Denise huffed, blowing a rebellious strand of hair from her face, and shook her head. She was in the market for a new kitten but try as she might she could not find one to satisfy her needs. Oh, she knew it was wrong to be picky, as all of them needed a nice warm comforting home. But picky she was, for she wanted one to match her own personality. She had been to so many pet shops across the city. Frustration was settling in. But here was one last stop on her list. It did not make her hopeful, standing by her car in a lot void of any other vehicles in a rundown strip mall. She looked up at the sign: Sam's Pet Emporium.
She shook her head and felt a bit self-conscious in her power suit, getting the feeling that she was about to waste her time, letting some lecherous geezer eye her up. But, nevertheless, she started to walk across the pavement towards the shop. It was so quiet here, ghost town quiet. The only sound were her heels rapping hard across the parking lot, hell if she strained her hearing, she could probably hear her stockinged thighs swishing together under her short grey skirt.
She paused at the door, grateful that at least the animals in the window looked healthy bright-eyed and perky. Setting her brow in determination, she pulled open the door and stepped inside. The space within was in direct contrast to the dilapidated strip mall. It was immaculate. Bright and pleasing, despite that telltale odor you get in any pet shop. The smell of animal, feed and straw bedding for cages was not too unpleasant, merely familiar to Denise for all the shops she had been in within the past week.
Oddly though, there was no one about. This worried her, bringing her back to the idea of some greasy lout staring at her from between aisles.
She sauntered down one line, casting her eyes around for the area reserved for felines, at least content to browse until someone realized there was a client. She found the kittens and immediately forgot all else. There were many and they were adorable and seemed excited to see her.
She was swiftly wrapped up in their presence, the adorable feisty Calico pawing that the cage to get to her, the noble looking Siamese standing motionless and statuesque staring right at her, the shy and fluffy Himalayan wrapped in a ball at the back of her cage, and the pacing feral looking Bengal. All beautiful. The decision would be hard. She stood there taking in each one, wondering which would suit her best.
A light cough disturbed her attention to the cats, and she turned to be visited by another beautiful vision. A gorgeous brunette was watching her as she regarded the kittens. She was dressed as professionally as she was, a white thin black striped blouse over a tan velvet skirt. Long legs wrapped in sheer silks and amazing peep toe pumps. She was so out of place that Denise immediately took her for another customer.
The woman stepped close, and Denise's eyes couldn't leave those legs. Her mouth suddenly dry she almost didn't register that the woman had spoken.
"They are delightful, aren't they?" she asked.
Denise replied, "I'm having a hard time choosing one, I've been having no luck all across town."
"Oh, well, let's see if I can help..." The woman took one step backwards and regarded her intensely, as if assessing her.
She tapped her chin with one long cream lacquered nail. "Hmm..." the woman pondered.
She smiled and nodded knowingly and replied, "You want to take the Siamese."
Denise arched a brow and placed a hand on her hip. "Why the Siamese, I mean she is beautiful, but she doesn't do much..."
"Ah, yes very deceptive isn't she. She hides behind a veneer of grace, nobility and beauty. But don't let her fool you, she is a wicked little vixen. I think she fits you perfectly."
The woman smiled and turned again to regard the kittens, the Siamese in particular.
"That's quite a forward assumption, you know a lot about animals?"
She laughed a delightful sound that hit Denise right at the core. "I should, otherwise I wouldn't be someone suited to be owning a pet shop." She extended a hand, "I am Samantha."
Denise's jaw just dropped; this was the owner. She couldn't believe it. Intrigued, she nevertheless acted offended by the woman's assumptions. "Why does that make her perfect for me, you know a lot about people too??"
"Oh, you have no idea..." She smiled again and continued, "You are all wrapped up in the look of the professional, and that may me proper for your job, I am not refuting that. But little things like the height of your heels, the inclusion of stockings in your outfit, the amount of cleavage you are showing, even your hairstyle...these are all personality indicators. You, my dear, are hiding something wild..." She nodded her head to the Siamese cage, "Much like that beauty there..."
Denise's eyes widened, but she couldn't get her mouth to work to deny anything. She felt her cheeks redden, even more so when Samantha nodded again at her own unspoken confession. Eager to get out of this conversation she croaked (once finding her voice again), "H-How much?"
Samantha picked up the Siamese's cage and walked towards the front desk, knowing Denise would follow simply to watch her move. She placed the cage on the counter and stepped around it. "She's going for six hundred dollars, but as you have had a hard time in your search and have come to my little shop. I can let her go for three...and just be satisfied in the fact that you made the right decision."
Denise reached into her purse for her credit card and slid it into Samantha's hand. As the woman ran the card, Denise looked at the counter taking in all of the various cheap upsell items. Perhaps she should purchase come cat toys and feed from the generous woman. She paused, her eyes falling on a lightly penciled aged note taped haphazardly to the bottom of the register.
ASK ABOUT OUR SPECIAL DEALS ON PUREBRED COCK AND PUSSY!
Denise did a double take and read the note again. She couldn't believe it really said what it did. "Umm, Samantha, I think some kid most have left this here whilst you were busy elsewhere in the store, god alone knows how long it has been here..." She indicated the note.
"No, I put that there. It's not very noticeable on purpose. We don't want to rile everyone's interest, only those who have an interest themselves would actually bring it up." she grinned another of her knowing grins and pointed to a black curtained alcove behind the register. "Would you care to shop some more?"
Tentatively, Denise took a step towards the curtain, much to the delight of Samantha. Every response she gave up gave the shop owner even more certainty as to the mind of her client.
Stepping through Denise gasped in shock, eyes widened. The room was lined with cages of naked women, stacked five high in some places. Every woman was gagged, even though they were not making any noises anyway. Several of them had enormous dicks bobbing between their thighs. Denise couldn't help herself; she was excited....and noticeably so.
Samantha pushed her forward gently as to enter the chamber with her. "Lovely, aren't they? Please look around..."
