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August 1931

Giuseppe Russo closed the apartment door behind him and dropped his suitcase on the polished wood floor of the foyer.

“Is anybody home?” he called out as he hung his hat on the ornate hook mounted nearby.

Demelza, the family’s housekeeper, stepped into the narrow hall. “Hello, Mister Russo,” she chimed, “Welcome home”.

“Where is everyone?”

“The Missus is playing cribbage with friends this evening. Salvatore and Anthony have gone to a baseball game with the Mazzini family. Marco is having dinner at the Carrara’s.” The doe smoothed her apron. “Would you like something to eat?”

“Yes, please. I’ll be in the dining room.”

Giuseppe (Joseph or just Joe to his friends and business associates) plopped into his customary seat at the head of the dining room table and rubbed his eyes. What should have been a routine trip to New York turned into a nightmare when he was forced to get tough with McManus. The rhino had managed Russo’s small New York office for years, but he completely botched an important deal with a South African exporter. By the time Russo left the office, McManus was literally groveling at the lynx’s feet, pleading for his job. The frustration of the blown deal and the unpleasantness surrounding the McManus affair left Russo in a foul mood.

Ah well, at least he was able to spend a few pleasant hours with Lorelei. Even now, sitting in his dining room, the very memory of her scent and touch was enough to arouse him. Russo had met the serval two years ago when she was representing a seller from Hong Kong who dealt in fine pottery. Business led to dinner. Dinner led to drinks. Drinks led to his hotel room, and the two of them had been sleeping together ever since. She was exotic and inventive, often suggesting a new position or incorporating a toy of some sort into their lovemaking.

Demelza entered the dining room to lay a napkin and place setting in front of her employer. She bustled off to the kitchen and quickly returned with a salad, fresh bread, and a plate of tripe, Russo’s favorite dish.

“Would you like some wine, Mister Russo?”

“Yes, thank you, Demelza. I could use a glass.”

The deer stepped over to an ornate cabinet standing in the corner of the room. She opened the door, selected a bottle of red wine, and poured into a fine goblet. As she placed the drink on the table, she ventured, “Mister Russo, may I ask you something?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I don’t think the Missus is very pleased with me lately. I am worried that she may be thinking of replacing me. I wondered if you might say something to her on my behalf.”

Russo knew that his wife changed housekeepers frequently. It never seemed to be due to a lack of competence on their parts. Christine simply liked having new things: shoes, handbags, dresses, cars, maids. Demelza had, thus far, lasted as long as any of her predecessors but the signs were there. Even the deer had picked up on them.

“Well, Demelza, it is my job to run the business. I leave decisions about the household entirely up to Missus Russo.”

“I love working here and I love the children…”

“And I can see that you work very hard,” interrupted Russo, “but there is really nothing I can do.”

“I understand.” Demelza stepped behind Russo’s chair and rested her hands lightly on his shoulders. “Is there something that I can do?” The housekeeper’s hands slid from his shoulders down to his chest. “I also love working for you,” she breathed into his ear.

The lynx dropped his fork and stood as it clattered to the floor. The deer bent over to pick up the utensil, flashing her white tail in the cat’s direction. “Oh, let me get you a clean one.”

Russo reached out to grab her hand. “Wait!” he said as he pulled her back to him.

Their muzzles were close enough that Russo could feel her breath stirring his whiskers. The doe gave a soft sigh and looked at him with large brown eyes. The fork slipped from her fingers and once again fell to the floor as the lynx slid a hand over her rump and down the back of her thigh. She leaned into his body as his paw found its way under her skirt and up…

A claw tore through Demelza’s panties as the lynx roughly pulled them down. The muscular cat lifted her onto the top of the heavy walnut dining table. The deer gave him a mischievous smile and parted her legs invitingly. His erection sprang forth as Russo quickly undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Demelza’s smile grew wider as she looked at his member. He stepped forward.

“Just a moment,” said Demelza, placing her hands against the male’s chest, “so you’ll speak to Missus Russo about my job?”

“Huh?” The cat blinked his golden eyes. “I told you already that is completely up to her.” Russo waved a hand in dismissal and advanced once again.

This time, Demelza pushed him away more forcibly. Her smile had vanished. “Perhaps then, when the Missus terminates my employment, she’ll be interested to hear about your stash of nasty, perverted sex magazines.”

Russo looked like he’d been slapped across the face. “What? What do you know about those?”

“Tch! Such a dirty boy you are! I hope you don’t mind, but I ‘borrowed’ one of them to share with the Missus. I think she is entitled to know what her husband likes. But I think she’d be most fascinated to know exactly how I learned that you have a heart-shaped birthmark on the side of your penis.”

The tool in question was rapidly wilting at this sudden turn of events. “You! You wouldn’t dare!” growled the furious lynx.

“How I love working here,” reiterated the deer as she slid from the table and retrieved the tattered remains of her underwear. “I hope to serve your family for many years to come.”

She stopped at the doorway which led to the hall and turned for a moment. She regarded the lynx, who was still standing by the table, looking pathetic with his trousers in a heap around his ankles and his once-proud erection completely gone.

“Oh, and Joe,” she said, “your dinner is getting cold.” The mischievous smile returned to Demelza’s lips as she mimicked his dismissive wave and walked out of the room.