I stand outside my apartment sitting there waiting. Madame Web gave me complete instructions to stay outside of my apartment and wait. Which was a little weird because usually Madame would have us doing all the work visiting the client at a certain and private location. But to have a client come to me was something different.
"You are one of my favorite and special employees," Madame Web said to me, "a very special client wants to meet you. Believe me she is very special. Which is the reason why I chose you Ophelia. You're not the only one to please a woman, but you are the only one that can get them off the way no other woman or man can."
A year ago I met a male client who was over obsessive about anthromorphs. He did nothing but feel on my white fur and then he laid me down on his bed sprawled eagle. He stripped down until he was butt naked and jumped on top of me. No foreplay, no kinkiness, he didn't even take his time. He just stuck it in like my pussy was already opened to him before we met. It hurt at first, not because it was my first time but because he didn't give my coochie a chance to get wet enough for his thing to get through. And his thing was not big enough to send me into a frenzy. I felt like one of those animals that were shot and skinned and placed on the floor as a carpet for some asshole to walk on. Lucky for me, the sick perv was quick. It wasn't until I got my first call from a client that happens to be a woman. She was old and wasn't really attractive like I thought. But once we stripped down and she saw my true appearance, she started feeling me up and down on my fur. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom where she laid me down on her soft cushioned sheets. That's when everything turned weird. She started petting me. I know I am a feline anthromorph, but that shit was irritating. Then she moved her hand down my white fur and played with both my breasts. They were bigger than hers, so I figure that is why she seemed so fascinated. Even though her obsessive look was weird, I couldn't complain on how she was touching me. It felt really good. Then she moved her hand down between my furry white thighs. Brushing passed the thick patch of white fur, she found my slit. I nearly gasped at the feel of her fingers rubbing up and down between my pussy lips setting off every nerve in my body. Something I have never felt before in my entire life. To find out more things about my body, the more she rubbed my special place, the wetter I became. So wet that she knew it was easy to slip her fingers through my fleshy folds and play with the inside of my pussy walls. The feel of her strong fingers made my body twitch in ways I thought I was going through spasms or something.
"Poor little kitty," The creepy woman spoke, "no one has ever pleasured you before like this have they?"
She was right. I never felt like this before. Suddenly my body just erupted like every bullshit I was feeling broke free and came out on her fingers. The creepy woman put her wet fingers to her lips and sucked my wetness in her mouth. It looked gross but I was pleased at the same time.
I rose up getting my head close to hers and gave her one big lick across the face to thank her. The old creepy lady blushed.
"You are new to this yes?" The old creepy woman asked. "Come, I will teach you."
And I thought I was supposed to be the professional here. She took me by my furry hand and placed it between her wrinkling thighs. I was afraid at first because I thought my claws were going to cut her insides. That would have been a horror movie waiting to happen. But with careful precision and taking it slow, I was able to make the old lady moan and cry out in total ecstasy. It was fun as hell. I left with money in my hand and sexual release.
It was then that I begged Madame Web to set me up with women instead of getting fucked by undesirable men. She was skeptical at first, but after she kept getting repeated customers and how they explained how well fucked they were, I became one her best workers.
"You will wait outside of your apartment," Madame Web ordered, "there will be a limousine to come pick you up and take you to your destination. Remember, get the money first. I know you; you are a romantic with women and get soft. Remember, this maybe pleasurable to the both of you but this is still business. And you want to get paid don't you?" I nodded vehemently. "Good," she said petting me on my black hair. I don't know why she did that. She knows that's annoying, "let's get to work shall we?"
And that is how I ended up here. Many people know me in the neighborhood, but they don't know me know me. All they see is someone wearing a big, black, and long cloak with a golden, cat, mask covering my face. Some people have heard of my kind and while some (men) come up and try to flirt with me, I ignore them and walk away. They didn't try to pursue me which means they were interested in one thing and one thing only. Unless they were going to pay me for it, I was not interested.
So here I was in the middle of the night wearing the same clothing I always wear and waiting for my ride. I felt like going back inside where there was the heat. The cloak and my fur were not thick enough to shield me from the cold night breeze. But I had orders. And bills needed to be paid.
Suddenly I see a long black limousine drive up and park right in front of my apartment and right on time. The driver's side door opened and out popped a tall, slender, white man wearing a black suit and tie with a black cap on his head that every limousine driver wears. He spotted me coming close to the lengthy car as he walked around and stopped all the way down the end of the vehicle. He opened it and stood there waiting for me without saying a word.
I got in and was simply impressed with the interior of the place. There was leather, cushioned, seats lining up all along the sides of the vehicle. On the ceiling there were white, fluorescent, lights lining along the sides of the car. To my left there was champagne stuck in a bucket full of ice cubes and two champagne glasses on the side. A vehicle like this I would have thought there would be a anthromorph party in here. Or we were going to pick up more of my kind as he drove along.
"Miss," The driver spoke from the driver's side, "you are allowed to have some refreshments while we are on our way. Miss. Ruben would like her company comfortable and relaxed when we get there. So please have fun."
By myself? The driver pushed a button and a tinted window that separated the driver's side from the back seat slowly rose up and closed leaving me alone with the champagne. Like the driver requested, I took off my golden cat mask and took the champagne and one glass. I carefully unscrewed the cap and carefully poured the red liquid into the glass, just enough to test the taste of it and not a lot to accidentally spill it. It tasted cold and sharp, when it went down my throat it warmed the rest of my body. I didn't know what to expect when I get too Miss. Ruben's place, so I poured some more of the red wine just so I can relax a little. I stopped when I felt a little tipsy. I didn't want to end up drunk and meet the woman acting a fool. I put the champagne and glass back and put my golden cat mask back on feeling relaxed and stress free, just like the limo driver said I would.
I didn't bother to look outside. Maybe I should've since I was going to some place unknown and in case I needed to use some of my cat like skills in self defense to get out, I'll be able to find my way back. Hopefully. But I think the alcohol got to me to the point I didn't care. I just wanted to meet this rich bitch, get my money, and get the hell out.
Suddenly the limo started to slow down which gave me the impression that we were finally here. When it finally stopped, I heard the limo driver get out of the driver's seat and walk around the vehicle and then open the door for me to step out. When I got out I expected a small or mediocre house but I looked up and realized how wrong I was.
The place was built out of solid, tan, brick. It was probably two stories high with a lot of rectangular windows. Some big and others small. It was wider than the apartment complex I was living in. I looked behind me and I see an acre of land or garden with clean green grass nicely cut. Around the house there were flowers of all shapes, sizes, and beautiful colors. I was not staring at any normal house. I was dropped off at a mansion!
"This way ma'am," The limo driver said leading me to a nicely, wooden, decorated door.
With a key the owner must have trusted him with; the limo driver unlocked the door and opened it. He stepped aside and tilted his hat letting me know that it was nice meeting me and goodbye.
I nervously and carefully walked in looking around. The floor looked like it was made out of marble. There was a chandelier hanging up on the ceiling that lightens the whole area. Marble colored steps led up to the second floor. I didn't dare go anywhere on my own but I can tell there were more rooms than I expected.
"You like what you see?" I looked up following the voice on the second floor. A woman, more beautiful than the old hag, stood over the railing looking down at me with this cryptic smile as if she knew the answer to her own question, but was more fun for me to figure out. She walked to the side and slowly made her way down the steps. As she came closer I got a full view of her face and body. She had long, perm, dirty brown hair. Her eyes were almond brown. Her cherry red lipstick matched the dress she was wearing. She was tall but not as tall as me. The look she gave me showed seriousness, confidence, as well as beauty. "So I take it that you enjoyed your ride all the way up here?" The way she asked that question let me know that she was European, probably French. But she spoke English perfectly.
A smile spread across her face as if she has been waiting for this moment for the whole day. "Well, since you are here there is no point in standing around. Follow me."
The woman or Miss. Ruben, what I heard, turned to her left and walked off. Like she ordered I followed right behind her.
"As you know this is a very big house," Miss. Ruben continued even though I disagreed this was a house, "I know we are going to one room, but after our session in a few minutes I'll give you a welcoming tour."
Miss. Ruben led me into a room where there was one long red couch. I wasn't a specialist in furniture or anything, but something told me the texture and cushioning of the couch made it look like it was very expensive. Ahead was a fireplace with the fire burning ever so brightly. Above it was a 90 inch, flat screen, television. The biggest I have ever seen in my entire life. The fire dancing in the fireplace was the only light in the room. I looked down to see there was one big blue blanket on the white carpet floor. I guess I can figure out what the set up is about. The dark room lit up only by the fireplace. The sleeping blankets sprawled on the floor. The whole scene looked romantic. Like a room made for two human lovers. Not anthromorphs like me. But whatever floated her boat.
"I want you to stand over there." Miss. Ruben ordered sitting on her comfortable, satin, couch. I saw her reach over to the side of the couch for another bucket with a champagne bottle in ice cubes and a long sharp glass beside it. She opened the bottle and poured what looked like white wine in the glass halfway. She placed the open bottle back in the bucket and went back into her position sitting on the couch drinking her wine.
