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The Model and the Street Cat	By : ulyferal Category: +S through Z > Top Cat Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Top Cat. It belongs to Hanna Barbera and I make nothing from writing this story.

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For the next few months, T.C. slipped away at least twice a week to see Misha when the model was in town and missed him more than he thought possible when the beautiful tom was off on modeling jobs in far off places.
Misha found joy and a great deal of stress relief in Top Cat's company. Those around him at the modeling agency commented on his calmer demeanor and wondered at it. Gossip ran rampant. No ones privacy was honored. Everyone's dirty laundry was constantly aired for all to hear. So it wasn't surprising when nasty little rumors about Misha began to circulate.
"Did you hear about Misha?" A tall, thin beauty with a piled hair style of copper colored hair asked while standing still for a dresser to tug the model's outfit in place.
"Hmm?" Muttered another distracted black haired model stripping off a pantsuit.
"If you're about to spread that old gossip about him and Arlene, that's old news!" A male model snorted letting a makeup specialist put the finishing touches to his face.
"Aw geez Darrin, everyone knows that. What no one knows is who he's shagging now. He's kept whoever it is super secret." The copper haired model said conspiratorially. "It's rumored he's messing around with the daughter of Esquire Magazine' head publisher."
"Get Real, Gina! No way would Misha be caught with that piece of jail bait. He's not stupid." Darrin snorted in disgust.
Gina looked affronted and turned her back on him. "Well, that's what I heard!" She snapped and stalked out for her photo session.
The rest of the models just shrugged and ignored the dramatics of the copper haired model and went on to discuss other juicy topics.
Misha paid the gossip no heed except to be extremely careful not to get trapped into revealing who his lover was much less that it was male.
His manager didn't care about Misha's personal life and whether he had a lover or not. He was counting the profits from the Balinese' popularity. He had a small stable of models but Misha was his top money maker.
It wasn't until Misha received an unsettling phone call that he became aware of the possible illicit financial dealings that were happening under his nose.
"Hello?" Misha said rather harried. One of the models had told him he had an important phone call. The Balinese was in the middle of a shoot and the photographer was looking impatient.
"Is this Misha de Pontes?" An officious male voice asked.
"Yes." Misha said curious.
"I am IRS Agent Stanley Morrison. I need to see you about some irregularities I've found in your last five tax returns. When can you come to our offices?" He said formally.
"My agent handles my tax returns, sir. What kind of irregularities are you talking about?" Misha said a frown forming on his face in concern.
"I'm sorry Mr. Pontes but you will need to come down to our offices and if your agent is the one doing your taxes then he needs to be here as well. Can you make it this week?" The agent asked insistently.
"I'm on a photo shoot all this week. Uhmm...Let me think...Ah, I should be able to come in Friday afternoon about two p.m. Will that be alright?" Misha asked.
"Yes. That will be fine, Mr. Pontes. I will see you then at the IRS Offices, 3rd floor, The Wiltshire Building." Agent Morrison told him.
"Yes sir, got it, thank you." Misha said writing down the information on a scrap of paper handed to him by the make up girl then he hung up. He felt shaken as he tucked the paper into his carry bag. Putting the matter away in his mind he returned to the set.
On Friday afternoon, Misha walked into the IRS Offices without his manager. Two hours later he walked back out, shocked, frustrated, and angry. When he got home he called his manager, Charlie Dodgson, but got not answer. Many calls later, he still could not find the man.
Agent Morrison had told him after going over all the information he'd been able to bring and what the IRS had already uncovered, that it appeared someone was skimming funds and filing irregular reports to cover the activity. Whoever had done it had left Misha owing some $200,000 to the Federal Government. Strickened, Misha swore that he knew nothing about it.
"I'm sorry Mr. Pontes. Unfortunately, the IRS has seen a lot of this type of theft by managers or other types of agents responsible for handling the funds of important people. They just get greedy from handling all that money." Agent Morrison said sympathetically.
"But what am I going to do now?" Misha said in anguish.
"I strongly suggest you hire a private detective to poke around in Mr. Dodgson's financials and see what they can come up with. I'm fairly certain they'll uncover some shady investments and other risk taking ventures. Once they've been able to gather enough info on him then you can bring it to our attention and we'll see if we have a strong enough case to prosecute. We'll keep checking on our end but it will save a lot of time if you're able to come up with more hard facts." Agent Morrison told him.
"Thank you, sir, for your advice. I'll look into it immediately." Misha said tightly getting up to leave.
"I wish you good luck, Mr. Pontes. Here is my card. Call me if you find out anything that will help your case." Agent Morrison said handing Misha his business card.
Misha nodded and numbly took the card and left the agent's office, his head aching from the session and the betrayal of someone he had trusted.
He sat in his apartment taking some aspirin and trying to come up with a plan to catch Dodgson. He'd forgotten that T.C. was supposed to be coming over so was startled when the door bell rang. Jumping up from his seat he ran to the door and checked the peephole. He sobbed with relief at the sight of his lover's face. He opened the door hurriedly and flung himself into Top Cat's startled arms.
"Hey, Babe! What's wrong?" T.C. said in surprise, feeling his lover shake in his arms and realized a moment later that Misha was crying. Shocked he gently moved his lover backward until they were in the Balinese' apartment and closed the door behind him.
He continued to hold Misha close as he moved them to the couch in the living room. By now Misha was sobbing hard. T.C. could only soothe and caress the tom until he'd cried himself out.
"Okay babe, why don't we clean you up and then you tell me what has happened to get you soo upset." T.C. said gently, helping Misha to the bathroom to clean up his face.
They went back out to main room and headed for the kitchen. T.C. made some hot milk for Misha and some sandwiches for the both of them. Setting them down on the table, he pushed his lover to sit and eat something.
"Now tell me what happened today?" He ordered as he took a big bite of his sandwich.
Misha sniffed a bit and hesitantly took a sip of the warm milk. "Well it started with a phone call earlier in the week from the IRS..." He began. He laid out his problem to T.C. over the next hour.
Top Cat was furious. The nerve of this creep hurting such a gentle cat like Misha. Fortunately, T.C. was familiar with this type of larceny having done a little of it himself in his youth. He comforted his lover as he mind worked furiously making plans to get this guy.
"Don't worry Misha. I'll help you get this scumbag. It will be a pleasure." T.C. growled.
"But, you aren't a detective?" Misha said in surprise.
"No but I am familiar with this particular game. Trust me I'll be able to get the goods on this so called manager of yours. Just let me handle it." Top Cat assured Misha soothingly.
"Well...alright...just...please don't get in trouble doing it. I couldn't bear the thought of you going to jail on my account." He pleaded.
"No problem. As a matter of fact I have an officer of the law as a pal of mine. He'd love to get a piece of this action." T.C. promised as he coaxed his lover to bed. "Now we have something more interesting we could be doing than talk anymore about this upsetting stuff. Hmm?" He cajoled Misha into a more diverting activity.
He pulled the beautiful Balinese into his arms and began kissing him senseless. Misha moaned and willingly allowed T.C. to distract him. They fell to the big bed kissing and caressing each other's bodies. The kisses became deeper more urgent.
Top Cat used his claws to lightly caress down Misha's back making his lover arch and mew in pleasure. Misha grabbed T.C.'s rear and massaged it. T.C. moaned pleasurably at the knowing touch as he moved his paw to Misha emerging cock and pulled gently on it.
Their actions became rougher more intense as T.C. rose over Misha's highly aroused body and laid a pattern of biting kisses down the cream colored body. He nipped at hard nipples before moving down to the belly button then onto the proudly pointing rose colored cock that weeped fluids. He inhaled it to the root causing Misha to cry out and arch his back. He used his fingers to caress Misha's tail hole preparing for his invasion as he sucked the tom's cock till Misha was begging T.C. to take him. He brought Misha to completion his cock spraying his own chest fur then raised the Balinese' heels over his shoulders and pressed into the hot channel.
They both groaned at that first deep joining. He held still for just a moment before he set a hard pounding rhythm. It felt so wonderful he still couldn't believe how much he cared for this beautiful male. He felt his balls tighten as he picked up the pace. Misha cried out and shot his cream onto the two of them. Two more thrusts and T.C. was roaring Misha's name and shooting his own load into the tight hole.
He collapsed onto his lover's chest and they both heaved for breath, their hearts hammering. T.C. rolled them to their sides and they held each other warmly. Misha moaned when T.C. withdrew from his body. They caressed and nuzzled each other. Misha laid his head against T.C.'s chest and finally went to sleep in his lover's arms.
T.C. stared at the ceiling for a long time after Misha had fallen asleep. 'No one hurts someone I care about. This bozo is going to pay.' He promised silently to himself.
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