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Hello, Furry-sphere! I know I promised a sequel to the Mile High Paw Club, but the artist whose fursona I wanted to include hasn't given me his consent. So, I'm going to write a small idea I had in mind. This story will be different from all the ones I've done before, in the way that it will be narrated not by the characters, but by a narrator whose voice sounds like Morgan Freeman's (just kidding), and it will be under 2k words in length.

A friend once told me rich people aren't happy at all, that their life is meaningless. Well, I'm about to prove him wrong with some furry erotica! (Which sadly he'll never find out about)

Update: yay, the cameo is ready and ill begin working on the sequel for the MHPC today.

Disclaimer: This is an Adult piece of fiction. If you're not an adult, whatever that means in your country, you are breaking the law if you read this.

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Sarah Fowl woke up on her bed, purring happily as the sun crept through the window. It was 10 in the morning, and the 19 year old cat was enjoying her sabbatical year immensely. A push on the intercom button signaled the servants that she was awake, and in no time a maid came in with her breakfast. She gulped it down hungrily, before the maid returned to take care of the dishes. She was then left alone, since she always slept nude, and as she always did she fell asleep again. It was about 10AM when she woke up again, and this time she did get out of the bed. Her curvy teenage frame swayed seductively as she walked towards her walk-in closet, picking up something to wear. A quick check on her phone told her it would be hot outside, so she picked up a short and sexy skirt with a top that revealed her ample cleavage. She was, at least physically, the perfect fur.

A short drive by her chauffeur left her at the yacht club, where she wasted no time in finding her father's boat. She was the only heir to a big fortune, enough to sustain a third world country for over a year. Daddy, naturally, was the brain behind the oil refinery conglomerate that ruled the country, and it managed to pump almost the same amount of oil into the pipelines as cash into their pockets. He was never home of course, but they still spoke constantly through video calling or frequent private jet charters to wherever he was working. Contrary to what might be assumed, they had a pretty close father-daughter relationship, and while she did spend most of her father's income without earning a single penny, she was no spoiled brat. Maybe because she never had to actually ask for anything, and she wasn't stupid enough to ask for insane things.

The boat cleared the dock and sailed away. Inside, her baby cousins played in some arcade or something while she took a nice nude tanning session on the super yacht's roof. She had told the captain to set sail for the horizon, and then return in a couple hours again. Indeed, it was after all a joyride on a super yacht, but when you have money to spare, it doesn't matter at all. It was around two PM when the yacht turned around, as she lingered in the pool for some time. It had a glass bottom, and even though there was no coral to be seen it was an interesting experience. Since the kids were around, she was wearing a bikini to cover her most private areas. It was about four when they anchored again.

The limo was naturally waiting to pick her up, and she ordered the driver to take her to her favorite restaurant. In half an hour, the feline walked inside. Now dressed in a nice afternoon outfit she sat down at her usual table, alone, and ordered some food. They brought her some small bits of exotic looking food, while she drank a bit of white wine to go with it. She didn't talk during the meal, and didn't even look at the other people in the other tables. The only words she said inside that restaurant were after the four digit bill came, which were: "Put it on my Tab"

The sun had crept down, and it was almost nighttime when she arrived home. After a couple of quick and short orders, the masseuse came into her room. She allowed the old looking vixen to relax her, working with the best massage hands that money could buy. She spent a whole hour on this, purring softly as she relaxed every single muscle in her body, before she was finally over. A quick 100 dollar tip inside her pocket and she was sent underway, as the feline idly looked at her watch. It was a bit past seven, so she decided to take a quick cat nap. After such, she woke up only to realize that it was already a quarter past 9. She got up, grabbing a black dress worth more than several yearly salaries together, before she walked out the door.

She didn't take a chauffeur like always. Instead, she walked to the spacious garage and picked a car. After the mechanic brought her the keys to the McLaren MP4-12C she got in, and drove off. She was an excellent driver, since she had taken her driving lessons at a racetrack and taught by a world class racer, and the powerful vehicle ran through the streets like a cheetah through the African plains. She didn't bother about speeding tickets, since they had a good lawyer team that made sure her license remained point-free. She deeply enjoyed this, driving around just for fun... However, she did have a destination, and half an hour of joyriding later she was pulling up at the entrance of the most exclusive nightclub in town.

With a well-trained aim she threw the keys at the valet parking guy, before walking right by the bouncer and into the blaring techno music. Her dress sparkled as furs of all ages and species began to drool. She went right towards her regular booth, and ordered a glass of water. A young feline, with a very sexy build and a tailor made suit came up to her.

"Hey, are you the owner of that orange sports car?" He asked, sitting down.

"Depends on who's asking..." She said with a quick sip of her glass

"The name is James. James Lindbergh." He said. "Care for a drink?" He asked as he ordered a bottle of champagne.

"Well well, what is the heir to the largest media conglomerate doing around here?" She asked with a seductive smile.

"Looking for someone to dance with... And I'm guessing you too" He said as they brought a champagne bottle that could easily reach five zeroes on its price tag.

"Well, it pretty much depends on your skills..." She said as she had a sip.

"They won't disappoint" was the short answer as he got up and extended his hand.

She smiled and got up as well, leaving the champagne virtually full as they went to the dance floor. He wasn't lying about his abilities, but she could match him even with the high heels. The music became faster, and so did their movements. They got closer to each other, dancing like there was no tomorrow. Then, with a silent agreement, they left the dance floor completely exhausted.

"You were asking about my car... That's not even the prettiest one. Care to see the rest?" She asked, dragging him towards the exit.

"I would like that a lot" he said as he got inside with her.

She had been drinking of course, but not enough to impair her skills as she drove at breakneck speeds through town. By the time they had reached her mansion it was already past midnight. She didn't take him to the garage, however. They went straight into her room. The door was closed a fraction of a second before they both kissed. It wasn't a romantic kiss; it was a passionate, needy, tribal kiss as she began to unbutton his Italian silk shirt. The zipper on her dress went down in no time as did his pants, and by the time they had fallen on the bed they were on their underwear. His kisses went down to her neck as her breathing got quicker. With a talent obviously acquired through experience, he used his teeth to unlock her bra on the front, freeing her breasts. She wasn't going to be left behind, and used a paw to remove his briefs to his knees and then a foot to pull them the rest of the way down, as she felt a paw dive under her panties and into her needy sex.

After a few quick rubbings he pulled them down, while his tongue worked on her nipple. Her paw grabbed his penis, which was quite big but not bizarrely so. He stroked him slowly as she moaned, due to the finger he had just inserted into her slick passage. No more foreplay was needed, and the two young furs aligned their genitals without saying a word. This had never been love-making, or an intimate display of affection. This was instinct-driven, hot, messy sex whose purpose was just pleasure.

He began to push into her folds as her natural lubrication eased his penetration. It slid right in, with a loud moan from both parties. None of them asked about protection, yet it wouldn't have made a difference since she was on birth control. Besides, the advantage of being elitist was that you were sure the guy or girl you were bedding was clean. His member was just long enough to brush against her cervix, making her moan every time he pushed in. She allowed him to take control, to ride her as he pleased, as his barbs raked her insides with every pull, causing her to shiver and use her legs around his hips to push him back in. The two sweaty furs now joined as they bucked and moaned their way into sexual nirvana. Her claws extended as she scratched his partner's back almost painfully while an orgasm coursed through her body, making her walls clamp down on his member as he groaned and pushed in, hard, until his tip was pressed against her cervical opening. She pulled him close as he began to cum, filling her up to the brim with his seed, warm and sticky. They both panted through their orgasms, enjoying the feeling of pure, no strings attached mating. After a few seconds he began to pull out, causing her to meow a bit as the barbs once again tugged at her inner walls. He was finally out, and his cum began to leak from her satisfied pussy.

"You were right indeed... You didn't disappoint" Sarah said with a blissful purr.

"You never showed me your garage..." He said, panting.

"Oh, come on. I know you've got those same cars in yours" She said as her fingers idly rubbed her folds, before scooping a bit of cum and sneaking a taste.

"You're the only thing missing in my mansion" he said, getting up and beginning to dress up. He finished grabbing his things and then said goodbye, leaving the cum-filled feline girl in the bed, looking happily at the roof. There was no goodbye kiss, she didn't even tell him to call her since it was obvious he wouldn't. It had just been sex, without a greater purpose than pleasing two hormone-driven rich kids. Some would say that she wasn't happy, but the wide smile in her face proved otherwise. It was likely she wouldn't get a serious mate until a decade later, if ever. But, between one night stands with sexy, young and classy furs she found delight in her millionaire heir life. She closed her eyes without bothering to clean up. Tomorrow would be a new day, full of new spoils, benefits and lays.

-J