“Hey, if the thong fits…”
“I’ll bet it does.” They laughed like hyenas after that.
He grinned and began unbuttoning his white pirate shirt. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
If he continued to be this clever, Crowe would gag again. How dare he talk about Joell that way? He was just using her! Crowe hissed at him.
“So, are we expected to pay you back for this fun we’re about to have?”
“Not unless you’d like to put in a good word with the judges…”
The sturdy one said, “We are the judges!”
“Really?” Rick gasped, but I didn’t buy it for a second. “I honestly had no idea. I just thought you were a couple of hot mamas.” The women laughed and giggled some more.
From the looks of things, he’d use anyone who’d fall for his baloney.
“Doesn’t your lady friend mind you fucking other women?”
“She won’t mind if she doesn’t know.”
“How long will she be gone?”
“I’ll have plenty of time to satisfy you both thoroughly,” Rick said in a smarmy way. “Don’t worry. Maybe if you like my services and can provide equal enticements, one of you can take me home. Someone has to rescue me from that she-devil.”
More giggles from them. More hisses from Crowe.
“So, are we going to have to fuck in front of her cat?”
He grabbed Crowe by the scruff of the neck, opened the closet door, and tossed him inside. He’d only had a chance to let out one loud yowl of protest when Rick shut the door in his face.
Sex was something incredibly mysterious to Crowe. Such joy and bliss transform a human face from agony before to blessed relief and peace after climax. It’s as if they visit some spiritual place that rejuvenates them like a spa for their spirits. The French call an orgasm the “little death”. Perhaps it’s meant tobe a moment in heaven. It sure looked like it to Crowe, but he wouldn’t know. He could only live it vicariously.
Crowe’s dearest wish was to someday screw the shit out of some wanton, willing feline. The only problem was the witches’ concern about cat overpopulation.Why don’t they invent pet birth control?Until they do, humans will have all the fun. At least she hadn’t cut off his balls!
“Now, if you ladies want to practice judging,” Rick said, “I’ll let you have a good, long look. Just imagine some music in the background.”
One of the drunken bimbos on the bed began da-da-da-da-ing the theme from seventies stripper music. Crowe was only a kitten in his second life then, but fucking still fascinated him. Some might remember it as shaving cream music. It had the same effect. The other woman called out, “Take it off! Take it all off!”
So, there he pouted, in a dark closet, next to smelly shoes, forced to listen to bad jokes, bad music, giggles, slurping sounds, and plenty of moaning. It was bad enough that Rick treated him rotten, but to do what he was doing to women, especially Joell!Bastard!Crowe vowed,When I get out of here, I’m going to sharpen my claws on his face.
This orgy went on until both women had screamed out a couple of impressive climaxes. Crowe could tell they were real, especially since one of the women was a talker. She moaned and said in a breathy voice, “Oh, that feels so good. I love your big, hard cock inside me. Plow me! Pound me with your big, fucking cock.” Then she screamed, “Deeper, harder, deeper. Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, you bad boy!”
Crowe heard Rick’s breathless voice say, “I’m about to come. I want to pull out and come all over your friend’s face.”
More giggles, then shrieks and laughter.
It wasn’t difficult for Crowe to imagine the scene.
He had to find a way to tell Joell since she seemed smitten. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t stand him. She seemed to really like him. Crowe couldn’t just sit by and let her get hurt.But how to communicate something so complicated?
Finally, the women were ready to leave. A slap sounded on someone’s ass. Crowe thought it was Rick’s. That was followed by a lot more giggling. Crowe hoped it hurt.What a douche-nozzle.He already didn’t like him, but when he made his next phone call, Crowe was livid.
“Did you get them out of there before she came back?” After a brief pause, he cried. “No? I gave you plenty of lead time. You were supposed to get the models into a van and take off.”
After another pause, he said, “I didn’t call them. I told her I would, but I just pretended to. So, the K-9 unit showed up? When?” He swore under his breath. “Well, I did my part, now I’m outta here before they figure out which side I’m on.”
The door slammed, and there was absolutely nothing Crowe could do, so he curled up and took a nap.
