Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT
Updated and Edited 2/17/16
Kitty closed her eyes enjoying the cool night air. It was almost three in the morning and she had class at noon, but she was enjoying the night air far too much to give it up just yet. It had been another crazy night at the bar, but the payout had been worth it. Earning nearly three hundred dollars in a night was never a bad thing for a struggling college student in New York City. Her hand briefly brushed over the bulge of money in her pants pocket that was hidden under a sizable, but ragged hoodie. 'Even if it did come with some weird tastes,' she thought to herself with a glance up at the purple cat ears nestled in her pastel dyed locks.
Kitty didn't exactly just work at a bar, she worked at a fetish strip club named Dream Come True in the Bronx. Her Latina heritage enabled her tongue to roll out a natural purr sound when she so wished it. Her boss Duke had quickly caught on and before long, she entertained almost exclusively to men who liked "cat-girls". She charmed everything from those who were curious, to anime enthusiasts, to even the occasional full out furry fetish.
"Me-ow! Damn girl you be lookin hella fine!" Barked a random guy who happened to be passing near the park bench she was sitting on that night. Another tuesday night in the big apple it seemed.
Sure, she was a fantasy worker, but she had just gotten off duty. Plus, the club had rules and bodyguards to enforce them. It was probably the biggest favor her boss Duke had ever done for his girls. For all the man's faults he protected his girls. Sometimes though, they had to protect themselves. The odd hours of the club made the girls vulnerable on their way home. Most of them buddied together in groups to protect themselves, but she wasn't close enough to any of the other girls to really justify it.
A large hoodie and jeans covered the slips of material that was her work uniform. After the first few times, she had just started leaving the purple cat ears and tail on. Duke had instructed her to not leave them at the club. There was too high a risk of them being stolen there. He hadn't paid top dollar to one of his best customers for the robotic things just to have the set snatched and sold for drugs or something. Of course, if they were stolen from her it would come out of several of her paychecks. Duke could be a real piece of work sometimes too.
"Heeeeere kitty kitty kitty~" The man sang when she ignored his original advances.
That was NYC for you.
