Action!

Angel weighted the options in her mind. Doing such an intense and demanding scene, especially right after her scene with Kyle and her fun with Sabrina this morning, would be physically and emotionally exhausting. ‘But if I don’t try it,’ Angel thought to herself, ‘I’ll always wonder if I could have done it.’ Her mind made up, Angel turned to Kaitlyn and smiled. “Let’s go for it.”

Kaitlyn beamed a smile. “Great!” The panthress pointed to a garment bag hanging on a clothing rack beside them. “Your outfit is in there. Remember, here we talk tough and act tough, but it’s all a show for the cameras. No one’s gonna really hurt you. And remember – ‘calico.’” Kaitlyn hugged Angel tenderly. “You’ll do fine. As soon as you’re dressed, Mark and Bob will take you to your first mark for the scene.” With that, Kaitlyn left to get dressed.

Angel opened the garment bag to find a simple white bra and cotton white panties, a thick button down blouse, a plaid calf-length school girl dress, white knee highs, and Mary Jane loafers. The blouse had buttons on it, but it was held in place instead by hidden Velcro, and the buttons seemed to be attached to the Velcro strips somehow. The skunked laughed as she got dressed. She couldn’t imagine anyone thinking she was a schoolgirl, but what the heck? ‘This was showbiz,’ Angel told herself. ‘If I believe it, the audience will believe it.’ With that Angel pulled her luscious white locks into two pig tails, one on each side of her head. She looked in the mirror and giggled. At that moment she heard a voice beside her. Angel turned to see two large wolverines in mobster-type suits and sunglasses. “Ready to go, Angel?” one of them asked in a cute and surprisingly high voice. Angel nodded, and the pair escorted her to a small oak door at the very edge of the set.

An offstage voice called out. “All actors are on marks. Filming begins in five…four…three…two…one.” Again, Angel heard the soft one second hum, then immediately she heard arguing coming from the other side of the door.

“Drake, you’ve already taken thirty percent of my casino. Now you want forty-five percent? I won’t be able to stay in business!”

Kyle’s normally soft and kind voice boomed with a soft, methodical fierceness that made Angel’s legs buckle a bit. “This is my town, Max. You do business in my town, you pay me homage. Otherwise things become unpleasant.” Mark and Bob quickly supported her. The one with the cute voice whispered, “You okay?” Angel nodded, preparing herself for her entrance.

The other voice tried to sound brave as it responded. “Drake, there is nothing you can say or do that will make me give over any more of my business to you. I have a family to provide for, and I will protect them with my dying breath.”

“That’s our cue,” the cute, squeaky voice whispered as they grabbed Angel’s arms, barely holding her but their muscles bulging through their suits as if they had her pinned tightly. Kyle’s voice spoke from the other side of the door. “You say you have to protect your family? You cannot protect your family from me.”

With that the wolverines pushed the door in, “dragging” the struggling and screaming skunk. As she “fought” against her captors, she noticed Kyle…Drake, rather, wearing a very nicely tailored suit that showed off his strong form and standing by a pool table in the dimly lit room. An older skunk sat in a chair by the desk. Kaitlyn – Deidre, rather, in a black suit coat and slacks designed to show off her sexy and strong form, stood to the skunk’s right. The moment Angel and her guards came in, the older skunk stood and cried out, “Amber! No!” The moment he stood, however, the panthress’ arm shot out, almost invisibly, chopping the skunk playing her father in the throat. From Angel’s vantage point, she could tell the blow never connected, but it was so close, and the older skunk’s collapse into the chair and gasping for air would have convinced anyone who didn’t know better. Angel silently shook herself, remembering she was Amber, the older skunk’s daughter, and that her and her “father” were at the sadistic whims of the lupine crime boss Drake and his deadly lieutenant. “Daddy!” the skunk femme cried out in frightful anguish.

Her “father” replied, tears gathering in his eyes. “Daddy’s right here, Amber. I won’t let them hurt you.”

Drake’s face cracked the smallest of smiles, making him look even more wicked and demonic. “That’s right, Max. Promise her it’ll be alright. Promise her things you have no prayer of fulfilling.” The two wolverines pushed the skunk girl towards Drake. He caught her deftly, holding her close and pinning her arms to her side with his strong arms, his paws rubbing the tender girl’s chest through her blouse. Amber tried to squirm away but in vain. Deidre licked her lips hungrily, her dark eyes full of animal lust and the promise of pain. Drake looked at his lieutenant. “Miss Amber here just had her eighteenth birthday, did she not?”

“Three days ago, sir,” Deidre purred hungrily.

“That means we can put little Amber here in one of our brothels. I know a lot of johns who’d pay good money to play with a tender toy like this.”

“NO!” Amber screamed.

Drake immediately slapped her face. The blow resounded across the room as Amber gasped in pain and fear. Taking the initiative, Drake took out a handkerchief from his pocket and crammed it into Amber’s mouth. “Bitches should be seen and fucked, not heard,” he whispered in her ear.

Max’s eyes went wide in horror. “Not even you would be so cruel, Drake.”

“Deidre, get the box from my desk. Boys, stand over there by Max. Make sure he stays seated so he can enjoy the show.” Drake paused to look directly into Max’s eyes. “His life and the life of his daughter depend on him staying seated for the show.”

“Gotcha, boss.” The wolverine with the cute voice said in a surprisingly menacing baritone.

With that, Drake grabbed Amber’s arms and held them behind her back, trapping them between her pinned frame and Drake’s massive form. Deidre sat a long wooden box on the pool table by Drake, then pulled out a long, slender knife and pointed it at Amber.