Catfood Ep. 21 - Tryout day - Getting there
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Catfood
Catfood - Episode 21 - Tryout day - Getting there
© 2004, 2005 Nameless
I turned around. Tammy was still watching me from inside the building. She smiled and made a shushing motion with her hand, clearly she wanted me to get on with it.
I made my way down the stairs; blushing a little and stepping very carefully. With every step I took, my panties threatened to loose the fight against the tension and slip into my sex. I cringed at the thought of trying to adjust them in public. I decided that I couldn't try it unless I was absolutely sure nobody was watching me.
I really hated having to go out into public like this. Then I realized that the longer I dawdled, the longer it would be until this humiliating experience was over and I sped up as much as I dared. It wouldn't do to miss the bus and have to wait a quarter of an hour or more. The station was only a block away, but I doubted that I would reach the bus if it came just now; running was simply out of question.
I made it to the station and found that I had missed the bus by a few minutes. I wondered if Tammy had timed my departure on purpose, but if she had done it, she had been very discreet about it, I couldn't recall that she had stalled or hurried suspiciously at any time.
There were not a lot of people around, actually only one person was obviously waiting for the bus. An old lady sat on the small bench next to the sign. She looked rather decrepit with the pair of crutches leaning next to her. She looked away quickly when I turned away from the timetable towards her. I wasn't quite sure if it was disgust I saw in her eyes, but whatever she thought of me, it certainly wasn't very positive. That hurt, even if I couldn't really fault her all that much, after all, even I was disgusted by how I looked. I closed my eyes for a moment, forced myself to breathe deeply a few times and settled down to wait for the bus, looking away pointedly.
I heard her rustle through her purse and then there was a soft thud. I turned around and saw that she had dropped her wallet. The look of chagrin on her face was clear enough. I didn't doubt that picking up the dropped purse would be a major headache for her. She looked up and for a moment her eyes met mine. The pleading look on her face was unmistakable. Her lips opened as if she wanted to say something, but then she closed them again and looked away.
A flash of anger shot through me. "She can't even bring herself to ask me for help!" But as quickly as it had come, the anger passed. I looked around but nobody else was near by. It only took me a moment to make up my mind and I kneeled to pick up her wallet. I gasped when my panties finally yielded to the tension and invaded my sex.
I froze when I heard the lusty whistle from somewhere behind me and the blood shot into my muzzle. A clearly male voice called, "Cute ass!" I closed my eyes in consternation. A deep breath steadied me enough to hold out the wallet to the old woman.
She accepted the wallet and forced out a murmured, "Thank you." and then she looked away quickly. My blush intensified when I realized that my action had given her a very good at my quite erect breasts and down my cleavage.
I huffed and stood up. I turned to face the four young males who leered at me from the far side of the road. When I saw their eyes light up even more, I realized that my dress must have ridden up even higher than before. Blushing even more furious than before, I adjusted the hemline, praying that I had not been totally exposed.
I held my ground and stood still. They continued to stare at me, but after a minute or so the novelty finally seemed to wear off. One of them tipped an imaginary hat to me and called, "Thanks for the show, sweetheart." For a long moment I was so surprised I could not even breathe. Moments later they turned around and began to walk away. They did look at me over their shoulders a few times before they finally rounded the corner and disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief when they did.
There were other people in the area, if not very close, who had watched the exchange, but thankfully nobody else commented on my attire or lack thereof. I stood frozen and clutched my purse like a shield. I don't know why, but after a minute or so I turned my head towards the old woman once more. Her eyes met mine. And then she grinned and winked at me. I was still staring at her in surprise when she looked away again. I continued to stare at her while my thoughts swirled madly. I couldn't make head nor tails of whatever had happened. After a while I forced myself to look away again.
A few minutes later the bus finally came. I was dismayed to find that it was one of the few old-styled busses still in service; that I would have to climb up several rather steep steps to get in. For a moment I considered waiting for the next bus but then I decided against it. For all I knew my master-for-the-day knew exactly when I was supposed to arrive and then he would not be pleased. And I was sure Tammy would not be pleased either. Besides, I didn't fancy standing there for another quarter of an hour.
So I braved the steps. The high heels made it rather difficult to keep my balance, but I managed the stairs without a serious mishap. I don't think anybody noticed how tightly I clutched the railings. Not that anybody failed to notice me. Lusty and disgusted stares and several not-so-complimentary whispers met me. As quickly as I dared, I headed for a single chair that offered at least a minimum of privacy. I tried to pay as little attention to the other passengers as possible, but I did notice that while most females looked away very quickly, the males took much longer to avert their eyes, even if they appeared (or pretended) to be just as disgusted with the show I could not help but put on. I sat down and looked pointedly out of the window, doing my best to ignore the hostility and disgust that permeated the air. I couldn't help feeling like shit, but I think I managed not to show it too openly.
At least that part of the trip passed without any further problems. Apart from a few not-so-discreet whispers I was left alone. After a few minutes the bus pulled up at the station where I had to change lines. I got off the bus, checked the timetable and settled in for the wait.
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"Hey! Rat!"
I whirled around to face the caller and froze. In front of me stood three teenagers in ragged "tough" clothes; leather jackets studded with chrome, artfully torn jeans and combat boots. Their heads were partially shaved and one of them sported an impressive collection of piercings. I shivered in sudden fear, their looks spelled trouble; trouble with a capital "T". I forced down the instinctual raction to turn and run and glared at them. Anger and fear warred inside me.
The male on the right laughed and exclaimed "What a cheap whore!"
The third one snickered, "With that look, I bet she has to pay her customers!" All three began laughing at the joke.
My ears burned but I stood my ground. When they had calmed down somewhat, I answered in my steadiest and calmest voice "You couldn't afford me." I managed to keep my frightened squeak almost completely hidden.
They only laughed harder. After a moment I turned away from them, hoping that they would leave me alone.
Of course, it was not to be. No sooner had their laughter died down than a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn around again. The obvious leader of the pack waved a bill in front of my face and declared, "I'll give you a fiver for a blowjob. It's more than you are worth, but I'm in a good mood right now."
One of the others snickered and added, "How about 'Buy two; get one free?' We'll give you ten for doing the three of us." They all laughed again.
I looked up to meet the leader's eyes and froze in fear. One look at his face was enough to tell me that he didn't intend to take "no" for an answer.
I stammered "I..." I was still trying to think of an answer when the arrival of the bus saved me.
I twisted out of his grip and stumbled towards the opening door. As my luck would have it, it was another old bus with steep steps. I don't know if one of the males tripped me or if I was simply so badly off-balance, but I tripped over a stair and sprawled on the floor of the bus.
The three males who had accosted me had followed. They stood right behind me; in the perfect place to see everything. One of them exclaimed, "Look at that! The slut isn't even wearing panties!" They all hooted in laughter.
Blushing furiously, I scrambled to my feet and bolted for an unoccupied seat as far away from the other passengers as possible. The only positive thing was that the bus was almost empty; there were no more than five or six other people around. After staring at me for a moment, they all found something more interesting to look at. Something like the blue sky or the featureless building on the other side of the road.
I closed my eyes in almost terminal embarrassment and tried to force myself to calm down. My eyes flew open again a few moments later when someone slid into the seat next to mine. My heart almost stopped when I recognized the leader of the threesome. A whimper of terror escaped my lips. A moment later his two buddies sat down in front and behind me, pinning me into place and denying me any possibility of getting away.
The loathsome male put an arm around my shoulder and grinned down at me. I shuddered in disgust, he stank; sweat, alcohol and something that smelled suspiciously like an illegal drug assaulted my oleofactory nerves. His other hand cupped my left breast and squeezed me painfully. Before I could protest, he spoke in a deadly whisper, "We didn't finish our little chat, rat girl. I don't like it when someone just leaves without saying goodbye. Understand?" He gave my breast another painful squeeze for emphasis. I whimpered and nodded in fear. I looked around frantically, searching for help. But all the other passengers were busy looking out of the windows, one of them even hid behind the spread pages of a newspaper.
"Good." He stared at me for a moment and went on, "I made you a very generous offer. If I were you, I would think twice before I refused."
"Generous offer?" I bristled at the insult; if I had not been so frightened, I would have laughed out loud. As it was, it took me a few moments to scrape together enough courage to answer, "I can't, I already have a client today."
"Must be a real pervert to pay to fuck an animal like you. I don't care." He gave me a dangerous grin, "What the heck, I'll beat his offer." His fingers squeezed my nipple painfully until I whimpered in pain. It was all I could do to keep from crying out loud.
After an endless moment his grip loosened enough to let me gather my wits and reply, "He paid thousand dollars."
His eyes widened in surprise for a moment. Then he shook his head and his grin became feral. He released my abused breast and I breathed a sigh of relief.
My relief lasted only a moment. There was a flash of metal and his hand was back. My eyes widened in sudden terror and I almost screamed when I felt the point of a knife poke my left breast. "Make one wrong move or call for help and I'll gut you like a pig. Understood?" His voice was low and deadly, too low for any of the other passengers to make out what he was saying.
A whimper escaped my lips. I was practically paralyzed by terror, but my head nodded on its own.
"I'd much rather gut you than look at you, animal, but... One dollar. Show us a good time for one dollar and I'll let you keep your worthless hide in one piece. Well, what do you say?"
I stared at him, eyes wide with horror while my thoughts swirled madly. I wilted as I took in his face; there was not a scrap of compassion to be found, only cruelty and hatred. I looked into the eyes of death; here was someone who would kill me and enjoy every little bit of pain he could inflict on my body; someone who was bold and stupid enough to try a stunt like this in full daylight, right out in the open. I didn't think he would be able to get away with it, but it would not be a lot of comfort for me if the police caught him after he had already cut me open. I had to play along.
"Do you think anyone will help an animal like you?" I looked around morosely and shook my head in terror. All of the other passengers were looking away pointedly.
"Well? Do we have a deal?" He prodded my breast with the knife, drawing a little blood. I nodded, frightened into total submission.
"Good." He licked his lips in anticipation, "We'll get off at the next station. Don't try anything; I can stick my knife into your worthless carcass before you could take a single step. Put your arm around my waist."
I shivered in fear, but I obeyed. "See how easy that was?" He bent down and kissed me. I wanted to crawl out of my skin; his touch disgusted me so much I almost fainted.
He tweaked a nipple and laughed, "My god! I've never seen such a horny slut!" I felt his hot breath on my ear and he whispered, "Slut! Show me your cunt."
I squeaked in shock, not very loud, but surely noticeable to the other passengers. I quick glance at my tormentor's eyes told me all I needed to know. He wouldn't take no for an answer and there was no doubt he would make sure that I regretted it if I put up any resistance or forced him to repeat the command. I closed my eyes in humiliated and frightened consternation for a moment, but then I did not dare to delay any longer. My slightly trembling paws grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up as far as it would go.
It wasn't quite enough and he chided me, "Don't pretend you're shy, slut."
I gritted my teeth, lifted my rump from the chair and pulled my dress up further. I didn't stop until it cleared my navel and he commented, "Nice." I could feel the male sitting behind me lean forward to get a better view. His breath stank even worse than the leader's. I didn't have to look up to know that his other friend's eyes were already raping me. If I hadn't been so terribly afraid, I would have blushed furiously.
My tormentor's hand dropped to my crotch and touched the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs obediently. I shivered in terror when he began to feel me up. His fingers were bad, but the point of his knife was worse. I could tell that he enjoyed the way I cringed whenever he touched me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore what he was doing to me.
"Look at me." I forced myself to open my eyes again and to turn my head towards my tormentor. "Smile slut. I know you're enjoying it. Your cunt is dripping wet."
I tried to force my lips to form a smile, or at least a somewhat believable imitation of one. It wasn't easy. "Any moment now, your fingers will get really wet." I was so scared I almost lost control of my bladder when he slipped the point of his knife into my sex. I fought for control, sure that he would punish me if I did.
"I'm a little surprised that you're wearing panties." He pulled the wet cloth out of my pussy. "What a novel way of wearing them. I like it." With that he released them and they slipped back into my sex with a wet slap. For a terrifying moment I lost control of my bladder, but I regained it quickly. I prayed that he wouldn't notice a few drops. He didn't and he went on fingering me.
I was starting to sweat more than a little, something very unusual for someone of my species, and my heart beat so fast it seemed to want to hammer my ribs to pieces. An instant, an endless minute later the bus slowed down as it approached the next stop.
My captor spoke up, "We get off here. Pull your dress down." I obeyed quickly. Then he added in a much lower and much more dangerous voice, "Put your arms around me and pretend that you're my girlfriend or you'll feel what my friend here feels like." He poked my breast with the knife for emphasis and then hid the blade under his palm. Out of sight but ready to cut me open in an instant. I nodded numbly.
The bus stopped and we got up. He draped his arm over my shoulders and grabbed my left arm painfully tight. One of his buddies walked in front of us, the other one behind us, denying me any hope of escape. I didn't think that any of the passengers believed that what had happened between me and my tormentors had been only a spat between friends, but my going along allowed them to pretend that it was nothing more and absolved them of any guilt not helping me might have caused them. My brain raced, looking for a way to escape, but it came up empty again and again. I was sure that I had only one chance to try, if it didn't work, if they caught me, they would hurt me badly. If they didn't just kill me outright.
A footfall behind me caught my ear and a moment later I was thrown forward and away from my captor. I spun around and my arm was wrenched painfully before my tormentor released me. I crashed into the edge of the open door and bounced back into the interior of the bus. Luckily I did not hit my head very hard. I staggered and barely managed to catch a railing and hang on long enough to steady myself. My legs turned to rubber. I slid down onto an empty seat and turned to look what had happened.
I was surprised (and pleased) to find that two of my tormentors lay outside the bus in a tangled heap. One of the passengers had finally come to my rescue. He stunned the last one with a quick but powerful jab to the chin and shoved the staggering bully out of the bus where he promptly crashed into his buddies and knocked them down again. The driver finally did something useful; the door closed and the bus was in motion before they could get up again.
I stared at the closed door, almost unable to believe my luck. "Someone actually helped me!" My whole body started shaking and I felt hot and cold at the same time. I lifted my eyes to the male who had saved me. He was big, well muscled and wore a uniform. "A security guard!" I recognized the uniform almost instantly, "Hard Security"! I studied him for a moment and then I suddenly wondered where he had suddenly appeared from. It took me only a few moments to figure out, "He was the passenger hiding behind that newspaper!"
[Note: Hard Security Inc. is a private security provider. Their primary business is providing security for corporate customers in sensitive areas and for personal protection. While "Bonded Personnel Services" has their own security guards, they have a quick response team from Hard Security on call and they occasionally hire them when they need extra security.
While Hard Security Inc. guards do not actually have regular police powers, they are hired by the city to augment the regular police force so often that they are treated much the same as a regular cop. If anything, they are respected (and feared) even more as they are never used to patrol traffic or the like but they are only used for riot duty, to free hostages and the like. Some of their quick response teams are almost as good as army or naval special force units. In fact, it is said, that the armed forced have often protested that they hire so many of their best people. They have a very good relationship with the regular police.]
The guard made a satisfied grunt and rubbed his hands together. Then he turned to me, his eyes flashing with anger. I stared up at him, (he was almost two meters tall) relief and fear warring in my breast. Before I could say anything, he closed the distance and sat down next to me. Suddenly the anger was gone from his face and he gave me a warm smile. His voice was full and resonant, "Are you ok, Miss?"
I stared at him, shocked by the compassion that suddenly poured out from him. I tried to answer him, tried to say that I was fine, but suddenly the tension snapped and all my self-control crumbled. I started shaking like a leaf. I threw myself at him, buried my face in his chest and wrapped my arms around him and began to cry like there was no tomorrow. After a few moments he put his strong arms around me and held me like a child, murmuring sweet nothings to calm me down.
It took me a while to calm down. Twice, when I had almost stopped crying, the realization of just how close a brush with death I had had sent me back to bawling like a child. But even when I finally had my crying under control and the shivers subsided, I was loathe to leave the safety of my rescuer's strong arms. The warmth of his body, his pleasant scent, the gentle way he held me, it felt so good I simply could not bring myself to release him. But all things must come to an end.
"Miss?" He asked in his gentle voice, "I'm terribly sorry to disturb you, but I have to get off at the next station. And while I might not mind carrying you around all day, my boss would probably not approve."
His voice was so full of humor that I almost laughed out loud. Instead I sighed, gave his chest a hard squeeze and inhaled his scent one last time. Then I released him and sat back. His hands lingered on my shoulders for a moment to make sure I was steady before he removed them. I looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you. I..."
His eyes widened as he took in my face. It took me a moment to figure it out, but then my eyes dropped to his chest and my ears wilted in shame and sudden fear. My lipstick was smeared all over his chest; I had totally ruined his jacket! I looked up at him with fearful eyes, stammered "I'm... I'm sorry. Your jacket... I'm sorry, please..." and began to tremble.
He held my eyes for a moment before he looked down at his ruined jacket. After a moment he looked back at my face and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, "Don't worry, that'll wash out. Besides, I got a spare one in my locker."
Relief flooded me, "Thank you! Thank you!"
"If that's the only price for getting to rescue a fair maiden..." I giggled at that, suddenly feeling a little giddy. "Though, for the life of me, I can't fathom why you would want to wear so much makeup. I think you'd look much prettier without. You look like an Indian on the warpath; you have the lipstick smeared all over your face."
I blushed in embarrassment and my ears wilted again. I blurted out, "I don't like it either. If it was up to me, I wouldn't wear it. But my client wanted..." I trailed off, suddenly bitterly ashamed at basically admitting outright that I was a whore.
Before I could go any further, the bus began to slow down and my rescuer eased me off his leg, where I had somehow ended up, and got up. A moment later the door opened and he got out. I hurried after him without thinking. Then I remembered that I didn't even know where I was. It took me a moment to clear my head and then I was greatly relieved to find that this was actually the correct station for me to get off.
He stopped and gave me a questioning look. "This is where I get off as well. Funny coincidence, isn't it?"
"Yeah." He raised his eyebrow but let the matter drop. He pointed, "I have to go that way, where are you headed?"
"Give me a moment." I fetched the business card and read the address out loud. "Do you know where that is?"
"Sure. Follow me." He gave me a few moments to smooth down my dress while he took off his jacket and then he began to walk in the direction he had just indicated.
We walked in silence for half a block before I managed to bring myself to say something, "Thank you, Sir." He stopped and I grabbed his hand with both my paws. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You really saved my hide. I... I didn't think anyone would really help someone like me." Suddenly my eyes filled with tears.
He smiled warmly and asked, "Because you are a fur or because you are a... prostitute?"
"Ummm... well, both."
His look turned sad for a moment. "True, too many people wouldn't help you because of those reasons; too many people wouldn't help anybody they don't personally know... I don't see any reason to treat you as less than anyone else because of this, however. Once I realized that those punks were threatening you and forcing you to go along with them... whatever they were going to do to you, I simply had to help you. What you are doesn't change that in any way."
"Really?" I asked, finding it a little hard to believe. Sure, anthros are legally equal to humans, but many humans still look down on them. And a whore is almost universally despised, even by those who avail themselves to her services.
"Really." He nodded emphatically and explained, "Some of the best men on the force are furs. I can't think of anybody else I'd rather have guarding my back in a sticky situation. And most of them are just as nice people outside of the job as any regular human. So, why should I look down on them?"
"I see."
He gave my paws a gentle squeeze and went on, "And, well... it's not as if I haven't spent a pleasant time or three with one of your colleagues..." He grinned wryly, "As they say, 'it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it'. You just satisfy a need and as long as you do it legally, I'm perfectly fine with that." His eyes narrowed for a moment. "I'm sure that you are properly licensed..."
I hastened to answer the implied question, "Yes, sure." and dug my ID card out of my purse.
He accepted the card and studied it for a moment. "Oh." Somehow he seemed less than surprised to find that I was a slave. I couldn't help but feel that his surprise was feigned. "I see. Well, it looks ok to me." He returned the card.
We looked at each other for a long moment and then we resumed our walk, both of us deep in thought. We reached the end of the block and crossed the street. The next block was a small park and he stopped in the middle of the block. "This is where our ways part. I have to go that way," he pointed ahead, "while you are headed there," and he turned and pointed at the office tower right across the small park.
I stopped and looked up at him.
Suddenly his eyes widened and he pointed at my chest, "They cut you!"
I looked down and examined the cuts in my dress. There was a little blood on one of them. I looked up at my savior and smiled, "It's only a nick."
"Really?" He sounded unconvinced. He took my paws, looked deep into my eyes and asked "Are you alright, Miss? You look..." I almost giggled; he was such a gentleman, he wouldn't even say out loud that I looked terrible. I knew that I did.
The warmth of his compassion poured over me. It threatened to wash me away. "I'm a little shaken, but I'll be fine. You rescued me before they could really hurt me. Thank you, Sir." Heat began to spread from my sex. We smiled at each other for an endless moment and I suddenly I realized that I really wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me! I almost gave in to the notion, almost tried to seduce him right then and there, but then I remembered that I had a duty to perform. It was hard, but I forced myself to look away.
"I... thank you, Sir." I took one of the business cards Tammy had given me and held it out to him. "I have to... work." I nodded towards the building where I was supposed to go. "I hope I'm not already late; I can't waste any more time, but perhaps... I'd really like to thank you properly some other time. I really do." I had to stand on my toes to get my paws around his neck. I pulled him down and kissed him deeply. After a moment's surprise, he returned the kiss. When we finally parted, a little out of breath, I said, "Thank you, Sir."
He held my eyes for a long moment before he turned his attention to the card I had just given him. His voice wasn't exactly hostile, more sardonic, but suddenly I wanted to bury myself in shame, "Trying to pick up a little extra business?"
It took me a moment to answer, "I... No, I really want to thank you." In a very small voice I added, "I'd really want to... thank you. I can't guarantee that I'll be allowed to serve you for free. I don't think my owner would allow that. But I'll do what I can do to get you get a very special deal." I looked down at my paws, my ears wilted and my eyes began to fill with tears, "Please don't despise me for what I have to do."
It was a horribly long moment before he answered. He put his hands on my shoulders and I looked up at him. He smiled gently and relief washed over me, "Don't worry. I don't despise you. I have a little idea what your situation is like, Miss." He gave my shoulders a gentle and reassuring squeeze. "I'll think about your offer." He was smiling; suddenly I was sure that he was interested in me. An electric shock ran up my spine. "Bye, Miss. See you."
"Goodbye. Thank you, Sir." He gave my shoulders one last reassuring squeeze, turned around and began to walk away.
I stared after him helplessly, my eyes glued to his back; to his butt. The heat in my sex increased with every step he took, with each movement he made. He was so strong and graceful! I stood transfixed, I couldn't move; I couldn't look away until he disappeared into a doorway. I'm not sure if I breathed at all.
"Drat!" I was dripping wet and horny as hell. "Why does that have to happen now? I never had a boyfriend who made me feel anything like that! Why do I have to meet him now..." I wanted to slap myself.
I forced myself to breathe slowly and tried to put him out of my mind. "I don't even know his name!" I wasn't very successful, but after a minute I had myself under enough control to start walking again.
I cringed when I saw my reflection in a window but there was not much I could do about it now. There were smudges of lipstick all over my face. I shrugged my shoulders and resumed my advance.
End of Episode 21