Private Finished I'm Bad Behavior But I do it in the Best Way

"Omg Gin you don't fix a dick with tape," she said. She gave him a look that was both baffled and disgusted.

She was picturing how uncomfortable it must be to have your dick duct taped and then the tape ripped off suddenly.

She filed that away into two mental folders: torture and foreplay.

She picked up some of the flour and tossed it at him. It blew in the wind and moved past him, so Yoka made a 'Ghsadfa!!!' nose and stuck her hands in the flower and then rubbed it over his crotch.

"Now that's what i'm talking about," she said. She pointed to their wall dick. "Now make that happen up there. Please."

Gin through flour at her and she ducked and squeeled, but it still got everywhere. But, he put it on the wall, too, and it stuck for him.

Plus, he called her oh great Yoka. She liked the sound of that. She was beaming and swaying on her feet.

"Yes! Oh yes!" She moaned, and then she giggled. She reached out and grabbed his hand and flipped it over so the palm was up. SHe traced her fingers over it as though she was telling his future. Yoka peered up at him and smiled. "Looks like I caught you red handed."

She dove beneath him and grabbed more of the flour and threw another handful at him. She still wasn't wearing pants. Yoka dove past him and into the alleyway, tackling the garbage can.

"OKAY GIN," she said. "WE GOTTA THROW THIS INTO THE BUILDING."

Yoka had horrible aim while drunk. To demonstrate, she threw a piece of paper at him. it blew back in the wind and hit her instead.

Holy shit!

That was a huge crash! Yoka squealed and clapped her hands. She shot up from the spot she'd been sitting in delight and fear and literally threw herself at Gin.

She could have tackled him to the ground if she weighed more than a few pounds when she hit him. Instead, she climbed up him and curled around his shoulders as a small, leggy fox with five tails. She perched on him like a scarf and stared at their handywork and giggled into his ear.

"That was delightful," she whispered. "Thank you for doing this with me. That'll show those new age hipsters to create a molecular bar with big breasted woman with foxes on their polos. Fuck that. I'm the only fox this city needs."

She licked his face and twitched one of her dark ears.

"Gin," she said. "This was fun."

"Yeah, fuck that shit," Yoka said. She stretched and nuzzled closer to his neck and used her tails to keep her perfectly balanced as Gin took them back to the bar. She considered it and said, "You can take me back to the club. The apartment flat up stairs is perfeclty suited for drunken revelaries."

In truth, it was there for when Yoka spent all nighters at the club and did not feel like traveling home. She would camp out at her club and then return to her cottage on Monday and Tuesday, her normal days off.

Yoka considered his offer though.

She was drunk. He was warm. He painted a wall with her ass, for pete's sake.

"If the pillow isn't your chest, I'm not interested," she finally said.