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PROBABLY DOING IT WRONG

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Working at a car wash was not Mary's not the job Mary had in mind to help her through college, but it beat a McJob. She'd known people that worked in fast food, and she knew the way the stink of fat and frying oil stuck to their fur. At least here, she got to work outside, and the tips were nice...

Or so she told herself.

The pay was crappy, and most people were too miserly to give her more than a buck; two, if she was lucky. It ate at her when she busted her butt washing a car that cost more than her whole damn college tuition, only to get attitude instead of gratitude... But it was work, and she was grateful to have it.

Her paw dipped into her pocket and crinkled the few bills she had there. She'd got enough in singles and change to do her laundry, but nothing more. No money meant another weekend of staying in her dorm room, studying and eating ramen while her friends went out and partied. It was great for her grades, but murder on her social life.

She sighed. It was well past five, and as the sun sank low on the horizon, the highway grew still. The few cars that were being washed by other workers would likely be among the last customers of the day. There wasn't much business after people finished their daily commute and errands.

She fidgeted with the micro-fiber cloth she held in her paws, wringing it tight. Come on, she thought. One more car! At least let me get enough for a pizza!

A big white land-yacht of a car peeled off the highway and rolled onto the lot, it's chrome grill pointed right at her. It was somehow both huge and boxy, but elegant, in the style that stopped being popular well before she was born. Though there was dirt and grime around the wheel wells and undercarriage, it was otherwise in perfect condition.

Mary didn't know much about cars, but she knew the big ones were real gas-guzzlers. It was a man's car, a symbol of status and money to burn.

Jackpot.

She took in a breath that threw her perky chest out against her thin red shirt, then she bounced on over to the car before anyone else could swoop in. Hi!" Mary chirped, so full of pep and cheer that she sounded more like a chipmunk than the wolf that she was.

She peered down at the tinted window, and addressed her own reflection as if it were a favored customer. "Welcome to Wilson's Wax and Wash, where the customer _always_comes first." She giggled, and tilted her head to one side. "I'm Mary. How may I help you today?"

The window buzzed down, making that sound that all old power windows did. The tiger behind it regarded her with an even stare that made her think she'd done something wrong, until she saw the faint curve of the cat's smile, which was every bit as perfect and white as his car. "Evenin'," he rumbled. His voice was low and powerful, not unlike the rumble of his car's engine.

"I'm afraid I've been remiss in keeping my car as clean as it should be. Is that something you could take care of for me?" His smile broadened, flashing fangs.

Oh yes sir, Mary thought. The big cat wasn't as old as his car, but he was older than her, and well-dressed. He wore a slate-grey suit, no tie, his jacket left open across a white dress shirt. His clothes were tailored, or maybe he just filled them out exceptionally well. Whatever the case, they certainly flattered his broad-shouldered body.

"I'd be happy to," she replied, beaming. It was nice to see a real man for a change, instead of frat boys in beamers bought with their parent's money, stuck-up assholes, or rednecks in jacked trucks.

"Good," he said. He pulled the metal leviathan into the nearest open spot, then shut the window, and climbed out.

He was just as tall as Mary guessed he would be, towering above her. Some small part of her had expected him to be wearing cowboy boots, it being Texas and all, but his shoes were expensive, made of dark leather, and polished to a fine sheen .

"Please, begin. I'll be right back." With that, the tiger turned on his heel and stalked off toward the office, his tail twitching behind him.

Mary squeezed her cloth as she watched him go, her eyes trailing from his hard shoulders to his firm ass. He was a big man, but he barely made a sound as he moved across the cracked concrete, as graceful and silent as a cat should be.

_Mmpf._A hot quiver went through her stomach as she watched him go. Normally, she'd be against showing off the goods for a better tip... But in this case, she was willing to make an exception. Her fingers played with the buttons on the neck of her work shirt. Would he notice if she opened it up a little? She sure as hell hoped so!

She popped a few buttons as she went and filled her bucket with hot, sudsy water. It was against the rules to start before a customer told you exactly what they wanted ( and paid for it ), but the tiger had told her to, and she wasn't going to disappoint him.

Mary threw a big sponge into the bucket, tucked her cloth into an empty pocket, and hurried over to his car. She grabbed her sponge and went to work at once, cleaning the Cadillac's hood with smooth, broad strokes. The hood was easy, but she had to get down on her knees to scrub the grit and dirt from around the wheels.

She never noticed the tiger's approach, but she grew aware of someone watching her, felt the weight of his eyes upon her body. The back of her neck went all tingly, sending out little pulses of nervous energy that danced up and down her spine. There was something electric about being caught in the gaze of a powerful man, a man you respected from the moment you laid eyes upon him.

Did he like the sight of a college girl on her knees? Mary smirked to herself. What guy wouldn't? She threw her hips back a bit more than she had to as she leaned down to scour the lowest parts of the car, with one paw braced on the wheel. Her jeans drew taut around her pert ass and her slender thighs, her tail flagged up and curled across her back.

Was it working? She bent a little more, causing her shirt to ride up and expose a band of black fur between her jeans and her shirt. Maybe he's not an ass guy, she thought, but she wasn't about to look back and check.

"You work fast," he said, not long after she finished up on the panel she'd been working on. "And well. Seems like you'll be all done in just a few minutes. A real shame... I was hoping to watch you work a little longer."

Yes! She had the fish on the line, she just had to reel him in. Maybe she could even drum up some repeat business if she laid it on _real_thick. Mary gave the car one last stroke, and then discretely brushed the sponge across her chest to dampen her shirt. The thin red fabric went dark, and flattened against the curves of her chest, hugging close enough to give the tiger quite a show.

"I'm glad you approve of my service, sir," she spoke, her voice just above a murmur. She rose to her feet and turned to face him, her chest out, her weight resting on her heels.

His eyes sank down to her wet, open shirt, his gaze as slow and deliberate as a spotlight searching the night sky. They swept across the rise of her chest, then down her slender tummy, before finally coming to rest on her bared midriff. He focused on the small silver ring in her navel, then smiled, and looked back up at her.

A flash of heat ran up from between her thighs and pooled in her stomach, her inner predator awakened by the cat's gaze. It was a damn shame they had to meet at work. Here, she was just been playing around for a bigger tip, but if they'd met at a bar... No,_Mary thought. _I'd never meet a guy like that at the bars I go to. There was no way the tiger would be the kind of man that lingered around college bars and drank Jagerbombs.

"It's so hard to find good help, to find someone so... Attentive." He took a few steps closer to her, and glanced down at her stomach, at her piercing. "If you do a good job, I'll have to come back again. Just don't let this..." he paused to press his finger against her jewelry, tugging on the stainless steel ring with a barely extended claw. "Scratch my paint."

He applied almost no tension at all, but it was enough to make her gasp. The trembling heat in her stomach doubled up and made her slit water in anticipation of his paw moving a little closer, a little lower- But it didn't. He simply retracted his claw, smirked, and gestured for her to continue.

"Y-Yes sir," Mary stammered, her face and ears glowing bright and hot. She turned away and grabbed her bucket and sponge to continue on to the next part of the car, moving a little faster and stiffer than before. If any other customer had touched her, she'd have slapped the shit out of him, but... The tiger left her wanting more.

His shadow darkened her back as she worked, his body always close to her's. He was never so close as to get in the way ( or get his shoes wet ), but he lingered near enough to be a constant presence in her mind. The sublime smell of his feline, masculine scent filled her nose with every breath, making her keenly aware of the tiger's growing arousal.

As she moved to rise from scrubbing the last wheel, a firm paw fell upon her shoulder and held her on her knees. Mary turned to look at him, and gasped when she found herself nose-to-prick with the tiger's cock. It wasn't out in the open, but a thin layer of tailored fabric couldn't hide the huge erection jutting from between the big cat's legs.

"You've done good work. Would you be interested in a little more?" _Damn!_Even when the guy was propositioning her, his voice was filled with faultless confidence.

Mary bit her bottom lip and slowly looked up at him. She was hardly a virgin; it wasn't even the first time she was approached at work... But she'd never wanted to play around with any of the usual idiots she bumped into on the job.

This one was a different story. Still... Her boss would probably be upset with her if she started blowing customers in front of the car wash.

He must have sensed her hesitation, because his regal face split in a toothy grin. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "Where are my manners? I should have paid you for the job you've completed before offering you another." His hand slid into his pant's pocket and came up full, his palm heavy with folded over bills held together by a golden money clip.

It was a cornucopia of cash: twenties, fifties, and hundreds. He had to have at least a grand in his paw, probably more. He peeled off a single hundred dollar bill, folded it between two fingers, and offered it to the gaping wolf. "For a job well done."

She plucked it from his fingers, her paw trembling faintly, and stuffed it deep down into her pocket. "Thank you," she whispered.

"There's more..." He replied, his smirk growing to truly catlike proportions. "If you want it."

Her eyes fell to the tent in his trousers, so tall, and eager to be touched. She knew she should be offended that the cat all but straight up offered to buy his way inside of her... But anger never materialized. In a way, she was flattered. The man could have any woman he wanted, but he wanted her.

She glanced around them. The Cadillac's massive frame sat between her and her coworkers. They probably wouldn't notice her as they worked on the last few cars of the day. The tiger's body shielded her from the other direction, but if someone stepped out of the office or pulled into the lot, she'd be caught red-handed, fired, and maybe arrested.

What did it say about her that the risk enticed her as much as it frightened her? It didn't take long to make her choice.

"OK," she whispered. Mary resettled on her knees and dropped her sponge, sparing only a second to wipe her wet paws on her shirt. Then she went to work, cradling, squeezing the cat's cock with one paw while the other brought down his fly. He was weighty and thick in her paw, and she swore she could feel the vibration of his pleased purr carrying into his turgid flesh, even through the fabric of his pants.

"You're as good with your hands as I thought you were," he whispered in quiet praise, his paw squeezing her shoulder. Her blush grew at his words, then brighter still as he sprang from his fly and damn near hit her in the snout with his dick.

"Holy shit," she blurted out. He'd felt big, but it was more than she imagined. The tiger had the kind of cock that could be used to jack up a car in a pinch, massive, wide, and steely strong. His expression was the epitome of smug as she struggled to wrap her paw around it, but her thumb and forefinger never came together no matter how hard she squeezed.

This was not the tip she had in mind when she'd been teasing the tiger, but...

She gripped the monster in both paws, one at the base, one behind the swollen helmet. Both paws twerked and teased his flesh in tandem, causing it to throb in her grasp. It felt like a newly minted rod of metal in her paws, hard, yet malleable, and radiating heat.

"Go on," he urged. The tiger's paw fell upon her head, resting between her ears, his fingers cusping her skull. "Be a good dog."

For a moment she thought it would be more fun to bite than suck, but the impulse passed as soon as he pressed his cock to her lips. The musky-sweet smell of it so close to her nose was... Delightful.

Her lips parted, her tongue dipped past her bottom lip, and the tiger took that as his invitation. The stranger felt even bigger than he looked as he wedged her jaw open. The paw on the back of her head forced her straight down, until his dick was deep in her throat and the teeth of his fly pinched at her nose.

"Mmm, good girl!" He gave her a scritch behind her ear and rocked his hips against her muzzle. Mary's eyes were watering, her jaw was starting to ache, and yet... A part of her, a larger part than she'd like to admit, loved every minute of the dominant tiger's demeaning comments. Her cotton panties were soaked through, and the slick fabric tugged at her folds whenever her weight shifted.

Mary braced her paws on the tiger's hips, her palms planted on his pelvis. She grabbed his pants by the pockets and pulled, using them as leverage to bring them closer together. Her nose slipped into his fly and gnashed against the short, white, curly fur around the base of his dick, drowning her in his scent.

"You're really hungry for that cock, aren't you?" He closed his eyes for a moment, and chuckled beneath his breath. "I guess it's been a while since someone fed you."

His tail flickered back and forth between his thighs as she choked and sucked on him, her head twisting from side to side as it rose and fell upon the last three or four inches of him. It was as far back as the paw on her head would allow her to go before it drew her back and made her swallow him up as fast as she could.

The tiger fucked her face like she was a whore- And Mary let him. More than that, she forgot all about the money and everything else. She merely suckled and slobbered and drooled all over his meat, her tail wagging like she was a happy pup.

Did her coworkers know what she was doing? Were they watching? If they were, she could think of a few that would damn well enjoy the show as much as she would enjoy being watched. Even if they weren't, even if she was still hidden from them behind his car, anyone that glanced at them from the highway could see exactly what they were doing.

"I'm getting close," he whispered to her as he rolled his hips back. She took his dick with both paws as it fell from her muzzle, gleaming with her saliva. Drips and drabs of milky white ran from the slit and dribbled onto her wrists, marking her with his scent. She wrapped her lips around the tip and nursed him while her paws went to work, gliding up and down his massive, pulsating length.

"How much," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "How much would it take to pound your pussy raw, right here, right now?"

She popped her lips off of him and looked up at the leering tiger, her paws cradling his shaft. His eyes burned bright with want, his lips curled up across his fangs. If she let him, he would bend her over and fuck her silly, right out in the open where everyone would see...

"Everything," she choked out before she could stop herself. "Everything you have."

"Deal," he growled. She couldn't believe her ears! Mary was about to have the man of her dreams, and get paid doing it.

He leaned over and slid his paws beneath her arms, then scooped her up to her feet as if she weighed nothing at all. His paws snaked down and seized her jeans by the waist, jerking her them open and down her thighs. Her wet, white panties went with them, leaving her bare to his eyes- And anyone else that happened to be watching.

He pressed his palm flat against her aching slit and pushed a finger inside of her, coaxing a moan from her lips. It slid right in to the knuckle and did a slow circle, stretching her around the edges. His thumb found the hard nub of her clit and brushed against it, applying light but deliberate pressure. Her knees went all shaky, and she leaned back against the Cadillac, it's warm metal body pressed to her naked ass.

"You must really love to suck a dick if it gets you this wet," he purred down at her.

"The right dick," she murmured back. "Attached to the right man."

Her words made him grin ear to ear. The tiger clapped his free paw on her bare flank and 'helped' her up until she was sitting on the hood, her hips as close to the side as possible. His fingers played with her pussy, making sure she was good and ready for him as he laid her out across the hood of his car.

He didn't waste time with pushing her pants further than her thighs. He just bent her legs back, which brought her hips up, her cunt and asshole bare to him. The big cat then slipped his meat between her thighs, and she trembled with anticipation as it ground across her lips. It was every bit as wet as she was, which was a damn good thing. Taking the tiger without a bit of extra lube would have been a challenge.

"Let's see if I can make you howl," he rumbled. She drew in a deep breath and braced herself, trying to quell the rising tide of her anticipation, trying to relax, but it was no good. The second the mushroom head of his fat cock slapped the red, puffy lips of her mound, she clenched up, her tail thumping against the side of the car.

Mary made a sound not quite moan or squeal, but somewhere in between. "Jesus," she whispered as his cock head teased her scorching hot passage, prodding and poking, but stopping just shy of fucking her.

He nuzzled down against her neck and took her shirt in his teeth. With one jerk of his head, he ripped it right down the center, baring her black breasts to the dry Texas air. He nosed the fabric out of the way, then began to pluck and nip and lick at her nipples, his attention split equally between each hard nub.

"You want me to fuck your brains out, little wolf?"

She swallowed. Oh yes, yes I do, Mister Cat. She was burning up, and it had nothing to do with the ninety degree heat. The tiger's touch had done terrible things to her; terrible, wonderful things.

"Yes," she growled, her slender legs closing around his hips. She grabbed his shoulders and yanked him down by his shirt, her black talons tearing the fine fabric. "Quit screwing around and fuck me already."

He grinned up at her with his face still buried in her tits, his fierce yellow eyes brimming with desire. A rumbling growl bubbled up from the back of his throat, and it grew into a roar as his hips lurched and speared his impressive length straight into her dripping crevice.

Her whole body shuddered and thrashed beneath him as she was stretched and filled so completely, so utterly, that it felt like she was a virgin all over again. Mary almost ripped the sleeves from his shirt at the shoulders, her claws digging into the striped pelt beneath. If she broke skin, he didn't seem to mind.

"Such a tight little bitch," he rasped against her neck. His paw groped her ass and used it as leverage to draw her quivering body down the last few inches of his throbbing meat.

Mary couldn't hold it in any longer. She howled long and loud as their hips crashed together, his body flush with her own. There were voices speaking around her, some of which she recognized at her co-workers, and some she didn't... But the words they spoke were muddled and unimportant when compared to the rapturous fire that burned up and down her nerves. .

The tiger gave her body no time to acclimate to him. He just drew his hips back and slammed them forward again, making her yip in delighted agony. The wet slap of his bare cock bottoming out inside of her was accompanied by the thud of the his knees bucking into the side of his car.

His clawed fingers raked up the curve of her ass, causing her body to jerk and draw taut around the cock in her tummy. It wasn't quite twilight yet, but as she gasped and stared up at the sky, she could swear she was seeing stars.

"I bet you'd like it if I filled your pussy up with a nice, hot load," he growled. The rumbling of his voice carried through his hard chest, and she could feel it pass through into her's where their torsos met.

I would, she thought. But I'm not on the pill.

Mary thought about telling him, but she knew he wouldn't care enough to stop, or pull out...

And she realized with a shiver that she didn't want him to, either.

Mary dug her heels into the dimples of his ass and pushed down, grinding their hips together. "Don't stop until you do," she growled back at him. "Don't fucking stop!"

He didn't need to be told twice. The tiger pounded her pussy with the intensity of a wild beast, his claws dug into her flesh, his fangs constantly at her neck. A perfect stranger was fucking the living daylights out of her in front of her coworkers, and all she could think was harder, damn it, harder!

The constant pressure of the huge cock crashing into her made it hard to breathe, hard to think or focus. Her world became naught but the sensation of flesh on flesh, the weight of his body upon her's, and the hot metal hood pressed to her back.

The hot tension that swirled in her belly became denser and denser until it felt as though a sun was trembling within, threatening to explode. Mary didn't dare fight it. She embraced the scorching rush of her climax with a breathless moan that was absolutely whorish. Her toes curled as her legs snapped around his waist as the first quivering spasm raced through her torrid channel, her pussy dancing around his dick, begging for his release.

He snarled and bit her shoulder hard enough to make her gasp, and she knew then he was about to cum. One last stab buried him well within her, and then it happened. A wet heat gushed into her passage and radiated throughout, all while the tiger rocked and moaned and grunted. He came so much that it flowed up out of her and ran down the back of her thighs, his seed dripping onto the car below.

They stayed like that for maybe a minute, and then his mouth lifted from her shoulder. His paws found her weak knees, and spread them, easing them free of his body. He gave her sore shoulder one parting lick of with his rough tongue, then stood, casually tucking his softening dick back into his slacks.

The dazed wolf looked all around her. Her coworkers had closed in, forming a semi-circle on the other side of the car. The boys, all young college kids like her, were hard as hell and gaping at the sight before them.

The girls beside them were just as shocked and horny as they were, but they did a better job of hiding it.

It was their scents that gave them away.

Mary blushed as she sat up on the Cadillac's hood. Thick globs of tiger cum ran from her body and pooled on the hood beneath, soaking into the fur on her thighs. Her pants fell around her knees when she stood up, and her legs went all rubbery, forcing her to brace herself on the car.

Shit. There was an awful lot of it.... Maybe the tiger did knock her up.

"You fuck way too well to sweat in a place like this," the tiger said. His voice was more subdued, almost breathy, but not without a stern edge. He drew a card from his pocket and laid it on the hood of his car, along with the bills he carried, money clip and all.

"Thanks," she sputtered. What else could she say to him? She reached for the money, but he grabbed her wrist before she could take it.

"The job's not done," he murmured. Another paw fell on her shoulder, strong and insistent. Her weak legs folded beneath her as he made her kneel beside him.

"I don't know if I can go again," she whined, though she was more than willing to find out.

"No, no, not that." He laughed and shook his head, then grabbed her headfur and pointed her muzzle at the pool of cum that had oozed from her depths and leaked all over the Cadillac's hood. "You're the professional, why don't you clean that up?"

She looked up at her co-workers, then hurriedly back down again, her eyes on the pearly puddle before her. It smelled of their mingled scents, of wolf and tiger, and of the sickly sweet smell of sex. Mary popped her muzzle open and lapped at it with her tongue, all while the tiger's paw steered her head, making sure that she didn't miss a single drop.

When he was satisfied, his grip went slack, allowing her to slouch back onto her knees. She fumbled for the cash- And for the card. She was probably going to need a new job, after all...

The tiger gave her head a pat, as if she was a puppy, and then he walked calmly to the driver's side door and eased himself down into the seat. "Call, soon," he said. Then he shut the door and vanished behind steel and tinted glass. A second later, the engine came to life and the big cat in the big car rolled straight back, then off the lot, and onto the freeway. He was out of sight in less than a minute.

Mary didn't even try to close her ruined shirt. She just stood up, shaky and uncertain, and yanked her pants up. She winced as the crotch drew against her sore sex, but she'd get over it. It was nothing a good bath and a little rest wouldn't cure, and... It had been more than worth it. She tucked the tiger's money and his card into her pocket, then turned away from her stunned co-workers and began to walk away.

One of them called out to her, a boy wolf who's name she just couldn't remember. "Uh- Uh, Mary! You uh, want a ride home?"

She glanced at him over her shoulder, looked down at the bulge in his pants, and grinned. "You couldn't afford it," she called back, patting the fat stack in her pocket.