Exclusive Content: "I'm Never Alone" (Patreon)

I don't have a good novel preview prepared tonight, so here's a piece of Patreon exclusive content featuring this month's girl, Sierra Lorel! Remember, any stories you commission that feature her as a character will get an extra discount this month...so here's a little inspiration for what she might enjoy!

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Sierra never planned on doing well enough at her little shop in the middle of the desert to need to hire help, but after her fling with Leo Crosswire, she was bringing in just enough business that having to go back to her computer to ring up customers was more difficult than just paying someone a living wage to run the desk.

With her new hire taking over the paperwork, as well, Sierra was free to focus on the machines that she was so fond of tinkering around, and on the long days when no customers came in, she had someone to bounce conversation off of, instead of talking to the paint on the wall as it dried and flaked away.

“I can’t help being worried on days like this, Stephanie. I don’t like having to pay my bills on faith.”

The work day was winding down, but to call it a working day was generous; all of three customers had come in all day, and each had a quick, cheap repair.

With the sun finally starting to disappear over the horizon, Sierra was ready to pack it in for the night and retire to her tiny bedroom in the back.

“Some days are better than others. If every day was as busy as Monday, you’d be too tired to work the rest of the week!”

It was only natural for things to be hit and miss in the world of an auto mechanic: the stars had to align just right so that someone actually needed your help when they were nearby, and winning customers away from other businesses was nearly impossible when you didn’t have any advertising. Sierra’s quality was the only way she could reach anyone, but so few had known about it before that she was constantly flirting with disaster and bankruptcy.

Anymore, she was flirting with Leo anytime he came in the store, but he rarely came in alone, opting to bring a crowd of new customers with him.

If not for Stephanie, Sierra never would have been able to keep up.

“My bank account would be just fine with that,” Sierra argued. “Not like I’m doing much outside of the shop, after all…”

“Maybe you need more of a social life, then.”

“Josianne is never around, Dani only ever wants to have sex, and Leo…well…I still have no idea what he even does, if I’m being honest.”

“I can’t believe that you’re complaining about someone only wanting to have sex with you…”

The desert heat made it difficult to wear overalls all day, but Sierra stuck to the uniform that she’d trusted her entire life. By the end of the day, it was usually soaked through with sweat, and once the doors were locked, it was almost always on the floor outside of her bedroom in the back.

It was only a matter of days working there before Stephanie called her out for it, and only minutes after that the snow leopard ended up between Sierra’s thighs, like she was right then.

“This isn’t sex,” Sierra argued. “This…uhm. This is just you fingering me and licking my clit. It’s not sex.”

“I’m not sure if I should take that as an insult because you’re downplaying what we’re doing, or laugh at the fact that you think this doesn’t qualify…”

“No sensual part of you is near any sensual part of me.”

Stephanie immediately pulled her digits free of Sierra’s passage and held them up, showing her the thin strand of juice that dripped between them. “My fingers look pretty damned sensual to me, Sierra.”

It was risky business to dress so flippantly around her own employee, but Sierra was bold in personality as much as she was in action, and Stephanie didn’t quit immediately after seeing it. It had been a few months since then, and fall was just starting to lower the temperature to tolerable degrees in the middle of the dessert.

It wasn’t quite cool enough for Sierra to consider wearing clothes at night in the shop, but given the way that her tongue continued to flick and brush across Sierra’s clit, Stephanie wasn’t complaining about her peculiar clothing habits.

“I guess my body isn’t afraid to tell you that you’re doing a good job,” Sierra was a tough nut to crack, and much as Stephanie would be glad to hear her moan, she didn’t know what it would take to get the coyote to that point. “That kind of…d-depth…is just what it takes to get a raise around here.”

Twin pawtips were so deep that Stephanie could feel liquid excitement dripping over her knuckles, threatening to stray all the way down to her wrist. “And here I thought it’d be a little longer before I got past starting wage,” she teased. “If fingering my boss is all it takes to move up in the world, I suppose fucking her couldn’t be all that bad…”

“Sorry, but I’m afraid that distinction is saved for someone else,” Sierra shifted back on the edge of her bed, leaving a tiny trail of juices across her sheets as Stephanie’s digits left her body. “Whenever he gets the point that I’m interested, anyway…”

Stephanie thinned her lips, even as she brought the freshly spilled arousal on her fingers to them. She gave a quick, curious lick and smiled, finding the taste to her liking; she wasn’t quite as versed in pleasuring a woman as her skills implied, but her borderline hedonistic approach to life was bringing her around to the idea.

“And if he doesn’t get the point, I can climb into that bed and fuck you, right?”

Giggling quietly and crooking a finger toward the edge of the bed, Sierra made sure that Stephanie stayed up close. “No idea how you’d be able to tell that he doesn’t get the point without talking to him, but…sure. If he keeps me waiting too long, I’m all yours.”

“All mine?”

“You know what I meant,” Sierra eyes made it halfway through a roll before they simply rolled back at the delicate touch of a wide, flat tongue against her petals. “One of t-these nights, he’ll come back and give me a repeat performance…”

Stephanie paused, gazing up at her employer with a string of excitement still connecting her tongue to Sierra’s clit. “You’ve been saying that since you hired me on, boss. You don’t really have a choice about getting old, but you don’t have to get there alone, you know…”

The jovial, carefree attitude remained on Sierra’s expression, but it hardened as she put a single paw on the back of Stephanie’s head. Grease that remained under her clawtips even after washing them multiple times streaked into the long, white tresses of hair that fell upon Stephanie’s neck, but Sierra didn’t dare to apologize for that.

Stephanie proved she wasn’t afraid to discuss the hard topics, and Sierra responded by proving that she wasn’t afraid to make a mess of her employee if she crossed the wrong line.

“I haven’t been alone for a long time, Stephanie. I don’t plan to be anytime soon, either.”