His smile gentled as his eyes caught the reason for the melodic
ringing that had awoken him earlier. Upon his creamy
white neck, JC wore a collar. But not just any old collar, oh my no.
This one was pink, a soft subtle hue and made of the
finest leather to be had. A sterling silver bell graced the center and
adorned along the flat surface, in the sparkliest
diamonds money could buy, was the enscription " PRETTY KITTY" Jc's pleasure and glee at his present was cause for a night of
prancing and play and led to the fairly dishevelled state Jc was in
now. Justin had to stifle a laugh as he remembered getting the present for
JC a couple of days ago. He not only managed to
distract his momma and several of his larger bodyguards, but was also
able too, and with a straight face no less, state
exactly what his needs were, to the rather snooty salespeople at
GUCCI. And demand it be finshed post haste and
delivered to his hotel. Which of course it was. Even with the absurd
meddling of The Sun reporters and their silly stories
about what he was buying and for whom, everything had gone to plan.
And as he ran his fingers along the fresh claw marks
gracing his stomach, he thought that sometimes it does pay to be
famous. Lost in pleasant reminicing, he eyes glanced over at the clock sitting
bedside. 9:23. "Oh shit! 9:23" he yelped, shock causing
him to sit straight up, dislodging the covers. The combined high pitched squeal as well as losing his burrowed warmth
pulled Jc from a deep slumber. Letting one eye
peep open grogglily, he found the form of his bed mate and let forth a
small inquisitive meow. "Shit, Fuck, Shit. I have a phone interview with someone over at MTVUk
in 7, no make that six mintues!" He scrambled
out of bed, looking for his cell phone, in quite the dither. " I
haven't even prepped the interview questions yet, why the fuck
didn't anyone wake me up?" Jc leaned his touseled head on one paw and
just raised an eyebrow. Justin had obviously....and conveniently.. forgotten his command,given
in his Best Diva Mode, that no one, and I mean NO ONE
was to disturb them no matter what, and No Johnny, not even if the
hotel was on fire. Sucessfully finding his phone Justin raced to ring up his assistant
Renee, to get the lowdown on the interview. Unconcerned with the mornings melodrama, Jc glared at the sunlight
streaming through the large bay windows, as if it
were a childhood bully taunting him with insults about his mother. He
resentfully pulled himself upright and snuffled a bit
before letting a plainitive mewl erupt. Justin paused and covered the phone, by now he was well used to JC's
demands upon waking and said " I'm sorry Kitty. Your
breakfast will have to wait. I have to do this first." and turned back
to his conversation as if that settled the matter. Jc however was having none of it. With slitted eyes, and bared fangs,
he let a fierce growl hit the morning air. Justin merely ignored him, sitting down in a chair, and waiting to be
patched through to the MTV studios. Deciding to try another tactic, Jc slinked on all fours off the bed,
and over to Justin's chair, rubbing himself against
Justin's legs and purring in what he hoped was a fetching manner. Justin, who was now live with a Vj, distractedly petted the top of
Jc's head and continued on with his conversation. Jc, leaned back on his haunches and listened to yet another version of
" It's all about the music" His feline face grew
petulant as he listened to the same old round of, no I'm not dating
Britney. Or Christina. Or Janet. Or Kylie. Or
Danni. Or David Beckham. Jc gave one last effort and nuzzled against Justin's hand, only to see
a firm shake of the head from Justin, and a mouthed
" Later, Kitty" He leaned back against the bed and felt his whiskers droop. Later was
no good! He was a growing Kitty, and he needed
his morning milk now! Suddenly, a feral gleam entered his eyes. He twisted his body so that
it was directly facing Justin and opened his legs.
Pulling his tail out, he gently smoothed the silky length, before
wrapping the coil around the base of his cock. Giving Justin
a cheshire grin, he pulled on his tail, encasing his cock in a nice
tight grip. Justin stared, mouth falling open, at Jc's actions. " No, Bad kitty!"
he said. " No no, not you, I um, brought my kitty with
me on tour and he is being very very bad", he explained to the
confused VJ, all the while giving JC a very stern look. But Jc, as all Kitties are wont to do, ignored his human and did what
he wanted to anyways. Keeping one hand firmly
entangled in his tail, while pulling it up and down, around his
leaking cock, he pulled his knees up to his chest, giving Justin
a tantalising view of his rosy, puckered hole. Using his free hand, he raised two fingers to his mouth and licked
them thoroughly. Bucking his hips forward for a nice
angle, and not losing the momentum of the rope pulley system he had
going on his rock hard member, he pressed the two
saliva dampened fingers against his opening and pushed in. Justin was trying desperately to keep the flow of the conversation
going while mesmerized by the erotic tableau set before
him. " Uh huh, my influences are....Uh I mean, I was born in Memphis,
wait no, what did you ask again?" Jc zoned out his words and concentrated on the deep hunger within him.
Twisting his two fingers together, he plunged
them deeper into his waiting ass, letting the velvet grip of his tail,
tighten ever so deliciously around his cum slicked cock. Purrs, deep and rough emanated as his fingers found that sweet spot
inside, he let the tips of his fingers dance upon it,
feeling like his skin was on fire. He hand jerked wildly now, trying
to stuff as much of himself inside, greedy to be filled. His tail whipped with lightening fast speed up and down his cock, the
head purple and straining, begging for release. Justin gave up all pretense of talking to the interviewer. His
breathing was hard and ragged as he watched Jc climb the
roller coaster ride to his climax. Jc's face was scrunched up with concentration, moist mouth open, pink
tongue sliding across the full pillow of his bottom lip,
his pelvis rocking on his fingers in a frenzy that would have had
Elvis crying in envy. As the tip of his tail swept along the ultra sensitive membranes of
Jc's swollen cock head, he let his head fall back and a
howl burst out as an endless stream of lovely, pearl coloured cum shot
out, soaking his hand and tail. Justin made up some excuse and got off the phone quickly. He watched
as Jc sat up, and daintily licked his fingers and tail
clean, with long, broad strokes of that wicked tongue. With a pleased,
soft whimper, and a final arch of the back, he curled
his tail around himself into a little ball on the floor and fell back
into sleep, his hunger satiated at last. Justin...when he could finally form coherent thoughts again..."Note to
self....Never Ever Never deny Jc his morning milk
again"
Justin awoke to a soft muffled tinkling sound. Turning his head
slightly, a huge grin plastered his face at the sight before
him. A rough, tumbled and rumpled JC lay fast asleep. One soft kitty
ear lay askew at an odd angle. His whiskers were
curled almost upon themselves from where he had slept on them. His
tail....well what he could see of it, looked worse for
the wear as well....tufts of fur standing in all directions.