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  Catgirls Can Do It!

  Build-A-Catgirl Book 2

  Simon Archer

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  4. Ellie

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  14. Bev

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  19. Charlie

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  23. Jag

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  29. Krysta

  30. Kennedi

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  34. From the shadows

  A Note from the Author

  1

  “How do you do, Mrs. Trainor?” Macy asked sweetly of the plump woman who walked through the door with a shy, brunette cat girl at her side. “Welcome to Vice Grip Solutions.” Macy wound her jet-black tail around the shy CG, took the fifty-something woman by the arm as though they’d been best friends forever, and walked them to the last available pod inside the store. The pods were semi private, walled off areas throughout the store where customers could explain their experiences with CGs and learn more about what modification would do for them.

  From my seat in my office, separated from the showroom by only a glass wall, I could see Macy and Mrs. Trainor chatting it up like long-lost sisters. Macy was a natural at customer service and sales. Now that she had been modified to keep the company who made her, Omnicorp, from illegally sending viruses into her operating system for data retrieval, she was no longer the scared, timid cat girl she used to be. Her true personality was sweet and bubbly, instantly charming whoever she spoke with. She loved being around people, and when she wasn’t at the store, she was helping her owner, Leah Lindy, run the UsForThem foundation.

  I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. Kennedi had come in a door at the back of my office.

  “How is training going?” I asked her.

  I still marveled at how my life had changed since Kennedi and I had met. She was being held prisoner and treated like a slave when I found her. I’d stopped to cash in some jewelry at a pawn shop on my way through Elko, Nevada, and there she was, covered with blood from beatings, but still smiling at me. Even then, she was beautiful with raven-black hair, orange tail, and bright green eyes.

  Kennedi swiveled around and sat on my desk, hiking up her skirt just enough to show a considerable amount of thigh. She knew how to distract me like no other, and she found it humorous to do so.

  “It’s done. We now have three trained girls who can perform the modifications,” she said sweetly. “Come with me, and I’ll show you how well they’re doing.” She stood up, picked up my hand, and tugged on me to get up.

  “It will have to be quick. Charlie and Leah are on their way.” I raised an eyebrow. “We’re doing lunch with them, remember?”

  Charlie and Leah Lindy were some of our very best friends. Kennedi and I had met them at an Omnicorp party we’d attended when I was a Platform champion. While the Platform was a fight that took place for a snobby, bored, rich crowd, Charlie and Leah were different. They owned three of Elko’s largest casino hotels but were still as down-to-earth and considerate as possible. We’d become friends almost instantly. Then Charlie and I went into business together, and Leah started the UsForThem Foundation to fight for the ethical treatment of cat girls.

  Kennedi smiled innocently. “Yes, I remember. We are going to Belavi, yes?” she asked.

  Belavi was Elko’s most popular new restaurant. It was owned by Theo and Beverly Cavanagh and managed by another one of my cat girls, Ellie. Theo and Bev were an older couple whose world had become eternally intertwined with mine. I’d met Theo and Bev after I’d spent all my money to buy Kennedi and needed work to get me out of Elko. Theo gave us a place to crash and some cash for fixing a couple of tractors he’d had issues with. After that, he’d introduced me to the Platform which was the ironic beginning of the adventure that led to me bringing down Omnicorp and the entire Platform competition.

  Bev and Ellie had formed an unbreakable bond over food as Bev taught Ellie how to cook. The two of them were so good that it would’ve been a disservice to not share their gifts with the public. After winning a large sum of money betting on my Platform match and investing in my new CG modification company, Theo had bought and opened the restaurant for them. We ate there every chance we got, and all our business meetings were held in one of their private dining rooms.

  “Yes, we are going to Belavi’s. I’m sure Ellie is prepping those amazing turkey wrap appetizers as we speak. Now, let’s go look at your girls before Theo eats all my wraps,” I said, mocking impatience as I stood up. Theo spent a lot of his time at the restaurant, making sure Bev had everything she needed. His one passion always seemed to be making sure his wife was happy.

  The door at the back of my office led to a well-lit supply room. One wall of the room was neatly stacked with shelves holding equipment we needed to run the store. The rest of the room was filled with loungers and tables for training new CGs that would be working for us. Three of the loungers were occupied by cat girls doing practice modifications on test systems Kennedi and I had built. Another cat girl of mine, Krysta, was among the three trainees. I had rescued Krysta from one of the evil executives at Omnicorp after I’d seen the bastard mistreat her.

  I glanced over the catgirls’ work to check their efficacy. Each was doing a perfect job.

  Kennedi also had her own workspace in the supply area, which looked pretty similar to the rest of the meeting tables, except hers had a picture frame holding the photo that the nine of us, Theo, Bev, Ellie, Charlie, Leah, Macy, Krysta, her, and I had taken the day we opened the store.

  “You are an amazing trainer, Miss Kennedi,” I told her as she stepped over to get something off one of the shelves.

  She just looked back at me and shrugged as if to say, ‘It was nothing.’ I watched as she bent over to look on one of the bottom shelves. From where I was standing, I could see that delicious curve between her waist and ass again. I thought back to the first time I’d seen her and the difficulty I’d had controlling my body’s reaction to her. I walked to the back of the room and opened the door leading out of the building to the employee parking lot.

  “Krysta, you and your other girls here can take the rest of the day off,” I said and ushered the three trainees out. I turned back to Kennedi, who was still bent over, perky little ass in the air. I walked up behind her and ran my hands along that curve until they were in that perfect spot that gave me the ability to move her any way I pleased. There was only one thing on my mind.

  This time I don’t have to control my reaction to her.

  When she felt my hands on her body, Kennedi turned her head so she could see me, and bit her bottom lip just a little. I slid my hands up to her waist and pulled her upright. She reached back, grabbing my thighs with both hands as she pulled me tight against her ass. Then she started gently grinding against my groin. She arched her back, laid her head on my chest, and turned her desire-filled face upwards toward mine. I leaned down and lightly brushed her pouty, pink lips with my tongue before softly pressing my mouth to hers. She moaned and pushed her ass against me with more force. My already rock hard cock strained against
my pants, wanting to get to her. When our lips separated, I slid my hands around the front of her and pulled the neck of her shirt down until both supple breasts were exposed.

  “Touch me, Clark,” Kennedi whispered. Her breathing was getting more rapid, and she started to rotate her hips a little faster. I slowly traced each of her breasts with my fingers, making feather-light circles toward her nipples. I watched them get hard the closer I got. Just before my fingers were going to glide over them, I pulled my hands away. “No,” she whined and arched against me, sending a shudder through my groin.

  “I want to taste you,” I breathed into her ear. I put my hands on her waist again and slowly turned her around without separating us. Her perky, milky white breasts pressed against me, and she slid her hands up my chest and around my neck. I kept her close to me as I took a step back, away from the end of the filing cabinet, turned, and pushed her back against the wall. Her tail slinked up under my shirt and around my back. She reached to the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head until it was off. She threw it aside and pushed her bare nipples against my chest.

  “Mmm,” she moaned when she felt our heated skin touch. Her sounds made my cock strain even more to get out, and she felt it. She slid her hands down my sides and tucked her fingers inside my waistband, tracing it to my belt buckle. Her touch sent a shock through me, and I caught my breath. She stared up at me with those liquid green eyes as she undressed me, releasing my throbbing member from his cloth cage.

  “He wants you,” I breathed into her mouth.

  “He can have me,” Kennedi barely got the words out as I kissed her gently, then with more force. I knew she liked to get a little rough, but I was going to make her wait for it. Our lips parted, and I kissed her neck, moving lower one kiss at a time. I ran my tongue ever so slowly down her chest and felt her breath speed up. Her skin was smooth and salty.

  When my mouth found her taut nipple, she gasped. Her tail tightened around my back, forcing my mouth onto her breast. I felt her hands sliding over my ass and around to the front of me, teasing me. I gently flicked her nipple with my tongue and suckled. She arched her back, and I slid my arm around her waist and pulled, crushing us together even tighter as she took the head of my cock in her hand and lightly squeezed, sending bolts of pleasure into my groin and down my legs.

  I pulled my mouth off her breast and straightened up. I had a sudden need to feel how ready for me she was. My hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt. She spread her legs, wanting me to touch her, and started slowly stroking my cock. I traced the folds of her pussy with my fingers and delighted in her hand stroking me faster the more I played with her soft folds. I spread her lips open with my fingers and started gently rubbing her clit. Her moans and purrs were making me want her even more.

  “You’re so wet,” I told her as I gently slid one finger across her opening, barely entering her.

  She whimpered with pleasure in response and moved her hips forward, wanting my fingers inside her. “You know I’m ready for you. I’m ready to take all of you until you release everything you have into me.” She could barely speak between her moans.

  “Ah, but it isn’t just about me, my sweet Kennedi,” I whispered in her ear. I watched her writhe with pleasure as I took my cock from her hand and slid it between her pussy lips. “I want you to throb on my dick as you come all over me. Only then will you get what you want.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want, Clark. Please. Please let me feel you in me,” she begged. She grabbed my ass and pulled, trying to force me into her. Her body was arching and grinding against mine. I rubbed the head of my cock against her opening. Seeing how much she was begging for me had me close to coming. I put my hands on her hips and pushed her harder against the wall. I reached around with one hand and hiked her leg up on my hip. I pressed my entire body against hers and let the head slip into her. A little scream escaped her lips. I started to pull out, and she whimpered again.

  “Don’t leave me.”

  “How much do you want?” I whispered in her ear.

  “All of…” I didn’t let her get the words out. I set my hands on the curve of her hips and thrust myself in her. I could feel every wet ridge of her sliding over my cock until we were groin-to-groin. She tightened up around me and almost sent me over the edge. She tried to move herself up and down on me, but I wouldn’t let her. I was going to control her orgasm this time. I slowly started to pull out, making sure my shaft rubbed against the front of her as it came out. The suction of her pussy was ecstasy. Just before I pulled the head out, I crushed my mouth onto hers. She slid her hands up my back, and I felt her nails dig in as I slammed back into her.

  “Fuck!” she yelled out. She buried her face in my chest to mute her moaning as I rammed into her hard, and pulled out slowly, over and over. I grabbed her other thigh and hiked it up, so both her legs were wrapped around me. Her riding my cock was the only thing holding her up against the wall. She squeezed her thighs together, again trying to pull me into her.

  I was able to maintain control of my position, but when she tightened her thighs, her pussy would clamp down around me, and the sensation was fucking incredible. I slapped my hands on both her supple ass cheeks and held her up off me. Then I let her down as I shoved into her. There was no more going slow. The harder I rammed, the louder she got. Her teeth were on my shoulder and her nails in my back. I felt her folds pulse as she started to come. I shoved in her to give her pussy what it wanted to throb on.

  Then her entire body shook as she let go and came all over my cock. Pulse after pulse, I felt her body clamp down on me as her screams got louder. When she was finished, I felt her body start to relax into my hands, which were still holding her up. I started to fuck her slowly again, quickly gaining speed. Her body responded just as I’d hoped. Her legs squeezed around me as she built up again. Just as she started to come again, she bit my shoulder, and I let go of everything in me. I slammed into her as far as possible and released wave after wave far up inside her. Her orgasm pulled it out of me until I was completely spent. My legs were shaking with the power of our orgasm.

  I lowered to my knees, keeping Kennedi on me. Then I laid back on the floor, her straddling me. She collapsed on top of me, and we both laid there, trying to catch our breath. She was still pulsing slightly and would move her hips around a bit to enjoy me inside her. It sent chills up into my groin every time she did. She propped herself up on my chest and smiled at me.

  “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” She licked her lips and kissed my chest.

  “Just when I think I can’t come any harder,” I said, “You prove me wrong.” She smiled even bigger as she laid her head in the crook of my neck and started purring. I would’ve been happy to stay right there, tangled up in each other, but alas, we had people expecting us for lunch.

  2

  Kennedi and I arrived at Belavi a few minutes late for our lunch. We entered the restaurant through an arched, frosted-glass door that swung open silently. The place had an open floor plan and was always bright and inviting. The modern industrial decor was mixed with country-chic. The exposed ductwork in the ceiling had been painted black, and the metal beams were painted with silver glitter. The walls were stark white from the ceiling down to a chrome chair rail. Below the chair rail, they were painted the same silver glitter as the beams. There were large, dual-paned windows on the right side and back of the restaurant, and each was framed with chrome trim. On the left side of the dining area is where the meeting rooms were found. There were three of varying sizes, and each was blocked from a view of the dining room patrons by a chrome-trimmed, frosted glass door, not unlike the main door.

  “Right this way, Mr. Clark, Ms. Kennedi,” the cat girl hostess, Lynn, greeted us. She was expecting us and was delightfully efficient. I’d always found idle hostess chit chat irritating.

  She led us onto the path that stretched around the left side of the main dining room, heading towards the meeting rooms. We passed v
intage diner tables with chrome trim and red and white checkered tablecloths. Each table had a centerpiece made of a vintage aluminum watering can and fresh in-season flowers. The chairs surrounding the tables were chrome-trimmed with white vinyl upholstery and a bow, made of the same pattern found in the tablecloths, tied around the back. I don’t know whose idea it had been to mix industrial and country diner themes, but it worked like magic. The mood the decor created was refreshing and relaxed while, at the same time, energetic and stimulating.

  When we reached the private room labeled ‘Elite,’ Lynn opened and held the door for Kennedi and me to pass through. Charlie, Leah, and Theo were already seated with glasses of sparkling water in front of them. The center of the table was filled with platters of Ellie’s famous turkey wrap appetizers and green olive pinwheels. I walked to the right side of the table and pulled a chair out for Kennedi.

  “Thank you, Clark,” she said as she sat.

  “You’re welcome,” I said as I walked around the table and sat at the head of it. I looked at Charlie and Leah. “I’ve been waiting for this all day. I’m starving!”

  Charlie chuckled and glanced at Leah, who just rolled her eyes at him. He looked back at me and said, “I won the bet that you’d be the first one to show up here famished.” The entire table laughed.

  “Theo,” Leah started, “what do Bev and Ellie have in store for us today?” Theo shrugged his shoulders and put his hands up.