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  The single drawer was crammed shut. It opened with a creak that made the form frown in the darkness. But no one stirred and unaccosted the she-line looked inside. The jumble sorted itself into a leather paddle, a large dildo and a smaller plug of some sort; an open box of glow-in-the-dark condoms, the individually wrapped packets strewn about the drawer for hasty groping and donning. The colors shrieked at the she-line’s sensitive, dilated pupils and she growled deep in her throat. Humans were pigs! There was a leather mask and something else, a bulky packet underneath the mask. Ahh, what was this, hidden treasure? Inside the packet was cash. Hundred dollar bills, about ten grand. It would do, to start. Leaving a thousand dollars so at first glance it would fool a pair of weak-sighted human eyes, the she-line rolled the rest into a neat, tightfisted lump and placed it in the pouch around her neck. So much for foreplay, now where was the pièce de résistance?

  Creeping on soft bare soles the lithe figure entered the compact bathroom. The smell of strawberry and hair products assailed her nostrils. How could humans breathe in this sauna-like atmosphere, not to mention copulate? For the smell of sex was in here as well. The medicine cabinet was empty and the cabinet under the sink held only extra towels. Her eyes darted to the towels piled next to the tub/shower combo. They were neatly folded except for the two that were lying discarded on the floor. All the towels were immaculately folded the same way except for the one on the bottom rack. It was backwards from the rest. Someone left-handed had folded this one. The she-line picked it up carefully and was rewarded with the sound of jingling. Unfolding the white soft cotton revealed what she sought. A garish diamond and sapphire necklace blazing with facets of reflected light even in the darkness. Ah, the sheer ugly beauty of it!

  The necklace went into the pouch and the she-line smiled. Stealing from a thief was a reward in itself, especially when the thief was a two-bit swindler like Diamond Charlie. The she-line refolded the towel and replaced it. She went down on her knees and gathered herself for the transition. Her arms and hands became fur and paws and her body sinewy and agile. She mewed once and padded back out the balcony door and leaped onto the ledge. Once she was on the other side of the hotel the feline used the same room and balcony she had used to gain access to the ledge earlier that evening. The room was empty of occupants or belongings except for a pile of clothes on the floor. The tabby cat sat on the floor next to the clothes and transformed into a young woman with normal human features.

  Tabitha Fenwick stretched her muscles in satisfied bliss before donning the black short skirt and emerald green turtleneck blouse that accentuated her almond-shaped eyes and yellow-green irises. The pouch she left tied around her neck over the blouse and under a black tailored Anne Klein jacket. Elegant yet understated, just the way Tabitha liked to appear. Her short, dark, auburn hair with its black streaks was sassy when she just combed her fingers through it, or sexy when she styled it in place. Right now it was the former and Tabitha couldn’t have cared less. She slid her feet into a pair of kicky ruched black leather boots and stretched again just to get the kinks out.

  She took the elevator up to the penthouse, using her security passkey to override the code to gain access to the top floors. The private domain of her boss, Brenton Calder, was out of bounds for many people, but not for Tabitha even in her human form. When the elevator opened, Tabitha smelled the overpowering cloying scent of perfume, expensive perfume, not the cheap knockoff but the real thing—Joy at two hundred fifty dollars an ounce. Brenton was occupied, it seemed. Tabitha used her passkey in the door and it opened readily enough. She walked stealthily into the vast room, careful her black high-heeled boots did not give her away. The lights were dim and the remnants of a candlelight dinner, replete with silver serving dishes, had yet to be cleared away.

  Tabitha sniffed the air, filet mignon, not exactly her taste. She preferred fresh fish or roasted chicken. The dining area was devoid of humans. Likewise, the adjoining living room with the heavy dark furniture, gold gilt mirrors and picture frames hugging priceless masterpieces, was bare of life. A noise came from the bedroom. Ahh yes, Brenton was busy.

  Tabitha laughed to herself. This mating thing the humans were always doing never ceased to intrigue her. She liked to watch and study the act, trying to analyze what made it so pleasurable. It looked nothing short of an awkward meeting of body parts, but still there must be something to make them repeat the act time and again. She sat on a padded ottoman and removed her boots before walking to the bedroom. It was dark, which was perfect for Tabitha. She could see without being seen, her elliptical pupils adjusting to the darkness quickly. There was a chair close to the bed that was adequate for her purpose. The bed itself was writhing with movement as forms took shape. There was Brenton lying on his back with some over-breasted blonde bent over his cock.

  Tabitha watched as the blonde bobbed up and down on the phallus trying to take the whole of the shaft down her throat. Brenton was making a groaning noise deep in his own throat and his long tapered fingers were stroking the blonde’s head, urging her on.

  Tabitha sat back in the rattan fan-back chair and contemplated this new ritual. She knew the sex act was necessary to create life but why would one do it for any other reason? And certainly the blonde could not enjoy choking on Brenton’s cock. She must find out more about this. The blonde made a gurgling noise in her throat as Brenton began to ejaculate. Tabitha judged by the sudden tensing of his muscles, he was climaxing. She wanted to taste what the blonde was tasting, feel the sensations she was feeling. Wasn’t it said curiosity killed the cat?

  Tabitha wiggled as warmth emanated from between her own thighs. She hoped she wasn’t coming in heat. The tablets she took to keep her regulated and suppress the urge to mate had been working fine. Surely they were not failing her? Tabitha’s fingers moved her skirt hemline higher. There was no faint odor of estrus so she was not in heat, but still there was a tingling between her legs as she watched the blonde release Brenton’s now flaccid cock from her mouth. The blonde rose from the bed and unaware of her audience made her way unsteadily to the bathroom. Tabitha hoped she wouldn’t hit the light switch before shutting the door, otherwise she might be spotted. She needn’t have worried, as the blonde seemed disoriented and wobbled as she ran into the doorframe in the dark. Tabitha smothered a laugh. What a klutz!

  The blonde took an eternity as the sound of the toilet flushing and the bathwater running came plainly to Tabitha’s ears. She glanced to Brenton’s sleeping form. He seemed unaware of the absence of his partner or of the noise in the bathroom. Tabitha tiptoed to the bed. Brenton’s sandy-colored hair was disheveled against the pillow and his body was relaxed now that he had achieved release. She studied his broad chest, devoid of hair, and the nipples on his pecs that were puckered like tight little raisins. Tabitha reached inside her jacket and touched her own breasts through the turtleneck. Her nipples tightened as she traced a pattern around the areolas. Tabitha liked the feeling as she continued stroking herself while gazing at Brenton’s tapered waist and the trail of hair leading down to his groin. Nestled in a patch of curly hair were his cock and balls. Apparently blondie hadn’t done much other than suck him off, as his sacs were still full and rounded with unspilled seed.

  Unable to help herself Tabitha’s curiosity got the better of her and she knelt by the bed to get a closer look. His cock was still wet but it was impossible to tell if it was from the blonde’s saliva or Brenton’s jism.

  However at the very tip was a bead of pearlescence that was hard to mistake. Tabitha carefully took a finger and blotted at the substance. She placed the drop on her tongue and considered it judiciously. It wasn’t much but might have been a bit salty. She would have liked to lap up more of the milky white ooze the texture of thick cream, but there wasn’t any left. Perhaps if she pulled on the two hanging sacs as one milked a cow’s udder, she would be rewarded. And how hard did one have to pull? If she yanked too hard Brenton was bound to wake up. It was too dangerous.

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nbsp; Tabitha reached another tentative finger towards the cock. She traced the head as it lay innocuously nestled in repose just above the sacs. There was a stirring in the mushroom-like shape and she hastily moved her fingers away. They touched springy hair and warm flesh. Never having seen a man’s organ so close Tabitha was powerless to leave it alone and like a magnet it drew her back. She batted at it playfully with her hand and it flopped gently back and forth. But then it stopped and stayed in place, looking thicker and stubbornly refusing to play her game.

  Tabitha turned her attention to the sacs again. They were interesting, not quite round but like badly filled balloons, hanging dispiritedly. Tabitha rubbed one lightly with her thumb. The texture reminded her of peach skin, but the reddish-purple color left much to be desired. They weren’t half as much fun as the cock in her opinion.

  Returning to her favorite toy Tabitha ran her fingers along the base of the phallus, liking the velvety soft feel and the exciting pulsing beneath her fingertips. But then the entire shaft moved boldly, startling her overly alert senses.

  Her reflexes were fast and she tried to jump back but a hand covered her own as Brenton’s voice heavy with sleep and a faint rasp, came to her ears in the dark. “That’s it, Meg.” The hand over hers guided up and down the shaft as it expanded and flexed, like a hooded cobra rising to strike. “I want you tight around me, Meg. Come on, luv. Give me a ride before you go take your bath.”

  Tabitha gave a quick glance to the bathroom door. Apparently Meg was more interested in her bath than Brenton’s good time. She couldn’t very well just pull away and go running for the door and she did want to know about this mating for pleasure. On the other hand Brenton was her boss of only four months and Tabitha rather liked her job.

  But it was about to get even more interesting. Tabitha wasn’t worried about emotional entanglements. It wasn’t her nature to become attached to humans and after she grew bored she would move on to another place of employment. Even if she did like watching Brenton, naked or clothed. He reminded her of herself. Graceful as a panther in his movements and sparing in his emotions. And she did like that lovely cock that she longed to play with for hours. It beat the hell out of a toy mouse.

  But Brenton settled the matter for her. Meg apparently was not a closer when it came to sex and Brenton was used to taking matters in his own hand…literally. The hand covering Tabitha’s loosened. Confused she drew back and watched as Brenton fisted his cock and pumped vigorously.

  The bathwater was still running. Meg must be a soaker. Tabitha shrugged off her jacket but left her top on. The heavy pouch around her neck made her smile in double anticipation. She hiked her skirt above her waist and sat back in the wide rattan chair, splaying her legs apart.

  She watched Brenton as he slowed his stroking, apparently savoring the feeling, in no rush to shoot his load. Tabitha reached between her own legs and fingered her clit lightly. It was damp and thickening as the blood pooled around it. Using her middle finger, it took little imagination to picture Brenton mounting her and probing at her cunt entrance.

  Tabitha had watched enough of this sex between couples to know where things went and as her hand rested against the inside of her thigh she projected it was Brenton’s silken touch as his aroused shaft probed insistently. She reached between her legs and guided him to her. She had all the right parts for this experiment and was human enough to feel a rush of her own wetness against his straining member as the broad head nudged her vaginal lips open. She basked in the feeling of him probing within but she was tight and his progress was halted.

  Impatiently Tabitha let out a frustrated mewl that went unheeded in the darkness. But nature took over and a thick slide of lubrication discharged from her womb and aided in assuring the cock would gain admittance. Tabitha couldn’t help the moan as he eased into her.

  She pushed two fingers deep inside herself trying to absorb all the sensations at once. No, they weren’t her fingers. It was Brenton’s cock that made her tingle, burn, shiver and want to purr all at the same time. There was slight pain at first but that itself was an added nuance to the experience.

  Brenton muttered in the velvety darkness, further adding to the fantasy. He moved his hips in rhythm to his hand stroking his cock, back and forth, slow and deliberate. It was easy to imagine the fingers Tabitha rotated inside herself were that thick pulsing cock, a glorious animal in its own right as it skimmed over textured walls that gripped it one moment then kissed it with dew the next.

  Tabitha fantasized the friction and rhythm of Brenton’s rolling hips and his velvety cock as it bored within her and caused her to instinctively ride the motion. She would love to feel Brenton’s lips on her breasts, licking them and sucking them into hard peaks that were nothing like the usurped Meg’s pendulous orbs, but were finely molded and made for a man’s lips. Brenton’s lips.

  Tabitha gasped as a delicious ripple radiated from her cunt. She watched Brenton’s face, trying to preordain when he would peak so she could time hers to match. Even in her heightened sexual state she mused how handsome Brenton was despite the intense emotional strain of pre-orgasm.

  But damn, this experiment into human sexuality would have to end quickly. Already the taps in the bathroom were turned off and the sound of a towel being jerked off the rack met her sensitive ears. Tabitha tried to recapture her fantasy. She rode Brenton hard, feeling him bulging within her, straining to achieve release. Her fingers were soaked with her own juices as they worked frenetically imitating the cock she so craved to feel inside her.

  Brenton jerked as he began to come. Tabitha imagined reaching for his sacs and stroking them as with a gust of air Brenton exhaled and shot his load. A curious jet of thick liquid that should have shot deep up inside Tabitha pooled on Brenton’s belly and made Tabitha squirm as she gasped and twitched with an orgasm that left her breathless.

  She watched Brenton as she tried to stand but her legs wobbled. She sank back on the chair focusing on Brenton’s face in the darkness, replete with satisfaction as his fickle cock nestled back down against his thigh. His sleepy deep voice in the darkness startled her into action. “Meg, bring me a towel, would you?”

  The sound of the bathroom door being pulled open brought Tabitha to her feet. She grabbed her jacket and was out the bedroom door in a flash. The wetness between her legs cooled as she ran, leaving her still tingling as contractions in her cunt signaled she had been too hasty and her body wanted more. More Brenton…about eight inches more.

  Tabitha wanted time to ponder this new experience she’d heard was called lust, but there wasn’t even seconds to spare. She grabbed her boots in the living room and was outside the suite before she slowed to a normal speed. She would come back in the morning and see Brenton. Tonight he would sleep in blissful ignorance thinking it was Meg who had been enjoying his performance.

  Tabitha returned to her own room two floors below the penthouse and shucked off her jacket. The pouch around her neck drew her immediately but her session with Brenton had left her sweaty and sticky, and her finicky habit of cleanliness demanded she bathe and wash. She threw the pouch on the bed then went directly to the shower. She hated water. Really hated it. But it was a necessity to good grooming. The antibacterial soap she used was mild but to her sensitive nostrils it still smelled clinical. She washed between her legs, wishing it had truly been Brenton’s cock lodged inside her, moving and sliding, triggering small sensations that radiated through her body until she kneaded her nails like claws, in ecstasy. That beautiful cock! Somehow she had to have another session with the silken toy she so craved further knowledge of.

  Yes, she had to have it inside her for real! She would, she vowed as she remembered how it had stood erect waiting for her touch, waiting for her cunt to slide over it and fit it deep inside. If only she could make it happen. Tabitha’s hand touched her clit and she shivered. Her body still hungered for Brenton.

  She massaged herself back and forth until her legs trembled, her hand moving qui
ckly, bringing her to a low cry of unsatisfied release. Again she pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, imagining Brenton doing this to her, replacing fingers with that wonderful phallus that spouted a creamy potion like fine liqueur. She could almost feel him sliding in and out, pulsing within her. Tabitha pressed hard against her hand, rubbing the nub that fed her release. She quaked to orgasm just as she had before, but this time she promised, her fingers would soon be replaced by Brenton’s cock and he was going to be wide-awake when it happened.

  She toweled off, then transformed, making sure her coat was groomed silky smooth by her sandpaper tongue. Then satisfied she was clean. Tabitha leaped onto the bed, transforming in mid-jump. She landed naked on her knees next to the pouch. The diamond and sapphire necklace she left inside. The nine thousand in cash she stuffed between the mattresses. Then with a purr she curled up on the bed in a pose similar to a fetal position, and fell asleep.

  Chapter Two

  Tabitha was up and around early as was her habit. She ordered from room service a delectable Alaskan smoked salmon omelet, coffee with real cream, left the coffee untouched and drank the cream before making her rounds. Officially her shift as security officer of the Arpel hotel did not begin until 8 a.m. but she liked to prowl around the building earlier. Because she neither looked nor dressed the part, she was far more effectual than a uniformed security officer. Although Brenton had hem-hawed about hiring her because of her small stature, that soon changed as Tabitha had demonstrated her quick reflexes and ability to disable an opponent with her knowledge of nerve touch.