After a hard week, working overtime after some idiot screwed up basic maintenance on engine six, turning an hour’s work into five long days of panicked worked to stop a catastrophe, you and a few friends went out to some party, taking place in a converted warehouse that was rented out for just such occasions, provided you could afford it. Which the host of this party could. Obviously.
It was invite only, sort of, but invitees could bring as many as ten friends. Which you did. You were gifted an invitation, for your hard work, as was every engineer on your shift. So, you’d dressed up, wearing a dark red dress that came to your knees, slitted on both sides, after having a wonderful day at the spa, ensuring your fur was smooth and silky, instead of matted with sweat and stained by grease and oil.
You felt pretty, you looked gorgeous, especially since your breasts were large enough to satisfy yourself and others, DD roughly, but weren’t so large you couldn’t reach in front of you. Unlike some, you actually cared about still being able to do your job, instead of comparing tits. Admittedly, for your kind, they were definitely on the small size, but you didn’t mind too greatly.
Of course, with your hourglass figure, accentuated by your dress, you could easily steal the attention of anybody.
But right now, you were bored. You’d arrived early in the evening, at about eight. You’d danced, you’d drank, you’d playfully flirted, and danced some more, chatting about nothing, chatting about everything, complaining about this and that. In truth, that bored you. As hard as the past week had been, it had been exciting, it’d been different. You’d felt engaged in a way you hadn’t been in years.
But for your friends sake, you’d put on the mask of a person who was just like everybody else.
So, you sat at the bar, looking around, watching in mild amusement as men and women who were staring at your tits and ass suddenly found their drinks far more interesting as your eyes briefly met there. All but a few. These ones held your gaze. You smirked. Your friends wouldn’t mind if you vanished for a bit with…
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