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Get Published on Female First
Justin sat in the black leather chair and slowly turned one way and the other in a strangely graceful motion. The repetitive movement calmed him, but every pass of the chair highlighted the piece of bright white paper with insults scrawled over it lying on the desk. With every turn he saw that sheet and his tension rose, radiating out of his shoulders and passing down his back. He had no choice though; the fiasco with Laura had left him alone. Perhaps if she hadn’t come home early and caught him... Best not to think about it. He moved faster as he tried to rid himself of the feelings of shame and guilt. He hadn’t asked for these obsessions, they just happened and the only way to reduce them was with alcohol, and he had no wish to pass the next six months in a daze.
Pushing back from the desk he rose and stalked away from the chair. The violent movement made him feel better, as did the pacing as he appeared to wear a path in the small office carpet. It was ironic really that he was alone, after all, with his good looks he ought to have girls lining up, but instead Laura had put ‘the fear of God’ into him.
He stopped and stretched, enjoying the feeling of silk as it shifted across his muscles; he worked out and most people described him as a Jude Law in looks but with the body of a surfer. In school he hadn’t been tall, hell, he still wasn’t now, so he had made sure his body was fit, trying to make himself the opposite of a victim. He knew he was handsome and had made himself the epitome of male desirability. As he entered a room he was aware that all eyes would turn to him and remain on him. He was always surprised how many of those eyes were male, not that he minded, he liked attention and a brief warning soon made any admirers realise he was firmly heterosexual. He took pride in his physique, in his broad shoulders and narrow waist, but perhaps what was most striking was his hair. It fell to his waist in a shaggy cut that could only be described as mane-like and its’ colour was old gold.
Justin was an unusual man with enough magnetism to hold a roomful of attention and keep it with his self-assured movements and grace. Laura had once described him, before the incident, as a man who was totally comfortable in his own skin. It gave him an attractiveness that was addictive.
Except that his sexual preferences were somewhat different to those of others. With Laura he had tried to hide it and give her what he knew she wanted. He had gone against his polygamous nature and given his all to nurturing the relationship Laura needed. He had hoped that after she had seen his true proclivity and run out of the house she would just disappear. But what was the old adage? Never date someone at work? He understood that now. The rumours and sneers had become so bad that he had to take up the situation with his boss, Miss Rebecca Cob.
He walked into her office and sat in the rather awkward seat. Automatically he made himself as comfortable as possible by stretching his legs and throwing an arm over the back of the chair. Rebecca watched him with a slight smile on her face. Once he was settled, she got up, walked around him and locked the door. He scowled, not sure how this meeting was going to unfold.
“I’ve heard the rumours,” she said, walking back to her chair.
Justin’s face became expressionless as he tried to appear nonchalant. “I don’t know what to do... I can always leave.” Weariness stole over him and he realised that he would, despite loving his job. He just wanted to be left alone.
“Under no circumstances will you be leaving,” she stated calmly. “This treatment is tantamount to bullying, so Laura will be reprimanded.” She glanced at his shocked face, squinting over her glasses. “Is it true?”
Justin froze. For a second he had thought it would be fine, that he could stay...
“Justin,” Rebecca said with a smile, “are you a furry?”
He blinked for a moment, his composure gone. She had used the colloquial term and not ‘zoophile’. He knew that this could be a mistake and he was putting his career on the line but he nodded, not completely trusting his voice.
“Good,” she said, sitting back in her seat with a smile.
He leaned slightly forward, anxious and surprised. “Are you?” His voice sounded rough and too low.
“Oh yes.”
Justin couldn’t believe it. Rebecca! He hadn’t seen that coming. He’d moved here over a year ago and thought he was the only one in the area. “Yip?”
Rebecca didn’t answer but gave him a knowing smile. Justin sighed with relief. She was furry and a yip, which meant there had to be a group, a sexually active one at that.. He could find people he wouldn’t have to hide his true nature from.
“Looking at you I would have thought you’re a Leo.”
“It’s the hair? Right?” he said, amused.
Rebecca nodded. “That, and the fact you are probably the strongest alpha I’ve seen in ages.”
Justin leant back and felt himself relax. “Yourself?”
“Lets just say my last name has not always been Cob.”
That was all he needed to know. She was a horse in her alter ego and unfortunately a prey animal for a lion, not a potential mate.
“Are you coming to the convention?” It had been an innocent question from Rebecca but had opened a huge new world.
Now Justin sat in front of a piece of paper, trying to put together an advert so that he could find a mate, or rather a pride. Finally, he stopped pacing and walked over to the desk. Moving the chair out of the way and leaning over he wrote just six words:
Six tails wanted for sexual pride.