Big Cats

I was awoken from my slumber by a pounding on my front door. Groggily, as it repeated twice more, I slipped on an oversized shirt and headed out to answer it. Opening my door revealed a very tall white tigress in a matching white Winter Spa uniform which consisted of a short sleeve shirt and sweat pants. She must have been a good six feet tall. But surprisingly only C-cup breasts. Long, jet black hair adorned her head and was done up in a pony tail. I found her quite beautiful, actually.

In one hand she had a portable massage table, in the other was a clipboard and around her waist were all her supplies. "Katherine Ringold?" she asked in greeting before looking up.

This woman was the worst person I had ever met at hiding their inner monologue. The moment she saw me, her eyes went wide in shock and her lips mouthed a "whoa." At least she liked what she saw. I was only mildly annoyed, my grogginess starting to rub off, being replaced by horniness.

"That's me. You must be Michelle," I greeted with a yawn.

"Yes, ma'am. Michelle Sanu. Pleased to meet you. I have a few more things to bring in if you want to show me a good place to unpack and setup the table, I can do that while you shower and change if you want," she suggested, immediately snapped back to being professional.

She was good. Very good already. "Actually I took a shower last night. But I will freshen up and eat some breakfast while you get settled in," I countered.

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed as she followed me inside.

"You can move the coffee table and set up in the living room, or you can use the guest bedroom which is just straight down the hall," I offered.

"I think I will just set up in the bedroom," she said and got to work whilst I ate some cereal, drank a couple cups of coffee and took a moment to brush my hair, tail teeth and the rest of my fur.

Michelle wasn't quite finished bringing stuff in setting up, so I grabbed another thing of coffee and curled up on the couch. Eventually, though she was done and took a moment to relax in a chair nearby. By then, the diaper was beginning to lose it's effectiveness and I was growing wetter. This meant my scent was starting to spread out. "So? Miss Ringold, what do you want to do first?"

I drank some coffee to keep myself from blurting out something wrong. Shrugging, I replied with, "You're the professional. You're the boss."

The tigress gave a "Fair enough" nod and thought about it for a moment.