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Loud booming music bounced in the halls of the apartment complex. The maintenance technician Samson had just sat down on his couch to enjoy some much-needed time off. The shit shack of an apartment complex was constantly falling apart requiring countless hours of work to keep it from collapsing. Naturally, the human was furious as the sound reverberated, interrupting the little free time he had.

He burst through the hallway to the source of the noise. The female fox had been a constant stream of annoyances. Parties at least once a week, each one louder and more obnoxious than the last. When that wasn't enough at the end of the events, drunken anthros spilled out, occasionally yelling or fornicating in the hallway.

The landlord did fuck all about it. Samson made countless claims about the annoyances, but he was just called a speciest. Owing to the fact she was the only anthro in the upper levels of the apartment building. Samson also had a history of complaining about the anthros. In the lower levels, he would spend hours fixing shit. The drains weren't designed for anthros and clogged countless times. Not to mention they shredded their carpet at least once a month because they don't clip their claws.

Samson banged on the door loud enough to rattle the cheap fluorescents that lit the hallway. There was a drunken stumble and giggling on the other side. The door cracked open for the older vixen to come into full view. The red-haired woman looked Samson up and down. She wore a silken auburn dress that clung tightly to her shapely body. “You're a big guy, what seems to be the problem officer?" The smell of cheap wine nearly knocked him out cold.

Samson gritted his teeth ready to tear into her. Completely ignoring the fact she mistaken him for the police while he wore blue coveralls. “Keep the fucking noise down lady or I will shut the power off to the entire fucking level!"

The sudden burst of anger shook her. She stood there, dumbfounded as the left strap of her dress drifted down exposing more of her white fluffy chest. If it weren't for her erect nipple keeping the fabric up, she would have been exposed.

Another female voice cried out from behind, “What's with all that yelling?! Come back Charlotte we aren't done with our game!"

“I'm coming! The cops just told us to keep it down!" She returned to face Samson and smiled with a drunken half-lidded stare. “I'll turn it down cutie." The door closed and much to his surprise the music slowly descended to a less egregious level. Samson grumbled leaving the area that reeked of musk and alcohol.

During lunch break the following day Samson was chilling with the other maintenance team. The entire day was spent ripping up floor after floor of carpet that needed to be replaced. Anthros and their damn claws. Samson scratched his unshaven face as he drank some water.

The conversation revolved around neighbors. Some of it was general bro talk about hot women living nearby wearing underwear as they locked themselves out of their room. But as the conversation descended it just gave Samson a chance to vent his frustration about the vixen across the way.

“She's such a fucking cunt. Non-stop parties, the smell of anthro always sticking around in the hallway."

His other coworkers shrugged. It wasn't the first time he mentioned her. One of the younger new guys perked up, “Oh, you're talking about Charlotte. My cat girlfriend knows about her, there was talk about parties happening with some old actress. Anything goes kind of affair."

“You're dating someone that goes to those kinds of parties?"

He quickly shook his head, “No, she was just invited. Friend of a friend type deal. Anthros tend to stick together in the city so they thought she would enjoy it."

Samson leaned back in his chair groaning to himself that some fuck fest was now going to constantly be going on thanks to that vixen bitch.

When he arrived back at his home he changed from his sweat-soaked coveralls to some breezy shorts there was scrapping at the door. Someone was trying to key inside his apartment. He glared through the peephole to see the drunken Charlotte try to open his door for two minutes. She stumbled a few times nearly bashing her muzzle into the wood.

He opened to give her a mouthful of slurs, but she just stumbled past him into the living room. The vixen wore a black dress that looked as old as her. Several spots were stretched, and her cleavage was popping out the top. There was also a large tear ripped from the hem giving a full view of an orange furry leg. She mumbled incoherently before plopping her ass onto the cushions of his sofa.

“Are you for real right now?!"

She looked around lost and confused before succumbing to exhaustion and collapsing on the couch leaving Samson bewildered and annoyed. He tried to nudge her awake, but she was out cold. The smell of alcohol overpowered her already strong perfume.

“Dammit, you fucking red bitch!" Samson continued.

The vixen looked absolutely pathetic. Samson was not in the mood to babysit all night. Work was crawling up his ass to replace several rows of carpet the following day. He thought about just picking her furry butt up and putting her in her room, but his conscience nagged at him. There was no way in hell the drunk woman should be left alone in this condition. Even though he hated the shit out of her if something happened… He really didn't want to think about that any further.

Samson cursed at himself as he gave her a pillow and blanket. He put her purse on the coffee table next to a large glass of water. Giving Charlotte the full motel treatment. “Alright, if you throw up, the bucket's right there." He wasn't sure why he told her that. Maybe it was just for his peace of mind to not have to clean up after the drunken cunt.

The man spent the rest of his evening in his office on the computer. Occasionally stopping to make sure he still heard the small snoring noises she let out of her snout. He didn't get a wink of sleep the entire night. Then he heard a sickening noise that froze him.

Like a cat coughing up a hairball. Only louder and a lot more fluid. It caused Samson to gag as well. He only hoped she hit the fucking bucket. Resigning himself as the fox sitter he got up to go clean her up. The sight disgusted him. The only place she didn't hit was the spot with the damn bucket. As he cleaned up the mess spitting bars of curses a small peep interrupted his tirade.

“I'm sorry."

He let out an exasperated sigh and gave her a clean wet rag to wipe her muzzle off.

The room now smelled like lemon-scented cleaning supplies, an exponential improvement. Charlotte lapped at the glass of water while lamenting the massive headache that pounded under her messy red hair.

The cleaning supplies were placed back into their homes and a mountain of rags and towels were chucked into the washer. Samson joined Charlotte on the couch. She looked like she was still going to pass out. “Do you need more water?"

She gave a weak nod and apologized again. “I'm sorry."

She continued to apologize as she sipped more water. The older fox was an absolute wreck, her fur was on end in every direction and her eyes were bloodshot. Samson joked with her a little to lighten the mood, “Don't worry. You gave me a headache as well, so that makes us even."

A small smile crept over her muzzle before she asked, “Do you have my purse?"

Charlotte pulled her phone out and checked on it. Samson gave her some privacy and started to brew some coffee. He wasn't exactly standing on his own two feet either and he had work in an hour.

“Hello, it's me again. I just wanted to call to see how you're doing sweetie. Please give me a callback."

Samson pretended to not hear a thing. After all, it wasn't any of his damn business. When he exited the kitchen, Charlotte was hugging her knees tightly to her body.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?"

“No, I just need a shower and some sleep." Charlotte swallowed deeply, “I'm sorry for barging into your home like this. I'm an absolute mess."

“You should also drink more water. You're dehydrated."

She nodded and looked around the room. She tilted her head as if she just discovered something new. “Your place is so clean."

He looked around at the sparsely furnished living room, a sofa he found on the side of the road he repaired and reupholstered, a simple coffee table he built, and a cheap entertainment system with some no-game consoles collecting dust on the shelves. He doesn't even remember the last time he turned on the large LCD tv. He wanted to tell her it's because he doesn't invite a fuck ton of people over and drink nonstop, but he just buttoned his lip and took the damn compliment.

“Thanks."

“I should get going, I feel disgusting," Charlotte grabbed her things to the sound of Samson sighing with relief. He was close to shoving her fat furry ass out the door. She continued with a happier disposition, “Thank you for looking after me. Most of my friends would have taken advantage of me and robbed me if I was in their place."

“Friends!? The fuck kind of company you keep?"

Her joking smile faded, the comment stung both her feelings and Samson's conscience. He pursed his lips as she slowly walked out the door. Once she was gone his alarm went off in the other room.

Work was a nightmare. Sweat poured on Samson's face as he recarpeted rooms. His hands blistered from the stapler and the new guy fucked up, so he had to stay late and teach the moron how to properly do it. When he exited the elevator to his floor all he wanted to do was sleep.

Unfortunately, a peaceful hallway didn't greet him. The same mumble rap heavy base trash that irritated him before pounded his already splitting head. He wondered why the other tenets were too terrified to speak to that damn woman. Stepping to her door he mumbled aloud, “How are you still able to do this after last night?"

Several hard smashes to the door later Charlotte appeared. She was now wearing a solid black strapless dress with those weird plastic things that made it sparkle. Well-groomed white-furred cleavage burst from the top. And of course, there was a glass of red wine in her paw.

“How's it going handsome?"

Samson was too exhausted to yell, choosing more of a soft plea to the red vixen, “Can you please turn the music down Charlotte?"

Her tail flicked and she tilted her head to the side. “You look like you need to unwind. Wanna join us?"

That was the last thing Samson wanted, but he couldn't get an answer out before she took his arm and pulled him inside. The music blared even louder, and voices scratched at the inside of his head. The dimly lit room was filled with anthros and a few humans. Smells of marijuana and other stenches assaulted Samson's final sense.

“Isn't this great! The music, the bodies moving!" The vixen yelled out over the music with a wide smile. “Want me to show you around?"

Samson already had enough of the place. It was a catastrophe. Beer bottles smashed at a wall scattering broken bits to the carpet. Two people actively fucking on her sofa trying to merge faces into one another. A line of dudes leading to the master bedroom, God only knows what's happening there. And trash was scattered everywhere like the start of a hoarding situation.

Samson screamed at the top of his lungs, “This is the police, you are all under arrest!" He pulled out his wallet and flipped it open in a mock gesture. The panic that ensued was a blur. There had to of been 25 bodies crammed into the apartment and they all grabbed their shit and sprinted out the exit. No one even bothered to check if Samson was even a fucking security guard.

“Wait don't go!" Charlotte cried out in vain. She battered Samson's shoulder with her free paw, “Why did you do that?! I was having fun!"

Samson glared daggers at her, “Look around you." He stopped and grabbed a random dude by the shoulder before he could make it out the door. “Do you know who this woman is?"

The man had to of barely turned 18. He stuttered with fear in his eyes, “I don't know! Let me go man!"

Samson released him and he was gone in a blur. He turned back to Charlotte, “None of these people even know who you are!"

Charlotte was silent, her tail limp. While she sulked, Samson shut off the blaring music and swept the rooms to make sure there weren't any stragglers or dead bodies. Once the coast was clear he pulled her to the sofa and sat her down. “What the hell were you thinking?"

“I just wanted to have fun."

“You have any idea how many laws you're breaking? Half of them don't even look old enough to drink." Her eyes watered and she was about to take a drink of her wine. Samson smacked the glass out of her hand. “Enough! No more. You're old enough to be their mother and you're acting like a goddamn college student." He stopped and stared out at the state the apartment was in. His overwhelming desire to clean this shithole took him. If not now, later if she gets evicted and is subjected to whatever her friends would do.

Her voice was weak, and she barely moved when she spoke, “But, I'm the fun mom."

“You know what, get yourself together. I'm going to clean this place up before mold starts to grow."

Charlotte was staring at her phone occasionally peeking up to see Samson fill another garbage bag with broken glass and trash. He wrapped his coveralls around his waist and worked quickly and soon she could see the carpet again. The bags were piled up in the center of the room right in front of the vixen. Like a metaphor for her life, she boggled at the pile.

A bottle of water was shoved in between her and the phone. “Here"

“Thank you."

“Are you sober now?"

“Enough."

Samson sat next to her, this woman was going to get herself killed with what he just cleaned up. He opened his mouth ready to tell her to seek help with AA or something when there was a loud banging on the door. Charlotte looked at her phone and then at the door. The door rattled as the guests banged on it again.

Charlotte got up and put on a façade of a smile. She strolled to the door with her tail swishing happily. She really knew how to put on a show. She didn't even peer through the peephole when she popped it wide open, “Hello! Did you leave some-“

She froze in the doorway as two wolves stared back at her. They had sinister toothy smiles on their muzzles. One had a greying muzzle while the other was pitch black. Possibly related.

“Hey babe," the older one spoke, “how's it going, sorry we're late."

The second one followed up his voice weaselly and smug, “You stiffed us yesterday, so we thought we'd pay you a visit."

“Stiff in more than one way Charlotte." The wolves laughed and pushed their way inside her home.

“Please leave," Charlotte protested, “I gave you back your money, I'm not a whore."

“You offered yourself. You must take care of your fans." The older wolf sneered, “I jerked myself off multiple times to your movies when I was in high school."

Charlotte shuddered and stepped backward into the living room.

Samson stepped next to her playing the bodyguard, “These two bothering you?" She was shaking with fear and ran behind the human.

“Get out of here skinner," the young wolf barked out, “We paid good money for the whore."

Samson sized them up as they hurled more insults. The small shithead was a scrawny manlet that could be downed easily. The larger older wolf had been eating his protein, probably not the first woman he attacked. Samson didn't take his chance and just lifted his shirt to flash the silver of his gun. A city apartment is no place to not be strapped.

“Beat it." Thanks to Samson's extremely exhausted unfazed demeanor the threat stuck, and they backed away to the entrance.

“Fuck you, skinner fucking whore! Enjoy being a fucking neck warmer!"

Despite their barks, they ran out the door with their tails between their legs. Charlotte clung to Samson's back, her eyes tightly closed. Samson touched her lightly and motioned back to the sofa. He took several long breaths before speaking to her. The last thing the poor woman needed was another person yelling at her. “What was that about?" Charlotte took a minute to compose herself while Samson waited patiently for her to tell the story in her own time.

“Last night I was at a bar and was recognized. He told me how he loved my movies and thought I was beautiful. It felt wonderful to be idolized and then he offered to take me home. I was drunk and was about to accept his offer when his little brother showed up and they started to talk about how they were going to take turns with me. It was disgusting." She shuddered a minute before continuing, “I felt my stomach turn. When I pulled my paw away, they gave me a wad of cash saying how great I looked for an old woman. I threw the cash back at them and ran."

Samson listened as best he could. Amazed that she managed to get out of there without being attacked. The local news always appalled him.

“And that's when I accidentally stumbled into your apartment."

Compassion surged in his bitter hate-filled heart for the delicate red fox.

Charlotte wiped her eyes clean before speaking more, “I know I've been a burden for the past few days, but can you stay the night here? I'm scared they'll come back."

Samson had a decent look at her place as he cleaned it up. There was absolutely no way in hell he was staying in her smelly place. He shook his head and watched her slump down further into herself.

“I need to sleep." Then he offered an alternative, “You can stay in my place and sleep on the couch."

Her ears perked up and light returned to her eyes. “Really? You'll do that for me?"

“One condition. No parties."

“Done. I think I need a break-"

“And no drinking."

Charlotte hesitated to look back in her partially cleaned home before returning to Samson, “Okay. Deal."

He let out a sigh, wondering if he was making a huge mistake letting the sober vixen inside his home. “Good, I think I cleaned up enough after you. Now grab what you need."

He opened the door to his apartment and let her enter first. He set her bags down on the coffee table so that she can get situated. There was no chance in hell he was going to sleep on the couch after all the crap she put him through.

“Go ahead and do whatever it is you're going to do. I'm going to take a nap. Or more than likely sleep until the morning. There is some food and drinks in the fridge, the bathroom is right there, so have a good night."

Charlotte smiled and then looked at her phone again. “Thank you. Uh. I don't think you told me your name yet."

“Uh. Samson."

“I already know you know this, but my name is Charlotte, thank you for everything." She smiled warmly to her savior, “Good night, Samson."

“Good night, Charlotte"

He lay in bed lost in thought and pulled out his phone. Something has been eating at him. He searched the vixen's name online to see what the hell movies she starred in. A red fox named Charlotte was quick to narrow down. A list came up and he scrolled through it. He saw none of these movies. She played several supporting actress roles in some pulp fiction movies. Stuff that would more than likely be buried in a discount bin ten years ago under twelve dozen copies of modern movies that no one asked for.

She was also the lead actress in a few movies, The Long Yarn, Ready to Drive, and Pills. Samson wasn't a movie buff, so he looked up some of the synopsis for the movies and they all read like bad 90s movies. The reviews of course were immaculate, indie shit always did well for critics. Pills was even a commercial success. A drug addict getting clean thanks to the help of the neighboring vixen who was a cop. Shmaltzy stuff. Explains why the vixen never seemed to have a job.

He dug deeper, like some kind of degenerate stalker. Her career was mapped out pretty well by the archivist. Only a few lines delved into her personal life. Stating basic facts that she lived in California and mysteriously stopped making movies. There was another fox with the same last name that starred as an extra for a couple of kid's movies. Some things clicked into place, she stopped starring in movies, and then another fox started her career. Samson's curiosity was sated, passing out after two days of exhausting work.

In the morning he strolled through his apartment getting ready to head to work. The vixen was dressed sitting on the couch bright and early. She was wearing a more comfortable look. No fancy dresses or nightgowns. Just a modest black T-shirt and some jean shorts. Her casual look gave the human pause, she looked amazing. “Good morning, Charlotte." She didn't hear him, her eyes were glued to her phone. He called to her again, “Good morning, Charlotte."

She finally broke her vision from the phone. “Oh, sorry. Good morning, Samson."

“Something wrong?"

“It's nothing, I'm just preoccupied."

Samson made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee, “Did you already eat?"

“Not really. I was afraid to wake you up. You were snoring so peacefully."

“I tend to do that when I don't sleep for a while or I'm extremely exhausted. I'll make us some eggs and bacon."

He prepared some breakfast. Meanwhile, Charlotte spoke on the phone again. “Hey, it's me again, I just wanted to call again to see how you were doing. I miss you. Love you." Her voice wavered in a concerned tone. Samson gritted his teeth to stop himself from digging, it really was none of his concern. He set the breakfast on the little table for her.

“Here you go, I'm going to go get dressed you can stay here while I work. I work here so I'll give you my number so you can call if those dipshits show back up."

Charlotte thanked him and wiped tears from her face again. Whomever she was trying to contact was making her worried. He gave a reluctant sigh and prepared himself to fix washing machines and unclog drains. During his break, he wondered if the vixen would leave back to her apartment and roll back into drinking and making the hallway a thundering club again.

But after work when he opened his door, the red-haired vixen looked up at him from the sofa. Her fur was combed and shining. “Welcome home." Her voice was cheerful. Samson wasn't used to someone being in his home, let alone another person happy to see him.

He waved to her before grabbing some clothes to shower himself. When he exited the bathroom drying his hair, he felt a massive relief to finally be clean. This didn't go unnoticed by Charlotte, “you're looking good." She had been staring at him while standing on her knees on the sofa. Her large fluffy tail swayed playfully in the air facing the television.

Samson blushed from the compliment. He shook off the embarrassment and ruffled his hair with the towel before tossing it into the washer.

The last time Samson had a roommate was in his early teens. He lived alone most of his adult life. What he envisioned happening was her only living in his home for a day or two while he spared some time to clean her apartment up. But she never left, she would spend her time staring at the phone and forget that she was even in someone else's home.

Days turned to a week, and they grew used to each other's presence. Samson wasn't home very often thanks to the 12-hour days. He wouldn't admit it, but he started to like having her around. The bitter handyman softened up like butter on the counter with her and deep down he didn't want her to leave. Her presence made his apartment a little warmer.

In his few hours of off time as he sat on the sofa Samson spoke with her about some of the movies she was in. Charlotte was more than happy to talk about her experiences in Hollywood. They even sat together and watched a movie she was an extra in. She pointed out how each actor was off-screen and the narcissism of the director. They shared laughs about how that information is now found online because none of those types of people will shut the hell up.

When her part came up, Samson was surprised. She was a hotel attendant in the film with a couple of lines. But she looked as fantastic as she did now, despite the movie being decades old. Her muzzle was a little more scraggily and the bags under her eyes were more pronounced. He couldn't help but admire Charlotte's careful care of her appearance. After the scene, he glanced over to see the vixen staring intently at his face. Judging the reaction with her dilated pupils. “Did you like it?"

“I thought you did great."

She smiled brightly after hearing that and sat closer to him. “I just wish we could watch my movies. All my tapes were broken in the move and none of the producers bothered putting them on disc. I'm sure you would have loved them."

“I'm sure I can find something," Samson said trying to perk her up, “I believe I started to download Pills a few days ago. At least I hope it is and isn't a virus."

“You heard of Pills? Normally humans don't care for anthro films."

Samson gave a reluctant shrug and spoke honestly, “I looked up some of the movies you were in. It was one of the last movies you did."

“It was one of my best roles. I was making contracts left and right…"

“What happened?"

“I got pregnant. I married some asshole and as soon as I showed signs he bounced. I think he was just wanting to use me to get rolls. I couldn't do movies because of the baby bump so my contracts were given to someone else."

Samson wanted to say something, but what would he say? He'd just eat his own fucking foot if he opened his idiot mouth. He carefully held up a hand to pet her fluffy shoulder to try and comfort her.

She leaned into it, “Thanks, but that's the past. I love my daughter dearly. I just wish she would talk to me."

“Is that who you keep trying to call?"

She nodded, “Her name's Charline. Though she has been going by Pepper recently."

The pieces fell together for Samson. The name of the extra was a girl named Charline. He didn't want to step on the relationship land mine, so he leaned closer to her and watched the remainder of the movie.

During the weekend was his time to really clean her home. Borrowing a steam cleaner from the office he scrubbed the carpets and furniture clean. Looking forward to the plans to watch Pills with the vixen in his home. It did make her happy to have someone show interest in her former career.

After he finished with the living room he moved on into her bedroom. There was a photo on the nightstand that caught his attention. It was a picture of a young kit. No doubt it was Charline. The happy fox was smiling wide wearing some dress costume on a stage. Looked to be an elementary school play or something. The smile seemed a bit forced, a feeling Samson was all too familiar with. He finished cleaning up and returned to his apartment.

“Just give it a few days to let the carpet dry. Then you can return safely to a clean room."

“Thank you so much for everything," Charlotte said staring up from the couch, “Was it really that dirty?"

“Really?" Samson laughed, “I flushed cocaine down the toilet."

She was shocked and then threw her side on the sofa. “How did I get this way?"

“I don't know. Do you want to talk about it? I don't work until Monday."

“Let's watch a movie first. I've been having headaches all day."

Samson wanted to point out she hasn't had a drink in over a week. But that might trip her up thinking she could have just one. He joined her on the sofa causing her fluffy butt to bounce. Her tail wrapped around his back, and she leaned into him.

Once he finagled the movie to play from his computer he watched absentmindedly. It was just a buddy cop, romantic comedy. She played her part just fine, though he couldn't break the illusion that it was just Charlotte dressed as a police officer. It took an hour to realize the vixen didn't say a word and leaned heavily on him. He looked over and saw that she was in a deep sleep.

Charlotte looked adorable sleeping on him. Her tight t-shirt showed off her figure and her exposed legs from the shorts attracted his attention to her entire body. Samson carefully set her to her side and wrapped the blanket around her. He finished watching the movie and genuinely enjoyed his time next to her slight snores.

The following morning, Samson was on the internet shitposting as one normally does. Charlotte had stepped out to get a few things from the grocery store. When she got back to his apartment, he heard the rattling of bags which pulled him away to help her.

“Thanks for the help, Samson."

“Don't mention it, glad to help." He said, tossing stuff into the fridge. But one thing was strange he grabbed a twelve pack of beer and looked over at the vixen, “What's this?"

She snickered to herself, “That's for you. You've been working hard all week I thought you could use a little relaxer."

He placed it in the fridge. “I don't think I need it."

“I won't touch it at all, trust me." The vixen said proud of herself, “I just wanted to talk to you after you loosen up a bit. I've been spilling my guts out to you nonstop for the past week. I want to hear about you."

Samson felt strange. No one has ever shown any genuine interest in him before. He smiled at Charlotte, “Thank you. That means a lot to me."

“Come on, go ahead and sit back and you can enjoy a beer."

“Giving me the hardworking husband prescription, sure I'll bite."

The two shared a laugh as he collapsed on the sofa. After a few beers and having an idle chat about his job and the people he worked with he was feeling a little more comfortable speaking about his personal life.

“I took a look around here and I couldn't help but notice you don't have any woman in your life," Charlotte stated looking around the room.

“That obvious huh?"

She nodded, “I didn't want to pry, but it was quite obvious with the lack of decoration."

“I had a girlfriend before I moved to this apartment. Was a mechanic at the time. She wanted me to marry her sister to get her a green card. I bounced out of that relationship immediately."

“Geeze, and you haven't been with anyone since?"

He shook his head, “Been working. You've seen how much time I have. If I'm not exhausted from work and the overtime, I'm usually asleep."

“That sounds hard."

“Nah, it's actually quite soft, beer does that to me." He cocked a smile at his joke.

The vixen covered her snout to avoid laughing too loudly. He continued to share some of his family life and his relationship with his father who passed. He felt relief overtake him as he unloaded his mind. All the while she crept closer to him wanting to hear more.

“How about your family." Samson questioned, “I know it's a touchy subject, but why does Charline not want to speak to you?"

“I pushed her too hard to be like me. I drove her to acting school every morning when she was little. Forced her to be in plays. Auditions for rolls whenever I could." Charlotte was starting to get distraught from listing things off. “When she turned 16, I tried to be her best friend. Get into her social life and be there for her. She resented me and ran away the first chance she got. I got to speak with her a few times after that, but now, we haven't spoken in years."

It was obvious to Charlotte that she wasn't a mother to Charline. Samson knew that as well. The vixen was in tears again wiping at her eyes and sniffing. He comforted her with a hug. She was putty in his arms, she returned the grip and pulled him deep. After a minute he pulled away to drink a little more. The social lubricant did help him relax. “I take it that's the reason you drink and party."

“Maybe. I just like to have fun, reminded me of better times. I go to local clubs too, there is quite the nightlife around here."

She went on to describe the feeling of being the center of everything. Having things happen around her. It made sense she wanted to throw parties. It's just a shame the locals just used her for their degeneracy. Meanwhile, Samson hasn't had a get-together with another individual since he took the damn job at the complex.

Samson finished the twelve-pack. He wanted to sleep but the vixen asked him more questions. Ones that he would normally not answer at all. His filter was broken, and she knew it.

“Why haven't you made a move on me? Do you think I'm ugly?"

“I think you're absolutely beautiful." The man was oozing with confidence, “Your fur is radiant like a burning fire." Charlotte's eyes were wide, and her face flushed from the complement. “I just think you're not in a position to do anything. You're living in my living room, if I did anything that would upset you, I wouldn't be able to deal with it."

She laughed loudly, “I can't believe that's what it takes to get some answers out of you. You know I've been a wreck thinking you despised me."

“I did." Samson said honestly, “I loathed you when you were my neighbor. The constant thrumming and noise. The drunken people stumble out making a racket. I couldn't stand it."

She tilted her head waiting for the 'but'.

“But. When you stumbled in drunk off your ass. I saw a vulnerable pretty vixen." He paused searching for the right words, “And I'm a man dammit! I wanted to protect you."

Charlotte was fanning her face with her paw, “Your gonna make my face catch fire if you keep talking like that."

“I should probably get to bed before I say something that I'll regret."

“Aw, but we were having so much fun. I like when you speak your mind."

“That's the point, I should quit while I'm ahead. Chronic foot in mouth syndrome."

“I think you're fine and very cute. Sweet dreams."

“Sweet dreams."

He grabbed the wall keeping himself steady. The dreamless sleep was welcomed. As he awoke, he smelled bacon. The groggy man was greeted by the sight of Charlotte cooking breakfast in his kitchen. She set out a plate for him and he greedily ate it.

“Do you remember last night?" Charlotte asked giving him a glass of water.

“A little, I feel like I said too much. Also, I feel like shit because of the hangover."

“I loved what you said about me. You have a big heart. So how about a date tonight?"

Samson pondered to himself. He had no other plans other than trying to get over his pounding head. Then Charlotte batted her eyelashes at him. She had an adorable smug smile on her face. He leaped and decided to get out of the comfort zone he's been nestled in for far too long. “I think that'd be great."

She ran over to hug him. Her large fluffy orbs pressing into his back reminded him of the gorgeous woman she was.

The reality of the date made him feel uncomfortable. He dressed up in his best outfit, a standard affair he wore when he goes to interviews. Not super flashy but at least he wasn't wearing his oil-stained coveralls. She planned everything so all he had to do was be present by her side. She wore her favorite black strapless dress. Not entirely gaudy but just eye-catching enough to let others know she was there.

Their first stop was a high-end restaurant. Samson ordered some expensive steak, and she ordered a fancy French salad. She paid for the whole affair. The food was good, and they laughed about the over-priced drink menu. When their appetites were sated, she whisked him off to a club. Not a run-of-the-mill cockroach-infested back ally. A fancy club that doesn't have the name on the building. Something one would find mob families run selling cocaine and hookers in the penthouse.

The music was base-heavy. Samson could barely hear himself think before he was pulled to the dance floor. He never danced before in his entire fucking life. She moved like liquid around him pulling his arms with her to loosen him up. He looked around and did his best to mimic some of the other men at the scene. He felt like a fish out of water. But at least knew what to do to try and get back in the water. He looked silly. But she was there by his side, laughing and playing along. The world seemed to melt away.

After the long night, they both stumbled back to his apartment laughing. He opened the door for her, and she walked in. It was a perfect night.

“I feel great," Charlotte said pressing her paw to the sturdy man. “I've been feeling a little cooped up in the apartment. That was definitely needed."

“I should be thanking you," Samson said holding onto her hip, “I feel fantastic."

“Well, I'm not going anywhere. We can do it again."

“I'd like that."

She pressed her body close to his, the black sequenced dress rattled a little. “How about you take me to your room to complete the night."

He couldn't think of anything he wouldn't want more, “I'd love that."

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The vixen's fluffy body enveloped him. The smell of her perfume penetrated her scent. He took a few moments to stroke the soft fuzzy body and pet her luscious tail. Every part of her body was soft and silky. He got up careful to not wake the sleeping beauty to make her some pancakes. But as he stepped near the coffee table, he saw her phone out in the open.

His damn curiosity got the better of him and he scrolled through her history to see how many times she called Caroline. Every day she tried. No doubt Charlotte had been blocked from her daughter at this point. He pulled out his phone to give it a try.

The female voice picked up on the other line, “Hello?"

He didn't think this far ahead.