Page 42 of Tiger Queen

But each animal looked fine, and the bloodwork came back negative for all major concerns.

Anthony wasn’t working in the zoo as much as the rest of us, but he tried to help whenever he was done with his programming job. He was an eager employee who asked me where he could be the most help, then jumped to work without argument or complaint.

If only Jake was this helpful. He still did whatever he wanted around the zoo without telling anyone. I guess it was better than nothing.

Anthony and I flirted while we worked. Little things at first, like smiling and checking each other out whenever we crossed paths during the day.

“Nice tail,” he said in a suggestive voice one day while passing by. “On the cheetah, I mean.”

“Right, the cheetah,” I said with a grin.

We started playing checkers in the library after dinner each night. Anthony was better than me, but only by a little; I won every third game, and the other two were close enough that I felt good about myself.

We also made out every night when we were done playing checkers.

It felt like a high school relationship, kissing and grinding against each other without taking things further. One night I was really tempted to unzip his pants and wrap my fingers around his cock, but I was afraid of jumping the gun again. Men got rejected all the time, but it was devastating to a girl’s confidence to be sexually rejected by a guy. I wasn’t going to put myself in that position again. The ball was in his court.

Fortunately, he was ready to shoot his shot.

We had just moved one of the female tigers—Chloe—into the medical room. I wanted to get her up-to-date on her vaccines before she was moved to the new wildlife refuge in Florida, and I wanted to give her a general physical examination to make sure everything looked fine. The last thing I wanted to do was hand over a diseased animal—both because it would be bad for the tiger, and because it would be embarrassing for me as a zoo vet. Like a mother sending her child to school with lice.

“Rabies and distemper?” Anthony asked. “Just like a dog.”

I opened Chloe’s eyelids and shined a bright light inside. The fluid in her eyes looked clear. “Most mammals are vulnerable to the same types of diseases. You have a dog?”

“No way,” he said with a chuckle. “Don’t get me wrong—I loved dogs. Dogs are awesome. But after growing up here I think I’ve had a lifetime of pets.”

As I walked around the table, I turned sideways and allowed my ass to brush against the front of Anthony’s jeans. I pretended like nothing had happened. “Makes sense.”

I bent over the table to examine Chloe’s back paws. I felt Anthony come up behind me. “What are you checking for now?”

“Just a general examination. Her pads are smooth and clean, with no sign of discoloration.”

His crotch pushed against my ass. “That’s good.”

“Very good,” I said, glancing over my shoulder.

Anthony pulled me up into an embrace, kissing me hard and desperate. His hands slid over my body, exploring me in ways we had not done during our nighttime checkers make-out sessions. He grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing my cheeks toward him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he said while unbuttoning my shirt.

I pulled his t-shirt over his head. “What took you so long?”

“I don’t know. But it’s not stopping me now.”

Within seconds he had my shorts off, pulled down around my ankles. I shimmied out of them and my panties, and the air was cool on my wet sex. Anthony gazed at me longingly, devouring me with his eyes. Then he spun me around and bent me over the examination table.

I gasped as he slid his cock into me from behind, filling my pussy completely and making me feel that wonderful ache of lovemaking. He gripped my hips with both hands while he was all the way inside, as deep as he could go. He remained like that as I looked over my shoulder at him, admiring his bare arms and chest. My suspicions had been correct: for a computer programmer he was surprisingly muscular. His torso was covered with lean muscle, like a Greek hoplite that was ready to run a marathon and then fight a battle at the end of it.

His blue eyes sparkled with ecstasy as he met my gaze.

I turned around and arched my back for him. Still gripping my hips he began fucking me, slowly and steadily. On the table in front of me Chloe was still unconscious, her orange and black fur gently moving with each breath. Her presence added a layer of danger to our act. It made it more exciting.

Both of us moaned loudly and surrendered to the act. Anthony fucked me harder, skin slapping against my ass cheeks and sending ripples of pleasure through my body. He ran his hands up my back while pounding me with his cock, and his grip tightened around a handful of my hair. He pulled gently, and I let out a gasp of pleasure as I craned my head back.

Neither of us lasted long. Something about the sudden, unexpected sexual gratification of doing it in the medical facility drove me over the edge very quickly. I started to cry out with ecstasy because it was too intense for me to keep my voice down, so Anthony wrapped his free hand around my mouth to muffle my noise. I wailed my orgasm into his palm, and within seconds he was gasping and groaning and filling me with his hot come.

He pulled out, then lifted me into another embrace so he could kiss me.

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