James wasn't crazy about his job, but the whole time he was washing dishes in that downtown diner he was beaming. His first encounter with the enigmatic, legendary Chloe had left him weak in the knees and with a tenacious grin. He still couldn't wrap his head around his experience in that alley being more than just a dream. He was a gangly, toe-headed chap, and since childhood his insecurity with his frail body and unimpressive penis had been a burden, but when he compared himself to the rest of the crowd She had drawn, he felt like a real buck. He was healthy, at least, and his dick was basically average, which isn't that bad.
James waved at his manager walking out the door. He locked the door of the diner, deciding to have a late dinner before commencing his closing duties.
With a sigh, he sat on the stoop in the dark alley behind the eatery, setting down his bottle of milk and the plate with a turkey sandwich. He mulled over his supper absent-mindedly, his thoughts rolling around Chloe. He had no idea how She found him, or how She possibly found him suitable for Her tastes. Did She think he was different? He felt like he stood out above the rest of the crew She assembled. He shook his head with a chuckle, popping the last bite of sandwich into his mouth. This was someone who got off getting plowed by strange men in alleys, She probably didn't even want to be able to tell any of them apart.
A bump came from the dumpster next to him, and a soft meowl of an alley-cat. With a sigh, he kicked at the metal box, hoping to shoo the animal off. He heard something hop out, and when he looked up he was startled so hard he tumbled down the steps onto the floor of the alley.
It was Her! Even through the costume, there was no mistaking it. She hopped up to skillfully walk along the edge of the dumpster, looking down on James with an amused half-smile. Slack-jawed, it took James a moment to process what he was seeing; she was totally nude except for a hair-band with cat ears sticking out of it, and a collar with a bell. There was a long, wiry tail curling up from between her ass cheeks, and as her lithe, taut body wiggled along the dumpster, the tail swayed back and forth. Her body was decorated with paint; black whiskers painted on her cheeks, a cute pink nose, a bright, white belly painted from her throat to her thighs, and gray stripes across her arms, legs and back.
She hopped down, then started crawling towards James on all fours. Petrified, he was on his back as she slinked up to him, put her face right up to his, then bumped her forehead into his chin, rubbing against him.