by Simon Archer
“No joke,” I said, stepping forward. “Fire ‘em up. They’re in perfect working order.”
“That I will.” Theo’s face was almost angry as he climbed up on one of the backhoes, started it, and tested the arm function. That anger turned to confusion after it performed perfectly.
“How the hell did you…?” he trailed off, most likely feeling the same disbelief I had.
“I had help,” I said. I took ahold of Kennedi’s hand and led her over until we were standing directly in front of Theo. “This is Kennedi. Kennedi, meet Mr. Cavanaugh.”
Theo’s expression softened slightly, and he offered his hand to shake.
“I’ve heard about you cat girls. This, though…” He gestured to the equipment. “I had no idea.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kennedy said as the happiness came back onto her face. She stepped out from behind me and shook Theo’s hand.
“Alright, you two. Are you hungry?” Theo asked us with a rather sudden subject change.
I hadn’t thought about it before he mentioned eating, but I hadn’t eaten since early that morning.
“Yes, I could eat,” I answered.
Theo turned and headed toward the barn door. He called back over his shoulder, “I’ll do you the favor of reminding you to wash up before walking into my wife’s kitchen. There’s a bathroom in that back corner.” Then he was gone.
Ten minutes later, after Kennedi and I had washed up, we knocked on the door to the Cavanaugh’s house. Theo answered and stepped aside, ushering us in. Then he led us down a short hall. The first room off the hall was a large, light yellow, updated kitchen with stainless steel appliances and lemon-patterned decorations everywhere.
Standing in the kitchen was a short woman with pitch-black, bra-strap length hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. She couldn’t have been taller than five-foot-three and was slightly heavyset but not obese by any means. She turned when she heard us stop. Her light blue eyes were highlighted by black lashes, and she had an instant smile for us.
Theo walked over and stood beside the woman. “Clark, Kennedi, this is my beautiful wife, Beverly,” he said and turned to her. “This is Clark and Kennedi. They just made quick work of fixing my backhoes.”
“Thank you for having us in your home, Beverly,” I told her. “We appreciate your hospitality.”
“Please, call me Bev. And you are welcome.” She walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen and offered her hand to Kennedi while looking at me.
Kennedi reached out and shook her hand. Bev looked at her and asked, “why don’t you come in here with me while those two go jawing in the living room? I have just a few minutes before dinner is ready,”
Kennedi looked to me for approval to stay with Bev, so I nodded at her. She stepped into the kitchen and followed Bev around the island. Theo started walking down the hall again, and I followed him. I wasn’t incredibly comfortable leaving Kennedi, but I didn’t want to be rude to our hosts either.
“She’ll be in good hands with Bev,” Theo said as if to calm my nerves.
We walked past the dining room and into a dimly lit living room. We took seats opposite each other in leather loungers. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that the entire room was decorated with a desert theme. Sand, orange, and brown colors gave it an inviting feel.
“Where are you two headed next?” Theo asked.
“Not positive,” I admitted. “I was headed for Vegas and then maybe the back mountains in Idaho for some survival camping, but it’ll take a bump in finances to get there. Do you know anyone else looking for help near here?”
Theo paused as he thought it over. His expression changed several times before he said, “not that I can think of right away.” He stood up and looked at the end table beside him, and then at the one beside me. “Well, hell, I didn’t even get us drinks,” he said, seemingly shocked at his forgetfulness. “I’ll grab us some scotch and then let you in on the scoop around here.” Before I could accept or decline the offer, he was off to pour the two of us drinks.
3
Beverly
In the thirty-two years I’d been married to Theo, he’d never once offered our barn loft to a hired hand. It seemed a bit odd, but I was certain he had a reason. Until I found out what that was, I would just have to see what this cat girl thing could do in a kitchen.
“Kennedi, is it?” I asked.
“Yes. Thank you for allowing me to help with dinner,” Kennedi replied politely. “What would you like me to do?”
“I already peeled the potatoes. They're over in the sink. Go ahead and grab the big pot on the stove, fill it with water, and toss the potatoes in,” I directed her.
“Yes, Beverly.”
“Bev. Call me Bev.”
“Of course,” Kennedi acknowledged as she headed toward the stove.
I opened the refrigerator and took out veggies to make a salad and sat at the island to shred lettuce. My back was to the stove when I heard a huge BANG!
Then another.
BANG! BANG!
I heard three more before I could turn around. When I did, I was completely confused. Kennedy was standing at the sink, arms full of potatoes, and she was throwing them into the pot that was across the room on the stove!
“No! No!” I shouted, rushing over to her to block her next throw. “Why are you throwing potatoes?”
Kennedi looked a little shocked at the question. “You asked me to fill the pot and toss the potatoes in. Am I throwing incorrectly?” she asked me, so innocent and serious.
“Darling,” I said, chuckling right out loud, “‘toss the potatoes’ is just an expression, not to be taken literally. It just means to PUT the potatoes in the pot.”
“Ah! I think I understand. How do I know when I really am supposed to throw something?” Kennedi was in learning mode.
“Look around you at the time, dear,” I told her. “Very seldom are things thrown inside a house. If you are outside or in a bigger building, there’s a better chance that throwing is acceptable.”
Kennedi just stopped, and her eyes went blank for a moment. It was really only a few seconds, but I was rather creeped out. Then suddenly, she blinked and smiled directly at me.
”Thank you, Bev. I filed the information so I won’t throw things inappropriately again,” she said gratefully.
All I could do was giggle to myself as I went back to making the salad, and Kennedi started gently putting potatoes in the pot. I never understood the point in having a CG, but this one sure seemed entertaining to be around.
4
“The Rusty Bucket is one to avoid. Nothing but thugs,” Theo said. He was giving me the rundown on which local businesses were worth frequenting while I was in town and which ones weren’t.
“I appreciate the tip, Theo,” I said. “Bars aren’t really my scene anyhow. I’m more of a dinner party or cocktail party kind of guy.”
“Dinner is ready,” Bev called to us.
Theo and I stood and walked to the dining room. The table looked like something straight out of a TV show. There were platters laid out with roasted chickens, serving bowls with steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes, baskets with crescent rolls and dishes with butter. Up until today, I didn’t ever remember just the sight of a meal making me hungry, but this one did.
“Have a seat, you must be starving,” Bev instructed, waving her arm towards the far side of the table.
“It is impossible for me to starve,” Kennedi stated matter-of-factly as she walked in from the kitchen.
Bev laughed. “One of those expressions again darling… Means ‘you must be very hungry.’”
Kennedi froze momentarily. Then she blinked, smiled, and said, “Thank you!” as she took her seat. It seemed as though Bev and Kennedi had become fast friends.
The meal tasted as good as it looked. The chicken was fall-off-the-bone-tender, and the mashed potatoes were perfectly seasoned with garlic and butter. The veggies had a crisp texture when I bit into them. Ev
en the rolls were perfectly golden-brown. By the time we were all finished eating, the platters and bowls were nearly empty. I learned that CGs didn’t need to eat but could if the social situation called for it.
After his last bite of roast chicken, Theo pushed his chair back slightly and cleared his throat. “I’ve been thinking, Clark,” he started, “there may be a way around here for you to earn the cash you need. It’s not conventional by any means, though.” He shot a quick glance at Bev. Her expression reminded me of a caution sign.
“What kind of ‘unconventional’ are we talking?” I asked.
“Look, I saw your work in the barn. Even though you had help for speed, the work was quality. I can tell by the way you speak and carry yourself that you’re an educated man as well. Lastly, you are strong. Very strong. I saw your build before you put your shirt back on. Those are all just the kind of attributes needed for a place on the Platform,” Theo ended.
“I appreciate the vote of confidence, but what is a platform?” I was curious, but that look of caution on Bev’s face had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
Bev jumped in. “It’s nothing to be explained at the table. Theo can take you to look into it tomorrow.” Her tone made it very clear that the topic was now closed to discussion.
After dinner was finished, Bev and Theo walked Kennedi and I back to the barn and showed us to the loft. When they were satisfied that we had everything we needed for the night, they left us and went back into the house.
The loft was surprisingly clear of dust. There was a metal-framed double bed, nightstand with a lamp, dresser, footlocker, and an old orange lounger with several tears in the upholstery. There was a window overlooking the long driveway leading to the house. It was framed by beige and brick red checkered curtains.
Kennedi put her right hand on the window and stood still for several moments. I had no idea what she was doing. That changed quickly.
“It’s going to get down to thirty-two degrees tonight,” she informed me. “How many blankets are on the bed?” she continued, a concerned look on her face.
“I’ll grab some extras out of the trunk,” I said as I turned towards the door.
“No, let me. You have had a long day, my Clark,” Kennedy said before walking over to me and grasping my hand.
She led me over to the chair and pushed me down into it. She turned around and went across the room to get a blanket out of the footlocker. Not five seconds later, she was bent over, tight little ass in the air, barely covered by her miniscule skirt. I once again noticed the curvature between her hips and waist and recalled imagining what I’d do with it. That fucking hard-on was back, and I no longer felt like leaving shit to my imagination.
Kennedi looked back over her shoulder when she felt me slide my hands over her ass and along her curves, pushing her skirt up to reveal a black lace thong. I stopped my hands at the top of her hips and pulled her back until her ass was rubbing against my cock through my jeans. I looked her in the eyes.
Her lips parted, and she bit the bottom one just a little and smiled a tiny bit. That mouth was something I wanted to see around my dick. I liked a good blow job to take a decent while, but right now, I just wanted to fuck her right over the footlocker until her legs were shaking, and I’d blown my load as far up in her as I could get. I happen to be very well endowed, so even some human bitches couldn’t take all of me. I had a feeling Kennedi could, and I was going to find out right now.
Kennedi stood up in front of me, still facing away. I felt her tail curl around my leg as she reached behind her back and unbuttoned my jeans with a quickness. She pushed them down, taking my boxers down with them. When her hand wrapped around my dick, she gasped.
“A treasure I’ve found,” she whispered softly.
“A treasure I’m going to fuck you with.” I placed my hand on her back and pushed her until she was bent back over the footlocker again.
She grabbed the railing with both hands and pushed her ass a little higher in the air. I heard a quiet moan escape her lips when I ripped her thong off. She was already wet, and I could feel her tight pussy throbbing around the head of my cock when I dipped it into her. I pulled back out slowly before giving her all of it, and she whined like I’d just taken away her candy. I put my foot up on the footlocker and pushed the head of my dick back in, savoring the warmth and tightness of her. That time I didn’t stop. I watched her cunt pulse as I buried my full length into her. She was so fucking tight, and the rhythmic clamping of her pussy around me was quickly inching me closer to cumming. I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to finish yet.
I grabbed her waist just at the top of her hips, right where I’d been wanting to all day. I pushed her forward, sliding her off my dick. Right before I was completely out, I paused. She moaned even louder and tried to back onto me.
I leaned over her back, keeping on the head of my cock in her, and whispered, “You want it, Kennedi?”
She wound her tail around my back and tried to pull me into her. Her voice was breathy as she begged me, “Fuck me, Clark. I want all of you in me now!”
I gave her what she wanted. I shoved my dick into her hard. She moaned. I pulled out and shoved inside her again, pulling back on her hips to get as deep in her as possible. “Yes!” she called out. Holy fuck, she was so tight. Seeing her pussy slide over my cock as I plunged into her again and again had me straining not to cum. I pulled out once again, and she arched her back.
“I’m going to cum all over your cock. Please give it to me, please!” she begged. Just the thought of her cunt constricting around my dick as she orgasmed almost made me lose control. I pulled hard on her hips and thrust into her. Her moan was almost a scream of pleasure. I pulled out, then thrust again. Her screams got louder. I backed out of her one last time and watched as the full length of my dick plunged back inside her. I felt her pussy clamp down on me as she started to cum.
“No fucking way!” Kennedi screamed when she heard me grunt with the power of my thrust. “No fucking way!”
I felt my own load building. I pulled halfway out, shoved myself balls-deep back inside her, and felt the explosive force as the first of my cum shot into her. Her cunt pulsed and squeezed around my dick, drawing one explosion of cum after another from me, until finally, we were both completely spent.
5
The next morning I opened my eyes and snapped them shut again. The new day's sunshine streaming through the sliver of the window that the curtains didn’t cover was intolerably bright. I turned my head away and slowly blinked to adjust. When I finally got my eyes opened and focused, I saw two bright green eyes, inches away from my face, staring at me. I jerked back, startled, and not awake enough at first to process that it was Kennedi who was staring at me.
“Holy hell, Kennedi,” I snapped, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, facing away from her. “Why are you staring at me like that? You freaked me the fuck out.”
“I was not trying to freak you out. I was waiting for you to wake up so I could give you that,” I heard her say.
I looked back at her, and my gaze followed her outstretched arm and pointed finger to a tray at the end of the bed. The tray had fresh biscuits, chopped strawberries, an omelet covered in cheese, sausage, bacon, and a gravy boat filled with what looked like white sausage gravy for the biscuits. Basically, it was heaven on a tray.
“Oh,” I said as I rubbed my eyes with my fists. “Sorry for snapping at you.”
Kennedy crawled to the end of the bed and jumped. She cleared the footlocker and tray, twisted mid-air, and landed on her feet facing me. She picked up the tray which was attached to a stand, and carried it over to me, setting it just to my left.
“Looks great,” I told her. “I’ll be back to eat it in just a minute.”
I climbed down the ladder to the main barn area and crossed to the side opposite me where the bathroom was. I noticed the wide array of tools Theo had carefully hung on the walls of the barn. Sickles, rakes, ch
ains, hoes, shovels, and every type of hand gardening tool known to man.
A few minutes later, I was back in the loft, sitting in the chair, eating my breakfast. The biscuits were flaky and melted in my mouth. The omelet had a spice to it, like just the right amount of cayenne pepper had been added. The aroma of the fresh strawberries drifted up at me. The berries were perfectly sweet without being too ripe and gave the meal a lightness to contrast the biscuits and gravy.
Kennedi had made the bed while I ate and was curled in a ball on top of the comforter, licking the back of her hands and arms. Occasionally she’d rub her hand over one pointed ear and go back to licking.
“What are you doing?” I asked, having an idea about not wanting to assume.
“Giving myself a bath,” she answered without pause. “I can give you a bath when you’re done eating if you’d like?”
“No, I’m good. Us humans use showers.”
She must’ve caught a hint of ‘gross’ in my voice because she stopped and looked up at me.
“My saliva is not like yours,” she retorted. “I can change it from what mimics human saliva to what I’m using now. It’s an extremely powerful antiseptic that is completely odorless and kills nearly 100% of germs, bacteria, viruses, and parasites. Us CGs will never be responsible for the spread of illness or disease.”
“That’s just a little freaky but makes complete sense from a logical point of view,” I admitted.
“There is something else it’s good for,” Kennedy said, unfolding herself and coming over by me. “Let me have your left hand.”