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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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It took Misha a week to find a way to get all the gang jobs in the fashion business.
He pulled Choo-Choo into the main dressing room and up to a fussy male with a weird blue hairdo who was chewing out a model for ripping a seam in the dress she had just taken off.
"Marno?" Misha called as he tapped the strange man on the shoulder.
"Yes!" The one called Marno snapped irritably as he turned around, "Oh, Misha! Sorry, love it's just been one of those days you know. What can I do for my favorite model?" Marno smiled warmly.
"I have someone here who is great with a needle. I thought he would be a help to you on the small repairs so you can concentrate on the bigger problems." Misha said laying on the shmooze.
Marno stared at Choo Choo. "Not much to look at are you love? But if you can work quickly then welcome aboard."
"I'll do my best, sir." Choo Choo said properly respectful.
"Oh, nice manners, this one has!" Marno smiled, pleased. He took Choo Choo by the shoulders and began leading him toward a small workroom.
Grinning, Misha made his escape after giving a thumbs up to Choo Choo behind Marno's back.
Next he took Fancy Fancy to see the photographer, Robert who worked for the modeling agency.
They walked into a large studio, Robert was standing behind a special camera ready to take a shot of the leggy redhead posing in a skimpy shirt and skirt outfit. They waited politely until he was free.
A bright flash went off. "Perfect Ronnie, we're done, go change." He instructed the model. She nodded and walked gracefully toward the door.
"Robert, may I speak to you a moment?" Misha asked.
Robert turned from his camera distractedly, he seemed to be looking for something. Fancy Fancy saw a shutter cap on the floor to Robert's right. He quickly reached down for it and brought it up.
"Is this what you were looking for sir?" He asked politely.
"Yes! Thank you!" Robert's face lit up as he took the cap from Fancy Fancy and put it on the camera. "What can I do for you Misha?"
"This is Fancy Fancy, I was hoping you could use him as a sort of boy Friday and gofer. He can help you with the little things and with moving your equipment." Misha suggested.
"Really?" Robert studied the nondescript brown cat for a moment. "Hmm, he could be useful at that and he isn't so handsome to distract the models like my last helper was. The more he stays in the background the better I'm able to work. You think you can do that?" He asked the cat seriously.
"Yes sir. I can be very invisible if that's what you want." Fancy Fancy said agreeably.
"Perfect, you're hired. Thanks Misha. You saved me the time of looking for new help."
"You're welcome, Robert. I'd best be going, see you all later." Misha said giving a wink to Fancy Fancy when Robert wasn't looking.
The last person he placed that day was Spook. Though the cat was a little uptight around him (T.C. had let him know that this member of his gang was uncomfortable around a gay relationship, so Misha did his best to be as friendly as he could around him.) He took Spook to the front offices of the modeling agency. The assistant to the boss was a harried little female named Gina. When they opened her door, she was on the phone while reaching for something in a file behind her as well as trying to listen to the person on the other end.
They had to wait some minutes before she was finally free and looked up at them in annoyance.
"What is it Misha, I'm a bit pressed right now."
"I know Gina, that is why I brought Spook here. He could help you with all the little things that keep you tied up so that you can't get one thing done completely. It would give you a much needed stress reliever and finally get Staner off your back about being behind." Misha coaxed.
She looked at Spook suspiciously. "Do you know how to read, take notes, file, handle calls?" She reeled off quickly.
"Yes ma'am! I've done it before." Spook told her confidently.
Gina thought about it moment when the phone went off again. "Good then start by answering that for me and these..." she pointed to a stack of files on the corner of her desk, "...need to filed. Answer the phone with 'Jackson Modeling Agency, can I help you?' Got it?" She demanded.
"She ma'am, perfectly." Spook said and proceeded to answer the phone in a professional manner.
Gina blinked in surprise, a pleased smile beginning to spread across her face. With a sigh she dug into the work on her desk, forgetting Misha entirely. Smiling, pleased with himself, Misha slipped out of the room, waving good bye at Spook.
When he went to his apartment that night, T.C. was waiting for him. He went up and kissed his lover.
"How was your day and were you successful?" T.C. asked anxiously.
"Couldn't be better. Your friends handled themselves well and were hired immediately. Now all I have is you and your last two friends. I've got the perfect place for them. They are so small that this was the best I could do but I think they will do well at it. As for you..." He paused and kissed T.C. again more passionately, "...You are going to be my new personal assistant. You'll handle my appointments and be between me and my manager. Dodgson is not going to like it at all, but I don't care and it will have the added advantage of allowing you to get closer to him." Misha smirked pleased with himself.
T.C. laughed and picked up Misha to swing him in a mad circle for a moment. "I love how you think, love. That is perfect. Now how about something to eat before we do something more pleasurable...hmm?"
"Sounds delightful. What are we having?" Misha purred as they linked arms and headed for the kitchen.
"Hmm...how does perfectly prepared steaks, garlic mash potatoes, and tender crisp green beans with a perfect white wine sound?" T.C. said as he opened the oven where the food was staying warm.
"Ohhh...perfect! I'm starving." Misha sighed happily as he took a seat at the table that was already set.
T.C. served up the food and sat down across from his lover. He grinned as Misha began to dig in and moan with delight. "I see it meets with your approval."
A muffled, 'uh huh' was his only answer. Still smiling he dug into his own meal.
When they were finished, Misha helped T.C. put the leftovers away and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
They made for the living room and Misha flicked on the TV and found a spy movie. They watched for a little until they became preoccupied with each other more.
T.C. began the distraction by laying kisses on Misha's neck and collarbone. The Balinese sighed and moaned turning his head and stealing a kiss.
The golden cat reached for the end of Misha's shirt and pulled it up and off so that he could dip his head down to one of the grey kat's nipples.
Misha groaned as he used his nimble fingers to undo T.C. buttons on his shirt and was soon pushing it off his lover's shoulders.
They caresses and deeply passionate kisses got more intense and demanding. T.C. pushed Misha onto his back so that he could lay on him. Writhing their bodies together made their cocks harden and press firmly in their pants.
Not able to stand the distracting fire in their groans, they halted and removed their pants. Misha used that moment to quickly take T.C.'s cock into his mouth and suck hard and fast. T.C. growled hotly and bucked.
He used his tail to rub Misha's rear and the underside of his cock. The Balinese mewed around his mouthful and hiked his hips into the air, tail up.
Panting with need, Misha stopped sucking T.C. and turned around presently himself. Not needing a better invitation, T.C. quickly mounted his lover and eased himself in. They both moaned and shuddered as they locked together.
Grabbing Misha's scruff and wrapping his arms around his lover's torso, T.C. began to thrust with powerful and urgent strokes. Faster and deeper they raced until, the golden cat released Misha's neck and roared as did the Balinese.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch.
When he'd caught his breath, Misha murmured lazily, "That was fantastic love and just what I needed. How about a nice bath and then bed...hmmm."
"Hmm...wonderful idea babe...you smell soo good, I almost hate to wash that delectable scent off." T.C. purred kissing his lover's neck.
"Much as I love the idea of pleasing you, my love, I don't think my job would appreciate it." Misha said playfully as he dumped his lover off and headed for the bedroom.
T.C. grinned and quickly followed his lover's beautiful backside.
The next day, Misha took Benny and Brain to the model's dressing room. A large group of males and females were there with a fair number of cats mixed in.
"Excuse me all! Could I have your attention for a moment please?" Misha called out loudly from the doorway.
The models that weren't hurrying somewhere stopped and looked at Misha.
"This is Benny and Brain," Misha introduced each in turn. "They kinda need some work and want to try the fashion world to see what's it like. They are both very polite and willing. I thought they could act as gofers for us. I know I wouldn't mind someone who could run and get something for me to eat or drink or pick up my dry cleaning, get my car washed or laundry or shopping done. These guys can be trusted and it would let us have a little free time we never seem to find. What do you say?" Misha asked.
"Hey! Now that sounds good to me!" A model just leaving said. "Count me as a yes vote."
"Sure!"
"Great Idea"
"Okay, I'm willing to give them a try."
Came a variety of responses in the room. "Well I guess you guys are hired then. Guys we need to sort of start a cash fund can, maybe placed in one area to pay these guys and try not to overload them." Misha warned smiling to take the sting out. Lots of ideas peppered the air and finally a fancy box was set up on a ledge in the room with a prominent sign that said, 'Gofer income.' For things they wanted they were required to give the gofer the money and list that they wanted done.
Benny and Brain found themselves very busy that first day. They also found they needed to keep very good notes of what was asked of them so that they wouldn't risk nasty tantrums from the temperamental models.
Misha had been right when he told T.C. that his manager wouldn't like him having a personal assistant but Dodgson didn't dare make too much of a fuss about it beyond a token objection.
Now with everyone in place, the spying commenced. Each of his gang kept their ears and eyes open for any little tidbit on Dodgson.
On Saturdays, they would gather at T.C.'s trash can home to recap the week and give their leader everything they had heard. T.C. would keep a log of the information. He was truly glad Misha had taught him how to write. The new talent was very important right now.
T.C. had to be extra careful about showing familiarity with his gang and they likewise. He also had to insure that Dogson wouldn't connect him with anything but a working relationship with Misha.
When he and Misha wanted some private time together, T.C. made sure to take the street car in the late evening and slip into the back entrance to Misha's apartment with a special key his lover had given him.
The added bonus of the spy work was his gang's happiness. Even Spook was pleased with their new jobs. They were really getting into it and enjoying receiving a regular income as well.
At the end of three weeks, T.C. sought out Officer Dibble and brought him up to date on how things were going.
"That's great T.C. Even if you can't catch this crooked manager, you've succeeded in getting jobs for all your gang. It sounds like things are looking up for you all. I take it that you and Misha are doing well?" Dibble asked with a small smile of amusement when T.C. blushed.
"Yeah! We're cool! We have to keep a low profile so no one catches on but that hasn't been too much of a problem." He said.
"Just be careful, T.C. and good luck!" Dibble said, pleased with how things were going for his favorite, troublesome gang, as he left to return to his patrol.
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