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Jeanie gets Dated

Jeanie tapped nervously at her keyboard. Not hard enough to depress any keys, because then she might actually type something and that wasn’t a commitment she was ready to make yet.

She was currently in her work office, very decidedly not working. The space was small and a tad cramped with the numerous filing cabinets squeezed in it, but it had a window and because of that Jeanie was happy to deal with bumping her elbow every so often. Of course, as some were quick to remind Jeanie, having a window in her office just made it easier for her to go ahead and take the express trip to the pavement below. If she ever felt the urge.

She was feeling that urge now, if only because it would mean she wouldn’t have to make up her mind. Her gym membership was running out in two days and she hadn’t yet decided if she wanted to keep it. It was a fitting parallel to another problem she had been putting off dealing with. The problem currently on her computer screen.

Suzy had sent her an email. Big, strong, sexy, rough, and hungry Suzy. To say the tigress stuck in Jeanie’s mind was a bit of an understatement. To say that Jeanie was borderline obsessed would be fairly accurate.

But, that had been before Jeanie had any chance to act on her desires. Not too long ago, she had managed to end up at the gym alone with Suzy. They had sex that night. Or, to be honest, Suzy had fucked Jeanie’s brains out. Although Suzy seemed to have gotten her fair share of pleasure out of the smaller woman. Maybe more, since Suzy had capped off the night by eating Jeanie whole and alive.

That had certainly been an experience.

Jeanie had trouble going back to the gym after that. Mostly because being in the same place made all those memories come flooding back and she was in serious danger of falling to her knees and fingering herself to oblivion right then and there. And because she couldn’t imagine looking Suzy in the eye after that night. Or the tits or the abs or really any part of her.

She had seen Suzy, brief glimpses before she made a hasty retreat out the back of the gym. Jeanie wasn’t exactly afraid of Suzy, the fact she was none the worse for wear after a trip through the feline’s digestive system was a clear indication that Suzy didn’t mean any real harm. Jeanie was more afraid of herself, in a sense.

She wasn’t a lesbian. Her night of breathless, orgasmic, sapphic sex not withstanding. Also excluding how watching well-built ladies get all sweaty and oily made her wetter than a boat-dock. But, the way Suzy in particular made her feel, the way the tiger could literally devour her without Jeanie even thinking to complain, terrified her.

Plus, was she really interested in a relationship right now?

Jeanie groaned and looked at the screen again, re-reading what she had already read a dozen times by now.

Hey there, Jeanie. It’s Suzy. I got your email address from Bucky. I hope you don’t mind. Anyway, I haven’t really seen you since the other night and I was wondering if you would like to get coffee or lunch or something. Anytime is usually good for me, I just need a half hour’s notice in case I’m working. Anyway, hope to hear from you soon.

-Suzy

Part of Jeanie wanted to reply that tonight was good and pick out a nice restaurant for the two of them. Another part wanted to tell Suzy to come to her apartment and fuck her until she couldn’t move. But the controlling vote was firmly on ‘do nothing and see how that plays out’.

Jeanie might have gone with that plan all day if there hadn’t been a knock on her door.

“Uh, just a moment!” Jeanie called out, quickly shuffling papers to make it look like she was busy. “Come in!”

The doorknob turned and the door started to swing in when Jeanie realized she still had Suzy’s email on her screen. She clicked quickly to bring up some number sheets, all too aware of how guilty that made her look.

“Get a fancy office just so you could masturbate on the job, huh?” asked a familiar voice.

Jeanie blushed and smiled weakly at her visitor. “Ha, ha, Sally.”

Sally was a squirrel and probably Jeanie’s best friend. She stood about an inch shorter than Jeanie, although she also had a tendency to wear boots with heels that negated that. Her fur was a dark woodland brown, transitioning to a lighter tan around her face and belly. Her tail seemed to be almost the size of her torso, but most of it was just fur teased and fluffed to take up as much visual space as possible. Her hair had once been a similar shade of brown and cut in a very sensible style. Now, Sally had a short faux-hawk and had colored it a dark shade of red.

There was a silly story behind that. Jeanie and Sally used to be co-workers. They still were, technically, but they had once shared a cubicle wall. And then, for reasons Jeanie had never been quite sure of, Sally got it in her head that she needed to rebel. The need part was quite implicit. She just showed up one day with the same punk-inspired hair she currently sported. Management freaked out, a bit too much, and practically fired her the same day. Sally complained to the union, who promptly got her reinstated, just in time for Sally to transfer from an office job to the company’s courier division.

Jeanie admired the, as she had heard it called, hustle of it all. Sally retained all benefits because she had technically never left the company’s employ. And the couriers’ dress code basically amounted to wearing the vest that marked them as a package runner and little else. Not that they were allowed to go naked aside from the vest, although Jeanie suspected Sally would if given half the chance. Presently, she was wearing a beige vest over a shirt with the logo of a band Jeanie wasn’t familiar with and jean shorts cut a few inches above her knees.

Sally closed the door behind her and walked the few steps it took to get right in front of Jeanie’s desk, plopping down a bag loaded with papers.

Sally glanced at the window behind Jeanie. “You know, having that thing in here just means you have to take fewer steps to jump out it.”

Jeanie snorted, “I’m well aware, Sally.”

Unlike Sally, Jeanie was perfectly happy in her current line of work. It was simple, if tedious at times, and she knew where everything was and when it was a good idea to snag coffee from the break room. It was nine thirty after Rico made his special blend that he never seemed capable of finishing on his own.

Jeanie took a sip of said pilfered coffee before tapping the bag Sally had brought her. “What’s this?”

Sally smirked. “Operating manual for a Japanese printer.”

Jeanie arched an eyebrow. “Why are you-?”

“I needed an excuse to come talk to you and it was the biggest thing I could find that still fit in my bag,” Sally laughed, snagging the folding chair that Jeanie kept around for visitors. Sally unfolded it and turned it around so she could lean on the backrest. “So, how’s life in the corporate clouds?”

Jeanie chuckled and shrugged. “Same old, same old. Crunching numbers and balancing accounts.”

“Find any good porn today?” Sally asked as if she was merely commenting on the weather.

“I wasn’t looking at porn,” Jeanie said, a bit defensive.

Do something one time and that’s you forever.

“Then what were you hiding when I came in?” Sally asked, reaching out to turn Jeanie’s computer screen her way.

The gazelle quickly shooed her friend’s hand away. “None of your business.”

“Ooo, is it the mystery girl you swear you don’t have a crush on?”

Jeanie groaned quietly and slouched in her seat. Among her life regrets, a prominent one was telling Sally about Suzy. She kept the tigeress’s name out of it, along with her species and anything else Sally might use to track her down with, but Jeanie had let slip that the object of her sexual confusion was a woman. Ever since the night at the bar, where a combination of tequila and strawberries had loosened Jeanie’s tongue, Sally had been quick to jump on any opportunity to learn more.

After a few moments, Jeanie sat up straight and cricked her neck. Now it was Sally’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Uh, you’re not mad, are you?” Sally said, her tone only half joking. “Please don’t tell me that gym got you into steroids and now you’re gonna kick my ass.”

“Worse,” Jeanie said, clicking to bring Suzy’s email back up. “I’m gonna ask you for advice.”

Jeanie turned the screen towards Sally and waited for the squirrel to read the email. Jeanie’s foot tapped nervously as she waited, Sally seeming to take an age to read what Jeanie thought was a short message. Finally, Sally nodded and turned her gaze back to Jeanie, a smirk forming on her lips.

“‘Since the other night’, huh,” Sally said teasingly. “I wonder what _that _could mean.”

Jeanie considered lying, she had several stories already thought up and at least two of them were plausible. But, lying wasn’t going to get her any closer to figuring this whole mess out.

“We had sex,” Jeanie said flatly, adding, “In the gym. And the locker room.”

Sally’s eyes nearly jumped out of her head.

“Shut up!” Sally squealed in a hushed voice, like helium escaping from a balloon. “You fucked the gym lady at the gym!?”

Jeanie nodded and looked down at her desk, noticing a receipt for a muffin dated two weeks ago pinned under her coffee mug. She could feel her skin prickling with heated embarrassment, along with a different kind of heat.

“Y-yeah,” she admitted, exerting no small amount of willpower to raise her head and meet Sally’s amazed gaze. Jeanie coughed. “But, that’s not what we’re talking about.”

“Like hell it’s not what we’re talking about!” Sally bounced excitedly in her seat. “You need to tell me everything. When did this happen?”

Jeanie sighed, suddenly finding the thought of jumping out the window behind her a very appealing prospect.

“Like, three weeks ago, I think,”

“Three weeks!?” Sally gasped. “And I’m only now finding out that you got laid? I always tell you when I get laid.” She added with no small measure of annoyance.

“Yes, and you send pictures,” Jeanie snorted. “Not that I want to distract you any more than you already are, but could you maybe stop doing that?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sally nodded, waving her hand dismissively. “Back to you. Was it good?”

“The sex?” Jeanie quirked an eyebrow.

“No, the muffin place next door. Of course the sex!” Sally scooted her chair forward until the back bumped Jeanie’s desk. “Come on, spill!”

Jeanie felt her cheeks reddening. There was still plenty of time to get up and jump. The window had been jammed shut since before Jeanine had moved in, but she was pretty sure she could burst through the glass before Sally could stop her or ask another question.

“It was amazing,” Jeanie admitted, deciding to not take the easy way out for the moment. “Like, I thought I had a heart attack and couldn’t move after.”

“Dope,” Sally grinned widely. “Been a long time since I had heart attack sex. I mean, there was that fat guy that I think had a heart attack while I was riding him, but-”

“Sally, can we get back to the matter at hand?” Jeanie asked, a hint of pleading bleeding into her tone.

“Huh? Oh, sure,” Sally straightened up a bit. “What was that again?”

Jeanie bit back a sigh. “What should I do about this?”

Sally blinked. “What? The email? I think you should message her back that you’d like another hot fuck and maybe dinner if she’s hungry afterwards.”

Jeanie winced a little at that last part, but decided now wasn’t the time to regale Sally with tales of tiger guts and how she masturbated inside said guts.

Sally tilted her head. “What? Do you not want to go out with gym lady? I mean, just going off of what you told me today, I want to date her.”

“It’s just that, well,” Jeanie chewed on her lip as she tried to organize her thoughts. “I mean, we hardly know each other. The most significant amount of time we spent together was when we were, you know…”

“So?” Sally shrugged. “You already know the sex is great. I mean, that’s most of my relationship worries taken care of right there. And this is how you get to know each other better. Go out, eat, talk, maybe fuck some more. Worst case scenario, you don’t click romantically, but you two can still be gym slash fuck buddies.”

Jeanie kept chewing her lip. Sally certainly had a way of making things sound simple. And worse yet, sensible. What was she afraid of? Suzy? If it was fear the tiger inspired, fear felt a lot like hot, wet lust. Was she afraid of herself? What could she do, aside from embarrass herself and alienate Suzy.

Fuck, I could do that! Shit, shit shit!

Although, her staring hadn’t bothered Suzy. And the tigress had seemed more than willing to indulge all of Jeanie’s desires. If that hadn’t driven her off, it wasn’t like an old-fashioned date would. Unless they had nothing in common and their personalities didn’t click at all.

“Hey, you’re not busy right now, are you?” Sally asked, pulling Jeanie from her spiral.

“Huh? The gazelle said dumbly.

“Eh, you don’t look busy. I’ll just tell her you’re free now.”

“What?” Jeanie blinked, only then realizing her keyboard had been snatched away and Sally was in the midst of typing something with it.

“And, send,” Sally said, triumphantly hitting enter before sliding the keyboard back across the desk. “You’re welcome.”

“What did you do?” Jeanie demanded, pulling her screen back around to see a notification that her reply had been sent.

“I just told little miss Suzy that you are happy to meet her for lunch today,” Sally smirked. “Like I said, you’re welcome.” Sally said the last two words in a sing-song voice.

“Sally…” Jeanie whined, pressing her hands to her forehead. “Sally, aside from the fact I did not fucking ask you to set up a date, I’m not free right now!”

Sally seemed genuinely confused. “You’re not?”

“No!” Jeanie had to keep herself from actually shouting, managing to keep her voice from reaching beyond her office walls. “Jen wanted me to compile our last three quarterlies and make, like, eight copies!”

Sally blinked and then shrugged, her smile now apologetic.

“Oops?” she offered weakly.

Jeanie’s nostrils flared.

“You were right, I am going to kick your ass,” Jeanie growled, starting to get out of her chair.

“Woah, woah, wait, wait!” Sally waved her hands wildly.

Sally was saved when Jeanie’s computer let out a beep, notifying her that she had a new message. The gazelle paused, midway through selecting a murder weapon from her desk, and looked to the screen. A click later, she was looking at Suzy’s reply.

Sally waited a few tense seconds before her curiosity got the better of her. “Is it Suzy?”

“Yep,” Jeanie replied, eyes still glued to the screen.

Another few seconds. “...So, what’d she say?”

Jeanie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “She says she’s happy to meet for lunch. Wants to know if I don’t mind meeting her at her work.”

“Sounds like a date,” Sally said with a smile.

Jeanie shot her a look that could have peeled paint. “Need I remind you that I actually have things to do here. And unlike you, I actually like my job.”

Sally shrugged. “Sounds like you have busy work, you mean. Couldn’t you get your intern to do all that?”

Jeanie sighed. She hated when Sally was right. She could get her intern to do it. It was mostly grunt work anyway. And dumping grunt work on interns wasn’t exactly a new idea. Still…

“I don’t know,” Jeanie said, falling back into her chair as worry and guilt welled up inside her. “Johnny’s too nice to just dump something like thi-”

“Woah, woah, Johnny? That hunky bull is your intern?” A smirk flashed across Sally’s face. “Damn girl, you’re getting it from both sides, huh.”

Jeanie held her head in her hands. “I’m not fucking him too, Sally.”

“You’re not? You mean you’re forcing that poor boy to do your work for you and you’re not even giving him a handie under the desk?” Sally scoffed. “You’re just mean.”

Jeanie groaned and pulled her fingers away from her face. “Just… just let me call him and let him know what he has to do,” she said as she replied to Suzy and let her know that meeting at work was good.

“So you’re going to meet Suzy then?” Sally grinned, bouncing a little in her seat.

“Sure am.” Jeanie answered, picking up her desk phone.

“Where’s she work anyway?”

Suzy answered back and Jeanie read Sally the street address before it occurred to her that it was a bad idea.

“Ooo,” Sally’s grin widened a little. “It just so happens I have something I need to deliver near there. Mind if I catch a ride with you?”

Jeanie, phone receiver cradled against her head, gave Sally a suspicious look. “Do you really?” she asked, glancing at the printer manual on her desk.

“Cross my heart,” Sally said, making the motion over her chest.

“Okay, you can come along,” Jeanie said, tapping out the number for Johnny’s cell phone. “Just… just don’t say anything to embarrass me, okay?”

“Your girlfriend works here?” Sally said as Jeanie pulled up to the curb, something akin to awe in her voice.

At first glance, the area wasn’t particularly remarkable. Another row of multi-story buildings in a city full of them. Only one building stood out from the rest, and then only by the neon sign on the front.

“This is the address. And she’s not my girlfriend,” Jeanie snorted

“And she never will be if you keep that attitude,” Sally snickered.

Jeanie sighed and eyed the unlit neon sign on the side of the building. Neon Dragon. “Do you know this place?”

“By reputation,” Sally said, turning back to Jeanie. “It’s a nightclub, pretty popular. Kinda seedy too, I guess.”

Jeanie shut her car off but made no move to get out. “Seedy how?”

Sally shrugged. “I’ve heard a bunch of things. There’s glory holes in the bathrooms, porno studio upstairs, things like that. Also that party drugs are supposed to be pretty easy to get here. I don’t know if any of that’s true, mind.” she added hastily.

Jeanie glanced at the sign again. It probably looked more impressive when it was lit up at night. She took a breath and blew part of it out. She didn’t know what position Suzy held here. She was probably just a bouncer. She certainly had the physique for it. And, like Sally said, most of that stuff probably wasn’t even true. Cops would have shut the place down if it was, right?

“Alright, let’s go,” Jeanie said, getting out of her car before she lost her nerve. Sally followed a moment later, adjusting the sling of her messenger bag. Jeanie had to admit, if Sally had been lying about having a package to deliver in the area, she was going the extra mile to keep the ruse up.

Turning her attention back to the club, Jeanie started marching across the street, but faltered halfway there. Sally’s comment about it being seedy made her mind fill up with all sorts of ideas that only sounded half crazy. What if this was some kind of mob place and Suzy was like an enforcer or something? Jeanie didn’t want to-

“Come on, keep it moving. Can’t have you block traffic with that big ass of yours,” Sally said, bumping into Jeanie from behind and pushing her all the way up to the front of the building.

Jeanie almost toppled backwards when Sally’s hands suddenly left her back, but she caught herself. She glanced back at her friend before squaring her shoulders and reaching for the door handle. She pulled it open and quickly entered the building before her nerve failed her.

After a short walk through a dimly lit hallway, Jeanie entered into a rather large room. It took her a few moments to realize she was in what appeared to be the main dance area of a nightclub. It looked odd in the middle of the day; the dance floor empty, sunlight streaming in from large windows replacing what normally would have been darkness and colored lights. It almost felt like waking up in the morning and seeing someone without their makeup on.

Below the windows, running the entire length of the wall, was a bar. To Jeanie’s surprise, not only was a bartender on duty, but a few people were spread out among the numerous barstools. Sally, being Sally, made a beeline for the nearest seat, Jeanie following on her heels so she wouldn’t be left to stand alone at the entrance.

The bartender, a black furred rat woman with a name tag that said Amy, approached them as they took the two seats at the far end of the bar.

“What can I get for you ladies?” she asked with an oddly smug sort of smile.

Jeanie got the impression she was being judged. “Actually, I’m meeting someone here. Do you know Suzy? She’s a tiger and, um… big.”

Amy snickered. “You must be Jeanie, huh? Suzy called down here a few minutes ago. Said she’d be here soon.”

The rat leaned back and sighed, putting a hand on her gravid belly that Jeanie only then noticed. She was rather taken aback by the sight of a pregnant woman tending bar. Especially when she seemed to be about five or six months in.

“Can I get you anything while you wait?”

Jeanie was still hung up on the woman’s middle and Sally spoke before she even had a chance to parse the bartender’s words

“Pina-colada,” the squirrel said, opening her purse and fishing around for money. “Extra rum. Do you want something? My treat,” Sally said to Jeanie, not looking up from her purse.

Jeanie blinked. “It’s twelve-thirty.”

“Uh-huh,” Sally nodded, finally pulling her hand out of her purse with a slightly crumpled twenty between her fingers. “What’s your point?”

Amy giggled and Jeanie sighed. “Water. Just water.”

“One PC and one water,” the bartender said, taking the money from Sally and wadeling off.

Jeanie rested an elbow on the bar and propped her head up with her hand. “I thought you had a package to deliver.”

“Oh, I do,” Sally patted the delivery bag still handing off her shoulder. “But, they aren’t expecting this until like three. I have time for a drink.”

Jeanie let out an amused snort. “I’ve been meaning to ask, did you not rebel against your parents as a teenager and this is you making up for lost time?”

Sally shrugged. “Yeah, kinda.”

The two shared a quiet chuckle. Jeanie looked around as she waited, taking in the dancefloor, the absurdly long bar, the stage at the far end of the room where a band probably played when the club was open proper. She was surprised it was even open now, and serving drinks no less. Maybe it was a convenient enough spot for nearby workers to get a quick mid-day drink. As her eyes roamed over the walls, she spotted a poster beside one of the hallways that led off to who knows where. It was a rabbit woman, dressed in a leotard and fishnets with one leg wrapped around a metal pole.

They had strippers here?

She was turning around to point it out to Sally when the bartender reappeared.

“One pina colada, one water,” she said, placing each drink in front of the appropriate woman. “Anything else I can get you? Pretzels, peanuts, tongue job?”

Jeanie laughed along with Sally at the joke, but some part of her wondered if it really was a joke. “We’re good.”

“Holler if you need me,” Amy said before moving away from them once more.

Sally began sucking down her drink right away, while Jeanie merely stirred the ice in hers with the straw. Sally finally pulled away from her mid-day drink long enough to speak.

“You okay there, Jeanie?”

The gazelle shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just kinda…”

“Nervous?” Sally offered.

Jeanie nodded.

It was Sally’s turn to shrug. “I wouldn’t be. The last time you two were together you were, y’know, together.” She smirked as she stuck the straw back between her lips. “I mean, if that was the last memory I had of someone, I’d be pretty happy to see them again.”

Jeanie made a face. “One, shut up about that. Two, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Sally just shook her head. “What then?”

Jeanie opened her mouth to answer, but she suddenly felt a presence behind her. She turned in her seat to see a familiar mountain of a woman standing just a few feet away.

“Hey,” Suzy said, looking oddly bashful for someone who towered over most people.

“Hey,” Jeanie replied, smiling and feeling her cheeks flush warmly.

Suzy didn’t look much different than the last time Jeanie had seen her. Not really that big of a shock considering it had only been at most a week since Jeanie had been brave enough to actually go to the gym. She was still a mountain of a woman, tall, broad, muscled and feminine. She should have been on a fitness poster. Beyond general physical appearance, Suzy was wearing a big t-shirt with the logo of some sport Jeanie didn’t recognize and shorts that went down to her knees. Considering what Jeanie was used to seeing Suzy wear, her outfit was downright formal.

Sally sucked loudly at her drink, managing to draw both Jeanie and Suzy’s gazes from each other to her.

“What?” Sally said innocently.

“Suzy, this is Sally. I’m going to charitably call her my friend,” Jeanie said with a snort.

“Pleased to meet ya,” Sally bobbed her head in acknowledgment of the tigress.

“Likewise,” Suzy replied, putting on what seemed to be a somewhat forced smile.

Jeanie had enough presence of mind to read the room. Or read Suzy, maybe.

“So, lunch?” Jeanie said, hopping off her barstool and starting towards the door.

“Yeah,” Suzy nodded, turning to follow before casting a look at Sally. “Uh, is your friend-?”

Jeanie spoke before Sally had a chance to. “Oh, she’ll be here. She’s got a lot of day drinking to do, right?”

Sally simply smiled and raised her glass. “Got to keep the party going, even if the party is just me.”

“Oh, alright,” Suzy nodded, seemingly relieved, or so Jeanie thought she was at least. “It was nice meeting you, Sally.”

“Likewise, Suzy,” the squirrel said with a wink. “Just do me a favor and don’t be too rough with her. I’m gonna need her in one piece for the meeting later.”

Jeanie saw Suzy blush and quickly pulled the tigress out with her. “Don’t drink too much!” she called at Sally before ducking back into the entrance hallway and practically jogging to the exit.

Suzy was only a few paces behind Jeanie as she pushed open the door to the city proper. Even with the windows in the main room, the dim hallway had made sure Jeanie was left blinking as she emerged into the warmer outdoors air. She turned to face Suzy as the tigress emerged after her.

“Sorry about Sally. She’s a little too… her. Especially around new people.”

Suzy just shrugged. “It’s alright. You should meet some of the people I hang out with.”

“Y-yeah,” Jeanie chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck. “So… lunch!” Jeanie fidgeted. “I don’t usually come to this part of town. Know any good places around here?”

Suzy managed to look sheepish. “Not really. I usually eat at home if I’m not full from work.”

Jeanie couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Full from work?”

Suzy coughed and her shoulders slumped a little and she bent her knees slightly. Jeanie had seen it before, someone trying to make themselves smaller like it would stop them being noticed. It never worked and was particularly ineffectual with a mountain of a woman like Suzy.

“Never mind,” Jeanie said quickly, quickening her pace a little as she approached her car. “There’s this cafe on Canter Drive I’ve been to. It’s great and they have a really wide selection.”

Suzy straightened up and nodded. “Sounds great.”

The tension in the air dissipated, for the moment anyway. Jeanie saw more coming up fast as she looked at her car and did calculations in her head. It wasn’t that there was no chance of Suzy fitting inside, only a question of how cramped she might end up being. Luckily, there was a quick and easy solution right there on her car keys. She clicked the little button that folded up the roof and tucked it away in the trunk, smiling at her decision to buy a convertible.

She hopped into the driver’s seat and started up the engine, looking over as Suzy approached the passenger’s side.

“It’s a nice day,” Jeanie said quickly as Suzy eyed the vanishing roof. “I thought I’d drive with my top down. I mean the car’s top down.” She laughed weakly at her own joke.

Suzy smirked, seeming to relax as she carefully opened the door and sat down. The car sagged a bit more than normal under the tiger’s weight, but Jeanie didn’t comment on it. Once Suzy had closed the door and secured her seatbelt, Jeanie eased out of her parking space and started off towards the cafe.

The first minute of the drive was in complete silence. Jeanie wrestled with herself about saying something. Jeanie didn’t mind not talking, not too much anyway, but was Suzy being quiet because she wanted to or because she thought Jeanie wanted it quiet? The silence, ignoring the sound of the car and the wind, was steadily getting to Jeanie and she was tempted to turn on the radio. But, what sort of music did Suzy like? Driving etiquette dictated that the person behind the wheel picked the music, but Jeanie didn’t want to put on something Suzy hated by accident.

Jeanie almost jumped out of her skin when Suzy grunted quietly as she shifted in her seat. She shook herself a little, almost missing her turn, but realizing it at the last second. She gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter and finally could take the silence no longer.

“Music?” Jeanie asked in a casual tone, like her guts weren’t twisting themselves in knots with indecision.

“Sounds good,” Suzy rumbled softly, nodding her head.

“Okay,” Jeanie said to herself as she reached over and turned the radio on.

A pop song came up immediately, the lyrics about the singer’s romantic obsession with someone, hitting a little too close to home. Jeanie felt her skin prickle with embarrassment. She stole a furtive glance of Suzy, the tigress bobbing her head happily with the beat. The gazelle let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and forced the tension out of her body as she focused on the road.

Traffic was surprisingly light. It was the middle of a work day, but even then Jeanie didn’t expect this few cars to be on the road. Maybe there was a sporting event going on today or something. Regardless, it made the trip quicker, which Jeanie was more than happy for.

They arrived at the cafe about a song and a half later, pulling into the parking lot and finding a shaded spot. Neither Jeanie nor Suzy said a word as they walked up and into the building, only exchanging the socially mandated pleasantries with the wait staff as they were escorted to a free table beside a window. Menus were given, perused, and both women ordered a salad.

Jeanie would have ordered a hamburger, but Suzy ordered her salad first and Jeanie didn’t want to give the waiter cause to make some sort of the predator/prey crack. She did have herself a soda while Suzy chose the more sensible tea.

The silence persisted through the waiter vanishing and then reappearing with their drinks. Suzy was staring out the window while Jeanie watched her. Well, watched wasn’t entirely accurate. Jeanie snuck glances at the tigress when she thought the big cat wasn’t looking. She was trying to gauge Suzy’s emotions now that they were effectively trapped with one another until they’d eaten their food.

Jeanie couldn’t get much of a read off Suzy. She was tearing open a packet of sweetener, seeming to focus the whole of herself on the task, rather stoic. Meanwhile, Jeanie’s heartbeat was above average, the organ thudding against her ribs while she tried to plan out her next move. Jeanie had expected, hoped really, that Suzy would take charge of the conversation and give her some idea of where they stood. Alas, nothing.

Jeanie sipped at her soda while Suzy stirred sweetener into her tea. The gazelle could now detect a certain tension in the tigress’s body, although she could only guess at the source. Suzy had wanted to come here, right? Was this some sort of obligation for her? Was she going to tell Jeanie that that night in the gym was just a one-time-

“I want to say I’m sorry,” Suzy said suddenly, pulling Jeanie out of her downward spiral. “For, uh, for the other night. At the gym.”

“Uh-huh,” Jeanie just nodded, unable to form a proper response. She felt the muscles in her neck tense as she waited for the killing blow.

“The part at the end, really,” Suzy continued, still stirring. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking you if you were comfortable with it first. It was wrong.”

Jeanie blinked. “You mean when you, uh…” she nervously glanced around even though there wasn’t another person within twenty feet of them. “You know,” Jeanie pointed at her throat and made a pronounced swallow.

It was hard to tell, but Jeanie thought she saw a blush coming through Suzy’s fur. “Yeah, that. Sorry.”

“Well, uh,” Jeanie tapped her fingers together. “I guess seeing as how we’re having this conversation right now, no real harm was done.”

Suzy looked like she was about to say something, but that’s when their food arrived. Jeanie was quick to flick the switch to bright and cheery, only noticing Suzy doing the same out of the corner of her eye. Although, she noted the tigress was taking care to not show off any teeth. Their salads were placed before them, quick pleasantries were exchanged, and the wait staff vanished as soon as they appeared.

The next few minutes passed in silence as both Jeanie and Suzy ate. Well, Jeanie did, while Suzy just seemed to pick at her food. The gazelle decided to be the one to break the silence this time.

“So, I mean, if you’re okay talking about it more… did you, like, cough me up before you digested me?” Jeanie asked in a hushed tone.

Suzy took a long sip of her tea before answering in a quiet voice. “Uh, no, I didn’t.”

Jeanie raised an eyebrow. “Wait, are you saying I came out-?”

“No no, nothing like that,” Suzy said quickly, waving her hands. “Well, um, I mean… technically speaking…” Her voice became quieter with every word and her blush was visible through her fur.

Jeanie swallowed thickly. “Are you saying that you… digested me?”

Suzy smiled nervously. “Uh, yeah, but, ah...”

Jeanie pinched herself to make sure this wasn’t a dream. She hissed softly at the sharp pain before meeting Suzy’s gaze.

“So, how exactly am I here talking to you right now if I got digested?”

Suzy gave Jeanie an odd look, as if the gazelle had just asked why her salad had lettuce in it.

“Because you got reformed.”

Jeanie gave Suzy a look like the tiger had said the lettuce was there to appease Lucce, Goddess of Lettuce.

“Do you really not know about that?” Suzy rubbed her chin thoughtfully before speaking. “Well… I suppose it’s all a niche thing, so I can understand it not really coming up in, uh, regular conversation.”

“I’m all ears.”

Suzy took a breath. “So, I know not everyone knows this, but people getting swallowed whole isn’t exactly new. Been happening since forever. But then sometime back in, uh, I think Val said it was twenty-thirty, this formula was patented and shared around with basically everyone. They put it in water and food, pretty much everything so everyone’s always topped up on it. I don’t know how it works, but if you digest someone, then they get reformed in a couple of hours. ‘New body, same soul.’ And, it has to use your energy to reform the person, so you usually don’t gain too many pounds, heh heh.” Suzy chuckled nervously.

Jeanie frowned and poked at her salad. “You think I would have heard about this.”

Suzy shrugged. “It has been fifty years. I kinda remember them telling us about it in school, but I really only had it explained to me by Val. I mean, getting eaten wasn’t unheard of at school, but it was strictly a, uh, fetishy sort of thing.”

Jeanie racked her brains trying to remember if any of this getting eaten and reformed stuff was talked about when she was in school. She blanked completely and refocused on the matter at hand. “So, I wasn’t in any danger?”

Suzy shook her head. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But, does it work on anything you can eat?”

“I think it has to have a ‘soul’ or whatever. And be alive. Like, this salad isn’t going to pop back up in a few hours.”

“Huh,” Jeanie chased a baby tomato around the bowl with her fork, never pressing hard enough to break the skin. “Why did you eat me that night?”

Suzy shrugged. “I wanted to, I guess. I…” Suzy looked away, apparently shy. “I was really enjoying it. And, you tasted so good, I wanted, needed, to take it all the way.”

Jeanie smiled. “That’s sweet, kinda. Not everyday I get told I’m literally good enough to eat.”

Suzy met Jeanie’s gaze and smiled back. They held it there for a moment, Jeanie finally spearing the poor tomato and putting it in her mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue for a moment, wondering what it was like to eat a person. She grimaced a little as she put the tomato between her molars and crushed it.

“So, who’s Val?” Jeanie asked before swallowing.

“Hm?” Suzy glanced up from her salad, having finally begun to partake.

“You said Val explained all of this to you. Who’s Val?”

“Oh, sorry. Val’s my boss.”

“At the Neon Dragon?”

“Mm-hm,” Suzy nodded, putting a not inconsiderable amount of plant matter into her maw and chewing it to pieces in seconds.

Jeanie wasted time slathering a single leaf in caesar dressing before asking her next question. “So, you’re like a bouncer there, right?”

“Uh…”

There it was again, Suzy trying to make herself look small. Jeanie would have found it amusing if it wasn’t for the present situation.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a bouncer,” Jeanie said quickly. “I mean, I’m just an office worker. I balance accounts all day and make trips to the printer. S-sometimes I don’t even do that!” She added with a nervous chuckle. “I trick an intern into doing it for-”

“I’m not a bouncer.” Suzy said quietly, stopping Jeanie’s nervous word spewing. “I, uh… look, it’s not like I thought I could hide this forever, but… keep an open mind. Please?”

Jeanie was stunned for a moment, but quickly nodded. “Sure thing.”

Her mind wanted to jump to all sorts of conclusions, but she fought the urge.

“I… I hang out at the club and, if someone likes the way I look, they can pay for my… company.”

Jeanie blinked a few times. “Like a, ahem,” she coughed and lowered her voice even more. “A hooker?”

Suzy nodded. “Yeah…”

Jeanie chewed on that for a while. “Uh, don’t take this the wrong way, but, why?”

Suzy shrugged. “It pays pretty well. And I get the final say on who my clients are. If I don’t like the look of someone, I can tell them no.” She let out a low chuckle. “It’s, uh, I have been a bouncer before and it’s actually way better than that.”

Jeanie kept chewing. “How did you end up doing that? I wouldn’t think they would advertise something like that.”

“They do, kind of. I was actually there seeing if they were hiring bouncers and I guess I caught Val’s eye. She asked me if I was interested in doing something a little different.” Suzy blew out a breath. “I was in a bad place at the time, I honestly didn’t even have a place to sleep, and Val really sold me on the idea. Threw in a room and everything if I joined up. ‘Course, she wanted to try me out first.” The blush was back.

Jeanie finally swallowed her thoroughly mashed mouthful of salad, washing it down with another gulp of soda. She tentatively asked another question. “So, how is it?”

Suzy smirked. “Best damn job I ever had. Gets a little repetitive at times. Lots of people want the big striped kitty to dom them, but sometimes there’s something a little more exciting than that.” She softly cleared her throat. “But, uh, is that a problem?”

Jeanie raised an eyebrow. “You-” she looked around to see if anyone was even looking in their direction “-having sex for money?”

“Yeah,” Suzy breathed softly.

Jeanie wetted her suddenly dry mouth with more soda until she was sucking at ice cubes. And here she thought the most awkward thing they’d talk about was her being an after-workout snack.

Jeanie sometimes thought about boyfriends having sex with other girls, usually in a cheating vein, but rarely about other sexual partners they had before. Well, except for when she thought Rob had syphilis. But, this was a different thing entirely. This was her potential girlfriend having sex with other people on what was no doubt a near nightly basis. Could she be okay with that?

“I know it’s not traditional,” Suzy said, interrupting Jeanie’s train of thought. “A-and it’s really not fair to ask you to be okay with it. It’s just… Well, I like you and I want to see if this could work out between us.”

Jeanie chewed her cheek. “It’s… it’s just sex, right?”

“Yeah,” Suzy nodded rapidly. “Well, uh, sometimes they want me to put on an act. But, that’s it.”

Jeanie kept chewing. “Do you eat them too?”

Suzy averted her eyes. “If they ask for it, yeah.”

Jeanie’s cheek started to hurt. She switched to tapping her fingers against the table as she looked at Suzy. In spite of the recent revelations, there was still something about the tigress that made Jeanie feel warm in all the best ways. Granted, that could just be because of Suzy’s impressive musculature. There were plenty of chiseled fish in the sea, but... Suzy seemed to genuinely like her. And, hell, maybe Jeanie liked Suzy too.

Why could she have been something simpler like a drug dealer?

“I’ll have to think about it,” Jeanie said at last.

Suzy blew out a breath. “I understand.”

“Suzy, it’s… it’s not just your job. I mean, you and I both know the only reason that night happened was because I spent a month or two creeping on you. You honestly want to do the relationship thing with me?”

The tigress just shrugged. “You’re cute.”

Jeanie smirked. “Thanks. I can get the check.”

“You kind of paid for my last meal, so why don’t I get it?”

“Harr harr, have it your way.”

“So she’s a hooker?” Sally asked around a half dozen fries stuffed into her mouth.

“Yep,” Jeanie nodded, sipping on her ice cream shake. “That’s weird, right? Dating a hooker?”

Jeanie hadn’t been too surprised to see Sally was still at the Neon Dragon when she drove Suzy back there. She was glad, actually. In spite of her tackless way of approaching most things, Sally was still someone Jeanie could confide in. And Sally said she gave the best advice over food, so a quick trip through a fast food drive through had the pair eating and talking in Jeanie’s car, parked in the shade of their office building.

Sally shrugged. “I don’t know. Is it weird to date someone that’s had sex before?”

Jeanie crinkled her nose. “Sally, it’s not her having had sex with other people in the past. It’s her actively doing it all the time for her job.”

“Yeah, for her job,” Sally shrugged. “Honestly, if the sex is half as good as you keep saying it is, I wouldn’t care if she ate people.”

Jeanie laughed. A bit too much, earning her a raised eyebrow from Sally.

“Inside joke,” Jeanie chortled.

“Right,” Sally stuffed more fries in her mouth. “So, is that it then? Her job is too weird so it’s quits?”

It was Jeanie’s turn to shrug. “I don’t know. I mean, she wants to date me, and, hell, I guess I want to date her too. Be even more of a disappointment to my parents than I already am.”

“But, you’re hung up on the hooking thing?”

“Kinda. I mean… I don’t know. I feel like I should be hung up on it. It’s basically agreeing to an open relationship.”

Sally noisily slurped from her soda. “Well, maybe that’s how you should treat it. If she’s getting laid all the time, you should do the same.”

Jeanie grimace. “Ignoring my track record for picking guys up in bars, I don’t really want to do that.”

Sally wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Hey, what if you’re blowing all this out of proportion?”

“And how am I doing that?”

“Maybe it’s not as bad as you think. I mean, maybe it’s just like extreme stripping or peep shows or something.”

Jeanie snorted and went back to her shake. “If this is you trying to make me feel better, you’re doing a terrible job.”

“What I’m saying is: maybe she’s not having like deep intimate sex with these people. It’s probably just some groping and humping and then they cum in their pants or on her leg or something.” Sally took a breath to suck more soda. “Like when you two first met.”

Jeanie felt her face blossom red and she looked away. “Remind me to never tell you anything ever again.”

“I’ll tattoo it on my back.”

“But…” Jeanie idly stirred what remained of the shake with her straw. “Maybe you have a point. I don’t know what’s happening. Not exactly anyway. Maybe… maybe if I just saw it, it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought. Hang on,”

Jeanie pulled out her phone. One quick internet search led her to the number for the Neon Dragon and one click on that had her phone ringing. It wasn’t long before someone picked up the line.

“You’ve reached the Neon Dragon, what can I do for you?” said the voice on the other end of the line. Jeanie couldn’t be sure, but she thought it might be the same pregnant bartender.

“Uh,” Jeanie faltered. She should have thought about what she was going to say before calling. “I’m looking for Suzy.”

“Suzy who?”

“Um… Suzy the tiger?”

“Oh, that Suzy. I’m not sure if she’s in right now, but I’ll direct you-”

“Wait, wait,” Jeanie said quickly. “Uh, I didn’t want to speak to her. I, uh, I just wanted to know what time she’ll be working.”

“Alright, let me just check the schedule,” the voice on the line said. “Says she’s slated to start tomorrow at eight. That's eight pm, by the way. Please remember these schedules aren’t set in stone and if you want to reserve a private show, you’ll have to do that in person.”

“Right, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, have a pleasant day.”

The woman hung up and Jeanie put her phone away.

“So, what are you going to do?” Sally asked, turning her fries box upside down and smacking the bottom in some vain attempt to get more salty potato sticks.

Jeanie swallowed thickly and set her jaw. “I guess I’m going to a peep show.”

Jeanie arrived at the club at seven thirty, already seeing clusters of people walking up to the door. There was a doorman there this time, a massive meat slab of a bear in a dark suit. He seemed to be checking everyone’s ID before waving them through.

Jeanie checked herself out in her car mirror one last time. She’d put on some light make up, to better blend in with the clubbing crowd. For an outfit she went with a nice red skirt and a blue top, completing the ensemble with a pair of sensible heels. She left her car and approached the bouncer, putting on a smile as his eyes drifted to her.

“ID,” he said, his voice a much higher pitch than she would have assumed. She handed over her driver’s licence and after a quick comparison the bear handed it back with a nod. “You’re good. Have fun.”

“Thanks,” Jeanie nodded, quickly ducking into the club.

She could see flashing lights and hear thumping music that grew steadily louder as she approached the end of the hallway. Going through the doors there she found herself in the same room she had been yesterday. But the room was darker, filled with neon color and thumping music. The dance floor was packed with people, every shape, size, and color you could imagine.

Jeanie felt for a moment overwhelmed, but she set her shoulders and made her way towards the bar. She found a mostly empty section of the room-spanning bartop still being patrolled by a bartender.

“Hi!” Jeanie called with a smile as she sat on the bar stool just to the left side of the bartender.

It was a zebra woman, flat chested, but with curvy hips and a butt to match to make up for that. She was wearing a bright red vest over a plain white button up shirt and form fitting black slacks. Her make up was rather light, just some color in her cheeks and soft purple eyeshadow. There were few thin purple highlights in her striped hair, teased out into a pretty, spiky style. Jeanie was more than a little jealous.

“Good evening, miss,” the zebra replied. The music was just low enough that Jeanie could tell that it was decidedly _not _a feminine voice. It wasn’t some masculine baritone, but it wasn’t a typical woman’s voice either.

Jeanie must have had a shocked look on her face, because the zebra let out a rather girlish giggle.

“Makeup and hips threw you off, huh?” He said with a smirk. “Yeah, I get that a lot. The others tell me I might get it less if I didn’t do the eye-shadow, but, I don’t know, I like feeling pretty. I’m Zeke, by the way.”

He lacked the lisp Jeanie had come to understand as stereotypical of the gays. Maybe he was a stealth gay. Jeanie shook it off and smiled apologetically.

“Jeanie. And, ah, sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he waved her off. “So, what brings you to the Neon Dragon today?”

Jeanie couldn’t help but blush. “Well, I, uh-”

The phone on the bar rang.

“Sorry, I need to get this,” Zeke said with an apologetic smile as he picked up the receiver. “Just a moment.”

He held the phone to his head, making the usual greeting and then just listening for a few moments. He nodded a few times and Jeanie thought she saw his eyes flick to her more than once.

After about a minute or so, he moved the receiver away from his mouth and said to her, “Sorry about this, but the boss wants to talk to you. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Jeanie blinked in surprise. “The boss?”

Zeke nodded.

“Um, sure,” Jeanie said without thinking.

Zeke nodded again and brought the receiver back to his mouth. “She said yes. I’ll show her the way. Be there in a minute.” He hung up and moved from behind the bar. He called over his shoulder. “Hey Mac, can you cover for me a moment?”

“Sure thing,” came a reply from somewhere behind the bar. Jeanie wasn’t exactly paying attention.

“If you’ll follow me, please,” Zeke nodded at her, moving across the dancefloor. Jeanie returned the nod and followed silently.

He led her through the doors she had seen the day before, into the hallways beyond. They went up a few flights of stairs, enough to almost make Jeanie ask if there was an elevator, before going down another hallway and arriving at a heavy metal door. The word ‘Owner’ was stamped across it in big block letters.

“Val’s just through there,” Zeke nodded at the door.

“Thanks,” Jeanie said, speaking for the first time in minutes. She made no move to enter, feeling panic grip her.

Zeke seemed to notice. “Hey, uh, I understand you’re nervous, but, um, don’t be?” He chuckled weakly. “Look, I know how intimidating this all is, but Val’s really a nice person, even if she tries to pretend she's not. There’s nothing to worry about, honest.”

“Right,” Jeanie nodded, still not moving. “Did she… did she say why she wanted to talk to me?”

“Something about Suzy. I didn’t pry. I figured it’s between you three.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, ah, I need to get back to the bar…”

“Oh, sorry,” Jeanie offered an apologetic smile. “Go on, I’ll be okay.”

“Good luck,” he said teasingly, moving to leave. “Just don’t act like you’re afraid and you should be okay.”

“Right,” Jeanie said with an amused snort as the zebra departed. She turned back to the door, took a deep breath, and entered.

The room was large, which wasn’t surprising given that it was the office of a club owner. The floor was black marble with streaks of white running through it, and the walls were similarly dark. A window on the far wall looked out over what was presumably the main dancefloor, the music heavily muffled but still audible. Monitors lined the other wall, all presently turned off, but Jeanie could guess what they would have shown had they been on. A massive oak desk sat in front of the monitors, across from a collection of places one could comfortably sit. The furniture sat atop a very fluffy and soft-looking zebra-patterned rug that would have been garish elsewhere. But here, it really just tied the whole room together.

Behind the desk sat the person Jeanie kept hearing about: Val. Jeanie didn’t know what she had been expecting, but Val’s appearance still threw her for a loop. From what Jeanie could see above the desk was fairly normal. A reptilian woman covered in green scales with paler scales on her front. She was bald, apparently she didn’t grow hair and chose to not wear a wig. She was dressed in a dark blue suit jacket that seemed a little tight based on how her generous breasts were straining the material.

All of that by itself wasn’t truly out of the ordinary, but what spilled out from behind the desk was something Jeanie hadn’t seen before. A truly massive tail covered in the same scales as the rest of Val laid over the floor behind its owner. It doubled back on itself several times as it seemed to take up all the space between Val’s desk and the wall behind it. Jeanie couldn’t guess at how long it was, but from what she could see it was a couple dozen feet at the very least.

“Sit anywhere you like,” Val said, making a sweeping gesture of the entire room, her voice low and smokey.

Jeanie was rather flush with choice, two couches and three plush armchairs sat across from Val’s rather large oak desk. She stood there debating for a moment before simply picking the couch on the right and sitting on the end, one hand on the armrest and the other on the cushion beside her. She fidgeted a bit, trying to get settled, Val’s golden yellow eyes on her the whole while.

Finally, Jeanie got herself somewhat comfortable, going to cross her legs before stopping and just sitting up a little straighter. She met Val’s gaze and at last the woman spoke again.

“You’re Jeanie, the girl from Suzy’s gym, correct?”

Jeanie swallowed thickly. “Yeah,”

“I’m Valerie Morlin, owner and operator of this refined and legitimate establishment. Now, I want you to understand that I don’t like to pry,” Val said, touching the tips of her fingers together. “But I will in the interest of keeping my people healthy and happy. Which brings me to you being here today.”

Jeanie rubbed her knees together. “How much do you know?”

“Enough. At least, I believe I do. I know Suzy is interested in pursuing a relationship with you, only there’s a few mutual concerns.”

“Look, I…” Jeanie sighed. “I don’t know. I like Suzy, but her job is…”

“Unconventional?” Val offered.

“Yeah, that. I appreciate her being open with me about it, but I’m just not sure how I feel about her… doing what she does.”

“And so you’re here to tell her that’s it for the two of you?”

Jeanie shook her head. “No. Maybe. I don’t know. I guess I was just trying to see if I could be okay with it.”

Val tapped her chin with her paired index fingers. “And how were you planning to do that?”

Jeanie smiled weakly. “Well, I was going to, uh, try to peek in on her working.”

Val didn’t respond immediately, tapping her chin a few more times.

“That could be arranged.”

Jeanie perked up a little. “Really?”

Val nodded. “There are several rooms here that are made just for such things. It would be easy to arrange for Suzy and one of her clients to use one of them while you sat on the other side and observed.

“Other side?” Jeanie asked.

“Mirrored glass,” Val clarified. “There’s also a few cameras in there connected to screens in the room, so you can get a view from different angles.”

“That’s… thorough, I guess,” Jeanie said, fidgeting a little. “You do this sort of thing a lot?”

“Not under these exact circumstances. But, having a front row seat to a live performance is something many people enjoy.” Val smirked. “If you feel this will help you come to a conclusion about your relationship with Suzy, I’ll make the arrangements. Do you have any preferences as to who you’d like Suzy to be with?”

That threw Jeanie for a loop. “Uh...”

Val chuckled. “Sorry. I suppose I’m too used to people coming in purely for carnal reasons. I’ll just put you down for ‘any’.” She pulled a tablet from one of her desk drawers and spent a few seconds fiddling with the touch screen. “Hm, you’re in luck. Suzy has an appointment in twenty minutes. Looks like they checked the box that says we can record them. Which I think means letting you watch isn’t out of the question, hm?” Val shot Jeanie a knowing smile.

The gazelle smiled nervously and nodded. “Uh, yeah.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Val said with a chuckle, tapping at the tablet a few more times. “Alright, I’ve made sure they’ll be in the appropriate room.”

As if on cue, a door behind Val opened to reveal a peacock. Jeanie was a little stunned by the bird’s appearance. Not her choice of clothes, which to Jeanie looked business casual, nor by the tablet held in the crook of her arm, which just made sense if the bird was some sort of secretary or assistant. No, what stunned Jeanie was the peacock’s feathers, as they were quite a dazzling array of colors. And based on Jeanie’s admittedly limited knowledge of peacocks, it was usually the males that were colorful like that. But, a guy wouldn’t have tits like that-

Jeanie snorted softly. A guy couldn’t have an ass like that Zeke had. And yet he certainly did. If nothing else, the last two days had been quite an educational and eye-opening experience for the gazelle.

“Hello Nancy,” Val said, turning to face the bird woman.

“Hi boss. What can I do for you?” Nancy said in even tones.

“I’d like you to escort Jeanie here down to room three six and put her in the observation booth.”

Nancy turned and peered at Jeanie with what felt like a critical eye. Jeanie couldn’t help but nervously tug at the hem of her skirt and put on her best friendly smile.

“Is she here for dinner?” she asked, still looking Jeanie over.

Val giggled and Jeanie blushed as she realized the implications of that question.

“I’m afraid not, Nancy. Jeanie here is… well, she’s here for a special reason.” Val laughed again and made a shooing gesture. “Now, show her to the room. And please be nice to her.”

“No promises,” Nancy said with a smirk.

She navigated around Val’s tail with what looked like practiced ease, moving around the lamia and the desk over to Jeanie. Nancy jutted her chin towards the door and then started walking towards it, making Jeanie scramble to follow her.

“Uh, thank you, Val,” Jeanie said rather half-heartedly, not quite sure if she really should thank the lamia but at a loss for what else to say.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Val said with another knowing smile and a wave goodbye as Jeanie followed Nancy out of the office.

Nancy’s legs were long and she clearly was someone who liked to hurry up and get where they were going, so by the time Jeanie actually got out into the hall, the peacock was already at the stairs. Jeanie jogged to catch up, falling into step just behind the bird.

“So, not to pry,” Nancy began, in the same tone people always had when they very much did mean to pry. “But, what got you into Val’s office? She usually doesn’t call just anyone up there. Unless she’s hungry, of course.” Nancy added with an audible smirk

“Well, I sorta, uh…” Jeanie trailed off. She wasn’t sure how much she should tell this Nancy maybe-woman. The peacock obviously worked here and the last thing Jeanie wanted to do was give the rumor mill something to grind. “It’s my first time.”

“Really?” Nancy looked over her shoulder, her gaze appraising Jeanie once more. “Ah, and you’re checking people out so you can pick one to do your first session with, right?”

“Uh…” was the only sound Jeanie’s mouth could make as her brain unpacked Nancy’s words.

“So, like, are you like a porn virgin or like a virgin virgin?” Nancy asked, the speed of her words steadily increasing. “Because, if you’re new to shooting scenes, Zeke is a really good guy to work with. In my opinion anyway, heh.” She brushed a clump of blue feathers out of her face. “But, if you’re a for real Saint Mary virgin then woof, you are gonna rake in some serious cash tonight.”

Jeanie blinked, but otherwise stayed silent as she continued to follow Nancy down the stairs. Part of it was because she was getting so many words thrown at her at once she couldn’t hope to properly reply. Another part was she was curious to hear the next strange sentence to come out of Nancy’s mouth.

“Honestly, I don’t see the appeal, but there are some people who will shell out fuck-you money to get it on with a virgin. Or alleged virgin,” Nancy added with a wink. “Honestly, aside from some tightness and maybe not knowing exactly what they’re doing, I can’t understand how anyone could tell a real virgin from someone who maybe just hasn’t fucked a whole bunch. But, it’s whatever.”

They had reached the bottom of the stairs and Nancy stopped, turning on her heel to face Jeanie. “Look, it’s gonna bug me otherwise, so I insist you tell me which it is.”

“Huh?” Jeanie raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused as to what the question was.

“Are you a virgin or what?” Nancy said, bobbing her head either for emphasis or because of some physical tick.

“Oh, uh…” Jeanie blushed. She hadn’t been asked that question since high school and this was almost as awkward as that had been. “I’m not a virgin. A, uh, virgin virgin.”

“Ah, so just never shot a scene before, huh.”

Jeanie chuckled. “That’s not inaccurate.”

Nancy nodded. “Well, like I said, Zeke’s a good choice for your first scene. Sweet as pie, pretty as a peach, and his dick is nice too.” Nancy pushed open the door from the stairs and led Jeanie down the neon-lit halls. “Oh, you know what, I didn’t even ask you what kind of partner you wanted. Like, pretty as he is, Zeke’s still a boy with a dick and all that. You prefer girls?”

The hallways seemed different to the ones Jeanie had gone down to get to the stairs earlier. Given that this was a multi-floor building, she could very easily be on a different floor than the one that housed the main club. The music certainly seemed to be different, lower and deeper, the thumps of the bass seeming to vibrate Jeanie’s core.

All of this information was something that Jeanie was only vaguely aware of in the back of her head as she thought about how to answer Nancy’s question.

“I guess so,” she said after a few seconds of silence.

“Heh, well, you’ll be spoiled for choice around here.” Nancy said with a laugh “If there’s a particular sort of lady you want, I can almost guarantee she’s around here someplace.”

Jeanie glanced down a hallway as they passed it, seeing that it led to a large dance floor, not nearly as big as the main one but a good size nonetheless. There was a decent sized crowd, very few of them dancing and most moving around and chatting in groups of various sizes. And there among the throng of bodies, was an all too familiar tigress.

Suzy made Jeanie stop in her tracks and do a double-take. A soft pink dress was stretched over the tigress’s chiseled form, somehow making her look both more and less feminine than normal. The dress was a bit too small, hugging Suzy tightly and showing off a good deal of her musculature. It took Jeanie a few seconds of staring to realize the dress wasn’t just tight, but it was short too. It barely reached Suzy’s wide hips, and even then, if she so much as shifted her stance from one foot to the other, the hem pulled up enough to show off the amazon’s lack of underwear. In the low, pulsing lights of the club you could miss it. But if you were close enough or looking intently, it was quite apparent.

Jeanie’s mouth watered. She was tempted to approach the tigress herself, say fuck it to her stupid plan and have the mountain of a woman take her to one of the back rooms. Let Suzy do whatever she liked until Jeanie limped out of the club.

If she got out at all.

“See someone you like?” Nancy asked, dragging Jeanie back to the present.

“O-oh, um, maybe,” Jeanie stammered, looking away and quickly ducking around the corner.

“Aw, don’t be shy. Who were you looking at?” Nancy craned her head around the corner and inspected the crowd. “I can give you the skinny on just about anyone here. Come on, tell me.”

Jeanie sighed. “I was looking at S- uh, the tiger.”

“Tiger…” Nancy repeated as she scanned the crowd. “Oh, the big girl in the pink dress?”

“Uh-huh,” Jeanie nodded.

“You like ‘em big and strong, then,” Nancy said as if it explained everything. “Well, I can tell you Suzy’s lots of fun, but she might be too much fun if you’re just starting out. If you catch my drift.” Nancy continued down the hallway, beckoning Jeanie to follow. “Anyway, we’re almost there.”

Nancy soon led Jeanie to a room with surprisingly bright lighting. Jeanie figured it was actually just lit like a regular room would be, but after so many darkened neon hallways it was nearly uncomfortably bright.

“There’s a dimmer so you can set the mood a little better,” Nancy said, helpfully rolling the dial down a few lumous.

Blinking, Jeanie took in the room. It was all soft, creamy whites, which made Jeanie think about how much of a bitch it must be to clean considering what it was used for. Along the right wall were a few tables, the first holding all manner sex toys and lube, the second towels and water, and the third a few monitors. A few chairs of various sorts sat in front of the room’s most obvious feature.

The wall opposite the door was entirely glass, looking into the room beyond. The next room was colored black, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, scattered with little white dots, almost as if to give the impression one was in the night sky. There was what looked like a massage table in the center of the room, along with a few folding chairs leaning against one wall.

“Well, you should have a show soon,” Nancy said with a smile and nod. “There’s everything you should need on the tables there and those screens are hooked up to cameras in the next room. So you can get different angles on the action.”

Jeanie eyed the glass wall nervously. “Uh, this is probably a stupid question, but they can’t see me too, right?”

Nancy let out a good natured chuckle. “I understand the concern. I thought the same thing the first time I did this. But no, they can’t. It’s the same sort of one-way glass they use in interrogation rooms.”

“Okay, good,” Jeanie nodded, not entirely convinced this wasn’t some sort of elaborate prank, but her fears were for the most part assuaged.

“I’ll leave you to it. If you need anything, there’s a phone next to the screens. Just hit zero and you’ll be able to order whatever you want.” Nancy inclined her head once and then spun on her heel and vanished through the door.

Alone, Jeanie slowly wandered over to the chairs. She plopped herself down in the one with the high back, reminding her of the sort you’d see in an old vampire movie. She glanced over her shoulder at the table laden with sex toys, but quickly looked away from them. She wasn’t too sure masturbating was what she should be doing right now. Or even when Suzy showed up.

She pulled out her phone and started playing one of the ‘keep your fingers busy’ games she had loaded on it. It did indeed keep her fingers busy, but her mind took that opportunity to run wild.

She was paranoid. Wondering if at any moment Suzy would suddenly appear, asking what Jeanie was doing. Would she be mad that Jeanie was spying on her? Was this even spying? Suzy had told Jeanie herself what she did, it wasn’t like that was any mystery. Still, it felt a little underhanded. But Jeanie didn’t want Suzy to know she was there. She wanted to see how things were normally.

As far as ‘normal’ applied to this whole mess.

Jeanie eyed the phone, an old fashioned dial-up, wondering if she should get herself a drink. Or several. She was reaching for it when she saw movement in the other room. She shut off her phone and tossed it aside, eyes now glued to the room on the other side of the glass.

A donkey came through first: a plainly dressed, man of average height who, while not necessarily fat, certainly had some meat on his bones. Right behind him was a slender human woman, A bit shorter than the donkey, fair skinned with a short bob of red hair, wearing a tasteful red dress. And after a few tense seconds, Suzy followed in after them, her massive frame easily dwarfing the couple.

All it took was a softly growled word to get the couple to take their clothes off, blushing the both of them. Jeanie scooted her seat forward a bit, leaning closer to the glass as bodies were laid bare to her eyes. The woman slipped the straps off her freckled shoulders, letting the shiny red dress fall around her ankles. She wasn’t wearing anything aside from a thin as floss thong, letting Jeanie see she had freckles just about everywhere. They were cute.

But the human woman didn’t hold as much interest to Jeanie as her companion did. The donkey was a bit on the thick side, although, as his clothes fell away, it was apparent it was as much muscle as it was fat. Speaking of fat, his cock soon came into view, nice and thick like the rest of him. Jeanie squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thighs together.

Only a slight smirk betrayed any feelings Suzy had on the matter. She gestured at the table and the donkey nodded, hopping up on it, hands resting on his knees and hooves swinging freely a few inches off the ground. Suzy pushed the woman close to the table, just to the right of the donkey, guiding her hands to his chubby dick.

The woman worked dutifully, stroking the donkey's cock with practiced motions. While she worked him up to his full potential, Suzy gently pushed him down on the table, until he was flat on his back. The donkey huffed excitedly, folding his arms behind his head and looking happily up at, not the woman, but Suzy.

Jeanie breathed hotly and grabbed at her own outfit, unhooking her skirt and tossing it aside as she started wiggling out of her panties. She left them still hanging off one leg when she noticed movement in the room beyond.

The donkey had been worked up to full excitement, his cock standing proud. He wasn’t the longest, but he certainly had girth to compensate. Suzy rather roughly pushed the woman aside, the redhead stumbling back and leaning right up against the glass. She leaned her head back, biting her lip to stifle her moan as Suzy took hold of the donkey’s legs.

She tugged him forward, enough to disturb his comfy state. She loomed over him, taking his legs and angling them at her sides. Next she angled his dick towards her meaty cunt, their pair’s pose reminiscent of the traditional missionary position, but in reverse.

The donkey groaned as Suzy eased her hips down, her pussy swallowing his dick with a wet squelch. She rolled her hips a bit, letting them both get used to it before she started pounding down on him. The woman moaned, pushing her fingers into her own cunt as her companion got fucked. Jeanie’s fingers were inching closer to her own aching nethers, her lust starting to dribble onto her seat

Suddenly, Suzy’s gaze snapped towards the glass and Jeanie’s heart jumped into her throat. It took her a few good seconds to realize Suzy wasn’t looking at her, but rather the human.

“Who said you could touch yourself?” Suzy said in a low growl, which only made Jeanie wetter.

The human woman titered nervously, dragging her fingers away from her needy pussy. She slumped a little against the glass, still biting her lip and moaning, rubbing her legs together desperately as the tigress went back to pounding the donkey.

Jeanie nervously touched herself, the fear that Suzy would somehow sniff her out sending a perverse thrill up her spine. She pushed her other hand into her mouth to stifle her moans as Jeanine continued to fuck the donkey in an obscene mockery of traditional, clean-cut sex.

The woman couldn’t help herself either. She pushed away from the wall, staggering almost drunkenly over to the table. She grabbed the side, careful not to touch the donkey or Suzy, and started grinding herself on the corner. Suzy shot her a look, lip curled back in a snarl, but the woman just batted her eyes and chewed her lip, confident in her apparent loophole in the tigress’s orders.

Suzy took a hand off the donkey’s leg and put it over the woman’s head, fingers curled over the skull and palm almost covering the eyes. The woman froze, her mouth opening and her tongue slipping out as she huffed, clearly excited by this development. For a moment, Jeanie thought, and perhaps hoped, that Suzy was going to crush the poor slut’s skull.

However, Jeanie merely dragged her by the head until she was behind Suzy. She forced the woman to her knees, a few growled words got the woman’s hands on Suzy’s hips, pushing the pink dress up off Suzy’s pert butt. Suzy pushed the woman’s face firmly between her cheeks and by the sharp intake of breath Jeanie could guess what the woman was doing.

Jeanie rubbed herself harder, pulling her hand from her mouth so she could drag herself closer to the window, her heated breath starting to fog up the glass.

Suzy treated the donkey like a bride on his wedding night, hiking his legs up on her shoulders, pumping her cunt up and down his dick with hard, hungry thrusts. Suddenly, Suzy slammed forward enough to make the heavy table scoot forward an inch and threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut and lips drawn back to show off her teeth. She relaxed a few seconds later, reaching back and dragging the woman by the hair away from her ass.

The woman got shakily to her feet, wiping drool from her mouth as she was led back to the table. At Suzy’s urgings, the woman climbed onto it, taking care she didn’t accidentally kick the donkey as she got down on all fours beside him. Suzy worked her hips until the donkey’s cock popped free of her cunt. It was covered in feminie slime, but not a lick of cum, which surprised Jeanie.

Suzy didn’t blink, guiding the woman’s lips to her partner’s cock, forcing her to clean him of the tiger’s juices. The woman moaned and shivered, fingers flexing against the table’s smooth surface, desperate to attend to her needy cunny but restraining herself. Jeanie didn’t. Not when the woman licked the donkey’s balls clean nor when she took his cock to the root in her mouth, throat bulging with its girth. Suzy’s hand came down to hold the woman there, keeping her choking on dick as her air slowly ran out. Jeanie started to finger fucked herself as the sounds of the woman cock-muffled gagging filtered over the speakers.

After a minute, Suzy pulled the woman off the donkey’s dick by her hair. The woman gasped for breath as the cock came free of her airway, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes as she looked up at Suzy with something akin to reverence. The tigress smirked, releasing her hair and bidding the woman to stand up. She rose shakily, but Suzy’s well-muscled arm was there to hold her steady in an odd moment of kindness considering the woman’s treatment so far.

It was fleeting, as Suzy pulled the woman close, whispering something in her ear as her thick fingers teasingly circled the woman’s holes. The woman leaned down, grabbing the hem of Suzy’s dress and delicately pulling it up and over the amazon’s head. Suzy took the garment and tossed it aside, digging her fingers into the woman’s ass flesh and squeezing. The woman yelped and tittered, leaning against Suzy, peppering the tigress’s head and face with kisses.

The donkey’s hands went to his cock, his companion’s spit serving as serviceable lube as he stroked himself to the scene playing out above him. Suzy focused on him long enough to smack his hands away before turning her attention back to the human. Suzy yawned, her jaw opening wider than it should have been able to, fangs glistening in the low light.

A simple bump against the woman’s rump sent her head onto Suzy’s waiting tongue, the tigress’s jaws snapping shut around the woman’s neck. Jeanie pushed away from the glass and slumped in her chair, fingered herself desperately with both hands as Suzy swallowed. The tigress’s throat bulged as the woman was fed into it. Suzy lifted the woman up like she weighed nothing, flexing her arm like she was doing curls to force the woman’s naked body into her mouth. There was some mercy in the predator, as she shoved her middle finger into the woman’s cunt as her tits vanished into Suzy’s throat.

Jeanie heard a muffled sound that very well could have been the woman’s squeal. Her legs kicked in the air and her arms flailed as much as they could before being pinned to her sides by Suzy’s jaws. Suzy tipped her head back, finger-fucking the woman as she was shoved down her devourer’s gullet. Suzy pulled her finger free as the woman’s hips entered her maw, the digit chased by a squirt of fluid. From there everything was quick, the woman’s legs getting sucked down like noodles, her twitching toes nibbled on for the briefest of moments before getting swallowed along with the rest of her.

Suzy sighed and patted her stomach, her middle only barely pushing out even with an entire human woman inside it. If someone saw her without knowing what had happened, they would never even suspect the tigress had eaten a woman whole and alive. Suzy turned her head and let out a small belch with such a casual air that it made Jeanie cum on the spot.

She groaned and slumped even further in her seat, clear honey spilling freely from her folds and making a mess of her groin and thighs. But not the seat below, the faux-leather clearly made with such messes in mind.

Jeanie blinked sluggishly, unfocused eyes seeing Suzy crick her neck and get on her knees in front of the donkey. She grabbed his legs again and pressed them together, meeting his gaze over his pot-belly and the still hard cock laying on it. She licked her lips, provoking the dick to twitch and throb. She gave a slight incline of her head before opening her maw wide.

The donkey’s hands were on his fat fuckstick before Suzy even had his hooves in her mouth, working it hurriedly as she began to eat him as well. Dazed as she was, Jeanie willed herself to sit up and watch what was happening. Her ass squelched wetly but she didn’t care, fingers already tracing her still sensitive lips as Suzy swallowed her way up the donkey’s calves.

His knees vanished past her lips, thick thighs pressing together as they were forced into her mouth. Suzy made it seem effortless, grabbing the donkey’s sides and pulling him a bit further off the table. Jeanie could see the flash of Suzy’s thick tongue, first snaking between his legs to get at his balls before sliding deftly between his ass cheeks. He squirmed and jerked himself harder and faster, apparently trying to cum before Suzy’s lips, and her teeth, overtook his groin.

He didn’t make it, Suzy shooing away his hands as her hunger claimed his thighs. His cock flopped forward, landing across Suzy’s forehead. She let out a snort and, though it was hard to see with her mouth so stretched, she smiled. A small toss of her head sent the donkey dick back over its owner’s belly. Suzy’s lips pulled back, showing off her teeth, which she carefully began to ‘walk’ over the donkey’s ass, hips, and cock.

The donkey let out little gasps as those fangs scraped lightly over his shaft, never enough to break the skin or hurt, but enough to excite him. Knowing the heat of Suzy’s mouth personally, along with how tight and wet it could get, Jeanie had a feeling he wouldn’t last much longer.

She was right, as Suzy’s top row of teeth barely scraped over the middle of his cock when he let out a bray and bucked his hips as well as he could with them mostly in a tigress’s mouth. His load wasn’t particularly impressive, shooting a few ropes over his belly and chest, but Jeanie didn’t care. She groped her left tit through her top as Suzy tucked the donkey’s softening erection into her mouth and swallowed his hips.

Suzy lifted him off the table, leaning back and feeding him into her gullet much like what she had done with his companion only a few scant minutes prior. Jeanie panted at the sheer casualness of Suzy’s actions, the way she ate the donkey like he was a slice of pizza. A big, fat slice with cum spattered on top which her tongue swiped at the sides of as they passed her lips.

His arms hung limply at either side of Suzy’s maw as she devoured his chest. They were forced up as her lips reached his neck. He wore a blissed out expression as her jaws inched over his face, her tongue curling over the back of his head to pull him in just a bit faster. Her lips closed over the top of his head and around his arms, sucking them down like noodles and finishing off her meal with a loud, heavy gulp.

“Ulp! Ah…” Suzy let out a contented sigh, leaning back and rubbing her steadily stretching middle.

Jeanie came again, not as spectacularly as the first time, but it still left her a shivering mess, her groin and the seat below practically a swamp of sweat and girl-cum. She couldn’t bring herself to sit up properly, leaving her slowly sliding out of her seat as she watched Suzy stand up, stretch, and then lean against the table, rubbing her meat-swollen belly. Now she could have passed for being heavily pregnant, although the odd lumps and bulges in her gut would have given away what was actually inside her.

They both sat there for a time, basking in their respective afterglows. It was only when Jeanie saw Suzy gathering her fallen dress and making for the door did the gazelle finally stir. She willed her limbs to move, sliding out of her seat and getting her feet underneath herself before she landed on the floor in a heap. She rose on shaky legs, kicking her panties away, enough fluids having dribbled down her legs to make them a mess too. Her shirt hadn’t escaped unscated either, the edges damp with evidence of her indulgence. Muttering swears under her breath, Jeanie grabbed her skirt and pulled it up around her hips as she stumbled drunkenly towards the door.

She moved out into the hallway and rounded the corner, hoping this corridor looped around to the other room. She tried to smooth out her hair and clothes as she went, even if the effort was like brushing the dirt off a car wreck. She was so preoccupied with trying to look halfway presentable she almost didn’t see Suzy. It was almost comical, considering Suzy’s generally large frame now made even larger by her gut. Jeanie was able to stop herself just short of walking directly into said gut.

“Woah, sorry, sorry!” Jeanie said almost automatically, hastily backing up a few steps and slowly peering up at Suzy. It was a decent imitation of a sociable drunk. Jeanie certainly felt like she had slugged a few drinks, her heart pounding as her stomach fluttered excitedly while her skin prickled hotly.

“It’s oka- ...Jeanie?”

“Oh, hey there, Suzy. Uh, fancy meeting you here,” Jeanie said, smooth as sandpaper, biting her lip as she eyed up the tigress. Suzy had put on her dress, but only bothered to pull it down enough to cover her breasts. Jeanie seriously doubted the material could have stretched over the tigress’s squirming belly.

“What are you…” Suzy started to say before trailing off and tilting her head as she looked at Jeanie. She put it together rather quickly, which admittedly wouldn’t have been all that hard considering Jeanie’s decision to just jump out and all but spell out what was going on. “Did you… were you in the peep room?”

Jeanie chuckled nervously. “Y-yeah, I, uh… I guess I just wanted to see what really happened when you worked.”

Suzy sighed and leaned against the wall, one hand on her gravid middle. “So, you saw all of that?”

Jeanie nodded, a bit too enthusiastically. “Sure did.” Slowly, hesitantly, she inched closer to Suzy. “I just wanted to see if I could handle it. S-seeing you work.” She reached out, laying her hand on Suzy’s arm. “And I thought… fuck, I don’t know what I thought. I-I just had to talk to you, I guess.”

Suzy seemed perplexed and nervous, her breathing soft and shallow, broken up by the occasional sharp hiss as the occupants of her belly shifted. To Jeanie’s ears it didn’t sound like a pained gasp. Quite the opposite.

“Well, since we’re both here now… what’s the verdict?” Suzy asked, something akin to grave resignation in her voice.

Jeanie offered the same nervous grin she had when Suzy had invited her to stay and ‘observe’ the tiger work out in the buff.

“Suzy, I am more than okay with… this,” Jeanie made a vague gesture to the tigress as a whole.

Suzy perked up a little. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jeanie nodded, letting out a breathy chuckle. “It’s weird and kinda fucked up, but fuck it I’m okay with it. Kinda helps that it’s hot as fuck.”

Suzy snorted and shook her head, amused. “You’re kinda weird yourself, Jeanie.”

“Yeah, but now I’m your weird.” Jeanie said, sidling closer and hugging Suzzy from the side. She pressed her head against the tigress’s ribs, listening to the feline’s thumping heartbeat along with muffled glorps and glicks and the occasional moan. “Where do you get off being so damn sexy, Suzy?” Jeanie demanded, smiling as she hugged her girlfriend tighter.

Suzy shrugged like an oak tree swaying in the breeze. “I work out a lot. Oh, and I have a protein heavy diet.”

“Heh,” Jeanie chuckled as she rubbed her pussy-juice soaked thighs together. “So, um, d-do you still have to go back out and work, or…?”

Suzy snickered. “I got a decent check for these two.” She rubbed her gurgling gut. “I was planning on going back to my room and sleeping them off. Might come back out later and see if I can’t catch the eye of the late crowd. Unless…”

Jeanie perked up, peeling herself off her girlfriend’s wonderful body so she could crane her head back and meet Suzy’s eye. “Unless?”

“Unless I had someone with me in my room,” Suzy said slyly. “Keep me occupied.”

“Well, I was planning to cruise around this place and see what hot piece of ass I could maybe afford five minutes with, buuuuuuuuuut…” Jeanie grinned. “I guess I could come with you.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Suzy said, patting Jeanie on the head. She pushed off the wall with a grunt and started lumbering down the hallway, Jeanie quick on her heels. “Plus, I could use a snack later.”