Work? Already? Nyah! I yawn, unfurling my tongue, and flex my shoulder still it pops satisfyingly. "Yes Mistress," With one last, longing look at the empty sofa, I turn to leave. Running over my resources doesn't take long; I have my wits, my body, panties and a bra both lacy and white, nothing else. From a closet I grab a smooth, beige cloth and improvise a short skirt, which should see me barely on the side of decently exposed, my toned stomach, smooth legs, and black paws on my hands and feet. I am unarmed, but not really, I know how to use my kitty claws better than most could use a blade, but I shouldn’t need them. I doubt Alex will hand over my present without a hassle, but violence will not be the key here, another of my skills will need to be employed. I flick my tail as I consider the likely possibility.<br/><br/>Exiting the evil lair through the trap door, then out the apartment, I strut through the streets, confidently and with purpose, like a classy whore heading to her foxboy client. The hot afternoon sun is making me soooo sleepy though. Do I have time to curl up on rock and doze, just for a half hour? It is tempting, and the party won’t be starting until much later...no, not now. This is my first job, I will do it perfectly, and then sleep. With a soft, indignant moan at the injustices of the world, I scamper down the road to Alex’s establishment. Now I'm a classy whore running a little late to her foxboy client.