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Light flickered over the windshield as I drove along the tree-covered drive. It was the sort of thing that always made my eyes hurt, but it was nice, too. I kept driving -- I had just cut out of work for lunch and a break was sorely needed. My ears were just starting to recover from what had felt like a permanent case of airplane-ears. Now they were perked, and I sniffed at the air that came in through the open windows, cool and crisp, a cool early summer day. Folks like to say we Malinois love to chew, and I say that's a vicious stereotype, but also I could have really gone for a good chew just then. I would have to settle for the lunch I'd packed.

I'd seen it hundreds of times before but never made the time to explore it. It was one of those tree-lined boulevards you only find in Paris and neighborhoods that want you to think they're posh, and mostly the latter. However, it had trees and the rippling sun-shadow show was pleasant, if a little hard on the eyes. I followed it for a little while, through some curves and hills and a few traffic lights. A side road caught my eye, promising to take me along a stand of trees, and maybe to somewhere quiet and away from people where I could eat my lunch.

The road tipped downward, following a surprisingly long hill down. A fence rose to the left, six foot high and just classy enough to not be imposing. To my right was just a series of oversized houses, so when I saw a gap in the fence, between two large brick pillars, I turned in. Worst they could do was turn me away. Probably. I didn't think I'd get shot for the crime of driving a Subaru onto their property. After all, it was clean and I didn't have any stickers on it, so I knew I didn't look like a hippy.

As I passed through the gate, I was presented with a wall of row-houses, all in brown of course, across a narrow two-lane road of brick. There was a little walled-off parking lot off to my right, so I turned in there and rolled along, trying to find a place to pull in and enjoy a little quiet. It was fairly pretty, and, again, kinda skirted that line between tasteless status reaching and actually-kind-of-nice. It was an impressive balancing act. Also the shade was surprisingly good. Trees that big shouldn't have been around houses this new.

The parking lot was, itself, weird. For one, they'd continued the brick motif and space lines were laid in contrasting bricks. Then there was the fact that half of them didn't have cars in them, but were blocked off stanchions bearing name placards, like "Donaldson" and "Smith" and "Stewart" and "White," as though it was important for us to know who wasn't using a spot.Where a car was actually using a space, it was a collection of BMWs, Audis, and even a few Teslas. Conspicuous didn't even begin to describe it.

I finally found a place to wedge my car in. It wasn't a parking spot, I simply gave up an parked in yet another fucking convertible Beamer at the end of the lot. It was still a bit cool for those, unless you were really dedicated. The whole area was in dappled shade, and would have been picturesque if not for row upon row of useless cars taking up the space. I took a little satisfaction in noting their covers were coated in sap and pollen.

I cut the engine off and slid the seat back, stretching a little where I sat. I hadn't quite blown my winter coat, and I was enjoying the cool breeze coming in the window as I leaned back and closed my eyes. Lunch could wait a couple of minutes.

The sound of heels clicking on those pretentious bricks told me I wouldn't even get that much. I cracked an eye and spotted a lean, white-furred shepherd woman, in a dark green power suit. Power skirt? Whatever. A suit jacket and a pencil skirt that matched, and stopped above her knees. More than a little bit above her knee, I noticed as she got closer.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm afraid you can't park there." She almost sounded like she was actually sorry. I was impressed.

I closed my eyes again. "Not gonna be long. Not longer than that Beamer will be."

She was undaunted. Surprise. Nothing about her suggested she gave up easily. "That may be, but the management takes parking enforcement very seriously and will call a tow truck within ten minutes."

"Well then," I answered, giving up and opening my eyes. "That's serious indeed." I adjusted the seat and hit the button for the engine. "Guess I'll be going, then. Shame, it's a nice place, wouldn't have minded taking a look around."

She smiled at me, almost warm. Professionally welcoming. She gestured to a set of spaces near a building with extra signage. "We do have visitor parking just over by the clubhouse if you'd like a tour."

I cocked an eyebrow. "A tour, hm? Going to show me around?"

"It seems the neighborly thing to do." She gestured at my lunch on the passenger seat. "Bring it with you. Do you need to heat it up?"

I shook my head. "It's fresh." Part of me thought that sounded like I'd just killed a rabbit. I shrugged to myself, though she probably saw. Let her. No reason to look too interested in the place. I was sure her usual customers cared very much about not caring too much. "Ok then." I put the car in gear. "Meet me there?"

"Of course!" She seemed entirely too perky, and I wondered if she drank coffee all day or if maybe she just did a line of coke before she greeted a customer. I pulled the car out of its double-parked spot and swung around unnecessary brick pillars until I could pull into the visitor spaces. The visitor parking was also paved in brick with contrasting brick lines. No unsightly asphalt here.

I got out, pulling my lunch with me and locking the car. I looked at the shepherd woman, who'd walked over after me. "I'm sure the management takes vehicle theft very seriously, too, right?"

"If you're asking if you need to put the windows up, I can officially suggest you do, as management is still not responsible for vehicles." She leaned in close, half conspiratorial, "But I wouldn't worry about it. It's a very safe community."

"Uh-huh. So," I said, waving a free paw around vaguely. "So...there was a tour?"

"There certainly is! Let's start with the community lounge. This way!" She spread her paws and set off next to me when I started in the right direction. "So, welcome to Weissenwald. I wouldn't call us an exclusive community, but our residents do have a certain class." She gave me a smile, like I was supposed to know what she meant.

"I see. Nothing wrong with wanting to live in a nice place, I suppose." We'd walked into a lobby with a twenty foot ceiling and dark wood paneling and stone on the walls. Overstuffed leather chairs circled around glass coffee tables with wrought-iron frames.

"Exactly, exactly. We offer some of the very nicest places to live." She led me through the lobby and to a door that led back outside, this time to a sheltered patio. As she stepped up to open the door, I couldn't help but noticing how her skirt hugged her hips and thighs, accentuating those curves, and how her tail moved in counterpoint, keeping her balanced and contrasting well with the deep green of her suit. I could not fault her taste. In clothing, that is.

I stepped through onto the patio and saw that it projected from the back of the clubhouse over a little valley between the hills of the property. Thehe surface was some sort of dark, textured synthetic, the sort of thing that doesn't need too much maintenance but doesn't look too fake. It was another one of those choices that suggested someone with some taste had been involved in the design here.

The shepherd followed behind me and then led me over to a set of outdoor lounge chairs at one corner of the deck. I sat in one and found it surprisingly comfortable. There was a table between the pair of chairs we occupied, and they faced an elevated firepit along with several other pairs of chairs.

"Nice place," I remarked honestly. "Kinda needs a couple of cocktails, don't you think?"

She grinned at me. "It certainly does. We do cocktail events sometimes. I'm sure you'd like them."

I twisted the cap off the bottle of flavored sparkling water I'd brought with me. "As long as you have decent booze."

She shook her head. "But of course. We have a contract with a very good drinks catering company. They provide the spirits and bartenders. It works out."

"Oh, but nothing in the clubhouse in case you need a little nip?" I sipped my water.

"Well..." She leaned over the arm of her chair and grinned conspiratorially. "When I need a little something, I have my ways."

I flicked an ear and grinned back at her. "I have no doubts."

She leaned back a little, still angled towards me but sitting more comfortably, the moment more or less over. "So what are you having?"

A lewd comment caught in my throat and I coughed. "Simple caprese. Bit early for it, but you know, greenhouses go a long way. Local mozarella. The vinegar is imported though."

She nodded. "Well the best isn't made here. Sometimes you need to look abroad."

"Just so." I popped the lid off the container and offered it to her. "Care for a taste?"

She eyed me for a moment, then plucked out a tomato and popped it in her muzzle. "Ahh, lovely."

I picked up the fork I'd brought with me and started in on the salad. "So, I never got your name."

She laughed at that as she pulled out a cloth napkin from her jacket and wiped her paws. "Goodness. I must be slipping in my age. I'm Evi. I'm the hospitality manager here." She offered a paw. "And you are?"

I took it and shook. She gave me a firm squeeze, lingering just a little longer than was strictly professional. "Mike."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mike." She sat back. " So what brings you to our little neck of the woods today?"

"I was looking for somewhere to have lunch. It's far too nice out to sit inside."

"Indeed, and I'm glad you've given me the excuse to sit outside, myself." She grinned. "I must say it's a lovely lunch you've brought. Did your wife make it?"

I cocked an eyebrow and shook my head. "No wife."

She flicked her ears. "Oh! Husband, then?"

Now I grinned. "No husband either."

Evi had the grace to look embarrassed. "Oh. My apologies. You make an excellent lunch then."

I dipped my muzzle. "Well thank you."

"So... perhaps you would be interested in one of the one- or two-bedroom units?" she offered.

"Well, let's not limit ourselves. I'd like to see everything you have to offer." I replied.

Evi grinned and raised her eyebrows at me. "I'm sure we can arrange that."

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Evi punched a code into the keypad over the doorknob. It beeped and she pushed it open, leading the way into the unit. It was a penthouse, the last one on the tour. I was ready for the tour to be over -- I can only see so many absurdly expensive apartments I can't afford until I get tired of white marble and wood-inspired floors. And hell, at these prices they could have used real wood.

Speaking of wood, I was sporting some of my own. She might have been in her fifties, but she clearly spent a lot of time in the gym, or maybe running. I had an image of her in a tank and tight running shorts, panting her way up a hill, and I did not mind it at all. Hell, with white fur like she had, you couldn't tell she was getting a little grey around the muzzle. Mostly, I think it told in the way she looked at me, like she was sizing me up all the time, and like she'd had a lot of time to get good at it. I figured she'd gotten good at other things, too.

"Coming in?"

I coughed and stepped into the place after her. "Ah, yeah."

"It's a lot to take in."

I coughed again.

She grinned at me, like she knew what she'd said. "Real hardwood floors here, with a heating system. No cold paws in this unit." She turned and led me through a foyer, past a pantry and into a well-equipped kitchen. Past the island was a vast expanse of space, with a fireplace (a fireplace in a penthouse!) to one side and an open stretch of hardwood that suggested a free-flowing living room to dining room arrangement. The entire space had a wall of glass that looked out over the trees of the valley.

Evi leaned against the island. "What do you think?"

"Damned good view." I grinned. It was, all of it. The place wasn't furnished, but even so it managed a certain spartan beauty. Here they'd clearly applied a little more actual taste than in the "lesser" units.

"I thought you'd say that." Evi waved at me to turn around. "As you can see, it's fully equipped. Move-in ready, if you will. Top of the line fridge, plenty of counter space, induction stove and double convection oven. I do believe you could work some magic in here, Mike."

I ran a paw over along the edge of the range and then swept over the cool countertops. Marble, of course, but this time a nice black. I turned to lean against my own section of counter. It was a pretty efficient space, not so close we were bumping into each other, but if I was actually cooking I'd be one, maybe two steps between each surface. Again, it was like they'd saved up all their taste for this one unit. "You know, I think I could."

"Mmmm," she agreed, then pushed herself off the counter. She turned before she ran into me, but her hip brushed against me and her tail swept directly over the bulge in my pants I couldn't really hide, especially not where I was standing. "Follow me, I have something even better to show you."

I watched her go for a moment, then shook my head and followed. I certainly had some ideas. She led me out into the living and dining room area, and I could see it was flanked on either side by an arching staircase that followed the curve of the wall. No risers meant you could see through them, which helped balance out the weight of their wood construction. It was, indeed, impressive. Hell, the staircases probably added more to the rent than my entire apartment cost. Stepping into the living room, I could see the windows carried upwards, two floors high and presenting one hell of a view of the woods and sky.

"Bet this place looks good at sunset," I remarked.

Evi nodded and grinned with satisfaction. "It certainly does." She waved a paw and started up the stairs. "Come on up here, Mike, there's more to see."

I stood at the foot of the stairs a moment, taking in the view, both of the landscape and the shepherd walking up the steps. She definitely put a lot of work into her body. Maybe she just got lucky, too. I never could tell the difference. But damn, the pencil skirt hugged her hips and rump in a way that really showed off the curve of her rump.

Evi reached the top and leaned on the bannister, grinning down at me. She was looking pretty smug. "Did you forget how stairs work, Mike?"

I coughed. "No, just admiring the view." I grinned up at her and started up the stairs. She watched me from her perch, her tail swaying slowly behind her.

When I reached the top, she turned and showed off the place. "Here we have two guest rooms and a hall bath between them. Hardwood throughout, of course." She looked over her shoulder at me, as though she'd been worried I would forget such an obvious thing.

"Of course. Can't go wrong with lots of hardwood."

"I've certainly never thought so." Her tail brushed up over my crotch again, then she stepped away and pushed open the door to the middle room. "Call it a third bedroom, or a guest room. Or maybe a study or home office."

It was small by comparison to the rest of unit, but larger than most bedrooms I'd been in. Still, it had no breathtaking views, only a high ceiling with several skylights in it.

"As you can see, ample natural light, but not quite a show-stopper." She shrugged apologetically. "Not as nice as a hidden courtyard, perhaps, but more practical."

"Yes, but what home is complete without a hidden courtyard?"

She shook her head."It is a mystery." She pushed open the door next to it. "Bathroom. Fully equipped, of course."

It certainly was. Again, larger than many bathrooms I'd seen, with a full tub and double sink. It would have stood out in any place I could afford.

She took me to the last door and opened it into a room with a wall of windows along one side that continued the curve from the living room. "The last room here could be either a very nice guest bedroom or perhaps a room for the pups." She shrugged. "Whatever suits your fancy or your independent lifestyle." She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Among other things, certainly."

Evi turned again, brushing past me as she led the way to the other end of the ... what was it? A landing? Stairs? A balcony? It was too absurd for me to find the words.

"Ah, but this, well, it truly is the masterpiece." She opened the door and stepped into a room that had to be half the size of the living room downstairs. One wall was full of windows matching the exterior curve, another wall invited a bed, with doors to either side that I suspected led to disgustingly large walk-in closets, and the last wall had only one door, through which I could see hints of a truly obnoxious bathroom.

"You know I'm starting to feel like this is a little bit excessive. Besides," I waved a paw at the windows, "I hope the neighbors can't see in." I paused. "Mostly."

Evi gave me a wide shepherd grin that hinted at trouble. "Mostly? Do tell, Mike."

I coughed and waved a paw vaguely. "Well you know, sometimes one enjoys putting on a show." I flicked my ears -- this was pushing even my limits for someone I'd just met.

"Mmmm." She leaned in close, and I felt her paw brush my hip. "How interesting."

I grinned back at her and rested my paw on hers, but didn't move away. "Going for my wallet?"

She curled her fingers to dig her claws into my hip, pulling me a little closer. "Maybe I'm just checking your assets."

I coughed again, but grinned wider. "Well then... Shame the place is unfurnished, isn't it, so you could show me all its amenities." I slid my paw up her arm, squeezing just behind her elbow. I gestured with my other paw at the bathroom. "But I'd really like to see if there's a party shower hiding in there."

"Have use for one of those, do you?" She practically leered at me as she slid by, no longer even trying to be discreet as her hip brushed heavily over my groin and her tail followed behind.

Once I recovered my composure, I followed her into the bathroom. It was, indeed, as large as I'd suspected, with a massive raised tub that looked like it could comfortably fit four, and probably eight if they really liked each other. Which, if you were getting into a tub with folks, you probably did.

Evi stood by the glass-walled shower. It covered the entire end of the room, maybe eight feed wide and half that deep. There was an array of controls on the wall, and the ceiling held a grid of shower heads.

"As you can see," she said, pointing out the features, "It is a very well-equipped shower." She paused to grin pointedly at me, "Plenty of room for guests, or more personal space than most offices." Her paw tracked the fixtures, starting at the top, "Full vertical coverage from the top array, horizontal coverage at both ends," here she pointed out an array of shower heads mounted to both of the 'short' walls of the room, "and convenient wands for those hard to reach places. Or, you know, a little personal time."

"Personal experience?" I asked, eyebrow raised. It was a pleasant thought. I was having a lot of those about her right now.

"Not in this shower, but yes." She grinned. "You?"

"I don't think I'll get the same things out of it that you do."

"You'll have to get something else, then." She paused a moment and we more or less leered at each other across the silence. "So," she continued, moving across the space to stand next to me, "You saw the tub. Also suitable for parties of one or more."

When I turned to face the tub, she shifted, pressing her rump into my groin again. "Two sounds like more fun."

She chuckled and stepped past me towards the door, taking her time to grind against me far more than professional flirting required. I was pretty sure professional flirting didn't require any grinding, but I wasn't about to complain.

She stopped at the door to point at another array of fixtures, a series of brass panels in the floor, wall, and ceiling, set off by a glass sheet from the rest of the room, but between the tub and shower. "Ah, and of course, a full-body dryer. It's quite an experience."

"Most luxurious. I've never tried one."

She shook her head. "Well, you'll simply have to try it after the tour."

I raised an eyebrow again. "Oh? Is that a standard part of the tour?"

She grinned as she stepped through the bathroom door. "No."

I gruffed and paused for a moment to get my brain working again, then followed her. My ears flicked with agitation, because at that point all I really wanted to do was bend her over the nearest soft surface, but the place was infuriatingly devoid of furniture.

I stepped into the bedroom and didn't find her. I hear her voice through the door back to the landing. Loft? What the hell did I call the thing? Catwalk? "Come on out here. The view is really something."

I stepped through the door and found I agreed. The sun had shifted enough that the trees were lit, and the view as a brilliant sort of inviting green, with the skyline clearly visible in the distance. And, in front of it, Evi was leaning on the rail, her tail hiked and waiving. "Oh, it certainly is," I replied.

As I took in the view, I noticed more than the skyline was visible. Her skirt had hiked up and she'd either never been wearing panties or had removed them when I wasn't looking. In any case, I had a quite clear, and rather lovely, view of the spade-shaped outer lips of her sex. She looked over her shoulder at me and raised an eyebrow.

I took the hint, walking over to stand behind her, putting my paws on the railing to either side of her. I pressed my back to hers and pressed my hips to her rump. I might have been getting my pants wet, but at this point it didn't matter. I leaned in close and nosed her ear. "Trying to seduce me into buying, mmm?"

She chuckled and pressed her hips back with a quiet groan. "Or at least put in a deposit."

I growled softly. "Deposit I can do."

She reached back a paw and pulled at my belt. "Then get these pants off and fuck me already."

I growled again at the abandonment of euphemism. "Ok then!" I shifted my hips back just a little and quickly undid my belt, then shucked my pants down to my thighs. It wasn't a graceful or clean action, but nothing about the situation was graceful or clean. I pressed my hips against her rump again, sheath pressed between her cheeks, my half-erect cock prodding her spade. She soaked my sheath fur instantly. I loved a woman who got really wet -- lube made up for a lot of dryness, but it was nice, and extra hot, when you didn't have to stop for it.

She moaned in approval. "Ah, fuck, there you go."

I ground against her, then shifted and reached down to guide myself into her. "Yeah, that's the idea."

I pressed forward, and my cock slid inside, and holy shit, she was hot. She clenched rhythmically around me as I pushed in. Her walls were slick and welcoming, and I let out a moan without even realizing it.

Evi let out one of her own. "There you go, Mike. That's a good dog." She shuddered a little and bucked back against me when I paused, hilting herself around me. "All the way."

I huffed, but had no better words. I gripped the railing with both paws and rolled my hips, rocking her forward and then pulling back a bit, only to push again when she rolled back to me. I nipped the base of her ear and panted, "Goddamn, I'm not gonna last."

She gave a little growl in response and squeezed at me. "Better slow down, then. I need a little more fucking."

"Goddamn you do." I slowed my pace, making up for it by rocking firmly into her. She ground back against me, and when she squeezed, I had to pant to keep from clenching and cumming right there. I paused and bit at her scruff until the near-climax sensation passed. "Ahhhhh...that was close."

She chuckled and reached back to run her paw through the short fur of my cheek. "Yeah, you gonna knot me, Mike?"

The little break was giving me a sort of second wind, and I was farther from climax than I had been. "That was the plan," I huffed into her ear. I started to thrust again, a little harder this time. We had a great view of that giant glass wall and the trees beyond it, but I wasn't seeing much, what with all my attention down in my cock.

"Good," she practically purred. She smoothly rolled her hips back into me, her sex clenching hard around my length. I felt her shift, and then I could feel her paw down between her thighs, fingers flicking at her clit as I fucked her. "Come on, tie me, Mike!"

A distant part of my mind admired her skill, holding herself up with one paw on the railing, getting herself off with the other paw as she pushed back into me. I gripped the railing with both of my own paws and thrust my hips hard and fast, making lewd, wet noises in the big empty space neither of us could afford. I shuddered, my tail curling, and my knot swelled rapidly. I growled out a warning. "Gonna cum."

"Good." Her paw flicked faster, and I could hear her breath catch as she came, her walls gripping tightly at me while she bucked sharply back into me. I came immediately, my knot swelling inside her, tying me inside her as my shaft twitched and spurted inside her. Fuck, it felt amazing. She felt amazing. I panted and shuddered as the pleasure rolled through me and I spilled myself into the shepherd bitch.

I was still panting and half out of it when her phone rang. She fished it out, and I caught a glimpse of the screen, which said simply "Will."

"Hello there, hon." She clenched around me as she nodded to something on the phone. I tried not to groan. "Oh, yeah I can stop by the store on the way home. I'm with a client right now, though, so I need to get going. Love ya, bye."

She tapped the end-call button and tucked it away in her jacket again, then pushed back into me, grinding hard into my crotch. My knot shifted a little inside her and she clenched again. "Ahh, yeah, that always gives me a thrill!" She grinned over her shoulder. "You ok back there?"

For my own part, I was feeling a bit less relaxed. "Hard to say," I hedged.

She chuckled and gave me a sort of rippling clench that teased a soft groan out of me. "Hard indeed." She reached back to pat my hip. "But don't worry, Mike, I'll take care of him. You trust me, don't you?"

It took me a minute to find an answer. "Sure."

She snorted. "Fair enough."

"He's not gonna like...come shoot up my office or something, is he?" I couldn't get the image out of my mind any more than I could get my cock out of Evi.

She waved a paw dismissively. "Hardly! If nothing else, he's just not good enough to avoid getting caught, and then there'd be police at the house, and goodness, what would the neighbors think?" She pondered, then rolled her hips again. "Odds of a hot young cop are slim, too." She shrugged. "But no, don't you worry. I know how to be discreet."

My turn to snort. "Mmm, I wager this isn't your first time then."

"Nor my last." She patted my hip again. "And if you're a good dog, I might let you leave regular deposits."

I coughed. "Mmm, can't look at the same places too often, though, right?"

"Don't worry, Mike. You just leave the details to me."

I felt my knot starting to slip, and I rolled my hips slowly, steadily tugging it out. "I should be getting back to work."

She grinned and pushed herself up, turning to take in the view again. "So should I."

I slipped out of her, and she turned to lean against the railing, tugging her skirt down, and looking for all the world like a perfect professional again, while I was still putting my rather messy dick back in my pants. She handed me a card as I was buckling my belt. "Give me a call if you want to see more." She grinned slyly. "I can always make room for a young man who knows what he wants."

I coughed and slipped it into my pocket. "Yeah. Sounds good."

She shooed me out. "I have a little tidying up to do, Mike, if you'd see yourself out. Do come again."

I waved as I made my way down the steps back towards the door, pausing to appreciate that ridiculous window and the view out it again. "It'd be my pleasure."

I closed the door behind me and stood in the hall for a moment to collect myself. I was wrong; Weissenwald had something to offer someone like me after all.