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Ree-ree-ree!

A phone trilled.

Ree-ree-ree!

The secretary, a fancy rat (an 'American blue') with a calm, professional demeanor, picked it up.

"Yes. Yes, he's still here."

Ears cocking, Matt looked up from his chrome-colored laptop, making brief eye contact with the secretary.

"Uh-huh," she said, scribbling something onto a pad of paper with a pen. "I'll ... yes, I'll send him in. Mm?" A pause. Her whiskers twitched. "Understood." Hanging up the phone, the rat adjusted her glasses and looked to the far wall. "Mr. Sani?"

The only other person in the room, the male jaguar made a show of looking left and right before exaggeratedly pointing to himself, eyes widening in faux surprise. "Moi?"

The rat wasn't amused.

"The boss will see you now," she said simply.

"Gee, thanks," Matt said (with a French accent), giving a audible sigh. He threw in an eyeroll for good measure.

She ignored it.

Matt stood, putting his laptop in a carrying bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

He'd been waiting nearly half an hour (time is money, and I'm here for free!), but nobody had come in or out of this room, let alone the boss's office, since his arrival.

What was going on?

Had the boss been on an important 'conference call'?

Or were they playing mind games, trying to intimidate him?

Likely the latter.

If they think they're going to pressure me into signing with them, they're mistaken.

The jaguar, a corporate 'wanderer' (mercenary is such a harsh_term_) who bounced from company to company, state to state, was familiar with every tactic, every trick in the book.

I invented some of them.

He doubted this interview was even serious. They were probably just using it to glean information from him about their biggest competitor. Matt was making good money as Channel 13's 'marketing guru,' helping get the Indianapolis station to number one in overall local viewership.

His resume made him imminently hirable, so he could be choosy about the overtures he listened to.

Did all this success give him an ego?

Yes.

But I wouldn't be a jungle cat if I were modest!

When his contract was up later this year, he was going back to Florida, where he'd been before coming here.

Winter with snow and ice?

I'd rather dodge lizards falling from trees.

The secretary leading the way, Matt padded toward the boss's office. As they went, his keen blue eyes scanned the posters on the wall. Mostly highlighting the 'award winning' journalism under this station's banner, as well as some of the hit shows associated with their network affiliate.

Indianapolis had five local stations. Channels 4, 6, 13, 23, and 59.

Channels 4 and 59 were owned by the same parent company. He'd gotten a message from them, asking for this meeting at 59's headquarters. They'd promised to make it 'worth your while.'

I don't see what they could possibly offer?

Because resources were split between their two stations, the company wouldn't be able to pay him more than 13 did.

On top of that, his contract would need to be bought out, _and_he'd be under a 'non-compete' clause for several months after its termination. He'd demand full compensation for any period of unemployment, of course. No. There were no 'easy outs.' That's just how media deals were.

Why am I here, then?

He scrunched his face.

Because curiosity killed the cat.

The fancy rat opened the boss's door.

Matt muttered 'thanks' and walked inside.

Behind him, the rat closed it.

She then whipped out a key and locked him in.

Matt didn't know who he'd expected the boss to be, exactly. That they were female? Didn't phase him. Why would it? That she was a fellow jaguar? Well. That was notable.

"Hello, Mr. Sani," the other jaguar said, leaning back in her chair. She stared at him with fierce, golden eyes.

"Bonjour," he said.

She tilted her head, ears cocking. Little, blunt ears that weren't quite pointed but not fully rounded, either. Her pelt was similar to his. Tawny hues, gold to orange, decorated with nature's most elaborate markings: inky, irregular rosettes. Like snowflakes, all unique. Her fluffy, long tail, meant for balance, flowed about with a mind of its own.

Matt made sure to maintain eye contact.

She nodded, respecting that he was 'holding his ground.'

"Please," she said, gesturing with a big, padded paw. "Have a seat."

"Of course," he said, striding toward a cushioned chair on the other side of her ostentatious, wooden desk. The surface was polished and shining, lined with awards. Was that an Emmy?

Careful, Matt.

Don't get distracted.

Keep your head in the game.

The male feline put his computer bag on the floor and sat up straight, own tail snaking over the side of his chair. "I'm curious why you called me here," he said, trying to take control of the conversation.

"I'm curious why you came," she replied. "After all, you have the upper paw. Correct? You could've refused."

Taking back control by insisting I have control?

Classic maneuver.

She's good.

"You can't get ahead unless you pounce on very opportunity," he said. "Now, whether you merely toy with it ... or go for the kill?" A shrug. "That's the debate."

She smiled, showing her fangs. As sharp as his own. Maybe sharper. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the desktop. "My name's Advent. I run the sister stations, 4 and 59."

Advent.

That's an unusual name.

Pretty, though.

"Sorry for the wait, by the way," she added. "I had to take a_very_ important phone call."

Likely story.

"You're quieter than I expected," she observed, tilting her head again. Opposite way, this time. "I haven't got your tongue, have I, Mr. Sani?"

"Just call me Matt."

"A very English name for someone with a French accent. Are you Creole?"

"No."

"Should I be calling you Mathieu?"

"That's not necessary."

Advent paused before saying, "Your reputation precedes you, Matt." She leaned back again, steepling her fingers together.

He noticed that she couldn't keep still, fidgeting, full of coiled energy she could barely contain. "Channel 13 went from third in local ratings to first over the past year." She clenched her jaw in displeasure. "Many in the industry say it's thanks to you."

Flattery.

It's true, though.

"I'm a miracle worker. What can I say?"

"I don't believe in miracles. I believe in 'effort equals results'."

Are her claws extended?

She had, indeed, unsheathed them. Not because she sensed any threat from him. Maybe she was trying to be the threat?

Steady.

I've seen better attempts to fluster me!

Better attempts, maybe.

But not from another jaguar.

A female jaguar.

Will you stop obsessing on that? She's not a unicorn.

"Jungle cats are rare in northern climes," Advent mentioned.

"More prey for us," Matt said flippantly.

The other jaguar grinned widely, liking his attitude. "There's only a handful of jaguars in the whole city." The most famous being a star tight end for the pro football team. "Think of that. Two million people in the metro, and only ... what, four or five of us?" She clicked her tongue, staring at him again. Intensely. Hungrily.

"There's gotta be more than that."

"Probably." She shrugged. "But I so rarely get to meet them."

"I'm not terribly compelling. Just your average wayward soul."

"You don't strike me as 'wayward,' Mr. Sani. Oops ... Matt," she corrected.

"No?"

"No. You know exactly where you're going. You calculate your every move, every step, to maximize your monetary worth. It's why you never stay at one job for very long. You chase opportunities."

"Is that so bad?" he challenged.

She must've gotten a hold of my personnel files. How would she know all that about me? I didn't send her a resume. I'm not applying for a job here. I don't want them. They want me.

So, why did he feel like he was being interviewed?

She's up to something.

Matt squinted.

"Consider the opportunity you have here," she said, spreading her arms. She stood up, casually moving around the desk. Tail swaying. Hips, too. Coming up to him, she perched herself on the desktop.

His eyes drifted down.

She's wearing a skirt?

In January?

Our species isn't built for the cold.

Advent pressed one of her claws to Matt's chin, lifting his head to reestablish eye contact.

Matt was aware his pulse had quickened.

No big deal.

Just take slow, deep breaths.

He did so, admiring the jaguar's delightful perfume. Mm! Very appealing. And being French, he should know. No one did perfume better. Hers smelled almost ... spicy. Tickled his nose.

He saw a fire burning in her eyes.

That look.

He'd seen it in the mirror, from himself.

Pure, predatory lust.

Wait a minute ...

He sniffed again.

His eyes widened.

She's in fucking heat!

Matt stood up with a start.

"Ah, ah," she warned, her paws easily batting him back down in the chair. "We're not done. In fact, we haven't even started! My secretary's locked the door and won't let us out until I say. She's very loyal." Advent smiled widely. "The two of us have so much to ... discuss."

"I'm bi."

"Aren't we all?"

"But I'm more into guys!" he insisted.

"I won't hold that against you."

Fuck.

She's not going to take no for an answer.

Hmm.

Maybe if I don't get aroused, she'll have to!

But her scent was everywhere, now.

Invading his mouth, his nose. His mind. Clouding his better judgment.

Advent, purring, straddled his lap. Her arms lazily wrapped around his neck as she cut to the chase. "I neeeed your barbs, Matty," she drawled, huffing on his chin. Nibbling on his face.

"Ahh ... yeah?"

Their whiskers brushed.

"Mm-hmm. See, I've tried other species, other ... textures. Even toys. Oh, they're plenty good enough under normal circumstances. But when I'm like this? Only another real jungle cat can scratch that itch. And I need to be scratched. Badly."

Matt squirmed, trying to mentally will his cock back in his sheath.

It didn't work.

His khaki pants were bulging. Bigly.

Why do I have to be so impressively virile?

"I don't have a condom," he said, shrugging. "You probably don't want kittens, so ... guess I should go! Oh, well."

"We're not in medieval times. There are pills for that."

Makes sense.

"Are you going to pull down your pants?" she demanded, clearly not used to anyone resisting her 'charms.'

Matt opened his mouth to answer that, but she kept talking.

"Mm, no. No. Doesn't seem your style. I'm guessing you're the type who just undoes their zipper and ... whips it out. Anything more than that would require greater effort. And intimacy. And you're not about that, are you?" She touched her nose to his. "Mm?"

He chose not to answer, which itself was an answer.

She winked and purred, "Neither am I. Now ... " Her smile morphed into a fanged threat. "Unzip."

Paw shaking, Matt reached down and unzipped his pants.

"Are you going to be a good boy and remove it for me?" she asked impatiently. "Or do I have to fish for it?"

He shivered.

How ... how dare she talk to me that way!

I'm not turned on.

I'm just ...

Obeying her wish, he worked his shaft through the gap in the front of his underwear, and then out past the front of his pants. It stuck straight up. All six-and-a-half inches. _ _

"What impressive credentials," she said, gripping that cock. "Mmm. Good length, decent thickness." A huff. "Real barbs. Ooh," She ran her thumb over the tiny, hook-like bumps that covered his organ, wriggling as she imagined how they'd feel raking her smooth walls, scratching the primal itch that was driving her increasingly mad.

"Yup. One hundred percent ... all natural," he joked, panting at her touches.

She didn't laugh. Just kept on with her monologue.

"Never thought I'd feel the genuine item again. Mm. Hooked up with a snow leopard a few heats ago? Wasn't the same as another jaguar. Sure, they're barbed, but there's just something about us." She wrapped all her fingers around him. And squeezed. "Isn't there?"

"Ah!"

"There's a strength to us. A fierceness other big cats lack. It's in our rosettes," she declared. "Lions are too proud. Tigers stubborn. Snow leopards are prissy."

"Isn't that a bit rac ... is ... ah, ah," he went, as she wagged her thumb back and forth over his tip, spreading the pre that was dribbling from his tip. Moving it around and around, slickening him up so she could smoothly stroke him. Which she proceeded to do.

"But us jags? We're ... mm, dangerous. Deep down. Pack more punch for the pound than the others. That kind of raw animal energy? You can't fake it. Can't match it. It's inherent. Even though you pass yourself off as domesticated, Matty, I know there's a wild one inside you ... waiting ... waiting to get out. You want frolic with fangs bared." She licked his lips with her scratchy tongue. "I can taste it."

"Bon appetite," he quipped, unable to keep from licking her back.

"I can hear your pulse. Racing like prey," she said, sniffing at him, licking at his neck-fur now. She goaded him by asking, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No."

Wait, prey?

I'm not like prey!

She traced his lips with a claw, smirking faintly. "Are you afraid of girls?"

A hesitation. "No ... "

"You're lying about one of those." She peered into his eyes. "But I'm too horny to care which one." Done with verbal foreplay, she gave him another order. "Pull the band of my panties aside. Leave them on. Just ... pull the fabric aside and take me. Now."

"Now?"

"Now," she growled.

Matt took a deep breath and--

Ree-ree-ree!

The phone trilled.

Ree-ree-ree!

Snarling, Advent reached back and swatted it off the desktop. It clattered to the floor and became unplugged from the wall. Her breasts heaved. Eyes were practically glowing.

Merde!

Not wanting to be on the receiving end of her anger issues, Matt guided his cock under her skirt. He then felt about to pull her panties aside. The first thing he noticed was her body heat. It was insane! She was on fire.

It took him a moment to find her vagina.

It's a lot further south than I remember!

Advent began to growl.

She's about to snap.

Hurry, hurry!

His tip finally meeting her passage, he pushed himself into it. Upward, as far as he could go.

Oh.

Oh, this feels ... good?

Ahh!

Once he was securely inside her, Advent took over, grinding down against his loins, taking the male to repeated hilts.

"Mmf," Matt grunted, eyes squeezing shut, feeling her. With a capital F. Which also stood for Felines. And Fucking. Which the big cats wasted no time doing.

Advent rode him with abandon, bouncing in his lap.

"You ... you better make me cum multiple times," she panted into his ear.

"Or what?"

"Just do it."

Matt wasn't sure how he'd even know when she came? A guy was obvious, of course. He'd been with a woman before, so he wasn't completely_inexperienced. But ... yeah, it had been a while. Would she _tell him or would he have to guess? Would she squirt or something? Would she make an obvious face?

Also, how can I get her off if she's the one controlling the motions? I'm just sitting here!

Hold to her hips.

She likes claws and barbs and sharp things ... yeah, dig your claws into her pelt.

That's it.

Mmm, give her what she wants ...

_And then turn the tables. _

Advent responded to his actions, tossing her head back, hips rocking and rolling. "Ah, yes. Yes!"

"Mmmurrr," Matt went, eyes hooding. "Mmm!"

"Bite me," she ordered.

Caught up in a maelstrom of desire, drunk on her heady, heated scent? Instincts taking over? He didn't think twice. Just obeyed. He opened his jaw wide, fitting it over her shoulder. Her neck. But her shirt was in the way.

He tore it right off her body.

Fabric ripped!

She moaned.

Not wearing a bra, her ample breasts bounced.

Matt immediately grabbed at one.

Finally, he sank his teeth into her fur, biting down just enough to make her squirm. But not enough to draw blood. Not much, anyway.

Yes.

Yes!

"Oh, oh! OH!" she screamed.

Her sex clenched around his as she came, tail zipping straight up.

Matt growled.

That's one, yes?

Advent hissed, her claws dragging down his back, ripping his own shirt into shreds. Her hips slammed to his, bodies colliding, threatening to topple the chair they were in. He could hear the legs creaking.

She may have been dominating him, physically.

But she needed him more than he needed her.

Mentally, the game is mine.

Patience.

_I'm going to win. _

And sex was a game, after all, to jungle cats. Wasn't it? One which revealed much about the participants. Sure, it was fun and all, but it went so much deeper than that. Even deeper than he was plowing her.

Which is pretty deep.

Hah!

Pawing at her ass, Matt used his strength to stop her from bouncing. She yowled in protest. He didn't care, humping her from beneath.

The chair teetered, a leg leaving the floor and returning.

Two legs.

Bump-thump-thump!

His balls smacked at her.

And those barbs.

His secret weapon.

Her greatest desire.

They dug into her smooth, wet walls, dragging along, driving her to the wildest heights of sensitivity, so high she almost forgot to breathe.

Huff!

Puff!

Her golden eyes rolled back. She reached down to rub her clit. "Ah, ahh ... oh, yes, yesss ... yesssssss!" she hissed, hitting a second peak. She tossed her head back and bellowed, claws digging into Matt's back, deep enough to legitimately hurt.

Ouch!

He hissed, too.

And then he came.

His barbs stuck in her soft, rippling walls, his shaft quivering and twitching, shooting ropes of hot, potent seed into her womb.

Matt shook from the pleasure.

Mon Dieu!

He roared!

A loud, deep, throaty sound. In nature, it could travel for miles. Which meant everyone in the building probably heard him. But if Advent was embarrassed, she didn't show it.

Putain.

His off-white chest, rosette-free, heaved as he passed his peak and dizzily came down from the high.

I hope she was serious about those pills.

If not ... ?

Advent sighed heavily, head rolling around. She reached up to rub at her neck. "Damn. I needed that. You have no idea ... "

"Wasn't so bad for me, either," Matt admitted. _ _

Dismounting before anything could get 'mushy,' the female jaguar stood, smoothed down her skirt, and went back behind her desk, flopping back into her own chair. Her shirt was in shreds on the carpet, and her braless breasts bounced. Like, really bounced. Matt found it quite distracting.

She didn't seem concerned about her lack of attire. They'd just bred. He'd already seen it all. What did she have to be ashamed about? And her secretary would bring her a change of clothing.

Matt looked around, wondering what he was supposed to do now. Other than put his wet, limp dick away. Which he did, zipping his pants back up.

"We won't be taking you on," Advent announced bluntly. "Your credentials are impressive, as I noted, but it's not in our current budget."

"Your loss," he said with a carefree shrug.

I've never been rejected by a company I didn't apply to.

But I've also never railed the boss of that company in her office after being lured to a fake interview?

First time for everything!

"However, if we have any 'openings' needing 'filled'," Advent said, stretching as she emphasized certain words over others, casting him a sultry gaze, "I might able to 'slot' you in." She paused. "Once a month?"

Matt caught her drift.

She didn't so much as blink. "Final offer."

He countered with, "I'll explore any 'openings' ... and I get to use you as a reference on any job application elsewhere. I assume you can think of some positive qualities to recommend?"

"A few," she admitted with a purr.

"Also, I need a new shirt to wear home." His was in no better shape than hers. "Can't have people talking, can we?"

There was nothing more the news-media loved more than a scandal, or at least the appearance of one. He didn't need that following him around. He certainly didn't want his peers at Channel 13 finding out about this. If he got fired, the financial protections in his contract were void.

"Mm." Advent studied her claws and sighed. "Fine. Deal." She swiveled in her chair and collected her phone from the floor, reconnecting it and calling her secretary. "Prudence? Yes, we're done here. Change of clothes, please. For the both of us. Thank you."

While waiting for the rat to arrive (she must've known everything her boss got up to, and she loyally kept it to herself; what was the story there?), Matt said, "I must say, it was a pleasure not doing business with you."

"The pleasure was mine," Advent replied. Less of a compliment and more 'I deserved to be serviced.'

I gave her what she wanted.

Why's she still looking at me like that?

Matt sniffed the air.

Her scent ...

It was just as strong as before. Just as intoxicating. He'd heard rumors that jaguars in heat were impossible to sate compared to other felines. He'd always thought it was an urban myth. If anything, it might be an under-representation of the truth. Once more, she was showing her fangs. And licking them. And--

She wants to go again.

Doesn't she?

Matt considered his position.

I mean ... it was pretty awesome.

_And she's right: jaguars are rare in a 'backwoods' state like this. There's something invigorating about being with one, someone who can match you blow for blow. It's a nice change of pace. _

Okay, fine, fine!

I'll do it.

He waited for her to say something.

She just looked at him.

Oh.

She wants me _to ask for it, doesn't she? Has to maintain that upper paw? I guess that's how you become a CEO, or whatever her role is. _ _ _

Advent drummed her claws on her desktop, tail flicking.

"You might want to tell Prudence to hold off," Matt warned, standing up and padding behind her desk. He looked down at her, starting to growl.

Purring victoriously, Advent picked up her phone.