Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 11:10:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Cat Next Door, Part 5

Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please
do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do
so. Remember to think smart and use protection. The following is the fifth
chapter in my "The Cat Next Door" series. If this sounds like something
you want to read, be my guest and read. If not, go back and look for
another story to read.


	The Cat Next Door, Chapter 5


      It was a very wet November. It was neither wet with piss nor wet with
cum. Oh, all right the month was wet a bit with cum. I really mean that it
was very rainy. It's not like it rained every day. It's just that when it
did, it was a torrent.

      "Whoo, take it off Joey!" I took off my letter jacket and gave it to
Michael. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt as I gyrated my hips. My tail swayed
slightly as stripped for the guys. Thankfully I wasn't stepping on it. Yea,
I know it's only level with my ankles, but I was afraid I'd step on it like
I did when I was a little boy. They were all fully clothed, but their cocks
were sticking out. I suggested it. Their exposure wasn't meant to entice me
for my erotic dance, but if they got horny, I didn't want their goods to be
confined. I swung my t-shirt around then rolled I it up and held the ends
in my two hand. I moved it in and out between my legs. I then threw the
shirt to Garett. My hands moved about my furry chest with my fingers
tracing the stripes of my tabby pattern and then my hands flattened and
roamed my body. I rubbed my ass and my crotch, my hand jacked my tail. I
then proceeded to my jeans. My hand went for my zipper and I slowly
unzipped my jeans. I then zipped them up again to give them a
tease. Finally the zipper stayed down. I took its belt and gave it to
Danny. I walked out of the jeans. Who should I give them too? I pitched the
jeans to Simon.

      Prancing, prancing in my undies I was. I kneaded my crotch with my
hand. I wasn't wearing my usual boxer briefs, I was wearing a bikini
brief. I then took it off and threw it to Jorge. Well, my clothes were off,
little to do more. I gave my body another rub down and bowed. The guys
clapped and I put my clothes back on. I asked, "So how did I do?" They all
loved my strip show. It was Danny's idea.


      He told me earlier, "Hey Joey. If you're going to be a model, then
you must learn to radiate sexiness." I scratched my head and said, "Don't I
do that already?" He shook his head and said, "Yea, but this is
different. You'll be parading up and down in a walkway. How about I take
you one day to one of my uncle's shoots or a show? Try to get a feel and
then perhaps you can share the wealth and strip. Do you want to be a
stripper?" My right ear twitched and I looked around for the gnat that
landed on it. I returned to the conversation and said, "I never thought
about it. It'd be nice to get my own money." He smiled, "Good, but we need
to see if you're good at stripping. Anyone can take their clothes off, but
you need to do it in front of people and look good doing it at the same
time. I have an idea. How about you strip for me and the guys?" I said,
"Sure, but don't you think that you'd be biased. You're my friends after
all." Danny thought for a moment and said, "True, but I'm sure you're good
enough for those who don't know you." I then said, "What about my
appearance? Damnit, I look like the family cat. What's sexy about that?
People each have their racial preference, but I'm not human anymore." He
said, "So what? You still have a body shape. Your shape is athletic,
perhaps the most loved of all body types. Hey, if they can't get pass your
feline looks, then they aren't worth the time. This world will have to get
used to someone like you." He pointed at the window to illustrate that
point. Well, that settled that. I was going to model and perhaps strip for
cash.

      It was a test strip show, but it worked well. They all loved it, but
I didn't want money. It was on the house. Danny made his call to his uncle,
Phineas Carmichael. Mr. Carmichael would see me that Saturday at noon. I
would need to bring an 8.5 x 11 picture of me as well as a resume. Danny
said he'd go with me and I appreciated that very much. This was early
November when it was nice and sunny, but the weather soon took a turn for
the worse.

      One night me and the guys rode the bus down to the nearest mall. It's
something that we do regularly. It's a neat thing that two bus routes pass
through the mall. Only one is just two streets away from the dorms
though. The other's about twice the distance. The six of us agreed to meet
at the arcade at 8PM. We then split up and explored the mall.

      Jorge and I walked with each other, clearly open that we were
boyfriends. He went to the underwear section in one department store and
took a package. He said in nearly a whisper, "Do you think I'd look good in
this thong?" The image of a thong clad Jorge frolicked in my head. Jorge
wasn't a very hairy guy. He had an average amount of underarm hair and an
ample amount pubic hair with a line of hair leading to his navel. Hair
lightly lined his arms and legs and his bubbled rear was virtually
hairless. He would look good in a thong, filled with his Mexican-American
manhood. I looked at the shirt racks to find something that would look good
on me, but on sale as well. I found something and we went to pay for our
purchases.


      The others were waiting for us and we left. I started to head towards
the way we came when Garett said, "Where are you going?" I said, "Aren't we
going back on route that we took to get here?" Simon said, "Na, that's on
the other side. There's a route on the other side of that department
store. It'll take us within walking distance." Well I was outvoted so we
waited for the bus to move on by. Michael saw it first. I could have
spotted it first with my catlike eyesight, but I too busy talking to Jorge
discussing when I'd see him wearing the thong. We boarded the bus and it
moved along a very busy street.

      The bus chugged along stopping every so often to pick up and drop off
riders. We soon started to see raindrops splash against the windows soon
after. We finally made it were we were to get off and exited into a
deluge. The rain was pouring so hard, it was like we were in those tropical
countries were it rains for days. It was several blocks back to the
dorms. We ran into a nearby grocery store to get ourselves in order. We
made sure our purchases were secured in their bags before taking a deep
breath. We walked out and sprinted all the way back, never stopping. I
normally like water, but this was one moment my cat side manifested
itself. I yowled pretty much all the way back and that cry echoed the
silent streets. My fur was very damp. We entered the Residence Hall and
went our separate ways.

      Danny started to strip and so did I. My black and white fur was
soaked. I looked quite ridiculous with drenched fur and clothes. I got a
towel and we laid our clothes on it. Danny went to turn on the radio and to
add to our suffering, the station was playing the Eurythmics' "Here Comes
the Rain Again". We both groaned as Danny started to plug in the hair dryer
to dry my fur. The warmth of the air cascaded over my groin and the
pinkness of my dick appeared. Danny blushed and said, "Didn't mean to do
that." I looked down and said, "Don't mind the boner. You're drying me
off. The heat's bound to make me horny." Danny continued his task and got
me sufficiently dry. He felt my arms and legs. He nodded and said, "You're
dry." I said, "Good. Now I can put on my pajamas." I took out a pair of
undies and my pajamas which were nothing more than my high school gym
clothes. My roommate had a look in his eyes, like he wanted to fool
around. Normally I would like to, but Jorge wasn't here. Danny knew that
Jorge and I were steady, but that we enjoyed threesomes. I think Jorge
would of liked to get in on the action, but the monsoon dampened his
mood. So we were just left with the option to look at each other while
playing with ourselves.


      He walked and sat on my bed with me. He grabbed his wiener and I
clutched mine. We started to talk dirty to each other. Err, not really. We
talked about guys in general and things they were doing with each other. We
chatted about the two of us and the others having an orgy. Danny said, "We
should have one at the end of the semester." I said, "Yea. Jorge's pinga
could be going in and out of my ass and at the same time I'd be sucking
Simon's black dong." Danny stroked and said, "Yea, he'd be riding your
tail. We should come up with our own club. We'd call it The Meatbeater's
Club. A club for guys who want to get their rocks off no matter if their
bi, straight, or gay." I fondled my balls and said, "But they would have to
be students only who are around our age. I wouldn't want to see a professor
or some older student getting off." Danny said, "Oh, of course. I know it's
shallow, but it's our club. Then again, I'm not sure straight guys want to
be handling themselves near gays and bis who are doing the same. Oh,
man. I'm almost there." My roomie's hips buckled and his semen shot in an
arc and landed on his face. I was close too. I moaned in pleasure as my cum
flowed from my cockhead and downward coalescing in my bellybutton hidden by
my fur.

      We lay there in silence until Danny said, "Hand me that tissue box."
I handed it to him after taking a few for myself. We cleaned up and threw
away the tissue papers. He then asked, "Can you hand me my undies?" I
walked over to his bed and bent down to pick them up. I went back and
handed them to him. He said as he got off the bed, "Are you tired like me?"
I scratched my balls, but didn't withdraw my claws. I yawned, "Let's get
washed up." We crowded the toilet bowl and peed into it. My bladder was
more full and he moved out of the way to brush his teeth. I went after him
and I turned off the light. Certainly a night to remember, one of those
things that you'll remember when you're old and grey. Will I be like an old
human or an old cat when I'm in my golden years? That's decades away, but I
have a feeling it'll be someplace in between seeing how my life has been so
far. What will be my legacy? I'll probably be the only cat person in
existence. Dad still doesn't know what exactly changed me and neither do
genetic specialists. The image of a world filled with humanoid felines
sickened me. I wouldn't be unique anymore.

      It was finally Saturday, me and Danny go up early and we reached his
uncle's studio at 11:45. A man at the entrance told us to be quite because
Mr. Carmichael was in the middle of a shoot. We sat around seeing Danny's
uncle at work. This session was at an end and while his staff cleaned up,
he approached us. Phineas Carmichael was a chunky man with greying
muttonchops. I would have sworn he would look like one of those 19th
Century presidents if he wasn't wearing a tiedye shirt and shorts. He said,
"Afternoon Danny." My roommate replied, "Afternoon Uncle Phin." Carmichael
looked at me and said, "You must be Joey. Nice to meet you. Why don't we go
to my office to continue our conversation?"


      We walked pass the corner where the shoot took place and entered his
office. He sat down, and then we did. Carmichael pressed the button for the
intercom and said, "Buck, take a message for any calls until I say so." A
male voice, "Sure thing Mr. C" Danny's uncle turned to us and said, "Can I
get you anything? Coffee, tea, milk?" When he said milk, he looked in my
direction. I said, "No thank you." I would have said yes, but it was a bit
embarrassing. Sometimes I'll drink a good swig of milk right out of the
jug. He lit a cigarette and started to smoke. He turned on the vent so that
the smoke could leave the room. I don't like tobacco smoke at all. My nose
gets easily irritated and I sneeze.  It was nice there was a vent or else
I'd already be sneezing up a storm. He asked, "So Joey do you have what I
asked for?" I gave him my folder. He glanced over it and returned it to
me. Carmichael said, "Everything looks in order. Now, let's talk about
you. What species are you?"

      I have often wondered that, trying to come up with an answer to the
question of "What species am I?" I am neither cat nor man, but a blending
of both. Now I was asked that question. Gotta think fast. I blurbed, "Homo
felis." He wrote that down and then asked me, "Now were you born that way
or what?" I said, "I became like this when I was I was five." He nodded and
said, "I see. Well I won't ask for details on the method, but I am
interested about your hair." I said, "Well I'm a shorthair tabby, but the
genes are sorted out that hairs that grow longer do. This is why my hair
looks more like hair." I brushed my hair through my fingers and the hairs
matched the rest of me, black and white. Carmichael started to laugh
uncontrollably. People started to look in and he simmered down. Danny's
uncle got up and twisted the blinds so that no one could see in. He said,
"Sorry about that, but thanks for the laugh. Now what about that tail of
yours?" I said pointing to my fifth limb, "That thing? Laid flat it reaches
my ankles." Mr. Carmichael smiled, "Ever trip over it?" I said, "Not yet."
He nodded and said, "It's time for the professional questions. Do you have
any qualms about modeling? We might ask for you to model underwear." I
shook my head and replied, "No." Mr. Carmichael tapped the cigarette in the
ashtray and placed it back in his mouth. He said, "Good boy. The holiday
season is one of our peak times. People ask for people in all sorts of
clothes. Let's talk about salary. It depends on what our clients ask for,
but the pay's good. The lowest for a newbie like you will be around $25 per
session. Let me ask you this? Is this something you'd like to do full-time
as a profession?" I said, "I'm not sure exactly. I'm going for a psyc
degree." Carmichael said, "No problem in that. A good portion of our models
are college kids who want to make some cash. Now I want you to fill out
this questionnaire. It'll tell me what you're interested in. I'm going to
leave now. Just talk to my secretary when you're done. Danny, no helping
him in filling it out." My roommate's uncle then left us to alone.


      "Well that's my uncle. If you want me to clarify things, just ask." I
asked, "Why all these questions? How comfortable am I with my body?" Danny
said, "Well Uncle has connections with, shall we say, non-mainstream
entertainment." I said, "You mean pornography, don't you?" He snickered,
"If you put it that way. The questionnaire lets him know what you are
comfortable with." I said, "I don't think gays would be turned on by my
posing." Danny moaned, "Idiot. What have we told you? It doesn't matter
what you look like. You're male and you have one fine body shape." I said,
"True, but it'll be like bestiality. True, gay guys may be turned on by me
being male and having a sexy bod, but be turned off due to the fact that
I'm feline. Well, I'm just going to answer truthfully." I then filled out
the form as best and truthfully as I could. What would I answer if I was
human? Danny placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "About earlier, your
hair being just longer cat hair." I glanced over the form to review my
answers and looked up to say, "Yes? What about it?" He said, "Does that
also apply to other areas of your body?" I smiled and said, "Yes and
no. There's no way to distinguish what would be pubic hair from cat
fur. Plus my whiskers are just that. Other facial hair would also be
indistinguishable from cat fur." Danny said, "The world may never know." We
giggled and my roomie asked, "Done?" I nodded and he knocked on the door.

      Phineas Carmichael sat back down and looked the form down. He
exclaimed, "Excellent. We'll start next weekend. I don't want to impede on
your studies." I smiled and said, "Thank you sir." He nodded and asked,
"Any questions?" I shook my head, I couldn't think of any." He said, "Well
it's been a pleasure meeting you." He shook my hand firmly. Danny said,
"Bye Uncle Phin." He smiled and said, "Bye Danny." We then left the studio
and went back to the dorm.

      Who would of thunk it? Me, Joseph Galen Birch, a model. I'm going to
be seen by thousands of people.

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