For Max Jordan
It was raining hard. Covering the few blocks down to the bar didn�t take long, but Paul was soaked. He could see the neon beer signs in the window when he was bathed in light from a car in the alley to his right. He shielded his eyes and reached for his gun, just in case.
A voice came from the car, �Don�t worry Mr. Arnaud, I�m here with a proposition for you. Please, come out of the rain.� Paul walked slowly toward s the limousine. Its lights turned off and the chauffeur got out and opened the rear passenger door. Paul stood still for a moment eyeing the chauffeur and the dark interior of the car. Hesitantly he stepped inside.
�Monsieur Arnaud it is so good to - �
�How do you know my name?�
�Oh come, that is of little importance at the - �
Lighting quick, Paul got out his large revolver and pointed it squarely at the man sitting across from him. �I said, how do you know my name!?� Thin and middle-aged, with short salt and pepper hair. He wore no glasses and spoke with a refined French accent.
He swallowed loudly then composed himself. �I have a friend who spoke very highly of Tim�s work. He gave me your name and told me to contact you if I had any requests. That brings us here right now with your gun pointed at my forehead.�
�Don�t say his name. Why didn�t you contact me through the normal channels? I have numbers you could call, address you could mail me at.�
�I enjoy being dramatic.�
�Yeah, well cut the bullshit. What do you want?�
�Please monsieur, is it civilized to discuss business while pointing guns at people?�
Cocking the chamber, Paul hissed, �Talk.�
�Very well. I have a very special request for Tim how can I meet him.�
�Quiet! I told you not to say his name. Not in public, not in private, not in your sleep got it!? And nobody sees him but me.�
�Please Monsieur Arnaud, there is no need to be so angry.�
�You come her with your phoney French accent and your trumped up self image, mon ami. You throw his name around like a ball and you say you know about me through �a friend�, who�s that a FBI agent? Si tu parle fran�ais, alors vous discutez votre affaires avec cette langue, mon ami.�
The man swallowed again, obviously trying and failing not to look at nervous as he was. �Alright,� he finally said, the accent gone. �My name is Max Jordan. I heard of your friend from Enrique Olazabal, the Columbian - �
�I know my clients Mr. Jordan.� Max nodded and continued; �He�s been very happy with his cats and suggested that I look into acquiring one of my own. But there�s a catch. There�s a specific girl that I want.�
�Tim doesn�t target specific people.�
�I�m prepared to pay extra for this girl. Her name is Olga Pataki and she�s working as an actress right now in a production of the Tempest. The final show is this Sunday. She normally exits through a side door, signs autographs for a couple people and walks home. Here are some photos of her.� Opening his briefcase he pulled out a manila envelope and held it out for Paul.
Paul eyed it for a moment, holstered his gun, and took the envelope. Inside were two photos, one looked like a magazine ad, the other a porn shot. �The first one is an ad she did for a travel agency, the other is from an adult magazine shoot she did when money was a little tight and acting jobs were scarce. The website on the back of the second picture shows a music video she did. There�s also a ticket to the last show in there. What do you think?�
Paul looked at the photos again. The girl was definitely pretty. Slender, small round breasts, and short blonde hair. �What do you want?�
�A cat girl with cat ears, claws, tail, and a soft coat of blond fur. Cat�s eyes too but leave the color alone. I want her breasts enlarged. Full and round, at least D�s, with six more breasts bellow, each a size smaller than her primary breasts.� Your friend can give her paws if he wants but I�d rather she remain upright. One last thing, I�d like her to wear this during her transformation.� Reaching inside his coat, Max produced a small black collar. So, do we have a deal?� Paul eyed the collar suspiciously. �Does she have any family or friends?�
�Yes but as I said I�m willing to pay extra for the risk involved.�
�How much extra?�
Max opened the briefcase once more and turned it so that Paul could see. �Fifty thousand, I hope it will be sufficient. Do we have a deal?�
�Not until I ask Tim, wait here.� Paul grabbed a few thousand for a deposit and got out of the car. Her continued down the street and into the bar. A few minutes later he returned and got back in the limo. �It�s a deal on one condition. He wants a body that he can change to look like Olga. If she has family, they�ll report her missing and the police will start looking for her.�
�That shouldn�t be a problem, when will he need the body?�
�Sunday night�
- - -
Tim waited for her outside in the shadows. Olga was a pretty good actress, and definitely stole the show. It was almost a shame, almost. When she finally came out, Tim walked over to ask for a signature. He waited for the other people to get there�s first before he approached her.
�You were excellent tonight.�
�Oh thank you, that�s just ever so sweet of you,� she said in her airy, delicate voice. �Would you like me to sign something?�
�No, but I�d like you to come with me, maybe for something to eat.� She started to respectfully decline but then their gazes locked together. They stared at each other for some time as Tim moved slowly closer. She finally broke the silence.
�I think I�d like that very much.�
Tim asked her, �Where would you like to go?� Stepping closer still.
�I think your place would be just fine. Is it far?�
�No, its not far at all, we can walk if you like,� he said, holding out his arm.
She eyed it for a moment, then looked back into his eyes. �That would be wonderful,� she finally said, looping her arm through his.
- - -
Olga hadn�t said anything while they walked and stood silently in Tim�s dim room while he changed in the bathroom. The room was nicely decorated and very clean. Not the kind of thing you�d expect to find inside a trashy motel. Tim came out of the bathroom wear only a silk burgundy caftan that hung past his knees. As he slowly walked across the room, Olga couldn�t help but watch his every move. He was so tall and powerful, yet smooth and graceful as well. As he drew nearer, she found his eyes again and couldn�t look away.
Walked around her, smelling her hair and gently running his fingers over her shoulders. He stopped in front of her, and carefully placing his hands on her face kissed her long and full. He then ran his hands down her neck, gently over her small breasts, past her smooth stomach and under her light blue sweater. He ran his hands back up her body and carefully pulled the sweater over her head.
Olga slid her hand through the deep cut neck on Tim�s shirt and began to run her fingers through his chest hair. Tim grabbed his collar at the back and lifted the caftan off himself. Olga reached back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, then stepped out of her jeans and panties.
Tim kissed her again, and then lifted her onto the bed. His cock was already stiff, but this girl needed a more refined touch. So Tim softened his fingers and calmly massaged Olga�s tired skin. He could feel her tensions melt away and her body slowly relax into the bed sheets. He plucked the black collar from the bed stand and gently put it around Olga�s neck.
�What�s that?� She asked.
�Shhhhh, it�s all right, just relax.�
When Tim finally went in it was very gently, just a little bit at a time. As his head slowly separated the virgin folds of her body, Olga took her breath in sharply, arching her back. As he got further and further inside she closed her eyes and relaxed again. When he drew slowly out, she couldn�t breathe at all, only open her mouth in silent disbelief of the sensual joy she was experiencing.
When Tim came slowly back into her, she sighed softly, waiting for his enormous member to reach deep inside her and then tease her body once more as it slid slowly out again. Tim let her bask in the experiencing for a while before he went to work. The first time is always a little special and he wanted Olga to be able to really enjoy the subtleties of it all.
He did have a job to do though so he started with her breasts. A nice set of breasts always enhanced the rest of the experience. Almost as though she knew what he was thinking, Olga grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. Then she moved them in tight circles, letting the heat build up slowly. When they started to grow, slowly stretching her hot skin like a balloon, Olga bit her lip. She ran her hands up and down Tim�s arms, whispering �more, more.�
Tim rubbed faster and harder, massaging the flesh with his fingers, coaxing it to grow. The skin stretching and tearing, then healing just fast enough to stretch and tear some more. Under his great palms, Olga�s body burned. She had to bight her lip to hold it all in. The tension building so high, she drew blood.
Tim�s thrusts were much more aggressive. When milk started to leak from Olga�s huge melons, Tim decided they were large enough and slowly ran his fingers down her belly. In their wake, six more breasts erupted from Olga�s body. They would ripple with flesh every time Tim thrust into her until all six were nearly as large as her first breasts.
Tim leaned over on Olga�s body, tickling her nipples with his thick chest hair, sending chills down her spine. The two began to kiss. Olga could feel her teeth changing. Tim�s tongue was everywhere inside her mouth and before long she was smiling a pointy grin. Her entire head became hot when Tim grabbed her ears. He started to rub them, sculpting them into points and massaging thin soft yellow hairs onto their surface.
Tim stopped kissing her and reached a hand underneath her to the base of her spine. He started to pinch and squeeze the skin until he had a small ball of it in his hand. Then suddenly, with hard thrust of his dick, a fleshy shaft exploded from Olga�s body. She screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head. She grabbed his chest just when he thrust again. The shaft exploded out even more and began to writhe between Olga and the wet bed sheets.
When Tim thrust in again, the shaft tingled all over like it had gone asleep. And claws erupted from Olga�s fingertips, piercing deep into Tim�s chest. She tore her claws away from him and started to fondle her breasts, cutting and scraping herself. Blood dripped off of Tim for only a moment before the wounds quickly closed and disappeared.
Another thrust and claws sprouted from her toes. The tingling sensation started to spread over her whole body, starting on her back. With Tim�s every movement, the sensation grew. Olga�s vision blurred for a moment then returned. It blurred again, the room twisted and warped. When it finally stopped moving, everything was a slightly different color.
Beneath her fingers, Olga could feel the fine hairs growing. She looked down at her body and saw it covered in a soft blonde fur. It was thickest in her groin and reaching down her neck between her large breasts. Before she could put it all together, Tim�s thrusts slowed. At the apex of one he stopped for a moment. When his hot seed splashed into her body, Olga moaned, clawing at the pillows and sheets.
She fought unconsciousness for a moment before passing out. Tim left her there, purring in ecstasy while he changed. He returned a moment later, gathered the girl in his arms and carried her to the awaiting van.
Watching her carried off into the night, he was for the first time filled with a sense of regret. She didn�t seem like a bad girl, and had some talent. He�d never felt it before, but the first time he was a little sorry he had done it. He shrugged it off and went back to his room. He had a drink waiting for him, and he knew he really needed it tonight.