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Backstage Pass
Chapter Four:
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After I handed in the security badge I looked out at the crowd--there was
more of them--then made a beeline for the nearest bar on the male side of the
room. Fewer customers. That earned me an amused glance from the ambercoated wolf fur who was strutting (literally), and some curious ones from several
of the girls watching him. Gay customers were far from unknown over here.
But that wasn't me. I flagged the bartender, grabbed a glass of ice water,
tossed the wolf fur an ironic salute--you show 'em, brother--then hustled away.
The goal now was to get a good position in front of the stripper stage where
Jamati was about to dance up a storm.
I toyed briefly with the idea of going up to the bar area so I could look
down, then nah. The main stage was a meter or so higher. A small door at the
back of the stripper stage allowed Jamati to come up the steps from underneath,
then cut loose and blow us away.
You wanted to get the full benefit of that, you wanted to be dead center
right in front of her. The stripper stage was raised up about half a meter with a
wide apron to it so you couldn't get up flush with the edge. The spot I'd picked
was pretty much in the front row, as I'd been many times before. We were the
ones who gave her the most immediate feedback to her performance. Since the
viewing was excellent at this spot she got a lot of that.
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again seemed drunk, but I could see from their body language how they were
actually not ignoring him. They were very aware of his presence. One held a
beer, then tipped it up and guzzled noisily. The level of beer in the bottle did not
go down.
I may have stumbled over the snooper's motto: What's Unusual? We're
looking for behaviour that sticks out, that might be a foreshadow for worse
behaviour that crosses the line. Unless I was hallucinating I had four Unusuals
here.
Or did I? Where was the line between Unusual and Not? Folks came to
Layers to let their fur down, to act in ways they wouldn't elsewhere. That could
be a damn tricky question at the best of times. You made your call based on
vapour for evidence, meaning it could be something real or it could be a false
positive. Decide, and decide fast. I think I could see how the snoopers would be
well paid.
Then it clicked: I knew these guys. Or knew their type. Students. That's
what they were. Wasn't I surrounded by fellows just like these eight hours a day,
five days a week? Not that the jocks at an art college exactly conformed to
stereotype but when they took to the basketball court you couldn't tell the
difference. Students where, was the next question. Three universities in the
Atlanta area. Not important right now.
Casually, oh-so-casually, I turned back and studied my two characters
out of the corner of my eye. Maybe I did have some aptitude for this job. Okay,
Shepherd had a basketball-ish feel to him. Wolf Fur almost certainly a football
player? The two over by Big Raccoon, indeterminate. Soccer, perhaps. Looked
like good runners.
Was Derrick's paranoia contagious? Thats probably an occupational
hazard for security work. But are we paranoid enough? Assumption: these four
were students and they were connected. And they were actively faking
intoxication. Speculation: there's a coordinated plan afoot. Inference: it involves
Jamati. They're not in front of this stage by accident.
I gotta say, the rush of real paranoia that swept over me in that instant
almost crossed my eyes. I wanted to send up flares, pull every fire alarm, trigger
the sprinklers, and launch all silos in every direction. It involves Jamati!!
The dance music died down as the glow of lights brightened on the stage.
There were more under the lip of the stage that went on and shone upwards. The
show was about to start. And/or I was going insane fast enough to set an all-time
American Psychiatric Association record. Do snoopers get points for pouncing
on possibly innocent wolf and Shepherd furs? If any, probably posthumously.
These two could turn me into a rapidly expanding cloud of meerkat fur just by
sneezing.
Again the eyes-glancing-to-the-side thing (I am good at this) as I sipped
my water and assessed them carefully. On the other hand, Jack 'n Bill had more
than taught me some of the strategies for dealing with two opponents at the same
time. Painful learnin', of course. Knew it already, but Derrick had made a true
point: surprise is a force multiplier. If two larger opponents are faced with one
smaller one they can be profitably confused when the small one attacks like a
psychotic hurricane on mad pills.
You can only fight what you expect to fight. That turns out to be
something else, you tend to lose a lot of your forward momentum. Further
assumption: these two beside me were not counting on a battle tonight. Nor
would I have to win it either, just hold 'em to a draw. There was a reserve army
standing about eight meters to my right. From the size of him, two.
I shook my head. Crap. I think I was going insane. I gulped more water.
Derrick had intimated that it's the suits who do the fighting, not the snoopers, on
the rare occasion when it has to be done. And only when actual violence has
broken out, not just because a meerkat is spooking herself sideways. And then
likely with only one goal in mind: immobilize the combatants as quickly and as
safely as possible. Taser with your beer, sir? Safely. Big keyword there.
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You learn anything about fighting, you will learn just how easily you can
do serious damage if you put your mind to it. Or worse, damage by accident as a
shot goes either off target or harder than you intend. It's not like your opponent is
exactly cooperating with you. Let's not forget that most furs are stronger and
tougher and naturally better armed than regular humans. But I was guaranteed to
be faster. I was thinking dangerous thoughts here.
Sideways glance. Scratch the battle. They had to make a move before I
could make a move. I needed to think of something other than a scream and leap
to block that move. Assuming they were going to actually move. What I had to
know was what that move would be, and when, so I could know what move to
make to stop it. But I'd only find that out when they moved. And around and
around we go. And how did those other two students fit in? Ouch, my head.
Derrick, you're not paying me enough.
That was all punted aside as the lights rose up to full. Different music
came on: a deep bass beat, something exotically crossed between Arabic and
Western. A clue to what we were in for, dance-wise. The door at the back of the
stage slid open along with the panel in the floor over the steps.
Then over the music, a DJs voice: "And now, ladies and gentlmels,
Layers would like you to give your attention to our special stage. There's a good
reason for that. As we give you... Jamati!"
We'll take her.
A tall female figure walked calmly up the steps and into the light, then
stepped around the stripper pole to the center of the stage. Clearly female due to
the curves and the pretty footpaws, but more of her we couldn't see through the
sari-like veiled wrap that surrounded her body and arms and head. Her toeclaws
were gilded in gold.
But we could see her eyes. Green, green, glittering green. Hunter eyes,
glowing at us incandescent, helped by the lighting, which only made me think of
what they'd look like in the dimness of a bedroom. Might've been the effect
Jamati was going for.
Music changed: wailing violin and strong guitars as the bass and
percussion strengthened to a driving beat. Strong dance coming up. Jamati
unwrapped the veil around her head and began to move. I felt as much as heard
the crowd sigh, male and female alike.
A tiger goddess is what we had here tonight, gold adorning her raven hair
and round ears, an array of chain and bright jingly coins. Lips a glistening red.
More gold chain around her neck. The blunt muzzle and the fierce pattern of
stripes had somehow been made delicate, deeply feminine. I'd like to know how
she did that.
Then I forgot the question completely as Jamati went into the dance in
earnest, pure belly dance movement, the sari around her slowly unwrapping.
Actually, we were less in the Middle East here than smack in the heart of the
Punjab. Think of a dusky Hindu temple dancer offering up ritual erotic dance to
the god of the tigers.
Saving that the god had noticed her, and she'd been transformed into a
tiger. More sari unwound; there were her breasts. Hello, nipple jewelry. Drool.
Hello also belly button jewelry and complicated chains around her waist.
In short, another few moments and it would be nude tigress in gold
holding the banner of a sheer sari in her hands, and then she'd really pump up the
volume. Hindu temples don't come with stripper poles--tsk, wotta oversight--but
the one here was about to get tested. I'd noticed how Jamati's dancing always
followed a curve, going up in intensity until you could barely breath. Fifteentwenty minutes of dance never seemed like it. Probably because Jamati made you
lose track of time.
Another click: time. Two furry not-drunks beside me didn't have much
time. They moved soon or they missed their window. And they would wait until
everybody was absolutely mesmerized by Jamati. Surprise.
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Almost everybody. I risked a fast direct glance. Drunk act was gone, all
right. They were alert, their tails straight and fur almost standing up. On a hair
trigger (sorry). And Wolf Fur was doing the glance thing too, but didn't see me,
instead his eyes flicking past towards Big Raccoon and his two shadows. Four
students were going to move, not two. Two at Jamati and two at Big Raccoon. I
wasn't sure who had the more hazardous mission.
I followed the wolf's gaze. Yup. Two canine furs alert and on point, so to
speak. Team A to distract Big Raccoon, then run like hell. Giving Team B maybe
ten seconds of confusion to do whatever they were going to do. Did they expect
to escape too? If they really surprised both Jamati and the rest of security, maybe.
Speculation: They've made a guesstimate about the response times and
capabilities of Layer's security system, and whether they could get to an exit.
And decided it was doable. But to do what?
Seriously loud click: it was the dogs who would move first. That would
be Wolf and Shepherd's cue to... to... to either stand here and do something, or
charge the stage and try and do something to/with/at Jamati. What, grab a nipple
jewelry trophy? Steal two kisses? Invite her to a cotillion? With all this
sneakiness these guys couldn't be playing for penny-ante stakes. Take it as fact:
they were going for the stage. In that case, ignore Team A.
Later after it was all over I'd spare a moment to marvel at how damned
fast I was thinking. And also at how much hot adrenaline came outta nowhere to
help me with what I was about to do. A plan had come together in something
under a microsecond. It was a neat plan. It was pretty low-risk. And it would
shock their fuckin' scruffy ears clean off them.
Did I sound angry there? There was some of that on top of the adrenalin.
At the very least, they were making me miss Jamati's show. Could only hope
somebody would have to taser 'em.
I moved the glass to my right hand to free my left. And moved back just
a bit to get out of Wolf Fur's line of sight. That put me in Shepherd's peripheral
vision, but he was more focused on the wolf. Then the stage. Then the wolf. Who
was wholly focused on Team A. His ears pricked up.
I risked a quick look. Ohhh damn, I was right, all the way down the line!
Team A was fighting over the beer! I saw Big Raccoon's eyes swing over to them
just as a well-aimed spume of beer foam hit him square in the muzzle by
accident.
Cue!!
And I was almost too late as Wolf Fur's muzzle turned back, his arms
came up, and he began to go into a crouch that would end in a big leap onto...
"YEEEOOOWWWW!!!"
<WHUMP-THUMP!!>
Gotcha!!
Slo-mo replay. Beautiful tail on Wolf Fur, to tell the truth. Real easy to
grab onto, just as his legs pushed off to send him into the air. I knew how to do
this to Bill. He'd done it to me often enough. Guaranteed it hurt. Good.
But even better was what I knew would happen upon letting go!
It happened: Wolf Fur lost his balance, flailed uselessly, then fell flat on
his muzzle with that wonderfully satisfying whump-thump. God, I hope the folks
in Ops were getting all this on vid. Now I had about three free seconds...
As I turned to face Shepherd Fur who'd interrupted his leap to turn
towards me. Ah, that lovely look of shock. Replaced by instant rage as his hands
came up.
"CATCH!!" I shouted gleefully, and chucked the glass of water at him.
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The fight was starting to go out of Shepherd too. He was not fast trying
to sit up, propped on his arms and breathing hard. The way he looked at me,
seemed like he was trying to decide whether or not staying on the ground was the
better idea. I readied myself to knock him down again. Right leg, put your weight
on your right leg, pleeease.
No, he wasn't going to quit just yet. He had to favour his right leg, but he
propped himself up on one arm and...
That's an odd note. The way he moved, something else suddenly hurt
too--saw him wince--then he moved his legs to clear it(?).
Then sank back down as a beer-soaked raccoon suddenly loomed over
him. An overlooked skill, looming. "Two words, dog: Stop. That," Big Raccoon
growled loudly. I may have heard a very puppy-like whine come from Shepherd.
Wolf Fur looked up and his ears went dead flat in submission.
But to my left, more important were the two equally large furs in suits
who were hustling quickly towards me. Lion and horse. Uh oh. I'd almost
certainly looked like the aggressor. I couldn't help but raise my hands as I turned
and took a step backwards.
Did you know, no bar or club uses real glass glasses? Or bottles. It's all
unbreakable plastic and you can't tell the difference. Why do I say this?
'Cause when you take a step and tromp on one you don't get a crunch.
Something else happens.
"WAAAA-HAAAA!!"
One foot flew out in front of me, the other failed miserably to stay on the
ground and, arms windmilling, I hurtled backwards in a picture-perfect pratfall
for the stage behind me.
I didn't get there. Two arms grabbed me around the chest and caught me.
Two orange n black striped arms. And held on tight. Gleep.
"Ah do declare, a handsome meerkat has just fallen into my arms,"
Jamati purred in my ear. "I wonder if they'll let me keep him."
Mega-gleep. Well, it wasn't a buh-buh-buh. So far so good.
I turned my head, which put us about nose-to-nose. Jamati was smiling.
Oh, but those green eyes. I smelled sweaty tigress; lovely.
"They were going to rush the stage, weren't they?" Jamati said quietly.
"Saw enough of it. Very brave of you. And not a scratch on you. Good job.
Derrick had better give you a bonus for tonight or I'll take his ears."
Then to Lion and Horse: "He's one of us. I've got him. And you're not
getting him back." Arms hugged as I heard a kittenish giggle that shouldn't come
out of someone this lethal.
The two big furs looked at each other. "So that's how to get into her bed:
beat somebody up," Lion joked.
"I've got it, Horse said dryly. I beat you up, then when she's done with
me you beat me up and take your turn. Do we have a deal?"
Jamati just laughed and stuck her tongue out at them. She'd jumped to a
conclusion; fine by me. I was suddenly profoundly aware that I was in the arms
of a naked tigress. Who was at least somewhat on my side. Not how I'd ever
thought our introduction would go.
I'm not that good at fantasizing.
The lights above the main stage had come on high, the music dead. I
looked around. Where did...?
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"Hey! Raccoon!" I barked. "Call Ops now!! The two guys who hit you
with a beer, the two canine furs. They're part of this. Somebody find 'em fast! My
guess is they're headed for the street at flank speed."
Jamati lifted me up onto my feet, then stepped down off the stage beside
me. Blithely naked. Well, I did miss her show; this'll do.
Big Raccoon was bending over Wolf fur and helping him to his feet. His
head came up to look at me. "What? Oh ho, those two. Oh yah, I would like to
see them again. Messed up my suit."
And just like you'd see a Secret Service type do in a movie, Big Raccoon
lifted up his left hand and spoke rapidly and low into his wrist. "Priority, priority,
gates down, repeat, gates down. All stations, locate and detain. Description: two
canine furs..." I missed the rest. I noticed that Raccoon's other hand did not let go
of Wolf Fur's arm.
"Report," the lion said crisply, amber eyes going straight to mine. I knew
an officer when I heard an order. I began to open my mouth...
I was cut off. "Oh, hell yes, report!! This fight's gonna get a reeeal close
look!" The snarl that came from past Big Raccoon and the wolf almost stopped
my heart. Did Derrick have teleport powers too? I'd left him in the Ops room.
He wasn't there now. Derrick stepped over the Shepherd's legs (he wisely
stayed down) and loomed over me as Lion and Horse fell back. They must train
for the looming thing.
Derrick pulled on my arm to get us out earshot of the wolf and the
Shepherd. Jamati and the lion followed as Horse went to scrape up the Shepherd
and stand him up beside Big Raccoon and the wolf.
Derrick bent down as I looked up. I saw fangs. "Artist meerkat, Ah hope
Ah didn't put any dumb ideas into your furball-filled head," he hissed, a
millimeter from my muzzle. "Looks bad on me. Although if Ah've seriously
misjudged you that looks even worse. What in th' Sam fuckin' Hill do y' think
you're doin'?"
Beside me, I could almost hear Jamati's ears try to take off for orbit.
"Artist?" she squeaked. "You mean he's not a snooper?"
"If he'd waited a week until Ah was done hirin' him he would be,"
Derrick growled. "But nooo. Damn it, meerkat, you're not under our jeezly
insurance yet. Ah've heard of jumpin' th' gun but this is plumb ridiculous."
Best defense is a good offense. "Hi boss. Is this a good time to ask for a
raise?" I grinned. "Think I just found a hole in your security system." Now there's
chutzpah for you.
It stopped him cold. Angry went instantly to boggled. "What?" Derrick
and Jamati said together, then double-taked.
Keep going. "Maybe you've thought of this, maybe not. But I've thought
of it now. And acted on it. If I'm wrong I deserve to be chomped. So I'd better
prove I'm right, hmmm? If you'll let me."
Put that way I'd boxed him in. I could see he didn't like it. "Talk, and talk
good 'n fast, artist," Derrick growled. "Ah'll decide if you're right or not."
Jamati wasnt over her own boggled, both eyebrows up almost to her
ears. "Artist," she said weakly. "Really. Good thing he wasn't packing a pen,
then. He might have killed them."
Lion snorted in amusement. "Don't rightly think he needed one. Hired or
not, a pro job, Derrick. Two down, nobody hurt bad, least of all him. When he
should've been. I could feel redundant."
Derrick blinked at that. Which allowed me to turn to Jamati. "Kyle Perry,
artist meerkat--student, actually--and defender of naked beautiful tigresses, at
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your service," I said smoothly. At the same time I reached for her right hand to
lean forward and kiss it, the suavely perfect gentlemel. Pure impulse, done
without thinking or a breath of hesitating. Damn, but there must've been
something in that gumbo.
I straightened up, then looked her up and down, smiling. "Mind you,
you're really just about the last naked beautiful tigress who needs any defending
whatsoever, but hey, I gotta stay in practice, y'know?"
Where was I getting all these good lines tonight? Never mind, so long as
I can keep 'em coming.
Of course it worked. Jamati threw her head back and laughed. "Oh, have
you got manners or what?" she giggled. "I get done my show, most guys can
barely talk for wanting to pounce so bad; all but have to hose them down. I'm
pleased to see there's at least one exception to this rule."
I still had her hand. I rubbed my thumb over the back of it. "We-ll, if you
really feel like hosing me down, far be it from me to stop you," I purred. "So long
as I can return the favour."
"Oooo. I walked into that one, didn't I? So you just decided to jump those
two. Spur of the moment."
I looked around. The crowd had come for dancing, but from the look of
them the floor show was just as entertaining. The stunned on Derrick's face was
pretty fun too.
"No," I said quietly, and let go of her hand. "Been hanging around here
for weeks. Art-wise, you've kinda caught my eye. Christ, is that a honker of an
understatement. I was just in the right place at the right time. And they weren't.
Somebody in Training is probably going to tell me that's a large part of how good
security works. Assuming a certain raccoon lets me in to take it."
"Assumin' indeed," Derrick growled. But I could see I was digging
myself out; a little glimmer of respect in his eyes.
"Show her the art, Derrick."
"...What?"
"You got a better time than now?"
"Um. Okay. Then we talk serious security. What hole?"
"Deal. A subtle one. To complete the story, we need two more canine
furs who I hope didn't get away. Big Raccoon called it in."
Derrick reached into his jacket and pulled out two pieces of paper,
unfolded, then handed them to a very curious Jamati.
Who gasped. That brought Lion around to get a look. He whistled. "Say,
this guy does have some skill with a pen," he said.
"One of these days I've got to do something really great, y'know?" I
whispered to Derrick.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. What happened? he growled. From all Ah heard a
well-dressed meerkat suddenly went freak-out and started smackin' a Shep an' a
wolf around. And quite successfully at that."
"Let's clear that up." I pointed to Wolf and Shepherd who were nervously
standing there flanked by Horse and Big Raccoon. That would do it to me. "First
thing, whip out your magic compslate. I assume it can ping RFIDs. Find out how
much they had to drink. Then I'll tell you how much they had to drink."
Derrick's eyes narrowed as he looked at Shepherd and Wolf; they quailed
a little. The compslate came out, Derrick flicked on, tapped on the screen for a
second, then waved it at the two furs.
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you? Or could it have been any dancer?" I wondered. "I will say I think we're
talking frat prank here. Mason House, he said."
Lion was listening. "That is so helpful in narrowing it down," he said
wryly. "Frats can and do pull the damndest things, sometimes as part of
initiation, sometimes just to count coup over other houses. I speak from
experience; go Sigma Xi. I remember some doozies. But..."
He scowled at the wolf and the Shepherd, which probably didn't help
their nervous. "But I don't ever recall a prank of this scale that wasn't out for
something tangible," Lion said, speculation in his voice. "Either to leave a big
mark behind that everybody sees or something to take back to the house as
trophy. Can't just have witnesses word that two frats jumped onstage with a hot
tigress and did something."
Jamati looked down at herself and all the gold on her. "Apart from
jewelry I'm not exactly a trophy-rich target," she joked. "Since that's all I've got
on me."
Yes, we noticed. "That can't be it," I muttered. "Since it's unlikely that
Wolf and Shepherd over there would escape with anything physical. The two
dogs are already gone..."
Ohhhh.
"Got it," I said quietly. "Now, nobody move. Especially don't turn around
and look at the crowd. There's a fifth fur on the team, he's likely watching us
right now, and he's not involved with any of this. So hes able to walk out in
complete safety and carry that trophy home. And I think I know what it is.
Maybe Wolf and Shepherd don't get out. There's a contingency plan for that,
probably a lawyer ready to bail them, then plea-bargain like a wildcat to
essentially get them off. What frat boy's gonna mind a few misdemeanor charges
on his record? Let me check something else."
I turned towards Wolf and Shepherd. Then pointed at the Shepherd.
"You. Brad. Answer my question. You're pre-law, or into at least second-year
law. Yes or no?"
Brad stiffened and opened his muzzle a bit. Then shut it firmly and
glared at me. Somebody wants to go for round two, I think. But I had my answer.
"I'm starting to enjoy this being right thing," I grinned to Jamati. "If
they've put legal thinking into this--seems a fair assumption--then what they did
on stage would've been serious, enough to generate charges. I speculate
something sexual since there is nobody, repeat, nobody hotter'n you around here.
Unless a cook in the restaurant sets him or herself on fire. So: how would you go
about taking a trophy home?"
"I don't know. Look around for pieces of charred apron?" Jamati giggled.
"Oh wait, you mean me."
I walked into that one, as Derrick and Lion chuckled. "Definitely hire this
meerkat. Somebody's got a camera, and not on their cell phone," Lion said
sourly. "Again. And knows enough to shield the damn thing. We don't need
sensors we need remote MRI scanners."
Derrick was talking into his wrist again. "Ops, priority job. Snap-scan th'
crowd in our immediate vicinity, then alert th' nearest snooper, get ready t' do a
grab. Cross th' entry times of th' dogs, wolf, and Shepherd with th' crowd. If
we're lucky five guys made a mistake and came in together. Think Number five
is in th' crowd, and..."
"And I think he's over there, beside the mouse fur and the pony fur
couple. Ten meters-ish," I interrupted quietly. "Bunny fur, glasses, brown fur,
pudgy. Suit looks awkward on him. I smell too much cafeteria food and a suit he
hasn't worn in a year. Student."
Derrick and Lion had their backs to the crowd. Jamati and I were facing
the crowd. I could look without looking like I was looking. Jamati did the same,
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her eyes barely moving. "Nobody's gonna give him two seconds," she said.
"Especially in here. Nerd chic if ever I've seen it. Excellent cover."
Derrick was listening to whatever was in his ear and staring at his
compslate. Then: "Bingo. Good job. We've got an eyes-on confirm as well. Got
his name...? Good. Nearest snooper, go get him. Out." Ops must be staffed with
magicians; that was fast.
Derrick looked up at me. "Was excellent cover. They goofed and came in
together. Th' bunny's our pigeon. Snooper's movin'."
"Oh please, allow me the pleasure," Jamati breathed. "They screwed my
show. If he runs I might just have to eat him."
And not waiting for permission, Jamati turned and began walking
towards the bunny. "Hey...!" Derrick said, but too late by far.
No, not walking: sashaying, her tail swaying behind her. Stalking, to be
precise. What this looked like from the front, unknown but likely impressive.
Following her, I sure knew what it looked like from the rear. Lessee now: Fox,
bunny, Dobie, lioness. And now tigress. What a night I'm having (wait, said that
already). We were going to run out of species if this kept up.
The front view had the desired effect, though. The bunny gulped as he
watched a naked gold-drenched Jamati approach. His glasses were going to fog
up soon. Then he registered me trailing her. His ears went straight up in alarm.
He began to edge away, moving backwards...
To bump into a large-breasted blonde lioness in a green miniskirt who
had just stepped out from behind a Poodle fur couple. He whirled around.
"Hi there," Karen said cheerfully. "Please stop moving. Or I'll bite you."
She smiled broadly, fangs on display. Showing great wisdom, the bunny stopped
moving.
Karen?
Her left wrist lifted, Karen spoke into the bracelet I'd seen but not
noticed. "Ops, grab is complete. The bunny is mine," she said. Then looked as
though she was listening to something (which she was). "Great. Out."
Then she looked at me. "Why, hello, handsome meerkat," Karen cooed,
her eyes twinkling. "Small world. We meet again. So this is the tigress you said
you were interested in." I could feel Jamati's surprise at that.
Set it aside for a sec. Whatever amount of real animal there is in any of
us, there was plenty of lapine in the bunny. Hed gone frozen, completely
paralyzed, almost to the point of not breathing.
Then he nearly shrieked as a clawed tiger paw clapped him on the
shoulder and turned him around. "If she doesn't bite you, I will!" Jamati snarled.
We're talking real snarl there.
Grinning lioness behind, murderous tigress in front: the bunny had
nowhere to go. His eyes fell on me.
"Don't mind me," I purred, my fangs gleaming. "I'm good with
leftovers." If we gave him a heart attack did that mean we could scavenge him?
Fortunately, that didn't happen. "M-m-miss Jamati," the bunny
stammered, not far from a heart attack. "W-w-what do you w-w-want?"
I suppose I might be stammering too. Jamati leaned in close. "You have a
camera on you," she growled. "Please hand it over. Trust me, you do not want me
to search you. In light of how you and your friends fucked up my show."
It was either backbone or bone stupidity that made the bunny straighten
up, then adjust his glasses. "I'm sorry? I, ah, have no idea w-what you're talking
about. And you can't search me..."
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A hot lioness gleefully threw her arms around the bunny's neck and
pressed herself against him in a highly affectionate way. "Oooo, but I can search
you," Karen breathed blondly, playing with his ears. "I love searching guys. Why,
you never know what you'll find. Sometimes I have to search a guy four or five
times during a night to be sure I've found everything."
I think I knew she was was going to say that. Sexiest fur woman this
bunny had ever been close to, groping away and giggling. The look of
crogglement on his face was almost enough to crack Jamati and I up, down, and
sideways.
Until Karen's left hand dipped inside the front of his jacket, and came out
holding a small and extremely high-end vid camera, not much bigger than a
regular flash card. A little fresnel lens popped up over the tiny screen on the back
so you could see what you were shooting. Definitely for covert use.
"There we are," Karen said, dropping both the blonde and the snuggling
like a stone as she stepped away from him. "Sir, we're going to have to detain
you for a while as per our authority under Georgia corporate law. You're also in
violation of Layers customer behaviour code you read and agreed to on your
first visit. Beyond any criminal charges, you personally are now subject to an
expedited civil suit which will be automatically filed electronically on Monday
morning. If you indicate that you dont have a lawyer, the Justice Reform Act of
2257 requires us to refer the suit to the Public Defenders office. I have to ask
this: are you too intoxicated to understand what I'm saying?"
The bunny closed his eyes in pain. "No, but I wish I was," he moaned.
"Shit."
Derrick and Lion had followed us. Derrick came up beside Karen, who
silently passed him the camera. "Yah, James, y' definitely are in some," Derrick
said absently, as he studied the tiny machine, then slipped it into a pocket with
his compslate. "Right up t' your ears. But if you'll answer a question Ah think we
can excavate you t' maybe your waist. That might save your tail when your
university deals with you; sorry, but th' suit still likely has t' happen. If you'll
trust mah word Ah promise not to say y' talked. Unfortunately Ah can't protect
your friends. They're in shit so deep they might wanna think about a mining
career. What d' you think?"
Whoa. Something tells me I'd better pay considerable attention during
training. The skill level in operation around here was formidable. Whether we
were talking raccoons or lionesses (Karen?).
The bunny sighed. "Damn. My brother said stay away from that
fraternity. Buncha pervs. Being warned makes this suck even more. I'm outta
there, tomorrow morning 9:00AM sharp. Bury my muzzle back in a comp-sci
department keyboard so deep they'll never find me. Whatever happens to those
twisted doofuses, the worse the better. What do you want to know?"
"What exactly were they going to do to Jamati when they got on stage?
That you were going to record?" I said, then looked at Derrick. Only question
that mattered. Derrick nodded approvingly.
James drew a breath. And looked straight at Jamati. Who glared back at
him. "Damn," he whispered. "Miss Jamati, I... I cannot say that straight to your
face. I'm sorry, I am really sorry, and ashamed, about this mess, and I... I don't
want to make it worse. Okay? All I'll say is this: check under their pants. And it'll
be completely clear."
I snapped my fingers. "Right. The Shepherd. One point during the fight
he moved a little funny. Enough that I noticed anyway." I looked at Karen. "How
are you at searching inside of pants?" I joked.
"Oooo. My favourite," Karen squealed. "'S usually where I search first."
"To think I hid the stupid thing in my jacket," James murmured, with
something of a wry smile.
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That cut through Jamati's glower a little as the rest of us chuckled. James
looked anxiously at Derrick. "Will that do?" he asked.
Derrick pondered. Then answered. "Enough. Tells us how t' find out and
that'll do. Larry, get him t' an office and start takin' statement an' get th' processin'
goin'. May be talkin' cops for th' other two but this one c'n skip that, Ah think.
Special note: no way he meets or sees any of th' others. Evidence issue. Could
also let us play a psych card on th two dogs t' close net on Wolf and Shepherd.
Cops like presents with nice tidy bows on 'em. Ah should know, Ah was one.
Meet you in an hour-ish t' plan that."
The Lion (Larry) nodded, then took James by the arm and began to lead
him away. Derrick looked around. We'd attracted as interested a crowd as back at
the stage.
"And since this place is supposed t' be a dance club, let's turn th' keys and
restart th' propellers," Derrick said, and spoke into his wrist again. "Ops, tell th'
DJs th' security alert is down. Everybody back t' boozin' and dancin'... Yeah, Ah
know, quite a show while it lasted. Meerkats do seem t' be good for
entertainment value. We'll stick t' naked beautiful tigresses, thank you. Less work
for us Out."
Even as he spoke the lights started going down. The dance music began
to rise in thumpa-thumpa volume again, and our crowd began to drift away.
"Next step, let's get Wolf and Shepherd outta here t' somewhere private," Derrick
said briskly, clapping his hands together. "Then we pretend we see somethin'
under their pants, then rip em off and see more."
"Oh boy. I love this job," Karen said hungrily. She looked at me. "I really
am a teacher. By day. Stumbled into snooper work when I creamed this horse
who was hassling a cute deer fur, then got recruited by a raccoon. Sound
familiar? Tonight was supposed to be off duty." She reached up and tapped a
pretty ear meaningfully. "Although for security folk there's really no such thing.
Oh well. No rest for the wicked."
"Now we wouldn't know anybody wicked around here, would we?"
Jamati giggled, then ran her tongue around her muzzle. She winked at Karen.
Ye gods. Does that read the way I think that reads?
Barely, I saw Karen's muzzle open a bit as her eyes widened. Then she
went deadpan sober. "Oh no, no, no. Not around here," she said gravely. "I'm
sure we're all just as pure as the driven snow. Or we were the last time we
checked. Very thoroughly, as I recall." Then spoiled the deadpan as a bit of pink
tongue slipped over her lips.
A veeery important question about Jamati would appear to have just been
answered.
"Uh huh," Derrick said dryly. "Ah could say somethin' about snow jobs
but Ah won't. Work, people, work. Then play. In th' snow or otherwise. Don't
make me crack th' whip heah." He turned and began walking back towards the
stage.
"Oh no, we wouldn't want him to do that," I murmured as we followed
him, Jamati on my right and Karen on my left. "Why, you never know, we might
actually come to enjoy it."
"You haven't met the Chief of Security yet, have you?" Karen smiled.
"She's out of town on vacation for a week. Ex-military, former colonel from
Germany. Lioness milf, actually. Ve haff vays to make you purr."
"Splendid. What kind of army am I getting into here? Eyes front, soldier.
And uniform off and nipples out. If they're drooling at you they can't shoot
straight."
"I can do that," Jamati giggled, then squared her shoulders to make
breasts and nipples come to attention as she walked. All together now: drool.
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And with the nipple jewelry, jingle. Combine that with a light step that was
nothing like marching. This tigress moved so well.
"Damn, Jamati, I wish I had your dance skills," Karen sighed as we
walked. "Although the Board of Ed might have something to say about that the
first time I used 'em in public."
"Such as, 'Yeow, take it all off, lion girl,' maybe?" I grinned. "Gotta keep
your student's attention somehow."
"More than few of the more hormone-addled boys are thinking precisely
that. I can tell. And a few girls. If I wrote on my ass instead of on the blackboard
I might get better teaching results." Then to Jamati: "Handsome meerkat and I
crossed paths in some dancing an hour or so back. You were wondering."
"So I was," Jamati murmured.
Karen bumped me with her hip. "Nothing wrong with, ah, his dance
skills, I can assure you," she purred mischievously. "I promise, you'll be
surprised."
Don't have a heart attack, don't have a heart attack, don't have a heart
attack. I looked at Jamati to find an equally mischievous look on her face. It
vanished, replaced by neutral. But those deep green eyes were looking right
through me.
"Maybe," Jamati said coolly, then smiled faintly. "We'll just have to see
what we'll see, won't we?"
That was good for a meaningful gleep; about a strength five. But covered
it. "At the moment that's all of you," I joked weakly. We were coming up on the
stage. Wolf was sitting down with his head in his hands, Big Raccoon looming
over him. Brad was trying to out-stare Horse. And losing.
"I don't get paid for putting clothes on, you know," Jamati giggled. Then
her voice lowered, the mischievous back. "State secret: Dancing is a helluva turnon for me. I may be addicted. I like what I see in people's eyes when they see me
nude. Goodie, 'cause I like being nude. As for what you see, artist meerkat, I
really like that."
"Watched you dance enough. You're a pleasure to draw. Well, orange 'n
black stripes, actually a bitch to draw. But we'll talk about that later. Curtain's
going up on the next act." Derrick had approached Horse, who pulled on the
Shepherd's arm to get him away from the wolf.
Jamati noted Karen's puzzlement. She nudged me. "The art. Show her."
Then added to Karen: "Turns out he's an artist. Surprise. You're about to get
one."
Out came the pages again. Karen took them, unfolded...
And stopped dead in her tracks. I stopped too. Jamati kept going. She
went to stand beside Derrick and revived her glaring towards the Shepherd.
Astonished, thy name is lioness. Karen shook her head, then shuffled
paper and looked at picture #2. "Mrrrr," she murmured under her breath. "Oh
wow, now doesn't that call up good memories."
Oh wow, now doesn't that call up a huge buncha stuff to draw. "From the
bit of lioness-tigress flirting back there, think I can guess how good," I said, not
quite keeping the envy out of my voice.
Karen's eyes flicked up to meet mine. "Yes, Jamati and I had a very nice
fling a year back. She's more monogamous than me so it wasn't a perfect fit. Still,
we parted as much good friends as when we started. You'll learn that there are a
number of other folks here who can say the same. But then Layers is the focal
point for pretty much everybody's sex life. Welcome to the club, Kylah. Gotta
admit, you're making a good first impression on everyone."
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She looked at the art. "Although if these make it into the comp network
productivity around here could take a sharp dip from everybody just staring at the
screen. You really are serious about her."
I swallowed hard. "To quote a tigress, maybe," I whispered. "Where do
you think the art's coming from, out of a Corn Flakes box? I'm pretty much in
control enough here to keep from making a fool of myself. I hope. Leastwise I
swore that to Derrick. We'll just have to see what we'll see, huh? I'm hanging
onto that line with all claws dug in. And then the funny raccoon turns around and
offers to hire me."
Karen tapped her ear. "Yeah, I heard," she smiled. "You're the talk of the
comm net tonight. And struck on our star tigress. I won't tell if you won't tell."
"Thank you, that's very helpful," I muttered, looking over at Jamati.
"Although that particular state secret isn't going to stay one for long. If she's as
much the nudist as she said I can't hold back the drooling forever. Do they sell
orange 'n black ink by the tanker-load? I may need to place an order."
"Art isn't the only reason you're here tonight," Karen said archly, then
folded the pictures up and handed them back.
"Yah, but it'll do to keep me out of trouble for a while," I sighed as I slid
the art back into hiding. It was getting a workout tonight. "Or at least until I can
think of something constructive. I'm leaning towards just blurting out a certain
fact that definitely can't stay secret for long. Let the chips--or G-strings--fall
where they may."
"Ah yes: that state secret. So now I know what I'd find if I searched
you," Karen giggled. "Drat. Takes all the fun out of it. If you're in trouble, call
me. Seriously. But I have reason to believe you'll not have quite the trouble you
think."
Okay, now really what was that about? Twice now, hints about Jamati
that might ordinarily raise my optimism level, but actually just amounted to
statements that there was something I didn't know about her. Something
important. All right: what? Somebody did this again I was going grab them by
the throat and squeeze until they blabbed.
Which I couldn't do to Karen because she'd turned to walk over to Jamati
and Derrick, and I realized that everybody was waiting for me. I hustled and
arrived just as Derrick was about to stop waiting.
"Th' art did it again, huh?" Derrick grinned. "Y' know, we give that stuff
to th' DJs, they could scan it, plug it into th' system, and project it onto th' ceiling.
Wonder what would happen then, hmmm?"
I smiled. "A lot of sprained necks, most likely. And drooling. Then a lot
of hurt tails from the slippery floor. Sorry boss, guess I just don't know my own
strength."
"They do," Jamati snickered. With a thumb towards Wolf and Shepherd.
Big Raccoon and Horse were leading them towards the far side of the main stage
and a door with a glowing-red exit sign above it. They went through.
Then Jamati froze, her thumb still in the air. "Derrick?" she said, a
wondering tone in her voice. "You been taking smart pills or something? 'Cause
that is looong way from a dumb idea, in my opinion. Run that past the marketing
department and they might just have a collective orgasm on the spot. In light of
how good Kyle's art is. And exclusive, repeat, exclusive to Layers."
Jamati focused on me. "Kyle, I am dead serious here. If you really like
drawing naked beautiful fur girls in naughty poses, trust me, we can find you
some volunteers. Shall I bet that you've got more art of me? That doesn't show
me arranging flowers. Bring it on. If it can make Helena, our mouse fur artistic
director, cream in her panties then on the ceiling it goes, I say. Followed by a
loud Ka-ching."
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