Tale of a Pup: Part Time at Retail

[Isabelle]

The curtain at the end of the runway flew open and the crowd of men go absolutely nuts. As the fog cleared the three silhouettes became visible, and her jaw dropped. She could feel the blood immediately rushing to her face.

Three girls stood there in sexy lingerie, two of them were bunnies, one milk white the other was brown, but in the middle, in lacy white underwear and gloves, was Rosie.

“Rosie?!?!” She Cried out, but her voice drowned in the sea of cat calls.

The three began to strut across the runway. Rosie’s gaze was fixed on Isabelle, that sly “come hither” stare was enough to make Isabelle start to sweating.

The pack break off. The two bunnies gave their attention to the crowds on each side, but the blue cat never broke her path, she kept approaching the dog, who was red as a tomato by now.

Just before reaching Izzy, she grabbed onto the pole nearest to the seat and started to spin, continually looking at her to signify who it was for. In a feat of flexibility and athleticism, she managed to flip herself midspin, hanging upside on the pole. She shot izzy a mischievous grin.

She slid back down from the pole and approached the nervous pup slowly.

Isabelle was so conflicted; on one angle, this was Rosie she was watching, this was the bubbly ray of sunshine that was always there to brighten the day! And now she was doing a dance for her for money. Love and lust are not things to be bought! She knew this! She raised to know this! And the very thing she was always afraid she’d wind up doing out of desperation was now her friend’s fate! In her head, this was wrong is so many ways.

But at the same time, it was difficult to resist looking away. She was rubbing her legs together, not sure what to do with the pent up… um… energy.

But little did she know, it was going to get a whole lot worse.

Rosie climbed into Isabelle’s lap, the smell of lavender perfume mixed with whatever alcohol she was having that night was intoxicating. She wrapped her paws around her as she waved her body, hovering over the already in heat dog.

“Rosie...” She said, looking into the cat’s eyes.

But then she flipped over and laid herself gently into the seat of Isabelle’s floral summer dress, rubbing her tush against her lap. The warmth of her body felt so good, she started to hyperventilate again. She didn’t even realize anymore that she we was essentially receiving a lap dance from the girl she was trying to save from having to do things like this.

But, as she was flipping over to dance in front of her, she misplaced a knee and slipped, toppling out of the chair and onto the floor in front of her.

The music stops. The people in the crowd and even the other performers were looking around to see what had occurred to halt the show, and then all eyes were on the blue cat on the floor, who moaned in pain.

“Rosie! Are you okay?” She cried out?

“Yah, elk bey fiiiine.” She said in response as she attempted to push herself up to a sitting position.

Suddenly, a man in jeans and a white tank appeared from Isabelle’s left and suddenly kicked Rosie in the side with his large boot, causing her to topple down mini-flight of stairs.

“How dare you get drunk on the job again! You useless feline!”

“What are you doing?” Yelled out Isabelle, not even looking away at Rosie who was still lying on the ground, just moaning in pain.

The man turned to the dog and bowed.

“I apologize, we can get you another girl if you want.” His expression rapidly changed back to disgust as he turned back to Rosie. “I want her out of here! And I don’t want her to come back until she learns some restraint!”

Two large men in security t-shirts show up and grab Rosie by the arms and drag her out the front door.

“Rosie!” Cried out Isabelle.

She leapt out of her seat and ran for the door, scooching passed the two guards as they were returning inside.

By the time she was outside, she didn’t see the cat on the ground, she was already on her feet, walking aimlessly down the road, painfully holding the bruise that was caused by the kick. She was wandering so slow, it didn’t take long for Isabelle to catch up and wrap an arm around her.

“Come on Rosie, let’s get you somewhere safe.”

“Who-who ish this?” Asked the blue cat.

“It’s Isabelle, you remember me right?”

Rosie processed for a moment, before her face flashed for a second of clarity, before returning to a sickened dizzy state.

“Ishabelle? That really… yooooouuuu?” She said as she nearly toppled over walking.



Isabelle wound up carrying her all the way to her hotel. She could only imagine how much an ungodly hour it was when she finally arrived there, she honestly never check. She managed to get a bucket from the staff and went up to her suite where she lay the poor kitty down on the waterbed.

“Ishabelle, I always thought yous was cute!” Said Rosie.

“That’s nice.” Said Isabelle. She knew from her days of accounting in strip joints that you should really take what’s said while drunk with a grain of salt.

“Ishabelle, fuck me! Fuck me hard!” She cried out, rubbing her legs together in excitement as a grin spread across her face.

She ignored the offer and rolled Rosie onto her belly, laying her head off to the side of the bed. She placed the bucket on the floor below her face.

“Ahhh, thatsh da good shtuff.” She said randomly. Amazingly, the cat conked out from there.

With her friend safe and sound, Isabelle covered her up in a blanket. Then she took to the bathroom, to um… release the pent up energy from earlier that night.