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In All the Wrong Places

Book 2: Time Tested

Chapter 1 Baby Steps

In her office Alicia typed away quickly at the various files and reports she had to file. She was doing everything fast today. She drove to work fast, she rushed to her office, she did all her paperwork before lunch, all because she was in a rush to see the day over, to have her meeting with Mia to hear about Andrew's performance test.

By three-thirty she had finished all the work she could without knowing the results of the screen test. So, while she waited, the coyote paced nervously in her office, tossing paper balls into the wastebasket, playing with her anything she could, doing anything she could to keep her mind busy. She wanted to know, she needed to know, but yet she couldn't bring herself to drive down and watch the test in person. It was just one of those things in her business she never dabbled in, that was why Mia was so invaluable to her, she didn't mind getting her paws dirty.

Eventually, out of an odd mixture of boredom and over excitement, Alicia laid down on her couch, ass in the air, burying her head into a pillow trying to wait for Mia to report in. She ended up falling asleep like that. And, because her head was under a pillow, she didn't hear the panther slip stealthily into her office.

Mia walked right up to her sleeping partner, looked her over with a shaking head, then walked around behind her. Getting a good wind up, she held her paw out behind her elevated rear and gave Alicia a nice hard slap.

The coyote yelped and practically flew across the room, mainly out of surprise. Gaining control of herself she scowled at Mia who had a smug grin on her snout.

"Ohhh don't look at me like that," Mia said and put her paws on her hips, "That's the best thing you've felt in years, admit it."

Alicia huffed, straightened out her skirt, and sat down at her desk, "So?"

"So what?" Mia said playfully.

Rolling her eyes, Alicia growled and said, "Stop fucking with me okay? Tell me how it went."

"Fine, fine..." the panther said and put her paws up in a defensive gesture, "It went..." her whole expression changed, grabbing Alicia's attention, "...frighteningly well. Leme put it like this, I already signed the contract and after he's cleaned up he'll be here to get yours."

"That well huh?"

"And I don't remember how much the file said he can make but it's way to low. There's a damn good reason Bukkakes Bukkakes Bukkakes, was looking into him," Mia explained, sound more impressed than Alicia had ever heard before, "we ought to make a movie like that. I mean it just went on, and on, and on. We could film the whole movie in one day with him if we wanted to."

That was music to the coyote's ears. The thought of running the stage for as short a time as possible translated to more profits.

"Also, let me say this," the panther added, "Clair, who was his test partner, was the one that finally tired out. I've seen that kitty go on, and on, and on, for hours with thirty males if that was the seen and be fine, but after two hours she couldn't stand anymore. And he knows what he's doing, pretty damn well," to herself Mia weighed the possibilities of an off camera test.

"This is great," Alicia said, "it's perfect. Okay, you start working on the script with the production crew and get filming as soon as you can, but don't rush it. Doesn't seem like you'll have to but I want this to be really good."

"So do I."

"I know, that's why we're gona use all of our best resources," the coyote explained, and stroked one of her small ears and then her blond hair, "we start working on this thing, get it done. I'm gona call the manufacturer now, give them the heads up. We could have this thing printed and on the production line before we even have time to hype this up at all."

Mia smiled, her partner was genuinely enjoying herself. Alicia loved it, absolutely loved it when business went well, she was a different fur altogether.

"Well let's get to it- I hope you got plenty of shots during the test. We're gona need plenty for trailers. We have that next set of movies that Charlie made, right? I want the trailers ready so that they can be on the DVD's."

"About that..." Mia started, and chewed on her lip.

Coming off her business high, the coyote frowned and asked, "About... what?"

"The trailers. We didn't get a lot- well no, that's not true. We did get a lot but this was a screen test, so pretty much two-thirds of what we got is on crappy digital cameras. We finally broke out the film cameras. And we did get a lot," she tried to assure her partner, "but I don't know if we can make more than one trailer for this thing."

"Okay, we can handle this, no big deal," Alicia sighed, "We just film another scene," she thought for a few seconds, "but hey, then we can put exactly what we want in the trailer right?"

"That's true."

"Ma'am's?" a voice crackled over the intercom; it was Alicia's secretary's.

Clicking the button, she answered, "Yes?"

"There's an Andrew Lynch here to see you."

Smiling, Mia whispered, right on time.

Alicia nodded and said into the intercom, "Send him in Maureen."

A moment later the wolf walked in.

"Have a seat Andrew," the coyote gestured to the empty chair.

Even though he seemed calm, there was a slight nervousness to him. At the moment Alicia wasn't sure if she should write it off as nervous to the deal or him just recovering from the scene's he'd just completed.

"We," she started in her business tone, "have decided to sign you on as a member of production cast."

The wolf just stared at Alicia, not sure what to say. At the moment, all he was feeling was a sense of relaxation and relief, because of many, many reasons.

"And, we already have a real, full pay scene for you to do tomorrow," she continued, throwing a glance at Mia who nodded, "show up at the same time you did today and be ready."

"No problem, Ms. Klasp."

Mia handed her the contract silently. She signed it and handed it off to the wolf.

"And now its official," she stood up and held out her paw, "Welcome to Paw-Off Inc."

They shook and, not knowing what to do next, Andrew just smiled, nodded his head and left. When he was gone Mia turned to her partner and grinned.

"What's got you smiling for?" Alicia asked, settling into her calmer mood.

"He's gona work, well, very well," she answered.

"Yeah..." Alicia whispered suspiciously.

For a few seconds the panther stared at her partner, studying her meaning and then moaned and rolled back her head, "Ohhh come on! I can't have one little taste? It's not like there's not enough to go around... he's got plenty to taste..."

"No!" she yelled back, although she was smiling when she said it, "Not with this one. Not yet at least. Let him just get nice and comfortable, film this movie, make it a big hit, and then you can do whatever the hell you want but just wait the what? Month? Two months? And besides," she added, "It'll give you a reason to make sure this gets done ASAP."

Mia growled and muttered, "Just a little taste..."

"No," Alicia said flatly.

A few calm moments past until the panther's eyes opened wide and she smiled again.

"Well anyway," Mia stood up and walked to the door, sticking her paw out and picking something up that the coyote couldn't see, "Since I'll be busy tomorrow and I may not see you, I'm giving your birthday gift now but you have to promise me you won't open it till you get home and! And, you have to use it..."

The panther placed a wrapped box, about a foot long, on her desk.

Alicia groaned and let her head hit the desk, "You didn't get me-"

"Happy birthday, and... enjoy..." she grinned and walked out quickly so the coyote couldn't say anything.

It took a few minutes after Mia had gone for Alicia to look up. She looked the box over, already pretty sure what was inside. She picked it up, mainly out of fear that someone would open it for her and discover the suspected contents, and walked out her office. Somewhat surprised, Alicia didn't see Maureen at her desk; the vixen always left after she did.

"Mia you slut..." she whispered to herself and walked to the elevator.

Once home, Alicia tossed the package on her nightstand and made a quick bowl of rice for dinner. It had been a busy and stressful day so she wasn't exactly hungry, just very sleepy.

When she sluggishly made her way back to her bedroom, she launched onto the bed and laid on her stomach for a few minutes, just enjoying the soft, warm envelopment of relaxation. But when she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was the wrapped present staring her in the eye.

The coyote sighed heavily and grabbed the box. She tore off the wrapping paper and low and behold, it was exactly what she suspected, a triple pleasure vibrator.

Frowning, she shook her head and laughed ironically to herself. She reached under her bed and pulled out a shoebox, took off the top and counted the other sex toys she'd been given by her loose friend over the years they'd known each other.

It all totaled, with this years, fourteen toys, some more extreme than others, but all basically the same; some instrument of perversion for Alicia to impale herself on.

She shivered at the thought of what items Mia had in her collection.

Still though, the coyote ventured into the sex toy's box and removed the new item, inspecting it carefully. Alicia had seen these before; in her line of work it was hard to not have seen every last device even remotely possible to find in a porno film. It was a, for the most part, a normal vibrating and rotating pink dildo, only it including both an equaling long and thick anal vibrator and a clit stimulator, both of which apparently could vibrate fast enough to get off even the coldest female in a matter of minutes.

She placed the instrument in the box with the others and replaced the box under her bed. The fact is she never used any of the toys. The few times a month that she felt the need to masturbate, and it was really only once or twice, it was usually spur of the moment, rocking her hips against the bed sheets, and never a fantasy, always just to release pempted up stress.

True, she had a lot of extra stress today that could use a good release, but the concept of sticking some huge, pulsating piece of rubber or silicon inside of her wasn't exactly what she considered relaxation.

Instead, she crawled across her room and grabbed a box of files on manufacturers. She hefted it on the bed and cracked it open. She relaxed for the next few hours by figuring out which DVD printer would be best for the coming project.

She had her favorites, but for this one she wanted quality over those she simply felt some sort of allegiance to.

Finally settling on a Canadian printing company she put down her files. No sooner had her head hit the pillow then she was struck with a flash of an idea. Instantly she had a huge and illustrious plan, and although she was tempted to call Mia and actually grabbed the phone, she realized there was a high probability Mia was at someone else's house and she settled with the decision to inform her partner in the morning.

Chapter 2 Net

For the second day in a row, Alicia rushed to work, rushed to her office, and was once again annoyed to find Maureen at her desk yet. She couldn't really blame the vixen, but she was sure as hell going to ream her partner.

This time though the vixen managed to tiptoe into her office only a few minutes after Alicia had arrived. She apologized again but Alicia, more interested about Mia's whereabouts, ignored her apology.

"Is she still asleep?" she asked without hesitations.

The vixen was taken aback and stuttered a little, "Uh... I don't know."

"Oh stop it, I don't care what you two are doing I just need to see Ms. Linares right away."

Terribly embarrassed, she whispered, "She was still asleep when I left..."

"Why-" Alicia stopped herself, knowing that it might be overstepping her professional and personal bounds to continue the inquiry, so instead she just said, "Please have her come up her the moment she arrives."

Maureen nodded and walked briskly out her boss's office, growing more and more embarrassed by the moment.

About an hour later, with Alicia slowly steaming, Mia swaggered in, actually looking whipped, and far worse than yesterday. She sat down and stared at her partner.

"Your pissed... shit..." she whispered.

Alicia was about to yell but Mia put up her paw.

"Don't worry," she whispered in a horsed voice, "That's the last time I do that... that girl is too much for me..."

Although surprised and somewhat cooled down, the coyote was clearly still flustered.

Mia studied her partner's features, then frowned and whispered, "Well you clearly didn't use my gift... you're even more high strung..."

"That's not the damn point!" Alicia yelled, "You've got a fucking job, she's got a fucking job and you both gota be here at the right fucking time!"

"Well it won't be a problem anymore so calm down!"

The coyote growled and sank into her chair, rubbing her snout, "You make me so God damn angry sometimes... can't even remember what I was gona say."

Mia sat quietly.

"Oh..." she thought, "I was gona tell you about an idea I had," Alicia's attitude changed on a dime, "I had an idea last night."

"That was?" the panther asked.

Sitting up she put her paws on the desk, "Well, I was thinking about making another full movie."

Her partner frowned.

"But listen, the second one I had an idea for: what's the one thing that we've never done, that no other production has ever done; no ones ever done with a movie?"

The panther thought for a moment then shrugged, "I don't know but I'm sure your gona tell me."

"Do it like a real movie," Alicia replied.

For a second she just thought, then Mia cocked an eyebrow, "As in?"

"As in advertising it like a normal movie and then putting it in normal theaters..." Alicia concluded, without her face changing in expression.

The panther laughed, "There's a few thing wrong with that."

Getting cocky, as she'd already thought through the whole thing, the coyote asked, "Like?"

"Like the fact no theater will play a feature length porn, like the fact no television station will advertise hardcore porn."

"I've already figured both of those out," Alicia replied, "as far as the theater's go, I found the perfect tool; we'll give them prints for free. We'll just send out prints, they can play them if they want, our only deal is we make a $1 off of every ticket sold."

"What makes you think any would even go for that?"

"It's been a slow movie season... normal movie season and it's gona continue for the rest of this year since Hollywood has only a few titles in production," the coyote answered, "...their running out of ideas soooo, we're gona give them a free feature length film. And all things considered, we're asking for a very small cut, especially since the theaters won't pay for the prints. And, this is the best part," Alicia added with a grin, "We don't have to care about how it does at the box office. That's not how we're planning on making our money cause we never have. Why should we now? No, we're going to use the box office so that when we do put it out on DVD, everyone knows about it, even if they didn't see it."

"So it's a giant advertising campaign," her partner whispered, "but what about the advertisements on TV and shit, how you gona convince them?"

"That's a bit tougher, but not impossible," Alicia explained, "we can't go on most channels; it's not appropriate and they wouldn't sign us on anyway, but what we're gona havta do is make this a serious flick, something with just enough scenes; this is your job by the way, that we can make trailers that don't elude directly to the fact that this is a porn. I mean it will be somewhat obvious, but we need to make the station owners think it's just a really, really dirty action or love story or whatever the writers come up with. And when we do have the trailers, were gona do the same thing we did with the prints; we're just gona send em out with an offer to pay whatever they ask to put it up. "

Mia thought for a moment, "It's gona cost a shit load of money, Al. You think we can make any of it back?"

"We'd make more than enough to pay all the overhead off even if no place advertises of features it. We always make enough to pay that off. And besides, this, and your gona hate this but in the long run it's good, this second film will have to be a sequel to the one we're gona work on now, so I suggest you run to your writing staff and give them the heads up."

The coyote reached onto the side of her desk and took a long slip of water.

For a long while the two partners were quiet; Alicia waiting to see what Mia thought and the panther was contemplating how this would all have to be pulled off.

"Well..." Mia began slowly, "If this is the plan, then we're gona havta cancel today's shoot."

"Why?"

"Cause it may have no bearing. We may not even do the same actors, cept Andrew obviously, but we may change locations and shit like that so this is gona add on an extra week or two before we begin."

"That's okay, that's the part I figured you may like," Alicia replied, "We can take our time now. We want these to be perfect so we're gona keep it quiet, take our time, and have no problems right?"

"I guess... so you want me to go now?"

"Yeah now, why wait?"

Mia shrugged and stood up, "You should call Mr. Lynch so he doesn't show up. I'd tell him part of the plan though, so he doesn't think we're jerking him off."

"Good idea," Alicia replied and went to press the intercom button.

Before she could call out, her secretary came dashing in, looking quite anxious.

"Ma'ams!" she yelled and held out piece of paper.

Mia took it but refused to even glance at the vixen.

"What is it?" Alicia asked.

"Two of our actors, James Hudson and Kelly McDiarmid, they were hospitalized last night with a serious case of hepatitis B; Kelly also has gonorrhea, apparently" the vixen explained, terribly nervous.

Mia practically jumped out of her fur when she finished reading the message. It took a tad longer for it to hit Alicia, then it really hit Alicia when she realized what this meant, on so many levels.

"Oh... no..." the panther whispered, her eyes wide with terror.

She looked up at the vixen, feeling terribly guilty over what this could mean.

"Crap..." Alicia whispered, then looked over at Mia, "Who were they with last? Who'd they do their last scene's with, Mia? Each other or anyone else?"

"Last scenes..." the panther tried to think, but her thoughts, obviously, were more dwelling on herself.

"Comon Mia!"

"Kelly and James... not each other... uhh," she thought hard, "I don't remember but they've been with others in the past few weeks."

Taking a second to gain her thoughts, Alicia shook her head and whispered, "Okay... okay you two go down to the hospital and get checked, now."

"But-" the panther began.

"Now, Mia, now," Alicia ordered, her voice shaken a tad, "Both of you. I'll call all our actors and have them go to the hospital as well."

The two other furs lingered for a moment.

"Now!" the coyote yelled, causing them to jump.

They marched out, terrified. Sitting in her desk the coyote tried to calm herself but her heart started beating faster and faster. Nervousness took over while her mind switched to damage control.

"God damn it!" she whispered and grabbed her phone, "God damn it!"

She called everyone. Every single actor, big and small, no matter who. Anyone that had worked in the past month and a half. She informed and practically ordered them to report to the same hospital where the already diagnosed actor and actress had been sent. The few that refused, or tried to argue they had no symptoms of anything, were threatened to lose their jobs if they wouldn't submit to a full screening.

Once all the actors and actresses had been called, Mia called her lawyer. She informed him to her current situation, told him her company's policies and inquired if she should be worried about any legal repercussions. He said she wasn't accountable, although Mia might be since she was co-owner and might have aided in the spread of disease. Either way, the lawyer did advise she keep this quiet. It would be obviously terrible publicity if it made it to the news that the largest, most successful pornography filming company was facing a possible outbreak of venereal diseases.

So, with that in mind, Alicia called the hospital and a few favors in. She made sure the only doctors allowed to treat this were ones that Alicia knew could be bought, knew that would keep their snouts shut, but especially those that could be bought. She even went so far as to have a wing of the hospital reserved just for her people, so that she could centralize this and cut down at information leaking.

With that done she leaned back in her chair. She contemplated the situation and sighed heavily. There was no other option.

Cursing Mia, she picked up the phone and informed security of what she was about to do, then switched over to the building's medical department and informed them that they were to begin screening all personal in the building for the basic venereal diseases.

From that point on every last fur in the building was screened, thanks to Mia's lose escapades. Everyone except Alicia, who hadn't had an encounter that could have ever possibly caused her to catch an infection.

So, with that set in place, she got her coat and left for the hospital, praying that this was to be just an isolated case.

Chapter 3 Screwed

Alicia got out of her car and walked towards the hospital's entrance. When she walked inside the same thing happened that always did. Every furry head turned to watch her walk past, as she walked briskly and with clear intent and purpose, looking closer to a large wolf than her diminutive coyote self. What really drew their attention was the sound of her polished high-heeled shoes clicking on the hospital floor. Alicia loved that, it made furs more apt to listen to her, it made her seem in charge; exactly as she liked to be.

The orderlies directed her to the reserved wing where she found Mia sitting half naked on an examination table.

She looked up and wagged her paw at her partner, "Don't say a damn word..."

"Oh I'll say whatever I please," Alicia replied, "This'll teach you to sleep around like you do."

Behind Mia, Maureen, embarrassed, looked at her paws.

"Anyway," the coyote went on, "everyone's being screened, thanks in no small part to you."

The panther huffed, "Even you."

"No, I don't sleep around like you."

"You don't sleep at all," Mia pointed out, managing a weak grin.

Alicia allowed the comment, only because her partner, and someone who was really a friend despite their constant bickering, might be actually sick.

They sat quietly together for about a half hour, watching all their actors walk past them into the various examination rooms. There was one thing about this that did make even the resistant Alicia giggle; they'd never seen so many happy doctors and nurses. It was so easy to tell which were occasional porno viewers, which ones made a life of it, and which ones never saw one in their life. There were some male doctors clamoring to get a chance to "examine" specific female actresses and likewise with the female doctors to the male actors.

Mia pointed to one doctor who was clearly unable to control himself.

"Look at his pocket," she whispered to the coyote.

She looked down, stupidly, and saw a rather pronounced bulge.

Shaking her head, she shoved her partner, "Grow up, that's what got you in here in the first place."

"I can't help but wonder if anyone's getting any cause of this..." Mia whispered to herself.

"You're the CEO or owner or manager?" a voice said behind them.

The two furs turned to see a white-coated doctor, a male artic fox, holding a clipboard.

"We're the owners," Alicia replied.

"Well we've tested everyone and... due to this situation we're required to report to you the findings."

"That was the idea," Alicia said flatly.

He nodded and read off the clipboard, "Well aside from the two previous findings, we've identified that out of the fifty four patients," he looked up from the findings, "seven are clean."

"Oh crap..." Alicia whispered.

"The others all have either gonorrhea or hepatitis B, and some have both," he added.

Nervously, Mia stood up, "What about me?!"

"What's your name?"

"Mia Linares."

He looked down the list of names, "You're clean from those two but you do have genital lice."

The panther frowned and gazed over at Maureen, "Sorry."

"Actually we found them more deep routed in her- I assume your Maureen Lyzos."

The vixen nodded, perplex and clearly upset, to upset to say anything except, "Sorry."

Now Alicia had seen everything, but now her mind switched back to business, to making money.

"Can I have a list of those who are 100% clean?" she asked.

He pointed her over to an orderly who printed out a list of names. On it was, much to her relief, Andrew, along with the actress he'd demo'd with yesterday, Clair Styles. Along with them were five others; Will Greek, a tiger, Thomas Joad, a human, a rarity in the industry, Ruth Wiggins, a fennec vixen, and her husband Mick Wiggins, a large male horse. They were another oddity of the industry being they were active stars, despite the fact they were married. Thankfully, they had one headliner, Motoko Kishe, a short orange cat who was pretty much one of the most famous and most sought after female porn stars.

With damage control on mind, the coyote thought if anything was possible. Aside from what had been two very large projects, they were always filming short video's for their website, a website with over two-hundred thousand paying registered users who regularly came on looking for new videos.

In short, this outbreak could ruin her company in one fowl swoop.

"If you two will come with me," the doctor said to Mia and Maureen, "We can get those off you right away, we have a special shampoo that we can wash on you that will get them all at once, including any eggs."

Mia looked the doctor over and half smiled. She turned to her partner and said, "At least this isn't a total lost."

"Hmm?" the doctor asked, reading his chart and not aware of Mia's mind or nature.

"Ohh nothing... Shall we?"

As they walked away Mia turned and winked at Alicia who huffed and shook her head. Pulling out her cell phone, she called up the office to get an update at the office. Out of the ninety-two workers, fifty-three had a case of something, and there were still about twenty more workers to be inspected. Needless to say, the coyote was a tad disgusted and surprised. She just couldn't get her mind over how many furs slept with each other, even within their own little world of a business, and how fast they did it. This outbreak, the original inception, couldn't have been much more than a week ago, and that meant that more than half of her staff had slept with each other in that short amount of time.

In a passing thought, her business mind had the idea of placing hidden cameras throughout her building, figuring they'd be able to pick up authentic office sex. Voyeurism at its best. Part of her thought it might still be a good idea, and part of her worried if it would even still be possible; that all these infected furs would continue their in house actions after this outbreak.

Shifting back to the current situation she walked around to the various other examination beds, searching for the lucky seven who were okay. She saw many furs, many actors and actresses nervously rocking themselves because they all feared they'd lose their jobs. Worse, when they heard the familiar "click click" of Alicia's shoes on the floor, they were sure that was the sound of their death call. They were sure that she was coming to inform them that they were being let go, and worse, blacklisted, to be prevented from spreading, even if it hadn't been their faults, venereal disease in an already tense industry.

They were all relieved as she past all of them, but others held their breaths as she paused near particular furs, ironically the exact ones who were clean, and telling them to pack up and follow her. Little did they know it was them, the thought to be "fortunate" ones that were actually diagnosed with some form of STD.

It didn't matter, Alicia was smarter than that. She would never fire one of her performers for that, unless it was genuinely their fault. Kelly and James, the original cases, they might be let go, assuming they had done something stupid to cause this spread and the coyote didn't even want to think about where or why or even how it ended up that Maureen had given crabs to Mia.

Once all the clean cases were gathered up and following Alicia, she led them into an empty examination room. The seven were all terrified, especially Andrew, who'd only started yesterday and the fact that Clair, his stage partner, was there. All he could think was that this was one helluva way to start in the business; blacklisted the first time out.

"Well," she began, "let me say this right off, you're all clean."

The collective breaths were released.

"And I know in light of what's happened you'll be hesitant to even consider going back to work for awhile but right now is when we're going to need you the most," Alicia explained, "We still need to keep putting out our short scenes for the website, our $15 DVD's, and we have not one but two full plot movies that up until this afternoon were in the works. And if any of you have any worries about the continued spread, don't worry. Look at everyone in the room," she gestured to each of them with a nod, "these are our only players, and since you're all clean, it's pretty isolated."

There were some soft nods from the group.

"And I know you already have figured out this means that your going to have to work double time, and you will be paid accordingly," Alicia really had to swallow her pride on this one, especially since she was going to be paying about one hundred sick leaves for the next two weeks or so, "but like I said we do need you. So can I expect your complete support?"

Everyone nodded, but no one said anything. Needless to say, it had been a very trying day and they were all to high strung and tense to say anything. Add in the fear that it was their very job that was the threat, and you had a room of very nervous furs.

Alicia nodded slowly, "Good, we'll you can all go home now, take the rest of the day off. Tomorrow though, I need all of you in, okay?"

They nodded again and slowly cleared out. All being comfortable with their own naked bodies, and being that they were indeed among colleagues, they changed back out of the hospital gowns and into their own clothes. They didn't dare talk to anyone, as it had dawned on them that everyone else, some friends some simply coworkers, were all infected with a disease they all shared a common fear of.

When they had gone Alicia walked out as well, but instead waited for Mia to come out. Once she was clean they were going to have to run to work, to give the same speech to what was going to be a very limited office staff.

It sure took enough, for what should have only been washing their fur in the area right near their genitals, but as Alicia soon came to suspect, that doctor was just who was the one ending up lucky.

When Mia swaggered out of one of the rooms, no one following behind her, everything became clear.

"I'm not even going to get into this time," Alicia said, "Get dressed and come with me, we got a long fucking day ahead of us."

Once at the office they were greeted by the sad stares of workers walking out, some females crying softly and some males looking angry and upset. Inside they found a complete opposite scene, happy and relieved coworkers, even a few getting pretty close, touching and kissing and such in corners away from were the thought prying eyes would not be.

Alicia considered herself in private thought for a moment, wondering if it had always been like this, or if she had just ignored it.

Shaking that off they continued to auditorium were all the clean workers were called to. Alicia gave a similar speech she had given before, this time Mia chiming in once and awhile, and sent them all home, although with a strict warning; if they felt the desperate need to be with anyone, it was only to be with others they were one hundred percent sure were clean.

Once the building was empty, Mia and Alicia went to have a drink in the executive lounge. They sat quietly for a long while, nursing their drinks, thinking over this terrible development.

"We'll... we'll find a way past this," Mia whispered finally, "I mean at least my staff was all clean... kinda ironic."

"I do owe you an apology," Alicia whispered, "You don't sleep around as much as I thought, otherwise you were sure to have gotten at least one of the two ones floating around."

The panther murred, "Oh don't sell me short, Al. I just got lucky and fucked the right ones," purring now she added, "that doctor was sure right... and I can tell Maureen was really impressed too."

"She's still there isn't she? I didn't see her come out."

"Last I saw she was coming alright," Mia said, voice stable and completely straight-faced.

Ignoring the awful pun, Alicia added, "And at least our little headliner is clean."

"Well Clair hadn't worked in about a week, and last she did was with Willy, and they were both clean."

The coyote nodded to herself and whispered, "I'm gona need you on your best behavior, Mia... and I need you working all the time, no more goofing off."

She didn't say anything.

"I mean you've got to act like a co-owner for the next few weeks because... if this goes down you and I are both screwed," Alicia explained, "We'll lose our company, we built this damn place and we can really lose it if we're not careful."

"Comon Al," the panther replied, her tone serious though, "You think I wana lose this place? I wouldn't be able to grab ass whenever I want. For you, you'd hate to lose the power but I'd lose the sex... I ain't gona let that happen."

"Whatever gets you to work harder, I don't care," Alicia whispered, and laid her head back, "Just makes sure we keep up. We have to make it seem like there's no chance anyone can figure this out. That means delivering our daily updates, making our short films and working on these longer ones."

For a few seconds her partner was silent then she sighed, "Well I think we should break up our backups."

"Backups?"

"Well we film a lot of scenes we don't use, might not be the best, although their not bad, but it'll let us lay off the daily updates and I think we have a few $15 DVD ones too."

"How many backups you think we got?"

"Enough that we don't havta worry about daily updates for at least a month," Mia replied, "Enough that we'll be able to focus on our two movies entirely... thank God our writers are all virgins..." she chuckled to herself.

"Well they'll all be here tomorrow... all seven of em..."

"It's not enough," the panther whispered, "We're gona havta find more."

"We can't, I can't bring more furs in, we've already got to pay all the other actors sick leave," Alicia explained, "and yeah it'll take longer but that's why Andrew's here, so that we can get a lot of takes."

"It's not time or takes thing," Mia said while shaking her head, "It's the fact that a movie has to have at least, at least ten or twelve real players. We have our main male character, Andrew, but usually you want, specially when it's plot, another two or three males, for support roles of for double teaming scenes, and then you need a main female character, Motoko will cover that, but then you usually want to have at least eight more females, otherwise you end up doing triple scenes of the same two furs, and we only have three. It's not enough."

"So then what are we going to do?"

"I don't know..." Mia took a deep breath and sighed, "I'll havta figure something out... I'll sleep on it I guess."

"Yeah... might as well turn in now," she glanced at her watch, it was only three-thirty, "not like we can get anything done now anyway. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow."

"See ya tomorrow," Mia whispered but remained on the couch while her partner got up and left.

No sooner had Alicia left then the panther sat up and had a flash of brilliance, much in the same way the coyote often did. She wasn't gona call Alicia back though, she wasn't going to like her idea, so Mia wouldn't suggest it until she was in just a position where she couldn't refuse.

Chapter 4 Extras

Since there was very little staff today, Alicia came to work an hour early, getting her everyday papers out of the way early on. She had to then walk down to payroll since it turned out all ten workers must have been fucking each other since every last one of them had both hepatitis B and gonorrhea.

She worked fast though. She'd spent so much time doing all the jobs when the company first started she could probably do all one hundred worker's jobs in less time by herself then they could doing each job separately. But then that was why she owned the company, instead of worked for it.

With most things leveling out, the coyote was satisfied with the state of things, for the most part, and she retreated back to her office. Thankfully Maureen was on time today and she gave Alicia her usual greeting.

"Good morning Ms. Klasp," she said and grabbed a memo off her desk, "this was left her for you. It's from Ms. Linares."

"Thank you Maureen."

Alicia read the memo. Mia was calling her to come down to the stage.

"Odd..." she whispered to herself, "Hold my calls today Maureen, apparently Ms. Linares needs me on the stage."

Having worked as her secretary for a while, the vixen found it strange too. In all the time she'd worked here, Alicia had never been called down to the stage and had only once gone on her own; it wasn't her half of the job.

She read the note further and tilted her head in more confusion, "It says here you're supposed to come with me Maureen."

"Me?"

"We don't have any other furs working here with the name Maureen," the coyote replied.

"Do-do you want me to come?"

There was a question, but then Mia was her co-owner and partner, so she was oblige to listen.

Considering that, Alicia whispered, "Yeah," and the two drove over, quite silently, to the stage.

Alicia always forgot how to move around the small building, being that she'd only been there about three times. On the outside it looked like any of the other white washed warehouses, about two and a half stories tall with a flat black roof. Inside however, it was a completely different story. Inside, on the first floor, there were ten different stages; some no larger than a camera lens's field of vision and others were completely modular outdoor mockups, complete with streets, lights, fake buildings, and cars. The upstairs was divided into two parts; five more stages, most of which resembled softer locations such as a faux beach and a luxurious king sized bed, and the editing rooms along with the writing staff's office. If Alicia ever came down here, it was because she had to see the writing staff. Not once in the eight years of running Paw-Off Inc. had she been forced to watch a filming. As Alicia often whispered to herself, it wasn't her "part of the job."

Walking in they were greeted by the two security officers. Ironically and a tad sadly not a single security officer had been infected with either of the two epidemics, however that fact did make Alicia feel a little better in knowing at least some of her employees did their jobs.

The stages were along the outer walls, with a central corridor going straight down the middle of the building with the stages off its left and right. Down the hall there was a single room with a door open and voices. The pair walked towards it and walked into the room.

Alicia, who'd been carrying her suitcase, froze at the sight and dropped the expensive leather case on the floor with a bang. Sitting on a director's chair, where you'd expect her to be, was Mia, but there was an extra thing that stunned the coyote; her partner was chatting, completely naked, with a quite aroused human male.

"Mia?" Alicia called out.

The panther quieted and looked over, still smiling from her chat, but then frowned when she saw her partner's face.

"Hold on Tom, I'll be right back," she walked over, "Yes?"

"What the fuck... why are you naked?!"

The panther grinned, "I had an idea right after you left last night. Remember I told you that three females is not nearly enough to film what we've planned, right?"

Alicia didn't answer or even nod.

"Well I figured a way we can boost that number..." she smiled so deviously that Alicia caught on right at that moment, "I'll fill some of those ranks and," she looked past her partner to the nervous vixen behind her, "Maureen I think can help as well."

"Me?!" she said in confusion.

Walking past Alicia, each step causing her large bust, normally confined inside her tight t-shirts, to bounce with each step. Her sleek body rubbed right against Maureen's and Alicia shook hers in amazement, sure that they were going to have a sexual harassment suit on their paws.

Mia put her muzzle mere inches from the now apparently blushing vixen. Even through her fur you could see the skin underneath terribly red.

"You can do it, I know you can," Mia whispered in a soft but forceful tone.

"Me?!" she repeated, "I-I couldn't."

"Yes you can, I know you can. I've seen how you can do it, you'll be great," the panther whispered and moved even closer, their chests touching now.

With that she held the sides of the vixen's face and gave her a kiss. At first she nervously just stood there, as she still wasn't used to kissing another female, but after a few seconds she slowly started working back into it.

Mia parted their lips, wisps of spit trailing from both their panting tongues, "Now you have nothing to worry about."

"What about the cam-"

"Don't worry about it, just enjoy it, that's what I do," the panther purred and licked the vixen's lips.

Turning back to a stunned Alicia, she smiled broadly.

"And you expect me to just let you do this?" she said with a huff.

"Why not?" Mia replied, putting her paws on her sexy hips, "And I don't need your permission, I'm a 50% co-owner of this company and I'm in charge of productions anyway. It's perfectly within my power to be part of the movie if I want to be."

Alicia scowled at her partner. Something about this felt terribly wrong. They were both supposed to be past this, past doing the dirty work. Their company made a few million dollars a year; they paid furs to do this, not to do it themselves.

"We don't have much of a choice," Mia added, "and even with me an' Maureen we're still a little low in the number of females but we'll find a way to make it work."

In reality the panther was telling half the truth; they were, at that moment, still a little light in the amount of actresses they had, but Mia had a further idea on how to up that number to exactly the level they needed. She wasn't going to say anything though, except to the writers, so they wouldn't have to change the storyline. The best part though was that she was able to predict even the minute details of her own plan, those conditions that she shouldn't be able to predict, but experienced allowed her to.

Meanwhile Alicia was musing over the situation, "I mean when's the last time you've even done a scene... And you," she turned to Maureen, "You've never done a scene. Do you even know how?"

Mia stepped in front of the vixen, "It's pretty easy to have sex, Al, it's not like any of us can't, and it doesn't take long to learn... right Al?"

Furious, the coyote growled, "Not a word."

"Then that settles it," Mia clapped her paws together and winked at her partner, "here's the part your really going to love, your directing."

"What!!??" Alicia yelled, causing all the furs on the stage to visibly jump at the sudden sound.

Mia was the only one who didn't react, because she had predicted that too. She wouldn't dare drop the bomb of the other part of her plan yet, but this part was more for fun than practicality.

She put on a good act though and shrugged, "How you expect me to star and direct? This isn't Hollywood, Al, when I'm 'busy' I'm very busy... I may not be able to say anything anyway..." she glanced at a few of the nude males.

"Listen to me very, very carefully," Alicia whispered in a low voice; angrier than she thought herself possible, "I. Am. Not. Directing. A. Porn!"

Everyone was staring now, all waiting to see what Mia's retort would be. It was an awkward, tense quiet, the kind that usually followed an order or anything yelled by Alicia; she did have a presence.

Thankfully, a moment later a brown collie came waltzing onto the set, looking through his coke bottle, thick-rimed glasses, head bowed while reading a script.

He looked up, confused and said, "I heard yelling. What's going on?"

"He's here!" Alicia pointed at Charlie, the collie, "Let him do the directing!"

Mia huffed, "He's an assistant director, he doesn't have the," she shrugged, "eyes? For it," then she turned and smiled at the collie, "No offense Charlie."

"None taken, Ms. Linares," Charlie replied, being that he was genuinely happy with his job.

"Doesn't matter Mia!" Alicia yelled, then she moved closer and very quietly, "I don't know anything about this."

"Oh yes you do, you know it from all the angles too," Mia pointed out.

"Careful..." she warned, "I don't know enough to direct this."

"Listen," the panther said in a calming voice, something about her voice could just seduce almost anyone, Alicia was the only one that could fight it for any amount of time, "All you got to do is follow the script, make sure the camera moves around enough, sees the right things, and that we keep it interesting."

The coyote shook her head, "If it's so damn easy have someone else do it."

"Yeah but I don't trust anyone else to do it right," Mia replied, tactically.

It worked and Alicia's eyebrows went up, "Really?"

"Yeah," the panther had to force herself to not grin, "cause you'll keep the bigger picture in mind since it's our company."

It took a few seconds but finally Alicia frowned and shook her head.

"So you'll do it?" Mia asked, mainly to establish and to coax Alicia into thinking she was in charge.

"Fine..." the coyote whispered, then even quieter she added, "I can't believe it but I'll do it."

Rubbing her temples, the coyote took off her glasses. They were after all really just reading glasses, she wanted to be able to blur out as much of what she was getting into as possible.

Seeing that her partner was going to put forth no more arguments, Mia turned away and clapped her paws, "Alright, lets get this intro filmed! Let's see that scripted Charlie..." she grabbed the pile of papers from the collie, "Alright... okay," she looked up and cupped her paws around her snout, "Ruth and Mick, get your asses out here, you're up first."

The couple, who'd been chatting off the side got up and walked over onto the stage, a car sitting in a dark ally.

"You know your lines?" Mia asked.

They both nodded and Ruth gave her husband small kiss on his cheek.

"Good," the panther turned to Alicia, "Since I'm not in it I'll do this one and you can watch how I do it," then she turned to the camera crew, also chatting quietly amongst themselves, "You guys ready?"

Falling over themselves, the two cameramen, a bulldog and a zebra, picked up their equipment and replied, "Yes Ms. Linares."

"Okay ready on the set, everyone shut the fuck up and..." Mia turned to her partner and winked, "action!"

In the car Ruth, wearing practically nothing, frantically tried to start her car. It croaked and wined but the engine turned over. Angrily she kicked the gas pedal and gave up. Huffing she got out of the car, sexy high top, high heel leather boots clicking on the wet pavement. She wore only a tight fitting tube top and a skirt that didn't cover anything but about the very top of her ass. The sexy little fox's bushy tail swayed in annoyance as she rounded the car and popped the hood. Smoke poured out of the engine and she huffed in annoyance, bending over the front of the hood, presenting her very shapely rear.

Sure enough, out of the darkness of the ally came a dark figure that was quickly upon the stranded red vixen. It was a large, muscular, broad shouldered black horse, wearing nothing but a pair of tight jeans. He wrapped his arm around her and held her muzzle closed. As he did, her body went ridged against his, then she let out a muffled yelp as he ground his already portending cock into her rear.

Still holding her in place, her ripped off both her top and her skirt, showing nothing but lacy panties which were tossed away as well.

The stallion didn't wait at all; he shoved his whole cock deep inside the squirming vixen's body. She moaned right away, not squirming anymore.

While this took place, Mia pointed and moved with the camera crew, getting juicy angles as the horse's long cock slid in and out of Ruth's tight pussy.

He touched a soft spot in her and she shuddered, screaming out in pleasure.

"Good! Good!" Mia whispered, "Great start! Great fucking start!"

Satisfied with this position, Mick grabbed his wife and twisted her around, harshly shutting the hood, and slammed her down on the car. He took up position in front of her, resting one of her long soft legs on his shoulder, and slammed her as hard as he could, their fur making soft thuds with each hump.

Ruth, a juicy and super wet vixen, dripped feme cum all over the place. A small, clear stream went down the hood of the car and dripped onto the concrete. The camera panned around and focused at the slowly widening stream and the shinny lips of Ruth's pussy.

Getting low, they looked up underneath the pair and watch as Mick slowed up, letting Ruth's pussy spit shine up his cock. He held her hips and slammed her harder. She moaned loudly, groaning with each stroke.

"Switch..." Mia whispered, turning to see if Alicia had paid enough attention.

The coyote was trying not to watch, really trying but she nodded to Mia with an annoyed expression on her snout.

Hearing the quiet command, Mick grabbed his wife and turned her around again, forcing her head down on the hood while he stroked his long cock, rubbing it along her whole rear then lined it up with her puckered, tight pink asshole.

"No! No not there! Don-" she screamed but he thrusted through, puncturing her body and vigorously fucking her.

The crew switched around to the front, to watch as her large tits pressed and bounced on the car hood and she panted in painful pleasure. For the scene, she drooled a little, wisps of cum like spit dripped from her happily groaning and gaping mouth.

"Fucking bitch!" the horse grunted and yanked her back, making a great loud slapping sound, "Take that cock! Take my whole fucking eleven inch cock!"

She squealed as he locked hips and scratched at the hood of the car. Her tail went ridged in the air and her ears pinned back.

"Too much! Too much!" she squealed but Mick ignored her pleas, he just continued fucking her good and hard, pressing her back as hard as he could.

Mia had to force herself to not groan in the pleasure of the actors. Switch back to a panoramic view, the panther directed the crew to focus in on the space, from the side, where you could see Mick's hips thrust in and out, and his whole length come out, then disappear inside. They made sure to get a lot of that, then they switched to get a face shot of Ruth so they could edit together each of her facial jolts as she came down hard, all the way up her ass, on her husband's long black cock.

The horse rubbed his neck in Ruth's short red hair as she arched her back in feigned pain, grinding their bodies together, giving the crew a moment to switch around and get underneath yet again, while he slowly let out his whole cock slowly, to show off just how much she was taking. Then he slowly replaced it inside, the vixen's moans becoming slower but much more powerful.

The scene now full of enough penetration, Mia made a hand gesture for a blowjob, again checking to Alicia to make sure she was paying attention. She made an uninterested and mildly sarcastic "ok" gesture with her paw and put her head on her paw, forcing herself to watch what she knew was going to be the inevitable result.

Mick, the dominant in this scene, grabbed hold of his wife and forced her around and on her knees. Then he laid her head on the hood of the car, faking a much harsher treatment, but the pressed his cock on her lips.

As the script had said, Ruth shook her head, trying to not let the huge cock into her mouth but the horse took hold of the sides of her head and fucked the shit out of her face, forcing it down her throat. She gagged but he was relentless, even go so far as to hold her nose and keep fucking her head.

She screamed, although it was very quiet, on his cock as it slid in and out, all the way down her thought and then forcing her to take nothing but the head.

For a second he popped it out and slapped her with it, leaving trails of pussy juices and spit on her face and on the tips of her pointy ears.

Replacing his cock in her mouth, he fucked her face harder than before, Ruth flailing her legs beneath him and screaming and coughing on his cock.

Now with long, big globs of spit dripping on her furry tits, the horse forced his cock all the way down her throat and left it there, groping her chest and spitting on her head. She shook her head, inside her mouth and hidden from the camera she softly licked and coaxed her husband's cock.

Groaning, he held the sides of her head and said in a deep menacing voice, "Yeah bitch, swallow my thick load! Take it all fucking whore!"

She let out a muffled, "No!" just as the first globs of cum shot from the horses long cock, practically right into her stomach.

He pulled back a few inches, so that it would spill from her lips, which is exactly what it did. Long streams of thick white horse cum spurted from the sides of her lips and she closed her eyes in fear.

Quickly Mia shifted the crew right next to Ruth's face, to catch a good camera angle of the spurts.

It was just in time too. No sooner did they get in place did Mick pull back, spraying tons of steaming hot horse cum all over her out of breath face. Some went back into her mouth, which was already completely filled with the thick liquid, some on her two luscious tits, and some streamed down her body and onto the car behind her.

When his cock finished off it's orgasms, leaving his cock twitching and dry heaving to spray her with more semen. She slumped over onto the ground, laying a pool of drool and cum, more cum dripping and flowing from her panting mouth, and her bushy tail laying beaten beneath her.

The camera panned in to an above shot of her, leaving only Mick's feet in the picture.

He tossed five hundred dollar bills onto her cum covered body and said in a gruff tone, "So worth it you whore."

With that he walked away, back into the black night and after a few more seconds of harsh breathing, the vixen spat up a load of cum, whipped her face with her arm, and got back up and got into the car, the engine turning over right away and she drove three feet while the scene ended.

Mia stood up and yelled, "And cut! Great scene! Great scene! Perfect start!" she turned, "Alright Charlie there all yours, get em moved to the whorehouse before that cum dries too much on her," the panther read over the script, "okay Motoko, Clair, Thomas, and... Maureen," she winked at the other vixen who nervously looked at her feet and nodded, "you three go with Ruth to the whorehouse scene. Lets go, go, go!"

Everyone was moving. Mick walked over to his wife and helped her out of the car. They gave each other a soft kiss and he apologized in case he had been too rough.

No one noticed that Mia walked over to the pool of cum, ran her paw through it, and licked it off like a lollipop. No one noticed except for Alicia who was now even more disgusted.

She had no problem and gave him another kiss, both tasting his cum on her moist lips.

Around them, scantily clad females walked off the stage and out into the corridor, to go upstairs to where the next few scenes, some plot some sex, would be filmed. Andrew and the other

Andrew, Will, Thomas, and Mick stood, also nude but not bothered by that in the least, chatting in the corner. The veterans were a little annoyed by the fact that there were no fluffers to keep them going but all things considered it was a good first day of filming.

Pulling her by her arm, Mia yanked Alicia and pulled her aside into the corridor where they'd be alone, "Now you were watching right?"

She couldn't look her partner in the eye after that, after seeing that, after seeing how excited she got and how close she got to the action. Still though, she managed a weak nod in acknowledgment.

"Good, and you see it's not that hard, right?"

Alicia nodded again.

"The next scene will just be Motoko and..." she looked over the scene index, "Clair and me, so I'll keep the scene moving when I can, you just have to really watch Clair. Motoko knows what she's doing."

The coyote nodded yet again.

"Okay..." the panther nodded as well, "well I got to get up there, we'll need you in about thirty minutes," she turned and walked away, calling back, "just like old times right?"

"Yeah..." Alicia whispered, still not quite up to speed, "just like old times."

Chapter 5 Calm

The rest of the day was not one that Alicia was going to be inclined to remember. Mentally, she had already dubbed this period the "dark times." That is, until everyone was cured and cleared for work again.

The next scene in the movie, where the viewer learns that Ruth, along with the other females, belong to a bordello specializing in fantasy sex situations. Johns come in, hire out one of the females, gives her a place and time and action and she shoes up he and has his way with them. The viewer also finds out that Motoko's character is that of an overbearing nymphomaniac, much a throwback to the way Mia acted on a regular basis, although with a more forceful touch.

In the scene Alicia had to film, Motoko coaxed Mia and Clair into one of the playdens, ripped off their clothes, and engaged in a three-way with the two, occasionally protesting, females.

Being that they were all veterans to the business, there was little Alicia had to do other than direct the camera crew around, and even they seemed to not need her around as much as Mia had made I seem. The coyote was starting to get the suspicion that Mia was doing this to torture her or worse, seduce her with her prowess during the sex scene.

It wouldn't work on her though; Alicia was way to reserved for that. She was almost so weak stomached when it came to sex that she wanted to leave half way through the scene when Motoko came once all over Clair's open muzzle, spraying feme juices on her face.

Once it was over Alicia quietly called out, "Cut," and the females slowly cleared out to go get cleaned up.

Unable to get away fast enough, the coyote didn't even wait for Mia. Instead she just picked up Maureen, who at least had kept her clothes on this day, and they drove back to the office. They said nothing to each other and in her mind, Maureen was terrified she was going to either switch over and become a full time actress or just quit the company all together; she didn't think she could do her normal, secretarial job anymore since she doubted Alicia could really look at her the same again.

Always the savvy businesswoman, the coyote suspected this and when they made it to Alicia's floor and Maureen sat at her desk, she said, "Don't worry about this, Maureen, I'm not enjoying this either and I'll just be very glad to get drunk and forget it later on."

When she had gone into her own office and shut the door, the vixen let out a sigh of relief. She didn't have so much regret, being that she only had a very small, three line speaking roll today, but she was more worried about her long-term job.

Inside her office Alicia sat down heavily in her chair and stroked her temples. She reached inside her desk and pulled out a bottle of Advil and took three pills. There was no paperwork on her desk, that didn't mean there wasn't any, there just wasn't any there since Maureen had been out all day as well.

Sighing heavily, the coyote got on the phone and called all the different departments, or the remnants thereof, and told them to bring all paperwork directly to her office until the infected workers returned.

Sure enough, not ten minutes after she had ordered did eight paper-laden furs come up to her office and drop off a mountain of paperwork.

Alicia dove right into it. It calmed her; it took her mind off of watching Mia rubbing her pussy right to orgasm against Clair's.

About thirty minutes after she had started, the panther came walking in her office and sat down without a word in her chair.

"Thanks for waiting," she finally said, "I had to bum a ride off of Charlie."

Not looking up, the coyote replied, "If you haven't noticed I have a shit load of real work to do, I couldn't exactly wait while you did lord knows what in the shower."

"Good point," Mia conceited and smiled that evil smile of hers.

"Here," Alicia pointed to one of the taller piles of papers, "That's your pile."

"I don't do paperwork," Mia replied, confused.

"I don't do porns either but whadoyaknow."

The panther frowned.

Still not looking up, predicting her partner's face, she whispered, "Don't make that face. You owe me sooooo much for what I'm doing. Least you can do is help with this shit."

So Mia submitted, she really didn't have an argument against that. Plus, she needed to get her partner back into a better mood, back on her good side. If she stayed in this pissed off attitude the panther would never be able to convince her to allow the next part of her plan.

The paperwork was soothing though, for Alicia that is. For Mia it was a living nightmare. She knew about and how to do everything on the table; she didn't get to be co-owner of the company by fucking people, but this just was not something she enjoyed at all.

It took hours and when they were done, Alicia was smiling and calm once more and Mia was sweating and looked like a train wreck. Inadvertently, that aided the panther in warming over the coyote as well, since she took great happiness in seeing her nympho partner beaten by something, finally.

"So..." Alicia shrugged, "Good day?"

"You were there, what did you think?"

She shrugged again and fixed her glasses, then took them off and cleaned the rims on her business jacket, "I don't know, I haven't seen one in so many years I don't remember what's right and what's wrong."

"Well I didn't see the prints but I'm sure it was all fine."

Alicia nodded quietly.

"More to do tomorrow, lot more..." Mia added, then louder she asked, carefully, very carefully, "You read through the scripted?"

"No."

"No reason to, we take these scene by scene."

"I guess," Alicia whispered, not really paying attention.

Eventually the coyote called Maureen in to take out and redistribute the papers. That took a few more minutes but when her desk was clear, Alicia put her long legs up on her desk and sighed into her chair again.

Checking her watch, five forty-six, she said, "Well day's over now more or less."

"Done?"

"Yeah, done," Alicia replied.

Without another word Mia stood up walked, somewhat stooped over, out of her office. When Alicia finally followed a few minutes later, she was amazed to see that Maureen was still sitting at her desk. Apparently Mia had either lost interest or, less likely but possible, been satisfied for the day.

"Good night Maureen," the coyote said.

Nervously, the vixen bit her lip and right before her boss got aboard the elevator she called out, "Ms. Klasp?"

"Yes?" she turned.

"Do we have more... work? Tomorrow?"

Alicia stared at her for a moment then sighed, "Every day till I tell you."

"Oh..." the vixen said.

For a few more seconds the coyote paused, unsure if that "oh" had been out of disappointment, fear, or acceptance.

Shaking it off she boarded the elevator and headed home.

She went to sleep, trying as hard as she could to force out any unwanted dreams or images to plague her. Not just of today but of her past.