Of Skyscrapers and Taxi drivers... Chapter 1: Cats, Snow, and a Doorman
Im gonna give the story writing part a try so please forgive me if it isnt the best ^^. Comments and feedback are always welcome, its what keeps us writers/artists sharp!
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The cold winds blew between the buildings, scaring up mini flurrie storms in their wake. Citizens laughed, shouted and jaywalked. Taxis cut off SUVs and their drivers in their hurry to get a passenger to their destinaton... Such was a typical winter night in the city of downtown Chicago.
A grey, white, and black feline walked among the many who crowded the streets, her paws padding softly in the snow.
Her eyes were as deep as the ocean and just as blue. She had a tail that swished when she walked and stayed as fluffy as a cloud. A body that was soft and curvy in all the right places, with a good rack to boot! And to top it all off, hair as black as night and silky too. Her name was Tatiana.
Tatiana made her was through the crowds. Being polite if she happened to bump into someone in the process. The cat quickened her pace, trotting along, breath coming out from between her lips in short puffs of steam as she crossed a busy intersection. It was freezing outside and the housecat was eager to get back to her penthouse apartment and warm up, since her overcoat did little to keep out the chill.
"Thank god," Tatiana whispered, practicaly running into her apartment building once it was in sight. The doorman who had come inside to get a drink chuckled when he saw her.
"In a hurry tonight Ms. Catnap?" the dalmation asked, smiling then looking her up and down with intrest. He murred his aproval auidably.
Tatiana noticed. It was hard not to when he was murring so loudly and staring blatently at her. The feline flattened her ears against her head, blushed furiously, and ducked inside the nearest elevator.
Once inside and after she had pressed the button for her floor, Tatiana tryed to catch her breath before the images of the doorman came flooding back. It wasn't the first time that he had showed his intrest, but despite the numerous accounts, the cat couldn't understand why. She wasnt exotic, she was an average House cat with average looks.
Tatiana looked at herself in the refection of the elevator walls. Her stomach was flat and the fur underneith her clothes, soft, thick, and warm. Her hips curved outward and her chest stuck out generously, not that she was complaining. She loved her chest and hourglass figure. They were her best attributes.
It's so much better then being flat chested.. I dont know how people can deal with that all the time. The feline gave her d-cups a little pushup with her paws and giggled at her own thoughts. Sugar lumps were so overrated.
The ding of the elevator brought her out of her musings. Tatiana straitened her overcoat and exited, tail swhishing with every swing of her hips.