The Client, Part One
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Spring had come at last. There was still snow high up on the mountains, the warm sun shining off of it beautifully as it melted, the streams and rivers rushing with runoff, the birds singing and the air sweet with the smell of the season, the wind flavored with fresh growth, grass and trees, flowers and everything else finally waking up after the long darkness of the winter.
The day was sunny, beautiful, perfect in almost every way. A gentle breeze rolled over the hills and the grass and branches danced in it. All around, birds sang and animals rustled, squirrels argued noisily in the branches. They yelled as a lone figure walked under, angering them with its trespass on their land.
Their land was, in this case, the back yard of a small white house, in a small, sleepy little town. The figure walking under the branches they called home was a tall, smiling female snow leopard. She was slim and stunningly beautiful, and her lips seemed unable to leave that happy smile as she walked barefoot threw the fresh spring grass.
She was making her way across her sizable back yard, under the limbs of trees just starting to sprout leaves. She had several gardening tools in her hands, and dirt marked the knees of her beat up old jeans, and the loose tshirt she had on. Here and there on her arms dirt marked her pure white fur as well. Along the side of the house, a sizable garden had been turned, and weeds and other plants uprooted, almost ready for planting.
She pulled open the door to a small garden shed, and stepped inside. Putting her tools away, she looked around the small shed, and out the window to the greenhouse, trays of sprouts lining the tables in that glass building. She sighed contentedly, and headed back toward her house, waving up at the yelling squirrels as she did.
As she strolled along, nearing the steps up to her back door, she heard the phone inside start to ring. Rushing up the steps and into her house, doors left open to let the breeze change the air inside that home, she caught the phone just in time.
"Hello, Ally speaking!" She said cheerfully, walking toward her living.
"Hey Ally, glad I caught you this time... Called twice since lunch, where you off?" Came the welcome voice of Alex, her boss.
"Nope! Was out in the yard gardening... too lovely a day to spend inside." She said, as she flopped back onto her couch, sighing happily, "So, whats so important that it can't wait till I checked my messages?"
"Well... maybe it would be best if you just came in and talked to me in person... We have a client and... well, I think you should meet him before I tell you what the contract would entail."
She lifted an eyebrow, "I have told you a million times, I don't do video, no matter how much they want to pay."
A chuckle came from the other end, and she knew he was shaking his head, "Such a moralistic girl you are... only woman I have ever employed that bought herself a nice house house with a garden and a white picket fence..."
"You know I tore out that fence the week I moved it... it was rotten... And your manly ass still hasn't come to help me build another one, as you promised."
"You know I'm no handy man... I told you I'd hire somebody to do it any time you w..."
She cut him off, "I don't want some stranger to come do it, I want you to keep your word and come build it with me."
"Alright alright, well, come down and meet this client, and if you manage to be civil to him and listen to what he has to say, I'll try to find room in my busy life to come learn to build a fence."
"Busy life? I forgot it was such tiring work getting payed to sit behind a desk, answer phones and get head... Why do you even call her your receptionist? There is never anybody at the front desk, just under yours."
"Hey, its a lot of work talking on the phone to you while she sucks my balls..."
"I'll be there in an hour and a half, or 30 minutes if I can come in looking like shit."
"Shower and doll yourself up, take all the time you want, he said he will wait."
Goodbyes were said and the phone hung up, the cordless phone tossed to the other end of the couch. She stood up with a sigh, so much for an afternoon in a lawn chair with a book, and a night in the tub with her tail. She kicked the door shut as she walked toward the bathroom, then detoured to close the front door as well.
She finally reached her bathroom. Nothing fancy, nothing big, but clean and tidy and hers. She closed the door and turned toward the full length mirror. Pulling her tshirt off, she watched as her breasts bounced after being lifted by the fabric. Breasts that had never been weighed down by milk or feeding a child. She loved her body, and slid her paws over her breasts, cupping them and lifting them, letting them bounce again as they slipped from her paws, tiny pink nipples showing threw her fur, capping those C cup breasts. She certainly understood why so many males, and females, wanted her, and gave a playful wink to herself in the mirror.
Her jeans fell from her hips next. A size or so too big, a comfort for her since she spent most of her time in skin tight clothing. The button undone the wight of them slid them from her hips, and they pooled at her feet. A little puff of dust left them, and she giggled. It felt good to be dirty, from a days real work. It felt better than she had realized, in fact. It was that season, and the hard work outside and talking to her handsome boss had worked on her.
She wore no panties, and as she looked down, she could see a few spots of wetness on the denim of those jeans, where they had hugged her crotch. Between her legs, she was a bit of a mess. Her sex was pink and puffy, her clit easily visible, and her inner thighs were wet with her juices. She giggled and reached down, rubbing herself without thinking.
The second her fingers touched those damp folds, she tensed and whimpered, welcome warm pleasure flooding her needy sex, tingling up her spine as her eyes fluttered half shut. She smiled to herself in the mirror, sliding a finger into herself.
"Mmm... Your a sexy girl... a naughty girl." She growled playfully, leaning her back against the wall and lifting her right foot, putting it on the counter. She started to slowly finger herself, watching as her long, thin fingers slid in and out of her damp, needy cunny. It felt wonderful, her body spent from the days work, and now knowing that she was one orgasm away from a blissful rest. It would feel so good to tuck one of her toys between those folds and go read a naughty novel in the sun, waving to the few cars that might drive by, not knowing that she was anything more than a feline sun bathing.
She fingered herself more quickly now, adding a second finger to herself, spreading herself. She blushed as she heard the sound of her wetness dripping to the tiled floor, as she felt those sweet, sticky juices running down the cleft of her ass and over her tail hole. She growled and ground her thumb against her clit.
Those fingers curled inside of her, grinding against her gspot, making her eyes close fully. She whimpered and bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan not because she feared somebody might hear, but because it felt so naughty, so fun to force herself to silence. She gained speed with her fingering, thumb sliding over that clit. She knew just how to touch herself.
Her breath caught, like all her best climaxes it surprised her entirely. Suddenly she couldn't breath, could not think. Her eyes shot open as she gazed at the mirror, watching as her fingers, spread an inch apart inside of her, stopped. She watched as her chest heaved, trying to breath, her breasts bouncing and nipples rock hard. She felt her hips give a last twitch, and she moaned out, mouth wide open. She came. Pleasure ripped up her spine, mind going blank of all thoughts other than the feelings, sights, and smells of that second. She watched as her messy juices squirted over that mirror, marking her reflection with musky goo. She watched her cunny twitching around her fingers, her tail thrashing from side to side. She heard the sound of her mess landing on the floor and counter and mirror.
With a last twitch, her peek was past, and the wonderful warmth of afterglow filled her. Her eyes closed again and the only sounds were her deep, happy purring, and the steady drip of her juices to the tiles. Then one more sound was added, the lewd, wet sound of her fingers slipping from her. She smiled to herself in the mirror as her eyes opened again, "You earned that one, naughty girl... but your gonna have to go to work now, no basking in the sun for us today."
With a sigh she lowered her leg back to the floor, and stepped in a puddle of her own juices, "I'll have to remember to clean up Tomorrow..." She mumbled, as she turned toward her shower, legs a little unsteady as she walked. Pulling the shower curtain open she lifted her left leg, shuddering as her thighs rubbed together, and stepped into the bathtub.
She wanted to turn the water on, fill that tub and soak for a few hours, until she was out of hot water and had given each and every one of the collection of toys lining the edge of the tub its turn... But sadly, she knew she had to shower and get going. A few moments later, she was standing under the hot, welcoming spray of the shower, and as it melted the soreness from her well used arms and legs, she felt a little less sorry for her missed bath.
Giggling, she reached down and carressed her messy sex, making her eyes flutter and her knees tremble, "Might not get home till late... better make sure you get enough attention..." She mumbled in the shower. Teasing her clit with two fingers, she sighed as she let her bladder release, adding that golden fountain to the water already pouring over her. She blushed as that piss, hotter than the shower water, ran down her white furred thighs. She pressed two fingers into herself and ground her palm against her cunny, that golden fluid running over her paw.
"I... I bet this client would... wouldn't want you if he knew about this." She chuckled and ground against her own palm, tail raised and back to the shower curtain. She imagined her boss walking in behind her and lifting the curtain... His strong, handsome self pinning her against the shower wall and taking her from behind. Thoughts of a knoted canine dick under her tail, that thick knot spreading her cheeks with every thrust, as he tried to force it into her, until she finally reached back and squeezed that knot, letting him pull back and pain her white ass.
Purring and finishing up again, this orgasm a shadow of the first, a tingle of pleasure warming her tummy. She grabbed the shampoo and started washing herself. Her paws slid over her wet body, giggling to herself, she loved the way she felt wet, the way her fur clung to her curves and highlighted her every swell. She lifted and squeezed her breasts, feeling her nipples pressing to her palms. She rubbed the shampoo into her tummy fur, and then down, over her thighs, down to her knees, then up, between those thighs, caressing her messy mound and muring, almost giving in and fingering herself again.
She turned and let the water wash her clean, sighing and then reaching back, sliding a finger over her tailhole as she washed her rump, pressing that finger into her rump and biting her bottom lip. She loved anal, it made her knees week and her eyes roll back, but she knew if she started now, she would still be in the shower playing when the sun set. So, she slipped that finger free again and moaned lustfully.
She was shivering now, a primed kitten in season. Her heat hadn't started yet, thankfully, but every instinct in her body was still yelling at her to breed, fuck, mate. She finished her shower quickly, washing her hair and face, her lower legs and arms, and then standing under that water for a few minutes, letting it wash away the rest of the soreness from her body.
At last, she turned the water off and stepped out of her shower. Walking naked and dripping from her bathroom, she made her way across the kitchen, in clear view of open bay windows, almost hoping some young boy might see her at that moment. As she glanced out the window, the only thing looking back at her was a bird, perched on the limb of a tree. She waved the the little bird and walked into her bedroom.
She was a messy girl, and had looked long and hard for a house without carpet, both so she could make all the musky messes she wanted, and so she didn't have to dry off in the bathroom. She loved walking around nude, and nude and dripping was even better. She grabbed a towel from the top of her dresser and started to dry her hair, watching the way her breasts bounced as she did so in her full body mirror.
"You know, most people would say there was something wrong with you, girl... You talk to yourself and turn yourself on..." She said playfully, reaching down to squeeze her left breast, sinking her claws into her fur and winking to herself in the mirror.
That towel did its work, from head to toe, and soon she was mostly dry. Smiling at herself in the mirror, she glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes before she had to hit the road, "Damn him... why can't he ever need me in when I'm ment to be working... its ALWAYS my weekend." Shaking her head, she walked to her closet and dug around for something that would meet his expectations of 'dolled up'. She smiled as she felt something silky and thin, and knew it would do just the trip. She pulled out the short red dress, holding the smooth fabric against herself and letting the silk slip threw her fingers, "Yes.. This will do just fine..."
She decided, although she hated to, that it was likely best to not go in nothing but that dress. So she found a black lace bra, and a patching pair of panties. Laying the clothes on the foot of her bed, she quickly set to work brushing her fur, getting the last of the water out of her hair and fur. She paused and teased the handle of that brush, an old friend, against her still puffy sex, and blushed, "Oh... I am such a bad girl today!" She chuckled at herself and grabbed the panties, pulling them up over her legs and sighing as they rested against her damp mound, "I hope this client isn't a feline or he might not be able to think straight..."
The bra was next. She put it on, then turned to look at herself in that mirror, smiling and teasing a fingertip over her tummy. She was a sexy girl, she knew that, from her beautiful face, to her perky breasts, flat tummy and wide hips, down to her heart shaped rump and toned thighs, long legs and small feet. She almost hated to pull the dress on.
The blood red silk slid over her fur, and she shivered at its touch. She reached behind her back and zipped the dress up, posing in front of that mirror one last time. The dress fell just slightly above mid thigh, a very short dress indeed, and it was low cut in the front as well, dipping down far enough and wide enough to almost show her nipples. The slightest hint of that black lace bra visible at the bottom of that white furred cleavage. She slid her paws over herself, lifting the dress to flash her panties for a moment, then sliding them up over her hips, her tummy, cupping her breasts and growling to herself in the mirror.
She was ready for work.
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The drive was the worst thing about her job. After leaving her home in her new car; nothing sporty or flashy, but new and clean, she had to drive across town, get onto the highway, and then drive twenty minutes to the city. It was a drive she hated. Every kilometer that passed, nature and peace seemed to slip away. Forest gave way to suburbs and then to shopping centers and strip malls, corner stores and car dealerships. The beautiful little town she called home quickly melted into the dirty, noisy city she had finally gotten away from. The traffic went from a few cars going about their business to the jams and fuss of thousands trying to get somewhere fast.
Thankfully, she was used to the drive and it went by quickly. Before long, she was pulling off the busy highway and onto a much less crowded road. Office building rolled by on either side, and after a few blocks, she made a right hand turn into an underground parking lot. She parked in her space, turned off her car and sighed. Checking her long black hair in the mirror, and smiling to herself, she put on her best meeting-new-client face, and the personality that went with it. The car door closed behind her and the car beeped twice as the doors locked themselves. She tossed her keys into her purse and pushed the up button on the elevator.
As usual, she was alone in the elevator. The doors opened almost at once onto the empty little room. She pressed the floor she needed, the tenth, and waited for the doors to close. Tapping her foot, no longer bare foot, now wearing a elegant red shoe to match her dress, she waited for her floor. No stops along the way for other passengers. In a few short moments, a ding brought her out of her thoughs, and the doors opened.
She was greeted by a stunning view of the mountains, out a large window, and as was now usual, an empty reception desk and a half open door to the office beyond. The tenth floor was entirely their business, but one had to pass threw that office to get anywhere but the reception area.
She let her eyes drift over that little used room. To her right, the desk and doorway, to her left, a small lobby with a few chairs along the wall, magazines on a small table, and photos of herself and several other employees in various poses, all what would certainly be classed by a photographer as an artistic nude, or by anyone else as porn. She met her own eyes in one of those photos, an image of her, covered only by her paws over her nipples and her tail up between her thighs, and winked to herself.
Turning right, the only sound was the click of her heals on the tiled floor. She looked at the reception desk, and shook her head. The seat behind was visibly damp, and a knotted toy was laying on the shelf under the desktop, beside the keyboard, easily visible to any that looked as they walked past the desk.
"Alex, if you got dildo's modeled after your dick, I had better get one! I'll feel left out!" She said as she opened the door to the office. Sure enough, there was a rump easily visible under the edge of Alex's desk, and the room stank of sex. A little giggle could be heard from under the table. He reached down, shhed, and she could hear the little rabbit under that desk trying not to gag as he pressed down on the back of her head.
"Did she leave that laying around again? I had to get her something... this little rabbit would let me pay her in cum if I would let her live under my desk and buy her lunch every day... Sadly, that might be hard to do taxes for." He leaned forward and more giggling could be heard from under that desk, "You look stunning today Ally."
Alex was a handsome male. A wolf of atleast six and a half feet, broad shoulders and almost always a smile on his lips. He was dark furred, a few shades on the gray side of black, with graying hair. He looked strong, smart, and welcoming, and seemed even more so once you got to know him. He was more a friend to his employees than a boss, or in some cases, or most cases, more a lover.
He was dressed as he usually was, in a white suit, tailored to fit his larger than average frame. He crossed his arms on the desk and nodded to his right. She looked to the left as he did so, toward what he was indicating. She hadn't even noticed the small, red furred fox sitting against the wall, watching the exchange. He was sitting at the far end of a couch, laying with her head in his lap was one of Ally's coworkers, a black furred feline. The fox was idly fondling one of her breasts, as that feline purred up at him, "This is the client I called you about... his name is Mathew D'Clu..."
"Please, just Mat." Came that small fox's voice. He couldn't have been more than five foot five, and maybe 150 lbs. His voice was gentle, and his smile warm, "Also, please let me thank you for coming in on your day off... If time was not an issue, I would never have asked..."
Alex smiled and shook his head, "Please, think nothing of it... You can trust me when I say Ally here has been called in at stranger hours than this." She giggled, and the fox slipped his hand under that black furred feline's dress, making her whimper as he cupped her breast, "You see... Mathew... Mat... well, would you rather tell the story yourself?" He asked, looking to the fox, who shook his head, "Alright Then. Mat here recently came into a large sum of money... He is an author and one of his books is being made into a movie."
"I don't do film." She said, reminding him before he got any further.
"No no, I know you don't." Alex smiled and shook his head, reaching down and patting the head of the rabbit under his desk, "Hun, go into the next room please, and you too Sara..." The rabbit crawled out from under that desk, blushing as she whipped the mess from her cheeks and pulled her panties back up. Sara, the black feline sharing the couch with Mat nuzzled his chest and murred, "See you later?" She purred in his ear then headed out the door behind Alex, back to the other rooms of the business.
When both the doors closed, Alex looked back to Ally, "He wants to hire you as an escort."
She looked puzzled, "Then why the meeting? You set my rates and pick my clients..."
"He wants you for a week, on a vacation..."
She blinked a few times, "A... A week?"
Both male's nodded, "I know we don't usually do this sort of thing... I don't think I have ever even had a male ask for anything longer than eight hours... Over night a time or two but those were always repeat customers."
"I don't know about this Alex... A week is... thats a lot of 'escorting'" She looked over at Mat, his eyes were on her, he seemed to enjoy the site of her as much as Alex, as certainly wasn't as ready for it.
"The money is... extensive... Far more than you have earned in the last two years, your cut alone... And he will be spending a small fortune on the vacation and such as well... It would be a dream week for most women Ally..." Alex stood, and chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants and doing them up, "I know your happy the way your life is now... but you would be able to take time off, maybe take the summer off and enjoy that garden of yours... Hell, maybe find time for a relationship? I know you want to settle down and start a family..."
"So, what is your cut?" She asked, as he tried so hard to talk her into it.
"L... Lets just say it would be a good contract for all involved." He said, avoiding her eyes and chuckling to himself, "Ok... so your taking a third... Its still a huge sum... and you know the business isn't really booming this year, I don't want to have to let girls go."
"No trying to guilt me." She growled. Then, closing her eyes, she walked over to Mat. She reached down, and smiled as that male, inches shorter than her, flinched slightly. She softly cupped his left cheek in her paw, "How about you let this handsome little man convince me he is a nice enough guy for me to give a week of my life to... He is an author, he must be good with words."