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"Hey boss, you wanted to see me?"

Kuroko's office was bathed in sunset, wide open windows letting the early fall evening air coast through. The black fox, with missing ear and glittering green eyes was seated, as usual on the edge of his desk. Jane wasn't really sure whether he ever used the chair. She'd never seen him sitting in it, that was certain.

"Yes, Miss Cooper. We've got a job across my desk that suits your skills. Desire job, so look at it from that framework. We don't get a whole lot of shipping and manhandling jobs, but in this case, I think this one is best handled by you, miss sabertooth biker."

"Really? I thought those jobs were half the reason we brought Wolfgang on board. What's so particular that you can't send the big bad wolf?"

"Two things. He's still new, and working his way into how to do the job with restraint, while appearing to be unrestrained. A very fine line, Miss Cooper, and you know it well already. As well, our eager little victim has... well, take a look at the form."

Jane took the data slate and scanned the profile and order form. "Katrina Glover. Lynx, female, twenty two. Pretty girl, lovely markings. Oh. I see what you mean, boss. Yeah, this one is definitely not for the wolf. Heh. Clever, too. Gynosexual is not a term you're gonna see often, at least not outside of real thinky circles."

"Oh, keep reading. Once you're done, you and I are going to set up the plan, and get Officer Reynolds in here so that you don't get arrested in the middle of doing your job."

"I like any plan that doesn't end in jail time for me."

Three days later, Jane eased the van into an alley opening. The hardest part, every time, was actually getting started. The introduction, though... well, it was probably not how anyone else would describe what was about to happen.

"Gotta say, Jane, this never stops being just... really, really weird." Reynolds grinned from the passenger seat.

"What, supervising a kidnapping? Yeah, I can imagine not a lot of officers get to do that, certainly not more than once. Here, get in the driver's seat. If I got the right info, she should be along in fifteen minutes or so. I'm gonna do the pre-flight checklist in the back."

"Sure." They switched spots, and he pulled a data slate out of the glove compartment and started reading off the checklist. "First Aid?"

"Full and checked."

"Restraints?"

"Customer didn't specify. I have rope, zip-cuffs, and vet-tape. Probably going to go with the tape, she doesn't seem like she'll be strong enough to mess it up."

"Sounds good. Padding?"

Jane ran a hand over the floor of the van, and the walls. All of it had a layer of dense foam. It wasn't soft and squishy, but there was enough give that it would be hard for Katrina to accidentally hurt herself. "All good. Shit, she's early."

"Checklist is green. Go ahead and grab. I'll send the 'do not intervene' alert to the precinct network."

Jane opened the doors on the back of the van, leaving them wide. It was late, evening, after dinner. Katrina was coming out from a movie theater, one of the more run-down, discount joints that thrived on re-running ancient films for fans. Jane settled at the corner of the alley, checked her phone for a picture of the target. Kuroko had been at the same theater, keeping tabs on her, and sent an updated picture. It would be the height of bad manners to kidnap someone who hadn't paid for the experience.

"Red dress. Oh, she dyed her hair blonde. Nice. Shame that dress isn't gonna survive the experience, but... oh well."

Standard practice, for this particular fantasy, was that the customer would not be told when, where, or how they would be picked up, nor by whom. It was almost certain that she hadn't noticed the black fox keeping tabs on her over the last day and a half. She didn't seem at all concerned as she turned the corner. All she should be seeing was a big, buff, tawny sabertooth looking at her phone, leaned against the opening of the alley. Not even looking at her. Nothing to be concerned about.

The shocked lynx barely got half a scream out when Jane reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and snatched her up. One arm around her chest, the other clamping a hand down on her mouth. She had barely started to struggle when Jane dragged her, kicking and fighting, to the van, tossed her in, and followed, shutting the door as Reynolds started the van up and pulled them through the alley.

She didn't have time to look, but if her boss was playing true to his usual efficiency, he was already taking pictures of the scene of the crime, then cleaning up anything that had been left behind. Jane was too busy with a struggling and quite bitey lynx. Wrists first, and she wasn't at all gentle about getting those bent behind her back, using every bit of her two hundred pounds to pin the smaller, struggling cat to the floor of the van while she wrapped the tape around her forearms, approximating a box-tie in the back. The next step was to wrap a few times around her muzzle.

"Shut up girl. And you might live longer. I wouldn't bank on it. But I'm at least going to get some fun out of you." She was quite pleased with the shock and worry that growled comment got. Good. Good, she was responding naturally. Might not even have realized that she was getting what she paid for. She'd probably get the idea sooner than later, but for now, the scent of fear was real. It would do some fun things to her, before all was done.

With mouth shut and arms bound, getting her the rest of the way trussed up was pretty easy. Ankles and calves taped together as well, which left her... helpless. Jane saw _that_little thought register on her face.

Personally, she wasn't really happy when someone was terrified of her. Sure, there was a thrill to knowing you had power over them, but it wasn't... fun. Which, honestly, was probably why Kuroko trusted her to do this kind of thing. There wasn't any delight in the kidnapping and fear; it was just a job, for her. Now, the bits after might be more fun... but by that point the "victim" would have figured out what happened, and it became more standard dominance play. That, she enjoyed.

Reynolds rounded a corner at speed, shifting the lot of them sideways a few inches. They weren't really going anywhere, but it wasn't in circles, either. The eventual destination was the big, blocky building that housed Kuroko's Finest, offices, some of the employees, and a lot of the working spaces. One of those had been set aside, and set up, for this little encounter.

Reynolds tapped the armrest twice, signaling that they were pulling into the underground parking garage. There was a black bag for this, and it went over the frightened lynx's head. There was an art to it, and just before covering that tear-streaked face, she made sure to give a fangy, evil grin. The last thing a victim should see before darkness was a friendly smile.

Once they were parked, it took both of them to carry the fighting, struggling cat through the hallways, and into one of the workshop spaces located in the basement area of the building. A lot of janitorial and maintenance areas down here, and a few of them had been renovated for more interesting purposes, like this one. They carried her through the door, and set the struggling bundle on the ground.

"Alright Jane, I'm gonna go check in and confirm that all's good. You have all the fun you intend to and then we'll take care of whatever's left when you're done." Just part of the script, and yet entirely accurate. "Whatever's left" wouldn't be "dispose of a body" so much as "make sure she's alright and spend some time ensuring there weren't going to be any lawsuits." But Katrina didn't need to know that, and it was almost perfectly predictable the way she jerked and struggled against the tape harder. But even though it wouldn't pull fur off when it was removed, it was still pretty hard to get out of. Katrina wasn't having much luck.

Jane left her to struggle on the floor, and took a quick turn around the room to make sure all was where it needed to be. The floor was the same high density foam as the interior of the van. Same reason, too. It would be pretty bad if Katrina's struggles managed to cause her actual harm, so the obvious answer was just to not let that happen. The bed against one wall was in much better shape than it looked. The rust was purely ornamental, and while the whole thing had been welded together out of steel tubing, it was a solid, professional job.

One whole wall was just a pegboard rack. Most of the tools were set dressing, no one was going to use the reciprocating saw or the machete. But there was plenty of fun to be had spaced in. A couple good impact toys, a flogger and a fiberglass rod, and an assortment of other fun things. Plenty of options for creative but ultimately fun "torture" and that was what the order form had said. The only other real piece in the room was a solidly built wooden chair without an actual seat.

"Everything in order," she murmured. "Time to get the game started." Which meant it was time to play the role of a sadist. No one said the plan had to make sense, just have the right effect.

Step one was to drag the bag off of the terrified cat's head. The flickery, dim light wouldn't be too much of a shock after the dark bag, but it was just enough to highlight the room, and for feline vision, well, everything was quite clear, from the rack of tools to the suspicious stains on the floor. None of it was intended to make her feel safe or comfortable. Nor was the flick of a knife, right in front of her face.

"You gonna cooperate and hold still?" Jane put a lot of growl into that question, and Katrina's eyes never left the blade. But she stopped struggling, stopped moving, aside from fast breath and trembles. Good enough. She ran the edge along the tape on the cat's legs. The tape only adhered to itself, so as soon as it was broken, it just kind of fell away.

As soon as the tape parted, the girl tried to scoot away, frantically kicking against the floor. To which Jane only gave an annoyed sigh. Useless and wasted effort. One big hand lashed out to grab an ankle, and that was what she used to drag the struggling cat over to the chair. It was taking longer than usual for her to clue in on the nature of the game, but that fear was what she had paid for, so... hell with it.

Jane used a hand on her shoulder to pull her up, and sat her down on the chair. The back was contoured enough for most tails to be comfortable, and a lynx stub wasn't really an issue. The arms bound behind her back were, but they could wait a few minutes. More tape, this time, and a very temporary bind with it, strapping around the front of her neck, choking her just a little to keep her upper body in place on the chair.

That served as enough distraction to tape her ankles and calves to the front legs of the chair, effectively immobilizing her. Enough so that she could cut the neck tape, and arms, without worrying about her getting away. The dull side of that knife went against the kitty's throat. "You said you were gonna cooperate. You lied. I punish liars." The way she froze at the pressure of the knife was good enough, and she stayed frozen even after it left. Which was fine, it made securing her arms to the arms of the chair easier.

Jane walked around front of her, and used the knife to lift the hem of her skirt. "Huh. I'll also punish you for wearing panties. Not because I said anything, but just on principle."

The terror dropped, in favor of a confused look that switched over to a wide-eyed moment of realization. Good, she'd caught on, now things could go forward. It still wasn't going to be easy, or nice, but at least she'd probably be less terrified and more into it. Didn't mean she was going to go easy, though. If anything, having her aware that she was not, actually, about to be murdered meant that Jane would have to go that much harder to really work her over.

It really was a shame, as the dress was quite nice, but... it had to go, and Jane slowly placed the tip of that knife on Katrina's chin, traced it down over her throat, to her collarbone. And down, between her breasts, until it caught on the dress, the slinky fabric resisting, stretching, then parting with a soft little tearing sound. The lynx was barely breathing, trembling with the effort of holding still. The knife was quite sharp, and she knew it, and was trying very, very hard not to get nicked. Which was good, Jane didn't want to nick her, either.

The dress finished shearing loose, and dropped raggedly to either side, leaving that beautiful, stocky feline body bare aside from cherry red panties. Very nice, she thought. How considerate of a victim to be kidnapped in sexy underwear. It was always nice. Still.

"These are in the way. So let me see. We could just cut them off. Or I could make you hate them. I think that's better. Make you whine and cry and beg to take them off." Which she wasn't going to be able to do, taped up to the chair, but that wasn't really Jane's problem.

One thing that was always handy, no matter what the job, was the communications network. Jane walked around behind the Lynx, and put a hand around her throat, squeezing gently while she talked, voice pitched low and soft so her victim couldn't make it out clearly. Certainly not above the sound of her own desperate struggles. Air was such a privilege, and Jane wasn't too generous with it, either.

Her requests and questions were acknowledged and answered, and a timer sounded in her ear. One of her earrings was the speaker, quiet enough that anyone but her would have to be practically head to head to hear it. The things she'd requested were going to take a little while to gather, but that was alright. She was quite comfortable just using her hands.

She repositioned, leaning on the back of the chair, and adjusted her grip on the smaller feline's throat. Always careful of the line between hurt and harm, she made sure to squeeze and restrict the blood flow, not the windpipe. Tricking the brain into thinking she couldn't breathe, wasn't getting air, while actually not doing much at all. As long as she didn't squeeze for long, no more than thirty seconds at a time, and not hard enough to fully block the flow, there was no real danger. She could do it all night long, really, without any more harm than the kind of stress that struggle put on her victim's body.

Time to spice things up a bit, as the clock in her ear gave her an update. The hand not busy convincing a lynx she was being strangled slid down the front of the smaller cat's body, pausing to roughly grope and squeeze a breast. They were nice handfuls, black-capped, with shorter, almost velvety fur compared to the longer, thicker fur around her shoulders, and tufted on her wrists and ankles. Fluffy cheeks, too, and that tiny stub of a tail. A pinch, and rolling between thumb and finger, brought one nipple perked and alert, good enough to get a good grip. At the same moment as she tightened her hand around the girl's throat, she pinched and pulled at that trapped nipple.

Katrina let out a strangled howl of protest.

If it wasn't for the soundproofing, and the fact that anyone in hearing range knew what was going on, someone might have come to investigate that shriek. But the only person coming anywhere near was still eight minutes out, roughly. Plenty of time for some more howls.

Both hands, now, no more squeezing that lovely neck. Just both hands on her breasts, squeezing too tight, digging claws in. Possibly enough to draw blood, but she wasn't worried. Katrina had filled out the forms, had done her interview with Kuroko, had signed all the consent and safety documents. She could hardly claim not to know what was coming, and the only one to blame for things getting too rough was herself. Everyone set the degree of intensity that their session was to have. And had it explained exhaustively, what that might mean, but the actual details, the nuts and bolts, were up to the one doing the work. So seeing even a five on the sheet was a surprise. Most people clocked in at a three or four, on their first try.

Katrina had put down seven. While there were no hard and fast guidelines on that, it meant that some blood was going to be spilled, almost certainly. Little bits, there wouldn't be any actual knives or raking claws. Aside from risks, it was just hard to clean up, and didn't do nearly as much to cause pain and fear as smaller, lighter touches. Lighter by comparison, anyway. Jane wasn't planning on being nice.

Six minutes, the update chimed in her ear. Plenty of time to get things going nicely. Jane spent a little longer mauling breasts. Lots of squeezes and twists, tugging nipples, digging claws in like any good cat, kneading. Soft and lush, she was willing to bet that leaning up against them for a nap would be pretty comfortable. Not that any comfortable was going to happen soon.

One hand lifted to again, draw tight around her throat, while the other went down, tucking fingers into those panties to stir around. And check. was her victim getting turned on by this? Always important to know. There was definitely some wetness in those panties, and the way she struggled was good. Not desperate to get away, exactly. There was a difference, but it was hard to quantify. One of those things that you knew when you saw, but couldn't define.

She clamped a hand over the girl's muzzle, forcing her to suck air in through her nose, and rubbed her still damp fingers all over that cute little black nosepad. Lynx nose covered with lynx scent. The grimace and squirm told her everything there. Not a fan. Which was fine. It was more than fine, it was a useful piece of information and would be used against her, this evening.

Four minutes. Just enough time. She let go completely, and walked away, leaving the little cat to squirm and cough. A drawer here, and an extension cord off the tool rack. The toy in question was normally sold white, but a few wraps in electrical tape had given it a more sinister appearance. Besides, anytime you put something that ran on 110 AC up against a body, that body was going to react. That it was "just" a vibrator was little comfort.

The whole thing was supposed to end in screaming orgasms, interspersed with actual screaming. Jane was plenty happy to provide both. So the wand vibrator got settled in under the chair. There was actually an adjustable rest for it built into the frame of the chair. Intended to hold it up against a body and not let them wiggle away. It took a little adjustment, to get the head of the vibrator snugged nice and tight against the lynx's nethers. Just in time for a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Jane turned back to her captive. "I had to order out for something to make you truly miserable."

The door opened, and one of the catering staff set a box down on the floor, then bailed. "So I wonder what my friend found for me. Oh! Oh this is good stuff. So we have a nice plump fresh ginger root and... whew, those are some nasty hot peppers. Tears in my eyes already. I'll bet you're going to really enjoy those."

Wide, wide eyes. She hadn't really reacted to the ginger, but the peppers certainly had her attention. Well, she'd learn pretty quickly that neither of them was a comforting thing. Jane brought the box over, and held it under the Lynx's nose. She recoiled quickly, the scent of the peppers very strong. Hot things, Jane wasn't sure which of the various attempts to make edible pepper spray this was. Certainly more potent than habaneros.

Still, there was an order to things, and half of her job was, simply, to act the part. So she pulled the knife off her belt, and started to peel and shape the ginger root. Right in front of the bound lynx, where she could see, and smell. "See, ginger has a really interesting property and reaction. Feel that clearing out your sinuses? That's some fresh and potent stuff. Now ginger's not super juicy, like a peach or even an apple. More potato, kind of, it doesn't really do juice unless you squeeze on it." She demonstrated, squeezing on one of the shaved off bits until the juice dripped.

The shape was pretty much done, a narrow neck and vaguely bulbous body, a slender little buttplug of carved ginger root. "See, what they used to do," she knelt down next to her, and pulled the back of those panties down, "was take a tired old horse to market, and to convince a buyer she was full of energy, they'd stuff some ginger under her tail." And she did, pushing the plug into place despite the resisting tightness. The bound lynx howled, when all her fighting just made the ginger slick, rubbed that hateful, ice-hot burn in against her anus.

"And then she'd... oh look, just like you are, bouncing around." And she was, writhing and fighting like mad. Jane tugged her panties back into place, then grabbed her chin, turning that taped muzzle up, and gave her a cruel grin. "If you manage to push that out, not only will it go back in, but I'll get another root, and add it, too. And so on, until your ass is just a ginger farm. Or you can keep that one in. Try not to clench, kitten."

The fast breathing and tears settled a little, and she trembled in the chair, fighting her body's urge to push and push the offending bit of plant matter out. It wasn't going to get better, either. While the lynx struggled with one hole's worth of chemically induced agony, Jane busied herself carefully dissecting a pepper. Just peeling the skin off of it and carefully scoring the sides so the juice swelled to the surface. Then, again kneeling beside her, she just tugged panties aside, and stuffed the pepper into the smaller cat's pussy.

There was a moment of pause, as her brain tried to catch up, to process what was happening. When all the competing sensory inputs finally lined up to run into her brain, she howled in muted fury, thrashing and writhing in her seat. The wood of the chair creaked from the strain, but held.

Jane sabertooth walked a slow circle around the frantic lynx, murmuring a sing-song little taunt. "Do you want to take your panties off yet, little kitten?" The hurried, frantic nod was matched with real tears. "Someone's reconsidering having put seven down on that form, isn't she? Isn't it awful how overconfidence can bite you right in the delicate bits?" Wide-eyed shock, and a frantic shaking of her head.

"Too bad. I don't get paid to be nice." Clearly not what she'd been hoping to hear, and the squirming and shaking stuttered back to life. "I'll tell you what. If I let you take your panties off, and get those unpleasant bits of plant matter out of you, I'm going to do something just as mean to you. Do you want to keep where you are and suffer, or suffer a different way? Because not suffering is not an option."

Jane waited while her victim struggled to get thoughts through the haze of burning pain. No sense in rushing her, the longer she took to make a decision, the more she stewed in ginger and pepper hell. That was kind of the plan, just stew her in various flavors of pain, discomfort and stress until she'd had too much. Or called her safeword. Which reminded her, it was about time to demand an answer.

Again, that knife, and this time it was run ever-so-gently down the top of the trembling cat's muzzle. The tape split and fell away, though the faint little cut was tinged with pepper juice still, and ignited another round of howling and struggles.

"Oops. Did that hurt, kitten? Too fucking bad. Make a choice or I'm making it for you and I guarantee you won't like my choice." She wasn't going to like her own choice, if Jane had anything to say about it. Which she did.

The first thing out was a wail of pain and distress as she was finally able to open her mouth and let it out, followed by a babble of begging to stop to take the things out, to make it stop hurting. In the middle of raising a hand to give her a little 'snap-out-of-it' slap, she recognized a frantic stammer of "Red".

That changed things in an instant, and Jane leaned down real fast to take out the ginger and pepper, then cut tape on arms and legs. "Easy, easy, slow. It's gonna hurt for a while still, we'll get something to help with the burning." She helped the shaking girl down from the chair, into her lap. And took a few seconds to tap her watch and call in the safeword. There were procedures for this. But the biggest, most important one was to comfort and make the girl feel safe. In Jane's case, that meant a lot of close contact, holding her, rumbling in her approximation of a purr.

They stayed on the floor like that for a while, long enough for her to settle a little bit. The medical kit had a few ointments, one that really amounted to a heavy cream, lots of milk fat, very good at soothing the burns of all but the hottest peppers. None of the various scratches and pinpricks were worth much fret, though she would need some little spritzes of disinfectant. Nothing terrible there. But she was still shaking, even after ointment and a heavy blanket, so Jane kept holding her close, rocking slowly.

One thing that was drilled into every single person in the Desire staff was aftercare. There was no substitute for it and no excuse for not going as long and as afar with it as needed. Customers who left feeling cared for and valued were more likely to come back, let alone the moral requirement to take care of people after they hurt them.

There was no real interest in counting the minutes until Katrina stopped shaking, and started to actually relax. The on-duty medic had come and gone, inspected the hurts and soothed and disinfected them, without the girl stirring from Jane's lap. "Hey kitten," she murmured. "You ready to talk about what went wrong?"

She hesitated, but the internal struggle only lasted a moment before she gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Her voice was low and husky, from crying and screaming most likely, though Jane expected there was always a trace of that huskiness, even on a good day. A pleasant voice. "Too much all at once. Sensory overload. So much pain. Why were you hurting me so much? I didn't... want that much."

Jane blinked. She'd been unsure what to expect, but that was a little surprising. "Well, you did put down a seven for the intensity, kitten. I'm usually a pretty gentle person by inclination, and that calls for me to ramp it up about as hard as I can manage."

"Seven? I hit... I thought I hit four!" All these tears over a single typo.

"You didn't double check? That number's one of the most important things on the form. For anything over three you have to sign a release saying you understand how intense you've selected it to be." Unless the form was bugged, but that hadn't happened more than twice in the history of the company.

"I thought that release was just because, you know... I was wanting to get kidnapped and that is-- was, an intense and terrifying experience. I didn't think that after would be so overwhelming. I actually... thought it was pretty sexy, arousing, when you cut my dress off. I was scared but... really excited, too."

"Okay. We know what happened now. How are you doing? Burning down to manageable levels?"

"I'm... yeah, the cream really helped, and I guess naturally it fades with time. I feel really weird asking and it's... probably out of place given what happened but I really, really could use an orgasm or something to unwind and smooth it all over. Some pleasure to kinda help counter the pain. Can I--?" She gestured at herself, waiting for permission. Not exactly permission to do things, that wasn't their roles right now. More permission to maybe make a mess on Jane's jeans.

"Of course, kitten. You want me to help?" The lynx shook her head. Still wrapped in the blanket, the lynx started to move slowly, rocking her hips and moving her hands, tucked between her legs. Jane just held on to her, settling her chin between those cute, tufted ears. She hadn't noticed the half dozen tiny emerald studs along the rim of each before. Lost in the fur, really, but lovely once she got up close.

Jane heard faster, quiet little breaths, felt a shuddering heartbeat as the little cat worked on herself. The actual event, her orgasm, was a quiet thing, nose tucked down into Jane's shoulder as she mewled her pleasure and relief. "God you're cute," Jane muttered.

Soft, panting giggles faded into more normal breath, and the smaller cat looked up at her. "Sorry about ruining the scene. Um. What's your name? I never caught that."

"S'Jane, kitten. Don't worry. If it wasn't going well for you, that's what ruined it, not you putting a stop to it. And I'm glad we stopped before it went further, if you really meant a four instead of seven. You were really not going to like what was coming next."

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but... what was coming next?"

"I was gonna stripe your thighs and breasts with that rod over there." She gestured to the tool rack. Three feet of half-inch fiberglass rod was wickedly painful to get hit with, plenty enough to render fur an insignificant piece of protection.

"I... am very, very glad it didn't get that far. I like impact play, it surely said that in the forms or whatever but... I think the worst has been a yardstick. Lotta sting, but not so bad I couldn't sit down after."

About that time, Kuroko wandered in, the black fox, looking... tired. It was well after midnight, since the actual grab had been around ten in the evening. He looked to have been asleep.

"Miss Glover, please allow me to extend my deepest apologies. That things went so badly is as much my fault as anyone else's. There will be a full and complete refund, and a little investigation into how that misinformation slipped by all of us so well. That said," his demeanor shifted from CEO to very concerned, "are you alright?"

"I will be. No lasting harm. It sucks, because Jane here scared the daylights out of me and that was absolutely perfect. But it got ruined and now she can't kidnap me again. We don't get a chance to try again, because the surprise has been spoiled."

Jane chuckled, and Kuroko shrugged. "We could probably figure something out, but you're right. Most of the time the kidnapping package is a one-time deal. It's hard to do it more than once and have it keep the intensity."

No one really argued that the situation had gone sour, but there wasn't much to be done about it, at this point. No one could go back and fix the little error in paperwork that had brought things this far.

Kuroko, finally, broke the awkward silence with a chuckle. "You know, regardless of how it ended up, I do have a few very good pictures for you to take home with you, Miss Glover. It took a little bit of hurry, but I have a good one of you getting dragged into the van, and ah, I also have your purse and your missing shoe."

"The other one's probably still in the van." Jane knew it hadn't made it into the workshop. "Why do I get the feeling you have a plan, boss?"

"Because I always do. For now, though, let's get Miss Glover somewhere a little more comfortable. You two can cuddle as you like, but the cleaning crew need to get in here and take care of things. We'll have clothes for you, and a ride home, when you're ready."

Jane opted to show off, and pulled the smaller cat up into a bridal carry, then followed her boss out of the workshop. Things hadn't gone right, she reflected, but at least they hadn't gone wrong.