~[KITTEN OVERDOSE]~ (|WW| & InuCassy) 18+ pRiVaTe

[InuCassy]

 

Misha

 

26 years old

 

5' tall

 

125 lbs.

 

Prostitute and a Vicodin/Heroine junkie

 

Seductive but shy. Soft spoken, which causes her to be taken advantage of constantly. Open minded about everything, thanks to years of sexual and drug abuse.

 

Misha came to the U.S. when she was only 3 years old. Born with the ears and tail of a cat, her mother and father wanted nothing to do with a freak such as her. They sold her to the Russian Mafia, who paid Misha's parents $1.2 million, which they used to better their lives but not the life of their child. The Mafia knew exactly what to do with such a beautifully unique girl. Misha was then put into a boarding house, where she slowly learned all about the wonderful world of sex trafficking and drugs. By the time she was 12, Misha was an expert in the many different aspects of sex. At 15, she got her first taste of what it is like to get loaded on some kind of opiate. For her 18th birthday, she received her mark: A tattoo of a black skull wrapped with a red rose on the side of her left thigh. This meant that she was officially a prostitute of the Russian Mafia.

 

Over all these years, the only thing that kept Misha going was the thought and desire of one day being rescued from the streets by someone who will look past her lifestyle and truly love Misha for the person she really is, deep down inside.

[|WW|]

Name:

Izanagi Adessi

Nicknames:

He never uses his full name; but he will use variations of it for clients.

Heritage:

Mixed Blood.

Japanese Mother/Italian Father

Age:

28

Height:

6'1''

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Occupation:

Freelance Informant and transporter.

Personality:

Playful, Smiles a lot, evasive, sharp-witted,

seemingly laid-back but detail oriented and always prompt.

Has extreme OCD when it comes to being clean.

 

BIO:

He was raised in japan until the age of twenty when he was considered a man.

He moved to the United States soon after. Any information about this man is extremely

hard to find, and that's just the way he likes it.

 

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A glance at his watch told him two things: it was six minutes past 7:00p.m. and the second fact was his client was late. His mouth twitched as he slid back in the leather seat of his car, gazing out through tinted windows for the other party. He'd give them till twenty after and then he'd leave. He didn't see the need to complete deals with clients who had no respect for punctuality. If they wanted his business; they'd prove it by bringing their asses to the chosen spot on time.

 

His gloved thumbs bumped drummed against the steering wheels lower rim, humming a tune he'd listened to on the way over. The sun was dipping low and would soon completely disappear; leaving the shipping yard and warehouses bathed in black. He had friends who worked for the yard, and he knew he wouldn't be disturbed or accidentally stumbled upon by security. Sighing lightly he pushed a hand through his layered obsidian hair, lightly toying with a few strands as the time ticked by.

 

When his watch beeped he tapped the button that silenced it and slid out his phone, wiping the event from his schedule. Well, that was that. Guess they changed their minds. "Ma ii ka," he sighed as he was looking forward to a nice fat pay-off, but it couldn't be helped. Let them just see if they could find another partner as talented as him. Heh, not in this city. Sliding the phone back into his jacket pocket he then flicked the key in the ignition, bringing the car to life. His arm slid over the passenger side as he prepared to back up and turn himself around.

[InuCassy]

Staring at a bottle full of yellow, oval shaped pills being dangled in front of her face, Misha reached into the front of her red and black pleated mini shirt and pulled out a $100 bill. Handing it to the asshole standing before, she lets a look of disgust cover her face as the man runs the money across his nose, sniffing it with a smile. Letting out a sigh, Misha grabs the bottle from him and quickly walks off in the opposite direction.

 

Ducking down into a nearby alleyway, which began to grow darker as the sun slowly began its descent below the horizon, the woman found a stack of crates to sit on hidden beside an old dumpster. Misha looks at the pill bottle for a moment before opening it and dumping 4 of the Vicodins into the palm of her hand. She places her opened hand to her mouth and dumps the pills onto her tongue. After years of taking these, swallowing them without the help of something to wash them down with was easy as hell to her. Looking up to the sky, Misha knew that her high would kick in quickly since she had nothing in her stomach since the day before.

 

She got up from the crates, wiped the back of her skirt off and continued down the alley which led to the industrial side of the city. It was quiet out. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional call from a passing seagull. The smell that floated on the gentle breeze was a bit fishy yet left the taste of salt in her mouth. Misha thought about the fact that she hadn't turned a trick all day, but didn't let that bother her. She was enjoying the moment she was living in at this time. Feeling the wood planks beneath her black leather boots brought a slight smile to her face. Daydreaming away, Misha was brought back to reality by the sound of a car's engine somewhere near the docks before her.

[|WW|]

Izanagi backed up and eased the car around, sliding out from the narrow space he'd been parked in. Pulling out into the main road which was flanked on one side by containers, the other a large storage warehouse; he drove slowly towards the main peer. He had his low beams on, not wanting his usual bright ones to completely stab through the darkness in an alarming manner. Shifting he picked up speed and slid smoothly around a corner that would lead him to a service road next to the docks.

 

As he drove a ways he noticed a dark figure up ahead on the left closest to the waters edge. His hand which would have slammed into a higher gear and peeled past the person with little interest instead shifted down, slowly his passing rate by a large margin. He had time to kill now that the transaction had been cancelled. As he got closer he noticed the figure was of the female persuasion, and that was strange. A man he could understand wandering this place, but a woman- well that didn't sit right with him. This place was a shit-hole for wandering druggies and many low-rank gangs that liked to cause a little evening ruckus before being chased down and chastised by the appropriate authority.

 

Slowing to a crawl next to the lady he flicked the switch that lowered his window just enough to see out over the tint. "Hey beautiful, you lost?" He asked in a light tone, trying to get a read on the woman by her movements. Her clothes suggested a certain lifestyle, though he never presumed anything of anyone. And she had curious protrusions that suggested something else was not quite the norm. Cosplay? From her place she wouldn't be able to see him clearly, being provided only a talking shadow unless she cared to come closer.

[InuCassy]

Misha watched the car crawl up next to her. At that exact moment in time, the opiates she ingested earlier began took take effect. The high that she craved all day, the familiar sensation that filled her body with such bliss overcame her. The fuzziness inside her head caused Misha to stumble forward towards the vehicle as a voice spoke to her from inside. Adjusting her crimson colored corset so that her breasts popped over the top, nearly revealing the pink nipples just barely covered below. Leaning forward enough to see a shadowed figure behind the steering wheel, the woman smiles seductively at the mystery man.

 

"Well hello there", Misha says in a low tone of voice.

 

She allows her tail to swing out from behind her, letting it rub against her right thigh.

 

"Are you looking for a date? Maybe a good fuck for the night?"

 

Turning herself around slowly, like a ballerina inside an antique music box, Misha lifts the back of her skirt up with her tail to reveal her lacy black thing and a perfectly toned, rounded buttocks.

 

"And don't bother asking. The tail and ears are all natural. Nothing fake about them, sweetie."

 

Parading herself in such a way made Misha feel like a freak in a damn freak show. It caused an ache deep within her heart. But she was always good at masking the pain from potential customers. Hiding her true emotions and desires was something she learned to achieve years ago, long before walking the streets as the whore she is today.

 

"What do you say? Interested?"

[|WW|]

"Are you looking for a date? Maybe a good fuck for the night?"

The display was attractive, but on another point laughable. It was clear the female had a lot more than just a sexual urge tumbling through her system. She was using. What variety of use was questionable. But he was pretty sure it was in pill form; she was still too steady on her feet for other fixes. He pushed the brake, letting the car come to a complete stand-still.

"Are you looking for a date? Maybe a good fuck for the night?"

His original guess had been correct. She was turning tricks. He didn't feel pity, no. He just felt like it was a waste of talent. He could think of about fifty things this woman could be doing easily without having to display what God had given her to the world. But he was no Angel either. Eyes nearly as black as his hair watched as she spun herself around, displaying a rear that begged to be gripped between two hands and buried into. The most fascinating part was the long tail and ears. Cosplay? No. Apparently they were very much real. He clucked his tongue to this discovery; having heard once at some point in his life this sort of things was possible. A real cat-girl. Well screw business for the night, he now had entertainment.

"What do you say? Interested?"

"Get in," he answered, unlocking the passenger side with a touch to his drivers side panel; closing the window while he was at it. Oh he was interested, but maybe not in the exact way she expected. She was lovely, yes. But he wasn't easy, even if she was. As she slid in he pulled out his phone, pushing call through to a friend. Holding the phone between his shoulder and jaw he let his foot off the brake, continuing down to the service road. He turned left onto the road and opened his baby up, speeding away from the docks far enough to flick his normal lights on. He grabbed the phone again when his friend answered, holding it as he drove with one hand lightly resting on the wheel.

 

"Hey, you busy? I need a favor." He waited and grinned at nothing in particular, more just what the voice on the other end was saying. "Can you do a flower exam for me tonight," he asked, making sure to keep his attention on both the stranger at his side and the road. He hadn't checked her before she entered the car, so if she wanted to try something stupid- she was open to the option. Not that she'd get far in her attempts. "Uruse-na!," he laughed, "we'll be there in ten."

[InuCassy]

She looked around at the inside of the vehicle, taking in the sweet smell of leather and the fragrant cologne the man was wearing. Listening to the phone conversation, trying hard to appear as if she wasn't being nosy. Out of the corner of her eye, Misha could finally see who she was riding with. His coal black hair and obsidian eyes were quite alluring. She felt her face grow hot from blushing, and quickly hung her head to hide it. Something about this man seemed different, different from all the other johns Misha has come across in her life. But still, it could all be just a figment of her imagination. An effect from her high maybe, which was more intense now. Feeling her eyelids getting a bit heavy, the woman closes her eyes, still listening to the man speak on the phone.

 

"What the hell is a 'flower' test", Misha wondered. She wanted to speak up and ask, but figured it was none of her damn business.

 

Watching the road ahead of them, the dead silence of the ride started to put Misha on edge. Reaching over slowly with her right hand, she began to caress the customer's leg, slowly running her fingers up and down his thigh. Gently running her nails against the inseam of his pants, sliding her hand up far enough to where the tip of her middle finger ever so slightly brushed against the tip of his cock.Looking up at his face, maybe it was time to break the ice.

 

"My name is Misha, if you care to know."

 

Wondering if that came across as rude or not, Misha continued to speak.

 

"If you don't mind me asking, where are we heading? Back to your place, hmm?"

 

Letting her hand rise up a bit more and strokes the man's cock gently, teasing it a little. She loves the feeling of a cock as it grows in the palm of her hand.

 

"How about we find a nice dark alleyway to get to know each other better in?", giving him a wink as she speaks.

[|WW|]

After the brief call he slid his phone away, placing his right hand naturally atop the shifter. He seemed more than comfortable when it came to driving in the way his tall frame leaned comfortably back in the posh seat. He remained quiet for only three minutes, but he could tell his playmate was becoming restless. His lips curved in amusement as he felt the slow travel of a wanton hand against his leg; boldly creeping up his slacks inseam. When he felt the tease of a fingertip against a more private area the amusement came in the form of two dimples on either side of his handsome face. Bold little kitty.

 

"Lovely name, Misha," he commented," Russian origin." He didn't offer his own. Shifting down as they hit their first light on a main road, his eyes rarely strayed from the road- though he was keeping a not so blatant tab on his passenger. "I'd like to stop by a friends for a moment; it won't take long."

 

He allowed the teasing further, though the organ she was currently trying to rouse wasn't responding exactly how she might have hoped. Control was everything, and though the touch felt heavenly- he wasn't going to turn into some teenager with a raging hard-on just because it felt 'nice.' "As for the alley, I think we can do a touch better than that love." He smirked, amused. "I'd prefer four solid walls and room service."

 

After shifting he allowed his hand to leave the stick and trace a slow line down her forearm, tapping gently against the top of her hand. "As nice as your attention is, sweetheart, let's save this." His fingers curled around her hand instead, stopping it from teasing him any further. While he didn't remove her from him, his thumb lightly traced her wrist where the pulse would beat. He was curious just how her heart was holding up with the drugs in her system.

 

After another five they pulled into a small alley which dead ended further up. He'd flicked his lights off before easing in; the space on either side of the car just enough so they could slide out without ramming his car doors into the opposing walls. He slid the key out of the ignition, finally looking to his guest fully for the first time since she'd entered the car. "My friend is a undoubtedly the biggest geek this side of the river, so the worst you have to fear from him is probably stuttering and a full on blush." He grinned again, eyes dancing in the dark. "Think you can handle that?"

[InuCassy]

Feeling the stranger's touch on her hand caused Misha to smile slightyly. Nothing rough, like the bruising grip her wrists and fingers were use to. It gave her a different impression of the person sitting next to her. Maybe she gets to have a single night with someone where she wouldn't have to worry about being treated like gutter trash, but instead be given attention as a human being. Sure, getting roughed up is at times very arousing. But when it is done to her most days out of the year, it takes a toll on a person.

 

Misha pulls her hand away carefully, fighting her inner desire to embrace the moment more. Slowly opening the car door, she slides off the seat and onto her feet. Looking at the buildings surrounding her, a nervous feeling gripped her stomach. Still wondering about the mysterious phone conversation, Misha pulls the pill bottle out from the front of her skirt and proceeds to take another Vicodin. Hoping her company didn't notice, her hand slips the bottle back into its hiding place.

 

"So is this the place where we are gonna fuck, sweetie?" Misha asks, eyes still fixed on the building before her. "I don't mind an audience, but it will cost you more for their participation."

 

Letting out a sigh of disgust, she knew that her words were a lie. After being gang banged and raped uncountable times, the idea of it happening again struck fear into her heart. Her pulse began to rise as her heartbeat sped up inside her chest. But she had to remain calm. Keep her composure in front of the customer. If it happens, then it was meant to be. She was a whore.

[|WW|]

"So is this the place where we are gonna fuck, sweetie? I don't mind an audience, but it will cost you more for their participation."

 

Sliding out, he grabbed his leather jacket from the back and locked the doors, the alarm only blinking the lights- he hated those chirpy noises most cars made. Walking around to her side he slid himself in front of her, his back nearly to the wall. Sliding a hand over her shoulder to the top of the car, half pinning her against the door; his lips curved into a playful smile. His head tipped in far enough for his silky hair to tickle her cheek; those lips hovering next to her soft ear while the scent of his cologne wafted invitingly between them. "All work and no play makes for a very dull woman, Misha. I picked you up for other reasons than wanting to get inside your ," he paused, "skirt."

 

He leaned back so he could look at her, again that same smile present. "Let's just say I'd like you to join me for an evening of entertainment that will stray from your usual criteria. If you find yourself wanting more, well," he grinned this time, his teeth coming down to gently nip at his own lower lip, "that's your choice." Pulling away he slid down the wall and walked to the nearest door, expecting she'd follow. He knocked twice, then two more times which were quicker and softer. While waiting he slid his jacket on and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. "And no, he won't be watching anything. We won't be here long. I just want him to check something for me."

 

Locks rattled behind the door before it opened. A bearded man of impressive height opened the door. He wore a lab coat and dark green eyes peered out behind thick and somewhat outdated frames. "Izi," the mans deep voice greeted while stepping aside to allow them to enter. "Thanks for the time," the smaller male spoke, reaching out to Misha. "Come on sweetheart, no need to be afraid. Let's get inside, hm?"

[InuCassy]

Misha hesitated for a moment, unsure of what she was getting herself into. The whole situation was new to her. She was expecting something different. Just another round of her body being used for one thing.

 

"Why is this man treating me like I'm more than the whore I am?", Misha thought to herself. "I don't deserve anything more. No dignity. No respect. Just use me and nothing more."

 

Following behind the stranger, her eyes met with the man's eyes who was offering a smile. Unable to help herself, she smiled at the nerdiness of her companion's friend. He was right. This guy totally appeared harmless, which eased Misha's heart. As she passed him, she offered him a slight nod of the head. The door closed behind her and was followed by the footsteps of the lab coat wearing man. The hallway was dimly lit, just enough for the walls to give off a eery glow. Reaching out, Misha grabbed ahold of her company's arm. For some reason, it felt like the appropriate thing to at this time. She didn't have a clue as to why he brought her to this place. But holding on to the gentleman helped Misha to slow her thought process of the whole thing.

 

Her high was more intense now, as the last pill she took began to add to the effect of the ones taken earlier. Her vision began to grow blurry, causing her to press her head against the man's arm. She closed her eyes and allowed him to lead her. The smell of his cologne and leather filled her nostrils. It was quite pleasing to her.

 

"Mmmm. You smell so good", she whispered.

 

She squeezed his arm tight, as a woman would to to her lover when he did something to please her in that moment.

 

"What is this place?" Misha asks, opening her eyes and looking into his face.

[|WW|]

Feeling Misha cling to his arm, he wondered if it was fear, the drugs, or an actual need to be close to someone. Perhaps a mixture of all three? Anything was possible. He didn't know just what this woman had been through, but with the addition of ears and a tail- well he had a sneaking suspicion she'd been used for a large manner of nasty things. Pity. Though the female sex could be quite the pain in the ass; they deserved to be treated with care. At least that's what he'd been taught by his own Mother. She'd been the kindest, strongest woman he knew. The pillar of their family. A rose among the thorns of society.

 

"I'm all set up Izi," the man behind them spoke. The younger Male nodded, taking a right around the first corner. He guided the stray-kitty into the first room on the left, bright lights greeting them as they entered. The man bringing up the rear closed the door behind them and locked the door with a small key-pad on the wall. If they wanted to leave, they would need a code. Some people didn't appreciate his line of work; and running off in the middle was nothing uncommon. "This place is a private clinic."

 

The room was very sterile and strikingly white. It looked as though they'd walked straight off the streets into a hospital exam room. Everything was in locked drawers, so nothing could be used as a weapon if the need struck a customer. Offering Misha a reassuring smile he motioned to the exam table and patted the seat. "This may seem old fashioned and not to your liking dear, but I'd like you to be examined by my friend here." His smile never wavered, eyes nearly black as night seemed honest and not in the least bit embarrassed.

 

"And no I don't mean some sick exam where your probed and hooked up to various machines for some alien experiment." The larger man grunted, pushing the glasses up his nose a touch. His expression was blank, but he did a good job of making himself seem smaller and less threatening. He remained quiet also; letting his more charismatic friend speak.

 

"Just a simple blood test, and a few swabs; that's it." He bumped his hip against the table, arms crossing casually against his chest. "I want to continue our evening of fun, but you see I'm terribly OCD about disease, and since you came from an unknown source I have to presume you've had various partners. Protected or not, could you be so kind as to comply to ease my mind? I will also apologize ahead of time for any insult this may make you feel." He had no problem with saying what needed to be said, and making sure she understood from his point of view as well.

 

"If you agree, then hop up here and we'll make this quick. My friend is legal and certified, and has a surprisingly gentle set of paws," he commented playfully. The Larger man reddened a touch and cleared his throat.

[InuCassy]

Squinting her eyes while looking around the room and listening to the voice speaking to her, Misha shrugged her shoulders and hopped up onto the exam table. This was nothing new to her, at least as far as being examined. The Mafia was good at having their working girls examined every couple of months or so. They didn't want a bad reputation for having dirty whores walking the streets. They also gave the girls clean needles to use if they were heroin users. Misha was taught to always carry a few with her if she chose to use that day, and to never EVER share syringes with ANYONE. If a girl was found infected with any kind of STD or disease of any sort, she was beaten and branded across her face with an X. The tattoo that represents property of the Russian mafia is also removed. Not with a laser, which is the humane way of removal. Instead it is cut off with a sharp object of sort, whatever the person performing the task decides appropriate.

 

As she adjusted her bottom on the table, the protective paper stuck to her butt. Misha let out a giggles, as she peeled it from herself. Laying back onto the table and lifting her legs into the air, the girl slowly pulled off her panties with a smile. Everything that was hidden by the black lace could be seen under the light. The pill bottle slipped out and fell to the floor, causing the pills to rattle and spill out and scatter everywhere. Misha bit her bottom lips as this happened, feeling like a complete idiot for forgetting that the bottle was in there. Lowering her legs, she spreads them and waits.

 

"Yes, I pop Vicodin", she said as she sneered at the men. "So what! I don't care what you think!", her Russian accent heavily coating her words. Staring up at the ceiling above, Misha adds "I like the high. I do heroin too but I don't enjoy my body being covered in track marks."

 

She stretches her arms out, revealing only a couple of scars on each. Pulling her arms back to her sides, she hears the man who was getting ready to examine her unlocking drawers and pulling out the medical supplies he needed to perform his tests. Misha looks away from the ceiling and at the person who wanted this done to her.

 

"I'm not dirty, like most of the other trash walking the streets. The Mafia makes sure of this." She rolls her eyes at him and continues speaking, lowering her tone of voice a bit. "But it's whatever. If this is what will put your mind at ease, so be it. Fuck it. I don't care."

[|WW|]

He didn't like prodding a stranger anymore than she did. But seeing as she is a stranger, meant she couldn't be trusted. He didn't care how clean she appeared to be, or really was. Turning away when the panties were shed, he went to the sink and began washing his hands, his friend unlocking a few drawers and removing the things he needed. The larger male gave a side-long glance to Izi that said clearly- "You owe me", without any words having been exchanged. The young male grinned and scrubbed at his hands until they were nearly red; giving a return glance that promised payment.

 

At the sound of a pill bottle hitting the floor, both men looked behind them; their head tipping down to follow the trail of pills that rolled all over the floor. Izi twitched just at the sight of pills touching the floor. The thought of popping those pills now made his stomach turn a touch.

"Yes, I pop Vicodin", she said as she sneered at the men. "So what! I don't care what you think!"

He glanced at his friend with a raised brow. "I don't suppose, Allen, you could write a script as well?" The man sighed and turned with his full tray, wandering over to the currently sassy kitty. He wasn't looking at the exposed part of her currently as the tray was set down and he sunk into the chair, rolling himself up between her lovely thighs. No, he was eyeing the ears and tail which were not in any way fake. For a doctor, he was fascinated by these things, and not the more private parts. "Double Izi, no exceptions," he replied gruffly pulling on a pair of bright green gloves.

 

The male laughed and shook his hands over the sink, letting them air dry. "Fine, fine, whatever your big squishy heart desires," he responded, turning to watch Misha's small tantrum. He could understand the stress, to a point. Pills, fine. The Heroine however, well, he didn't approve. It did leave nasty marks, and the high wasn't worth the toll it took on the body. Funny that the word Hero would be in the name of something that made you anything but a winner. But he wasn't the girls parent, and he didn't plan on telling her what was right and wrong. He had no place doing so to a stranger regardless.

 

Walking over to Misha's side, Izi slides a pair of gloves on as well. Hearing the word Mafia he frowns suddenly, not amused by that small bit of information. He was all too familiar with the Russian Mafia. After all his own family was a mixture of the darker side of society. Yakuza and Italian mobsters; it was like some sort of sick joke with him being bred and lodged in between.

"I'm not dirty, like most of the other trash walking the streets. The Mafia makes sure of this."

Waiting for her rant to end, he reached out and pushed a few strands of soft hair off her cheek, stroking gently down her jaw. He leaned over her, again nice and close so their eyes were always aligned. "Let it all out, I don't mind. In fact, it's quite sexy the way your ears lower in defense and your eyes flare in warning." He grinned, white and perfectly aligned teeth peeked out. "Mafia property. That's a shame. And here I thought I might have picked up a stray kitten with no owner. I've always wanted a cat, you see."

 

After saying that, a swab appeared in his free hand from where it had been taken off the tray. He traced her lower lip with the cotton lightly and dipped it inside, swiping softly against her cheek. He removed it and slid the swab into a clear tube, spinning the top on. He set it down next to the other tubes which were being filled up by the doctor below. Despite being large, hands very much included; Misha was treated very gently during the exam. The two times he'd penetrated her soft insides, he'd been out a few seconds later; having made sure to use lubrication to ease the process along smoothly. There was nothing sexual about the way he treated her. Pushing away the large man stood, his expression still a blank slate, though his cheeks held a flush that said he was not unaware of just what he'd examined.

 

The last thing was getting her blood drawn, which took only a moment also. And Izi surprisingly did this with quite a bit of skill while his friend took the tray across the room and slid it through a small window into another room. "Twenty minutes," Allen stated, unlocking another door. He entered the small adjoining lab and closed the door behind him.

 

After the blood was taken, Izi pressed a cotton ball to the small puncture and slid a bandaid on over it. Hello kitty stared up at her; his expression told her he got a huge kick out of the humor of that particular choice. Sliding the tube through the window for Allen, he went about picking up the pills that had scattered everywhere. "We'll get these replaced," he added, showing he had no plan on returning the dirty pills to her hands.

[InuCassy]

Staring down at the band aid on her arm, Misha let out a laugh. Normally this would come as a great insult to her. But she already threw a bitch fit. No need to continue on with all that noise. Rubbing it with her fingers, she looks over at the man who remained in the room with her, picking up her scattered pills from the floor.

 

"Your friend called you Izi. Is that your name, or what?"

 

Misha climbs off the exam table and walks over to the paper towel dispenser. She reaches over and pulls out a couple of sheets. Lifting a leg, her hand moves down and wipes away all the lube that remained on the outside of her vagina. The slippery mess didn't appeal to her. After plenty of wiping, she tosses the used paper towels into the trash can in the corner. Misha picks her panties up off the table and slides them back on, while keeping her eyes on the man. When she was finished, the woman walks to the sink and washes her hands, trying to pass some time while waiting for her results. She dries her hands then proceeds to play with her tail. Brushing it with the palm of her hand and rubbing it against her thigh and arm.

 

"Do you think I am what most would say......a freak?"

 

A freak. Something she has heard a million times over her own name. Sometimes it can bring a tear to her eye, but always remembering that this is how "God" wanted her to be. Walking over to the one who brought her here in the first place, Misha stands next to him and leans into him a bit, running her tail along the back of his pants, allowing it to stroke his butt in a gentle manner. Perking her ears up, she puckers her lips up and blows a kiss at him. A slight blush covers her face as she takes in the handsomeness of the man. She wanted to stay next to him for as long as she could, yet as always, this was going to be a short lived ordeal. He was just another customer. Just another brief fling. Why can't it be more? Why was she destined to live her life as.....this.

[|WW|]

Staring down at the band aid on her arm, Misha let out a laugh. Normally this would come as a great insult to her. But she already threw a bitch fit. No need to continue on with all that noise. Rubbing it with her fingers, she looks over at the man who remained in the room with her, picking up her scattered pills from the floor.

If it came as any insult at all, that meant someone was a bit insecure with themselves- it wasn't his problem if she couldn't handle herself.

"Your friend called you Izi. Is that your name, or what?"

He located a few of the small pills beneath the exam table and proceeded to gather them; wanting to leave nothing behind that would further trouble his friend. "One of my names, yes," he answered without pushing the subject further. He had many names, for many purposes. "You're welcome to use Zan or Izi, not that a name matters much to you kotyonok." The last word had been Russian, the endearment for kitten. He rose from where he'd been knelt on the floor, depositing the last of the pills back into the small bottle. He sealed the top, raising his near-black eyes to his guest, a few obsidian strands of hair resting against his cheek.

 

Leaning against the table while the gloves were peeled from his hands, he watched her quietly, following the panties as they slid back up her legs and nestled themselves back where they belonged. She really was a lovely creature, no, woman. Just because she had an addition of ears and tail made her no less normal than anyone else. In fact if anything it made her twice as beautiful and exotic. What he wanted to know is why would the one's responsible for her allow her to even set one precious foot into the night without an escort. They really were detestable bastards. Then again his own two families had not been the cleanest organizations either; however he would choose either over the soviet.

"Do you think I am what most would say......a freak?"

A dark brow rose to this question. Tossing the gloves into the trash as she approached him, he placed both hands flat agains the table on either side of himself, still leaning comfortably but with support. As her tail curved up and around what portion of his rear she could get too, he lifted his chin a touch that ever present smile that didn't quite reach the eyes spreading over lips; as if giving a small challenge to being once-overed like a piece of attractive meat hung before the Cat.

 

"I think the proper question is what do you think of yourself, Misha?" He questioned quietly, not holding one playful note to his tone whatsoever. "But if you desire an answer that badly, no, I do not consider you a freak. What I see is a woman who has issues, just like everyone else on this planet. The severity of those issues is questionable, but not many have really tried to know that part of you... have they?" Oh he knew this topic all too well. Pain was written all over her, just not in plain red letters that everyone can see. He had the same thing.

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kotyonok

Hearing that one word. A sign of endearment, yet it was from someone whom she knew didn't have any true feeling towards her.

A slight smile crossed her lips, but only for a brief second. Misha felt a ping of pain in her heart.

"I think the proper question is what do you think of yourself, Misha? But if you desire an answer that badly, no, I do not consider you a freak. What I see is a woman who has issues, just like everyone else on this planet. The severity of those issues is questionable, but not many have really tried to know that part of you... have they?"

Would this man, this stranger, even care to know her response to these questions? Misha hung her head, ears lowering as the feelings towards herself brewed inside her mind.

 

"Zan, do you really want to know how I feel deep down inside?", the girl replied, holding her left hand over her chest where her heart sat below. "I have always tried to avoid my feelings. I keep them locked deep within my soul, away from the sight of others. But to be honest with you, sometimes it is impossible to keep them contained."

 

A single tear slowly crept its way down her soft cheek. Quickly wiping it away, Misha continues, fighting the choking sensation in her throat so as to not burst into a full shower of tears.

 

"At one point, I loved the idea of being different from every other person around me. Having this condition seemed like a blessing. but over the years, it became more like a curse. People's harshness towards me became more intense. Maybe it is jealousy? I don't know. As I grew older, these ears and tail", grabbing a hold of her right ear, "have made me begin to hate myself."

 

Unable to resist the urge any longer, she releases the tears that have formed in her eyes. Misha steps away from Zan and walks over to the corner opposite of him. She rests her head against the wall and sobs. The black little tail hangs lifelessly behind her and already lowered ears on top of her head lay flat against the silky hair.

 

Taking a deep breath, Misha adds "Nobody has ever cared to know what I feel. Nobody. I am emotionless in the eyes of the world. My heart could crack and shatter, and there would be nobody there to pick up the pieces."

 

The girl turns around, placing her back against the white wall and slides down onto the floor. Pieces of ebony hair stuck to the wetness on her cheeks, Misha taking a hand to slowly remove them. Trying to control the fit of sobbing, she began to take deep breaths. Her heart rate began to slow with each breath taken in, and the salty tears stopped flowing from her deep blue eyes. Once calm, Misha looks up at Zan, knowing her face must look a mess now.

 

"I apologize for that. I....have never told anyone about my emotions. I actually feel a bit relieved, letting them out into the light. Thank you."

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"Zan, do you really want to know how I feel deep down inside? I have always tried to avoid my feelings. I keep them locked deep within my soul, away from the sight of others. But to be honest with you, sometimes it is impossible to keep them contained."

He watched that first tear escape, slowly sliding down single cheek- all alone. How many times had he seen a woman cry? Too many times, and every one was truly sad to see. If they really meant it of course. There were those who used tears as weapons; those he could not feel the slightest pity for. He remained quiet, sensing Misha was under an emotional pull from both drugs and the situation at hand. From the things he'd said also. Must have hit a nerve.

"At one point, I loved the idea of being different from every other person around me. Having this condition seemed like a blessing. but over the years, it became more like a curse. People's harshness towards me became more intense. Maybe it is jealousy? I don't know. As I grew older, these ears and tail have made me begin to hate myself."

So that's how she saw things. Who could blame her? She wasn't exactly in a position that could flower her with comfort and teach her the way to love herself first and foremost. Again, he was not thrilled with the people who were using her. But there were so many out there, just like this woman. Too many to count. Too many to save.

 

Watching her seclude herself in a corner brought a sigh from him, pushing away from the table with a small glance towards the window. While she faced the corner he stepped over to the window and peered through, whispering to his friend. "Pass me a pill, would you?" The man sitting at a computer pushed up from his seat and brought a bottle he'd filled to Izi; handing it through the window. "Just about five more minutes, though everything looks crystal save for the drugs in her system," the scruffy male reported, going back to his seat. "Her limit is probably three more pops within twelve hours at this dosage, so just remember that. You don'y want an overdose on your hands." He added in warning.

"Nobody has ever cared to know what I feel. Nobody. I am emotionless in the eyes of the world. My heart could crack and shatter, and there would be nobody there to pick up the pieces."

He was listening while popping the top off to remove one pill. That means only two more in twelve hours. He set his watch on a timer just in case. getting a disposable cup he turned the tap and filled it with water, turning the tap off right when she turned back towards him. He turns towards her right as she slides down the walls, her hair clinging to her tear stained face.

"I apologize for that. I....have never told anyone about my emotions. I actually feel a bit relieved, letting them out into the light. Thank you."

He offered a faint smile, nodding. "Better out than in, my father always said," quoting a man he missed dearly. Of course there were mixed feelings involving the deceased parent, but he still made up a large portion of the sons memory. Always there in spirit.

"Clear," the deep voice yelled from the other room, in which time Izi had walked over to the fallen kitten, kneeling down to pick off a strand of hair she'd missed. It wasn't an act, really. He'd heard every word, and he never said things he didn't mean or do things he didn't want. Though she didn't know him, she could at least feel some form of comfort. Even from a stranger.

 

Holding up the pill for her to see, he then opened his mouth and laid it on his tongue. Next he poured the water in his mouth and sealed his lips shut to hold it all inside. Leaning in he gripped her chin, thumb pushing down on her lower lip, easing her mouth open gently. Making sure his eyes were on her own, he placed a hand on the wall next to her head and leaned in, pushing his mouth to hers to exchange the goods. The water was cool, but his tongue was warm as both slid past her lips. He exchanged the pill, water, and once she'd swallowed he lingered in the kiss, exchanging a few playful swirls of tongue to tongue.

 

Pulling back, he smiled again, lips moist and dark eyes containing the first signs of desire. "You're welcome to say or cry as much as it's needed. However I think we should go have some fun before we go back to my place. What do you say to a club and some drinks. Only a few, as you're currently happy enough." He removed his hand from the wall, and shook the pill bottle he's been holding between thumb and first finger. "I'll make it worth every minute," he whispered, wiping her wet lips with his thumb.

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Looking deep into the dark eyes that were staring at hers, Misha smiled slightly as the pill rolled down her throat. The lingering kiss made all her pain and despair fade into oblivion for the mean time. Placing her hands against the wall, she pushed herself up onto her feet. Taking a moment to wipe her self off, Misha walks over to the small mirror that hung on the wall next to the sink. Glancing at herself, her hand reaches over and pulls a paper towel out of the dispenser and wipes the tear stains from her cheeks and any eye make-up that may have smeared.

 

"To the club for a few drinks, them to your place afterwards? That is your plan for us? Hey, a girl can't complain if her date wants to treat her, right?" Misha comments, letting a chuckle escape her throat.

 

Tossing the paper towel down onto the counter, the girl turns around and walks over to Zan. She places her hands on his hips and looks him in the face.

 

"Do you think I'm pretty?", Misha asks in a gentle tone of voice.

 

Her blue eyes trace the outline of her companion's face, around his eyes and nose then to his lips. She places a finger on Zan's bottom lip and pulled it down slightly. Removing it a second later, that same finger was placed on the neko girl's lip, her tail swooshing side to side. She takes a hand in his and holds it tight, pulling on his arm letting him know that she was ready to leave this place. Leading the way to the door, Misha grabs the doorknob and turns it to open the way out of the god forsaken place she just had to experience.