Cat Fancy

"You think we'll actually get paid on this job, man?" Jamie nudged Aaron out of his way with one sharp elbow.

"Ow, Jesus." Aaron rubbed his ribs, resisting the urge to pop Jamie one right on the ass. "I think so. Cole is a stand-up guy, even if he is a tomcat."

"Oh, from what I hear, he's all taken and shit now."

"Too bad." Aaron added a grin that Jamie knew and loved, mischievous and a little horny. "We could have played."

"Shee-it." Aaron shook his head, letting Jamie knock on the door of the Cat House. The club was locked up and looked a little sad at this time of day. "He's too much man for both of us combined. Now, from what I hear, he's got a pretty partner."

"Right. Business partner, you mean. She's supposed to be here." Jamie checked his watch. "Yeah?"

"Yep."

The door opened just about the time Jamie was going to get impatient, the line of his shoulders tensing up. Aaron was a little lost in contemplating the nape of Jamie's neck, right where the black hairline and the rise of shoulders met, so he missed what must have been dramatic posing.

He just looked up in time to see the effect.

Cole's business partner was a pretty lady. She was a little on what his momma would call the trashy side, with a tight pink bustier and big old hair, but she was kind of adorable. Not to mention the fact that she had amazing boobs.

"Hey, there. Are you, um, Layla?" Jamie was squinting at the card he'd written the information down on, and Aaron knew it wasn't bad eyesight, just bad handwriting.

"I am. Aren't you boys cute? Come on in, and I'll show you what I want done." She turned, and her hips swung when she walked like she was doing some kind of fancy cha-cha.

Lord. At least they'd have something good to look at on this job. Besides each other.

"Um. What exactly did you want us to do, ma'am?" Aaron finally asked, pulling out his metal clipboard. He had a little estimate form that he'd made up. Jamie laughed at him, but Aaron thought it made them look more like professionals and less like a couple of yahoos.

"Through here."

The place was a crazy mix of cat toy and sophisticated club. There were mirror balls and pink and green fabric, set against one of the prettiest antique wooden bars he'd ever seen. Aaron knew his wood.

She led them to the far end of the main room of the club. "I want to do something back here. New booths, some interesting architectural features. Something really fun."

Her arms waved when she talked, which made her tits bounce. Aaron glanced at Jamie, who was watching, fascinated. He pinched Jamie's butt, just to get him back in the game.

"Eep. We can sure do that. We'll have to work with you for a bit, make sure we have a clear idea of what you want us to mock up."

Oh, good answer. He might never have been able to come up with that. He would have looked at her and gone, "Uh..." Or maybe he would have drooled. She was really kind of hot. She got hotter the longer he looked. There was something in the way she stood, something almost dangerous, like there was way more to her than met the eye.

Aaron loved that. It was like Jamie. The guy put a lot of thought into things before he spoke, which made people think he was slow. Far from it. The man was smart as a whip.

"I like the idea of working closely with you two." She winked, her eyelashes so long he would have thought they were fake, except they didn't smell fake. He had a pretty sensitive sniffer.

"Yeah? Well, good." Jamie was blushing. That was cute as all hell.

"I have no doubt that you boys could make it good." Her painted fingernails wiggled at them, making them glance at each other and grin.

"Lady," Jamie said, moving close enough to her that Aaron could hardly see daylight between them. "You have no idea."

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