to ride him with that wild, crazy passion again.

Now, he concentrated. He focused--not on his own pleasure, but hers. He rubbed her, he stroked every inch of her that his paws could reach. Her rump, her back, her thighs, sides, legs, and her built, defined arms. When she leaned back, once, to thrust down against him from a different angle, he reached up and fondled her breasts, lovingly yet needlingly, to show her how much he adored her form.

And when she reached back to place a paw on his own hip, he paused--and then reached forward and held her paw in his. His fingers intertwined with hers, and she seemed to slow down for a minute. He feared that she might break his fingers with her grip--but a second later, she began to ride him again, as hard and fast and crazily as before. He could even hear her rump smacking down against his loins, and the sexual sounds caused the people in the next room to bang against the wall until Jasmine told them to "Fuck off and die in a fire".

Then, she turned back to face him again. She grinned, breathing hard--her breasts rose and fell on her chest as she continued to wildly ride him, using everyone of the taught muscles in her core to increase his pleasure... and hers.

"You naughty little thing," the tigress said. "You really do like me. Not just as an actress, or a lover... but you like me, don't you, Marvin? Even though you know we can't be together ever again..."

She grinned--and then gasped, just for a second, and gritted her teeth. It wasn't that he was any kind of a decent lover--well, alright, maybe he was _o_kay... but he was making her feel a tingling, deep inside of her, that she rarely experienced before in her life. But he didn't need to know that--she grinned again, and faced him with a sultry smirk on her face.

"Come on, Marvin, admit it--I know it's true. You like me, you perverted little kitten--you want to spend the night with me, hugging and cuddling me like the little cub that you are. Even though you know it's not going to happen--ahn..."

She couldn't had that moan from him. Nor could she hide the fact that she was blushing, just a little--the way he looked at her, the way he held her, the way he used his paws...

Jasmine seethed, then, hissing in a low, aroused tone. She ground her hips down against him, and smirked at him again. He wasn't talking--he just had his paws on her and looked at her in the eye, stoic, and now she knew why. He was challenging her--he was really trying to make her cum.

Well. She wasn't going to let him win this competition. She'd have him cumming before he realized it--and then she'd show him his seed, dripping out from her slit, shake her head in disappointment and then bat him across the face.

But what if he won? What if he made her cum...

Jasmine tried not to think about that--and why should she? It wasn't going to happen. He didn't have a chance in Hell if she kept riding him like that, just like that, pressing him down into the bed so hard and fast that he could barely think. She felt her hair fly wildly around her head, but she didn't care--she just kept riding him, harder and harder and harder, and faster and faster and faster.

Until then, he'd been solely the recipient of her affections--he'd literally lay back to let her do all the work. But now, he began to thrust up against her, so that their hips collided in midair with dull, fleshy thuds. The range of motion was decreased, a little, but the friction against the calico's cock was so, so intense--but he nipped his lip and forced himself to hold back. He wasn't going to cum... not until the beautiful tigress MILF riding him did.

And now, she wasn't just breathing hard. She was moaning--he could hear it, and there was no way she could deny it now. She was moaning, much louder than he was, and all of the strength seemed to have left her legs. Now, she just straddled him and rode him, using her core and arms and chest for leverage--because she couldn't have stopped mating him, even if she'd wanted to.

"You naughty--ahn--kitten," Jasmine managed to pant. "You're really something, you know that? You're very good... but don't think I'm not onto you, Marvin. I know what you're trying to do..."

Despite herself, she grinned, and gave her hair a toss. She was getting sweaty, she realized, but she didn't care. She just adjusted herself and began to ride him again, feeling the head of his cock throb deep inside of her. The tigress grinned--and gave him eye candy again, until she heard him moan in pleasure. Only then did she start to really ramp her game up.

Not only did she grind down against him, she jiggled her ass for him as she did. She didn't quite know how she'd learned to shake her rump like that--it was just something that had always come naturally to her. It made her feel sexy and it was a good workout to boot, and besides, Mav liked it. His eyes were the size of plates, after all.

"You like me, Marvin," Jasmine murmured. She licked her fingers, briefly, and then reached down to massage the calico's balls again. "You really do, you naughty, sweet little kitten. Just say it, Marvin... you know you want to, even though--"

"I like you, Ms. Nawaz!" Mav finally relented. He moaned--his mind was being torn apart by her demeaning speech, by the way she had he completely under her thumb--and by the pleasure she was giving him by mating him, by riding him hard and jiggling that one-of-a-kind ass, just for him. His ears were flat, but he managed to continue to speak, though he knew he was just digging a deeper hole for her to push him in.

"I like you, Jasmine," he said again. "I really, really do. Ever since I saw you and Sam mate... you're the only porn star I keep up with. I can't even look at normal women much anymore... because I'm always comparing them to you, Jasmine. And no other woman I've met is like you... you're one of a kind, Jasmine. You're... my one and only favorite MILF."

He felt utterly pathetic, then. He waited for the tigress's shrill laughter, and the sting of her paw on his cheek. But he'd take them both, and enjoy them, along with the memories she'd given him that night. Somehow, he'd go on after feeling depressed for a while. And, someday, he'd manage to save up for a car again...

And then he felt her press himself down against her. He felt her quiver as she gasped, involuntarily throwing her head back--and then he felt her clamp down on him, repeatedly, rhythmically, with a sort of drawing, squeezing force that was impossible to resist--

Now, he pressed himself up against her. He came--perhaps not as significantly in terms of volume as his previous two climaxes, but the wave of euphoria it gave him was almost insurmountable. The calico saw stars, for a moment, and had to concentrate hard not to pass out. He did, however, just for a minute--but when he came too, Jasmine was still on top of him.

She was grinning, facing him over her shoulder. She was supporting herself with her paws again and still thrusting against him, though gently, slowly, as his member finally, slowly went limp inside of her. And, impossibly, she was blushing--because some of the sleek fluid leaking from their union wasn't Mav's. It was hers.

"Jasmine... did I...?"

He couldn't finish his question. He gulped, and looked away from her face, not daring to believe what had just happened. As she was still grinding against him, his eyes found her ass, and stayed there--and then he squirmed, a little, grinding against her. A thought came to his mind, and he almost voiced it--but then his ears flattened and self-preservation made him hold his tongue.

Unfortunately, Jasmine saw this. "Spit it out, Marvin," she said with a (hopefully) playful growl.

"W-well, I just, I mean I... uhm... w-wanted to, sort of, maybe, you know... smack you..."

She seemed skeptical of that. She didn't doubt that he wanted to do that--after all, he seemed to have an odd, albeit flattering, fixation on her ass. But smacking her... really? She nipped her lip, briefly, and then met the calico halfway.

His paws were hooked around the smooth bend of her leg and her hip, and so his forearm nearly got in the way of what the tigress did next. She leaned forward, a little bit--and then smacked her own ass, just for him, so he could see it jiggle.

"Oh,wow..."

He purred--she could feel it. And she could also feel when his member, almost completely flaccid, left her--she tilted her head and glanced back, just in time to see Mav hug her around the waist and then, literally, kiss her ass. His lips remained locked on her fur for a full second, and then he simply nuzzled her a few times before slowly, softly, sliding away.

Now, Jasmine really was blushing. She glanced back--Mav was still laying there, looking up at her. He seemed to flinch when he realized she was looking at him, and slowly brought his paws away from her. He was shaking a little--probably not with fear... just a sense of loss.

"Well... thanks so much, J--Ms. Nawaz," Mav corrected himself. After all, their business arrangement had finished. Now, they were strangers again--she was an adult celebrity, and he was a fan, and that was all. But he'd just mated her... and he'd came in her twice, and in her mouth once, and she'd swallowed his seed. And she'd cum for him, too... So, maybe, with the confidence she'd given him, he could go on to find a nice woman for himself, even without a car...

"Thanks, Jasmine," Mav said again. He smiled at her, though she was getting up and facing away from him. "You were amazing, and I'll be your fan forever. I--mew?"

She had sat up and faced away from him, for a second, but now she was sliding back onto the bed. Now, she was lying down next to him--and, impossibly, she was kissing him on the lips, gently, wrapping her arms around his chest. When she was finished, he was shocked into silence, of course--he could only stare as she nuzzled against the side of his face, before shutting her eyes. Did she... were they going to sleep together?

Before Mav's hopes could get too high, though, Jasmine said something that made his ears flatten.

"Marvin... give me the check. Now, please."

"Yes, ma'am..."

He felt like crying. She was teasing him to the end, it seemed--she was going to sleep with him, probably, but in just a few moments she'd certainly let go of him and then shove him away, telling him to stay on his half of the bed. And she'd be probably be gone before he woke up--he'd wake up alone, save for memories and the sweet scent and warmth of her body lingering in the bed next to him.

He picked up the check, and winced again as he glanced at the amount he'd paid her. Fifteen thousand dollars on a snap decision... he was starting to regret things already. He handed her the check and she snatched it from his paw--and then he turned away from her, resting his face on his paws and shutting his eyes tight. Now... he actually wanted her to leave him alone. Then, at least, he could hate her properly.

Mav's ear twitched at a sound he didn't dare to believe. His eyes opened, and widened, and he turned around--just in time to get a faceful of confetti, courtesy of Jasmine. Confused, the calico blinked and stared at her beautiful, striped face, from not a foot away. She'd shredded the check with her claws... but why?

She was blushing still, even as she sighed and closed her eyes. She drew closer to him--and then, after hesitating, for a moment, cuddled up with her face level with his chest. She was shivering--no, she was purring, impossibly, with her sweet little snout pressed against his pectoral.

"J-Jasmine?"

"Ssh, Marvin," the tigress murmured. "Just... let's just be here, together... just for tonight. Alright?"

She looked up at him, then, with an expression in her eyes that Mav was unnerved to see. Jasmine Nawaz... lonely? And... snuggling up against his chest, looking to him to break whatever isolation she felt? It was so surreal that it was impossible, but then, Mav realized that he only knew the Jasmine Nawaz that she put on screen. The actual Jasmine Nawaz was every bit as sexy and dominant as her cyber analog... but she was also a person that had needs beyond "your big fucking cock".

Diminutive though his arms were, they felt quite nice when they were wrapped around her back. She seemed to think that they felt nice, too, because when he embraced her, she shut her eyes.

And she smiled.

"So, this is my room. It's sort of messy now, but..."

"No... it's actually really clean, for a guy's room. Not that I'd know--I'm just, you know, going off of stereotypes."

"Yeah..."

Sam didn't say that sarcastically--he believed Jenna. Though she was a porn actress, she didn't seem like the kind of girl that gave her emotions away so easily. On the way home, they'd chatted a bit, and it still somehow felt that the tigress was quite guarded around him--and that was fine. After all, they'd known one another for less than twenty four hours.

In time, though, Sam hoped she'd be completely open to him, the same way he was essentially completely open to her. She was a sweet girl, after all, and even if things didn't work out between them after two months, he hoped that they'd stay friendly, at least.

They hadn't changed out of their clothes, just yet. Sam had taken off his skullcap, and of course their sandals were downstairs--shoes were banned in the Nawaz household, and they always had been. Of course, Jenna was a Hindustani girl--she didn't need to be told.

The two teenagers had walked into Sam's room, and after just a moment of nervousness, Sam found himself as cool and confident as ever. It was true that there were notebooks, DVDs, pens, scraps of paper, and various other little things on his desk, but apart from that, it was clean. His bed was made, and his closet seemed clean enough.

What struck Jenna was just how small Sam's room was. He had a bed, an admittedly large desk, a La-Z-Tig-R chair, and that was about it. There was a bookcase and a laptop, plus some souvenirs and things. He seemed to have collected a few little odds and ends from his travels to Florida, Texas, Arizona.

One thing that caught Jenna's eye was a framed photo, high up in the shelves above Sam's desk. It wasn't dusty, but somehow she knew that he hadn't looked at it or touched it in a while. She reached up, and carefully brought it down--and when Sam saw what it was, he smiled a little bit.

"That's when we went to Pakistan. It was after sophomore year, so I was fifteen, and Sara was seventeen. See that building in the background? That's--"

"The Red Mosque," Jenna said. She faced Sam, grinned, and then looked at the picture again. I've been to Islamabad too. Hmm... Sara looks the same, but... I guess you hit a growth spurt later, right?"

Sam nodded. "A nine inch the summer after junior year. It was great--no one recognized me. Then again, I had to buy a bunch of new clothes and stuff..."

His voice trailed off as he saw that Jenna was looking at the picture again. She was practically staring at it--and now, Sam knew why.

"So, there's Jasmine Aunty... so, that's...?"

"My dad," Sam said. He looked at the photo--turned away--and then looked back at it again. He didn't seem sure of what he felt--angry, sad, lonely, guilty, and probably a whole range of other emotions as well.

And Jenna could see why. In the picture, Sam and his father seemed very close. Sam was smiling too widely to be insincere, and even though he was fifteen years old in the photo, he and his father were holding one another around the shoulders and giving thumbs-up signals to the camera.

The tigress looked at Sam with her head tilted. She never remembered hearing anything about his father in the industry--what had happened to the older, fair-eyed tiger in that picture? Sam caught her eye--and then he told her.

"He... left us, about... one and a half years after that. Right toward the end of my senior year. I... guess it started right after that trip. He was... buying us everything, talking to us all the time... then when we got home..." Sam shook his head. "Sara was going to go to school for business. She had a good scholarship and everything--but he changed his mind. He said that he didn't like the idea of educating women."

Jenna was taken aback by that. Her father, of course, had made it clear to her almost since the day she was born that she was not only going to get an education, but that she would become a doctor, lawyer, or engineer, or perhaps some other high-ranking professional. But then, he was an Indian patriarch--not a Pakistani.

"So," Sam continued, "Sara withdrew from school and started to work. She could've just... moved out, and gone to school on her own, but... she and Dad were really close. She really loved him, and I always thought he really loved her. So, you know, when he said something, she'd hop to it." Sam snapped his fingers for emphasis, before continuing.

"Things were okay for a while. But then they started to go downhill again. He started to yell at Mom--I don't think he ever hit her, but he probably got close a few times. He made me and Sara stop having American friends... he even started to push away our Pakistani friends, because they were too Americanized. He... never really did too much to me, but after we got home from that vacation, he was never the same..."

Sam sighed. Then, he shrugged, feigning indifference. "Long story short, he ditched us, we started to go broke, so me and Sara fucked on camera and sold the video. You know the rest from there."

"So... so what happened to your dad?" Jenna asked, a moment later--but Sam simply shrugged again.

"Went back to Pakistan. He apparently married another wife when we were on vacation. He even has a cub with her... so, right now, he's probably somewhere across the Khyber Pass. Hopefully, he's the next civilian to get killed by a CIA drone."

Jenna seemed shocked by that statement--and a moment later, Sam did as well. He never knew such bloodlust was in him...

Eventually, the tiger sighed. He bunched up his skullcap in his paws, and looked away from Jenna.

"I'm sorry. I guess... I don't know. Just... life gives you lemons; make lemonade, right? And I've got a great life. Got... a big house, tons of cars, money, in the most beautiful place on Earth." Sam had started that statement out somewhat sarcastically, but now he seemed sincere. "And I've still got Mom and Sara, and a few good friends... and now I have a mate, too, at least for two months. And Goddamn if she's not beautiful..."

He smiled at that, genuinely, and reached out to slide his fingers through the smooth, striped fur on Jenna's cheek. Instinctively, the tigress shut her eyes and nuzzled against his paw the smallest amount--then, she stepped toward him, wrapped her arms around his chest, and nuzzled Sam under the chin. She felt him wrap one arm around her, while his other paw planted itself in her hair.

For a moment, the two felines simply enjoyed the warm intimacy they'd found in that embrace. Then, Jenna giggled the smallest amount.

"You know... this almost feels like a Bollywood movie. Love at first sight, a... really ridiculous situation that the guy fixes at the last minute... elaborate clothes..." Jenna toyed with Sam's vest, briefly, and he couldn't deny it--she had a point. And... she had used the "l" word...

"But you know, Sam... there isn't any kissing in Bollywood movies. Just... lots of singing, and dancing..."

She could feel him flinch at the mention of that last word. Sam did a ton of things--but he wasn't crazy or masochistic enough to dance. Ever. Except for when he was all alone and looking in the mirror, flexing his muscles at himself--but that didn't count.

And... no kissing? His ears started to flatten, but then Jenna drew back, faced him, and stroked his arms with her paws for a moment.

"Oh, well," the tigress said. "There goes tradition..."

She shut her eyes, and moved her head forward. And then she and her mate--for at least two months--began to kiss one another with such passion that their clothes began to hit the floor before they were even halfway to the bed.

(A big shout out to Maverikat. He bought this commission, and I hope you agree that he got a lot of bang for his buck. I suppose I did throw his character into the mix rather quickly, but he does fit into the storyline... and besides, money talks. Family Business will always be free to read, but getting your characters in on the action--that's not so free.

Anyway, the next chapter will, as I've so subtly foreshadowed, involve a steamy scene with Jenna and Sam. There will be more fun between them, and possibly more plot development as well. Look forward to it, lads. See you next chapter.

2019 Update: That is all of this series that I have. I do not intend to continue it unless there is interest in commissioned work. I hope you enjoyed!)