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It was a night like any other in the Big City. The rain was coming down heavy, enough to soak you to the bone...but no where near the deluge needed to cleanse the grit and grime of this damned place.

Lucky enough for me: I was stuck inside my office.

It was yet another night without a case. I sagged in my chair, grabbing the glass on my desk. I was drinking the last couple of bucks I had to my name in the form of some gutter quality bourbon, doing its best to help keep my mind off thinking about just how the hell am I was going to make it through the end of the week.

I was grateful the damn roof wasn't leaking for once, but that was about the only thing I could be upbeat about.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of the rain pouring down outside, battering against the window as it tried to get in. There was also the creaking of the old ceiling fan as it struggled to spin round, almost as if it had doubts it was worth the effort. I brought the dirty glass of whiskey to my lips and swallowed it as quick enough not to think too much about the cheap rotgut I was putting in me.

Nearly choked on the stuff in surprise when I heard a knock on the door.

No one knocks on my door... not at this hour... or any other really.

The words were on my lips already to tell them politely to go the hell away, but before I had the chance to tell them I was too busy to deal with whatever problem they were troubled with, the dirty brass of the handle turned, ushering the door open with a creek.

And when I saw her... the words disappeared from my lips and were completely replaced with 'Wowza', whispering it to myself.

Her chest came into the room 5 minutes before the rest of her, at least, and boy did those milky mounds make their presence known. Two beautiful, bountiful breasts bouncing slightly as she came into the room, melon-sized heralds announcing the arrival of the enticing beauty they belonged to. She was a beautiful creature with hair as black as a moonless night, cascading over her face like a raven colored waterfall, hiding one of her eyes. The other eye: a bright pool of azure as deep as the ocean. The rest of her was mostly a flash of red, a tight dress that she filled to the brim. The dress clung to her, from her expansive breasts to her wide hips which were almost bigger than the door.

By the look of things, she didn't have an umbrella to her name; the poor girl was dripping wet. Her dress stuck to her close, completely soaked, along with her white and black fur that still managed to maintain a bit of 'fluff' despite the rains best efforts. I did my best not to notice how visible her dark bra was underneath that soaked fabric of her dress. It was clearly a heavy duty number (it needed to be considering the set of heavy cannons she was carrying on her chest) but it still managed to be elegant while doing its job, though it seemed to be in a struggle with her nipples, two bumps pushing through visibly.

The rest of her was a little harder not to notice... The deep valley between her soft, soaked breasts would make the Grand Canyon look like anthills, the kind of mountains that great expeditions were set off to climb and claim; certainly an idea I wouldn't mind.

Her hips were a sight to behold as well. Wide and shapely, giving her wonderful curves. 'Child-bearing' wouldn't do them justice; from the looks of it, they could bear an entire generation.

Overall...she had the body of a fertility goddess, the kind prehistoric men would've made cave paintings of with whatever they could find.

She wore heels that clicked and clacked with every step she took towards my desk. My eyes locked with her's, getting lost in that single azure pool uncovered by her wet, dark colored hair. She had a sullen expression across her muzzle and a sort of lost look in her eye. It wasn't just the rain that had got to her, I could sense something else was bothering the gal.

By the look of her fur, snout, and ears, she was a husky. Normally I didn't care much for canines, but I don't mind making exceptions from time to time, especially when it came to women like her...

"Can I help you with something, sweetheart?" I asked. I knew full well whatever it was she needed, it wasn't going to be something easy like directions to the L train or if I could spare an umbrella.

If she was a case, I needed the money... even if a dame like her is always bad news. Women like her don't need help from men like me unless they've landed into some trouble.

"Are you Oscar Stone?" she asked, the sound of her voice flowing over my large and ragged pink ears was as sweet as honey. It sent shivers down my spine and then some, my tail almost shooting straight up at the sound of her silken voice. Glad she couldn't see what was going on under my desk in my slacks, which certainly weren't living up to their name at all...

"That would be me." I said, giving her a grin, taking another sip of my drink and pretending to enjoy the taste.

"What can I help you with, darling?" Keeping eye contact with her was difficult as she brought those mountainous mammaries closer to where I was sitting behind my desk. I did my best not to stare, but when a piece of art like this comes comes along, it's worth more than just a glace or two...

"I'm looking for someone..." she said, reaching into her small purse, taking out an old black and white photo of a young man. It was another husky like her by the look of it. I looked it over for a few moments.

"Husband?" I asked, handing the picture back. I had hoped it wasn't... though it would be hard to believe a dame like her wasn't taken.

She carefully stored it away in her purse and shook her head, a tear welling up out of the blue of her eye till it cascaded down her cheek.

"Brother..." she said, sighing and sniffling softly, "I was told you were the best..." she said with a weak smile, brightening up a bit as she looked at me. I was silent for a moment and finished my drink with a rough cough as the swill burned my throat.

I struggled to tell her the truth...I had to explain that someone played a trick on her. I wanted to lie to her and say I was whatever she wanted me to be. Hell, I'd be the King of Siam for her if that's what she needed me to be. But I decided to do the right thing...

"I don't know who told you that, but I ain't gonna lie to you... I ain't the best." I put the empty glass back on the desk and leaned back in my chair. I searched under my desk for the bottle of bourbon, growling a bit seeing it only had a few sips left. I didn't even bother with the glass this time as I took a sip, "I ain't even the third or fifth best. I wouldn't be a dump like this if I was 'the best', that's for sure."

"That doesn't matter..." she said in her sweet, soft voice, "I believe you're the only one who can help."

I wanted to tell her off, tell her she was a foolish gal to waste any kind of faith in me. But I couldn't muster up the courage to tell it to her face. With the way she looked, it was hard for me to tell her anything other than what she wanted to hear. I finished off the bottle and put it down on the desk.

I sighed, feeling as if I was going to regret saying it but I cleared my throat and said: "Fine...I'll help you find your brother..." I grumbled out, "But I'm gonna need some more information than some old picture..."

She smiled, her face lighting up bright and clear like the sunrise after a dark, dreary night. The girl could get a man to do anything she wanted him to do, if she knew what she was doing.

I wasn't quite sure myself that she didn't...

"First things first, though." I said, shifting in my chair, "I'm no use in the current state I'm in. Come back bright and early tomorrow morning and we'll get started on this."

She nodded, still smiling, though something obviously dawned on her not a moment after. She looked down, shyly. "I... I don't have any money for a cab..." she said, frowning, having a damn heartbreaking look across her muzzle.

I didn't have any money for a cab either... and I wasn't just gonna send her out into the rain after she was just starting to dry off.

I sighed and got up with a grunt from my spot behind the desk. "This place might... double as my apartment..." I admitted, "I got a murphy bed stashed away over here. It's a bit lumpy but it beats sleeping in this chair or on the floor." I moved past her to bring down the bed stored in the wall with a grunt, struggling with the old hinges that could've used some oil to loosen them up. "There's a bathroom down the hall if you need a shower, but I doubt you'll get much hot water. The rain outside might be warmer than whatever you could get from those old pipes."

She smiled bright again, warm and pleasant enough to clear up the dreariness of this damn place and thanked me. She walked over to the bed and took off her heels, clearly glad to have them off.

She smiled at up at me after she sat down on the bed. I smiled back down at her, doing my best to be a gentlemen and not stare down between those mountainous breasts (it was such a great view though...)

Her eyes trailed down my body and found their way towards my thighs, or at least between them. Her smile turned into a smirk as she looked back up at me with a certain look in her eyes.

I guess she saw something she liked...

I might not be the best looking rat out there. I try to keep my dark grey fur as clean and sleek as I can, but it always ends up in a mangy mess. I certainly ain't a hunk by any means, but I got enough meat on me that I don't go down in a fight too easy. I don't know how to sweet talk dames neither, not like those Don Juan types at least. Even all those things considered, though, I never had a hard time with the ladies. I have something special that seemed to make plenty flock to me...

"I was wondering if the other things they said about you were true..." the girl said, smiling up at me, sitting upright and pressing her chest forward a bit, putting her rack out on display (as if it needed any help...) She beamed up at me, a bright smile on her face looking like a girl begging to open a present before christmas day. Her tail had started to wag behind her.

I looked down at her with a smirk, almost getting vertigo when I looked down her cleavage. "See for yourself... " I said, the mix of lust and booze putting me into my natural element and giving me the inflated bravado of a stallion.

Hell, I practically WAS one.

She thought my suggestion was a good idea, clearly, and got to work yanking off my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor. "I need to pay you back for you kindness of letting me stay here...". My briefs were bulging tight trying to keep my cock inside, throbbing hard since the moment she walked into the place almost. A wet spot was spreading from the tented tip of the briefs where pre was leaking out of my cock like a broken faucet. She tugged at the undies and wiggled them off of me, letting my cock spring free. She managed to dodge the meaty member as it almost sprang up and hit her across the snout coming out. She let out a pleased coo as she took in the sight of my bare member throbbing in time with my heartbeat before her.

The urge to empty my balls was outweighing my urges to do the right thing for a few moments but I couldn't let her continue with this supposed 'payment' of hers. I pushed her back a bit when she started to move her muzzle towards my aching cock.

"Listen, doll..." I said, trying to keep my composure being so exposed like this, "You don't have to do this... you don't owe me nothin' for staying the night here..." I couldn't believe what I had said in front of a beauty like this, trying to be a gentleman while I had such a beauty ready to suck my cock inches away from me.

She smiled up at me and put one hand on my cock, not even able to wrap her fingers around it, "I've wanted to do this ever since I heard about you... at least after I heard about what you had between your legs." She said with a sweet little giggle.

I smirked at her. If she wanted some thick rat meat, she was going to get plenty of it.

I never had a chance to give my cock an official measurement, but I knew it was big. Certainly not something a rat like me should have, that's for sure. Some gals said it was big for a damn horse, let alone a rodent. I never believed them though, thought it was just one of those things dames say to build guys up in the bedroom. Every guy is hung like a horse, and the all the horses are hung like elephants and so on. I didn't need any extra building up.

A year or so ago, I had a fun experience with a curvy clydesdale gal easily twice my size who felt like a perfect fit for me when I was buried in her, all the way to the hilt. She said she hadn't had a 'proper cock' in ages, and I was happy to provide. On multiple occasions. Still see her every now and again. Lovely gal...though her husband ain't too bright. After all that, I started to think maybe the other girls were on to something.

It's too big for some, sure, but for others: it's exactly what they need. And the way this puppy was eying every last thickly veined inch of my cock as it throbbed just for her, it was clear she definitely needed it....

One soft paw tried its best to wrap around the base of my cock as she moved her muzzle forward. She wrapped her plump lips around the bulbous swollen tip, her long and agile canine tongue lapping out at the underside of it, rolling around under the broad crown as she suckled up the drooling pre that spurt into her hungry mouth. She busied her hands by stroking my shaft with one paw while the other went for my balls.

It was normal for rats to have big balls, and I certainly was no exception, except mine more closely matched the size of my cock (and then some). They were almost almost full to bursting after the sizeable dry spell I had been having. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't expect one oversized nut to fill her hand so much, or that it would be so heavy when she hefted it. I hope it helped her think about the size of load she'll be in for soon, though the usual look of surprise when they find out first hand is always a joy to see...

She closed her eyes as she sank my cock deeper into her muzzle, that tongue of hers working wonders on the underside of my throbbing mast. I reached the back of her throat in no time and she kept going without missing a beat.

She was good... damn good! The dame put up such an act of being a helpless innocent girl, but I knew better...this gal clearly knew her way around a cock, big ones too.

Then it dawned on me...This girl was probably a 'professional'. Which meant I was going to be in a harder case than I expected. Working gals never made things easy for me. I would've worried about it some more but it was hard to think of anything other than those big, luscious lips wrapped around my cock and that talented tongue working its magic.

Her soft paw kept on stroking the half a foot or so of cock outside her muzzle, coaxing out more pre from my aching balls, spurting out of my cock and down her throat, filling up that soft belly of hers. No doubt she had plenty of room for more. I let out moan as my legs shook from pleasure. She looked up at me with one azure eye, the other covered by her silken black hair. She made sure I was watching as she took more and more of that cock into her mouth. I couldn't do anything else but stare in awe as she took it all the way to the base.

Fuck, she was good. Her tongue lapped at my balls as I could feel her throat squeeze around my cock, every last inch of me inside her muzzle.

"Keep going like that..." I said with a rough huff, grabbing the back of her head and pushing my cock into her muzzle a bit, "... and I'll cum before I can even give you the fucking you deserve..." I said with a smile.

She looked up with her one uncovered blue eye and slowly pulled off of my cock. She lapped the broad swollen tip clean with her broad yet agile tongue as my glistening cock throbbed in the cold night air. A spurt of pre shot out of my cock and landed on her nose, making her giggle a bit as she licked it up

"Lets get you out of those clothes." I said with a smirk, "Would hate to ruin such a pretty dress with the mess you're in for..."

She smiled and got up slowly, one hand still wrapped around my cock, using the steely mast to help her get to her feet. She turned away from me and I helped remove the red dress she wore, using up all the willpower I had at that moment to stop myself from simply ripping it off and taking her already like the horny beast I was keeping at bay inside me. Then came her bra, the beautiful and heavy duty number that I noticed earlier, looking even more elegant and sexy without the wet dress in the way. It had a complex series of hooks that needed to be undone before I could give her breasts the freedom they needed. Deft fingers worked the hooks apart and within moments her bra was off. She let out a sigh of relief as her boobs came free from their confines, sagging slightly but still managing to keep more than a hint of perkiness. Her nipples were hard and pink, roughly the size of my thumb and begging to be sucked. The hard nipples were surrounded by wide, puffy areolas.

She turned to face me, having to take step back first so she didn't sideswipe me with her boobs when she turned around. Once she was facing me, she pushed forward, her breasts pressing up against me. I was tall for a rat and she was short for a husky so it came about even, me having to look down at her ever so slightly as she looked up at me. The look of her beautiful eyes had stunned me for a moment, making me take pause as I took her all in.

She was a sight to behold alright, and I was going to give her the night of her life.

"Well?" she finally asked, smiling up at me. One of her hands grabbed at my tie to bring me closer, her other hand squeezed around my cock to help snap me out of momentary daze of being overwhelmed with her curvaceous looks.

I leaned in towards her and growled playfully before turning her back around and guiding her onto the bed. I undid my tie and threw it aside, doing the same with my shirt. I stepped out of my pants and made my way towards her on the bed, my throbbing red cockhead guiding the way like the fleshy figurehead of massive ship eager to make its way into port and unload its cargo.

She got into position on her hands and knees with her rump into the air , tail lifted up and wagging excitedly. The bed was creaking under her, and was just going to make louder sounds throughout the night. The walls were paper thin too, so I guess some neighbors were going to have a fun night ahead.

Luckily for me, I didn't care.

I looked over the husky gal presented before me, savored the moment, taking in the offered sight. I moved in and peeled the lacy panties she wore off of her, taking note just how soaked they were.

"Someone's an eager pup..." I said with a smirk to her before gripping her ass and getting into position behind her. She looked back with a sultry smile and wiggled her hips in my hands, her tail raising a bit higher now.

I moved one hand over her ass, feeling the soft fur of her rump, a bit cold and wet but clearly warming up. I moved my fingers to her dripping lips and slid a digit in, then two, moving them in and around inside her to get a feel for what I was in for. The husky let out a small little moan as my fingers played with her.

Normally I'd do what I could to make sure whatever luscious lovely lady I was with was well prepared, but this girl seemed to be hot and ready to go. She was tight, but not too tight. She didn't exactly have the pussy of a working gal, though. Her muzzle must be far more experienced with big fellas than down here.

"Hope you're ready, doll..." I said as I guided my cock with one hand towards her swollen lips, the other hand gripping her hip. The turgid head of my throbbing cock drooled pre like a broken faucet as I took my sweet time getting it into position. She was practically squirming at this point, and I was enjoying every moment of it...

I could see a visible shiver roll up her spine as my cock met her pussy, the broad tip touching her lips and starting to spread them apart with ease, stretching her open with my thick length as I pressed into her. She moaned as her ravenous cunt sucked me into her deeper. I pulled back for a moment til my only the tip was inside her, letting her feel the sudden emptiness that a lack of cock gave her before thrusting back in.

She let out a sharp gasp, maybe out of surprise, maybe out of pain or pleasure. I was surprised myself... I misjudged my thrust and had ended up with my entire length inside her, filling her completely. I felt every inch of her squeezing around my cock as I saw her whole body shake and shiver, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted. She came already... she was definitely in for a fun ( and maybe exhausting) night then...

I waited a moment to let her settle in, to get used to my size and push past the orgasm shaking her body to the core. I smirked and gave her ass a squeeze, "Took it like a champ... hope you can handle some more... because you're going to get plenty." I chuckled and bucked my hips, her ass bouncing from the impact.

I didn't go easy on her, I was too horny to take it nice and slow. I couldn't even remember the last time I had a pussy this good, and I was going to damn well enjoy it. I grunted as I thrust in again, my heavy nuts swinging like wrecking balls with each slam home, the massive orbs slapping against her soft thighs, making them quake.

She moaned and panted like a bitch in heat (hell, maybe she was...) as I pounded her from behind. She tried to say something but she was interrupted with what I guessed was another orgasm, every part of her milking my cock for what it was worth.

Pre and her own juices were leaking and splashing each time I thrust in, my undershirt starting to get soaked as well as the bed underneath us. It was hard to hear the loud moans coming from the husky in between the creaking of the bed and the wet slaps of hips meeting and balls crashing in. I could feel my nuts starting to get heavier with each slam against her and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

Damn, it had been one hell of a dry spell... guess the first one was going to be quick...

If I was going to finish quick, it was going to be a big finish at least! I pulled out of her, the husky moaning out and begging for me to put it back in before I grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back. The bed whined and creaked in protest, it hadn't seen this kind of action in some time.

I got up on top of the husky and straddled her chest. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and pressed them together to form a perfect valley of flesh for my cock to slide between, my balls resting on her stomach. I had wanted to do this since I saw her and I wasn't going to pass up the chance. The slick head of my cock lead the way through the mammary canyon, making it through the narrow passage towards the husky's waiting muzzle. Like the good girl she was, she took the tip into her mouth, wrapping her plump lips around it. She moved her arms to take the place of my hands, squeezing her own breasts together as I started to hump between them. My hands busied themselves with squeezing her perky nipples, tugging at both of them, making the husky moan a little deeper around my cock as I pushed more of it into her muzzle.

"Here... it... comes!" I moaned out as I felt my balls heave up and let loose. I was surprised how well she took the first few vollies of cum pouring into muzzle, she didn't waste a single drop! But the shots kept cumming and overwhelmed her. She had to pull off from my cock with a cough as she tried to catch her breath, catching a few thick ropes of seed across the muzzle and chest, then a few more... By the time my balls were done with their business, the poor girl was practically covered with spunk from the chest up. I couldn't remember the last time I came like that!

I panted hard, recovering from that massive load. I looked down, expecting to see an angry husky mad at ruining her pristine fur, but was greeted by two blue eyes and a smile shining through the sticky mess. She lapped at my drooling cock, cleaning it a bit as it started to shrink. I smiled back and pet her

"Might want to take a shower before it dries..." I said with a nervous chuckle

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I sat up in bed, taking another drag from my cigarette. I took off my dirty undershirt and threw it in a heap on the floor with my pants and shirt. My cock hung limply over my leg like an overstuffed sausage, my balls looking and feeling a bit lighter now.

The husky was down the hall in the shower, cleaning up the mess I made. Though she did have a part in it...

I would've been in there to help clean her off, but the shower was barely big enough for her, let alone the two of us. Not to mention that I'd probably end up making another mess with her if I was around her naked body...

I heard the door open and shut quietly. The husky came in, holding the old towel I had given her in front of her chest. It was too small to wrap around her, so the best she could do was to hold it and try to cover her sizeable nipples and pink slit. Luckily no one was up at this time of night (though they might be after the noise we made earlier...) so she made it back to my office without being seen.

I smiled at her and pat the space next to me on the bed. I put out the cigarette in the ashtray next to the bed. She smiled at me and tossed the towel aside, getting into bed beside me. She snuggled up close, feeling her fur press up besides me. It was cold, but warming up. I pressed close to her to help get her back to a comfortable heat.

"I never did catch you name..." I said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"It...It's Miranda..." She said timidly, her hand tracing circles around my chest.

She cuddled up close, resting her head on my shoulder as she let out a quiet sigh. The fingers of one of her paws explored over my body, clearly interested in what they could find. She found some old scars I had... her fingers rolling around them. "Do they still hurt?"

"Nah..." I said, being as tough as I could. They still hurt a bit, not to the touch though. They just hurt when I moved around too much. They weren't war wounds or anything, just some lingering bits of history. A couple of cuts and slices across my chest and arms from an angry, knife-wielding, ex-lover of a client of mine. One that was not too happy that I ended up ruining their relationship after exposing his multiple affairs. There was also a gunshot wound when I took a bullet to the gut, that story is a bit more complicated...

Miranda's hand kept rubbing and playing across my chest and stomach and found its way down across my belly and followed the thicker treasure trail of fur down towards her intended target. She gripped around the base of my cock that had throbbed back to life without me noticing it, must've been because I was too busy focusing on the beauty squeezed up next to me.

"Ready for another go after all that?" she asked with a smirk. I nodded and smiled back at her.

"This time..." she said as she moved to straddle my waist, thick thighs pressing on top of me as she got into position. "Let me do the work..." she smirked as she guided my cock towards her pussy, dripping and ready for more. She sank onto my length with a soft moan , taking it into her slowly this time.

For a moment, I was stunned, unsure of what to do with this babe riding my cock, too dumbstruck by her beauty to do anything but watch and enjoy. But with her breasts heaving slowly in front of me, my hands couldn't stop but move in and squeeze them gently. I played with her tits as she rode my cock, taking it nice and slow, rocking her hips as pressing in till I could feel her hot rump against my balls.

She looked down at me, and I looked up at her.

She smiled and pushed my hands away for a moment to move in for a kiss. I didn't expect it, but I sure wasn't going to deny her. Her plump lips pressed against mine, her tongue exploring my mouth, my own exploring hers as we kissed. A lot of people complain about dog breath but she didn't have that problem. She tasted divine

One hand kept squeezing one of her breasts, the other went running through her silken black hair. She moaned into my mouth when I tugged at her hard nipple, my cock throbbing deep inside her.

I don't know how long it lasted, but we took our time with that second round. It could've been minutes but it felt like days together, her riding me and kissing me, exploring her body and experiencing her tastes and scents.

Before, it was just about primal needs, desires that needed to be fulfilled and pressures that needed to be relieved. This was something more, something personal, something intimate... almost romantic in a way. We were reveling in the pleasure of each other's bodies in the dreary office, focused just on each other and loving every second of it.

I didn't know how many times she came that time around, I didn't keeping track. I just knew she was enjoying herself, and that's all that mattered to me. I felt my orgasm come on like a rumbling geyser pushing its way out into the open minutes before the final crescendo. I didn't even know I could cum that much, or for that long as I poured pint after pint into her waiting womb, plenty of it overflowing out of her. When it was over, I felt weak, panting under Miranda, who was smiling down at me in between her own panting breaths.

She kissed me again as I slowly deflated inside her. Though I never did get soft, even after she pulled off of me and snuggled up beside me. My cock might've been ready for round three, but I felt emptied out after that last load. I held Miranda close to me , cuddling up behind her as we felt asleep together, hoping she didn't mind my cock resting, hot, heavy, and still a little hard against her thigh...

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I was still half asleep when I felt her slip away from me, getting up just after dawn with the sun starting to shine through the dirty windows of the office. In my half awake daze, I watched her get dressed, slipping that bra back on with ease and then that pretty dress.

"Leaving so early?" I said, groggily, rubbing my eyes a bit as I started to get up from bed, "I was thinking we could discuss the case a bit over breakfast..." I noticed that I had a terrific case of morning wood, my cock way more awake than I was, "...or whatever else that came up..." I added with a chuckle.

"Sorry, sugar..." she said with a smile, "I gotta get going..."

"But what about your brother?" I asked, barely remembering the work-related parts of the night before, "You haven't given me much to work with..."

"I'm sorry..." she said with a pout, "But... I really do have to leave... I'll let you keep the photograph. As for clues... well... I remember him mentioning something about The Tea House..."

Great... The Tea House... always fun to be had there...

Miranda put on her heels and made her way to the door after giving me a goodbye kiss.

"Arn't you forgetting something?" I asked, pointing to her silken panties that lay on the floor.

"Keep em~" she said with a wink and made her way out of my office.

Damn, what a dame...