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Vanessa settled into her favorite couch in the green room at headquarters. The photo shoot was over, and Eve was in the showers. It had been another rough one, just as she liked, and there was another round of pictures to go, after she was clean. To show off the decorative scratches and bites. In the meantime, the cabbit had time to browse the job listings on the company intranet.

"Let's see. Pass. Pass. Ehhhh no, pass." A lot of jobs were handed out from the management, when they knew just who to slot in for the desired effect. Or a client knew just who they wanted to hire. But a lot of jobs weren't so focused, and that was what the listings were for. She didn't have any personal jobs lined up this week, and it was only Monday. Time to find some work to do.

The usual assortment of escort dinners, dancer gigs, and seedy hotel prostitute fantasies. From both directions. She'd do those if she needed to, but there were plenty of other people who enjoyed that kind of thing. She was looking for something more active. More involved.

"Bingo." The order called for a personal touch to a business lunch. At least, that was the surface statement. The details told a much more interesting story, one that suited her skills and interests perfectly. "How did you not just sign me to this one, boss? Well, no problem, it's mine now." She logged it, and added the time block for Wednesday afternoon. And took the rest of that day in for prep and recovery. No sense trying to do a second job that day. She'd be in no shape for it, if she was right.

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Wednesday morning, and Vanessa was leaning against a counter in Katherine's second floor kitchen. Indulgence took up three whole floors in kitchen, practice halls, and various sizes of entertaining spaces, from a private dinner for two to a concert for two thousand.

"Okay, spotty bunny. I'll give you Iris to get started, but she's not cleared for your work, so after lunch is served, you're on your own."

"Oh, that's how I like it. Me and six guys who have full bellies and other appetites to sate. Yum."

Katherine rolled her eyes. "I've seen the menu. It's only three guys, two of them are regulars. Regular enough that I don't even need to pretend to show them a menu, I know what they want as much as you do. So here. Take Iris. Take the cart. Go do your thing, but give me back my minion, she has minion-ing to do for me.

Iris bowed to the woman, and beckoned to the otteress with her hand on the loaded cart. Chill box in the underside with a variety of beverages, hot box on top with the food. Dim sum, and plenty of it.

Iris steered the cart, and Vanessa paused to double check her appearance in the mirrored side of the elevator. Black fur, all brushed out. White rosettes and hair, neat and tidy. Lop ears, she adjusted a little bit, and pinned the chrysanthemum in place ahead of the left one. Leopard tail, sharp teeth, and claws painted the same blue as her eyes ought to catch enough attention.

There had been a brief argument on the subject of clothing, with Madame Finch pressing her to dress to match the meal, in something Chinese-inspired, but with the visiting guest hailing from Beijing, Vanessa had stood her ground on that as potentially backfiring. The whole thing was a business deal. Her presence was meant to sweeten the climate of the room, and provide a further incentive toward good relationships between the businessmen. And have a lot of fun, but that wasn't on the job description.

So she'd settled on some old classics. Garters and stockings, heels, and a very nice dress shirt. She wasn't sure which of the two regulars she'd liberated it from, but one of them was bound to recognize it. It was too large for her, enough to allow for modesty without actually being even a tiny bit modest. Satisfied with her appearance, she adjusted the flower against her ear, and lead Iris on to the meeting room.

One of the smaller ones, luxurious but fairly intimate. The three voices inside were amiable, but there was a hard edge of expertise and negotiation underneath. Nothing aggressive, but everyone was trying to drive the best bargain they could. She recognized Greg and Thomas, both wolves, business partners involved in some sort of development thing. She didn't pretend to understand the finer points, but there was something about asteroids.

She didn't know their guest, but once she got in the door, she had him pegged for a fun time. A lion, dressed very well, and he had the attitude and presence of a top predator. And that Chinese-accented bass rumble of a voice sent chills down her spine, too.

Very nice.

"-will pursue government subsidy in order to defray the startup cost, but we'll likely have to repay that, with interest, once the operation starts yielding a return. Based on similar operations, we can expect a loss period of eight to ten years, a break-even period of about four, and after that, we should be able to enjoy steady profit for somewhere around thirty years before we have to worry about transferring the operation to a new area." Greg was definitely the smarter of the two wolves, more likely to have done exhaustive research.

There was a round of note-checking, followed by Thomas waving them over. "We'll table the rest of the talk until later. It's time for lunch. I think you'll enjoy Katherine's dim sum, Mister Xi. And the dessert menu promises to be very, very pleasant." The wolf grinned up at Vanessa, who nodded, and gave the lion a sultry smile.

"If there's anything I can do to make your meal more pleasant, sir, just let me know." She packed as much saucy, sexy, and flirty into that single sentence as she could, and gestured to Iris. Shoo, this is my job now. She scooted, the otteress knowing full well that she wasn't cleared for, or comfortable with, what was going to happen.

Mister Xi paused, looking at Vanessa first with a wary eye before turning on Gregory. "Is this some kind of bribe?"

Thomas and Gregory exchanged a glance, while Vanessa laid out the meal. "No, not really. Regardless of your decision, Vanessa's part of the hospitality. Though I will mention that the Finest like repeat business, and if you choose to sign off on this venture, you'll have good excuses to visit Boston fairly often. A tiny bit to sweeten the pot on an already pretty good deal, no?"

The lion gave both wolves a dubious look, then shrugged and turned his attention to Vanessa. His unstated acceptance of the invitation got a big smile from her, and she leaned over to slide him his plate. Which incidentally gave him a great view down the front of her shirt. The way his ears lifted and a smile tugged just slightly at the corners of his mouth told her what she needed to know. Straight, maybe bi, but either way inclined to enjoy a female's company.

Good. She could work with that. After she made sure everyone had food and drink, she picked up a drink of her own and proceeded to make a little production out of seating herself in the lion's lap. The little wiggle as she got herself settled earned a laugh from Thomas and a half-glazed moment of distraction from Mister Xi.

Lunch went well, the food was as excellent as predicted, and in an hour or so, all three men were leaned back in their seats. Mister Xi had spent a little of his time feeding Vanessa bites of his dumplings. He seemed to have warmed to the idea of an eager-to-please assistant in his lap. With the dishes whisked away by Iris, who had been waiting for the signal tapped into the tabletop console, Vanessa just grinned at the room in general.

"Dessert is now available gentlemen. Would you like cream filled cabbit? Perhaps you'd rather have her frosted? Any reque-" she was cut off as a big paw clamped over her muzzle, the lion chuckling as he held her mouth shut.

"Mister Lovette, Mister Jameson. May I ask if you know what sort of limitations we are under? How involved can I get in, for example, making our lovely hostess stop talking?"

While he waited for an answer, he kept his thumb, fore, and middle fingers on her muzzle, but his ring and pinkie were stroking against her throat. Actually a little tight, not that she minded. She lifted both hands, and one went to the lion's wrist, holding gently, while the other cupped around the stroking fingers and pressed a little.

Thomas and Greg exchanged glances, then Greg shrugged. "Vanessa's pretty kinky, and she'll let you know if you're doing something she's not up for. Don't try and wreck her or anything, but there shouldn't be any issue with giving her a rough time. Right, spotty?"

Mister Xi took the message as she'd intended, and spent a little time squeezing her throat with those two fingers. Not enough to choke her or anything, but a delicious little thrill of false danger. He was getting the idea, and his choice of questions was encouraging. So was his follow-up request.

"Hands down, little bunny. Behind you. Let's see if you're as dexterous as you seem. Can you get my pants undone without getting up?" She could almost feel his voice. God, that was sexy. Both hands down, behind her back. It was awkward, a little, but not the first time she'd had to work without being able to see what her hands were on. She knew the shapes. She knew how men were put together, and where to caress and where to squeeze. And where to faintly drag her claws, in this case, low on his belly.

It wasn't a purr, that bass rumble, but it felt as rewarding. She slid a hand out of his pants, undid his belt, and paused to shudder in delight as he squeezed a little tighter on her throat. It took more concentration than she could muster to undo a button and zipper behind her back, so she had to wait until he let go of her throat, and she had a chance to get her head back in order, to complete his request. Both hands back inside his pants. He was hard enough, and her hands said deliciously thick.

She worked with the awkward angle, sliding her hands up and down in counter to each other. Which was enough to get him unfocused, loosen his grip on her face. She finally got a good look at what the other two were up to. Or down to, which was half-unbuttoned slacks for both of them, soon to be bare wolves.

Yummy.

Mister Xi bit on one of her ears, pulled a little bit, then growled softly. "I'm hard enough, girl. Can you get me in without getting up? Consider it a challenge."

She considered the angles, and her position. It wouldn't be impossible, just a little finicky. There was never a question that she'd try. It took some maneuvering, and some squirming, to adjust things so his dick wasn't behind her anymore, but under her, between her legs. Finally able to see it, she confirmed yes, lots of girth. It wouldn't be smart to try and rush this.

So she had her fun instead, grinding against him, sliding that cock against her panties for a few moments, before pushing those aside and starting the work of taking him in. And while she was doing that, the wolves had other plans. Thomas unbuttoned her shirt, Greg took it and flung it somewhere, and by that point she was well enough down on Mister Xi not to need hands, just the rocking and grinding of her hips. A good thing because there were two knotted cocks right in front of her that needed those hands on them.

"All for me? Oh boys, you shouldn't have. You're going to spoil me." She had Greg in her left hand and Thomas in her right, and both were hard, their scents mixed and strong. Just the way she liked things. She took turns, stroking one with a hand while she cupped the other's balls and sucked him down, running her tongue around the tip or forcing her way down until the tapered tip tried to push into her throat. Mister Xi seemed content with her slow ride, rocking and working her hips more than any really active motions. He was thick enough she didn't want to rush in to anything too energetic.

Greg, first. She felt him tensing in her hand, felt that moment of release coming closer, and pulled the other wolf from her mouth. Quickly, just the tip of Greg's dick, and that hand started to squeeze and stroke and play with his knot. It didn't take long after that, and she had a mouthful, then more than a mouthful, looking up at him with wide eyes as his seed filled her mouth, then dripped off her chin onto her breasts. She knew what he liked, what he wanted to see.

The look of bliss was what she wanted from him, and he was definitely euphoric. Thomas, though, he'd be wanting a turn right about then, but she knew he liked a little change. She leaned back a little, took his cock in one hand, his ass in the other, and pulled him closer. Laid his shaft between her tits, and used both hands to squish them together. He didn't need instructions after that.

While the wolf was busy rutting her breasts, the lion was getting more and more insistent, hands on her hips as he thrust into her, steadily harder. One hand shifted, then the other, and she felt claws dragging along the insides of her thighs. The way that made her tense and gasp, he liked. He liked that a lot, because he went for it again, dragging more of those red hot lines in her very, very tender flesh.

There was a quick sequence, events happening almost on top of each other. Thomas lost it, catching her on the face, in the mouth, under the chin, leaving a trail from her nose to her cleavage. She'd have been a little annoyed, if she wasn't so busy losing it herself. The lion's claws and dick were in all the right places, and when she went over, so did he, emptying inside of her as she clenched and fluttered around him.

Thomas leaned against the table, a little shaky. Greg had dropped into one of the chairs, and Mister Xi was still inside her, a hand on her belly and the other wrapped around her throat.

"This one is a very, very good incentive to close our deal, gentlemen." Vanessa let out a soft little sound of delight, that fell silent when he squeezed a little tighter around her throat. So good.

He relaxed a little, and continued to stroke under her chin with one forefinger. "I was already inclined to sign," he continued. "Just waiting to see if you were willing to volunteer anything more."

Greg and Thomas both wagged in unison, and stopped at once. Canines, terrible poker faces the lot of them. "Well, sir, I hope Vanessa hasn't changed your mind too far, then." The lion let go of her, let her stand up, then slid his palm on the table, calling up the documents he still had yet to sign.

Which left his mess leaking out of her, pooling in her panties as she slid them off.

"Well, Mister Xi. Do you want a souvenir to take with you, back to Beijing? I can have them cleaned, if you like."

The lion paused, and shook his head. "No, I think the memory will be the best souvenir I can take. And the promise of a second helping of this delectable dessert."

She paused, back to the lion, and the wolves could see the grin rising before she turned. "Oh, if that's what you want, sir, you don't have to wait for that. Would you like a little help while you sign?" She slid to her knees, waited for his hands to clear from the table, and started to bite and kiss and nibble her way up the insides of his thighs. Going until she nuzzled up against his still wet and messy cock.

"You know, I think I regret letting go of your throat, miss. You talk entirely too much. Do something sweeter with that pretty mouth."

She just purred in place, and slipped her tongue around his tip, used that to guide it into her maw, and looked up. He was watching her, no surprise, and she held his eyes as she pushed further, further, taking every thick inch as he watched. She held just like that for a few seconds, then started to pull back and off.

He stopped her, not with a hand in her hair, but with a hand on her throat, wrapping that big paw around and cupping tight. "Gentlemen, I can see she has your attention again. Share this dessert with me. I think there's room for some more filling." Vanessa couldn't see much of anything but tawny fur and half-shed clothes, but she felt it when one of the wolves came up behind her.

She felt a cock drag against her messy mound, felt it pull some of that mess up, and the slow, careful pressure under her tail. A mouth full of cock kept her from protesting even a little bit, and to be fair, she knew exactly what was going to happen, and how much she was going to enjoy it. The lion's other hand gathered her hair, and both hands just manipulated her head. She could only have stopped him by biting, and that was, in her opinion, not a great plan.

She felt shifting, again, her hips turned and right leg lifted. Felt it drape on a wolf's shoulder. Felt more maneuvering as the lion fucked her throat. Then felt another pressure, the second wolf sliding into her pussy. They had to be practically on top of each other, to both get in her at the same time, but she wasn't complaining. She couldn't, aside from choking, gagging noises, interrupted only by moans of pleasure.

She didn't know how long they lasted, or how many times she came, but she knew exactly how they finished. Knots swelled, stretching her more and more until it was too much, until they couldn't get back out and both of them, almost at the same time, started to empty into her. Only a few strokes later, Mister Xi joined them, pulling her hard into his crotch, stuffing his cock as deep in her throat as he could, and squeezed his hand around it. Cut off from air entirely, and dizzy from both that and the squeezing fingers, she swallowed as much as she could manage, then choked and coughed as he pulled back to let her gasp air.

And to let the last spurt land on her face, right across the top of her muzzle.

All of them were spent, tired, and euphoric. None of them was up to moving much, nor had any desire to, aside from a rumbled command to clean him up from the lion. Which Vanessa was pleased to do, licking and nuzzling and grooming him until the cum decorating his shaft and balls was gone. That took just enough time for the boys to manage to pop their knots out. She'd probably be sitting on an ice pack later, but right now? Right now she was perfectly pleased with her day, with her job, and with her customers.