Weekend at Sofia's p.3 - Party Favour

“H-uh? – what.. what do you mean?” 

“Did I stutter? Or are your ears just that small already?” 

“No I mean.. you said you could help though!“ 

“Honeybun, if I did a pro-bono job for every shrinking sob story that climbed on my desk I’d never get any real work done. Gosh, if  I could count the number of specks I’ve shooed outside after tracking  paw-prints over my paperwork…” Dylan flustered a bit at that as the doggy  sipped her drink again. Swirling the half depleted cup, as if to remind  him his time (and size) were dwindling rapidly.
"You’re cute and all but you simply have to make this worth my while… ”
"I could pay you!" He blurted out a lil too loudly which made her chuckle.
"At your salary? I can pick pennies up off the ground too Dylan it’s just  not worth my time to bend down. And at the size you might end up? Gosh I don’t even know if I have a magnifying glass around the house..
“Wait! I could um… draw for you. You know how well I draw!” 

“Unless you’re going to be doodling in the margins of my  lab note book I don’t think anyone's going to be able to see what you scribble up, itty bitty bunny boy.” She laughed and leaned in, letting  her breath batter his whiskers as she made a show of licking her toothy  canine chops. “.. so you better get the lead out and offer me something  interesting...” 

“Mmff... w-w-well I could give you a massage! back massage! Paw rub?" 

“Oh Dylan… Now who is that really a treat for, hmm?” the  doggy mused, making him jump as she pressed her own stocking glad puppy  paw against his leg. The de-shod sole of the hound felt curiously tickly behind that walk of silky pantyhose; but it didn’t soften  pressure she exerted one bit. The loose way his jeans dangled at her  touch. The fact that his curling toes didn’t quite reach the floor  anymore. He felt a dizzying gut well up in his guts as he dropped down a  few more precious centimetres. Breathing accelerating as he bit his lip  and tried to will himself to stop shrinking. The frightful exertion of  which, didn’t go unnoticed by the wicked hound playing footsie with him  as he shuddered and shook and shrank at her very touch. 

"Besides bunbun - where you're going? ... I think my foot would just end up rubbing you,"
 He whimpered and blushed at that button pressing swipe as he tried to  think of something to offer up as she sipped her coffee, training that  dichromatic, piercing gaze on him the entire time. Those predatory  portals zeroing in on him with all the precision and pressure of a  master negotiator. He felt like he was being sighted by a hunter, and  the scope of what was at stake didn’t escape him one bit. The anxiety of  it all causing him to slip up and lose a few more precious inches, as  her tilted ever so slightly to follow his stifled, startled descent. 

The shiver inducing silence broke when she clapped down  her empty cup on the table and yawned. The wide spill of her chops  immediately snaring his intention. Molten pink tongue spilling over  ivory stalagmites. Cavernous canine chops with molted depths that he  felt like he could fall into at any moment. He jumped when she CLACKED  her jaws shut, smirking at him. Stupid, herbivore instincts.
“Mm..  well if you’re done maw-gazing Dylan, it’s been fun – but I really must  go. I’m late for my work out and you know how important keeping to a  schedule can be.” She stood and brushed a few crumbles from her suit  jacket, dropping a few bills on the table and snatching up Dylan’s  unattended own drink from the table. In the same motion reaching over to  pinch his ear with a cheeky tug. 

”Good luck with your little… ah… problem. I’m sure if you  stick around here one of the coffee shop girls wouldn’t mind taking you  home as a tip.” She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “The  cute mare at the counter would be a better choice than the anteater gal  in the back if you ask me – you know how they are with bugs like you,” 

“Wait! Wait Sofia Pleeeeeeasee!” he pleaded, watching her  start toward the door, “You can’t just.. leave me -! Please sure -  surely I can do something for ya!” 

“Hmm,” ruminated the doggy as she mused a moment before  snapping her finger, “Ah! You know what I can help you out Dylie-dylie!  The girls are coming over Sunday. I think they wanted to play those  cellphone party games – but I have a better idea actually. You’d be  great for that – you’re quite the little party favor after all. Can you  do that for me Dyl? Entertain the girls and I for an evening and I’m  sure I could fix up that tiny issue of yours.” 

“Um.. like dancing? Or singing...? What did you have in mind? ” he started, not sure quite exactly  what “entertainment” encompassed. Especially around that group of gals. 

If Sofia heard his inquiry though, the doggy didn’t seem  too inclined to elaborate. The hound simply smirked and then waved him  on to follow, sipping at her stolen drink as she waved goodbye to the  pony girl at the counter. Assuming the bun would follow, didn’t slow her  stride on iota; threatening to vanish beyond the double doors before he  even finished hustle-shuffling out of the much too-large seat of the  booth. Stumbling bun trying to hold up his jeans as he chased after the  sight of that swooshing tail threatening to disappear around the corner.