Chantel and me

We decided that Chantel could accompany me to the next party as we had two gigs for one girl we decided to bring her along to mine as a ‘trainee’. Miranda painted her up that afternoon, accentuating her look as an Oryx, she already had several props so it was easy. Then later that evening we split off. Miranda and Mark going to a bucks night where Miranda was just supposed to serve drinks and Chantel and I went off to a retirement party for a police officer.

We caught an Uber there wearing long jackets and arrived at the pub around 7. We thanked the driver, who had been staring at us the entire ride and got out. The sign on the door said they were closed for a private party and inside we found quite a number of uniformed cops, detectives with badges still on their hips. Most were men, but there were a few women.

We were only standing inside a few moments when a mid-forties guy came up to us in a fairly cheap suit. “Detective Lucas?” I asked.

“Nic, please,” he said looking at Chantel.

“Chantel just started with us, she’s a trainee, so no charge,” I said.

Nic laughed, “Good, cause I blew the whole budget for this shindig on you,” he said. “Now to be clear, you’ve been hired to serve drinks, right? Anything else you choose to do is your choice, right?” he said.

I smiled, “Why Nic. Discretion is one of the key concepts in our business.” I said as I pulled off my coat and hung it on a nearby coat hook. Underneath I was nude, just painted up as a zebra like I had been the night before.

“Woah boys, looks like a couple of animals got loose from the zoo,” someone in the crowd called out as Chantel followed suit.

The crowd quickly turned to look in our direction. There were laughs and jeers. A few of the female cops visibly rolled their eyes. “So, who’s retiring?” I asked Nic.

He put an arm around each of us and indicated with a tilt of his chin an older guy, partially balding with greying hair. “Sargent Milford. He hit retirement a few months back but stayed on to help train his replacement.” Nic’s arms were wrapped around us at chest height and he squeezed my tit.

I nodded, “There’ll be plenty of time for that Nic, but for now, maybe we should say hi to Milford, then start serving drinks. Chantel?” I disentangled myself from Nic and as I stepped away I felt a tug at my tail and moaned.

Nic laughed, “I can’t believe this is a service in this town, but damn, and I'm happy about it,” he said.

I laughed, “And when do you retire Nic?”

He laughed again, “I got twenty more years, but I turn 40 in a couple of weeks,” he said.

I winked at Chantel, “There are discounts if you book at a party,” I said.

His smile broadened, “So, if I wanted to have a private party, just me and a couple of sexy kitty cats?” he asked.

“You can have up to three, but do let us know if you want teeth, we can accommodate, but they take a little fitting to make sure they stay in place while we, play with our food,” I told him.

“Well, three kitty cats to celebrate my 40th. That does sound like fun,” he said as I took Chantel’s fore hoof in my hand and guided her across the room.

“Sargent Milford?” Chantel asked as we approached. He had been staring at us the whole time we walked across the bar. “We’re here to serve drinks tonight, to celebrate your retirement. And if we can help with anything else, please,” Chantel leaned in and wrapped a hook around the back of his neck before kissing him, “you just have to ask.”

I smiled, it hadn’t taken Chantel any time to get used to this idea, she was into it, and I loved it. It also meant that if every person here decided to get in on the fun we could handle them all. If it had just been me, it would have probably been too much.

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