Starlet for the Taking

By StripedKittyScribe

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Chapter 3

Ai-Na looked down at her dress, and brushed it smooth. Again. It was the fourth time that she'd done that in the last ten minutes. "I can't believe I agreed to this," she whispered to herself. Again.

It had been several weeks since she'd been 'rescued' from Long Shore by Jenny. They had not been kind to her. She hadn't grown her Tai-Chi student count. She'd gained two new ones, lost three. It wasn't enough to put her into the red, monthly, but it was enough to cut her savings significantly.

Jenny's relationship with her had changed, and not wholly in ways that Ai-Na liked. On the one hand, she was happy that Jenny was more involved and checking in on her more. On the other hand, Jenny was more involved and checking in on her more, and the questions weren't always comfortable.

Miranda had 'forgotten' to charge Ai-Na's debit card for her aerobic pole dancing lessons, and while the charity offended her pride, deeply, she was just as upset that she couldn't really afford to turn it down.

Miss Xiulan had at least been consistent, and Ai-Na had almost been about to start getting a month ahead on rent when she'd lost one of her students. It was the danger of doing Tai Chi classes for the elderly. Sometimes they died. He'd been a nice old man. A bit too flirty for her tastes, but she also recognized that it hadn't been just focused on her. He'd flirted with everyone, and the little old ladies doted on him.

She still hadn't gotten any of the senior centers or community centers to book her. They'd let her post a flier about her classes (which was almost useless, she'd found) but that was all. Without a car, she was starting to realize just how heavy of a handicap she was in compared to other instructors. Las Aguas had a bus system, but after running the numbers she'd spend so much time in transit that it would ruin any chance of her making financial headway. Not because of the time on the road, per se, but because she'd have to change routes so much.

And now, she was about to go out. On a date. She still wasn't sure who'd given her number to him; Jenny or Miranda. Probably Miranda. She hadn't really even thought about it being "A Date" until the guy had said that. 'It's a date'.

She'd thought it had been Miranda trying to give her a different perspective on the thing that Jewel had been pestering her about.

That was another part that had been intensely frustrating. Jewel Starr, who would NOT stop trying to get 'Anna' to sign up for this... whatever it was. Vocational School. Training seminar.

Ai-Na thought of it the way that Miranda had grumbled under her breath. 'Porn Academy'. That thought made her flush. She hadn't expected to learn so much about... things... that way. And Jenny had been extremely clear about the fact that 'real sex' wasn't like porn.

Ai-Na didn't think of people who did porn negatively any more. She was still a little fuzzy on whether she should call them 'sluts' or not. That seemed to be one of those words that could either be benign or insulting depending on context. And she wasn't so instantly against the idea of doing it, herself.

Some of the amateur stuff even looked fun. Jenny had said she'd made a couple of videos (though those were kept private to her) but that wasn't the same thing. It was a little embarrassing just how much more experienced Jenny was with everything. Jenny knew so much more about 'the world' that it was intimidating. Yet another reason that their relationship was different now. Jenny was trying to teach her and 'bring her up to speed'.

Jenny had apparently known exactly what she was doing when she picked out that little toy, too. Ai-Na would never have sprung for rechargeable, but she'd quickly learned to plug it in before leaving, and while she hadn't had as many reasons to sleep well, that was almost certainly the one consistent reason she was sleeping as well as she was.

*

Danny pulled up to the little park and shut the engine off on his little sedan. Tugging the charging cable out of his phone, he noticed several texts that had come in.

Ji-Ning: I know that you don't intend anything bad, I know you. But if you break her heart I will personally hunt you down, skin you alive, and make you swim to Han.

Danny's ears folded back. Tigresses could be all kinds of cute and hot, but god DAMN could they be scary.

Miranda: I will end you if you hurt her.

At least that one was concise.

Jewel: Get her. I don't care if you nail her or not but sign her the fuck up.

Well that was just fuckin' fantastic. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't. He banged his head off of the top of the steering wheel twice, and then sat back. He wasn't going to outright push to recruit this Ai-Na girl. But he wasn't going to push her away from it either. He would give her information when she asked, but he wanted to meet her and evaluate her himself. It wasn't like he was some mega star like Brandon Steele. He barely got roles in the adult film business at all, and probably only as many as he did because he was bi.

Opening the door, he walked around the car and looked across the park to find her. Sure enough, there she was. He already knew where she lived because he knew Ji-Ning, and he'd connected the dots. But he appreciated that the small tigress was also just on the verge of paranoia. Not entirely unreasonably so, either. She'd wanted to keep anything 'personal' private from someone she didn't know. Smart.

He could also see why Jewell wanted to recruit her. Ai-Na was, for better or worse, the exact kind of face and body that the consumers of porn wanted to see being as slutty as possible. He knew that she was 18, he'd specifically asked, and verified through Ji-Ning. Ai-Na looked like she could be well younger than that, though, if you wanted to put that fantasy out there.

She was small, barely five feet tall, and had slight curves and hips. If she was above a B-Cup he'd demand to see the charts. Her hair was short, shorter than he'd expected. Most tigresses seemed to keep their black hair long and straight. Ji-Ning certainly did. Ai-Na's was cut short enough that it wouldn't get in the way, and was ever so slightly punky and cute. Somewhere between a pageboy and a pixie cut. Orange fur and black stripes with white underbelly, wearing blue flats and a matching sundress. Perfectly cute. Perfectly modest. And in the hands of the right director, perfect to be ripped off for effect.

She looked at him, and waved back, though she didn't smile. She had that Hannic poker face thing down. If they didn't want to express emotions, they could hide things insanely well. He knew for a fact that tigresses could make all sorts of expressions, but this one was pure stoic reserve. Her brown eyes didn't give anything away.

*

Ai-Na watched the panther crossing the park toward her, and she had to admit that he was incredibly attractive. It was hard to guess with him moving, but he was somewhere just under six feet tall, three inches shorter at the most. Short black hair, just a touch longer than the black fur that covered him from head to toe. When the light hit his arms just right, she could see the hint of the rosettes that marked him as a jaguar.

He was between lean and athletic. The kind of guy who didn't spend hours sculpting his every muscle, but kept himself in shape and much more carefully watched his diet. His eyes were a pretty hazel shade, something she hadn't ever seen before. He moved well, too. Physical awareness, but not a dancer or martial artist. Maybe a ball player of some sort, he looked like he could sprint well.

The acid washed jeans looked like a favorite pair; worn and broken in but not 'kept for special occasions'. He had on a dark green polo shirt, with some very odd symbol on the breast that she didn't recognize. It didn't have the look of a corporate logo, and didn't have a military feel to it, either. He gave her a smile and held his hand up. "Nay ho."

Ai-Na almost winced. She appreciated the attempt. She really did. But his tones were off. "Nei hou," she replied, and then extended her hand to him. "Ngo hai Shun Ai-Na. Hou go hing jing sik nei." Yes. It was probably a bit of a bitchy move on her part.

When he replied, "Ho goh Hing jing sick nay," she finally cracked a ghost of a smile. He took her hand and gently gripped it. "Yeah, Jenny says I need practice. I'm Danny, by the way."

That got a giggle out of her, and she covered her mouth with her hand. "I've heard worse," she said.

He pulled his hand back, letting them hang at his sides. "I probably don't have to tell you about people getting things wrong with it. I'm lucky that Jenny thinks I'm cute, I think that I told her one time that she smelled like time. Anyway. I've been told by different people that you're Ai-Na, or Anna, but I'm guessing you'd prefer Ai-Na?"

*

The date had gone well. Which shocked Ai-Na. He hadn't tried to cop a feel. He hadn't even tried to kiss her. It had just been a light meal and a walk through the park. He'd almost fallen all over himself trying to ask questions about her and get to know her, without stumbling onto one of the many conversational land mines.

She'd asked questions as well. She'd done her own landmine-avoidance dance, trying to both keep the conversation professional, and yet also get the information that she needed to make an informed decision.

For starters, he told her flat out that anyone who promised to "make her a star" was full of shit. They could do all of the right things, they could have the hottest girl in the world, and something could just not click with the audience. She could say or do something to sour them on her, or get involved with someone who ended up being in a scandal that made everyone question all of their associations.

Furthermore, unless she was insanely lucky, this wouldn't be a long term deal. She didn't like the term 'shelf life', but had to admit that it was evocative and clear. An extremely small portion of actresses made it past their 30th birthday in the industry, let alone 20 years of a 'career'.

He did tell her that it wasn't as bad as it used to be. On the other hand, she was going to have to accept that there was still a lot of baggage, and even worse, being a tigress in the porn industry could be rougher than some others. "Tiger-taming" or "Adding stripes to their coat" or "Cat-scratch fever" or any other number of frankly bigoted phrases or suggestions were still very much a thing. She hadn't been surprised, but at least knowing about it would make it easier to accept.

He'd been funny, too. She'd laughed at his comments and stories. He was cute, and sweet. He'd asked her out again. She'd agreed.

*

There hadn't been any texts from Miranda or Jenny, which told him that he'd at least done a good job there. Jewel, on the other hand, had blown his phone up to the point that he shut it off for the night. 'It's going to take time' wasn't an acceptable answer to the impatient former starlet.

Did Danny want to take her to bed? Kind of. Maybe? She really was a nice person, and she didn't even seem to realize just how attractive she was. On the other hand, she was so timid, and while he was as much 'a guy' as anyone else who got hard thinking about doing things, there were lines. She'd asked questions, and he'd answered them honestly. Perhaps not honestly enough for Miranda to achieve her goal of putting the young tigress off of possibly going into porn, but not encouraging her either.

He could tell that she'd been close to asking more detailed questions, but had backed off. If she had more questions on their second date, he would answer them then.

*

Ai-Na looked at the email from Danny, and gulped. He'd sent it to her after their third date. She'd finally asked, and he'd answered. He didn't even sigh or pretend, it was just an answer to a question that she had almost tried to haul back into her muzzle the instant she'd asked it.

It was a 'sex tape'. He assured her that the person it was with had given him permission to share it. He'd even shown her the text saying 'sure go ahead it was super hot see you later stud'.

She'd watched a lot of porn. ... Was it a lot? She felt like it was a lot. One video a night with her vibrator between her legs. That was a lot, right? For how old she was, she felt like that was a lot.

This was different. She'd met him. She even asked him about the symbol on his shirt, and he admitted with one of the most adorably shy grins that it was a comic book thing. Apparently he was big into that. She was about to watch a sex tape of someone that she knew. He wasn't just 'an actor'. He was Danny.

She chewed on her lower lip and then after a few seconds, she clicked play.

This wasn't porn. Or... it was, but it wasn't. It was obviously just a single camera, in a hotel room, and there wasn't a 'staged' feel to this. She'd asked about that with him, if it felt awkward 'performing' in front of people. He said that you either enjoyed it outright, or you learned to ignore it.

This was just two people who were (presumably) attracted to each other. The shot opened up with him in a superhero costume of some sort. She had no idea who it was supposed to be, some sort of weird black and yellow patterned spandex thing, with a chunky utility belt and a yellow domino mask taped to his fur. He was bent over something, tail weaving around behind him. The spandex really did make his butt stand out.

It was a cute butt.

The female made a 'dramatic entrance' from what had to be the bathroom. She was dressed in what was probably supposed to be 'primitive hunting leathers' as envisioned by someone who wanted to sell that image to a teenage boy. The thong-cum-loincloth rode high on her hips, and the twisted chest wrap did more to draw the eye to her breasts than any kind of attempt to cover them. The 'distressed' leather had notches and tears as if it had been cut with a flint knife. And whoever decided to put a tribal hunter in high-heeled thigh-high boots needed to be smacked. ... even if it was kind of hot.

"I KNEW that I would FIND you here, TechnOath," she proclaimed, striking an imperious pose with one fist cocked behind her and the other hand pointing a finger at him. The acting was atrocious, and yet Ai-Na couldn't help but smile at the over-delivery, and the fact that the cheetah woman was so obviously into her role, and this scenario. Try as she might, the costumed feline couldn't control her excitedly swishing tail.

Danny was a bit more polished, slowly standing and striking his own pose. It was perfectly ridiculous, one hand moving up as if to hold his mask on with spread fingers while the other extended forward in the same open-palm spread-finger pose. "Savage Shamaness! Imagine meeting you here."

Either the banter was poorly written by amateurs, or was improvised. They quipped back and forth, each time striking a different pose that was more and more provocative. Ai-Na couldn't follow any of it, probably because she lacked any kind of context about the comic book world these two were playing in. It was so campy that it wrapped right back around into charming.

They 'fought'. With the cheetah giggling furiously as they grappled, her 'casting spells' the whole time, him making lewd grunting and groaning noises. The choreography had to have been agreed on beforehand, to the extent of 'we're starting here and ending up on the bed'. Ai-Na could have done better in her sleep, but then again, that wasn't really the point of this.

The cheetah landed on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning him to the mattress. She was panting so hard that she apparently forgot whatever her line was supposed to be, staring awkwardly for a few seconds down at him before she just threw caution to the wind and dove in to kiss him hard.

If it had been a scripted scene with professional actors, Ai-Na might have interpreted it as hinted non-consensual, but there weren't any actual signs of that. Just the two of them pawing at each other's costumes (though he kept the mask on) and rolling around on the bed.

She remained on top, and after shoving his pants down she fitted him inside of her slit and drove her hips back with a gasp of pleasure. The camera was in the totally wrong position to catch 'the good stuff'. His arms were around her waist while she rode him hard and fast. There wasn't any teasing or pretending any more. She just went at it, gasping and moaning, while he did his best to contribute and keep her from bucking off of him.

In porn, even someone as inexperienced as Ai-Na could tell that it was about the display, and about the male eye. It wasn't about the actual pleasure, it was about looking like the act was pleasurable, or at least kinky. This wasn't that. It was obviously fun for the both of them. Whatever kind of character 'Savage Shamaness' was in the comics, Ai-Na wouldn't believe for a moment that she was a giggly, squealing, affectionate lover.

This cheetah was, though, and the reality of it sunk in when she threw all hints of being in character out the window and told him to 'get behind me'. She pushed off of him and got on all fours, making herself available for him to get on top of her and rut her from behind.

Ai-Na had seen a 'mounting' position. It was common enough in porn that she could even tell the various kinds apart easily enough; standing, kneeling, bent over an object, hands or elbows or even shoulders on the mattress. The position of the camera made sense, now. Either Danny knew and was able to improvise it, or this had been the goal all along.

The cheetah was on her knees, but as soon as he penetrated her, she lifted up so that her shoulders were pressed into his chest. The sharp, fast motion of his thrusting made her breasts bounce. With her arms twisted back behind his neck, they were on full display, even as she twisted to kiss him. One of his hands clutched at her waist, the other furiously worked between her legs.

Ai-Na couldn't always tell when a woman faked an orgasm on screen. Sometimes she wondered if it was real or not. But she'd never thought 'that was fake for sure' and been wrong. There was something she couldn't quite define, but there was no hint of it here. No, that cheetah just came so hard that Ai-Na practically felt it through the camera.

'Savage Shamaness' came. The clenching and grinding and spasming could be faked. Even the breathy gasping could be faked. The, 'I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum' could absolutely be faked. The wailing cry of, "DANNY!" wouldn't have been faked, though. It broke character, it broke the scene, and it reminded everyone that this was play. The reality of it breaking the falsity of the scene was a paradox.

One that Ai-Na wasn't sure she wanted to resolve.

*

Danny wanted to throw his phone through the window. Jewel was pestering him about Ai-Na. Again. Yes, he had been going out with the tigress for a little over a month, but he also wasn't as keen on pushing. He still didn't have all of the details but he damn well was certain that the little feline had a lot of things to work out.

Jenny had sent him a text as well, though he didn't understand it. "Share this, and I will deep fry your balls and force you to eat them."

Miranda had been mostly silent, which was a blessing. It wasn't as if the community of sex workers was alien to each other. Maybe you didn't 'perform' with each other, but pretty much everyone knew everyone else. If he were more paranoid, he'd be concerned about that.

Still, it was time for a date with Ai-Na and she was waiting in the usual spot. She was wearing that sundress again, and something felt different this time. He couldn't exactly see what it was at first. It was only when he saw her stand off of the bench that he noticed she was wearing heels. Three inch pumps, which provided a dramatic difference for someone as short as she was.

Danny wouldn't ever consider himself 'a star', he was a dime a dozen male performer, but he was very familiar with the effects of heels on a woman's body, and he couldn't help but think of how it would alter her figure. It would elevate her butt from 'nice' to 'damn fine', quite literally. He was about to comment on how she looked nice when he saw her fingers twisting around, practically trying to form a new gordian knot in front of her. "Hey," he ventured as he stepped up. "You look like you're trying to decide whether to run or not."

She gave an attempt at a smile as she looked up at him. "I... I have talked with Jenny a lot about this. But maybe we should wait? I haven't had much to eat today and I don't think I'd be good to talk if my stomach were growling louder than my words."

*

The last week had not been kind to her. She'd lost another student due to death, and was still not finding any more. A few places had offered to let her host classes based off of referrals but she didn't have a car, and even if she had one, they couldn't afford a price that would make it worth her time and travel. She still couldn't afford a car, either, not even what she'd heard Jenny call a 'beater with a heater'.

She'd thought about auditioning for one of the strip clubs, just to bring in some extra cash. Miranda had said that she'd make the introductions, but also warned her that she wasn't there yet. She was talented. But she wasn't sexy. She didn't know how to be sexy yet. And it wasn't something that you could just 'take lessons' on, if you weren't comfortable in your own fur yet.

That discussion had deepened their relationship. Miranda wouldn't just tell Ai-Na what she wanted to hear. It may not always be a pleasant thing, but Ai-Na had experienced more than her share of polite untruths that went beyond social niceties.

In spite of her comment about being hungry, she'd picked at her food and talked more than she ate.

Danny had heard something once about how men and women communicate differently. Something about a bunch of different conversations. There was the one with the words. There was the one they're avoiding talking about. There was the conversation that's all subtext. And something about tone and body language. Then you threw in conversational tone with a woman who spoke a tonal language fluently, and he somehow expected that put a multiplier on it.

Like any blanket statement, he didn't buy it at face value, or at least not a 'universal truth to be universally and unquestioningly applied'. On the other hand, he didn't think that it was that far from the mark in a lot of cases either. Certainly not this one. Ai-Na was talking about a rough week. And money problems. And while she'd mentioned possibly starting to strip, she'd not once brought up Jewel or the issue there. She hadn't asked him anything about being on set. She hadn't even mentioned the tape that he'd sent her.

He'd eaten, even if she hadn't. Trying to give her an excuse, he dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. "It sounds like you're thinking about some pretty hefty things. And none of them sound amazing or positive." He tapped his water glass with a finger, picking his next words carefully. "And maybe I'm off base here, but it sounds like you may be looking to broaden your horizons a bit more and a bit faster than you'd originally wanted to."

*

Danny was so glad that his cleaning service had been through the apartment the day before. So. Glad. He'd brought girls to his place before, of course. But for some reason he felt like this time was different.

No, that's not true. He knew exactly why it felt different. Ai-Na wasn't just 'a girl'. And while he wouldn't say that he loved her, he liked her, and even if Jenny wasn't sharpening her skinning knives in the proverbial background, he didn't want to hurt the young tigress. He recognized that this was a huge step for her, and while he didn't really hold any kind of fantasy about popping girl's cherries, he also recognized the trust that she was placing in him.

He shut the door behind her, and saw that she was quivering, a whole arena full of emotions playing across her face and eyes. He took a deep breath and reached out to draw her in. It wasn't the first hug that they'd ever shared, but she was making this one different. He was as gentle as he could be as he set her cheek against his chest. "We don't have to do anything," he repeated. "You can stop everything, at any point. You can leave any time you want to. Jenny is just a phone call away. I'll even make that call for you if you don't think you can talk." It probably wasn't the right thing to say, but he was doing his best to give her every last bit of power that he could.

It wasn't a natural position for him. He was normally a rather aggressive lover, pushing any button he could just to get a reaction. 'No' meant 'no', of course, and he'd backed way off the few times he'd heard that. But by the time that he usually got into bed with someone, they were usually as worked up as he was. The problem with Ai-Na wasn't that she wasn't worked up. It's that it was the wrong kind of worked up.

She took a deep breath, her muzzle tucked against his chest, and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

He caressed her hair and ears. "Don't be. It's alright. This can be intense and scary if you don't know what's going on." God, he wasn't equipped for this. He wasn't a therapist, he had no idea if he was making things worse or better. He wanted to help, but there wasn't an obvious path forward. She'd said that she wanted to go home with him and sleep with him. She'd even borrowed one of Jenny's bigger bags so that all of her things could fit in it, in case she decided she would literally sleep in his bed until morning.

She looked up at him, the start of a few tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "I'm going to be bad."

Danny brushed a thumb along her cheek. "Maybe," he allowed. "But you... I mean... You didn't start out being good at Tai Chi, right? You stumbled. You missed steps. Your hands didn't go to the right places. No one's 'good' when they're learning."

Ai-Na scowled up at him, and then stepped back. "I... It... You..." she looked down at her bag.

Danny thought she would reach for it and call Jenny. He wasn't even sure that it would be the wrong thing for the tigress to do.

She scrubbed at her face with her hands, and then screamed.

He couldn't pick apart the various flavors of the scream, but there was a lot of anger in there. Maybe some pain. Maybe even a hint of despair. Fuck, he was absolutely the wrong person to help her sort through things, but he couldn't just say 'you need therapy'. She probably even knew that!

She said something, and even if he'd been fluent in that dialect, she was speaking into her hands. When she pulled them down, they were clenched into fists, and she took a deep breath. "Ngo mo zoi bei keoi zyu zoi ngo ge sang wut."

Danny really had to work to parse that one out because of how fast and quietly she said it. Something about controlling her life. He could guess, but he wasn't given a chance.

She reached out and grabbed at his shirt, pulling herself close to him before she said, "I want this. And I'm tired of being scared." She looked up and tried another smile. "Jenny said I should tell you to make my toes curl."

He laughed, and dropped his lips to brush against her forehead. "I'll do my best. Just remember. You're in command. I'll do things, but if you want me to slow down or stop, just say so."

She nodded, and brushed her lips against his chest. "Thank you," she mumbled.

As promised, he was slow. Yes, his erection was screaming for him to get her on her back and fuck her, but he could ignore that little bastard. His hands slid down her back from her shoulders, to her hips, and he started to gather the hem of the dress up, exposing more of her legs.

She wasn't wearing granny panties. The little patch of blue cloth between her legs matched the dress, and covered all of her butt. It was a 'cute' pair. She probably didn't own anything more provocative than these. She lifted her arms up, helping him to pull the dress completely off of her. Her bra matched the panties, and for just an instant she almost covered herself. Her hands even started to move, but she stopped them and forced herself to draw her little fists back to her sides.

Danny set the dress over the back of a chair, then turned to face her. He almost offered her the choice of whether to pull his shirt off or not, then decided against it. Crossing his arms, he worked the hem free of his jeans, and peeled the polo shirt off and set it next to her dress.

She looked at his chest, and stood for a few seconds. He was so much more handsome than... She shook her head.

Danny let her have her time, and then reached a hand out to curl under her arm, around her shoulderblade and draw her in. The kiss, soft and sweet, was as free of demand as he could make it. Offer, desire, even a hint of passion, but as little demand as he could let slip through.

At first, Ai-Na just stood there. Then her hands started to roam over his chest and shoulders, feeling a man's body for the first time. Her tail flicked just a bit, the tip brushing against her calves as she stood in front of him. As she allowed him to feel her.

Danny's hands wandered all over her. He'd been in bed with far more women than most men, thanks to his secondary income source. Oddly enough, he had far little experience actually undressing them. Either the costumes didn't include a bra for convenience, or they were pushed aside to express urgency. Or the costumes stayed on. He started fumbling at the catch of her bra.

She giggled, and twisted her arms back to tug the tabs of her bra open. She almost said something, but then hesitated, and shut her mouth. Teasing him about his lack of experience there felt wrong, especially given the situation.

He grinned at her, and on impulse he stooped down to tuck her knees over his arm and carry her into the bedroom. She squealed, and the instant that it hit his ears, he knew that he'd done something wrong.

She backed up, breathing hard, fingers opening and closing. "No bridal carry," she stated flatly.

He stepped back, holding his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking. That was really dumb of me." And then he waited. If she left, he wouldn't blame her. But he forced himself to stay still. This was her choice, and he wouldn't give any indication of rejection, nor would he press to resume. Either of those, he was absolutely positive, would shatter her. She would come to him. Or she wouldn't.

It took a few minutes to get her breathing under control, and only then did she extend a hand toward him, and she took his hand. The apartment wasn't large, and the layout was easy to determine. There was only one door off of the living room, and she could see that it went into a bedroom. She led him into the room, forcing herself to not scurry like a child sneaking around.

Danny followed, and did his best not to stare at her butt. He failed, of course. There were limits. But he didn't just lock his eyes on it and lose track of everything else either.

She stopped in front of his bed, and then turned to face him. "You said I'm in command. I want..." she trailed off, and swallowed hard. "I want to experience the things I've seen and heard about. I want you to do those things with me. Jenny said I should put a collar and leash on you and make you serve me." She tried to laugh, but it sounded forced, even to her. Ai-Na turned her eyes up to him. "I don't want you to serve me. And I don't want to serve you. Does that make sense?"

He set a hand on her shoulders, and gave her his most reassuring smile. "I think that I understand. How about this? I want to share this with you, too. If we were to go over everything that men and women could do, we'd be here for months. There are literal libraries written on this." He turned to start drawing the sheets down and expose the interior of the sleeping area. "I'll tell you what I want to do with you, right now. Just so you have an idea. Anything can be changed. Anything can be stopped."

Ai-Na watched as he prepared the bed that she was about to lose her virginity in. The room smelled of him, of course. It also had hints of lavender, though they were muted. She could tell that it wasn't something that he'd applied 'just for her'. Oddly, that felt nice. Nicer than if he'd 'prepared' for this. She nodded as he reached for one of the pillows.

Danny took a seat on the edge of the mattress. "I want to kiss you and caress you, all over. Then I want to slide your panties off, and rub your clit and entrance. Then, I want to have sex with you." He held his hands out to the side in a half-shrug. "How does that sound?"

Ai-Na squirmed at the frank statement. "No... no ... licking? Or... or getting behind me, or anything else?"

Danny chuckled, and patted the edge of the bed for her to sit. "Ai-Na, this isn't porn. This is actual, real, unfiltered sex. I may get in trouble for this, but fuck it. I bet you've been rubbing yourself for less than a month, and that you've never had anything else." He held a hand up, "Let me finish, that's fine. You're young, and things are what they are. If we were to reenact something that you've seen, some wild multi-orgasmic thing, with me licking between your legs until you squealed, and then getting on top of you, and then getting behind you, and then pulling you into my lap, you'd be crying before we even got through the second part of that. Things are going to be tender. You're going to be sore. There's no way to avoid this. Even those scenes usually take hours to do and involve a lot of rest, ice, and maybe even happen on different days and involve literal stunt cocks and pussies." He reached out to pat her thigh and then caress it slowly. "If you were hoping that your first time would be something out of one of those fantasies, you're going to be disappointed. Not because I'm bad at sex, but because that's not how this works."

Ai-Na's fingers were twisting around in her lap again. She had wanted all of that. She'd wanted to throw herself into the deep end and just get all of it over with, find out what she liked, didn't like. She'd built this up so much that there may be no way she couldn't be disappointed. Something else was bothering her, though. Everything that he'd said was something that he would do to her. She wouldn't have any participation. Maybe she'd have control, but that wasn't good enough. "I'm just a passenger," she finally said. "I... you..." She forced her hands to be still. "I refuse to just lie back and let you do everything."

Danny considered that. "Well it's a good thing that I said that everything was negotiable," he offered the limp humor. "If you want to do anything to me, that's fine. Great, even. I just didn't want you to think that I was demanding things from you. I'll make you a deal. Same thing goes for you as goes for me. If you want to do something, I'll stop you if I don't like it."

She nodded, and then looked up at him. She was about to say something when he cupped her cheek, and drew her into another kiss.

"Don't apologize for who you are, or what you want," he told her after pulling back from it. "And don't apologize for something before you've made the mistake. Who knows? It may not even be a mistake."

Ai-Na nodded, and then slowly, deliberately laid back into his bed.

Danny's hand settled on her thigh, and then wandered down to start tugging at her heels. "Trust me," he said. "These are incredibly sexy on you. But you don't want them on right now."

She wanted to object. Those had been one of the things that had helped to give her enough confidence to get this far. She was bigger. She felt more powerful. But he was probably right. The last thing she wanted was to put a hole in his sheets if she squirmed around too much.

Danny leaned over after setting the shoes aside, and started to kiss her again. His hands framed her head and shoulders. This time, he pushed a bit further. A lick of her lips. A nuzzle along her jawline. A little nip to her neck. He took his time, making sure that she had enough room and opportunity to stop him.

Ai-Na's thighs clenched each time she felt his lips or teeth on her fur or skin. She was breathing hard, and her nipples were so firm she worried they would bruise. She clutched at the sheets, letting out small gasps as his muzzle wandered. Her only experience had been porn. Was she doing this wrong? Wasn't she supposed to be moaning and talking and telling him to do things? She almost said something when his lips drifted down to her breasts.

Danny kissed the small orbs, and he didn't have to pretend that he liked them. Boobs were fun, always. But he'd also seen more than his share of fake, large tits. He knew more than a few people who'd gotten them enlarged so that they could perform better. Ai-Na's weren't anything special, which was what made them so perfect. Little pink nipples, pointing barely upward along her body line from where the swell of the tissue had grown. He licked her left nipple.

Ai-Na's back arched up and she hissed, hands snapping to his ears as she felt his tongue sweep across her nub, her knees bending as she rolled her hips to the side.

Danny made a sound of pain as her claws dug into his scalp, but he didn't stop. Mental note. Small, but sensitive. Or perhaps she was just extremely responsive in general.

She relaxed her grip, whispering, "Sorry. I... didn't think..."

He lifted back up to kiss her. "It's alright." He winked at her. "They're called 'bragging marks' for a reason."

She laughed. She couldn't help it. "Really? Is that a thing?"

He shifted his weight, rolling to one side to lay next to her. Fingers trailing along her back, he guided her so she lay next to him, propped against his chest. "Oh yeah. More with predators. There's a whole kink about it. Showing off. Big strong male, prove virility." He thumped a fist to his chest. "Make little woman take big load. Make her like it. Rar."

She laughed again. "I... never knew," she admitted.

He kissed her forehead. "It's not massive in terms of popularity. But it does have it's place, and it tends to be one of those things that don't really upset people who don't like it, so it's used a lot in porn. Some kinks turn people off a lot if you're not into it. This one doesn't."

She ran a hand along his chest. "I promise not to leave your back and head looking too rough." And then she leaned up to kiss him.

It was the first time that she'd initiated, and he let her have control of it. Clumsy, of course. But he could also see the playful side starting to come out from its hiding place. He started to pet and caress her figure, letting his hands wander naturally. Squeezing her breasts. Rolling her nipples. Cupping her butt. Teasing his fingers under the waistband of her panties. With her slightly on top of him, he had more than a little room to explore.

Ai-Na kissed him more and more, enjoying it. Honestly enjoying it. The way that he tasted. The way that he responded. The way that he was fondling her. But she found that she also liked how he felt. Strong, and masculine, but kind and gentle, too. She hadn't realized that he was still in his jeans until one of her wandering hands brushed against the waistband. "Shouldn't you take those off?"

Danny's hand gripped hers for a moment, and he grinned. "Would you like to take them off for me?"

The next two minutes were filled with muttered curses about backwards clothing, and accidental bucking that knocked her to the side as he tried to help, but they were both smiling at the end of it, not the least because he was left in his clingy boxer-briefs.

She'd ended up kneeling next to him on the bed, and of course her eyes were drawn to his lap. Or rather, the very pointed hard line of his erection. Her ears flitted back, her tail coiled around her thighs, and she started to breathe faster until she forced herself to take a few long breaths.

Danny stayed where he was, letting her calm down. This was another one of those moments where he was sure that nothing he did would be the 'right' thing. The fact that he was sure that the hangup was self-imposed only increased the downside of any action he took.

Ai-Na finally set her hand on his leg, and looked up at him. "I want to... feel... it. You, I mean. Your..." she motioned at his shaft.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and started to draw them lower. "I would like that. Do you want to do it at the same time? Let me feel you while you feel me?" The waistband finally built up enough tension that it snapped free of where his erection had caught it, and the hardon flopped back against his hip. He wasn't 'exceptionally gifted'. He knew that for a fact. But he was above average.

Ai-Na stared, and chewed on her lower lip. Her fingers started twisting again as she pulled her hands into her lap. She'd seen erections on porn. She'd seen truly giant erections on porn. A few of those, she was convinced were toys. A few, she thought had been played for comedy. Now, she wasn't so sure. Or maybe it was the immediacy of it. This wasn't being filtered through a camera lens and lighting. She couldn't pretend that it had been zoomed in on. "There's no way that's fitting in me," she whispered.

Danny knew that he shouldn't laugh, but he couldn't help it. "I won't threaten you that I'll make it fit, but I promise. It will. No unusual acts required." He reached a hand down, quickly running his fingers and claws through the fur there, while the other reached toward his nightstand. "We haven't hit a point where anything's unstoppable-"

"No," she shook her head. "No. I'm not stopping. At least not because of that. I just thought that things were smaller when they weren't all 'prepared'."

Danny propped himself on his elbow, and reached the other arm out to pet her forearm. "They are. And labia aren't constantly glistening, and nipples aren't constantly hard, and asses aren't pre-lubed. I'm excited, and you're just now seeing one for the first time up close and personal. I'm not as big as I look on camera. But I'm not as small as your fingers, either."

Ai-Na took a deep breath, then let it out. She stayed there for a few seconds, then reached a hand to him, and curled her fingers around him. His erection naturally pointed slightly away from his body, which meant that she didn't have to fumble to get a grip. "It's softer than I thought it would be. Is that rude? Can I say that?"

He reached a hand out to curl around her hips and draw her toward him so she could lay against his side once more. With his other hand and teeth, he opened the condom that he'd pulled out, and quickly rolled it down his shaft. For once, he was grateful that she was so much smaller than he was. It meant that he could curl his hand around her and still rub between her legs (barely) while she played with his dick. "It's alright, I know what you mean. Though I would suggest that you not make that part of your usual 'dirty talk' repertoire unless you want to get into shaming and domination." He brushed his lips between her ears. "But you're right. Girls hear 'rock hard' and all of that and take it literally."

Ai-Na hadn't quite realized that she'd been slowly scooting her hips back from his until she was almost laying across his chest. His fingers had been rubbing at her entrance 'from behind', and the slow motions had gotten her responding. Each time he curled and stroked across her panties, she pushed back almost as much as she pushed down. "If you keep doing that I'm going to end up sitting on your face or upside down," she quipped, and then covered her mouth in shock.

Danny laughed so hard that he almost sat up with one of the heaves. "Oh my god you're fucking adorable," he said, and pulled her in against him for a kiss. "This is good. You're relaxing. You're enjoying it. You're playing."

She still smacked his chest. "I'm not adorable."

He laughed even harder.

It's why she was so surprised when he quickly rolled over on top of her, pinning her to the sheets with his weight. His hips settled right over hers, with her legs parted to frame his thighs with her knees.

He nuzzled her neck, pulling back from the sudden display of dominance. "You are adorable. And you're sexy. And you're a good person. All at the same time. And that's why I want to make love to you."

She looked up at him, and realized that they had done everything on the checklist he'd laid out, except 'have sex'. And yet he hadn't said 'have sex'. He certainly hadn't said 'fuck you'. He'd said 'make love'. Jenny had at least covered this one. Making love didn't require (or even imply) that the lovers were 'in love'. It was simply having sex that was slower, gentler, and focused on intimacy and sharing pleasure than simply relieving stress. For just a moment, she thought that she was going to deny him. Here she was. Right at the brink.

She nodded.

Danny sat back on his heels, and gave her his best smile as he set his hands on her hips and tucked his fingers under the strap of her panties. "I know that this is a big step for you." He started to ease them off of her hips. "I promise that I won't treat it casually."

On the one hand, she appreciated his consideration. On the other hand, she kind of wished that he'd stop dwelling on it. Going back there brought her back there and it was hard to move past when you were stuck in a cycle. She lifted her hips up just a bit, helping him to clear her butt as he drew them down her legs. ... Up her legs?

He worked them free of her ankles, and set them on the sheets nearby. He didn't expect that she'd instantly want to cover up afterward, but it wasn't impossible to see that might happen. Her thighs and knees were still together, and he trailed his fingers back down her legs, pressing a soft kiss to her left calf.

Ai-Na shivered, watching his lips, and then his tongue play along her lower leg like that. She wasn't sure if Danny was, as Jenny put it, a 'thigh man or a breast man'. He could be an 'anything and everything' man, as far as she knew. Her emotions were all over the place, and it showed in how her tail was lashing around. She didn't want him to treat her like some porcelain doll. She didn't want him to treat her like a piece of meat. She had no clue where the border between those two places lay.

Danny's hands curled around her ankles, and slowly started to draw her legs apart while he looked into her eyes. Not at her chest, not at her folds. He looked into her eyes, even as his erection bobbed with his pulse. Once he'd set her feet onto the sheets, he slowly crawled forward, kissing his way up her body.

She huffed, and when his lips found hers again, she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him into the kiss. Even when he tried to pull away, she pulled him back down. After a long while, she had to breathe, though, and released him. Her ears were flat, and she couldn't look him in the eyes for some reason.

"Just a pinch," he whispered to her, and prayed to every god that ever was that he wasn't lying to her. Setting his tip against her entrance, he just rubbed around, trying to make sure that she was ready. Each brush of his glans against her introitus got her to whine, which made him hesitate. Even if Jenny and Miranda weren't threatening him, he didn't want to hurt her. And while he wasn't lying earlier, he wasn't as big as he looked on camera, he also knew that he was on the 'good' side of the bell curve. And she was small.

"Stop," she huffed, making him pull completely back. She growled. "Stop TEASING," she said and grabbed his butt, then pulled him forward, sharp and sudden.

It was a good thing that he had pulled back enough that his aim slipped, because he knew that such a penetration would have been far worse than 'just a pinch'. "Alright, easy. Easy." He lined back up with one hand, with the other hand braced beside her shoulder. This time, he started to put pressure on her, and he didn't stop.

Each additional bit got her to grit her teeth more, clenching out of reflex.

"Relax, Ai-Na. Relax, you're going to hurt yourself."

She almost snarled up at him, then she relaxed just a bit.

It was all he needed, with the amount of pressure and weight already bearing down on her, and the first two inches of his shaft drove down and forward. He couldn't stop before that.

Her snarl turned into a sharp gasp of pain, and he got a set of claw tips extending into his rump as a reward.

This caused him to retreat from the pain, and charge straight forward another inch.

She cried out.

He froze. "Fuck," he gasped, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to just... shove it all in,' he tried to explain.

She panted a few breaths in and out, some tears ran down her cheeks. "I'm fine," she assured him. "I've endured worse."

Danny's jaw worked a few times. His love of comic books (especially the pithy TechnOath and Striped Shadow) fed him a constant stream of one-liners during his formative years. 'I bet you have.' 'Glad I'm better than someone else.' 'Probably not something to tell a lover you want to keep.' Those and far more barbed comments flashed through his mind. Jenny would have laughed. Tanya, the cheetah who played Savage Shamaness, would have quipped back. He practically had to chew on his own tongue to keep from saying those. "Give it a bit. It'll settle down."

She nodded, her breasts brushing against his chest slowing far more rapidly than he'd have expected. Say what you will about the smaller tigress, she could gain control of herself quickly when she needed or wanted to. It didn't hurt as much after a few seconds. "I'm okay now."

Danny kept his weight mostly off of her, shifting so that his hands were next to her shoulders. "Okay. I know I've said this before, just trust me. I'm not going to pull out, but I'm not going to nail you to the floor, either." He waited for her to nod, and then started to move his hips. Slowly. A touch deeper, then withdrawing. A little deeper. Then withdrawing.

Ai-Na's feet had remained on the bed, until he started to work deeper into her. Her knees drew up, and her heels came off of the bed. Her breathing had settled down from the sharp and fast gasps, to a slower, deeper rhythm. "More," she told him. She didn't ask.

He rolled his weight to the side, and set his free hand on her hip. "Alright." With the added grip there to steady her, he sank more into her with this push, and she called out something that was neither pain nor distress. He was pressed fully into her, and the closeness was rubbing against her clit in a new way.

This wasn't a buzzing toy. It was warm, and soft and hard and she had no immediate control over it. Each motion was somehow both a surprise, and yet anticipated. Foreshadowing and payoff. She started making more sounds, low, then high. All of them incoherent. All of them urgent.

Danny was an exceptionally experienced lover for someone his age. Part of that was, of course, porn from the other side of the camera, and he recognized that porn wasn't sex. He'd even said so that night. But that position had granted him access to a lot of eager, wonton women, which in turn had provided him some truly wonderful sex. He knew far more than most about the biomechanics of sex than most men. He knew that (mostly) women didn't get off just from having something sliding between their legs. Looking at her face, and her reactions, he made a couple of guesses, and took a chance. With the hand holding onto her hips, he shifted the grip toward her center line, and put his thumb about two inches above her clit, and started pressing down. From what he'd learned, this should put more pressure on the 'other side' of the bundle of nerves that was her clit. He wasn't wholly clear on all of that, he wasn't a gynecologist. He knew that it worked on Tanya.

It worked on Ai-Na, too. She squealed out, and felt everything surging and activating and triggering. Her head snapped forward, then back down into the sheets, her right heel kicked straight up, and she hauled down on his shoulders. In spite of her promise earlier, she left him with a new set of bragging marks.

Danny wouldn't chide her for that, not even later when she'd recovered. Because while he normally didn't enjoy the act on camera, he did feel exactly like he'd described to her earlier; he felt insanely masculine and powerful and capable. It didn't trigger his own release. He was far too focused on maintaining the pace and depth of his thrusts for her, trying to give her the best possible experience that he could. Yes, he wanted to cum. Desperately. He wanted to give her this even more.

She felt all of the tension that had built, and built, finally snap. All at once, she sagged and relaxed all over, almost melting into the bed under him. She felt his continued driving, and the tiny patch within her that he was rubbing against that felt so insanely good. Quickly, far more quickly than she'd imagined possible, it went from wonderful, to pleasant, to uncomfortable, to painful.

He recognized the shift in her face, and the new tone of her gasping, withdrawing fully. She'd probably hate him later, if he were able to put into words just why he rocked to the side, and drew her in against him. Holding her, drawing her body against his, fondling and letting her come down from her high. Yes. He was treating her 'like a girl'. She was, whether she liked all of the aspects of that or not.

She didn't seem like she was in a mental state to complain.

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