Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Juujin ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Light hawk 
Keri is looking to unwind after a stressful few days
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.07.2010 | Pages: 7 | Words: 10.3K | Visits: 535 | Status: Completed
Keri is looking to unwind after a stressful few days
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.07.2010 | Pages: 7 | Words: 10.3K | Visits: 535 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer thingy: This work contains sex. Detailed sex. Detailed lesbian sex. It contains other things as well, but if you’re old enough to read about two woman getting it on, you’re old enough to read anything, so don’t even worry about the rest of it.
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Chapter 4
The elevator doors slid open silently, the barest whisper of the wheels in their well oiled tracks the only sound. The normal alert chime had been disabled for the very top floor. Keri stepped out of the elevator into the circular room beyond, and then leaned back against the cool metal doors once they had slid shut again. She took in a deep, expansive breath, and screamed.
The noise reverberated around the tiny elevator kiosk, deafening in the confined space. It rattled the paneling that covered the walls, tilting several of the generic, water colored paintings of flowers or trees that hung about the room. The sound carried on for a good second or two after Keri had emptied her lungs, and her ears rung from the force of it for several minutes more.
She didn’t really feel any better afterwards, but the desire to break things into little tiny pieces wasn’t quite as insistent. She still didn’t think the next thing to annoy her would continue to exist for very long after the fact though. The last few days had not been good for her over all stress levels, and having to deal with one of her most troublesome big spending clients at the end of it had taken all her frustrations and nerves and wound them up into a tight little ball. She could feel it, a throbbing pulse of emotion right at the base of her skull, like a powder keg just awaiting a spark.
Sucking down a breath to refill her lungs, Keri stalked around the bend of the room, taking the eastern door to her personal library. The room was the type of place better suited to being the study of some stereotypical scholarly individual rather than that of a hotel and casino owner. The walls were not merely lined from floor to ceiling with bookshelves, the bookshelves were built right into the walls themselves. The wooden shelves had been sanded, stained, and polished to a mirror sheen, a marked contrast to many of the items they held. Magazines and comic books sat side by side with leather bound encyclopedias. Paperback novels with creased and splitting spines were stacked next to pristine hardcover collector’s sets. Bookends of black leather wearing dominatrixes sat above gold embossed miniatures of classic sculpture.
The floor was covered with a thick, warm, rich carpeting that was so soft it could nearly double as bedding. Several overstuffed leather chairs were spread about the room, clustered around lamp bearing end tables. The room had an atmosphere of peace and comfort, the heavy carpet and book lined walls damping sound while the lighting was just bright enough to read by but dim enough to imply a sense of coziness. It was a place Keri often came to when she needed to relax and unwind.
Now however she stormed on through the room without pause, and nearly tore the door to her bedroom off it’s hinges in opening it. The master bedroom was itself the size of a decent apartment, and subdivided into several rooms. The door from the library opened into a short hall, a closet to the right, the left leading to a half enclosed space filled with all manner of electronics, old and ultra-modern alike. A massive wrap around couch took up two walls of the space and various display screens, musical players, and gaming systems were stacked upon shelves that lined the other two. The nearest wall from the hall was merely waist high so as to give an unobstructed view from the television/gaming/lounging space out onto what Keri thought of as her multipurpose area.
The area was a good twenty five by twenty five feet, and floored in light stained hardwood. The polish had long since been worn off most of the floor, and much of it was well scuffed and scratched from use. Keri tended to use the space for whatever her interest of the month happened to be, anything from yoga to tai chi to various styles of dance. It had often been employed when she needed to work off some pressure.
As with the library though, Keri barely even considered the room except for it’s place in the route she was taking. Across the open floor was the doorway to the actual bed chamber of the bedroom, and Keri crossed the distance in a few long, swift strides.
She opened the door and gave the room a quick scan, and was disappointed to find it empty. Keri hadn’t even been thinking about it before reaching this point, but some part of her had been rather hoping to find Sissy at home waiting for her. Her human lover had always been very good for Keri’s peace of mind, and not just by being her tamer. Sissy had a gift for talking through a problem until it seemed silly to worry about it, and could make Keri laugh at herself for getting so worked up.
With the hope that perhaps Sissy was lurking about somewhere on the floor, Keri turned to the intercom set into the wall by the door, the speaker giving a tiny static click as she depressed the call button.
“Sissy?” she spoke into the system, hearing her own voice as the speakers spread through out the floor came to life. “Sissy, are you here?” Keri waited a handful of seconds, then forced herself to wait some more. After a slow minute crawled on by she sighed and turned away, not sure if she was too worn down to be disappointed or too disappointed to feel worn down.
The bed chamber was a display of unused space. There was but a single piece of furniture in the whole room, and although the four post bed was nearly the size of an aircraft carrier, even its position in the middle of the room only reduced the area from excessive to needlessly large. The bed was a custom built item, half again as large as a king size plus, and more sturdy than many building supports. The frame was made of reenforced steel, though covered and painted to look like maple, and virtually indestructible. It needed to be to ensure its owner didn’t accidently snap it in half if she got a bit wild during certain recreational, horizontal activities.
As much of the room as was unused, it was however hardly empty. Pictures covered the walls almost as completely as the paint job, a wide and varied collection of all types of art. Photographs and oil paintings, charcoal sketches and calligraphy, metal etchings and needle work, it was hard to find a style that was not represented. The only thing more impressive than the number and variety was knowing it had all been done by one person, and despite having watched most of them being created, even been the model for some, Keri could hardly believe Sissy’s versatility.
The one wall that did not display the artistic efforts of Keri’s tamer was the one opposite the door, and what it did show was impressive in its own right. The entire wall was a single piece of curved glass, and it gave a breath taking view of the surrounding city scape. Standing right in front of the massive window gave the viewer a panoramic vantage of Vegas, an especially remarkable scene to witness at night, though even in the day time it was a sight.
Keri was half of a mind to just collapse into the bed and see how long it’d be until Sissy returned. She was tired and worn out from the last few days, and she was very much looking forward to sleeping in her own bed. There just wasn’t anything as comfortable and restful as one’s own mattress. Keri had to beat down the urge though; if she passed out now she’d be up all night and her sleep schedule would be completely wrecked for days. Also, even as inviting as the bed looked, the tension in her muscles, in the base of her neck, was something she knew she needed to work out if she wanted to be properly rid of it.
She forced herself to strip out of her suit and skirt, tossing both upon the bed. Her undershirt soon followed, and finally her bra and panties. Her heels flew across the room with a pair of light flicks of her feet, smacking into the wall with solid thumps. Thus disrobed of the trappings of her professional life, she stalked on over to her closet.
The space behind the sliding screen door was big enough that a queen sized bed, complete with night stands, could have been placed inside with a comfortable amount of room left over. The majority of the space wasn’t even in current use, and even then almost half of the clothing still possessed their tags, stickers, or plastic wrapping.
Pulling out a drawer, Keri dug through a pile of swim wear that included samples of more colors, fabrics, and designs than any average person could put names to. The neatly stacked and organized drawer was left in a jumbled heap after Keri went through it, and the floor around it was not spared of the overflow of the sudden mess.
The selected swimsuit was a snow white one piece, simple and unadorned. It did not cling particularly tightly, nor did it display more than a hint of cleavage, and the back came up over Keri’s shoulder blades. The straps were wide and sturdy, both over the shoulders and around under the arms to provide support.
Snagging a hairband on her way out, Keri pulled the long, purple strands of her hair back into a tight ponytail as she padded back through the library. She half paused, considering grabbing a book, but dismissed the idea. While some pool side reading was usually a nice way to relax, she didn’t feel it was what she needed right now. She was after physical release and didn’t want to risk ruining a book carrying it back after swimming. While for the most part she had made peace with having a full coat of fur, the ability of the stuff to hold onto water was a source of annoyance.
Returning to the elevator, Keri pressed the button for the ground floor, and considered her reflection in the mirrored walls. Tying her hair back made her look younger, not that she had really looked her age since her early twenties. The last decade might as well have not passed as far as her looks were concerned, and she wondered just how big the gap between her actual age and her appearance would get. The fur would probably help a lot with that; it’d hide any fine lines or wrinkles, if juujin ever did start looking elderly. Keri had never seen a juujin showing signs of age, though the oldest of them only had a handful of years on her.
The car only dropped a single floor before stopping, and the doors opened to admit a young woman of average height, generous build, and beach going coloration. Her tanned skin complimented the sun bleached shade of her blonde hair, the golden strands left in an untamed mane that managed to pull off the stylishly unkempt look. Intelligent green eyes peered out from under her bangs, the emerald orbs gleaming with lightly restrained joy.
She wore a sundress with a flowery motif, the colors subtle and cool. It clung just tight enough to suggest the curves of her figure without being blatant about it. It was also likely the only thing she had on, if past experiences were anything to go by. She padded into the elevator on bare feet, and flashed Keri a warm, soft smile, the golden tinged points of her feline ears twitching and her tail swaying with the roll of her hips on every step. She carried a sky blue bag slung over one shoulder.
“Sara,” Keri greeted the catgirl with a smile that wasn’t entirely forced. The happy radiance of the woman’s smile washed over her, prying a bit at the stranglehold Keri’s tension had on her.
“Hello Keri,” Sara returned the greeting in her smooth, gentle voice. “How was the trip?”
Keri blew out a short breath. “Unpleasant, but bearable,” she answered as the elevator resumed its decent. “You know how I feel about flying.”
Sara nodded empathetically. “Can’t really blame them, though it’s still unfair.” She paused a moment to consider Keri before asking, “So, is he what you expected?”
“I’m still not sure what I should have expected, if anything,” Keri replied with an uncertain shrug. “He seems nice, polite, respectful...”
“Nervous and possibly terrified?” Sara suggested, and Keri sighed.
“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know, I don’t have much experience with kids.”
“I thought he was sixteen? That’s hardly a kid Keri. A bit younger than most guys you deal with, but mentality wise I doubt there’s much of a difference.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Keri said sarcastically, and Sara laughed softly.
“Oh? Has a certain someone already laid claim on him?” When Keri pointedly didn’t look at her, Sara nodded. “I thought so. Why ever did you bring her along?”
“It was her work shift.”
“And? Do you really think me or Raas would have turned you down under the circumstances?” Keri eyed her, and Sara amended. “Do you think I would have?”
“No,” Keri admitted. “But I didn’t expect her to move that fast, or for him to just jump right in with her.”
“He’s a teenager Keri, wave a pair of tits at one of those and you can get them to do just about anything.”
Keri snorted. “How’s the book coming?”
“Well enough,” Sara answered, accepting the change of subject without resistance. “My editor thinks it could use some more intimacy though.”
“I thought intimacy was all those trashy romance novels were,” Keri said with a smirk.
“Erotic fiction,” Sara corrected, calmly deflect the barb. “And I prefer not to sacrifice the story for the sake of squeezing in one more sex scene or two.”
“Uh huh, and what is the story of this one?”
“It is a tale of two would be lovers, only they don’t realize how they feel about each other because they grew up as friends. It takes the intervention of their juujin to make them realize and express their feelings for each other.”
“And then everyone has lots of sex, right?”
“Well, it would hardly be erotic fiction otherwise,” Sara answered with a straight face, and Keri couldn’t help but laugh.
The doors opened, and the two catgirls fell into step with each other.
“Atrium?” Sara questioned, and Keri nodded.
“You too?”
“Yes, the atmosphere helps me find the right mood for writing,” she answered, giving her bag a pat, which doubtlessly carried her netbook.
“I’m sure it does,” Keri replied. “Nothing like an atmosphere of barely restrained sexual tension, with couples making out or more in half secluded corners, to get the creative juices flowing.”
“Well considering my subject matter...” Sara said shamelessly.
The atrium was slightly larger than a football field, and took up the entirety of the central area of the Wildcat, with the great clear dome above bathing the area in natural lighting. The space within felt even bigger than it was because of the decor, a miniature rain forest growing so thick that it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction. The stone tiled trails wound and twisted their way through the brush, adding more to the illusion of space. It was also sunk down two full stories into the earth, allowing a clear view across the well trimmed tree tops from the ground floor walkway that encircled the plot.
A pool occupied the central floor space of the atrium, a pure blue lagoon within the hidden depths of the tiny jungle. The pool itself was overshadowed by the bigger than life tree that stood in the middle of the irregularly shaped body of water, stretching upward to dwarf the actual living plant life. The structure was balanced upon a tangled mass of roots that formed a series of passageways through the center of the lagoon, and a bridgeway that stretched over the atrium to grant quick access between the front and rear of the Wildcat ran right through a tunnel hollowed into the trunk
Keri and Sara descended the curving stone stairway that seemed carved from the massive rock formations that ringed the atrium and strode together into the jungle. Signposts of rugged, aged wood offered directions, though neither of them needed the guidance. Bird song and other animal cries echoed softly around them as they walked easily along the rolling, curving pathway, until the closed in forest suddenly opened wide as they reached the central pool.
“Get you as drink?” Sara offered, but Keri shook her head.
“No thanks, I’m just here for the water.”
“Right, well have fun then,” Sara said by way of goodbye, waving with one hand as she turned towards the grounded pirate ship that was the pool side bar. Keri waved back, and made her way across the sun warmed stones to the lagoon.
It was a perfect day inside the atrium, which was the purpose of the space. With the sun pouring in above it was warm but not hot, and bright without being blinding. The water looked perfectly cool and inviting, and the normal chlorine scent of a public pool was mostly masked by the salty sea tang that was sprayed into the air. A slight breeze danced around the clearing, just enough to keep the air from feeling stagnant.
The pool was busy as usual for midday, but the size and layout of the area kept it from feeling crowded. The clientele were predominately young men, though there was a noticeable number of older gents and some women. They were nicely balanced by as many if not more juujin, the majority of which were employed at the hotel. They were readily marked out as such by the hotel’s logo embossed upon their outfit, though for some of the girls it had been a stretch to find material enough for it.
A dozen or so juujin were dressed in the tribal wear that was the theme of the week. Feathers and bead work adorned their hair, with sticks or bones holding various styles in place. Fur and leather was the primary material of the outfits, most of which were minimal enough that a single rabbit could have provided for the entire getup. The only other thing covering the juujins’ bodies were bright streaks of body paint, sharp lines and strips and swirling patterns.
The tribal girls were the drink runners, keeping the guests well hydrated and pleasantly buzzed. The rest of them wore modern swim wear, which was often as not as minimal as the runners, and also the red arm bands of the working girls. Pool side was a prime location for the girls to parade their wares, and there was certainly no shortage of flirting going on. A brief glance around made Keri smile. A pair of girls, a red haired near human and a turquoise skinned reptile type, were crowding in on either side of a young guy on one of the spacious lounge chairs; a middle aged woman was leading a dark haired, bat winged juujin down one of the winding jungle trails; a trio of juujin were operating a makeshift massage service, all three straddling their customers as their fingers danced across backs, leaning over occasionally to whisper in ears.
It wasn’t even the obvious money rolling in that made Keri smile, or at least, not entirely. She was of course happy to see her business doing well, but mostly she was just glad to see so many people having a good time. Whatever arguments various groups of moral guardians might make to the supposed evil of running what amounted to a brothel just could not hold water with her. While she wasn’t blind to some of the negative consequences that did arise from being part of the skin trade, Keri kept pragmatic about it. If a guy was going to cheat on his wife, he was going to do so one way or another. It was hardly a difficult thing to find a juujin willing to put out. And contained within the hotel, the opportunity for abuse was greatly reduced. She even provided help and support for sex addicts who would otherwise screw themselves into poverty.
As for the juujin themselves, well they needed the sex after all. The Wildcat was certainly a safer option than bar trawling for those that didn’t have a regular tamer, and much more profitable for the juujin. Keri made it a point to speak to every working girl she employed, and let them know that they did not have to put up with any abuse or disrespect from their customers. Prostitution was hardly the most respectable profession in the world, but every one of the Wildcat’s working girls had it firmly pounded into her head that she was free to tell off and send off anybody who tried to treat her poorly because of her job.
With complete disregard for the mandatory warnings against doing so, Keri dove into the water, slipping under the surface with a fluid grace that caused barely a ripple. She glided several dozen feet, skimming the bottom until her momentum began to wan. She then gathered her legs under her and stood up, wiping water from her face as she surfaced. The drifting breeze felt wonderful across the soaked fur of her ears, a deliciously cool sensation that sent a prickling down her spine.
With an easy kick Keri set off around the pool at a fair clip. She was only a moderately good swimmer, but her strength to weight ratio let her manage the speed of a more professionally skilled individual, and she had the endurance to out last even a world class swimmer.
Keri climbed out of the pool just shy of an hour later feeling infinitely better. The swim had worked the tension out of her muscles and calmed her thoughts until she felt almost human again. She gave her hair a good squeeze to wring the majority of the water out, then crossed her arms tightly over her chest, and shook.
It had been a profoundly bizarre sensation the first time she’d gotten truly soaked after her transformation, and had shaken to rid her coat of the worst of the water without even considering what she was doing. It was only afterwards, when she had seen the mess she’d made of her bathroom, that Keri had even really realized she’d done it. It had freaked her out a bit at first, but she’d quickly learned to deal with it. Compared to half the other changes her life had undergone post threshold, shaking dry ended up pretty low on the worry list.
It was apparently not something a good number of the current pool goers had seen before though, as Keri noticed she attracted no small amount of attention from her impression of a sprinkler. She did her best to ignore the looks, and the irrational flare of self-consciousness that came with them. With deliberate intention she gathered and rebound the few strands of hair that had worked themselves loose, and reminded herself that at least she hadn’t busted her top with the maneuver, like she had that one time.
Strolling over to where Sara was lounging, Keri noted that she was still getting looks, more so than she considered normal. She was used to a certain amount of attention, it came with being a juujin. She could claim, without being vain or self absorbed, to be the kind of woman men, and some women, loved to stare at. She didn’t get quite as many lingering stares as some juujin due to the extent of her transformation, but she was still a head turner. The current amount and intensity of the stares she was getting seemed a bit much though, especially with so many other juujin about, most of them wearing far less than she was.
Sara glanced up from her netbook as Keri approached her, then did a double take before her eyes had managed to drop halfway back to the computer’s screen. Her gaze did a quite deliberate up and down before meeting Keri’s eye.
“My Keri, but it has been a while since I last saw quite that much of you,” she remarked with a dry smile.
Keri blinked at the blonde catgirl, then glanced down at herself. She felt her cheeks warm over and was thankful that her facial markings would keep her blush hidden, though there were probably at least some people present who would understand why her ears had just turned sideways and flattened out. Like Sara for example, whose smile widened by degrees.
The swimsuit Keri had picked out was made only partially of material that remained opaque when wet, and that partial amount no where near being the majority of the suit. A hand thick bar across the chest and another down between her legs was all of the fabric that had remained concealing. Everything else had turned translucent and rather clingy, and it didn’t help matters that her fur had turned a couple shades darker for being wet so that it showed through all the better.
The initial, highschool like desire to run shrieking in mortification until she was hidden from view passed as Keri took a deep breath and forced herself to get a hold of her emotions. She told herself that it was only revealing, not indecent, and that she had the body to pull the outfit off. She didn’t really have any issues with showing off her figure after all, it was far more being caught off guard by the situation than a matter of modesty.
Still, it was a hell of a lot of fur to be showing. She took a seat next to Sara and tried not to think about how much of her ass she had probably been flashing to anyone who wanted to look. Stretching out to let the sun have a go at drying the material, Keri made a mental note to burn the swimsuit later so the cursed thing wouldn’t surprise her again. She then made another note to go through all her swim wear and cut the number down to something more manageable.
“You know Keri,” Sara said, her smile honeying her words. “I think if you slipped on the red right now, you could make a few grand easy.”
“Oh shut up,” Keri muttered, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. “Like I’m not going to be hearing enough about this as it is. Some perv’s probably already uploading pictures onto the fan site.”
Sara blinked. “Fan site?”
Keri eyed the catgirl a moment. “You really don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“You have wireless on that thing?” Keri asked, nodding at the netbook.
“Of course.”
“Do a search, Wildcatfanclub.net”
Sara looked dubious, but went ahead and pulled up her browser and did as instructed. Her eye brows went up as she clicked on the first item on the search results, and continued to rise as she surveyed the home page that came up.
“The Wildcat hotel and casino,” she read from the screen. “A high class but mid range priced juujin owned and operated brothel located in Vegas, yada yada yada...oh wow, they have a whole section dedicated to you in here.”
“Yeah, I know,” Keri said flatly. “I suppose it should be flattering or something, but it’s a bit...obsessive for my comfort.”
“Obsessive is right, they have all kinds of info on you in here. Full name, age, powers, height, measurements...damn Keri, I knew you were stacked, but seeing the numbers for it...”
“Sara,” Keri growled, getting a smirk from the blonde catgirl.
“Here we go, pictures...wow, they do already have you in that suit on here.”
“Seriously? Give me that thing!” Keri demanded, grabbing the netbook. She glanced at the screen, and groaned. A new folder had been added to the picture section, boldly labeled ‘KERI NEARLY NUDE!!’, with a thumbnail image showing her climbing out of the pool. A footer on the file noted, ‘posted by MasterTamer69'.
With some reluctance she opened the folder, revealing a half dozen photos of marginal quality, but still quite clear enough to display every curve of her body the wretched swimsuit revealed. They looked likely to have been snapped from a cell camera. The pictures showed her climbing out of the pool, wringing out her hair, shaking dry, and some side and behind shots of her walking. She was indeed showing far more ass than she’d like, though even that wasn’t as bad as the shaking image. It had been snapped just as she’d crossed her arms over her chest, which had shoved her breasts up to form cleavage even she found impressive.
There was also already a growing list of comments.
PGLover: Dude MT69, that is hawt! U rock!
JJnip388: Thank u MT! Awesome pics Keri is so beautiful.
BiggusDickus: I wanna make kittens wth her, dont care if jj dont have babys, i would fuck her so hard she’d get preg neway.
“Fandom at it’s best I see,” Sara commented, reading over Keri’s shoulder.
“Eh, this isn’t as bad as some of it,” Keri said, her eyes scanning the pool side area. “Where are you, you little...”
“What are you looking for?”
“Our ‘Master Tamer’,” Keri replied. “This was posted way too fast, it had to have been done from a mobile. I’m willing to bet MT69 is still around here somewhere.”
“Well you only have about five dozen possible candidates.”
“I guess I’ll just have to flush him out then,” Keri said with a sudden, predatory grin that only technically resembled a smile. She clicked on the log in link.
“You have an account on this site?” Sara asked, slightly incredulous.
“Got to keep an eye on the wackos,” Keri answered. “I want to know if someone manages to sneak in somewhere they shouldn’t be. I’ve actually caught a few employees cheating the hotel using gossip from this site as a starting point.”
Once signed in, she scrolled down to the comment box.
Wyldkat: Yo MT69, is she still pool side?
“I take it no one knows that you?” Sara asked.
“Yup,” Keri answered distractedly as she tried to survey the area without looking like she was. “Hello there...”
“You see him?”
“Think so, the blonde in the blue trunks at 2 o’clock, with the black mobile in his hands.”
“I see him. What’s the plan?”
“Got to make sure of it first,” Keri said, eyes going back to the computer. “Could just be some guy texting his buddies.”
MasterTamer69: Yup, she’s hanging with Sara poolside. If ur at the hotel, better hurry if you wanna see those tits live.
“Whoa, how does he know who I am?” Sara asked.
“Are you kidding? They have a complete listing of all my employees. You and your sisters have a page dedicated just to you three.”
“That’s...creepy.”
“ ;Welcome to my world.”
Wyldkat: U should totally make a move on that, she’s gotta be asking for it
“What are you up to?” Sara inquired.
“Wait for it,” Keri told her.
BiggusDickus: He aint got a chanse, Keri dont fuck customers unfortunately :(
MasterTamer69: Yeah right Wyld, she probably break me in half
MasterTamer69: :( indeed big d
Wyldkat: Wat r u, gay? Totally worth the risk.
BiggusDickus: STFU wyld, you dont know wat ur talking about
MasterTamer69: If you think its worth it, lets see you do it
MasterTamer69: Shes still hear, if your at the hotel get your ass off your computer and come make a move
BiggusDickus: Yeah plez, I wanna laugh when she rips his balls off.
Wyldkat: I dunno, be kind of weird to make a move on myself
BiggusDickus: WTF? Dude, what r you on?
MasterTamer69: Wait wat? You saying your Keri?
Keri looked up from the screen, and glanced across the pool, right into the eyes of the young man now clutching his mobile in both hands firmly.
BiggusDickus: Wyld stop being a prick. No one gunna believe that shit.
Wlydkat: What do you think MT, am I? Blue trunks.
Looking up again, Keri smiled as she saw the guy’s eyes widen, and his jaw drop open. He glanced up at her, and his face went red. He dropped his eyes quickly.
MasterTamer69:...oh shit.
BiggusDickus: Oh shit? Dude, is Wyld being serious?
BiggusDickus: MT! WTF man, say something!
Wyldkat: I think MT is having a moment right now. Too bad, he’s kind of cute, if he’d made a move, who knows what might have happened.
Sara snorted in laughter. “Aw Keri, that’s just mean.”
BiggusDickus: !?
MasterTamer69: Wait seriously?
Wyldkat: Could have been. Should have put down the cell and come talk to me.
“Oh my god, he looks like a kid who was just told Christmas was canceled,” Sara said through a giggle.
BiggusDickus: Dude, did you seriously just blow it with fucking Keri!
MasterTamer69: Hold on, could we at least talk about this?
Wyldkat: You still haven’t gotten it into your head kid. Let me give you some advice, ladies like confidence.
Wyldkat: Right now, your showing me none. Your sitting over there staring at you cell, you haven’t looked up at me since you realized it really was me. Sorry kid, but I’m really not impressed.
Snapping the netbook closed Keri stood up, offering it back to Sara. She pointedly did not look in MasterTamer69's direction. “Come on Sara.”
“Where we going?” the blonde catgirl asked, accepting her computer and slipping it into her bag.
“Doesn’t matter where we go, it only matters why.”
“And that why would be?”
“A proper dramatic exit of course,” Keri answered. “Don’t look at him, you’ll ruin the effect.”
“You can be a real bitch Keri,” Sara told her with a grin as she fell into step beside the bigger juujin.
“He had it coming. I can appreciate the website, it’s flattering in its own way, even if I think too many of the members are way too obsessive about it. I don’t even really care about how much of the site is about me personally. Again I think it’s a bit obsessive, but largely harmless.”
“Part of being a local celebrity?” Sara supplied.
“Yeah, something like that like,” Keri agreed. “The pictures though, especially like that. It...it just makes me feel violated or something. It’s creepy and I hate feeling like I need to keep my guard up all the time or my image will be plastered online to be used as wank fuel. I should not have to worry about being stalked in my own hotel by some mouth breather and his camera.”
Sara nodded and gave a thoughtful ‘Hmmm’. They took the rest of the trip out of the atrium in silence, and managed to snag an elevator car for themselves. Keri blew out a breath as the door closed and leaned her head back against the wall.
“So much for a nice relaxing time at the pool. I think all the tension I lost just found me again.”
Sara considered Keri thoughtfully, chewing on her bottom lip as she did. The spot coated catgirl looked to her to be ready to either kick someone’s ass or to burst into tears. The stress and unease was plainly obvious in Keri’s face, and made Sara want to comfort her. Keri was her boss, but she was also a friend, and she had always been good to Sara both professionally and personally.
The elevator doors opened to her floor, but Sara ignored them. Keri didn’t even seem to notice she hadn’t gotten off until the car stopped at the next level up. Keri then blinked in surprise as Sara took her by the hand and lead her out.
“Uh, Sara?” Keri inquired, but the smaller catgirl just shushed her and Keri shut her mouth as much from shock as anything else. In silence she let Sara pull her along, through the library, down the hall and through the multipurpose space, and across the bedroom. Slipping her blue bag off her shoulder to the floor, Sara put a hand on the small of Keri’s back and guided her until she was sitting on the edge of her bed. The blonde catgirl then proceeded to climb into Keri’s lap, and kiss her softly but firmly on the mouth.
When Keri finally got her tongue back several minutes later she felt oddly flustered, and her breathing was heavy for as little physical activity as she was doing.
“Sara, I...” she began, but the catgirl shushed her again, and started to trail a chain of soft kisses and bites down her neck. Keri shivered from the sensation, and her head rolled to the side almost instinctually. Sara slipped the straps of Keri’s swimsuit down over her shoulders, and Keri let out a low whine as the catgirl’s lips brushed against one breast, a rough but wet slicked tongue rolling across the stiff nipple.
The next thing Keri knew she was flat on her back, her body happily letting Sara push her down without checking in for permission from her brain. The blonde catgirl was stretched out on top of her, Sara’s weight a pleasant pressure pressing down into her. She took hold of Keri’s breasts in both hands, squeezing and rolling the soft mounds of flesh as her warm mouth alternated lavishing attention on each perky tip.
Sara’s leg wormed in between Keri’s, the smooth skin of her thigh pressing firmly against the thin fabric of Keri’s swimsuit, rubbing slowly up and down. Keri bit her lip as a soft moan of pleasure seemed to roll its way up her throat. Her body was alight with a tingling enjoyment that was slowly turning her muscles to jelly, making her feel like she was sinking down into the bedding.
Keri’s eyes drifted shut as she basked in the wonderfully pleasant attention Sara was giving her. She ran a hand through the woman’s golden hair, savoring the silken texture, and brushed her fingers lightly against Sara’s ears. A shiver ran through the little catgirl, a sensation Keri felt against her stomach as Sara rolled her hips against the fur coated catgirl. Keri smiled and her other hand joined the first in teasing Sara’s ears.
Uncounted minutes passed in that fashion, each juujin playing the other’s body in an unthinking haze of shared pleasure. It was both relaxing and delectable, and there was a sense of easy enjoyment, of unhurried indulgement. There was no need to rush forward to the climax, and the simple sharing of pleasure was its own enjoyment.
Keri was almost disappointed when Sara’s ears slipped out of her fingers as the blonde slid down her body. The feeling lasted only as long as it took Sara’s tongue to press between her legs, and then disappointment was the furthest possible thing from her mind. The long, slow foreplay had wound Keri’s body up until even amateur attention would have been able to set her off.
Sara was no amateur though, and the firm, exact tongue strokes she applied to Keri’s already soaked sex were a delight so complete as to be numbing in intensity. The sensation was a wildfire blaze of pleasure that swept over Keri in a sudden wave that left her shaking and gasping.
Sara just adjusted her position calmly as Keri squirmed under her, remaining easily focused on her work. She used her thumbs to spread Keri open, her mouth pressing flush against the sensitive opening as she slipped her tongue in as deep as it would reach. She didn’t even try to hold Keri’s hips down, but smoothly rode the sudden bucking motion as she orally impaled her boss and friend.
Keri shook from the sensation as she gasped and moaned her enjoyment. There was the sound of tearing fabric as her fingers ripped into the bed covers, wadding the material up in twin fist fulls as she writhed. Her frantic squirming soon reduced the bed to a wreck, pulling the covers and sheets free and shoving the pillows to the floor.
And it just kept going, one orgasmic wave of pleasure after another as Sara worked her over. The blonde catgirl’s tongue slipped free and her lips sealed about Keri’s most sensitive flesh with soft, lewd slurping sounds. Twin rivulets of fluid dripped down either side of Sara’s chin as she alternately sucked and nibbled between Keri’s legs until the sheets below were soaked through.
It took Keri a moment to realize it when Sara finally pulled her mouth away, her body was buzzing so hard from the sensations running through it. Even when she did notice the lack, her mind was too addled to make anything of it. All she could do was lay sprawled out, her lungs burning, and wait for the still delightful residual sensations to finish running along her nerves.
Keri felt a firm pressure on one arm, and was just able to turn her head enough to see that Sara had taken hold of the limb and was gently dragging her fully onto the bed, pulling her legs up so they no longer hung over the edge. She tried to assist Sara, but her body didn’t seem able to coherently obey the commands her brain was sending out, and she ended up merely flopping weakly about in a disjointed manner.
Sara didn’t seem to mind, and with casual patience maneuvered Keri’s limp form to the middle of the mattress. Once done with that she hopped back off the bed and vanished as she ducked down under the edge. She reappeared a second later with a hard sided carrying case, which she set on the bed to open.
“Hey,” Keri gasped weakly, her voice rough as the words fought up through her dried throat. “How...did you...know...about that?”
“How do you think Keri?” Sara answered with a wicked smile, and Keri rolled her eyes at herself.
“Oh...right...duh,” she panted as she tried to prod her brain back into working order. While she and Sissy were each others’ primary sexual partner, they were hardly exclusive to the other. Of course the woman would have enjoyed Sara’s company by now, probably several times, and she had doubtlessly broken out the toys in doing so.
Sara shifted through the case a moment before pulling out a slender object a bit over a foot in length that was bright green, equal parts flexible and stiff, and covered in ridges that ringed around all but a hand’s width in the center. The toy landed on the bed, and the case was snapped shut and dropped back to the floor.
Keri managed to prop herself up on her elbows as Sara climbed back on the bed, though that was as far as her sex shocked body could be pushed at the moment. So she watched and waited as the blonde catgirl crawled over beside her, and deftly pulled her sundress off over her head. The smaller woman’s body belonged in an advertizement for a tanning salon. Flawless bronzed skin that gleamed in the sunlight from the wall to wall window molded perfectly to a sleek and supplely muscled form. Her body was all firm curves with just a bit of softness to smooth her out, and she moved with a liquid grace and predatory confidence.
Placing a hand on either of Keri’s shoulders, Sara kissed the larger catgirl on the forehead. It was a gentle, reassuring kiss, and she applied soft pressure through her hands until Keri was once again laid flat on her back. Only then did Sara pull back from the kiss, and she smiled down at Keri with hungry eyes.
Taking up the neon colored toy, Sara rubbed one end playfully against her own face, smearing it with the residue of Keri’s essence about her lips. Once throughly coated, Sara smirked at her captive audience, and slipped the now flavored toy into her mouth. She rolled her tongue playfully around the slender form, the bright pink tip slipping passed her lips in brief flashes. Slowly the toy sank deeper into the catgirl’s mouth, whose moans of pleasure rumbled with playful purrs.
Taking a deep, lung filling breath that momentarily diverted Keri’s eyes downward, Sara grasped the toy in both hands and drove it as far down her throat as she could manage. Her lips sealed about the slender length of rubberize material, and with deliberate slowness she pulled it back out, inch by soaked inch.
Keri let out a low, whimpering gasp as Sara took the prepared end of the toy and pressed it into her. The blonde catgirl did it slowly, letting Keri feel each and every ridge as they rubbed across her opening and along her insides. The slender length of it slid deeper and deeper into her body until she felt the tip of it press into her at the very end. For a human woman it might have been painful, or at least unpleasant, but even the average juujin would have merely noted the physical contact. Sara could have rammed the toy home at full strength without it hurting Keri.
Leaning over Sara took the free end of the toy and bent it up, eliciting a soft moan from Keri as it shifted inside her. The blonde catgirl placed the tip of the slender rubber between her lips and began to rock her head back and forth. The toy slipped and slid inside Keri with the motion, and she bit her lip as fresh waves of pleasure started to radiate through her. She watched as Sara sucked on the toy and stroked it’s length with her fingers, the show as much of the experience of the proxy blow job as the sensations.
Everything Sara did was exaggerated so that what Keri saw matched what she felt. She gripped the toy lightly with her teeth on every head bob, pulling it back and forth within the larger catgirl. Her hand gripped the base of the toy and twisted it as she stroked it’s length. When she pulled the length from her mouth and rested it against her lips to let her tongue play lightly across the tip she slipped a finger down to gently rub against the extra sensitive nub of flesh just inside Keri, finger and tongue moving in synchronous motion.
When Sara eventually sat back up the end of the toy shimmered under a coat of saliva that was slowly dripping down the neon green length. Keri had been rendered largely incoherent, her body giving in to the pleasure halfway through, her eyes rolled back in her head and little, whimpering mewing sounds coming from her open mouth. Sara smiled down at the fur coated juujin in amusement and satisfaction. There wasn’t a trace of tension or irritation left on Keri’s features.
Her own body however was screaming at Sara about it’s needs. She ached with the intensity of the desire to be touched. The acts she had preformed, the taste and the smell of Keri’s arousal, the sight of the delectable form of the spotted catgirl still writhing and twitching from the attention that had been lavished on her, all of it was an assault upon Sara’s libido that she had been holding back by mere willpower. Now though, it was her turn.
Straddling Keri’s limp form Sara took the free end of the toy, slippery from her efforts, and impaled herself upon it. She crooned in blissful delight as the ridged length of it rippled into her, the smile on her face spreading. She lowered her hips, taking every inch of the slender rubber she could handle, and then she pressed down even more. The toy flexed as Sara lowered herself until her hips pressed to Keri’s, and the tension of the bent rubber was a pressure pushing along her inner walls.
Keri’s eyes snapped open from the new sensation, and her breathing upped slightly just seeing Sara straddling her, the blonde catgirl’s hands resting lightly upon her stomach. Sara’s arms pressed against either side of her own breasts, pushing them together and out in a manner that caught Keri’s attention. White teeth shone as Sara’s lips parted in a delighted grin, and she gave her hips a slow, heavy roll.
“Oh my god!” Keri squealed, and her hands grabbed Sara’s hips as if to hold her still. The blonde catgirl smirked and slid her hands up Keri’s stomach to the generous expanse of her chest, and the spotted juujin gave a startled gasp and grabbed at Sara’s hands. Which left her hips free to raise up and slam back home in a sudden motion that stole all the strength from Keri’s arms.
The larger catgirl was gone within the first few moments as Sara rode her. Keri was barely aware enough of anything other than her own pleasure to even give more than a simple squeeze when Sara pressed one white furred hand to her own chest. The bronze skinned juujin didn’t really mind though, given why Keri was dazed out of her mind. Instead Sara just hugged the hand against her breasts as she bounced, enjoying the smooth feel of Keri’s coat against her skin.
The blonde catgirl’s smile slowly leeched from her face as the pleasurable sensations building within her body began to reach a breaking point. Her muscles started to tighten from the rising need for release and she let Keri’s hand fall away to put her own hands upon either side of the spotted catgirl. Sara dug her fingers into the shredded bedding as she forced her legs to maintain the rhythm against the overwhelming physical sensations.
The orgasm was a spike of bliss that rammed up through the very core of Sara’s body, locking her limbs ridged regardless of any effort on her part to keep moving. She shook, practically vibrated, as every muscle in her body strained. Her mouth fell open in a quavering shriek until her burning lungs ran empty, and she barely caught herself from falling down on top of Keri.
It took a moment or two for Sara to catch her breath and to summon the effort to push her body back upright. The toy rubbed delightfully against her, and she was half tempted to have another go. As wonderfully delectable as the orgasm had been, it hadn’t come close to sating her desires entirely. Keri however looked pretty well spent, and Sara decided to have mercy on the woman.
Both juujin moaned as the toy was pulled free, Sara with pleasure and Keri with relief. The blonde catgirl slipped off the bed and crossed over to the bathroom, where she gave the length of rubber a quick wash off and left it in the sink to dry. When she came back to the bedroom Keri had curled up on her side and was breathing in the steady rhythms of sleep.
Smiling to herself, Sara gathered up her dress and bag. She paused before leaving though, and set both items down on the edge of the bed. She then climbed across the expansive mattress, and placed a warm kiss on Keri’s cheek. The unconscious woman’s lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners, and Sara beamed at her. She then climbed back off the bed, gathered her belongings, and left, feeling newly inspired to finish up the sex scene she’d been struggling with for her book.
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Omake 1
“Yup,” Keri answered distractedly as she tried to survey the area without looking like she was. “Hello there...”
“You see him?”
“Think so, the blonde in the blue trunks at 2 o’clock, with the black mobile in his hands.”
“I see him. What’s the plan?”
“I’m going to go say hi,” Keri told her, setting the computer aside and getting up. With a predatory smile on her face, she sauntered over towards the guy. He was so engrossed with his cell that he didn’t notice Keri coming until she was nearly upon him. At which point he gave a startled yelp and jumped up from his chair as if planning to run, but then hesitated with clear uncertainty.
It was all Keri needed to reach him, her smile turning to something truly wicked. She looked down at the young man with fire in her eyes, and her voice was a smoky purr when she spoke.
“Hey there.”
“Uh,” the guy blurted as he looked up at the juujin looming over him. He swallowed. “Hi Ke-ma’am,” he said in reply, his word choice clearly changing mid-sentence.
“Why so nervous stud?” Keri crooned at him, leaning over to bring herself to eye level with him. Her teeth shone.
“Nervous?” the guy forced a bravo laugh. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You look tense, and you’re breaking out in a sweat,” Keri pointed out. “Perhaps I can help?”
“Uh...” the guy sputtered, but before he could think of anything else to say, Keri struck. Faster than he could blink she seized him by both shoulders in an iron grip, and mashed her lips to his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth.
“Cut!” Phil’s voice boomed across the pool. “Keri what the hell are you doing?”
“Improvising,” Keri called back once she finally let the guy go.
“Dammit Keri!” Phil shouted. “Stick to the damn script! You’re suppose to chuck his ass into the pool, not french him!”
“But I might hurt him,” Keri protested, and the look of incredulity on Phil’s face was plain to see even at a distance.
“Hurt him? Hurt him!” Phil sputtered. “When the fuck has that ever bothered you! You slaughtered half our extras on the very first shoot!”
“Yeah well, they weren’t nearly as cute as this guy,” Keri almost giggled, pulling the young man against her with one arm about his neck until his cheek was mooshed against the side of her breast.
“Oh for fuck’s sake...” Phil growled, pressing a hand hard against his temple as if to squash the headache that was forming. “Keri, he is a professional stunt man, he does this kind of thing for a living. He has years of experience and is in good physical shape...”
“Yes he is,” Keri purred appreciatively.
“Focus Keri!” Phil shrieked. “Now get back into position, and this time throw him!”
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Omake 2
“Nervous?” the guy forced a bravo laugh. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You look tense, and you’re breaking out in a sweat,” Keri pointed out. “Perhaps I can help?”
“Uh...” the guy sputtered, but before he could think of anything else to say, Keri struck. He barely had time to give a wordless cry before she had hauled him from his feet, and crushed him to her chest in a hug.
“He’s so cute I wanna die!” she shrieked delightedly.
“Fuck!” Phil bellowed to the heavens.
“Cut sir?” someone suggested to the raving director.
“That too!”
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Omake 3
“Nervous?” the guy forced a bravo laugh. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You look tense, and you’re breaking out in a sweat,” Keri pointed out. “Perhaps I can help?”
“Uh...” the guy sputtered, but before he could think of anything else to say, Keri struck. She seized him by the back of his trunks and hauled him from his feet, her arm cocking back in a pitcher’s throw. She paused in mid-motion though, with the young man sitting on her palm. He gave an indignant yelp as her fingers squeezed.
“Damn, you have a tight ass,” she told him.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” echoed across the pool. “That’s it! We’re taking a full hour for lunch today! Keri, just go fuck the guy already!”
“Yay!” Keri whooped, and slung the guy over her shoulder as she headed for the exit.
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Omake 4
“Nervous?” the guy forced a bravo laugh. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You look tense, and you’re breaking out in a sweat,” Keri pointed out. “Perhaps I can help?”
“Uh...” the guy sputtered, but before he could think of anything else to say, Keri spoke.
“God I’m still thinking about that thing you did when you stuck your tongue up my...”
“Cut! Fuck it! We’re rewriting the scene!”
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Characters< br>
Tobias
Not in this chapter.
Sara
Lion based catgirl
Age 24
5'8"
Last of the triplets
Keri
Brains fucked out.
MasterTamer69
Word’s can’t describe his shame
BiggusDickus
Will never let MT69 live this down
Avian based juujin out for her daily flight
Has eagle eyes and saw everything through Keri’s window. Currently heading home to sexual assault her boyfriend.
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Notes: This is the most girl on girl action I’ve ever written before. It was oddly difficult to get it just the way I wanted it compared to writing straight sex.
Special thanks as usual go to bsmart, for the usual reasons.
Home of the juujin : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Juujin/
Email me, I crave feedback! : wffan1@aol.com
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Chapter 4
The elevator doors slid open silently, the barest whisper of the wheels in their well oiled tracks the only sound. The normal alert chime had been disabled for the very top floor. Keri stepped out of the elevator into the circular room beyond, and then leaned back against the cool metal doors once they had slid shut again. She took in a deep, expansive breath, and screamed.
The noise reverberated around the tiny elevator kiosk, deafening in the confined space. It rattled the paneling that covered the walls, tilting several of the generic, water colored paintings of flowers or trees that hung about the room. The sound carried on for a good second or two after Keri had emptied her lungs, and her ears rung from the force of it for several minutes more.
She didn’t really feel any better afterwards, but the desire to break things into little tiny pieces wasn’t quite as insistent. She still didn’t think the next thing to annoy her would continue to exist for very long after the fact though. The last few days had not been good for her over all stress levels, and having to deal with one of her most troublesome big spending clients at the end of it had taken all her frustrations and nerves and wound them up into a tight little ball. She could feel it, a throbbing pulse of emotion right at the base of her skull, like a powder keg just awaiting a spark.
Sucking down a breath to refill her lungs, Keri stalked around the bend of the room, taking the eastern door to her personal library. The room was the type of place better suited to being the study of some stereotypical scholarly individual rather than that of a hotel and casino owner. The walls were not merely lined from floor to ceiling with bookshelves, the bookshelves were built right into the walls themselves. The wooden shelves had been sanded, stained, and polished to a mirror sheen, a marked contrast to many of the items they held. Magazines and comic books sat side by side with leather bound encyclopedias. Paperback novels with creased and splitting spines were stacked next to pristine hardcover collector’s sets. Bookends of black leather wearing dominatrixes sat above gold embossed miniatures of classic sculpture.
The floor was covered with a thick, warm, rich carpeting that was so soft it could nearly double as bedding. Several overstuffed leather chairs were spread about the room, clustered around lamp bearing end tables. The room had an atmosphere of peace and comfort, the heavy carpet and book lined walls damping sound while the lighting was just bright enough to read by but dim enough to imply a sense of coziness. It was a place Keri often came to when she needed to relax and unwind.
Now however she stormed on through the room without pause, and nearly tore the door to her bedroom off it’s hinges in opening it. The master bedroom was itself the size of a decent apartment, and subdivided into several rooms. The door from the library opened into a short hall, a closet to the right, the left leading to a half enclosed space filled with all manner of electronics, old and ultra-modern alike. A massive wrap around couch took up two walls of the space and various display screens, musical players, and gaming systems were stacked upon shelves that lined the other two. The nearest wall from the hall was merely waist high so as to give an unobstructed view from the television/gaming/lounging space out onto what Keri thought of as her multipurpose area.
The area was a good twenty five by twenty five feet, and floored in light stained hardwood. The polish had long since been worn off most of the floor, and much of it was well scuffed and scratched from use. Keri tended to use the space for whatever her interest of the month happened to be, anything from yoga to tai chi to various styles of dance. It had often been employed when she needed to work off some pressure.
As with the library though, Keri barely even considered the room except for it’s place in the route she was taking. Across the open floor was the doorway to the actual bed chamber of the bedroom, and Keri crossed the distance in a few long, swift strides.
She opened the door and gave the room a quick scan, and was disappointed to find it empty. Keri hadn’t even been thinking about it before reaching this point, but some part of her had been rather hoping to find Sissy at home waiting for her. Her human lover had always been very good for Keri’s peace of mind, and not just by being her tamer. Sissy had a gift for talking through a problem until it seemed silly to worry about it, and could make Keri laugh at herself for getting so worked up.
With the hope that perhaps Sissy was lurking about somewhere on the floor, Keri turned to the intercom set into the wall by the door, the speaker giving a tiny static click as she depressed the call button.
“Sissy?” she spoke into the system, hearing her own voice as the speakers spread through out the floor came to life. “Sissy, are you here?” Keri waited a handful of seconds, then forced herself to wait some more. After a slow minute crawled on by she sighed and turned away, not sure if she was too worn down to be disappointed or too disappointed to feel worn down.
The bed chamber was a display of unused space. There was but a single piece of furniture in the whole room, and although the four post bed was nearly the size of an aircraft carrier, even its position in the middle of the room only reduced the area from excessive to needlessly large. The bed was a custom built item, half again as large as a king size plus, and more sturdy than many building supports. The frame was made of reenforced steel, though covered and painted to look like maple, and virtually indestructible. It needed to be to ensure its owner didn’t accidently snap it in half if she got a bit wild during certain recreational, horizontal activities.
As much of the room as was unused, it was however hardly empty. Pictures covered the walls almost as completely as the paint job, a wide and varied collection of all types of art. Photographs and oil paintings, charcoal sketches and calligraphy, metal etchings and needle work, it was hard to find a style that was not represented. The only thing more impressive than the number and variety was knowing it had all been done by one person, and despite having watched most of them being created, even been the model for some, Keri could hardly believe Sissy’s versatility.
The one wall that did not display the artistic efforts of Keri’s tamer was the one opposite the door, and what it did show was impressive in its own right. The entire wall was a single piece of curved glass, and it gave a breath taking view of the surrounding city scape. Standing right in front of the massive window gave the viewer a panoramic vantage of Vegas, an especially remarkable scene to witness at night, though even in the day time it was a sight.
Keri was half of a mind to just collapse into the bed and see how long it’d be until Sissy returned. She was tired and worn out from the last few days, and she was very much looking forward to sleeping in her own bed. There just wasn’t anything as comfortable and restful as one’s own mattress. Keri had to beat down the urge though; if she passed out now she’d be up all night and her sleep schedule would be completely wrecked for days. Also, even as inviting as the bed looked, the tension in her muscles, in the base of her neck, was something she knew she needed to work out if she wanted to be properly rid of it.
She forced herself to strip out of her suit and skirt, tossing both upon the bed. Her undershirt soon followed, and finally her bra and panties. Her heels flew across the room with a pair of light flicks of her feet, smacking into the wall with solid thumps. Thus disrobed of the trappings of her professional life, she stalked on over to her closet.
The space behind the sliding screen door was big enough that a queen sized bed, complete with night stands, could have been placed inside with a comfortable amount of room left over. The majority of the space wasn’t even in current use, and even then almost half of the clothing still possessed their tags, stickers, or plastic wrapping.
Pulling out a drawer, Keri dug through a pile of swim wear that included samples of more colors, fabrics, and designs than any average person could put names to. The neatly stacked and organized drawer was left in a jumbled heap after Keri went through it, and the floor around it was not spared of the overflow of the sudden mess.
The selected swimsuit was a snow white one piece, simple and unadorned. It did not cling particularly tightly, nor did it display more than a hint of cleavage, and the back came up over Keri’s shoulder blades. The straps were wide and sturdy, both over the shoulders and around under the arms to provide support.
Snagging a hairband on her way out, Keri pulled the long, purple strands of her hair back into a tight ponytail as she padded back through the library. She half paused, considering grabbing a book, but dismissed the idea. While some pool side reading was usually a nice way to relax, she didn’t feel it was what she needed right now. She was after physical release and didn’t want to risk ruining a book carrying it back after swimming. While for the most part she had made peace with having a full coat of fur, the ability of the stuff to hold onto water was a source of annoyance.
Returning to the elevator, Keri pressed the button for the ground floor, and considered her reflection in the mirrored walls. Tying her hair back made her look younger, not that she had really looked her age since her early twenties. The last decade might as well have not passed as far as her looks were concerned, and she wondered just how big the gap between her actual age and her appearance would get. The fur would probably help a lot with that; it’d hide any fine lines or wrinkles, if juujin ever did start looking elderly. Keri had never seen a juujin showing signs of age, though the oldest of them only had a handful of years on her.
The car only dropped a single floor before stopping, and the doors opened to admit a young woman of average height, generous build, and beach going coloration. Her tanned skin complimented the sun bleached shade of her blonde hair, the golden strands left in an untamed mane that managed to pull off the stylishly unkempt look. Intelligent green eyes peered out from under her bangs, the emerald orbs gleaming with lightly restrained joy.
She wore a sundress with a flowery motif, the colors subtle and cool. It clung just tight enough to suggest the curves of her figure without being blatant about it. It was also likely the only thing she had on, if past experiences were anything to go by. She padded into the elevator on bare feet, and flashed Keri a warm, soft smile, the golden tinged points of her feline ears twitching and her tail swaying with the roll of her hips on every step. She carried a sky blue bag slung over one shoulder.
“Sara,” Keri greeted the catgirl with a smile that wasn’t entirely forced. The happy radiance of the woman’s smile washed over her, prying a bit at the stranglehold Keri’s tension had on her.
“Hello Keri,” Sara returned the greeting in her smooth, gentle voice. “How was the trip?”
Keri blew out a short breath. “Unpleasant, but bearable,” she answered as the elevator resumed its decent. “You know how I feel about flying.”
Sara nodded empathetically. “Can’t really blame them, though it’s still unfair.” She paused a moment to consider Keri before asking, “So, is he what you expected?”
“I’m still not sure what I should have expected, if anything,” Keri replied with an uncertain shrug. “He seems nice, polite, respectful...”
“Nervous and possibly terrified?” Sara suggested, and Keri sighed.
“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know, I don’t have much experience with kids.”
“I thought he was sixteen? That’s hardly a kid Keri. A bit younger than most guys you deal with, but mentality wise I doubt there’s much of a difference.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Keri said sarcastically, and Sara laughed softly.
“Oh? Has a certain someone already laid claim on him?” When Keri pointedly didn’t look at her, Sara nodded. “I thought so. Why ever did you bring her along?”
“It was her work shift.”
“And? Do you really think me or Raas would have turned you down under the circumstances?” Keri eyed her, and Sara amended. “Do you think I would have?”
“No,” Keri admitted. “But I didn’t expect her to move that fast, or for him to just jump right in with her.”
“He’s a teenager Keri, wave a pair of tits at one of those and you can get them to do just about anything.”
Keri snorted. “How’s the book coming?”
“Well enough,” Sara answered, accepting the change of subject without resistance. “My editor thinks it could use some more intimacy though.”
“I thought intimacy was all those trashy romance novels were,” Keri said with a smirk.
“Erotic fiction,” Sara corrected, calmly deflect the barb. “And I prefer not to sacrifice the story for the sake of squeezing in one more sex scene or two.”
“Uh huh, and what is the story of this one?”
“It is a tale of two would be lovers, only they don’t realize how they feel about each other because they grew up as friends. It takes the intervention of their juujin to make them realize and express their feelings for each other.”
“And then everyone has lots of sex, right?”
“Well, it would hardly be erotic fiction otherwise,” Sara answered with a straight face, and Keri couldn’t help but laugh.
The doors opened, and the two catgirls fell into step with each other.
“Atrium?” Sara questioned, and Keri nodded.
“You too?”
“Yes, the atmosphere helps me find the right mood for writing,” she answered, giving her bag a pat, which doubtlessly carried her netbook.
“I’m sure it does,” Keri replied. “Nothing like an atmosphere of barely restrained sexual tension, with couples making out or more in half secluded corners, to get the creative juices flowing.”
“Well considering my subject matter...” Sara said shamelessly.
The atrium was slightly larger than a football field, and took up the entirety of the central area of the Wildcat, with the great clear dome above bathing the area in natural lighting. The space within felt even bigger than it was because of the decor, a miniature rain forest growing so thick that it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction. The stone tiled trails wound and twisted their way through the brush, adding more to the illusion of space. It was also sunk down two full stories into the earth, allowing a clear view across the well trimmed tree tops from the ground floor walkway that encircled the plot.
A pool occupied the central floor space of the atrium, a pure blue lagoon within the hidden depths of the tiny jungle. The pool itself was overshadowed by the bigger than life tree that stood in the middle of the irregularly shaped body of water, stretching upward to dwarf the actual living plant life. The structure was balanced upon a tangled mass of roots that formed a series of passageways through the center of the lagoon, and a bridgeway that stretched over the atrium to grant quick access between the front and rear of the Wildcat ran right through a tunnel hollowed into the trunk
Keri and Sara descended the curving stone stairway that seemed carved from the massive rock formations that ringed the atrium and strode together into the jungle. Signposts of rugged, aged wood offered directions, though neither of them needed the guidance. Bird song and other animal cries echoed softly around them as they walked easily along the rolling, curving pathway, until the closed in forest suddenly opened wide as they reached the central pool.
“Get you as drink?” Sara offered, but Keri shook her head.
“No thanks, I’m just here for the water.”
“Right, well have fun then,” Sara said by way of goodbye, waving with one hand as she turned towards the grounded pirate ship that was the pool side bar. Keri waved back, and made her way across the sun warmed stones to the lagoon.
It was a perfect day inside the atrium, which was the purpose of the space. With the sun pouring in above it was warm but not hot, and bright without being blinding. The water looked perfectly cool and inviting, and the normal chlorine scent of a public pool was mostly masked by the salty sea tang that was sprayed into the air. A slight breeze danced around the clearing, just enough to keep the air from feeling stagnant.
The pool was busy as usual for midday, but the size and layout of the area kept it from feeling crowded. The clientele were predominately young men, though there was a noticeable number of older gents and some women. They were nicely balanced by as many if not more juujin, the majority of which were employed at the hotel. They were readily marked out as such by the hotel’s logo embossed upon their outfit, though for some of the girls it had been a stretch to find material enough for it.
A dozen or so juujin were dressed in the tribal wear that was the theme of the week. Feathers and bead work adorned their hair, with sticks or bones holding various styles in place. Fur and leather was the primary material of the outfits, most of which were minimal enough that a single rabbit could have provided for the entire getup. The only other thing covering the juujins’ bodies were bright streaks of body paint, sharp lines and strips and swirling patterns.
The tribal girls were the drink runners, keeping the guests well hydrated and pleasantly buzzed. The rest of them wore modern swim wear, which was often as not as minimal as the runners, and also the red arm bands of the working girls. Pool side was a prime location for the girls to parade their wares, and there was certainly no shortage of flirting going on. A brief glance around made Keri smile. A pair of girls, a red haired near human and a turquoise skinned reptile type, were crowding in on either side of a young guy on one of the spacious lounge chairs; a middle aged woman was leading a dark haired, bat winged juujin down one of the winding jungle trails; a trio of juujin were operating a makeshift massage service, all three straddling their customers as their fingers danced across backs, leaning over occasionally to whisper in ears.
It wasn’t even the obvious money rolling in that made Keri smile, or at least, not entirely. She was of course happy to see her business doing well, but mostly she was just glad to see so many people having a good time. Whatever arguments various groups of moral guardians might make to the supposed evil of running what amounted to a brothel just could not hold water with her. While she wasn’t blind to some of the negative consequences that did arise from being part of the skin trade, Keri kept pragmatic about it. If a guy was going to cheat on his wife, he was going to do so one way or another. It was hardly a difficult thing to find a juujin willing to put out. And contained within the hotel, the opportunity for abuse was greatly reduced. She even provided help and support for sex addicts who would otherwise screw themselves into poverty.
As for the juujin themselves, well they needed the sex after all. The Wildcat was certainly a safer option than bar trawling for those that didn’t have a regular tamer, and much more profitable for the juujin. Keri made it a point to speak to every working girl she employed, and let them know that they did not have to put up with any abuse or disrespect from their customers. Prostitution was hardly the most respectable profession in the world, but every one of the Wildcat’s working girls had it firmly pounded into her head that she was free to tell off and send off anybody who tried to treat her poorly because of her job.
With complete disregard for the mandatory warnings against doing so, Keri dove into the water, slipping under the surface with a fluid grace that caused barely a ripple. She glided several dozen feet, skimming the bottom until her momentum began to wan. She then gathered her legs under her and stood up, wiping water from her face as she surfaced. The drifting breeze felt wonderful across the soaked fur of her ears, a deliciously cool sensation that sent a prickling down her spine.
With an easy kick Keri set off around the pool at a fair clip. She was only a moderately good swimmer, but her strength to weight ratio let her manage the speed of a more professionally skilled individual, and she had the endurance to out last even a world class swimmer.
Keri climbed out of the pool just shy of an hour later feeling infinitely better. The swim had worked the tension out of her muscles and calmed her thoughts until she felt almost human again. She gave her hair a good squeeze to wring the majority of the water out, then crossed her arms tightly over her chest, and shook.
It had been a profoundly bizarre sensation the first time she’d gotten truly soaked after her transformation, and had shaken to rid her coat of the worst of the water without even considering what she was doing. It was only afterwards, when she had seen the mess she’d made of her bathroom, that Keri had even really realized she’d done it. It had freaked her out a bit at first, but she’d quickly learned to deal with it. Compared to half the other changes her life had undergone post threshold, shaking dry ended up pretty low on the worry list.
It was apparently not something a good number of the current pool goers had seen before though, as Keri noticed she attracted no small amount of attention from her impression of a sprinkler. She did her best to ignore the looks, and the irrational flare of self-consciousness that came with them. With deliberate intention she gathered and rebound the few strands of hair that had worked themselves loose, and reminded herself that at least she hadn’t busted her top with the maneuver, like she had that one time.
Strolling over to where Sara was lounging, Keri noted that she was still getting looks, more so than she considered normal. She was used to a certain amount of attention, it came with being a juujin. She could claim, without being vain or self absorbed, to be the kind of woman men, and some women, loved to stare at. She didn’t get quite as many lingering stares as some juujin due to the extent of her transformation, but she was still a head turner. The current amount and intensity of the stares she was getting seemed a bit much though, especially with so many other juujin about, most of them wearing far less than she was.
Sara glanced up from her netbook as Keri approached her, then did a double take before her eyes had managed to drop halfway back to the computer’s screen. Her gaze did a quite deliberate up and down before meeting Keri’s eye.
“My Keri, but it has been a while since I last saw quite that much of you,” she remarked with a dry smile.
Keri blinked at the blonde catgirl, then glanced down at herself. She felt her cheeks warm over and was thankful that her facial markings would keep her blush hidden, though there were probably at least some people present who would understand why her ears had just turned sideways and flattened out. Like Sara for example, whose smile widened by degrees.
The swimsuit Keri had picked out was made only partially of material that remained opaque when wet, and that partial amount no where near being the majority of the suit. A hand thick bar across the chest and another down between her legs was all of the fabric that had remained concealing. Everything else had turned translucent and rather clingy, and it didn’t help matters that her fur had turned a couple shades darker for being wet so that it showed through all the better.
The initial, highschool like desire to run shrieking in mortification until she was hidden from view passed as Keri took a deep breath and forced herself to get a hold of her emotions. She told herself that it was only revealing, not indecent, and that she had the body to pull the outfit off. She didn’t really have any issues with showing off her figure after all, it was far more being caught off guard by the situation than a matter of modesty.
Still, it was a hell of a lot of fur to be showing. She took a seat next to Sara and tried not to think about how much of her ass she had probably been flashing to anyone who wanted to look. Stretching out to let the sun have a go at drying the material, Keri made a mental note to burn the swimsuit later so the cursed thing wouldn’t surprise her again. She then made another note to go through all her swim wear and cut the number down to something more manageable.
“You know Keri,” Sara said, her smile honeying her words. “I think if you slipped on the red right now, you could make a few grand easy.”
“Oh shut up,” Keri muttered, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. “Like I’m not going to be hearing enough about this as it is. Some perv’s probably already uploading pictures onto the fan site.”
Sara blinked. “Fan site?”
Keri eyed the catgirl a moment. “You really don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“You have wireless on that thing?” Keri asked, nodding at the netbook.
“Of course.”
“Do a search, Wildcatfanclub.net”
Sara looked dubious, but went ahead and pulled up her browser and did as instructed. Her eye brows went up as she clicked on the first item on the search results, and continued to rise as she surveyed the home page that came up.
“The Wildcat hotel and casino,” she read from the screen. “A high class but mid range priced juujin owned and operated brothel located in Vegas, yada yada yada...oh wow, they have a whole section dedicated to you in here.”
“Yeah, I know,” Keri said flatly. “I suppose it should be flattering or something, but it’s a bit...obsessive for my comfort.”
“Obsessive is right, they have all kinds of info on you in here. Full name, age, powers, height, measurements...damn Keri, I knew you were stacked, but seeing the numbers for it...”
“Sara,” Keri growled, getting a smirk from the blonde catgirl.
“Here we go, pictures...wow, they do already have you in that suit on here.”
“Seriously? Give me that thing!” Keri demanded, grabbing the netbook. She glanced at the screen, and groaned. A new folder had been added to the picture section, boldly labeled ‘KERI NEARLY NUDE!!’, with a thumbnail image showing her climbing out of the pool. A footer on the file noted, ‘posted by MasterTamer69'.
With some reluctance she opened the folder, revealing a half dozen photos of marginal quality, but still quite clear enough to display every curve of her body the wretched swimsuit revealed. They looked likely to have been snapped from a cell camera. The pictures showed her climbing out of the pool, wringing out her hair, shaking dry, and some side and behind shots of her walking. She was indeed showing far more ass than she’d like, though even that wasn’t as bad as the shaking image. It had been snapped just as she’d crossed her arms over her chest, which had shoved her breasts up to form cleavage even she found impressive.
There was also already a growing list of comments.
PGLover: Dude MT69, that is hawt! U rock!
JJnip388: Thank u MT! Awesome pics Keri is so beautiful.
BiggusDickus: I wanna make kittens wth her, dont care if jj dont have babys, i would fuck her so hard she’d get preg neway.
“Fandom at it’s best I see,” Sara commented, reading over Keri’s shoulder.
“Eh, this isn’t as bad as some of it,” Keri said, her eyes scanning the pool side area. “Where are you, you little...”
“What are you looking for?”
“Our ‘Master Tamer’,” Keri replied. “This was posted way too fast, it had to have been done from a mobile. I’m willing to bet MT69 is still around here somewhere.”
“Well you only have about five dozen possible candidates.”
“I guess I’ll just have to flush him out then,” Keri said with a sudden, predatory grin that only technically resembled a smile. She clicked on the log in link.
“You have an account on this site?” Sara asked, slightly incredulous.
“Got to keep an eye on the wackos,” Keri answered. “I want to know if someone manages to sneak in somewhere they shouldn’t be. I’ve actually caught a few employees cheating the hotel using gossip from this site as a starting point.”
Once signed in, she scrolled down to the comment box.
Wyldkat: Yo MT69, is she still pool side?
“I take it no one knows that you?” Sara asked.
“Yup,” Keri answered distractedly as she tried to survey the area without looking like she was. “Hello there...”
“You see him?”
“Think so, the blonde in the blue trunks at 2 o’clock, with the black mobile in his hands.”
“I see him. What’s the plan?”
“Got to make sure of it first,” Keri said, eyes going back to the computer. “Could just be some guy texting his buddies.”
MasterTamer69: Yup, she’s hanging with Sara poolside. If ur at the hotel, better hurry if you wanna see those tits live.
“Whoa, how does he know who I am?” Sara asked.
“Are you kidding? They have a complete listing of all my employees. You and your sisters have a page dedicated just to you three.”
“That’s...creepy.”
“ ;Welcome to my world.”
Wyldkat: U should totally make a move on that, she’s gotta be asking for it
“What are you up to?” Sara inquired.
“Wait for it,” Keri told her.
BiggusDickus: He aint got a chanse, Keri dont fuck customers unfortunately :(
MasterTamer69: Yeah right Wyld, she probably break me in half
MasterTamer69: :( indeed big d
Wyldkat: Wat r u, gay? Totally worth the risk.
BiggusDickus: STFU wyld, you dont know wat ur talking about
MasterTamer69: If you think its worth it, lets see you do it
MasterTamer69: Shes still hear, if your at the hotel get your ass off your computer and come make a move
BiggusDickus: Yeah plez, I wanna laugh when she rips his balls off.
Wyldkat: I dunno, be kind of weird to make a move on myself
BiggusDickus: WTF? Dude, what r you on?
MasterTamer69: Wait wat? You saying your Keri?
Keri looked up from the screen, and glanced across the pool, right into the eyes of the young man now clutching his mobile in both hands firmly.
BiggusDickus: Wyld stop being a prick. No one gunna believe that shit.
Wlydkat: What do you think MT, am I? Blue trunks.
Looking up again, Keri smiled as she saw the guy’s eyes widen, and his jaw drop open. He glanced up at her, and his face went red. He dropped his eyes quickly.
MasterTamer69:...oh shit.
BiggusDickus: Oh shit? Dude, is Wyld being serious?
BiggusDickus: MT! WTF man, say something!
Wyldkat: I think MT is having a moment right now. Too bad, he’s kind of cute, if he’d made a move, who knows what might have happened.
Sara snorted in laughter. “Aw Keri, that’s just mean.”
BiggusDickus: !?
MasterTamer69: Wait seriously?
Wyldkat: Could have been. Should have put down the cell and come talk to me.
“Oh my god, he looks like a kid who was just told Christmas was canceled,” Sara said through a giggle.
BiggusDickus: Dude, did you seriously just blow it with fucking Keri!
MasterTamer69: Hold on, could we at least talk about this?
Wyldkat: You still haven’t gotten it into your head kid. Let me give you some advice, ladies like confidence.
Wyldkat: Right now, your showing me none. Your sitting over there staring at you cell, you haven’t looked up at me since you realized it really was me. Sorry kid, but I’m really not impressed.
Snapping the netbook closed Keri stood up, offering it back to Sara. She pointedly did not look in MasterTamer69's direction. “Come on Sara.”
“Where we going?” the blonde catgirl asked, accepting her computer and slipping it into her bag.
“Doesn’t matter where we go, it only matters why.”
“And that why would be?”
“A proper dramatic exit of course,” Keri answered. “Don’t look at him, you’ll ruin the effect.”
“You can be a real bitch Keri,” Sara told her with a grin as she fell into step beside the bigger juujin.
“He had it coming. I can appreciate the website, it’s flattering in its own way, even if I think too many of the members are way too obsessive about it. I don’t even really care about how much of the site is about me personally. Again I think it’s a bit obsessive, but largely harmless.”
“Part of being a local celebrity?” Sara supplied.
“Yeah, something like that like,” Keri agreed. “The pictures though, especially like that. It...it just makes me feel violated or something. It’s creepy and I hate feeling like I need to keep my guard up all the time or my image will be plastered online to be used as wank fuel. I should not have to worry about being stalked in my own hotel by some mouth breather and his camera.”
Sara nodded and gave a thoughtful ‘Hmmm’. They took the rest of the trip out of the atrium in silence, and managed to snag an elevator car for themselves. Keri blew out a breath as the door closed and leaned her head back against the wall.
“So much for a nice relaxing time at the pool. I think all the tension I lost just found me again.”
Sara considered Keri thoughtfully, chewing on her bottom lip as she did. The spot coated catgirl looked to her to be ready to either kick someone’s ass or to burst into tears. The stress and unease was plainly obvious in Keri’s face, and made Sara want to comfort her. Keri was her boss, but she was also a friend, and she had always been good to Sara both professionally and personally.
The elevator doors opened to her floor, but Sara ignored them. Keri didn’t even seem to notice she hadn’t gotten off until the car stopped at the next level up. Keri then blinked in surprise as Sara took her by the hand and lead her out.
“Uh, Sara?” Keri inquired, but the smaller catgirl just shushed her and Keri shut her mouth as much from shock as anything else. In silence she let Sara pull her along, through the library, down the hall and through the multipurpose space, and across the bedroom. Slipping her blue bag off her shoulder to the floor, Sara put a hand on the small of Keri’s back and guided her until she was sitting on the edge of her bed. The blonde catgirl then proceeded to climb into Keri’s lap, and kiss her softly but firmly on the mouth.
When Keri finally got her tongue back several minutes later she felt oddly flustered, and her breathing was heavy for as little physical activity as she was doing.
“Sara, I...” she began, but the catgirl shushed her again, and started to trail a chain of soft kisses and bites down her neck. Keri shivered from the sensation, and her head rolled to the side almost instinctually. Sara slipped the straps of Keri’s swimsuit down over her shoulders, and Keri let out a low whine as the catgirl’s lips brushed against one breast, a rough but wet slicked tongue rolling across the stiff nipple.
The next thing Keri knew she was flat on her back, her body happily letting Sara push her down without checking in for permission from her brain. The blonde catgirl was stretched out on top of her, Sara’s weight a pleasant pressure pressing down into her. She took hold of Keri’s breasts in both hands, squeezing and rolling the soft mounds of flesh as her warm mouth alternated lavishing attention on each perky tip.
Sara’s leg wormed in between Keri’s, the smooth skin of her thigh pressing firmly against the thin fabric of Keri’s swimsuit, rubbing slowly up and down. Keri bit her lip as a soft moan of pleasure seemed to roll its way up her throat. Her body was alight with a tingling enjoyment that was slowly turning her muscles to jelly, making her feel like she was sinking down into the bedding.
Keri’s eyes drifted shut as she basked in the wonderfully pleasant attention Sara was giving her. She ran a hand through the woman’s golden hair, savoring the silken texture, and brushed her fingers lightly against Sara’s ears. A shiver ran through the little catgirl, a sensation Keri felt against her stomach as Sara rolled her hips against the fur coated catgirl. Keri smiled and her other hand joined the first in teasing Sara’s ears.
Uncounted minutes passed in that fashion, each juujin playing the other’s body in an unthinking haze of shared pleasure. It was both relaxing and delectable, and there was a sense of easy enjoyment, of unhurried indulgement. There was no need to rush forward to the climax, and the simple sharing of pleasure was its own enjoyment.
Keri was almost disappointed when Sara’s ears slipped out of her fingers as the blonde slid down her body. The feeling lasted only as long as it took Sara’s tongue to press between her legs, and then disappointment was the furthest possible thing from her mind. The long, slow foreplay had wound Keri’s body up until even amateur attention would have been able to set her off.
Sara was no amateur though, and the firm, exact tongue strokes she applied to Keri’s already soaked sex were a delight so complete as to be numbing in intensity. The sensation was a wildfire blaze of pleasure that swept over Keri in a sudden wave that left her shaking and gasping.
Sara just adjusted her position calmly as Keri squirmed under her, remaining easily focused on her work. She used her thumbs to spread Keri open, her mouth pressing flush against the sensitive opening as she slipped her tongue in as deep as it would reach. She didn’t even try to hold Keri’s hips down, but smoothly rode the sudden bucking motion as she orally impaled her boss and friend.
Keri shook from the sensation as she gasped and moaned her enjoyment. There was the sound of tearing fabric as her fingers ripped into the bed covers, wadding the material up in twin fist fulls as she writhed. Her frantic squirming soon reduced the bed to a wreck, pulling the covers and sheets free and shoving the pillows to the floor.
And it just kept going, one orgasmic wave of pleasure after another as Sara worked her over. The blonde catgirl’s tongue slipped free and her lips sealed about Keri’s most sensitive flesh with soft, lewd slurping sounds. Twin rivulets of fluid dripped down either side of Sara’s chin as she alternately sucked and nibbled between Keri’s legs until the sheets below were soaked through.
It took Keri a moment to realize it when Sara finally pulled her mouth away, her body was buzzing so hard from the sensations running through it. Even when she did notice the lack, her mind was too addled to make anything of it. All she could do was lay sprawled out, her lungs burning, and wait for the still delightful residual sensations to finish running along her nerves.
Keri felt a firm pressure on one arm, and was just able to turn her head enough to see that Sara had taken hold of the limb and was gently dragging her fully onto the bed, pulling her legs up so they no longer hung over the edge. She tried to assist Sara, but her body didn’t seem able to coherently obey the commands her brain was sending out, and she ended up merely flopping weakly about in a disjointed manner.
Sara didn’t seem to mind, and with casual patience maneuvered Keri’s limp form to the middle of the mattress. Once done with that she hopped back off the bed and vanished as she ducked down under the edge. She reappeared a second later with a hard sided carrying case, which she set on the bed to open.
“Hey,” Keri gasped weakly, her voice rough as the words fought up through her dried throat. “How...did you...know...about that?”
“How do you think Keri?” Sara answered with a wicked smile, and Keri rolled her eyes at herself.
“Oh...right...duh,” she panted as she tried to prod her brain back into working order. While she and Sissy were each others’ primary sexual partner, they were hardly exclusive to the other. Of course the woman would have enjoyed Sara’s company by now, probably several times, and she had doubtlessly broken out the toys in doing so.
Sara shifted through the case a moment before pulling out a slender object a bit over a foot in length that was bright green, equal parts flexible and stiff, and covered in ridges that ringed around all but a hand’s width in the center. The toy landed on the bed, and the case was snapped shut and dropped back to the floor.
Keri managed to prop herself up on her elbows as Sara climbed back on the bed, though that was as far as her sex shocked body could be pushed at the moment. So she watched and waited as the blonde catgirl crawled over beside her, and deftly pulled her sundress off over her head. The smaller woman’s body belonged in an advertizement for a tanning salon. Flawless bronzed skin that gleamed in the sunlight from the wall to wall window molded perfectly to a sleek and supplely muscled form. Her body was all firm curves with just a bit of softness to smooth her out, and she moved with a liquid grace and predatory confidence.
Placing a hand on either of Keri’s shoulders, Sara kissed the larger catgirl on the forehead. It was a gentle, reassuring kiss, and she applied soft pressure through her hands until Keri was once again laid flat on her back. Only then did Sara pull back from the kiss, and she smiled down at Keri with hungry eyes.
Taking up the neon colored toy, Sara rubbed one end playfully against her own face, smearing it with the residue of Keri’s essence about her lips. Once throughly coated, Sara smirked at her captive audience, and slipped the now flavored toy into her mouth. She rolled her tongue playfully around the slender form, the bright pink tip slipping passed her lips in brief flashes. Slowly the toy sank deeper into the catgirl’s mouth, whose moans of pleasure rumbled with playful purrs.
Taking a deep, lung filling breath that momentarily diverted Keri’s eyes downward, Sara grasped the toy in both hands and drove it as far down her throat as she could manage. Her lips sealed about the slender length of rubberize material, and with deliberate slowness she pulled it back out, inch by soaked inch.
Keri let out a low, whimpering gasp as Sara took the prepared end of the toy and pressed it into her. The blonde catgirl did it slowly, letting Keri feel each and every ridge as they rubbed across her opening and along her insides. The slender length of it slid deeper and deeper into her body until she felt the tip of it press into her at the very end. For a human woman it might have been painful, or at least unpleasant, but even the average juujin would have merely noted the physical contact. Sara could have rammed the toy home at full strength without it hurting Keri.
Leaning over Sara took the free end of the toy and bent it up, eliciting a soft moan from Keri as it shifted inside her. The blonde catgirl placed the tip of the slender rubber between her lips and began to rock her head back and forth. The toy slipped and slid inside Keri with the motion, and she bit her lip as fresh waves of pleasure started to radiate through her. She watched as Sara sucked on the toy and stroked it’s length with her fingers, the show as much of the experience of the proxy blow job as the sensations.
Everything Sara did was exaggerated so that what Keri saw matched what she felt. She gripped the toy lightly with her teeth on every head bob, pulling it back and forth within the larger catgirl. Her hand gripped the base of the toy and twisted it as she stroked it’s length. When she pulled the length from her mouth and rested it against her lips to let her tongue play lightly across the tip she slipped a finger down to gently rub against the extra sensitive nub of flesh just inside Keri, finger and tongue moving in synchronous motion.
When Sara eventually sat back up the end of the toy shimmered under a coat of saliva that was slowly dripping down the neon green length. Keri had been rendered largely incoherent, her body giving in to the pleasure halfway through, her eyes rolled back in her head and little, whimpering mewing sounds coming from her open mouth. Sara smiled down at the fur coated juujin in amusement and satisfaction. There wasn’t a trace of tension or irritation left on Keri’s features.
Her own body however was screaming at Sara about it’s needs. She ached with the intensity of the desire to be touched. The acts she had preformed, the taste and the smell of Keri’s arousal, the sight of the delectable form of the spotted catgirl still writhing and twitching from the attention that had been lavished on her, all of it was an assault upon Sara’s libido that she had been holding back by mere willpower. Now though, it was her turn.
Straddling Keri’s limp form Sara took the free end of the toy, slippery from her efforts, and impaled herself upon it. She crooned in blissful delight as the ridged length of it rippled into her, the smile on her face spreading. She lowered her hips, taking every inch of the slender rubber she could handle, and then she pressed down even more. The toy flexed as Sara lowered herself until her hips pressed to Keri’s, and the tension of the bent rubber was a pressure pushing along her inner walls.
Keri’s eyes snapped open from the new sensation, and her breathing upped slightly just seeing Sara straddling her, the blonde catgirl’s hands resting lightly upon her stomach. Sara’s arms pressed against either side of her own breasts, pushing them together and out in a manner that caught Keri’s attention. White teeth shone as Sara’s lips parted in a delighted grin, and she gave her hips a slow, heavy roll.
“Oh my god!” Keri squealed, and her hands grabbed Sara’s hips as if to hold her still. The blonde catgirl smirked and slid her hands up Keri’s stomach to the generous expanse of her chest, and the spotted juujin gave a startled gasp and grabbed at Sara’s hands. Which left her hips free to raise up and slam back home in a sudden motion that stole all the strength from Keri’s arms.
The larger catgirl was gone within the first few moments as Sara rode her. Keri was barely aware enough of anything other than her own pleasure to even give more than a simple squeeze when Sara pressed one white furred hand to her own chest. The bronze skinned juujin didn’t really mind though, given why Keri was dazed out of her mind. Instead Sara just hugged the hand against her breasts as she bounced, enjoying the smooth feel of Keri’s coat against her skin.
The blonde catgirl’s smile slowly leeched from her face as the pleasurable sensations building within her body began to reach a breaking point. Her muscles started to tighten from the rising need for release and she let Keri’s hand fall away to put her own hands upon either side of the spotted catgirl. Sara dug her fingers into the shredded bedding as she forced her legs to maintain the rhythm against the overwhelming physical sensations.
The orgasm was a spike of bliss that rammed up through the very core of Sara’s body, locking her limbs ridged regardless of any effort on her part to keep moving. She shook, practically vibrated, as every muscle in her body strained. Her mouth fell open in a quavering shriek until her burning lungs ran empty, and she barely caught herself from falling down on top of Keri.
It took a moment or two for Sara to catch her breath and to summon the effort to push her body back upright. The toy rubbed delightfully against her, and she was half tempted to have another go. As wonderfully delectable as the orgasm had been, it hadn’t come close to sating her desires entirely. Keri however looked pretty well spent, and Sara decided to have mercy on the woman.
Both juujin moaned as the toy was pulled free, Sara with pleasure and Keri with relief. The blonde catgirl slipped off the bed and crossed over to the bathroom, where she gave the length of rubber a quick wash off and left it in the sink to dry. When she came back to the bedroom Keri had curled up on her side and was breathing in the steady rhythms of sleep.
Smiling to herself, Sara gathered up her dress and bag. She paused before leaving though, and set both items down on the edge of the bed. She then climbed across the expansive mattress, and placed a warm kiss on Keri’s cheek. The unconscious woman’s lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners, and Sara beamed at her. She then climbed back off the bed, gathered her belongings, and left, feeling newly inspired to finish up the sex scene she’d been struggling with for her book.
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Omake 1
“Yup,” Keri answered distractedly as she tried to survey the area without looking like she was. “Hello there...”
“You see him?”
“Think so, the blonde in the blue trunks at 2 o’clock, with the black mobile in his hands.”
“I see him. What’s the plan?”
“I’m going to go say hi,” Keri told her, setting the computer aside and getting up. With a predatory smile on her face, she sauntered over towards the guy. He was so engrossed with his cell that he didn’t notice Keri coming until she was nearly upon him. At which point he gave a startled yelp and jumped up from his chair as if planning to run, but then hesitated with clear uncertainty.
It was all Keri needed to reach him, her smile turning to something truly wicked. She looked down at the young man with fire in her eyes, and her voice was a smoky purr when she spoke.
“Hey there.”
“Uh,” the guy blurted as he looked up at the juujin looming over him. He swallowed. “Hi Ke-ma’am,” he said in reply, his word choice clearly changing mid-sentence.
“Why so nervous stud?” Keri crooned at him, leaning over to bring herself to eye level with him. Her teeth shone.
“Nervous?” the guy forced a bravo laugh. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You look tense, and you’re breaking out in a sweat,” Keri pointed out. “Perhaps I can help?”
“Uh...” the guy sputtered, but before he could think of anything else to say, Keri struck. Faster than he could blink she seized him by both shoulders in an iron grip, and mashed her lips to his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth.
“Cut!” Phil’s voice boomed across the pool. “Keri what the hell are you doing?”
“Improvising,” Keri called back once she finally let the guy go.
“Dammit Keri!” Phil shouted. “Stick to the damn script! You’re suppose to chuck his ass into the pool, not french him!”
“But I might hurt him,” Keri protested, and the look of incredulity on Phil’s face was plain to see even at a distance.
“Hurt him? Hurt him!” Phil sputtered. “When the fuck has that ever bothered you! You slaughtered half our extras on the very first shoot!”
“Yeah well, they weren’t nearly as cute as this guy,” Keri almost giggled, pulling the young man against her with one arm about his neck until his cheek was mooshed against the side of her breast.
“Oh for fuck’s sake...” Phil growled, pressing a hand hard against his temple as if to squash the headache that was forming. “Keri, he is a professional stunt man, he does this kind of thing for a living. He has years of experience and is in good physical shape...”
“Yes he is,” Keri purred appreciatively.
“Focus Keri!” Phil shrieked. “Now get back into position, and this time throw him!”
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Omake 2
“Nervous?” the guy forced a bravo laugh. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You look tense, and you’re breaking out in a sweat,” Keri pointed out. “Perhaps I can help?”
“Uh...” the guy sputtered, but before he could think of anything else to say, Keri struck. He barely had time to give a wordless cry before she had hauled him from his feet, and crushed him to her chest in a hug.
“He’s so cute I wanna die!” she shrieked delightedly.
“Fuck!” Phil bellowed to the heavens.
“Cut sir?” someone suggested to the raving director.
“That too!”
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Omake 3
“Nervous?” the guy forced a bravo laugh. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You look tense, and you’re breaking out in a sweat,” Keri pointed out. “Perhaps I can help?”
“Uh...” the guy sputtered, but before he could think of anything else to say, Keri struck. She seized him by the back of his trunks and hauled him from his feet, her arm cocking back in a pitcher’s throw. She paused in mid-motion though, with the young man sitting on her palm. He gave an indignant yelp as her fingers squeezed.
“Damn, you have a tight ass,” she told him.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” echoed across the pool. “That’s it! We’re taking a full hour for lunch today! Keri, just go fuck the guy already!”
“Yay!” Keri whooped, and slung the guy over her shoulder as she headed for the exit.
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Omake 4
“Nervous?” the guy forced a bravo laugh. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”
“You look tense, and you’re breaking out in a sweat,” Keri pointed out. “Perhaps I can help?”
“Uh...” the guy sputtered, but before he could think of anything else to say, Keri spoke.
“God I’m still thinking about that thing you did when you stuck your tongue up my...”
“Cut! Fuck it! We’re rewriting the scene!”
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Characters< br>
Tobias
Not in this chapter.
Sara
Lion based catgirl
Age 24
5'8"
Last of the triplets
Keri
Brains fucked out.
MasterTamer69
Word’s can’t describe his shame
BiggusDickus
Will never let MT69 live this down
Avian based juujin out for her daily flight
Has eagle eyes and saw everything through Keri’s window. Currently heading home to sexual assault her boyfriend.
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Notes: This is the most girl on girl action I’ve ever written before. It was oddly difficult to get it just the way I wanted it compared to writing straight sex.
Special thanks as usual go to bsmart, for the usual reasons.
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