Getting told that some random stranger had just bailed his pedophilic ass out of the slammer was a confusing situation to be in. Getting told that he was unofficially "presumed dead" by the rather shady prison warden as they unlocked his bindings and shoved him out of the prison gates, that was freaky.

Naturally, he expected his benefactor to potato sack him, drag his hide into some shady alley and force a blackmail deal on him or straight up commit murder. He expected to see some long lost enemy or spited ally ready to exact vengeance for the things he'd done to them or their kin...

He did not expect a limousine, a fancy shmancy chauffeur to open the door for him, nor did he expect to be seated across from a very attractive lioness in a suit.

The thread count on her attire alone was more money then he'd ever seen in his lifetime.

The blue tint reading glasses lain across her nose bridge slanted a smidge as she eyed him up and down. "Do you value your life, Mr. Hero?"

He eyed her up and down. legs crossed one over the other, hands clasped over her knee, and a piercing gaze that left him feeling lacking in every way. "I uh...I do?"

"Incorrect." She snipped immediately. "You do not, because I just pulled your sorry excuse for a dog out of the worst place you could end up, do you know where that is?"

"Ah, Prison?"

"Incorrect."

He grimaced, ears fanning sideways. Cats. Always thinking so highly of themselves.

"I pulled you from rock bottom. the end of the road, last chance hotel, whatever you wish to title it. Your actions against multiple families in the regional state area left you with no where to go but the slammer and if you were lucky, Saint Bernard's holy gates to be judged for your sins." The predatory feline's eyes narrowed. "That's inefficiency that borders on imbecilic. Do you know how to fix that?"

At this point he felt like anything he said would be wrong, so a shake of the head was given. That seemed to furrow her brow more though!

"Clearly," she said calmly sipping from a small martini glass at her side, "You fix your deplorable circumstances by building a ladder and climbing out of the hole you dug." The glass was set aside. "I'm here to offer you the necessary supplies and skills for that task."

A folder was handed to him. "Read, and tell me what you see."

He did so. There were multiple shipping manifests, types of cargo, groups of people in photos working on construction sites, and even charts showing the success and declines of the business he rapidly figured out she owned.

The sole owner, in fact. "Kay...so you're some kind of CEO big wig or something, what's that got to do with me?"

"Keep reading."

He continued. The workers were all hired former criminals with name changes, brand new personal info packets, and each one of them seemed to be succeeding under her employ. "You hire criminals and reform them to be more efficient to your cause? That what this is?"

"Good boy. Always follow through with a task before you ask unnecessary inquiries." She took the information back and handed him another. "Now read this over and be honest on what you see."

it was a much smaller manila envelope containing photos of a young lion cub, the Women's daughter. She was cute, really cute, and had some traits he'd love to inspect closer if ever given the chance.

Yeah right, she's showing me this to threaten me or something. "I was right, this is black mail or something." The folder was tossed back to her side of the car. "Look you bought me out of jail, I appreciate that, but I got what I deserved and I don't plan to ever fuck up like that again, so if you plan on–"

"Mr. hero." She said, cutting him off, "I asked what your first thoughts were, and judging by you expression, you thought my daughter was appealing...yes?"

The hairs on the back of his nape stood up as she said the words so casually one might think she were talking of the weather...not that a pedophile thought her cub was attractive. "I...why does that matter?"

"Do you find her to your liking, Mr. hero?" she said, slowly unclasping her hands, and then parting her legs ever so subtly.

He blinked. "Y-yes. She's cute."

A smile so viciously wrong crept onto her muzzle. "Mm, Good."

GOOD!? The hell is wrong with this lady?!

wait...He looked up at her, a mote of curiosity sneaking up from the bowels of worry as he pointed between them. "Are...are you like–"

The smile vanished from her face faster than he could finish. "No."

His hand dropped, his ears dropped, and he frowned. "Oh." then frustration replaced his confusion. "W-well then why would you say this is good?! I basically just itted that if your daughter and I were alone together, I'd–"

"You would rape her?"

The question was so coldly put out there that his winds died. "Y-yeah...yeah I would. Why the hell would a mother want that for their–"

She grabbed the previous envelope. "Firstly, Mr. hero lets get some clarity on the situation you find yourself in." A sheef of paper with financial charts on it was practically shoved into his snout. "What do your eyes see?"

He read it over, and grimaced. "Your business is in a decline?"

"Yes." Another sheef of paper was shown, this time a birth certificate of her daughter alongside the chart. Now what do you see?"

More inspection was given and then it clicked. he looked past the papers to the now brow-furrowed, teeth gently bared, lioness. "Your daughter's arrival and rearing was the start of the decline?"

"Yes. I'd give you a treat for your minimal intellect but we don't have time for that." she said throwing the info away with a wave of her hand. The birth certificate fell into his lap, allowing him to pick it up and look at it further while she talked, downing her martini. 'Mr. hero I am a women of power, of business, and of efficiency. Ever since that hairball dropped from my womb due to...unforeseen errors in my past, I've had nothing but trouble maintaining my empire."

He handed her back the certificate and watched in rapt interest as she crumpled it. "K-kaaay, so you don't want to be a mother any more. Seems like a grim outcome for the kid ya know?"

"Oh please, you make it sound like murder is on the agenda." She scooped up the remaining information and handed it to him, watching as he slowly turned beat red."I assure you that's not my aim here."

Photos of her daughter...in swim suits...in underwear...in bed asleep...taking a shower....even some naked. He gulped heavily, feeling his red rocket start to betray him.

And then four large, warm toe beans with razor blades gently smooched against his sheath, making him yelp. Photos tossed aside, he found her grinning at him with lust...no...more then lust.

AMBITION.

She pushed against his aroused cock tip, stealing a moan from him. "Mr. Hero...I need exactly that from you. I need a male who has no history, no life, no...outer connections...to play babysitter for that little bane of my business."

Her paw slowly swirled around his rising cock, rubbing, squeezing, toying with him as his brain muddied. "I need a male who can shall we say, not kill...but break a brat into place, and keep them there in secret."

She let off his cock with her foot, only to pounce against him, her teeth gripping his throat in a threat display that had the male cowering in scarousal. "Kill her and there will be consequences...but every thing else?" She whispered the last three words in his ear, climbing up the male until her crotch ground against his genitals.

"Well...if you're a good boy...a good sitter, and a good employee...I don't see why you can have my cub..."

She slowly undid her shirt, revealing her abdominal teats, engorged and swollen. he groped one, making her growl but she only stayed close to his face, huffing. "And rape her too..."

"I...ah...f-fuck...yes ma'am!" He whined low, feeling her hot milk dribble onto his paw pads. "When...when do I start?"

She undid her pants, slid them off, and smashed her dripping vulva against his shaft, the lips flexing and stretching on it as she locked muzzles with him for a ionate growling kiss.

They then broke apart as she gripped his shaft and lined him up. "I'm a busy women, Mr. hero, so you'll only get rare moments with me...mandatory services and all that...but the cub?"

The car slowly pulled to a stop at a light, and she grinned, slipping down onto him until his knock pressed against her folds. The both let out guttural moans of pleasure.

"the moment we get home. I expect efficient work from you as well."

He grinned, one eye closed, gripping her hips like the bitch in heat she was. "Don't worry ma'am...I'm a professional when it comes to cub sitting!"