Damn them all to hell. Eyes blaze as she pierces the flesh that dares press against her waist. Waitress or not she could not stand to be touched without her permission and was several seconds away from ripping it off her. Shall we stalk him tonight? Tali croons to her, gathering herself within Mari’s mind as if she was ready to burst forth and ravish the trucker before her. He probably stood around six feet and was well muscled, however he also sported a slight belly and if judging by his scent, was a recreational alcoholic. He would make good sport but then what Tali? I need this job, besides he smells and I rather not have that taste in our mouths. A smile begins to pull at the corners of her full lips as Tali grimaces, and with that she whirls around before the trucker takes her smirk as a cue to proceed.
She hated her job at the Rusty Burger. She was considered a cook but she also waitressed there part time to make a little extra cash. Her boss was evil and the patrons even worse to the point that she made it her mission to dumb down her looks. Even now in a pair of oversized black dickeys and the red work shirt they managed to undress her with their eyes. ”A chili burger, medium rare, and hold the onions.” She called the order then fled to the break room. The clock read 11:57 which meant she had three minutes before she could quit this dump for the night. Three minutes that she used hiding before punching out and slipping through the back door. No way was she using the front for the late night customers to follow her home. Like you were going home anyway. A soft giggle is the only response given to Tali because the darn wolf was right. Since turning sixteen they had finally settled on a name for the beast within her, Tali, a beast that was as sarcastic as she was passive aggressive. Yet, they balanced each other out and for that Mari was glad.
Quickly, yet quietly she transverses the maze of buildings and alleys with the proficiency of a city thief; because well not too long ago she was a urchin. It was by the grace of the moon that she was able to persuade the manager of Rusty Burger to hire her. Well it was more so the fact that she had worn tight jeans and a fitted shirt; an cute little outfit courtesy of Belks in the mall, a little snatch that had caused her to avoid that side of town for months. But that was the past and right now she only wanted to focus on feeling the sand between her toes as she deftly leaps the last post separating her from the ivory sand. Shoes swiftly in hand she takes off down the strip of beach at a leisurely pace. Careful, I smell them.Tali growls to her from her relaxed lounge, like Mari didn’t have a clue where she was. She could decipher the perfumes of the border, and had actually tempted fate by walking this exact same path sporadically hoping that someone might spot her. She had dreamed of what it would be like to actually belong to a pack but feared rejection. Even now, outfitted in her work uniform spritzed with the alluring aroma of grease and old frying oil she just knew she was a poor prospect. Yes her body was hard with subtle muscle, her long graceful profile limber and agile, with a pair of keen eyes that her wolf loved to peer from, but that did little to convince Mari that she would be welcomed. Besides didn’t everyone know that females were the most possessive of every species? They might be like the girls of her junior high school, the highest education she received formally before her transformation. Yet, with all that said she made especially sure she never crossed the border. Sighing softly she continues, her pace slow as she mules over her day, not even thinking that this time she tested fate one too many times.
She hated her job at the Rusty Burger. She was considered a cook but she also waitressed there part time to make a little extra cash. Her boss was evil and the patrons even worse to the point that she made it her mission to dumb down her looks. Even now in a pair of oversized black dickeys and the red work shirt they managed to undress her with their eyes. ”A chili burger, medium rare, and hold the onions.” She called the order then fled to the break room. The clock read 11:57 which meant she had three minutes before she could quit this dump for the night. Three minutes that she used hiding before punching out and slipping through the back door. No way was she using the front for the late night customers to follow her home. Like you were going home anyway. A soft giggle is the only response given to Tali because the darn wolf was right. Since turning sixteen they had finally settled on a name for the beast within her, Tali, a beast that was as sarcastic as she was passive aggressive. Yet, they balanced each other out and for that Mari was glad.
Quickly, yet quietly she transverses the maze of buildings and alleys with the proficiency of a city thief; because well not too long ago she was a urchin. It was by the grace of the moon that she was able to persuade the manager of Rusty Burger to hire her. Well it was more so the fact that she had worn tight jeans and a fitted shirt; an cute little outfit courtesy of Belks in the mall, a little snatch that had caused her to avoid that side of town for months. But that was the past and right now she only wanted to focus on feeling the sand between her toes as she deftly leaps the last post separating her from the ivory sand. Shoes swiftly in hand she takes off down the strip of beach at a leisurely pace. Careful, I smell them.Tali growls to her from her relaxed lounge, like Mari didn’t have a clue where she was. She could decipher the perfumes of the border, and had actually tempted fate by walking this exact same path sporadically hoping that someone might spot her. She had dreamed of what it would be like to actually belong to a pack but feared rejection. Even now, outfitted in her work uniform spritzed with the alluring aroma of grease and old frying oil she just knew she was a poor prospect. Yes her body was hard with subtle muscle, her long graceful profile limber and agile, with a pair of keen eyes that her wolf loved to peer from, but that did little to convince Mari that she would be welcomed. Besides didn’t everyone know that females were the most possessive of every species? They might be like the girls of her junior high school, the highest education she received formally before her transformation. Yet, with all that said she made especially sure she never crossed the border. Sighing softly she continues, her pace slow as she mules over her day, not even thinking that this time she tested fate one too many times.