[b]Uber Carry Part 17 – Outsourced[/b]


With a bad case of restless leg syndrome, Limon sat on the couch in the anteroom to Hollard's office. The Rottweiler actually went through with his scheme to keep the fox in suspense over who his new potential taskmaster would be. A fact that had kept Limon on edge for the past few days in particular. Today, though, was the day he'd finally meet the guy, for better or worse. All he could do now, was wait. Which was what Limon had been doing for the past... well fuck, it's already been over an hour!

When his boss's office's doors eventually opened, the small fennec immediately shot up from his seat, huge ears perked. Though the disappointment was obvious on his face, when only Perry came out. The soft-footed tabby cat closed the door behind himself and headed for the exit, though Limon quickly blocked his way. "Alright, what's going on in there? Who is with Hollard?" he demanded to know.

Perry faltered in front of the smaller fox, but eventually he simply said, "I-I'm not supposed to talk with you. Like... at all..."

"Well, you already failed with that, so you might as well spit it out," Limon pressed, staring the taller guy down. "Hollard doesn't even have to know. Just tell me who's in there. A name would be enough."

"He said I..." Unable to withstand the insistent fox, Perry backed down a step. "I can't!"

Reducing the distance between them again by coming a menacing step closer, Limon growled under his breath, "You're aware I'm like the third, maybe even second most important person in this company, right?!"

Tucking his long, sleek tail, Perry fixed his eyes on the door behind his opponent. "I'm... s-sorry, I... GOTTA GO!" In a flash the agile cat jumped around the evil fox and dashed for the exit. Limon tried to stop him, but the cat was fast. Already half through the door, Perry turned to the fennec and briefly informed him that, "Mr. Hollard will call you in soon," before he swiftly disappeared.

"Nrg-fuck!" Limon growled, checking the clock again. How long was he supposed to stay at attention here?! "I didn't even have a chance to prepare for this interview!" he groused at himself. This stunt really wasn't fair. How was he supposed to go in there and present himself with nothing on his paws?! If only he'd know who this guy was, or at least what job he was offering. "Ah, fuck it! Might as well crash the party..." he muttered and eventually waltzed straight into Hollard's office.

The conversation that was going on inside fell silent and the Rottweiler, situated behind his desk as usual, shot the intruding fox an annoyed glance. "Looks like his curiosity finally got the better of him," the dog said to his opposite.

"Just wanted to make sure you're only spilling the good things about... me..." Limon meant to counter wittily, but trailed off when he spotted a set of two black, round ears with a white blotch on them turn towards him. The fox swallowed, his determined steps slowing down to a shuffle. "I, uh..."

"What makes you think you've been the subject of our conversation?" Hollard asked with a smirk as his guest finally turned around to look at the new arrival.

Limon found a pair of sharp, pale yellow eyes settle on himself, while he stared into the large, striped face of the person he had been looking forward to meet for the past three weeks. It was a tiger! Not just any tiger, though. "Nolan Reed..." Limon stammered in awe.

The large tiger's chiseled jowls twisted into a warm, but astute smile. "You know me already?"

Slowly digesting the initial shock that his meetup wasn't only a fucking tiger, but also THE Nolan Reed, Limon swallowed again and picked up his pace to approach the two men. "Naturally!" the fox responded a bit more tense than he meant to. Nolan Reed was the CEO of Green Bit Capital, one of the largest and wealthiest investment companies in the city. Far larger and wealthier than Hollard Inc.! He was a self-made millionaire, turned a loan into a little fortune, then hit it big on the stock exchange and today thrones upon a financial empire. An empire with a slogan: 'Investing for a green world, bit by bit!', you've probably heard it on TV. Pretty much everyone in a two hundred mile radius, who works even remotely with other people's money, knows his name and company. There even was an article about him in the Furbes Magazine once. "It's hard not to know you, in our line of work," Limon added a bit more confidently as he arrived in front of the tiger. God, this guy was seriously huge! "The name is Limon, nice to meet you, Mr. Reed!" he introduced himself, offering his tiny hand to the big cat.

"My pleasure!" the man responded and took Limon's hand into his own. The size difference between the two unlike species was so crass, that it almost might have been more adequate for the fox to shake Mr. Reed's pinky! Suffice to say the tiger had a firm handshake. And he held it much longer than necessary with Limon as he sized the little fennec up and down. "You've been right," he eventually said into Hollard's direction. "He is cute!"

The slight blush in his ears let Limon forget about the pain in his crushed hand. Though it also let him forget about his countenance for a moment, as he stared up at the magnificent tiger. The guy was tall, bulky, powerful. A real big cat clad in a dense, well-kempt coat of orange and white fur, peppered with a unique pattern of black stripes. The gray business suit that covered up most of it was almost a shame!

"He is to your liking then?" Hollard asked, straight over the fennec's head.

Nolan gave the fox another quick glance over, before he finally released Limon's hand. His eyes were sharp, curious, vigilant... the natural stare of a predator. Though they were also tame, missing a certain craving, the fox had expected to find. Maybe just the skilled poker face of a cunning man? "...indeed," the tiger eventually said with a little smirk. "I'd very much like to associate with him further, to see whether he'd be in line for the position. Or if he would be interested at all."

Seeing his chance to butt into the conversation again, Limon crossed his arms defiantly, though played the gesture down with a cocky chuckle. "You do realize that 'he' is standing right beside you, right?" he said to the two men, looking up at them like the easily ignorable fox that he was.

Mr. Reed chuckled sympathetically. "Oh, how uncourtly of me. I did not mean to offend."

Limon was about to say something, but the Rottweiler beat him to it, proving that he didn't heed the fennec's complaint at all. "I guess I can take my leave then," Hollard announced, scooting back from his desk to stand. "I was looking forward to leave early anyway. You can stay in my office as long as you need, Limon will shut the place down later."

"Very kind of you," the feline noted, nodding obliged.

Though Limon was a bit bewildered. "You're leaving?" he asked, unsure what that meant. Leaving him alone with someone he barely knew at all, let alone someone he just met for the first time, was unusual for Hollard. With a tiger six times larger than himself, nonetheless! Sure, Nolan Reed was a reputable man, but you never knew what could happen behind closed doors with these rich snobs. Limon was just a tiny fox, after all! "I actually thought you'd be around. While we talk business, at least."

"Why would I?" the canine waved off, throwing on his jacket. "This is a thing between you and Reed, I'd just be the fifth wheel. You can handle yourself."

"...of course," the fox said after a moment, trying to sound confident.

With a chuckle, the tiger stood as well. "Don't worry, I won't bite!" he promised Limon with a toothy smirk, then went over to shake the dog's hand. "It was good seeing you again, James!"

While the two made their farewells, Limon stood there a bit awkwardly. He still didn't know exactly why Nolan Reed was here, or what he wanted from him. He was thrust into this completely unprepared, which Limon hated, and now he would have to get through this on his own as well. Hollard would get a piece of his mind tomorrow!

Eventually the dog left and Limon was alone with the tiger. With a weak smile he looked up at the now standing man and gulped. Fuck, this guy was seriously huge! With Hollard, his eyes were at least on level with the dog's belly (the lower edge of it, but still). But next to this hunk of a tiger, Limon didn't even reach up to Nolan's hips!

"Let's, uh... Why don't we head over to the couch?" Limon suggested, pointing towards the sitting area by the windows. It was already dark outside. To break the ice a bit, the fox added, "I don't even know why Hollard has it, he barely makes use of it. He's too fond of his desk for some reason. Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'm good, thanks," the cat said as he took the offered seat. The expensive upholstery groaned under the weight settling on it. "You don't mind if I take this off, do you?" he asked, tugging on his gray suit coat. "Let's not be too stuffy here, yeah? I much prefer a comfortable atmosphere."

The fox only shook his head. He probably should have said something, but the prospect of getting even more tiger to ogle at was too distracting. Before long Limon could marvel at the feline's bulky, yet lithesome body that moved beneath a thin, white silk shirt. "So, uh... The way I understand it you're here to offer some kind of job to me, Mr. Reed?" Limon asked, taking a seat on the couch opposite of the cat.

"Like a bull at a gate," the tiger chuckled amused.

With a faint laugh, Limon countered, "Heh, it's not my fault if Hollard didn't warn you!"

"Oh, he did!" Nolan assured him, much to the fennec's worry. "But yes, I'd like to discuss a possible position for you. It might be a bit unusual, but I've been told you're quite adaptable."

"I'm doing my best," he said flatly, thoughts already back at the burning question he'd been gnawing at for days now. A question he could finally ask with an actual chance to receive a proper answer now, "What, eh... what kind of position would that be exactly?"

The tiger mused for a moment, rubbing his thick, white chin. "You're the head of the accountant department here, right? James has filled me in already about your usual area of operations and experience. And of course I did a little research on my own as well. Your résumé is rather impressive!"

"Why thank you!" Limon said, genuinely flattered at the upfront compliment from such a tycoon. Though the fact that the tiger had looked him up was a bit unsettling. Reed was definitely better prepared for this than Limon. "As said, I'm doing my best."

"Say, how much capital do you manage usually? James said, you're handling quite a few key accounts personally. What's your biggest fish?"

Limon fidgeted a bit at the rather direct question. This was actually sensitive information he shouldn't be too revealing with. Especially considering Hollard might not have given out these details either. Then again, the dog purposefully kept him from preparing properly for this interview. And actually no sum Limon gave, whether true or false, could possibly impress, or fool the tiger anyway, so he eventually went with some actual numbers. "Well, Hollard Inc. requires a minimum capital investment of fifty thousand, that's where I started. Today, customer assets that I manage personally generally amount to ten million, or more. The biggest individual investments, I'm supervising, range roughly between twenty and thirty five million."

Nolan accepted the answer with nothing more than a nod, before he continued to ask, "And your risk appetite?"

That one was easy to answer. "I'm sure the company's focus areas must be known to you already. Medium risk, steady profit, mostly long-term holdings and estate management."

The tiger grinned as he looked Limon in the eyes. "Indeed. But I didn't ask about your company's risk appetite!" Swishing his long, sleek, striped tail on the sofa, Nolan let the renewed question linger for a moment, though didn't wait long enough for Limon to answer. "I'm looking for someone to manage a particular investment project that I'm currently setting up. High profit, high risk."

Limon let that sink in for a moment. He knew this wouldn't be an ordinary job and, honestly, the details were still a bit vague, but if Reed already introduced the prospect like this... "I see..." the fox murmured, slowly unraveling the actual nature of this job. It had been suspicious from the start for Reed to hire an external service for this. He surely had the capacity and resources to pull this off in-house. "You want me as a scapegoat?" Limon assumed, letting his thoughts run free. "In case of success, you can carry off the laurels, but if this thing fails, you put the blame on me."

The tiger said nothing to the accusation. He just sat there, smiling, swishing his tail. Eventually he simply went on with, "Your pay would correspond directly with how well you perform, in addition to an appropriate risk premium."

Money wasn't really the selling point here, though. Not with an aggravated risk and Limon's safe and already well paying position at Hollard Inc. anyways. The real bait was to land a giant success under Nolan Reed's name. A guaranteed career boost!

Still signaling interest despite the prospect of such a thankless task, Limon returned the question from earlier, "And what's the investment volume we're talking about here?" Best to know just how high the risk on this job really was.

"One hundred twenty million Dollar," the tiger stated casually.

The little fennec swallowed, then let out a flabbergasted, "Pfff." That was a lot of money. Of course it was, Nolan Reed wouldn't bother himself over peanuts! This was indeed a chance for a huge career jump for an accountant fox like Limon, but the potential fall was deep. And not just in a financial way. "I'm... not sure I'm the right one to take on such a job," Limon eventually admitted. "I mean, it's not that I wouldn't be up for it, but... If I botch this, my career might be over!"

"Really?" Nolan asked and, quite noticeably, let his gaze wander through the office he sat in.

It took Limon a second to catch up, but eventually he did. He was still working for Hollard and would  continue to do so for the time being. The job at Green Bit wouldn't be a permanent position, so if worst came to worst Hollard Inc. would be his safety net. Failing this project would be a huge bump in his path, one that would weigh upon his résumé for quite a while, maybe cost him a few chances. But with Hollard's backing, he could overcome it eventually. And that's only when he really blew this job hard!

"I would be supervised, I take it?" Limon asked, hoping for a bit of reassurance. "By you possibly, considering you're hiring a newcomer for this?"

Leisurely the tiger put his leg up on his knee, revealing his large, bare sole's enormous pads for the fox to see. "Well, we would confer on the matter, occasionally, of course. But I don't have the time to look over your shoulder all the time. If I did, I wouldn't have to hire you in the first place."

"What assets are we talking about, anyway?" Limon asked next. "What's so risky about this job?"

The tiger's grin widened. "JSRS."

The fennec blinked. "But that's..." The gears in his head worked hard to recall anything he knew about the stock. JSRS was neither high risk, nor high profit. Especially not the later. Actually there wasn't much reason to bother with it at all. Certainly not with over a hundred million Dollar. That's mad! JSRS is considered dead capital. "I don't really see why--" Limon trailed of when the tiger's true intentions finally revealed themselves to him. "You WANT this project to flop!" he assumed.

Pleased, Mr. Reed chuckled at the fox's realization. "I see, you're getting the right idea now. I actually wouldn't have seriously considered you for this position, if you didn't figure this out."

"You want to short JSRS?" Now it all made sense. The insane amount of money involved. Mr. Reed's personal interest in the matter. Hiring a nameless outsider. The lasting connection to Hollard Inc. The high financial risk Limon would have to bear.

With a grin, Nolan asked, "Are you interested?"

"Well, yes," Limon said, ears perked excitedly. "I mean, I'd really need the chance to prepare a bit more before I could give you a definitive answer, but yes, I'm very interested to work with you on this!"

"Splendid!" the tiger cheered, his long, striped tail slapping the couch beside him like a living whip. "We can go over the details later, but first... there's something else I want to discuss with you" Sitting up a bit more straight now, Nolan wet his lips before he went on. "Assuming you accept this job, I would prefer you to work over at Green Bit, despite your subsisting ties with Hollard. You'd supervise the JSRS dealings yourself, but... I very much intent to work close together with you on a different matter, should you be inclined."

Listening intently to the tiger, Limon cleared his throat before he spoke. He tried to pick his words wisely, "I... could definitely imagine myself to... work on a more personal level with you, Mr. Reed." And how Limon could imagine that! Truth be told, since the beginning of their conversation he'd imagined the tiger to shed more than just his jacket a few times already.

"Do you mind being choked?"

Limon usually wasn't this easily allured, but his good looks and sympathetic attitude aside, this guy was a... "Uh, what?" the fox blinked surprised, fearing he might have misheard.

"Choking," Nolan repeated. "Would you mind being choked?"

"I, erm..." Wow – talking about going like a bull at a gate! What kind of question even was that?! All of a sudden the friendly business tiger with the tame stare appeared a lot more frightening. "I mean, its..." Feverishly Limon tried to come up with an answer, since Nolan made no move to fill the silence his question had left behind. He didn't want to give him an outright yes, but he also didn't want to decline right away. "Y-you will understand that there's a certain... difference between us. In size and... strength..."

The tiger smiled warmly. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" he assured the hesitant fox. Then his thick, muscled arm came forth a bit, fingers and thumb of his large hand forming a C, like he was holding an invisible bottle. "Do you want to give it a try?"

The tiny fennec's heart skipped a beat. "R-right now...?" By night? In a mostly deserted office building? In one of the most segregated rooms available? With a hulking tiger?!

"Sure," Nolan encouraged. "Let me get a feeling for you."

Unsettled Limon stared at the invitingly open palm. Those big supple pads looked so... pacific. Gentle and tempting, surrounded by a crown of black and white fur. But those plum fingers didn't hide their strength. This was a tiger, after all! Shit, this man could break Limon's neck and wouldn't even break a sweat! Every of his senses told Limon not to stick his neck into this steel trap.

And yet the lightheaded fennec felt his butt scoot off the couch and his paws land on the ground. Carefully he crept towards the sitting tiger, his eyes fixed on the open hand. Limon swallowed, already fearing how much this would hurt, imagining the horrible feeling of not being able to breath, knowing that only someone else could grant him air again. Cautiously Limon peered up into Nolan's face, expecting the lurking hand to seize the chance, spring forward and strangle him. But the tiger just looked back down at him, calm and intrigued, his hand patiently lying in wait.

Eventually Limon felt the fleshy, warm pads press against his neck. Or rather, his neck press against those pads. It felt... nice even, the way those big, strong fingers gently curled around his neck, encircled it with a cozy heat. "Ghrlck!" Then the trap snapped shut. All of a sudden Limon found his neck stuck in a fuzzy vice, his windpipe crushed against Nolan's main pad, while his fingers dug into the back of his neck. "Hrmmphf!" Limon tried to suck in air, but nothing came. He tried to exhale, but the exit was likewise blocked. "Kchht...!"

With a faint smile, Nolan simply held the fox. He didn't even had to clench particularly hard!

Meanwhile, Limon began to feel the building strain in his lungs. His head turned hot and he could hear his own pulse beat faster and faster in his large ears. "Mrrfff!" When the sensation finally became too much to bear with a (somewhat) straight face, the fox grabbed Nolan's wrist. Fuck, he couldn't even encompass it with both hands! "Ghmf-hrmmg..." When his strength began to fade and his vision blurred, Limon dropped to his knees. The tiger's hand went down with him, still squeezing his throat. Was it a mistake to trust this guy, after all? "Nrgfff!" The fading colors before his eyes certainly suggested it. Desperately Limon's tiny paws scrambled over the tiger's hand, grabbed his thick fingers and tried to pull them away. He didn't have a fucking chance!

"Ghu-HUUUUPHF...!"

And then the iron grip finally released the gasping fox. Inhaling frantically, Limon dropped to the floor in front of the tiger. Slowly his heartbeat retreated back into his chest where it belonged, while his fuzzy eyes cleared.

"You alright?" Nolan asked with a slight chuckle.

Carefully Limon clutched his abused throat and – much to his surprise – found the pain more than bearable, considering he almost passed out. On a second note, he also didn't have to cough all that much either. Apparently Nolan wasn't lying when he said that he knew what he was doing. "Urgh... y-yeah" Limon wheezed, not bothering yet to get back up. He actually found it oddly pertinently to kneel before this tiger. "That was... intense..."

"You did good, though," Nolan complimented, giving the fox some space and time to catch his breath. He observed Limon closely while he did, and he rather enjoyed what he was seeing. This little, yellow fox was really adorable. Petite and delicate, but witty and with some temper. Daring, too, considering he didn't hesitate for long before he put his head in the noose. "If you're going to work with me," the tiger eventually spoke again, "you will encounter more such... differences between us, as you described it. Considering my feline nature, one of the things you'd have to put up with are my claws!" Nolan explained to the hunched guy in front of him. "Can you bear with that, Limon?"

"Yes, I guess I ca-Argh!" Before he could even finish the sentence, Limon felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder when a row of four very pointy tiger claws penetrated his shirt and skin. He swallowed the pain down, breathed in and out once, then twice. "I-I think I can handle this, yes, Mr. Reed." Though his stress test wasn't quite over yet. "Agh... Ahiiirgh!"

With ease Nolan drove his razor sharp claws deeper into the fox's supple flesh, up to the point where he felt it stiffen when Limon's body tensed in resistance. "Is this too much for you already?" the tiger asked calmly, while he maintained the grip.

"Gha! Uhff..." The fennec groaned on his knees, his wide eyes trained on a spot on the ground between the cat's large, perfect paws. This hurt like fuck! But Limon was not a wimp. And he wanted to proof it to Nolan, and also himself, so he said nothing. If serving a tiger meant to endure its claws, so be it. You can't play with fire and expect not to get burned. "Ah~ Hahh-GYARGH!" And Limon burned himself bad this time! Again the tiger tightened his grip, forcing his curved claws even deeper into the fox. As if he was struck by an electric shock, Limon's entire left shoulder cramped when Nolan's claws pierced into his muscles. "Uh-hurgh!" he whined when he felt a wet warmth seep through his fur. Four small, red spots formed where the tiger's claws had penetrated the white cotton fabric. Limon's shirt was certainly ruined now. "Grrrgh... th-that's... Ghuff! That's too much!" the brave fennec finally admitted in a pained shriek.

Carefully Nolan pulled his claws out of Limon's back and found him shuddering when they finally left his body. Before the blood could taint the white fur on his fingers, the tiger pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned his dangerous tools. "Impressive," he commented the fox's endurance. "James didn't lie when he said you're a tough one."

"Huff-hff... g-glad I didn't disappoint..." Limon gasped, genuinely happy. Both, that the daggers were out of his skin again, and that he managed to make an impression on the big cat. "Huh?" When he suddenly was grabbed again, the fox looked up with concern. Nolan's large hand took firm hold of his upper arm, this time thankfully without the help of his claws, though. The tiger's grip, however, was almost painful! If he would have choked him with this much power, unconsciousness probably would have been the least thing to befall Limon.

With the slightest effort, Nolan pulled the cowering fox off the floor. "My office often is a hectic and stressful place. Tension builds, tempers may rise..." the feline rambled as he took stock of the tiny guy dangling in his grasp. He looked back at him with big, awestruck eyes. Cute! "You need to possess a certain resilience to work for me. But being my personal stress ball would neither be your only, nor your primary purpose!"

Worried what may come next, Limon flinched when he was lifted from the ground. It hurt a bit to be picked up by one arm like this, but he could cope. Though, instead of performing yet another painful practical test, the huge tiger simply put Limon down in his lap. He could feel Nolan's heat engulf him and the fox's heart beat faster, this close to the striped hunk, but Limon remained still, despite the intimate act. Heck, this was almost uncalled-for, even! He felt like a pup on daddy's knee!

Boldly one of the feline's large, heavy hands settled on the back of Limon's head. The fox allowed it and soon felt a thick thumb rub his huge, velvety ear up and down. His fur prickled, but Limon let the tiger proceed. Eventually Nolan's exploring hand moved down over his back in a gentle manner, until it began to tuck the hem of his shirt out of his pants. Again the fennec didn't object, but accepted the procedure in silence until he felt a soft chill on his spine. It was quickly overpowered by a big, warm tiger paw, though, when Nolan shoved his hand under Limon's shirt. 

Tempted by the gentle touch, the small fox leaned a bit closer to the man he sat on. This close he could clearly make out Nolan's scent: A playful mix of cedar oil cologne, brutish maleness, and that distinctive, very soft, dry note of cat. No less intrusive than his interviewer, Limon took the liberty to feel the tiger up as well. The broad belly beneath his silk shirt felt firm and reliable, but that was hardly enough to satisfy Limon! Brashly he pulled Nolan's finely ironed shirt out of his waistline and pushed his hands beneath it, into the marvelous, soft fur of the tiger's belly. Nolan didn't seem to mind. Actually, he seemed to enjoy it even.

"James mentioned that you're rather skilled with your hands?" the tiger murmured down into Limon's ears, while his hand moved up the fox's spine until it rested between his shoulder blades. Gently he brushed his fingers over the area his claws had abused before and found small flakes of already crusted blood in the otherwise pristine, golden-yellow fur.

Limon didn't know exactly what Nolan was referring to, but it didn't really matter anyway, his answer would remain the same, "He's understating!" Chuckling he traced the outline of the big cat's fuzzy belly button with a dull claw.

"Weird. He didn't mention your boundless modesty even once!"

Limon could have replied with some snippy remark for sure, but right now he was too busy with investigating the divine body with all his senses. His petite hands rubbed over the beefy stomach, his bulged sides and as far up Nolan's chest as they could reach. "Hmf... wha' would you hff me do...?" he eventually asked with his eyes closed and was shocked to find his face pressed to the warm tiger. He shouldn't let himself go like this, dammit!

Straightforward as before, Nolan said, "I'd be absolutely delighted to experience your prowess myself during a prolonged back massage!" As if to accentuate his demand, the tiger brought out his claws and gently dragged them down Limon's back. "My apartment isn't far from here. I'd gladly have you over, if you'd like?"

"Absolutely!" Limon said without missing a beat, wagging his tail like a stupid dog. "But why stop now, while we're already warmed up?" Reluctantly freeing himself from the tiger's warm embrace, Limon pointed over to a side door. "My boss has a cozy lounge right there that I'd gladly show to you!" Hollard was actually pretty picky with whom he allowed into his office's sanctum and actually Limon didn't receive the Rottweiler's blessing to utilize the room tonight. But after keeping him in the unknown for three weeks straight about this once in a lifetime scenario, Limon actually didn't care at all about his boss's wrath. This was some deserved revenge!

Nolan laughed amused. "And here I was told you're a restive, rebellious, little shit, prone to fight every decision and order you stumble upon like an obstinate donkey!"

Yep, definitely sounded like something Hollard would say about him. "Well... Let's just say I might have a little weakness for tigers..."

Within minutes Limon had dragged the business tiger into the private lounge and got him into position on the large leather couch. Entirely topless like this, Nolan was even harder not to stare at! His vibrantly orange back was covered by majestic, black stripes, most of them thicker than three of Limon's fingers. The dense, silky-soft fur stretched over a mountain of muscles, especially around his broad shoulders. Eagerly the tiny fox climbed up onto the massive tiger and straddled his butt.

Readily Limon pressed both his hands against the tiger's firm, lower back and, with a slow rolling motion, began to work his way up Nolan's spine. Once at his massive shoulders, Limon switched to a shoving movement between his alternating hands. He put his whole weight into the motion, until the striped fur rippled on Nolan's neck. He knew a tiger could take it. On his way down, the fox reversed the motion, dragging his palms and claws over the strong back. God, he wanted this guy to purr for him!

"Honestly," Limon mused, switching to a technique where he poked his thumbs left and right into Nolan's lower back, before rolling his main pads firmly over the same spot. "Considering your size, I would imagine you would prefer someone bigger than me for this particular task. Someone with big, strong hands... Heh, do you even feel me at all?" he asked, letting his paws marsh over the cat's back, again putting his full weight into the massage.

"I sure do," Nolan confirmed. "Feel you, I mean," he added quickly. "You're indeed quite talented at this, I must say. Though, regarding my preferences..." Very deliberately he let his happily swishing cat tail lash forward like a whip against Limon's crooked back. "Let's say I might have a weakness for smaller species..." Either quite sure Limon wouldn't mind the gesture, or not caring at all whether he did, Nolan continued to toss his long, sleek tail at the fox. "I find it very exciting and relaxing to be pampered by someone way smaller than me. Or... ya know, to lord it over them a bit, heh!"

"Oh, I'm sure all sorts of tiny guys and girls would fall head over heels for you, Mr. Reed!" Limon fawned, leaning wide forward to work the tiger's middle back. When he let his head hang to reduce a bit of the strain from his shoulders, the fox could see what he already felt pretty much since he started this massage: His raging boner, rubbing back and forth over Nolan's back through his tight pants, in time with his motions. Hopefully Mr. Reed wouldn't find out! Or... hopefully he would?

"True," the tiger said with a certain pride in his voice, "I might have one or two admirers. But finding someone for... this sort of work... position... It has been a difficult endeavor. You are a very promising candidate, though!"

"I sure hope so!" Limon laughed. "Guess I should start calling you boss then, eh?"

"We'll see..." Nolan chuckled, closing his eyes to relish the massage. "Mff, bit higher..."

"Here, boss?" Limon asked with a grin, pressing his thumbs softly between the feline's ribs close to the spine. He felt the gigantic muscles flex under his hands.

"Bit higher... y-yeah, that's the spot..."

Upon the desired position, Limon clenched his fists against Nolan's back and leaned onto them for more pressure. Tenderly he rolled his knuckles over the needy spot in turns, left, right, left, right... until he could feel the strain in his wrists. Felines in particular were rumored to enjoy this technique. Apparently Nolan Reed was not an exception.

"Don't you want to purr for me?" Limon asked cheekily after a long moment of silence.

Nolan snickered into his arm. "Heh, and why would I do that?" he asked over his shoulder. "Do you think you're THAT good?"

"Am I not?!" the fox retorted, feigning consternation. "That aside, though, I think it'd be the least you could do for me after choking and filleting me, don't you think?"

"No," the tiger said, matter-of-factly. "I don't owe you anything. You applied for this position, after all!" After a moment he added, "Go a bit higher now. Do the shoulders."

Limon sighed, before he acknowledged the request with a dull, la-de-da, "Yes, Mr. Reed!" Though, contrary to his glum words, the fox dutifully scooted up the tiger's long back to knead the man's broad shoulders passionately with his tiny paws. "Gosh, you're really an ungrateful boss, huh?" he added after a while, his thumbs pressed into the firm muscles on Nolan's neck.

"Not ungrateful," the cat corrected in a pleased mumbled. "But a reward wants to be earned!"

"I guess we'll be here for a while then?" the fennec assumed, pitying his already sore hands. Working a guy this big was tiresome, if rewarding in itself.

After a few moments of silence, Limon realized that Nolan didn't deign to give an answer. And why should he? He was the boss! Limon would continue to work until he was told otherwise! Which is exactly what the fox did. Without complaints even! It was true: Limon was  a restive, rebellious, little shit, prone to fight every decision and order he stumbled upon like an obstinate donkey. But getting his hands on a tiger – a real tiger! - was nothing but a blessing for the little fox. Oh, how he wanted to serve this man! This striped god!

Suddenly a rattling growl filled the otherwise quiet room. A loud, carnal vocalization of pleasure and wellness. The sound came from deep within Nolan's chest and resonated through the body of the midget fennec sitting on his back. Limon's fur was electrified! His fatigued paws moved faster with newfound vigor. This was a purr! A raw, powerful tiger purr! Just one. For him!

"Thanks..." Limon mumbled happily, longing for more of those feral, vibrant sounds already. Though the relaxing tiger didn't fulfill his wish. Nolan remained still, at least in regard to purring.

"Hmf... my loin could use some more attention," the feline directed, twisting his resting head from left to right. "Keep up the good work and put some more weight into your movements. If you manage to satisfy me, I might reward you some more..."

This was a challenge Limon was only too happy to accept. "As you wish, Mr. Reed," the fox said acquiescently and began to move on top of the lying tiger. Quickly Limon was up on all fours, his hands keeping up the work on Nolan's shoulders, while his paws massaged the lower back with slow, kneading steps. "I won't disappoint you!"

"Mrrf, you'd better not...!"