Slowhand--Chapter 3
#3 of Slowhand
Disclaimer: All characters are (c) Roxanna Foxfire, with exception to Ezra, who is (c) his player.
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Chapter 3: Hiding Much Too Long
"This is Layla."
The white tiger sat back and ate while watching the news, rolling his eyes at the stupidity of celebrities who somehow made it to the mainstream news station, to the ridiculous bills trying to be passed in Congress. He wondered how Layla felt about all the politics going on around her; he guaranteed a life up there was never boring. Not like down here.
It was Layla.
Aww shucks?!
"Um, well...where to start? I guess..." he paused. "I kinda wanted to try bondage sometime, provided it was the right woman, you know. But not to turn you off or anything..."
That's when he noticed something had...changed. He listened to her breathing, and how when she talked, she sounded short of breath. "Layla, are you alright?"
"Are you...are you touching yourself?" he asked slowly. She gasped, then stammered, "I...I don't think I can help it. Your voice...sounds really sexy."
He chuckled nervously. "Well, um...well hell, this is kinda awkward."
Layla didn't know if she'd heard right. "Wait, you do?"
Ezra couldn't deny that. He unzipped his jeans and reached a large paw inside, easing out his cock, already hard and standing erect. He replied breathlessly as his hand closed around it. "Yeah..."
Layla was lying back on her bed, the receiver balanced between her ear and shoulder, as one hand touched her clit, the other reaching for her bedside table. She opened the drawer and took out a dildo, not even bothering to lube it up as she moved the soaked fabric of her panties to the side, sliding the dildo inside her. She closed her eyes and gasped as it entered her, and she tried imagining that it had barbs and bumps along it that tickled her inside. She'd never been with a feline before, and she wondered how sex would be with Ezra.
She came sooner than she wanted to, but she let it go, climaxing without warning. The vixen let out a loud scream of passion as she came, her hips bucking out of control, she still thrusting the dildo in and out of herself, until her body couldn't take it anymore. Over the phone, she heard Ezra's own moans of passion as he came, groaning, whispering her name, "Oh god, Layla..."
really good...how about Tiger?"
"What the fuck do you mean 'You're fired!'" he yelled at his bosses. His manager, and the president of the company, just stared back, but sent him smiles as fake as a porn star's tits. The manager, a tomcat, shrugged and loudly sipped on his cup of coffee.
Right...see, we've been having some budget cutbacks lately..."
What the hell was he going to do now? Where could he go? Who would hire him? But right now, he was feeling really depressed. Who could he talk to?
The phone on Layla's desk rang. She set down the manila folder and answered, "Sanford, Lyon and Co., this is Layla Manning, how can I help you?"
can I do? Find another job, somehow, and soon..."
Later that evening, as he ate a cheese pizza, alone and in his boxer shorts, he got up to check his email. There was the message from Layla, then one from...
_ Michael Grandin_
Wait, the Michael Grandin?! The Junior Director of the Museum, THAT Michael Grandin?!