It was a normal day in New York City. Maureen's pale body was sprawled onto the bed, naked, covered in loose sheets. She groaned as her cat, Elsie, woke her up when the cat settled onto the diva's bare chest, pushing its paws onto her left breast before drifting to sleep. By pet law, she knew she couldn't move. Ten minutes later, Maureen was fast asleep not knowing Joanne had just entered the apartment.

"Honeybear I'm home!" Joanne yelled.

"Mau?" The lawyer set her coat neatly onto the lazy boy, kicked off her shoes, and walked over to the dimmed bedroom. She chuckled at sight of Elsie perched onto Maureen's perfect breasts.

Elsie immediately woke up, waking up Maureen up as well.

"Pookie?" Maureen groggily said as she covered herself up, "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

Joanne loosened her tie and walked towards the beauty, "Maureen, It's seven at night, I just got off from work."

Maureen moved the curls out of her face and looked at the analog clock,

"How come you didn't wake up?" Joanne laughed as she changed into a tank top and sweatpants.

"For one, you were pretty demanding last night," Joanne blushed, "Second, I couldn't move because Elsie thought it was a good idea to sleep on my boobs."

Before Maureen could get up, Joanne pushed her back onto the bed, leaning against her chest.

"They are pretty comfortable," She said before Maureen could bring her into a heated kiss.

All of a sudden, Elsie jumped onto the bed, perching herself onto Joanne's side of the bed. They both stopped their mini make out section and looked at the white cat.

Elsie just looked into their eyes, waiting for something to happen, "Do you think Elsie watches us having sex?" Maureen chuckled.

Joanne giggled, "Uh no, we always lock her out but she's always watching us making out, which is-weird."

"Damn cat," Maureen said before kissing the lawyer once more.