One of Those Days - Break of Dawn
One of those days....
By: Ravenwood
Notes:
The main character, Tina, and the rest of the ZZ Studios crew are copyright their owners, Max and Eric, (Don't worry Eric, Sabrina has only a bit part.) The rest were created by me for this fanfic. The premise of this story is "a day in the life", to give a glimpse of what Tina's life is like working for Zig Zag. (As she's not one of the actresses, don't expect to see her doing much in the way of sex. This beginning thing was more to dust off my writing skills and give some inspiration.
I've found Tina to be one of the more interesting characters, even though there's very little information about her. Much pieced from snippets of conversations and what few cameos she's had, and some things extrapolated from educated guesses.
Chapter 1: Break of Dawn
[06:58 AM]
Inky blackness. The only visible thing in the room being the faint green luminescent number of the alarm clock, not even a real glow like that from an LCD. Not even the window yields any light, being completely covered over with a thick sheet of cloth, taped down around the edge, and sealed around a small air recirculation in the corner, whose whisper-soft humm is the only sound in the room. The faint scent of cinnamon and incense are the main scents, almost masking a slight scent vaguely like wet salt.
[06:59 AM]
Tina shifts slightly on the bed, laying on her back, with the covers long since kicked off. Her breath is a little faster than one would expect from someone deep in sleep, the soft breaths drowning out the recirculation's humm. Her hands resting limply on the bed, fingers lightly twitching as she dreams.
[07:00 AM]
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
She lets out a soft groan, cracking on eye open to look over at the pale numbers. She reaches over to the bed stand on the right, tapping at the alarm clock's 'Snooze' button, then drapes her hand on the curve of her belly. "Bloody hell, 7AM already?" She lets out a soft sigh, followed by her hand slipping down along her lower belly and dipping in between her slightly spread thighs. A softer sigh as her right hand traces a finger along the line of dampness between her legs. Another gentle caress of a finger, brushing over the most sensitive part causing the muscles of her thighs to twitch before it slides back down again. A low, barely whispered "oohhhhh..." when her fingertip is surrounded by wet warmth. Her breath turns to soft pants, then harsher gasps while a second slicked finger curls in, both unerringly seeking out that rougher part, while her palm covers and gently rubs against the other, outer sensitive area. A fast pace is set, knowing on a subconscious level that she's trying to beat the alarm clock before it goes off again.
So... So close... Almost... Just... A... Little...
Her back arches as the tension builds, thighs, belly and rump all tensing up while the pleasure builds. An intense ball in her groin that builds under pressure until it finally explodes, sending a wave of pleasure up her spine, to spike in her head, eyes rolling back while every nerve in her body feels like its on fire.
Finally, she falls limply on the bed, gulping air as she basks in that glorious afterglow. A few scattered aftershocks causing her thighs to tremble and twitch slightly for several moments after.
[07:10 AM]
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Another swat at the snooze button is about the best she can manage, needing a second swipe to actually hit it, leaving her right hand draped over it.
Quite a few breaths later, she lifts her left hand, and only a slight twitch as her fingers come free. Guided by the scent of musk and wet salt, her nose and lips lightly touch her slicked middle and ring fingers. Both slipping inside her muzzle and the sides of her broad tongue wrapping around them as the flavour of herself explodes across her taste buds, a soft, blissful moan around the fingers being evident of her opinion.
She lays like that, lightly sucking and licking over her fingers for some time, taking in the mix of tastes, scents and the warm glow in her belly, only to be rudely disturbed by...
[07:20 AM]
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Tina lets out a low groan of annoyance, finally reaching over to switch off the alarm clock, and then slowly turning a small dial attached to the bed stand. A soft light starts up in the far corner of the room, providing the first illumination to the bedroom, even though the brightness of the light is not even that of a low night-light. The bed against the corner, the door across to the side, closed. The moderately-sized dresser with bookshelf beside it, both along the same wall as the door. At the foot of the bed is the closet and beside it, the door to the bathroom.
She blinks owlishly a few times, turning the meagre light down slightly to a level that's more comfortable for her, then slowly rolls over onto her belly. Placing her hands by her shoulder, she lifts her upper body up, head tilting backward and her back curving to match in a toe-curling stretch that makes a couple of soft pops. Then revering, arching her back upward and rocking back on her knees to pop her back once again. Then the third stretch, lowering her chest to the bed, with her rump raised while she reaches out with her arms, a soft purr of pleasure accompanies her early morning stretching.
Finally, she actually gets up and walks across to the shower, the slight rubbery feeling in her knees, encouraging the slow progress into the bathroom. Reaching into the shower, she dials the hot water to about where she likes it, before turning to face the open bathroom door, which has the full-length mirror on the bedroom side. Despite the dim light, which causes her feline eyes to practically glow a lambent green, she has no problem seeing well enough to take a look at her self. Female, Canadian Lynx, the grey with black spots being characteristic of the species. A little stout, with a pudgy belly, one of her hands brushes over her stomach, giving it a slight squeeze before sliding up to cup one of her very modest breasts. "A supermodel, you ain't. But really, what would I do with all that fame, anyway?" She makes a slight shrug before stepping into the shower.
A soft gasp escapes her from the heat of the water, a little higher than she intended, but still tolerable. The hot, pulsing pressure of the shower hitting her at the base of the skull and sluicing down her neck and then along her back, to tail, to thighs, to feet, feeling not unlike a dozen or so hands lightly petting down along her body with lightly caresses. A minute or so of the hedonistic pleasure before she turns around, squinching her nose closed, eyes close, and tilting her ears back as she sticks her face right into the stream of hot water for a few more self-indulgent moments, her hands resting against the wall under the shower head. She then tips her head down, letting the water run over her head and then down along her chest and belly for a bit more before almost reluctantly reaching for the bottle of soap. It's a bit of a laborious process, to lather and wash all the fur, but a necessary chore.
Once washed and well-rinsed, she turns off the shower and activates the blowers, helping them dry her by combing her fingers through her fur to squeeze out some excess water. The blower's shut off just before her fur's fully dried out, leaving her a little damp while she wanders back into her bedroom, laying a towel down to sit on while she begins the also-laborious task of brushing out her fur, smoothing it all down from the tangle the blower made. While using a tongue for that kind of thing would probably be funner, (even more so if it's someone else's tongue,) a good brush is much quicker, and feels nicer.
That part of her morning routine done, a step or two to her dresser and some rummaging through the drawers for something to wear. Plain grey cotton panties and bra to start, not that she owns much in the way of sexy stuff to begin with, but for work, comfort is king. Panties snug up, with only a minor bit of adjustment, some more brushing of the ruffled fur, and the button flap over the base of her tail to keep them on. The bra's next, clasp at the front for simplicity's sake, a minimal bit of fidgeting to get her modest breasts settled in the cups. Plain black slacks, with the button flap over the tailbase to secure them, and a loose grey sweater rounds out her outfit.
Opening the door to her room, the hallway of Tina's flat is much like her room, the window covered over completely so no light can get in from outside and the only light coming from a small, very dim night-light plugged into one of the hallway's wall sockets.
End of Chapter 1