Jim quickly took the opportunity to get a bit of distance between him and Sharon.
He breathed easier as he bent down to get the cake out of the oven- but just as he
started to lift it out, he found that Sharon had let him go only because she'd
thought up a great new game called "let's hook tails". She was lucky she had a
boyfriend with steady nerves and quick reflexes. Jim managed to not drop the cake
or smash it into the oven as he and Sharon staggered around, locked rear to rear.
He managed to plop the cake down onto a passing table with a sigh of relief, and
Sharon immediately let him go to put the icing on it.
She hissed at him to play it up better, so he halfheartedly fondled a breast. She
actually managed to purr as she rubbed up against his hand before giggling
and asking him what kind of cherries he wanted on his icing. Jim shuddered. At
the rate she was going, he wouldn't have been surprised if she'd tried to flatten
him on the table or floor after she finished with the cake just so she could smear
the rest of the icing on various strategic body parts.
He knew they were getting to Dale, too. He heard him growl to Robb, "you told me they
were furry fans, not crazed exhibitionists!"
Robb was going from shock to numb, and just mumbled "what's the difference?" to himself.
The doorbell was greeted with relief by everyone, except maybe Sharon. But she
lost no time in answering it, again dragging Jim along. The cameraman seemed
relieved that things were going to get a bit better, but what he didn't realize
was that Sharon and Jim were tipping off the guests and telling them to play along
as they came in.
There were a lot of hugs and kisses- loud ones- as new guests came in, and Jim
even found out you could do a lot of things with a three-way hug- particularly
when one of the other partners was a female skunk who seemed to be in heat.
Everyone finally got in, and Sharon immediately started a dance with Jim. It had
enough sexual overtones to have gotten them an NEA grant if they'd done it in New
York City. The cameraman was beginning to gulp for air.
After the dance reached a climax (Jim winced as that term occured to him, it was
getting to close to literally true!), Sharon sweetly suggested everyone play a
game that would've rated a hardcore X anywhere outside of Hugh Hefner's mansion.
The crowd greeted the suggestion with an enthusiastic yell and everyone began
noisily discussing who could do what.
That did it for Dale. He closed down his camera and exited the front door without
a word. Silence descended as Sharon tiptoed over to the door, peeked outside, then
snapped the lock closed and began giggling. She got back to her chair before collapsing
in it and throwing her head back in loud, uproarious laughter. Everyone joined in,
including Jim- although he was still a bit shaky over the whole affair.
"Oh, my, oh me, Robb I ought to be mad as hops at you," Sharon gasped.
"Where is Robb?" Jim asked, looking around.
"Huh?" Sharon said, looking around herself.
"He left right after I came in," said one of the guests. "He was muttering something
about getting out of this looney bin before he caught whatever was in the air."
That earned another round of laughter.
"What do you think, people?" Sharon giggled. "Should we continue being skunks, or
would a return to normal be called for?"
"Do you really think you could redeem your thoroughly trashed reputation as a skunk?"
Jim asked.
Sharon giggled. "You should talk. And I don't know- want to try?"
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