Chapter 8 : Dancing Cats over Coffee!
Now for chapter 8... Still unsure on the rating...so read with caution...
Disclaimers:
I don't own anybody. Only my characters and the storyline for this fanfic. Obviously if I could own a real person, Ren would be totally and utterly MINE!!! Oh! and we would be making kittens right now instead of me writing this! Nyaaaaa!!!!! Baicha!!
Chapter 8: Dancing Cats Over Coffee
He came awake with a start, his befuddled senses slowly regaining awareness of his body as it made contact with the sofa. The room was veering rapidly before his dazed eyes, wrenching a moan from him. He rose quickly, holding his pounding head between suddenly boneless hands feeling nausea churning in his belly. Cold air kissed his lower back and thighs bringing into attention the fact that he was naked under the blankets.
“What? Where?” he queried groggily as he scanned the room without recognizing anything from the sparsely decorated area. “What am I doing sleeping butt naked on an unknown sofa, alone and hung over? What the hell happened here?” he thought eyeing the moving boxes and packing crates with distrust.
A whiff of frying bacon assaulted his senses, making bile rise in his throat. Feeling queasy, he rose on unsteady feet trying to get away from the smell. Off balance and clumsy, he tripped on the blankets pooling around his feet and he fell back on the sofa, staring at his own bewildering nakedness. Deciding to wrap a blanket around his waist before moving again, he staggered his way into the kitchen. There he found out, Sammie was the one responsible for the fetid smells.
“Good morning, Ren-san! I trust you slept well after last night’s debacle.” She commented wryly, noting her guest was looking decidedly green around the edges.
“Uh, guess so. Ew! Forgive me but… what’s that awful smell?” he shuddered, swallowing compulsively the bile that threatened to choke him.
“It’s not that bad, Ren-san! It’s just fried eggs and bacon with cheese toast. Want some?” she offered innocently as she set her plate in front of him and taking seat, she started eating while wearing a devilish grin.
Violent tremors shook his body as his beleaguered senses took another whiff of breakfast. The bile that had been threatening to suffocate him since he awoke rose to his throat with a vengeance. Eyes wide, he slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Bathroom?” he squeaked with dismay.
Sammie pointed lazily to his left “Down the hallway, second door to the left.”
With a strangled cry, he sprinted desperately. ‘If I don’t get to there soon I’m going to disgrace myself in front of these people.’ He pushed the door open abruptly, hitting someone on the other side.
Dimly realizing he must have hit Joyce again, he kept on going given the urgency of his plight, distantly registering her cries of pain as she sat on the toilet seat holding her nose. Full of distress, he turned and hurled into the tub; retching helplessly as Joyce’s cries echoed in his mind. ‘Not again! Jesus! I am sorry, little cat!’
Sammie was well into her breakfast when she felt the door slam against flesh and heard somebody cry out in pain, followed by deep retching sounds. It was then she remembered Joyce had entered the bathroom a few minutes earlier. She hastened to reach the bathroom, nervously anticipating the sight that would greet her once she got there.
Joyce was wailing deeply, holding her nose as she sat on the toilet seat with only a bathrobe for covering. ‘Its coming undone, Joy’ she noted disconnectedly. On the other side, Ren was half inside the tub, retching helplessly as his body tried vainly to rid itself of the excess alcohol still running in his veins.
‘Damn! I cleaned the bathroom only yesterday! Now its filthy again!’ she groaned deeply inside her throat. When she made a gesture to enter the bathroom, a startled Joyce cringed and started to cry in earnest, mumbling something about being a good girl, and to please not to hit her anymore. ‘Is it too much to ask for her to at least be sober, huh?’
Apparently her yelps roused a lethargic Ren from his trance and as he renewed his retching on the tub, he fumbled around to open the shower full blast on himself. It was then Sammie realized his blanket had come undone long before, leaving his well-toned butt and thighs completely exposed for the world to see as it pooled around his knees.
“What happened Sammie? I heard crying and retching. What’s wrong?” Valerie queried anxiously
“Uh, its nothing! Just Ren spewing his guts and Joyce crying because he hit her again with the door, but be careful! If you don’t want to traumatize your yet-to-be-born children, I recommend you don’t take a peek. There’s one naked koneko inside.”
Valerie peeked around the door, an impudent smile on her lips as her eyes fell on the hapless koneko and Joyce.
Sammie watched with interest as Joyce slowly stopped crying upon hearing Valerie’s comments regarding Ren’s naked ass. She soon forgot about her pain, falling into a sort of trance looking at him. Sammie laughed mockingly when she heard Joyce mew, as the clenching and unclenching of his muscles mesmerized her while he vomited. Joyce stiffened when she realized she was not alone in enjoying the view and feigning offense, reached out for his blanket and covered him. Sammie laughed outright at that.
“Ne, Joyce! Don’t be so! We were just window-shopping! We are not buying today. That’s all yours. You can keep him.”
“Hey, why did you do that for? We were just having a bit of innocent fun! The stray is all yours after all. Make sure you give him a bath before you let him out again. Hey Sammie, do you thing Masa-kun will call today? He hasn’t called in two days, now.” she pouted worriedly.
“Valerie, you met him three days ago, four if you count today. Give the man a chance, ok?”
“But Sammie, I like him! He has to call or I will be, uh, very offended when he finally does!”
“Stop the drama and get dressed already. I want to be out of the door in 30 min. ok? And don’t leave off putting your shirt to the last minute! I’m not going to be late today, is that understood?”
“Yes, sergeant! Uh, but what do we do about Joyce and Ren? They are still too drunk to leave.”
“We’ll feed them some coffee and toast and we’ll leave them to their own devices. I’m sure they are in too much pain to put up too much of a fight. Also, Valerie?”
“Yes” she said as she went to the kitchen to put some toast on the toaster and prepare a fresh pot of coffee.
“Don’t say a word about Ren’s car. We don’t want to set him up again, you know?”
“His car? What happened to it? Did it get stolen?” She asked with surprise.
Sighing, Sammie continued serving her breakfast. “Just don’t mention it, ok?”
“Fine. I won’t mention anything about his car being stolen” A gasp was heard on the silence that fell on the kitchen. Ren stood with a dazed look on his face, looking from one to the other as if looking for confirmation.
“My car! What happened to my car?” A distraught Ren cried from the hallway
“Nothing Ren-san!” Said Sammie reassuringly going over to him to offer some water. “Its fine! It is parked just where you left it. Don’t cry! Come here and sit so you can have a cup of coffee ok? Then you can go pick it up.” Wheedled Sammie
“But Sammie, you said the car was-” a confused Valerie started
“I said his car was safe, Valerie, safe. Go get dressed, Valerie. Now go!”
“Ok” and she left mumbling about stolen cars and lying Sammies. She slammed the door making them all jump and moan.
“Joyce, since you are not up to anything more than vegetate today, I am leaving with Valerie to continue working on the paperwork. You stay here but as soon as you are sufficiently rested you must join us at the office, ok? Same for you Ren-san.” There was no resistance from anybody, which meant they were either too tired or too drunk to care.
“You cleaned the tub already, ne?” she asked and he nodded slowly as he drank from his cup. “Good that means you’ll be taking a shower first, then it will be Joyce’s turn. Ok? Any questions?” The pair made a negative movement with their heads; both regretting the motion deeply as they caught their throbbing heads simultaneously.
When Sammie and Valerie left 45 min. later, both Ren and Joyce had already taken a bath and were lounging exhaustedly in the sofa. Ren wrapped in his blanket and Joyce fiddled with her bathrobe while Sammie’s echoing screams about being late echoed softly in their heads.
“I want to go to sleep again. I feel like shit, nya!” Ren passed a weary hand over his face.
“So do I, mew! I want to sleep too!” she agreed with a soft moan.
“At least you have your own bed! I must use the sofa” he whined.
“You can use Sammie or Valerie’s bed.” She said as she stretched with a long sigh.
“You crazy? Nya! She sniffles my scent on her bed; I’m one dead neko. Something tells me that if I do, she would neuter me and I’m not risking that!” He reclined his head backwards, feeling woozy from all the alcohol he’d had the previous night.
“But Valerie-” she insisted
“She is out of the question. She likes Masa, Masa likes me, and I don’t like them! No good pairing, nya! These things do not mix. So that only leaves the sofa or your bed. I’m not sleeping alone. Sharing is caring! Come on take pity on your fellow koneko-chan, nya!” he wheedled
“Ok, I guess. But only to sleep! I promised Sammie we would behave!”
“Sure, right now I’m too tired to try anything. But don’t look so disappointed, maybe when we awake next, ne?” he winked sassily at her. He stood up unsteadily and extended a hand to her. They went to her room, turned on the air conditioner, closed the door and got under the blankets, snug as bugs. Ren reached around himself, dazedly remembering he had a blanket he could share.
“Here Joyce, I brought my own blanket, you can use it.” He murmured completely drained, handing her a warm blanket.
“Thank you! That’s nice! It’s already warm!” with his help, she clumsily spread it over them both and promptly fell asleep.
Sometime during the morning, Joyce woke up feeling hot and cramped. Vaguely realizing the thing constraining her movements was her bathrobe, she struggled with it and took it off more asleep than awake. Feeling refreshed, she turned and went back to sleep.
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Five hours later, Joyce awakened slowly, almost against her will. She was snuggling comfortably against her pillow, relishing its firm softness and clean musky smell.
‘I should really thank Val or Sammie for switching laundry brands! This smells so good!’ she thought softly nuzzling her face against it, relishing the sensual smell.
She burrowed deeper to her full body pillow, lazily crossing a leg over it, drawing it closer to herself. Purring, she ran a hand over it, marveling sensuously at its softness and suppleness. To her credit, she found it harder and warmer in places where it had no right to be. Still unwilling to open her eyes, she frowned when she realized her pillow had what sounded like a heartbeat, steady and strong. Her hand explored her pillow’s edges fully expecting to find fabric, but instead finding what felt like warm, silky smooth skin.
The skin rippled lightly under her hand. It was attached to an arm, ‘Somebody’s right arm is in my bed.’ she thought stupidly, stupor blunting the alarm she knew she should be feeling. The attached right hand crossed over her body skillfully, exploring sleepily, soothingly almost. Down it went around her hip, over her thigh to hook firmly around her knee and pull her tighter against that part of him that was starting to clamor for attention. Unconsciously, he flexed sensually against her and heaved a deep, contented sigh, still asleep.
Eyes tightly closed, she froze and stiffened when she felt something hot start to harden near her belly. ‘What. Is. Going. On. Here! What am I doing sleeping on top of a man?’ she screamed inside her mind, adrenaline starting to kick in.
“Hey, Yami! Stop it! Nya, that tickles!” a male voice mumbled sleepily from the vicinity of her head. A calloused left hand caressed her hair clumsily, then fell on and continued down her back in one long, sinuous stroke. The hand stopped, lifted and patted her butt cheek.
“Yami, what happened to your hair, nya?” Joyce could hear the frown on his voice as he became conscious of their intertwined limbs, of the fact that both bodies were naked under the blankets. She didn’t dare to breathe. She wanted the bed to swallow her alive. She was sleeping with an unknown male in her bed, naked and she couldn’t remember anything more than drinking with LiNCLOVER, Nao and Yuri leaving later that night and R-
‘No, it cant be! No way this is the midget! No way!’ she gasped, still without making a sound. The male under her stiffened, his mental process a copy of her own.
Opening their eyes simultaneously, both screamed “No way in hell!” looking at each other and falling off the bed in a tangle of limbs. Lightning fast, Joyce stood in a flurry of blankets and jumped right into bed again leaving Ren trying wildly to cover himself up. He opted for hunkering down by the side of the bed, his strawberry blond hair the only thing she could see from her side of the bed. She started screeching for him to leave her bedroom immediately.
“I am not dying to stay here, believe me! I just need my clothes!” his red hair waving comically as he showed himself enough for her to see his eyes.
He was positively glowering.
“Oh, my God! Its true! I slept with the menace! I can’t believe it! I don’t feel any different but it seems I fucking slept with the menace! My God!” she cried despairingly
“I’m not worried about the sleeping part, just about the fucking part. Couldn’t you choose somebody else? I feel so used, nya!” he was busy, rubbing the goose bumps from his arms and legs. His groin still felt tight from being near a warm woman. ‘What the Hell! You traitor! Go to sleep! Show more respect! She hates us and moreover I don’t like her! So behave! Fucking morning erections!’ He was arguing so intensely with his own dick, he didn’t catch her next words to him.
“I wouldn’t consciously do something like this! I’m not that kind of woman!” she stated clearly offended as she buried deeper inside her nest of blankets.
“Neither am I. This shouldn’t have happened! You did something to me, woman, I know it! It’s your fault I’m here getting goose bumps! Do you always drug your date’s drinks to get them to bed you?” He asked brutally and straightened. Nakedness forgotten in his fury, he showed her his well-toned chest and abs. Despite her anger, she was finding it really hard not to ogle him and that made her angrier.
“You were not my date! I don’t know why are you here but I didn’t invite you in.” she ended halfheartedly.
“This is your apartment, this is your room, this is your bed, and these are your blankets. Ergo, it is your fault. I was seduced by a Gaijin cat!” he finished as he mewed dramatically.
“Stop acting like an outraged virgin, damn it! I’m the one with the most to loose. I could get pregnant or an STD or worse! I don’t know where you usually put your thingy!” she quarreled fiercely, grabbing fistfuls of her blankets.
“What! I don’t want any child of mine to have a mother like you, neko rapist! And for the record, I’m clean, very clean; squeaky clean! …” pregnant pause “Are you?”
She sputtered enraged “It would serve you right if I wasn’t! But I am, you hentai beast! You hear, clean! It’s not like I could bed the male population of Tokyo in 4 days, you know? That takes time and you took care of my sex appeal the same day I arrived, baka neko! Before that I was pristine, ok! And I’m not a neko rapist!” she finished heatedly.
“Yes you are! I can prove it! I’m a neko and you raped me! How can I keep on living after this? Yesterday, I was a happy go-lucky neko with a shiny future before him. Today I feel dirty, used, and it’s all thanks to you!” he whined tragically
“I’m not that sure we did anything, because I don’t remember anything. Also, my body does not remember anything. Every thing seems clean. I feel and smell clean, you smell clean, the room smells clean and that means either you are the worst lay in the world or nothing happened!” she retorted hotly
“Then nothing happened! Good! Now gimme my clothes, nya!”
“I don’t know where they are. Where did you put them last night?”
“I don’t remember! Hey Nya, I’m getting my ass frozen here. Give me a blanket or something!” he made as if to grab a blanket from her ample nest and she hit his hand.
“Get out of my bedroom and you won’t freeze. Simple!” she reasoned
“And let you see my ass, no way!” he grumbled
“Its nothing I haven’t seen before! Every one has one! So, out I said! Go!”
“No, give me something to cover myself with!” he claimed insistently
“Such a big baby! Stand up and leave, damn you! Aren’t you a man! It’s only natural. We are not born with clothes on, it’s only a body, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of! You stupid idiot” she responded irately
“Oh really? Then why are you covering yourself so? If you are so big in nature, why don’t you give me all the blankets and stand proudly on your Eve suit? Why do you insist in covering a body you claim I already know intimately? What was that? I can’t hear you! No! Thought not, you big hypocrite!” he said mockingly “I’m dying to leave but unlike you I still possess a hefty dose of self-respect. It’s quite simple, you give me a blanket, I leave. Or maybe you are waiting for me to take it forcefully. I’m up to the task if that’s what you want!” He replied callously pushing against the mattress to stand.
“Just who do you think you are talking to me that way and calling me a hypocrite? Huh? You want an excuse to see my Eve suit? No need to argue further, just ask! Anything to have you out of my hair!” Impossibly offended, she stood deliberately on the bed, shame and nakedness forgotten in her anger.
Extending her arms, she turned around slowly to better display her body. He stood up slowly, flushing madly to the top of his ears but unable to tear his eyes from the riveting sight she presented. His brain registered her jaunty breasts, capped by dusty rose nipples, her milky white skin, her hourglass figure, her pale thighs and tight ass. Only her scathing voice shook him from his reverie.
“How’s that for pride? Are you happy now? Looked your fill? Take your sheet and leave, mother fucker!” Joyce spat as she selected a blanket and threw it at him with everything she had. She let herself fall on the bed again; her arms crossed over her breasts and averted her eyes so he could leave as quickly as possible.
Ren left Joyce’s room feeling flushed and confused. He hated not remembering anything at all from last night. And he hated giving her another reason to think badly of him even more. He wasn’t sure why but she rubbed him the wrong way. Somehow she’d gotten under his skin and that felt weird. He went as far as the living room looking for his clothes. He found them on top of a chair just beside the sofa with a note from Sammie.
“Ren, I took the liberty to clean your clothes as they were strewn all over the place after last night’s strip tease. By the way, have you ever considered going professional with that? It was beyond description. Anyway, there’s food on the fridge if you can bear to eat some. Also, call the police because your car is missing. Your cell phone, keys and wallet are on the table by the door. Have a wonderful day and see you at work!
Sammie
Ps: don’t go opening any doors near Joyce, Ok. Bye-Bye”
Ren could feel blood rushing thru his ears as he read and re-read Sammie’s note. ‘What in hell did I do last night? A strip tease for the girls? They saw me naked? So that’s why Joyce was talking about natural men! It’s not fair! I know I didn’t get anything for it!’ He was beyond embarrassed, he wanted the earth to open and swallow him up. ‘I’m small enough to merit only a small quake. Just want to disappear, please! How could I be so dumb! How can I face them now! They saw my ass and obviously were not impressed!’ He dressed quickly, noticing the ripped buttonholes of his checkered shirt, the missing buttons and stretched t-shirt.
He couldn’t even start to guess what he’d done last night. ‘Must have been pretty wild if Sammie-san suggested something like that!’ he thought with a hot blush. He put his coat on, picked his stuff from where it stood on the table and left immediately, stopping only to say goodbye from the door.
A dark head peeked over the door, making sure he had left for good. “Finally! He’s gone! I was ready 10 minutes ago, but there was no way I was coming out of my room to face him.” Joyce grumbled. Taking the time for a cup of coffee, she finished getting ready to leave. Picking up her purse, she glanced at her reflection on the hallway mirror and left.
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Ren hailed a cab from the sidewalk, anxious to be on his way not wanting to share his taxi with HER. Wondering if Sammie was joking about his car, he rang Nao and asked him about it, before letting him talk.
“I’m on my way there, I just wanted to ask you about my car. It was parked in front of the fence by the entrance yesterday. Is it still there? Because if it is I’m going to detour to kill someone.”
“Yuri’s been asking about you for the past half hour. She’ll be glad to know you are on your way here. She’s PMS-ing so brace yourself. Let me check. Your car, your car, red car... Hey, why are you asking for your car? Aren’t you in it?”
“If I were, would I be asking about it? nya? Just check!” he replied testily
“Ok, ok, I’m checking don’t get all upset!”
He could hear voices on the background too indistinct to gather the meaning of their words. His taxi driver was on catnip apparently or Valium he was driving too slowly for his taste.
“Can’t you hurry up, nya? I need to get there today! Preferably before 6pm!”
The driver kept on driving unconcernedly, making him bite his nails and curse under his breath. He looked outside the window trying to distract his mind away from his car.
“Ren? Nao here”
“Don’t tell me! Last I checked I was talking to you, so of course its you! Is she there?”
“Nope! Although the guard said something about a Red yakuza car being picked up by the police’s towing service. Something about it being illegally parked. Sounds like your car was towed. So call the police.”
“Kuso! Ok, Nao, thanks! I’ll call back later.” He hung up without waiting for confirmation. Immediately he called the police and asked about a red car that was towed yesterday afternoon. The police wasn’t precisely helpful but after waiting quite a while, they confirmed his car’s whereabouts. It was in the car lot on the police station. They towed it because it was illegally parked and a fee must be paid before picking it up. The police station was an hour away from the studio. He’d have to ask Nao to take him there, as Yuri wouldn’t cooperate given her actual sentiments regarding him ‘Damn PMS! She’s worse than HIM when she wants to be!’
It took the taxi driver an hour to get him to the studio. By the time he got out of the car, he was fuming through his mouth trying not to strangle the indifferent cabbie. Yuri waited for him, inside the studio, a menacing smile on her mouth. When she saw his countenance she changed her mind. He looked like a rabid dog. ‘Better let sleeping dogs lie for the time being.’ She thought and led the way to the recording studio. She passed by Nao, who was buying strawberry juice in the break room. Ren detoured in his direction.
“Hey Nao, do you think you could drop me off at the police station? My car is there.”
“Sure thing, man! No problem! Your bass is already on the recording room. So we are ready to roll whenever you are!” he said simply
“Thanks! I owe you one! I’ve had a hell of a morning! Imaging waking up disoriented, without having an idea of what you did last night, beside a naked… mmm, anyway it was terrible!”
“Don’t you say? Really? Ne, Ren? Aren’t those the same clothes you had on yesterday? What happened? I know I woke up with a bitching mother of a hangover this morning but you stayed at the bar with the production team. At least that’s what Yuri-san said. So?” queried Nao provokingly, completely unaware of Ren’s mood.
“So what? At least it’s clean.” He answered defensively.
“Yeah, but just what happened to you? No car, yesterday’s clothes, no buttons, waking up disoriented, no memory, why? Last I remember you were drinking with the gaijin girls. Yuri told me you stayed with them after we left because you were getting cheeky, so…” there was a pregnant pause as it quickly dawned on Nao what must have happened “Oh My God! You sneaky cat! You bedded one of them, didn’t you! That’s fast, even for you!” He punched Ren’s back amicably, apparently not noticing the stiffness on Ren’s back.
“Who was she? The big breasted one? Or the one with the gorgeous legs and cute ass? No, wait! I know! It was the tall one, Rivendale-san, right? Yesterday both of you were acting quite strange… It had to be the attraction you felt for each other. Yes! That was it!” Ren was starting to understand why Yami always looked so pissed when he made the same questions. They were offensive and made him feel dirty. ‘I’m sorry Yami! I promise not to do it again!’
“Ren! Are you reliving last night? Come on man! Tell me! I want to know what happened! Don’t be selfish!” he teased insistently.
“Would you shut the fuck up? I felt no attraction whatsoever! We didn’t do anything at all in her apartment! I don’t know what you are talking about! Let me be!” he grouched.
“Chill out, man! I’m just joking, you know? Although you can’t deny the hot looks she was throwing your way or the intense way you reacted to her comments, isn’t it true? Little door?” he said irritatingly.
“Get off my case if you don’t want me to show you the little door! I broke her nose so I can easily break yours too! At least she was an accident, you wouldn’t be!” he threatened.
“So, that was it! You accidentally slammed her face with a door! Bad neko! And to top it off, you went and bedded her! Right?” he insisted
“Aren’t we supposed to be recording Temptation?”
“Yes, we must be, seeing as you are no good at resisting it. Come on, Ren-chan. Let’s record the song. Then you can sing it to Rivendale-san”
Ren stopped sharply upon hearing Nao’s words, glaring in disbelief at his friends retreating back. ‘I practically told him everything! Now he won’t let up with the teasing! It’s the karaoke incident all over again! No! I’ll kill him first.’ He thought remembering the time they’d been celebrating the end of the Kagen no Tsuki Tour, just after a LiNCLOVER presentation. They were at a karaoke bar; he’d gotten quite drunk and had started to do the Nya-nyan kyo dance imitating Gackt using a lampshade as a hat. He then proceeded to do his Fragrance imitation with licked microphone and all, followed by a lusty rendition of Speed Master, humping the air and harassing Nao, Yuri and the sofa, very Gackt-like. That was three years ago and still Nao remembered, reminding him every time he could. ‘I could kick myself for giving him new ammunition!’ Yuri called him inside to start recording, and he went unwillingly; knowing his torture wouldn’t end there since Nao would be taking him to pick up his car.
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Nearly half an hour after leaving home, she found herself a taxi to take her to the office. It was really cold that day and she was thankful for her coat, but still ‘He should have had the decency to wait for me! I saw him getting into his cab unconcernedly, the rat! But it’s better off that way…I wouldn’t have wanted to share a taxi with him even if that meant walking to the office. So…’ She exhaled noisily as she got off the cab. At least there was almost no traffic compared to how it got during the early morning. Sammie and Valerie were there already, going busily about their duties, the first calling people, making contacts and checking presentations while the second was intently preparing layouts and choosing fabric and colors for their projects. They were here to oversee every facet of establishing their new subsidiary in Japan: from Marketing to Public Relations. In fact, they were the skeleton crew for the operations right now. Theirs was a rapidly growing company but it was still very small when compared to the other sharks out there. They were expected to hire Japanese personnel to handle all they couldn’t. She had personally requested she be allowed to hire her people on her own. She wanted to hand pick the very best there was for her office. She wanted to know them personally not just as the secretary from Art, like she’d been. That was her key to success: a personal touch, very hands on.
The first stage crew had left just yesterday after setting the office. ‘I’ve been in Japan 4 days only and already I have been on sick leave once and today I’m late! If this keeps up, I will have to ask Sammie or Val to write me a memo! I hate you more every day, Ren-san of LiNCLOVER!’ She grimaced and stopped thinking about him as she entered her office, settled her stuff on her desk and prepared for the day ahead of her. She felt dreadful, her eyes were gritty under the white lights, her brain lining was fried and her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. Her nose thrumming lightly was just an added bonus, but what a bonus! She knew work wasn’t going to be extremely productive today feeling like she did but still she forged on ahead. She tried to submerge herself in her ‘to do’ list, working compulsively until she couldn’t find something she needed: an office memo. Reaching for her phone, she rang Sammie.
“Hey, Sammie! Do you know where the Media memo is? Mew? The one about the merger? I need the brochure to be included with the official press package and I can’t find it anywhere in this mess.” She said distractedly, patting her desk absently.
“Hello to you too, Joyce! Nice seeing you arrive and ignore us mortals for the last 2 hours. You’re looking for the Media Memo, right? I have it but I’ll bring it over, ok?” Finished Sammie briskly. Joyce realized her hangover was about to do her in so she looked around inside her cabinet and extracted her first aid kit to fish for an aspirin.
“How was your morning?” Sammie asked pointedly as she entered Joyce’s office.
“Don’t start now please! It was horrible! I will have nightmares for the rest of my life!” she took out two tablets of aspirin and downed them with some water.
“If you think your morning was horrible you should have seen my night! How was Ren this morning if I may ask? Happy?” she grinned when she saw color suffuse Joyce’s cheeks. Valerie stuck her head inside the room attracted by Sammie’s laughter.
“Hi, everybody! How is our porn star wannabe doing this morning?” she asked genially
“It’s not what you think! I don’t know what he was doing in my bed this afternoon, Sammie. I swear he entered the apartment on his own. Ren is a stalker, we must report him.” She stated desperately
“What are you talking about? He’s no stalker! We invited him in remember! We brought him with us into the apartment last night. Don’t you remember anything, Joyce?” Valerie queried confused
“I don’t know, nya. Everything is so hazy! I’m so ashamed! I don’t even remember bedding him last night!” she whimpered weakly
“You wanted to but didn’t Joyce, I made sure of it!” soothed Sammie
“But it didn’t work, did it? This afternoon we woke up in my bed completely naked! Furthermore, I was using him as a pillow and he thought I was this Yami person!”
“Oh, Joyce! You really are terrible! You bedded him after all? I thought you were too tired to bed him after this morning’s hangover! I want your stamina!” Valerie teased
“This morning? I was asleep this morning!”
“No dear, you stumbled blearily into the bathroom at 7 am sharp, looking like hell. Few minutes later, Ren appeared with blanket around his waist. He slept on the sofa. You slept in your bed. When we left both were recently showered, half asleep on the sofa. Guess you moved to your bedroom sometime during the morning hours because that’s the only logic step. Even for two mostly drunk people, right Sammie?” Valerie looked at her for confirmation.
“So our Joyce ended up in bed with the Nose-breaker! How is he? Was he any good?” Valerie asked perversely as Joyce moaned with embarrassment.
“If you think that’s bad, think again! Hold on to your skirt dearest! I have yet to tell you about your adventures last night! You naughty cat!” drawled Sammie relishing her vengeance.
“Did you know you have an uncommon way of detesting people, Joyce? Its quite interesting, ne Val?” she purred delighting in torturing her friend.
“Oh, yes my dear! Quite interesting! Especially when she hurls her bra at you to then tease him with her scarf.” She laughed while Sammie smiled “You should have seen Sammie’s face when you did that, Joy! And in front of Ren no less! But don’t worry dear he was also naked, I believe! Although I can’t say much about it, because I was so drunk I was falling asleep where I stood. Man, were you drunk last night!” she hooted. Joyce felt faint upon hearing her friend’s words. She got up quickly to close the door to her
office.
“How many times have I told you acid is not good for your brain? It will rot!” when she saw neither of them react as usual she started to get scared, “You are tripping, Val. right? Sammie tell her she’s lying!” she laughed desperately.
“Poor dear! I’m sorry! But she’s telling the truth! And it gets worse!” Sammie drawled softly.
“There’s more? I just remember her undressing in the elevator, happily following Ren’s suggestions. Then they started running happily through the corridor and throwing clothes this way and that. We were busily picking up clothes, you were screaming at them to stop and they were laughing madly. Then we got inside the apartment and I think they left together towards the living room both completely naked. You slapped me and told me to bring Ren bedclothes, and then I went to bed. Right? Isn’t that all?” asked Valerie with surprise, her eyes catching the look of horror in Joyce’s face.
“Oh, you forgot most of it, did you, Val? Not surprising as you were sleeping on your feet again. But there is much more to tell!” said Sammie with relish
“Oh God! I don’t want to know anything else, Sammie! Please I can’t bear it as it is!” Cried Joyce, hand fanning her beet red face.
“Well, regretfully you will have to as it’s bound to happen again! You’ve liked him enough to bed him not once but twice! And its not one sided, Joyce! He was with you all the way there.” Sammie contended.
“Impossible!” she cried voice full of disbelief.
“Impossible?” she scoffed “you were so drunk last night, Joyce, your anger turned into lust! You almost fucked each other inside the taxi with Valerie sleeping beside you! But it all started in the bar, dearest! After Nao and Yuri left, you two became bosom buddies, soul mates almost. It was so cute I was tickled pink! I thought it was a natural thing given the heat you two gave off whenever you were together.”
Joyce stammered frantically trying to negate the facts but Sammie silenced her with a look.
“When I returned with the last drinks and Valerie’s coffee, which she didn’t drink because she was dead to the world, your heads were together conspiratorially. I handed each a drink and went to wake Val. I heard my name and when I looked, you were really close, so close you couldn’t fit a presentation card between you two. You were playing with your drinks. You first, then Ren, each one of you took up your drinks, drank from them and passed them to the other. The other in turn licked the glass on the exact same spot the other had drunk and tasted the drink. Then you got closer, presumably to kiss when Valerie snorted, making you separate.”
“Really! Joyce, you are really terrible! Last night you called me a Gigolo whore and Sammie a faggot lover! It serves you right!” Val snickered coyly “Wait until I tell Masa-kun the news about his naughty little friend and my naughty tall friend.”
“What about us?” she inquired
“That you’ll soon be making kittens… Sammie, we have to look around for people interested in adopting a cat! Or think up ways to prevent her from becoming pregnant in the first place, ne? Joyce, what’s your opinion on spaying?” She sidled up along the desk, talking a-mile-a-minute to a distracted Joyce while taking a surreptitious hold of the phone. Sammie laughed loudly. If possible, Joyce got even redder.
“Wait Valerie! Leave that phone alone! I’m not giving you an excuse to go calling Masa. He must call you first! And I’m not done yet!” said Sammie smiling knowingly at a deflated Valerie.
“More? No please! Shoot me now! Take me off my misery!” Joyce said utterly mortified
“There’s more honey! After that, it was like you were a newly wedded couple, so sweet I felt my teeth rotting! If that happens you are to blame, ne?” Sammie finished coyly. “As I was saying, you started kissing him on the cab and it got so bad I had to intervene! Then when we found out his car was stolen, he started bawling like a baby and you-”
“His car was stolen?” asked Joyce feeling a flicker of memory return “He was crying because it was stolen, bawling like a baby… and I was consoling him! And hugging him against me, his face was buried in my chest. Oh God, it is true!” she paled visibly as she started to remember last night blurrily, as if from a distance. She saw herself playing with Ren’s glass, playing Tit for Tat, and almost kissing him. Could see herself in the taxi, first kissing him, relishing his taste and hungering for more, then a while later, consoling a distraught Ren, feeling both protective and aroused. She had faint memories of a pair of hot dark eyes, taunting, provoking, branding her skin with a look, daring her to undress and play. More importantly, she remembered herself responding willingly to his invitation.
She stood slowly and walked to the windows, with their breathtaking view of Tokyo city’s high-rises. If she could remember these things hazily then all Sammie said was true! She had really kissed the neko, ran around naked and gone to bed with him. ‘Do not forget you stood up naked in front of him also! Apparently, the only thing I didn’t do was screw him! Thank God! Stop the press! What am I thinking! This is terrible! Mmrow!’ She looked dazedly at her friends, who were conversing animatedly, still discussing last night’s debacle. They were laughing at her misfortune!
‘What will Ren-san think of me now? This is not good for our professional relationship! What should I do!’ She had worked herself up to a fevered pitch, almost to the point of tears, when the arms of both Sammie and Valerie surrounded her in a fierce group hug. The floodgates opened and she burst into tears.
“There, there Joyce! It’s not so bad! Maybe he doesn’t remember! You didn’t either until Sammie reminded you!” reasoned Valerie
“And I’m not planning on doing so, although I wrote him a note telling him he should consider taking up strip tease as a second profession!” they both laughed thinking about that possibility. Joyce laughed along with them, feeling oddly hollow inside. ‘The problem is that I can see him doing it, and at the same time I see myself paying for a center front row seat to watch him dance! God! They must not know this! I’m so ashamed of myself!’
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Later in the afternoon, they took a break from recording to stretch a bit and eat something. Ren went to the bathroom to wash his face, Nao was taking him to pick up his car, but first they had to go through a few more hours of practice. Something was off today, making recording anything impossible. That was the reason their practice session was more stressful than usual. He knew it was his fault; his mind was not on his playing but on waking up naked beside Joyce; lying with her smeared all over his body, as her legs nuzzled him.
It was hard playing an instrument with a raging hard-on, which inevitably happened any time the image of a naked Joyce crossed his mind’s eye as he’d seen her last, flaunting her body proudly,eyes flashing while she stood angrily on the bed. Couple that and the things he half-remembered throughout the rest of the day and you had one horny koneko-chan.
His feeble recollections alone were enough to either give him a hard-on, which he covered with repeated coughing fits bringing Yuri’s PMS-ic frowns over his head, or stealing his breath away as he skipped bars or fell behind in tempo. Musings of a husky, teasing voice; a pair of sweet smelling breasts flooded his senses with a warm musky scent; lush soft lips kissing his fevered brow and firm hands stroking his chest overwhelmed his mind.
‘Ah, Kami-sama! What happened last night? These half cooked memories are driving me nuts!’ He hated missing notes. Normally, he never did because when he played he was possessed by his music but not today it seemed. Today it appeared he’d missed more notes than ever before. Everyone noticed this specially Nao and Yuri, but didn’t say a word, repeating tirelessly until it was fine. That angered him and puzzled him even more, fracturing his already shot concentration.
He splashed cold water on his face, shivering from the cold, but willing to bear it if it restored him somewhat. Blindly, he searched for a paper towel to dry his face with, and not finding any, he patted his coat pockets. His groping hands detected something and, reaching inside, he pulled out a white silk scarf. ‘What the fuck? What’s this doing in my coat pocket? It’s just like the one Rivendale-san had on yesterday.’
Another image sprung into his mind as he looked at himself in the mirror. Indistinctly, he saw a perfectly female naked back, hands removing her bra and throwing it coyly in his direction. He could hear provocative laughter as she turned, a naughty smile crossing her half turned face upon noticing his reaction to a white scrap of fabric covering the all-important breasts. He could only see the outline of her nipples through the sheer fabric and he wanted to see everything, to touch everything! Not fair!! He let out a mew of protest. She was teasing him!
His eyes went in search of her face to tell her just that, and were blown away by Joyce’s feisty smile. Now that got his attention! Until now he hadn’t been able to remember the strip tease Sammie mentioned but he did remember undressing in a hallway, of all places, laughing and running with someone who was just as naked as he. Someone with soft, warm skin and rich laughter. Apparently that someone was Joyce herself! If he joined that flash back with his musings of a cab where he was busily making out with a hot chick, pressing his face against a soft pair of tits and coupled those with the ones of tickling naughtily a hot willing female body; and then attached that to the ones at the bar where he was busily thinking of kissing a tempting pair of lips then he was in some deep shit all right! It seemed that he’d been about to screw his new boss and somebody had intervened, therefore saving his neck!
Evidently his body wanted her and didn’t even bother to ask him if he liked her! His mind still struggled to accept the truth his body realized. He had no way of confirming her identity, short of getting her naked or asking directly, neither of which he was doing any time soon! He wasn’t looking forward to facing her but he had to learn to live with last night's actions.
He only hoped she wouldn’t be intruding in his dreams, hot body or not. He was not one to be crying over spilt milk but it went against his grain to be walking around stiff as a poker over someone as repressed as Joyce.
... There! Hope you liked!
This is Chapter 7: Free Drinks and a Stolen Car
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/11328.html
This is Chapter 6: Rehearsal Blues
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/10643.html
This is Chapter 5: Neutered Cats and Singing Birds
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/9593.html
This is Chapter 4: Strays and Broken Noses
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/8619.html
This is Chapter 3: A Sexy Witch Hunt
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/7776.html
This is chapter 2: A Study in Make Believe
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/5282.html
This is chapter 1: Music and Beer
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/3026.html
Disclaimers:
I don't own anybody. Only my characters and the storyline for this fanfic. Obviously if I could own a real person, Ren would be totally and utterly MINE!!! Oh! and we would be making kittens right now instead of me writing this! Nyaaaaa!!!!! Baicha!!
Chapter 8: Dancing Cats Over Coffee
He came awake with a start, his befuddled senses slowly regaining awareness of his body as it made contact with the sofa. The room was veering rapidly before his dazed eyes, wrenching a moan from him. He rose quickly, holding his pounding head between suddenly boneless hands feeling nausea churning in his belly. Cold air kissed his lower back and thighs bringing into attention the fact that he was naked under the blankets.
“What? Where?” he queried groggily as he scanned the room without recognizing anything from the sparsely decorated area. “What am I doing sleeping butt naked on an unknown sofa, alone and hung over? What the hell happened here?” he thought eyeing the moving boxes and packing crates with distrust.
A whiff of frying bacon assaulted his senses, making bile rise in his throat. Feeling queasy, he rose on unsteady feet trying to get away from the smell. Off balance and clumsy, he tripped on the blankets pooling around his feet and he fell back on the sofa, staring at his own bewildering nakedness. Deciding to wrap a blanket around his waist before moving again, he staggered his way into the kitchen. There he found out, Sammie was the one responsible for the fetid smells.
“Good morning, Ren-san! I trust you slept well after last night’s debacle.” She commented wryly, noting her guest was looking decidedly green around the edges.
“Uh, guess so. Ew! Forgive me but… what’s that awful smell?” he shuddered, swallowing compulsively the bile that threatened to choke him.
“It’s not that bad, Ren-san! It’s just fried eggs and bacon with cheese toast. Want some?” she offered innocently as she set her plate in front of him and taking seat, she started eating while wearing a devilish grin.
Violent tremors shook his body as his beleaguered senses took another whiff of breakfast. The bile that had been threatening to suffocate him since he awoke rose to his throat with a vengeance. Eyes wide, he slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Bathroom?” he squeaked with dismay.
Sammie pointed lazily to his left “Down the hallway, second door to the left.”
With a strangled cry, he sprinted desperately. ‘If I don’t get to there soon I’m going to disgrace myself in front of these people.’ He pushed the door open abruptly, hitting someone on the other side.
Dimly realizing he must have hit Joyce again, he kept on going given the urgency of his plight, distantly registering her cries of pain as she sat on the toilet seat holding her nose. Full of distress, he turned and hurled into the tub; retching helplessly as Joyce’s cries echoed in his mind. ‘Not again! Jesus! I am sorry, little cat!’
Sammie was well into her breakfast when she felt the door slam against flesh and heard somebody cry out in pain, followed by deep retching sounds. It was then she remembered Joyce had entered the bathroom a few minutes earlier. She hastened to reach the bathroom, nervously anticipating the sight that would greet her once she got there.
Joyce was wailing deeply, holding her nose as she sat on the toilet seat with only a bathrobe for covering. ‘Its coming undone, Joy’ she noted disconnectedly. On the other side, Ren was half inside the tub, retching helplessly as his body tried vainly to rid itself of the excess alcohol still running in his veins.
‘Damn! I cleaned the bathroom only yesterday! Now its filthy again!’ she groaned deeply inside her throat. When she made a gesture to enter the bathroom, a startled Joyce cringed and started to cry in earnest, mumbling something about being a good girl, and to please not to hit her anymore. ‘Is it too much to ask for her to at least be sober, huh?’
Apparently her yelps roused a lethargic Ren from his trance and as he renewed his retching on the tub, he fumbled around to open the shower full blast on himself. It was then Sammie realized his blanket had come undone long before, leaving his well-toned butt and thighs completely exposed for the world to see as it pooled around his knees.
“What happened Sammie? I heard crying and retching. What’s wrong?” Valerie queried anxiously
“Uh, its nothing! Just Ren spewing his guts and Joyce crying because he hit her again with the door, but be careful! If you don’t want to traumatize your yet-to-be-born children, I recommend you don’t take a peek. There’s one naked koneko inside.”
Valerie peeked around the door, an impudent smile on her lips as her eyes fell on the hapless koneko and Joyce.
Sammie watched with interest as Joyce slowly stopped crying upon hearing Valerie’s comments regarding Ren’s naked ass. She soon forgot about her pain, falling into a sort of trance looking at him. Sammie laughed mockingly when she heard Joyce mew, as the clenching and unclenching of his muscles mesmerized her while he vomited. Joyce stiffened when she realized she was not alone in enjoying the view and feigning offense, reached out for his blanket and covered him. Sammie laughed outright at that.
“Ne, Joyce! Don’t be so! We were just window-shopping! We are not buying today. That’s all yours. You can keep him.”
“Hey, why did you do that for? We were just having a bit of innocent fun! The stray is all yours after all. Make sure you give him a bath before you let him out again. Hey Sammie, do you thing Masa-kun will call today? He hasn’t called in two days, now.” she pouted worriedly.
“Valerie, you met him three days ago, four if you count today. Give the man a chance, ok?”
“But Sammie, I like him! He has to call or I will be, uh, very offended when he finally does!”
“Stop the drama and get dressed already. I want to be out of the door in 30 min. ok? And don’t leave off putting your shirt to the last minute! I’m not going to be late today, is that understood?”
“Yes, sergeant! Uh, but what do we do about Joyce and Ren? They are still too drunk to leave.”
“We’ll feed them some coffee and toast and we’ll leave them to their own devices. I’m sure they are in too much pain to put up too much of a fight. Also, Valerie?”
“Yes” she said as she went to the kitchen to put some toast on the toaster and prepare a fresh pot of coffee.
“Don’t say a word about Ren’s car. We don’t want to set him up again, you know?”
“His car? What happened to it? Did it get stolen?” She asked with surprise.
Sighing, Sammie continued serving her breakfast. “Just don’t mention it, ok?”
“Fine. I won’t mention anything about his car being stolen” A gasp was heard on the silence that fell on the kitchen. Ren stood with a dazed look on his face, looking from one to the other as if looking for confirmation.
“My car! What happened to my car?” A distraught Ren cried from the hallway
“Nothing Ren-san!” Said Sammie reassuringly going over to him to offer some water. “Its fine! It is parked just where you left it. Don’t cry! Come here and sit so you can have a cup of coffee ok? Then you can go pick it up.” Wheedled Sammie
“But Sammie, you said the car was-” a confused Valerie started
“I said his car was safe, Valerie, safe. Go get dressed, Valerie. Now go!”
“Ok” and she left mumbling about stolen cars and lying Sammies. She slammed the door making them all jump and moan.
“Joyce, since you are not up to anything more than vegetate today, I am leaving with Valerie to continue working on the paperwork. You stay here but as soon as you are sufficiently rested you must join us at the office, ok? Same for you Ren-san.” There was no resistance from anybody, which meant they were either too tired or too drunk to care.
“You cleaned the tub already, ne?” she asked and he nodded slowly as he drank from his cup. “Good that means you’ll be taking a shower first, then it will be Joyce’s turn. Ok? Any questions?” The pair made a negative movement with their heads; both regretting the motion deeply as they caught their throbbing heads simultaneously.
When Sammie and Valerie left 45 min. later, both Ren and Joyce had already taken a bath and were lounging exhaustedly in the sofa. Ren wrapped in his blanket and Joyce fiddled with her bathrobe while Sammie’s echoing screams about being late echoed softly in their heads.
“I want to go to sleep again. I feel like shit, nya!” Ren passed a weary hand over his face.
“So do I, mew! I want to sleep too!” she agreed with a soft moan.
“At least you have your own bed! I must use the sofa” he whined.
“You can use Sammie or Valerie’s bed.” She said as she stretched with a long sigh.
“You crazy? Nya! She sniffles my scent on her bed; I’m one dead neko. Something tells me that if I do, she would neuter me and I’m not risking that!” He reclined his head backwards, feeling woozy from all the alcohol he’d had the previous night.
“But Valerie-” she insisted
“She is out of the question. She likes Masa, Masa likes me, and I don’t like them! No good pairing, nya! These things do not mix. So that only leaves the sofa or your bed. I’m not sleeping alone. Sharing is caring! Come on take pity on your fellow koneko-chan, nya!” he wheedled
“Ok, I guess. But only to sleep! I promised Sammie we would behave!”
“Sure, right now I’m too tired to try anything. But don’t look so disappointed, maybe when we awake next, ne?” he winked sassily at her. He stood up unsteadily and extended a hand to her. They went to her room, turned on the air conditioner, closed the door and got under the blankets, snug as bugs. Ren reached around himself, dazedly remembering he had a blanket he could share.
“Here Joyce, I brought my own blanket, you can use it.” He murmured completely drained, handing her a warm blanket.
“Thank you! That’s nice! It’s already warm!” with his help, she clumsily spread it over them both and promptly fell asleep.
Sometime during the morning, Joyce woke up feeling hot and cramped. Vaguely realizing the thing constraining her movements was her bathrobe, she struggled with it and took it off more asleep than awake. Feeling refreshed, she turned and went back to sleep.
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Five hours later, Joyce awakened slowly, almost against her will. She was snuggling comfortably against her pillow, relishing its firm softness and clean musky smell.
‘I should really thank Val or Sammie for switching laundry brands! This smells so good!’ she thought softly nuzzling her face against it, relishing the sensual smell.
She burrowed deeper to her full body pillow, lazily crossing a leg over it, drawing it closer to herself. Purring, she ran a hand over it, marveling sensuously at its softness and suppleness. To her credit, she found it harder and warmer in places where it had no right to be. Still unwilling to open her eyes, she frowned when she realized her pillow had what sounded like a heartbeat, steady and strong. Her hand explored her pillow’s edges fully expecting to find fabric, but instead finding what felt like warm, silky smooth skin.
The skin rippled lightly under her hand. It was attached to an arm, ‘Somebody’s right arm is in my bed.’ she thought stupidly, stupor blunting the alarm she knew she should be feeling. The attached right hand crossed over her body skillfully, exploring sleepily, soothingly almost. Down it went around her hip, over her thigh to hook firmly around her knee and pull her tighter against that part of him that was starting to clamor for attention. Unconsciously, he flexed sensually against her and heaved a deep, contented sigh, still asleep.
Eyes tightly closed, she froze and stiffened when she felt something hot start to harden near her belly. ‘What. Is. Going. On. Here! What am I doing sleeping on top of a man?’ she screamed inside her mind, adrenaline starting to kick in.
“Hey, Yami! Stop it! Nya, that tickles!” a male voice mumbled sleepily from the vicinity of her head. A calloused left hand caressed her hair clumsily, then fell on and continued down her back in one long, sinuous stroke. The hand stopped, lifted and patted her butt cheek.
“Yami, what happened to your hair, nya?” Joyce could hear the frown on his voice as he became conscious of their intertwined limbs, of the fact that both bodies were naked under the blankets. She didn’t dare to breathe. She wanted the bed to swallow her alive. She was sleeping with an unknown male in her bed, naked and she couldn’t remember anything more than drinking with LiNCLOVER, Nao and Yuri leaving later that night and R-
‘No, it cant be! No way this is the midget! No way!’ she gasped, still without making a sound. The male under her stiffened, his mental process a copy of her own.
Opening their eyes simultaneously, both screamed “No way in hell!” looking at each other and falling off the bed in a tangle of limbs. Lightning fast, Joyce stood in a flurry of blankets and jumped right into bed again leaving Ren trying wildly to cover himself up. He opted for hunkering down by the side of the bed, his strawberry blond hair the only thing she could see from her side of the bed. She started screeching for him to leave her bedroom immediately.
“I am not dying to stay here, believe me! I just need my clothes!” his red hair waving comically as he showed himself enough for her to see his eyes.
He was positively glowering.
“Oh, my God! Its true! I slept with the menace! I can’t believe it! I don’t feel any different but it seems I fucking slept with the menace! My God!” she cried despairingly
“I’m not worried about the sleeping part, just about the fucking part. Couldn’t you choose somebody else? I feel so used, nya!” he was busy, rubbing the goose bumps from his arms and legs. His groin still felt tight from being near a warm woman. ‘What the Hell! You traitor! Go to sleep! Show more respect! She hates us and moreover I don’t like her! So behave! Fucking morning erections!’ He was arguing so intensely with his own dick, he didn’t catch her next words to him.
“I wouldn’t consciously do something like this! I’m not that kind of woman!” she stated clearly offended as she buried deeper inside her nest of blankets.
“Neither am I. This shouldn’t have happened! You did something to me, woman, I know it! It’s your fault I’m here getting goose bumps! Do you always drug your date’s drinks to get them to bed you?” He asked brutally and straightened. Nakedness forgotten in his fury, he showed her his well-toned chest and abs. Despite her anger, she was finding it really hard not to ogle him and that made her angrier.
“You were not my date! I don’t know why are you here but I didn’t invite you in.” she ended halfheartedly.
“This is your apartment, this is your room, this is your bed, and these are your blankets. Ergo, it is your fault. I was seduced by a Gaijin cat!” he finished as he mewed dramatically.
“Stop acting like an outraged virgin, damn it! I’m the one with the most to loose. I could get pregnant or an STD or worse! I don’t know where you usually put your thingy!” she quarreled fiercely, grabbing fistfuls of her blankets.
“What! I don’t want any child of mine to have a mother like you, neko rapist! And for the record, I’m clean, very clean; squeaky clean! …” pregnant pause “Are you?”
She sputtered enraged “It would serve you right if I wasn’t! But I am, you hentai beast! You hear, clean! It’s not like I could bed the male population of Tokyo in 4 days, you know? That takes time and you took care of my sex appeal the same day I arrived, baka neko! Before that I was pristine, ok! And I’m not a neko rapist!” she finished heatedly.
“Yes you are! I can prove it! I’m a neko and you raped me! How can I keep on living after this? Yesterday, I was a happy go-lucky neko with a shiny future before him. Today I feel dirty, used, and it’s all thanks to you!” he whined tragically
“I’m not that sure we did anything, because I don’t remember anything. Also, my body does not remember anything. Every thing seems clean. I feel and smell clean, you smell clean, the room smells clean and that means either you are the worst lay in the world or nothing happened!” she retorted hotly
“Then nothing happened! Good! Now gimme my clothes, nya!”
“I don’t know where they are. Where did you put them last night?”
“I don’t remember! Hey Nya, I’m getting my ass frozen here. Give me a blanket or something!” he made as if to grab a blanket from her ample nest and she hit his hand.
“Get out of my bedroom and you won’t freeze. Simple!” she reasoned
“And let you see my ass, no way!” he grumbled
“Its nothing I haven’t seen before! Every one has one! So, out I said! Go!”
“No, give me something to cover myself with!” he claimed insistently
“Such a big baby! Stand up and leave, damn you! Aren’t you a man! It’s only natural. We are not born with clothes on, it’s only a body, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of! You stupid idiot” she responded irately
“Oh really? Then why are you covering yourself so? If you are so big in nature, why don’t you give me all the blankets and stand proudly on your Eve suit? Why do you insist in covering a body you claim I already know intimately? What was that? I can’t hear you! No! Thought not, you big hypocrite!” he said mockingly “I’m dying to leave but unlike you I still possess a hefty dose of self-respect. It’s quite simple, you give me a blanket, I leave. Or maybe you are waiting for me to take it forcefully. I’m up to the task if that’s what you want!” He replied callously pushing against the mattress to stand.
“Just who do you think you are talking to me that way and calling me a hypocrite? Huh? You want an excuse to see my Eve suit? No need to argue further, just ask! Anything to have you out of my hair!” Impossibly offended, she stood deliberately on the bed, shame and nakedness forgotten in her anger.
Extending her arms, she turned around slowly to better display her body. He stood up slowly, flushing madly to the top of his ears but unable to tear his eyes from the riveting sight she presented. His brain registered her jaunty breasts, capped by dusty rose nipples, her milky white skin, her hourglass figure, her pale thighs and tight ass. Only her scathing voice shook him from his reverie.
“How’s that for pride? Are you happy now? Looked your fill? Take your sheet and leave, mother fucker!” Joyce spat as she selected a blanket and threw it at him with everything she had. She let herself fall on the bed again; her arms crossed over her breasts and averted her eyes so he could leave as quickly as possible.
Ren left Joyce’s room feeling flushed and confused. He hated not remembering anything at all from last night. And he hated giving her another reason to think badly of him even more. He wasn’t sure why but she rubbed him the wrong way. Somehow she’d gotten under his skin and that felt weird. He went as far as the living room looking for his clothes. He found them on top of a chair just beside the sofa with a note from Sammie.
“Ren, I took the liberty to clean your clothes as they were strewn all over the place after last night’s strip tease. By the way, have you ever considered going professional with that? It was beyond description. Anyway, there’s food on the fridge if you can bear to eat some. Also, call the police because your car is missing. Your cell phone, keys and wallet are on the table by the door. Have a wonderful day and see you at work!
Sammie
Ps: don’t go opening any doors near Joyce, Ok. Bye-Bye”
Ren could feel blood rushing thru his ears as he read and re-read Sammie’s note. ‘What in hell did I do last night? A strip tease for the girls? They saw me naked? So that’s why Joyce was talking about natural men! It’s not fair! I know I didn’t get anything for it!’ He was beyond embarrassed, he wanted the earth to open and swallow him up. ‘I’m small enough to merit only a small quake. Just want to disappear, please! How could I be so dumb! How can I face them now! They saw my ass and obviously were not impressed!’ He dressed quickly, noticing the ripped buttonholes of his checkered shirt, the missing buttons and stretched t-shirt.
He couldn’t even start to guess what he’d done last night. ‘Must have been pretty wild if Sammie-san suggested something like that!’ he thought with a hot blush. He put his coat on, picked his stuff from where it stood on the table and left immediately, stopping only to say goodbye from the door.
A dark head peeked over the door, making sure he had left for good. “Finally! He’s gone! I was ready 10 minutes ago, but there was no way I was coming out of my room to face him.” Joyce grumbled. Taking the time for a cup of coffee, she finished getting ready to leave. Picking up her purse, she glanced at her reflection on the hallway mirror and left.
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Ren hailed a cab from the sidewalk, anxious to be on his way not wanting to share his taxi with HER. Wondering if Sammie was joking about his car, he rang Nao and asked him about it, before letting him talk.
“I’m on my way there, I just wanted to ask you about my car. It was parked in front of the fence by the entrance yesterday. Is it still there? Because if it is I’m going to detour to kill someone.”
“Yuri’s been asking about you for the past half hour. She’ll be glad to know you are on your way here. She’s PMS-ing so brace yourself. Let me check. Your car, your car, red car... Hey, why are you asking for your car? Aren’t you in it?”
“If I were, would I be asking about it? nya? Just check!” he replied testily
“Ok, ok, I’m checking don’t get all upset!”
He could hear voices on the background too indistinct to gather the meaning of their words. His taxi driver was on catnip apparently or Valium he was driving too slowly for his taste.
“Can’t you hurry up, nya? I need to get there today! Preferably before 6pm!”
The driver kept on driving unconcernedly, making him bite his nails and curse under his breath. He looked outside the window trying to distract his mind away from his car.
“Ren? Nao here”
“Don’t tell me! Last I checked I was talking to you, so of course its you! Is she there?”
“Nope! Although the guard said something about a Red yakuza car being picked up by the police’s towing service. Something about it being illegally parked. Sounds like your car was towed. So call the police.”
“Kuso! Ok, Nao, thanks! I’ll call back later.” He hung up without waiting for confirmation. Immediately he called the police and asked about a red car that was towed yesterday afternoon. The police wasn’t precisely helpful but after waiting quite a while, they confirmed his car’s whereabouts. It was in the car lot on the police station. They towed it because it was illegally parked and a fee must be paid before picking it up. The police station was an hour away from the studio. He’d have to ask Nao to take him there, as Yuri wouldn’t cooperate given her actual sentiments regarding him ‘Damn PMS! She’s worse than HIM when she wants to be!’
It took the taxi driver an hour to get him to the studio. By the time he got out of the car, he was fuming through his mouth trying not to strangle the indifferent cabbie. Yuri waited for him, inside the studio, a menacing smile on her mouth. When she saw his countenance she changed her mind. He looked like a rabid dog. ‘Better let sleeping dogs lie for the time being.’ She thought and led the way to the recording studio. She passed by Nao, who was buying strawberry juice in the break room. Ren detoured in his direction.
“Hey Nao, do you think you could drop me off at the police station? My car is there.”
“Sure thing, man! No problem! Your bass is already on the recording room. So we are ready to roll whenever you are!” he said simply
“Thanks! I owe you one! I’ve had a hell of a morning! Imaging waking up disoriented, without having an idea of what you did last night, beside a naked… mmm, anyway it was terrible!”
“Don’t you say? Really? Ne, Ren? Aren’t those the same clothes you had on yesterday? What happened? I know I woke up with a bitching mother of a hangover this morning but you stayed at the bar with the production team. At least that’s what Yuri-san said. So?” queried Nao provokingly, completely unaware of Ren’s mood.
“So what? At least it’s clean.” He answered defensively.
“Yeah, but just what happened to you? No car, yesterday’s clothes, no buttons, waking up disoriented, no memory, why? Last I remember you were drinking with the gaijin girls. Yuri told me you stayed with them after we left because you were getting cheeky, so…” there was a pregnant pause as it quickly dawned on Nao what must have happened “Oh My God! You sneaky cat! You bedded one of them, didn’t you! That’s fast, even for you!” He punched Ren’s back amicably, apparently not noticing the stiffness on Ren’s back.
“Who was she? The big breasted one? Or the one with the gorgeous legs and cute ass? No, wait! I know! It was the tall one, Rivendale-san, right? Yesterday both of you were acting quite strange… It had to be the attraction you felt for each other. Yes! That was it!” Ren was starting to understand why Yami always looked so pissed when he made the same questions. They were offensive and made him feel dirty. ‘I’m sorry Yami! I promise not to do it again!’
“Ren! Are you reliving last night? Come on man! Tell me! I want to know what happened! Don’t be selfish!” he teased insistently.
“Would you shut the fuck up? I felt no attraction whatsoever! We didn’t do anything at all in her apartment! I don’t know what you are talking about! Let me be!” he grouched.
“Chill out, man! I’m just joking, you know? Although you can’t deny the hot looks she was throwing your way or the intense way you reacted to her comments, isn’t it true? Little door?” he said irritatingly.
“Get off my case if you don’t want me to show you the little door! I broke her nose so I can easily break yours too! At least she was an accident, you wouldn’t be!” he threatened.
“So, that was it! You accidentally slammed her face with a door! Bad neko! And to top it off, you went and bedded her! Right?” he insisted
“Aren’t we supposed to be recording Temptation?”
“Yes, we must be, seeing as you are no good at resisting it. Come on, Ren-chan. Let’s record the song. Then you can sing it to Rivendale-san”
Ren stopped sharply upon hearing Nao’s words, glaring in disbelief at his friends retreating back. ‘I practically told him everything! Now he won’t let up with the teasing! It’s the karaoke incident all over again! No! I’ll kill him first.’ He thought remembering the time they’d been celebrating the end of the Kagen no Tsuki Tour, just after a LiNCLOVER presentation. They were at a karaoke bar; he’d gotten quite drunk and had started to do the Nya-nyan kyo dance imitating Gackt using a lampshade as a hat. He then proceeded to do his Fragrance imitation with licked microphone and all, followed by a lusty rendition of Speed Master, humping the air and harassing Nao, Yuri and the sofa, very Gackt-like. That was three years ago and still Nao remembered, reminding him every time he could. ‘I could kick myself for giving him new ammunition!’ Yuri called him inside to start recording, and he went unwillingly; knowing his torture wouldn’t end there since Nao would be taking him to pick up his car.
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Nearly half an hour after leaving home, she found herself a taxi to take her to the office. It was really cold that day and she was thankful for her coat, but still ‘He should have had the decency to wait for me! I saw him getting into his cab unconcernedly, the rat! But it’s better off that way…I wouldn’t have wanted to share a taxi with him even if that meant walking to the office. So…’ She exhaled noisily as she got off the cab. At least there was almost no traffic compared to how it got during the early morning. Sammie and Valerie were there already, going busily about their duties, the first calling people, making contacts and checking presentations while the second was intently preparing layouts and choosing fabric and colors for their projects. They were here to oversee every facet of establishing their new subsidiary in Japan: from Marketing to Public Relations. In fact, they were the skeleton crew for the operations right now. Theirs was a rapidly growing company but it was still very small when compared to the other sharks out there. They were expected to hire Japanese personnel to handle all they couldn’t. She had personally requested she be allowed to hire her people on her own. She wanted to hand pick the very best there was for her office. She wanted to know them personally not just as the secretary from Art, like she’d been. That was her key to success: a personal touch, very hands on.
The first stage crew had left just yesterday after setting the office. ‘I’ve been in Japan 4 days only and already I have been on sick leave once and today I’m late! If this keeps up, I will have to ask Sammie or Val to write me a memo! I hate you more every day, Ren-san of LiNCLOVER!’ She grimaced and stopped thinking about him as she entered her office, settled her stuff on her desk and prepared for the day ahead of her. She felt dreadful, her eyes were gritty under the white lights, her brain lining was fried and her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. Her nose thrumming lightly was just an added bonus, but what a bonus! She knew work wasn’t going to be extremely productive today feeling like she did but still she forged on ahead. She tried to submerge herself in her ‘to do’ list, working compulsively until she couldn’t find something she needed: an office memo. Reaching for her phone, she rang Sammie.
“Hey, Sammie! Do you know where the Media memo is? Mew? The one about the merger? I need the brochure to be included with the official press package and I can’t find it anywhere in this mess.” She said distractedly, patting her desk absently.
“Hello to you too, Joyce! Nice seeing you arrive and ignore us mortals for the last 2 hours. You’re looking for the Media Memo, right? I have it but I’ll bring it over, ok?” Finished Sammie briskly. Joyce realized her hangover was about to do her in so she looked around inside her cabinet and extracted her first aid kit to fish for an aspirin.
“How was your morning?” Sammie asked pointedly as she entered Joyce’s office.
“Don’t start now please! It was horrible! I will have nightmares for the rest of my life!” she took out two tablets of aspirin and downed them with some water.
“If you think your morning was horrible you should have seen my night! How was Ren this morning if I may ask? Happy?” she grinned when she saw color suffuse Joyce’s cheeks. Valerie stuck her head inside the room attracted by Sammie’s laughter.
“Hi, everybody! How is our porn star wannabe doing this morning?” she asked genially
“It’s not what you think! I don’t know what he was doing in my bed this afternoon, Sammie. I swear he entered the apartment on his own. Ren is a stalker, we must report him.” She stated desperately
“What are you talking about? He’s no stalker! We invited him in remember! We brought him with us into the apartment last night. Don’t you remember anything, Joyce?” Valerie queried confused
“I don’t know, nya. Everything is so hazy! I’m so ashamed! I don’t even remember bedding him last night!” she whimpered weakly
“You wanted to but didn’t Joyce, I made sure of it!” soothed Sammie
“But it didn’t work, did it? This afternoon we woke up in my bed completely naked! Furthermore, I was using him as a pillow and he thought I was this Yami person!”
“Oh, Joyce! You really are terrible! You bedded him after all? I thought you were too tired to bed him after this morning’s hangover! I want your stamina!” Valerie teased
“This morning? I was asleep this morning!”
“No dear, you stumbled blearily into the bathroom at 7 am sharp, looking like hell. Few minutes later, Ren appeared with blanket around his waist. He slept on the sofa. You slept in your bed. When we left both were recently showered, half asleep on the sofa. Guess you moved to your bedroom sometime during the morning hours because that’s the only logic step. Even for two mostly drunk people, right Sammie?” Valerie looked at her for confirmation.
“So our Joyce ended up in bed with the Nose-breaker! How is he? Was he any good?” Valerie asked perversely as Joyce moaned with embarrassment.
“If you think that’s bad, think again! Hold on to your skirt dearest! I have yet to tell you about your adventures last night! You naughty cat!” drawled Sammie relishing her vengeance.
“Did you know you have an uncommon way of detesting people, Joyce? Its quite interesting, ne Val?” she purred delighting in torturing her friend.
“Oh, yes my dear! Quite interesting! Especially when she hurls her bra at you to then tease him with her scarf.” She laughed while Sammie smiled “You should have seen Sammie’s face when you did that, Joy! And in front of Ren no less! But don’t worry dear he was also naked, I believe! Although I can’t say much about it, because I was so drunk I was falling asleep where I stood. Man, were you drunk last night!” she hooted. Joyce felt faint upon hearing her friend’s words. She got up quickly to close the door to her
office.
“How many times have I told you acid is not good for your brain? It will rot!” when she saw neither of them react as usual she started to get scared, “You are tripping, Val. right? Sammie tell her she’s lying!” she laughed desperately.
“Poor dear! I’m sorry! But she’s telling the truth! And it gets worse!” Sammie drawled softly.
“There’s more? I just remember her undressing in the elevator, happily following Ren’s suggestions. Then they started running happily through the corridor and throwing clothes this way and that. We were busily picking up clothes, you were screaming at them to stop and they were laughing madly. Then we got inside the apartment and I think they left together towards the living room both completely naked. You slapped me and told me to bring Ren bedclothes, and then I went to bed. Right? Isn’t that all?” asked Valerie with surprise, her eyes catching the look of horror in Joyce’s face.
“Oh, you forgot most of it, did you, Val? Not surprising as you were sleeping on your feet again. But there is much more to tell!” said Sammie with relish
“Oh God! I don’t want to know anything else, Sammie! Please I can’t bear it as it is!” Cried Joyce, hand fanning her beet red face.
“Well, regretfully you will have to as it’s bound to happen again! You’ve liked him enough to bed him not once but twice! And its not one sided, Joyce! He was with you all the way there.” Sammie contended.
“Impossible!” she cried voice full of disbelief.
“Impossible?” she scoffed “you were so drunk last night, Joyce, your anger turned into lust! You almost fucked each other inside the taxi with Valerie sleeping beside you! But it all started in the bar, dearest! After Nao and Yuri left, you two became bosom buddies, soul mates almost. It was so cute I was tickled pink! I thought it was a natural thing given the heat you two gave off whenever you were together.”
Joyce stammered frantically trying to negate the facts but Sammie silenced her with a look.
“When I returned with the last drinks and Valerie’s coffee, which she didn’t drink because she was dead to the world, your heads were together conspiratorially. I handed each a drink and went to wake Val. I heard my name and when I looked, you were really close, so close you couldn’t fit a presentation card between you two. You were playing with your drinks. You first, then Ren, each one of you took up your drinks, drank from them and passed them to the other. The other in turn licked the glass on the exact same spot the other had drunk and tasted the drink. Then you got closer, presumably to kiss when Valerie snorted, making you separate.”
“Really! Joyce, you are really terrible! Last night you called me a Gigolo whore and Sammie a faggot lover! It serves you right!” Val snickered coyly “Wait until I tell Masa-kun the news about his naughty little friend and my naughty tall friend.”
“What about us?” she inquired
“That you’ll soon be making kittens… Sammie, we have to look around for people interested in adopting a cat! Or think up ways to prevent her from becoming pregnant in the first place, ne? Joyce, what’s your opinion on spaying?” She sidled up along the desk, talking a-mile-a-minute to a distracted Joyce while taking a surreptitious hold of the phone. Sammie laughed loudly. If possible, Joyce got even redder.
“Wait Valerie! Leave that phone alone! I’m not giving you an excuse to go calling Masa. He must call you first! And I’m not done yet!” said Sammie smiling knowingly at a deflated Valerie.
“More? No please! Shoot me now! Take me off my misery!” Joyce said utterly mortified
“There’s more honey! After that, it was like you were a newly wedded couple, so sweet I felt my teeth rotting! If that happens you are to blame, ne?” Sammie finished coyly. “As I was saying, you started kissing him on the cab and it got so bad I had to intervene! Then when we found out his car was stolen, he started bawling like a baby and you-”
“His car was stolen?” asked Joyce feeling a flicker of memory return “He was crying because it was stolen, bawling like a baby… and I was consoling him! And hugging him against me, his face was buried in my chest. Oh God, it is true!” she paled visibly as she started to remember last night blurrily, as if from a distance. She saw herself playing with Ren’s glass, playing Tit for Tat, and almost kissing him. Could see herself in the taxi, first kissing him, relishing his taste and hungering for more, then a while later, consoling a distraught Ren, feeling both protective and aroused. She had faint memories of a pair of hot dark eyes, taunting, provoking, branding her skin with a look, daring her to undress and play. More importantly, she remembered herself responding willingly to his invitation.
She stood slowly and walked to the windows, with their breathtaking view of Tokyo city’s high-rises. If she could remember these things hazily then all Sammie said was true! She had really kissed the neko, ran around naked and gone to bed with him. ‘Do not forget you stood up naked in front of him also! Apparently, the only thing I didn’t do was screw him! Thank God! Stop the press! What am I thinking! This is terrible! Mmrow!’ She looked dazedly at her friends, who were conversing animatedly, still discussing last night’s debacle. They were laughing at her misfortune!
‘What will Ren-san think of me now? This is not good for our professional relationship! What should I do!’ She had worked herself up to a fevered pitch, almost to the point of tears, when the arms of both Sammie and Valerie surrounded her in a fierce group hug. The floodgates opened and she burst into tears.
“There, there Joyce! It’s not so bad! Maybe he doesn’t remember! You didn’t either until Sammie reminded you!” reasoned Valerie
“And I’m not planning on doing so, although I wrote him a note telling him he should consider taking up strip tease as a second profession!” they both laughed thinking about that possibility. Joyce laughed along with them, feeling oddly hollow inside. ‘The problem is that I can see him doing it, and at the same time I see myself paying for a center front row seat to watch him dance! God! They must not know this! I’m so ashamed of myself!’
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Later in the afternoon, they took a break from recording to stretch a bit and eat something. Ren went to the bathroom to wash his face, Nao was taking him to pick up his car, but first they had to go through a few more hours of practice. Something was off today, making recording anything impossible. That was the reason their practice session was more stressful than usual. He knew it was his fault; his mind was not on his playing but on waking up naked beside Joyce; lying with her smeared all over his body, as her legs nuzzled him.
It was hard playing an instrument with a raging hard-on, which inevitably happened any time the image of a naked Joyce crossed his mind’s eye as he’d seen her last, flaunting her body proudly,eyes flashing while she stood angrily on the bed. Couple that and the things he half-remembered throughout the rest of the day and you had one horny koneko-chan.
His feeble recollections alone were enough to either give him a hard-on, which he covered with repeated coughing fits bringing Yuri’s PMS-ic frowns over his head, or stealing his breath away as he skipped bars or fell behind in tempo. Musings of a husky, teasing voice; a pair of sweet smelling breasts flooded his senses with a warm musky scent; lush soft lips kissing his fevered brow and firm hands stroking his chest overwhelmed his mind.
‘Ah, Kami-sama! What happened last night? These half cooked memories are driving me nuts!’ He hated missing notes. Normally, he never did because when he played he was possessed by his music but not today it seemed. Today it appeared he’d missed more notes than ever before. Everyone noticed this specially Nao and Yuri, but didn’t say a word, repeating tirelessly until it was fine. That angered him and puzzled him even more, fracturing his already shot concentration.
He splashed cold water on his face, shivering from the cold, but willing to bear it if it restored him somewhat. Blindly, he searched for a paper towel to dry his face with, and not finding any, he patted his coat pockets. His groping hands detected something and, reaching inside, he pulled out a white silk scarf. ‘What the fuck? What’s this doing in my coat pocket? It’s just like the one Rivendale-san had on yesterday.’
Another image sprung into his mind as he looked at himself in the mirror. Indistinctly, he saw a perfectly female naked back, hands removing her bra and throwing it coyly in his direction. He could hear provocative laughter as she turned, a naughty smile crossing her half turned face upon noticing his reaction to a white scrap of fabric covering the all-important breasts. He could only see the outline of her nipples through the sheer fabric and he wanted to see everything, to touch everything! Not fair!! He let out a mew of protest. She was teasing him!
His eyes went in search of her face to tell her just that, and were blown away by Joyce’s feisty smile. Now that got his attention! Until now he hadn’t been able to remember the strip tease Sammie mentioned but he did remember undressing in a hallway, of all places, laughing and running with someone who was just as naked as he. Someone with soft, warm skin and rich laughter. Apparently that someone was Joyce herself! If he joined that flash back with his musings of a cab where he was busily making out with a hot chick, pressing his face against a soft pair of tits and coupled those with the ones of tickling naughtily a hot willing female body; and then attached that to the ones at the bar where he was busily thinking of kissing a tempting pair of lips then he was in some deep shit all right! It seemed that he’d been about to screw his new boss and somebody had intervened, therefore saving his neck!
Evidently his body wanted her and didn’t even bother to ask him if he liked her! His mind still struggled to accept the truth his body realized. He had no way of confirming her identity, short of getting her naked or asking directly, neither of which he was doing any time soon! He wasn’t looking forward to facing her but he had to learn to live with last night's actions.
He only hoped she wouldn’t be intruding in his dreams, hot body or not. He was not one to be crying over spilt milk but it went against his grain to be walking around stiff as a poker over someone as repressed as Joyce.
... There! Hope you liked!
This is Chapter 7: Free Drinks and a Stolen Car
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/11328.html
This is Chapter 6: Rehearsal Blues
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/10643.html
This is Chapter 5: Neutered Cats and Singing Birds
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/9593.html
This is Chapter 4: Strays and Broken Noses
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/8619.html
This is Chapter 3: A Sexy Witch Hunt
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/7776.html
This is chapter 2: A Study in Make Believe
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/5282.html
This is chapter 1: Music and Beer
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nekochan_nya/3026.html