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Jon might have been used to the limelight, but he was never quite able to get comfortable in a recording studio.

The nature of his work meant that he was traveling all the time, and in his own studio, he could find his zen in an instant. On the road, however, every studio was just a little bit different, from how clean they were, to the crowds of people that sometimes poured in and stared at him from the soundboard.

Other times, the complete opposite was true, and he wondered what kind of trouble his agent had gotten him into as he pretended to sit on a stool that was too dirty to be touched by mortal hands, while one or two people acted like they cared about their jobs on the other side of thin glass.

Today's recording session trended toward the former, as star power was gathered all around him for the first, live singing of a new single. His agent was privy to the idea, and assured all of the producers that were jumping on board that the song would be an instant hit, but many of them were still insistent that they get to come and watch the live play, knowing how controversial some of Jon's work had been in the past.

"Everyone clear the doorway please," his agent, a slick and pompous feline by the name of Artie Minitz, led the way for Jon as he burst through the door of the recording studio; it was his insistence that Jon make a big scene, as the otter remained quiet, stepping through the doorway in a modest fashion. "Don't crowd the talent too much if you can avoid it, okay? Don't need you guys getting your grubby little mitts all over him before we even get to work!"

Fur that was blacker than asphalt, eyes like a pair of yellow lasers and an accent that was just slightly British enough to sound fake made Artie a memorable face, and his ability to seal the deal made him a staple in the recording industry for the better part of two decades.

Landing Jon was the best thing he could have done for what appeared to be a waning career.

"Its fine, everyone," Jon could sense tension filling the room already, and he did his best to downplay it, even easing his open palms to the crowd. "Seriously, I know these look pretty dangerous, but I don't bite!"

A quick gesture up at his long, curved fangs drew a few chuckles from the talent scouts, producers and magazine writers that were granted the privilege to see a performance that Jon promised would be one for the ages. He was being sincere when he said it, but naturally, his agent had overblown the event, one that the otter would have preferred to be a little more intimate than it currently was.

Keeping a grin and his wits about him, he'd already made up his mind to have the resolve to carry on with his plan. As far as he was concerned, the stale music scene of the early 2020's needed something like this, and no one had ever attempted it, that he knew of.

"The next thing I hear running out of your mouth better be an explanation as to why I had to catch a flight out here in the middle of the week," one of the producers wasn't quite as friendly as the rest of the crowd, and his attitude even drew a groan from the others as he soured the mood all over again.

The charismatic otter wouldn't let anyone into the recording booth with such a look on their face. "It's gonna be amazing, trust me. We've got this awesome new track that we've been working on, and we've got a few cuts of it; really good stuff, but there's something missing from the backing. I got talking to Artie, and I think we finally figured out what it is."

There was one face in the crowd that seemed a little flustered the entire time, hardly reacting to the other stimuli she was offered. She wasn't quite the big name that the rest of the people in the room were, making it only natural that she'd be a little uncomfortable.

Some of the company she held were people that had rejected her in the past, and others still weren't sold on her talents, but if it was up to Jon, she'd be one of the most requested names in the industry by the end of the day.

"Well?! You gonna tell us what it is, or just keep stringing us along?"

"How about we continue the discussion in there?" Jon suggested, pointing past the front reception area to the state-of-the-art soundboard and the small, intimate room on the other side, fitted with the best soundproofing that money could buy. "Trust me, it'll all make sense in just a couple minutes."

Jon was most at home in the recording studio, and he knew that his idea would make a little more sense with a demonstration than it would if he just explained it. He didn't dare to admit that he was slightly nervous at the way that some of the crowd might react, but he wouldn't allow his art to be silenced; he was sure that the fans were going to eat this new concept up.

"Go ahead and start the back beat...that'll be enough to satisfy some of you," Jon claimed, as he entered the studio with such a strong sense of entitlement that you would have believed that it belonged to him. "It's slick and catchy without sounding like every other recycled beat from the last five years."

The otter was proud of putting time and effort into every phase of his musical career, and every song reflected his dedication. There was no bass line, no verse, not even a single note that made it onto an album without his approval, something that was truly rare in an era where record companies held so much power.

What he was going to try next might be considered an abuse of his own power, but there was no stopping it any longer, as the track started up behind him.

"All right...now, I'm not alone on this track," Jon pointed out, much to the confusion of everyone in the room, Artie included. "I know I didn't bring any backup singers with me, but y'all just have to trust me on this one, okay?"

Thanks to his rapidly growing influence on both the talent and production sides of the recording industry, Jon knew he was able to get away with more than the average singer, and as a songwriter, his lyrics were rarely questioned, if ever.

He knew he'd get more than a few questions on his suggestion when he pointed out the door, to the desk of an otherwise occupied receptionist.

"We need her."

Like a brand new minnow in a pond full of ravenous sharks, the young lady looked up from her desk and pulled one of her earbuds to the side. "Did...did you guys want something?"

She was a recent hire, but she was already used to the idea of being able to ignore the hustle and bustle of those who entered the studio once she'd checked them in; to have every eye in the room on her was enough to leave her skin crawling, though she couldn't decide if it was a pleasant or perturbing sensation.

To even have the attention of a star at Jon's level was something that she was sure she'd never be able to get used to. "The man said he needs you in the studio, Denise. His time is very valuable, so you'd better hurry up and do it!"

"Woah, woah! Easy there, big guy!" Jon couldn't stand the idea of the lady being forced to rush in. "Denise, was it? Take your time. We've got a few hours to kill here, and I'd like to make sure that we both get the most out of them."

Denise was plenty used to being around famous figures and celebrities, but she wasn't used to being_acknowledged_ by them. She was always a little star-struck when they ever bothered to notice her, and Jon was going a step further than that by being a proper gentleman.

"Y-yes, sir. Sorry for not responding quicker," she apologized for nothing, and seeing how modest she was, Jon couldn't help a wider smile. "What did you need me for, exactly?"

"This song...what do you know about it?"

She was immediately flustered. "N...Nothing," she struggled to admit. Her eyes cast aside as she tried to think of a reason for her ignorance. "They haven't really told me anything about it."

"Well, it's an extremely _sensual_track, and I want to take that eroticism to the next level," he explained. "I'm not gonna use some prepackaged moan for this one, Denise...I want us to use real sounds of passion for this track, organically produced right here in the studio."

Even the producers were confused by Jon's words. No one could believe that he was really suggesting such a thing, no matter how outlandish his ideas had been in the past.

"I'm not, I...I mean...you're v-very handsome, but I can't even imagine..."

"Relax," he whispered to her, reaching out to take one of her trembling paws in his own sure, confident grasp. "I'm not asking you to bang me in front of a whole studio full of people."

She nodded. "I didn't think anyone could be that bold; not even you."

"With a woman of your beauty, I certainly could," Jon disagreed. "That's not what we're here to do, though. My part of the track is already recorded, and while I've gotta give myself credit for an amazing hook...it's missing just a little something, and we need you to provide it."

The concept of being even partially engaged in an act of passion in front of a crowd blew her mind, but Denise wasn't struggling to say 'no' because she felt coerced, or because of the star power that was literally offering to sit between her legs.

She was genuinely interested in the singer, and didn't think she'd ever have another chance to be this close to him, no matter how their lives carried on from there.

"There wasn't a singer that was more qualified than I was?" she asked, coming up with whatever excuse she could.

Jon recognized just how timid she was; the chase was becoming a balancing act. He could tell that she had some interest, or she would have already shot the idea down...but he wanted her to come to an honest decision.

That meant being honest _with_her about his intentions. "If it came down to practice and technique, that would be a different story, but that's not what this is about, Denise. What I'm looking for here is the real thing, coming from a real person...the sound of genuine pleasure that happens when you just can't hold it back anymore. Do you know what I mean?"

"I d-..." she cut herself off, realizing that she would have admitted to orgasmic delights if she ever finished the statement. "I can get the gist, yes."

"A lot of singers have trouble turning off the charm," Jon explained. "I want someone who isn't worried about how they sound when their toes curl. You think you can be that girl for me?"

With a voice that could melt anyone he used it on, there were plenty of theoretical puddles standing around Jon, but only one was lucky enough to be scooped up by him. Denise was still unsure of doing something so lewd in front of a crowd, but the otter was already doing a great job of convincing her of the thrill.

She wouldn't be able to deny the tiny beads of heated moisture that were gathered on her womanhood if he kept on pressing.

Who better to clean up the mess than the man who caused it? She thought.

"Can...can we get some kind of a curtain up?"

"Everyone will be on the other side of the recording studio wall," Jon told her. "They'll be able to hear everything, but no one else will see what I get to see."

"Will they be able to see my face, still?"

"They will, but I'm sure they'll appreciate getting to see just how much you're enjoying yourself."

Most people weren't immune to the thrill of being caught in the act, but the idea of actually getting sensual when there was a crowd of people nearby quickly turned into a daunting task when they were only on the other side of a wall.

For Denise to rise to that occasion, Jon would have to demonstrate just how talented his muzzle could be when he couldn't make a sound.

"...As long as you're the only one in here with me, I'll do it," Denise couldn't help pausing with thought, but Jon was glad to see her giving the moment serious consideration.

"I won't tell a soul about what I see down here, but I can't promise they won't sneak a few peeks," Jon told her, drawing a very brief giggle from her lips. "And I want you to know...we can stop anytime, baby. Just say the word, and I'll be outta there faster than you can push me away."

The kind of generosity and charisma that Jon gave off made him an appealing star to the public, but when someone actually had the chance to experience his personality up close, they'd be delighted to find that he wasn't just putting on a face for the crowds.

Through and through, he was a genuinely decent guy, and as Denise was soon to find out, a dedicated lover of the female form.

"Hard to believe that the studio was able to find a guy with your kind of talent, but then you're respectful to boot," Denise complimented Jon as he began ushering the others out of the recording booth. "Are you sure I didn't fall asleep at my desk?"

"If you worked for me, I'd let you get away with that every once in a while," Jon teased. He was dedicated to keeping her smiling and comfortable before he got down to business. "But for the sake of your job, I can assure you that you're not dreaming, Denise."

"Getting paid to get off feels like it would be a dream for some people," she murmured. "Guess that would make me a common porn star, though..."

"There's nothing common about you," Jon assured her. "And that cute, innocent voice is such a rare treat that it'd be a shame not to share it with the rest of the world."

A purr was starting to build in the back of the puma's throat, but Denise couldn't help herself when Jon was laying the charm on so thick. Her comfort and enjoyment were still paramount to the idea working, but she wasn't expecting to be helped up into some of the cables that she'd seen hanging from the wall.

"Okay, now you're just flattering me," she claimed. "Uhm...speaking of ulterior motives...what's up with the swing seat?"

"I got the green light from some of the engineers about this idea before I ran it by the execs," Jon admitted. "Good thing this all worked out...it looks like you'll be a perfect fit to sit back in the swing and enjoy yourself while I get into a different kinda swing."

Denise stroked a lock of short, curled blonde from in front of her eyes, looking for any excuse to busy her free paw as Jon held the other, helping her into the sling. Her legs immediately kicked up as her backside slipped deeper into the flexible, yet supportive seat, and the skirt that was a perfect length to be business casual proved to be too short to save her modesty.

The stain of arousal on the front of her panties would have been evidence enough that she wanted Jon to go through with it, but he still waited for her to nod with approval as his digits came to rest on the waistline.

"Woah!" she giggled as she tried to get settled, finding the swing had plenty of mobility for other acts, if that were necessary. "You're sure that you're just gonna stop at a snack down there?"

"If we had time for the main course, I'd gladly take you there," Jon stopped short of making a further pun, wanting to keep the atmosphere completely sensual. That was tough to do when a boom microphone was sitting right by the opening of her spread thighs, but the producers insisted that every little detail be captured and recorded.

He found it much easier to ignore the metallic presence when her panties started to come away. He took great care not to tear them with the dull tips of his claws, even when they stuck to the mound of her womanhood, bound by tiny strands of warm, liquid desire.

Watching them stretch before they finally broke was a sight that had Jon licking his own lips, first.

"Just...j-just don't be worried if it takes me a minute to warm up," Denise whispered. Now that her pouted, eager folds were on display for the whole studio to enjoy, her nerves were getting the better of her once more. "I promise I'll...moan...once you start..."

"I didn't come here to warm you up," Jon said, setting her soaked underwear aside and giving a signal for the booth to start recording. "I came here to set your world on fire, baby."

Denise was shocked that she hadn't already soaked the seat, but she was well on her way to it as Jon's voice danced across her ears, tickling the sensitive, velvety flesh so skillfully that the fur on her neck was starting to rise.

She didn't want to admit that a single touch might bring her to climax, but she didn't think he'd stop after just one; she had no idea if he could live up to the words in his songs.

There was no look of doubt in his eyes as he stood between her legs and started to kneel. There wasn't arrogance, but strong, firm confidence that he could touch her in the right way as his fingertips roamed over the inside of her thighs, bringing a quiver of delight to her legs.

His tongue hadn't even brushed her tender, juicy slit, and already she was trembling feverishly.

The first touch was always a shocking one, but Denise wasn't sure just how she would react to it. It came without any further warning than what was given, and her voice went shrill as she cried out with delight; her body was entirely receptive to the payoff after such a long build up.

"_Oooh..._f-fuck! It's...it's s-so fucking smooth..."

She knew his voice was already warm and soothing upon her ears, but she didn't know that she'd feel something so comparable when his tongue finally graced her folds. Trailing down one side of her labia and back up the other before a quick, playful swirl over her clit, Jon kept an eye up to her as she tensed in the swing.

It was already shaking beneath her as thighs began to quiver and new moisture built up around her folds.

"Wh...what do I s-say?" she trembled through her words, but Jon only narrowed his eyes at her, licking a hint of her flavor from his own lips before he put that moisture right back to work. "That it's...good? It is; it's f-fucking amazing...nnnyeah!"

There were no further instructions given: Jon wanted her reaction as organic as possible, and as long as the cries were still leaving her throat, they'd be able to cut and edit anything they didn't need.

So far, she was offering the kind of sensual chorus that no one could fake, and despite her earlier concerns, she was starting to let go when she felt a finger easing into her passage, joining an already eager and busy tongue.

"You're n-not shy at all, are you?" she asked, sucking in a heavy gasp as that finger curled up toward the top surface of her inner muscles. "You just fucking g-go for it, baby...yeah...y-yes...do whatever you w-want to my body, Jon!"

That line was going to be snapped up for sure; the producers that weren't completely lost in shock by what they saw were listening to the backing track on the other side of the wall and imagining how organic the moans would sound over the top.

They were hearing magic , and watching the lustful brewing of the potion that would make it happen.

"He's going even lower, isn't he?"

"I think...h-holy shit, dude. He's going for her asshole."

"Who knew we had such a nasty little otter on the label?"

Jon was only able to hear some of the louder criticisms, but even he was starting to get turned on as Denise clenched her thighs on either side of his ears. She wanted to keep him right where he was as new moans escaped her lips, but she ended up happier that he was able to wiggle free.

A second fingertip joined the first as they probed and stroked along her inner walls, looking for the tender pad of her g-spot as his tongue went after something even more intimate.

"Nnngh, mm..._b-baby, that tickles..." she moaned desperately, unable to manage a word without a heavenly lace of pleasure wrapping around it. "Just w-where do you think you're going? You...c-can't go... **_there!**"

His tongue slipped along the tantalizing curve of her thigh and around her backside before it finally reached the base of her tail, and the warm, tender pucker of her asshole, waiting to be taken in the same way that her womanhood was so happy to feel before.

It was a day of firsts for Denise, but one where Jon was showing just how practiced he was, as he dodged his own large, curved fangs and pushed his tongue forth on the tender entrance. Tight, heated skin felt his wet muscle bathing it, and immediately, she clenched up at that contact.

His fingers could hardly move at the behest of her grasp.

"D...don't..."

He hesitated, but gave her another eager, narrowed glare as drool spilled from the tip of his tongue and pooled in her pucker.

A strand was already drizzling over the underside of her tail when she finally finished her thought. "Don't f-fucking stop!" she'd gone far past the shy woman that she was when they started, her inner lioness brought out by the skillful dagger of Jon's tongue.

It only pushed further into the heart of her as he added pressure against her backside. Digits pumped rapidly into her passage, casting tiny streams of her liquid arousal to the floor and soaking the inside of her thighs as he carried on, knowing that the studio was getting all of the audio that they needed.

They were getting a lot of footage that they didn't need, as well, and a few of the producers were already on the phone with their pornographic contacts as they watched Denise sliding a paw under the hem of her own shirt. She was already that far gone, and refused to deny herself any pleasure as her pawtips wrapped around a breast and squeezed it, silently begging for her own nipple to stiffen.

She pinched it the moment that she could feel it rising to the occasion, and a quick, eager twist of her fingers around it inched her closer to the orgasm that Jon was quietly eager for.

"Make me cum, b-baby...work that f-fucking pussy...yes...yes! Fuck that asshole with your tongue, Jon! Fucking do it!"

They wouldn't be able to use that line for the song, but the weak, orgasmic whimper that followed it would be the perfect way for the song to start after a long, instrumental introduction. Her quivering lip and muted expression would fade out to give way to the start of a song that was arrogant enough to take such a bold chance, and judging by the success that it had on the charts...it deserved to be.

Denise never would have guessed what kind of a hit she'd just become a part of, but as she bit down on her own finger to muffle her climactic moans, she glanced down at the soaked face of an otter that was more than happy to keep going to town on her...when there were no cameras around to see them.