“What’s that?” John asks pointing at me.

“This is Mitzy. My pussy. I just met with Paul and got her modified...” he explains absently.

I slunk forward and rubbed affectionately against Steve. He tousled my hair and ears.

John grunted. “We do goos work.” He noted.

I basked in my owners attention. Would it be so terrible to be stuck like this? A part of me was horrified. But mostly I was aroused by the thought. They both were attracted to me and that made me giddy as a playful kitten. “Yes. That’s why I want your company. You’re the leader in the field... look you’d best go. I have to arrange for my dummy companies to finalise the share purchases and transfer them to me so I can consolidate them. And with you misadvising the other shareholders there will be more on the market to acquire...” he says.

“Yeah. The false report went out today.” John says. “Could I...” He motions at Mitzy.

“No. She’s mine...” Steve says firmly.

John shrugs, climbs back in his sports car and drives off.

Steve turns and walks with me to his house. He leads me in and takes me to my room. I blink when I see it. It’s not what I expected. A bed. En-suite. Clothes. I stare, knowing that Mitzy wouldn’t know how to be a human. Dress in clothes. Use a toilet. A tap. A door handle. That would all be outside her experience.

“This is your room girl. Now when will that trainer arrive...”