1. DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8


    Date: 11/6/2023, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp 

    ... anyone who might try following my trail completely off my track.

I hoped...

Chapter Eight...

The Present...

I sat on my couch, staring at the bag on my coffee table.

Tim had committed suicide three days ago. Since then I've tried hard to act normal. On the subway, on the street, I felt as if I was being watched, being followed. I started bunching my long hair up inside wide-brimmed hats to hide my blonde hair and face from cameras. I slouched and wore flats to disguise my height. I was constantly looking over my shoulder. My paranoia lessened a little with each day but... But I still jumped if there was a noise behind me.

Marla heard about Tim. She seemed to believe my story that I'd been in a taxi headed for my debut inCATS! when Tim must have jumped. I'd told her that Tim seemed depressed and wanted a blow job but had sent me away immediately after coming in my mouth. It had already been reported on the news that the police had officially ruled Tim's death as a suicide. Marla seemed satisfied that there wouldn't be an investigation and had let the matter drop.

I wanted to drop the matter also. As in, drop this stupid fucking bag into a deep river! I'd pushed the bag under my bed and for three days had tried to ignore it. Tonight, I'd decided to look. I just couldn't make my hands reach for the bag's zipper. Screwing up my resolve, I reached to unzip the bag. The stale odor of cum and sweat hit my nose. It had been hot in that much fur. I pulled parts ...
    ... of my cat costume out. There wasn't a single washing instruction or tag on any of the items.

For a brief second, I thought of having the costume dry cleaned... Fuck no! My dry cleaner would never look at me the same if I brought a cum covered cat costume into his establishment. With no better idea of what to do, I filled my tub with warm water and squirted a generous amount of dishwashing liquid in before adding the costume. While pushing the parts around in the sudsy water to get them completely wet, I just hoped the fur wouldn't begin to molt or whatever it is fur does.

Leaving the costume to soak, I returned to my staring match with the bag. The bag won, and I began pulling out the bundles of cash Tim had stuffed in. The first bundles were all hundred-dollar bills. I started counting bills. The more I counted, the more excited I became. When I reached fifty it seemed like half of one bundle, so I figured there were 100, hundred-dollar bills in the bundle. I got my calculator and...Holy Fucking Shit!Ten thousand dollars a bundle!!! I quickly pulled all the bundles out of the bag and stacked them on my coffee table. Twenty bundles. That meant... I got my calculator and whooped for joy!Two hundred thousand dollars!!

I got off the couch to dance around the room. I slid on the exposed sections of my waxed hardwood floor in my socks like Tom Cruise in that movie I couldn't remember the name of. I danced with my knees pumping high and fast like what's-her-name in Flash ...
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