The holiday season was always busy, regardless of what industry you worked in. For Zelda, this meant attempting to close and clear as many of the case files off her desk before the courts took their recess until after New Years. Long days in court that translated into evenings spent in her office until she could no longer focus on her documents and computer screens.
She rubbed her temples and closed the file on her desk. Three more reports to complete over the weekend, and she would be able to take her own much-needed break. The clock on the wall read 9:45pm, and her stomach rumbled, reminding her that lunch had been nearly nine hours prior.
Zelda gathered the paperwork for the files and checked to ensure she hadn't forgotten anything else. While the top of her desk boasted a handful of papers and law reference books, she required none of them for the weekend. She breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed her purse, and clicked off the desk lamp then the overhead light as she left the room.
In the wake of the fire that destroyed half of the law office where she worked, the building had been fully retrofitted to ensure the damages were repaired and anything that might happen in the future was adequately prepared for. The new walls and flooring had been polished and decorated, giving the interior a fresh, updated look that welcomed their clients. The security system was upgraded as well, and Zelda set the alarm before locking the door behind her. Only the employees knew the code to disable it, and since they had moved back in, there were no issues with break-ins. Then again, all those responsible had been apprehended and brought to justice.
Zelda slid into her car and set the files on the seat beside her under the small purse she carried. She rolled her shoulders and stretched before checking her phone. Only a brief 'heading into work, love you babe' text message from Link sent a few hours before. He had agreed to go back and rejoin the other dancers at Champions After Dark for the busy month or so around the holidays. Urbosa had proudly told her a week ago that his temporary return had redoubled the number of patrons coming through the club.
She couldn't be upset or jealous then… at least, she tried her best not to be. Yes, he was being ogled and requested left and right, but the performances were helping their friends– from Urbosa with the additional club revenue, to Fae and Midna with their renewed vigor at being able to dance with their longtime friend. And not that it was necessary, but the money Link brought home to add into the savings account was a sweet bonus. She just had to push the thoughts of other hands that weren't hers on his body when he was paid for a lap dance or time in the VIP room.
It was just before ten when she pulled into the parking lot for the auto shop Link owned next to the club after not finding a spot closer. Not that she minded the additional steps.
Deku's Custom Automotive would always bear his father's name and legacy. And under Link's leadership, the business continued to flourish. Zelda couldn't be more proud of her boyfriend. He gave 100% to everything that he set his mind to, and it endeared him to her all the more.
She still felt out of place when walking into the club. The girl manning the counter knew better than to request a cover charge for her and waved her through. Champions was busier than Zelda had seen it yet, standing room only for the main floor.
The lawyer paused behind one of the booths, watching the pair of women claiming the poles on the stage. One was Midna, Link's longtime friend, but Zelda didn't recognize the dark-haired woman beside her. Then again, Urbosa had recently hired a few new dancers, so the blonde hadn't seen all of them yet. Such was the case when Link was no longer at the club five nights a week.
"Zelda! Have you seen Link yet?" Twi called from beside the bar. The dark blond made his way over to her. He was dressed in the skintight leather tearaway pants and suspenders he wore in one of the numbers, and his hair was pulled back in the high ponytail that drove customers wild. His body glistened with the oil and glitter they wore on big performance nights, giving the young man a faint glowing aura. With the exception of his hair color, the sharpness of his features, and the tattoos on his body, Twilight, or Twi for short, was the perfect doppelganger for 'The Hero'.
"No. I just got here. Is he on soon?"
Twi gave a nod. "After the current performance and one more. We're doing the group 'Hero' number. I just ran out here for a drink. See you after?" He grinned and brushed a kiss on her cheek, earning a soft gasp from Zelda. "Gotta make him jealous somehow. He did get the hottest girl in Kakariko."
She was still blushing when he darted off to join the group backstage. All the guys who danced at the club were flirts to one degree or another. Link was one to nor react, or laugh off jealousy just like she did, at least in public. But later, when they were alone, he would be all over her, reminding her of how deeply he loved her and of his unwillingness to share. And Zelda didn't mind that at all.
"Zelda!" A light, sweet voice accompanied a hug from behind. "I didn't know you were coming this way!"
The blonde turned to return her embrace. "Az! What are you doing here tonight?"
"Urbosa has been teaching me some dancing. It's been a lot of fun!" The petite woman's pink eyes shone with excitement. She pulled the ribbon out of her hair, allowing the long, platinum locks to fall around her shoulders. "I signed up for a performance at the fundraiser they're holding next week. I want to show I don't need anyone to prove my worth."
Zelda hugged her tighter. "I'm proud of you, Azzy! What's the dance you're doing then?"
"It's a surprise. But suffice to say, I think it'll go well. And I'm singing too." Az blushed. "I've been practicing that part at home. And my sister says I've been doing a good job of it."
"I have every faith in you." Zelda half-turned when she heard the cheers from the end of the performance on the stage. Several dancers had come out and were making their way through the crowd, encouraging those present to look for more when they got a closer look. "Az."
"Hm?"
"Let me buy you a dance to help you celebrate." Zelda held up her hand when she saw her friend's immediate deer-in-the-headlights reaction. "Don't shut me down! I know you enjoyed a bit of the attention at Mipha's bachelorette night, and I want to give you that again. Can I do that for you?"
Az buried her face in her hands, her face flaming. "You're not gonna let me out of this, are you?" she squeaked.
"Not at all. Besides," Zelda pulled her in for another hug and to whisper in her ear, "I know you don't mind a little attention from 'The King.' Am I right?"
The petite girl let out a soft eep and kept her head buried against Zelda. "Why are you like this?" she moaned softly in despair.
"Because you're a sweet friend, and I want to see you happy." Zelda caught Fae's eye when the redhead was making his way around the room, his long red wig flowing around his shoulders. She gestured him over with her head while Azzy moaned into her shoulder.
"Well, well. The Princess herself has graced us with her presence this evening. And she's brought a sweet little butterfly with her." Fae purred when he reached them. "Can I help you ladies with anything?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact." Zelda waited til Az had turned and greeted him. "She'll have a dance in the VIP room, please."
Fae's eyes danced with laughter. "Oh, my pleasure. I've been trying to encourage her to have another dance after the bachelorette party, especially since she's been around Urbosa recently. But she's declined every time. What changed your mind tonight, Az?"
"Zelda made me," she pouted, her cheeks as red as the wig on his head.
"Well, then I thank you, Princess. Also, your Hero will be on stage shortly." He winked at Zelda before gesturing for Az to follow him while he went to stand at the edge of the VIP hallway.
Azzy's pink eyes were wide as she turned and squeezed Zelda's hand. "Sometimes, you're just as bad as Saki!"
"If it means playing matchmaker for a friend whom I know is single and interested in a certain redhead, then yes. Enjoy your private dance!" Zelda waved her off before going to pay for her friend's enjoyment, including a sizable tip for one of her boyfriend's best friends. Fae was a good guy: flirty and romantic to a fault, but secretly hoping to settle down like Link had. He could certainly do far worse than a sweet girl like Azalea, and Zelda could only hope that they would see it soon as well.
The music changed to "Don't You Wish Your Hero Was Hot Like Me" after she'd paid the fee. Impulsively, Zelda turned towards the stage. The audience screamed when they came out. Link was in the center of the stage, flanked by Twi and another male dancer she didn't recognize. It didn't matter though. She only had eyes for her boyfriend.
Link's grin widened when he caught sight of her in the crowd, and Zelda swore that he put an extra flare into his body roll and booty drop before grabbing the pole. It was easy to see why Urbosa had encouraged him to come in for the holidays. The crowd ate it up, and who could blame them? She knew how skilled he was, on stage and in bed alike– to say nothing of his work with the shop next door. In short? Her Hero was a Champion like no other.
The dance ended with all three men panting and clinging to their poles, feet back solidly on the floor. Zelda joined in with the claps and cheers, smiling when Link winked at her. His attention, as always, was fully on her. Nobody else would have a chance to do more than daydream and drool over his body. And that was just the way they both wanted it.
The trio retreated backstage, and Zelda sighed softly to herself. It would be a couple minutes before he would come around to join her, so she made her way over to Urbosa.
The older, tanned redheaded woman towered above her, with her high ponytail and heels only adding to her height. Her blue painted lips parted in a faint smirk when she saw Zelda approaching. "Well, you're here rather late, little bird. What brings you into the club tonight?"
"Link. What else?" Zelda shrugged with a practiced look of nonchalance that dropped as soon as she was in range of a hug. "I'm glad to be here. How late is he dancing tonight?"
"He got here at four because it's the weekend, so I'm giving him until midnight. Most of our regulars who come for him are heading out between twelve and one anyway. And this way he'll be home in your bed before the wee hours of the morning."
Zelda blushed in spite of herself. They'd been a couple for months now, but that didn't mean she was entirely immune to the innuendos that were made about the two of them. "I appreciate that."
"Of course." Urbosa looked her up and down. "When was the last time you surprised that boy in bed?"
"I beg your pardon?!" Zelda sputtered, nearly choking on her own tongue.
"You heard me. When was the last time you did something spontaneous to knock his socks off?" Urbosa raised an eyebrow at her. "I have no doubt that you're enjoying what you've got, and he keeps things fairly mixed up, but men often appreciate being given special attention and a chance to feel like they don't need to be the only ones planning."
"It's been a bit," she admitted. "The last time was with a new lingerie set that I brought back from an upscale boutique in the Capital. But that's been at least a month or so."
"Sounds like you're overdue for something." Urbosa crossed her arms and eyed her from head to toe. "Follow me."
"What? But Link–"
"Can wait another few minutes and entertain the rest of the audience like he's being paid to do. It won't hurt him to wait, and it'll drive up business for our other dances if he lets them know most of his 'dance card' is full." Urbosa wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, leading Zelda down the back hallway to the dressing room and the racks of costumes for her dancers.
"What am I supposed to be looking for?" Zelda swallowed hard when she saw the tiny, translucent red bustier and thong hanging with a devil horn headband. She quickly looked past it. She was hardly a 'little devil'.
"Something playful, and out of the ordinary for you, yet certain to spice things up for you both." The redhead turned and saw her flushed face, as well as what she was standing beside. "Don't worry, little bird. I won't put you in a devil costume."
"What do you have in mind then?" Zelda traced her finger over one of the skimpy Gerudo-style outfits. "These are cute."
"Cute… for another time. I'm not doing Christmas for you either. You don't need to be wearing yet another faux fur trimmed nighty that barely covers your ass. I can't think of a more overdone outfit. How do you feel about headbands?"
Zelda gestured silently to the one she'd slid into her hair while in the car. "No issues with one."
Urbosa handed her two hangers. "Try both of these on. Just the bustiers. I have a brand new bottom that will match either one. And rest assured: all of these have been heavily cleaned, if that was a concern of yours." She gestured to the curtained area behind the blonde. "Go for it."
She swallowed down her embarrassment and did as she was told, closing the curtain as tightly as she could behind herself. The first was leather, and skintight, paired with some handcuffs that had Zelda immediately chuckling. A dominatrix, she was not. They had considered playing around with light bondage, but a necktie worked fine for one instance they had tested it, and she had no desire to delve deeper into that fetish.
The second was far more revealing, yet Zelda found herself oddly attracted to it when she faced the full-length mirror. The black bustier was sheer, fine lace, with a ribbon lacing up the front. Thin lace straps went over the shoulders and connected to the low back of the vest. It sat low on her chest, showing cleavage as well as her nipples through the fabric that left little to the imagination. A thick black ribbon choker was draped around the top of the hanger, along with a pair of accessories that made Zelda smile. She turned and gave herself a slight nod. Urbosa had great taste and a better eye for the styles that suited the people around her than most people would give her credit for.
A couple minutes later, she slid the curtain back open and handed back the leather set. "I'll take the lace."
"Thought you might. Here's the bottoms, oh, and you'll need these."
Zelda balked at the six inch platform heels with two inches of support below an open toe box. "I'm not sure I can even move, let alone dance in these!"
"Have you forgotten all I showed you so soon? If nothing else, just stand in them beside his practice pole, and do a booty drop before kicking them off for your mini routine. If that doesn't have him drooling, I'll give you half-ownership of the club tomorrow. But! If you even try to bring back either of these, little bird, I won't let you set foot in here for a month, understand?" Urbosa said sternly, staring her down with a raised eyebrow.
"Y-yes, ma'am." Zelda gulped softly, then relaxed when the redhead pulled her in for a hug. "Thank you, Urbosa."
"You're welcome. Now, give him a kiss then head home to knock his socks off. I'll hold this til you're ready to leave so you keep it a surprise." She gave the blonde a nudge towards the hallway where a muscular, tattooed blond in skin tight black pants and little else waited with arms crossed over his chest.
Zelda's face lit up when she caught Link's smirk. She ran over and gave him a hug, then cupped his face in her hands so she could give him a fierce kiss. His grunt of surprise at her enthusiasm sent a thrill down her spine. She was going to surprise him when he got home, and he was going to love every moment of it. Of that, she was certain.
A couple of hours later, she heard the front door downstairs open, and the jangle of keys when Link hung them on a hook and kicked off his shoes.
"Zel?"
"In the bedroom," she called down. "Do you need a snack before you come up?"
"Nah, I grabbed one to eat on the way home." The tell-tale sounds of the dancer taking the stairs two at a time came a moment before he hit the doorway. "Did you–"
Zelda knew the instant he saw her because his words died in his throat. She looked up from where she laid on her stomach on the bed, with her heel-clad legs up and crossed. "Welcome home," she purred.
Purred was the operative word as she rolled over and grabbed the edge of the long, fluffy black tail attached to the small ring on the back of her black thong. She pushed herself up, breasts first, onto all fours. The matching black cat ears were fastened into her blonde hair with bobby pins, and the bustier showed every bit as much as she wanted it to. The final accent was the thick ribbon choker and bell that jangled when she moved.
"Whoa… Zel, I–" Link couldn't take his eyes off her as she sat up on her knees and ran her hands over her sides.
"See something you like?" Sleeping with him for a few months had given her the confidence she needed to tease him the way she wanted to.
"I'll say." He took a step towards her, his erection straining against his beige pants. "Where do you want me?"
"Naked on the bed, facing the pole, but you can't touch yourself."
He let out a low groan. "Goddess, you know how to torment me, don't you, Princess?"
Zelda didn't reply. She was too focused on shifting to stand next to the pole without falling. She had had a few lessons with Urbosa over the time she and Link had been together, nothing fancy or incredibly athletic. But she had enough of a handle on it to offer her boyfriend a show.
She stood with the pole behind her, grasping it with both hands above her head while she waited for Link to comply.
"Holy shit… I've never seen a cat as sexy as you," he breathed, flopping back on the bed facing her.
Zelda couldn't help but smile. Her blond, tattooed Hero looked like absolute perfection lounging against the pillows. His hand on his hip subtly brought attention to the long, swollen cock pressing against his abdomen. He was amazing, and all HERS.
"Purrrhaps I can entice you to claim some pussy later." She hooked a leg backwards around the pole and spun herself around slowly, keeping her back arched to accentuate her breasts. "Have you seen a cat do this?"
"Never."
Even from a few feet away, she could hear the change in his breathing whenever the annoying bell on her neck stopped ringing. He was so aroused by her that he was barely holding himself back. It was written all over his face.
Zelda balanced carefully on her heels and spun twice around the other way, drawing his attention to her breasts and the curve of her hips. Link was all about her legs and her breasts, so she definitely did her best to show those off. After these few months, she wasn't as anxious as she used to be– about her body, her dancing, or her sexuality. She could request what she wanted from him, anytime, and he wouldn't hesitate to offer her the best he had.
With a deep breath, she grabbed the pole near the bottom and did the move she had been practicing last with Urbosa. It was more advanced than most of the others, but worth it, providing she could pull it off. Her leg was hooked behind the pole, and she shifted her grip til she was confident enough to get her second foot off the ground. Then spin and slowly shift her weight til she was arching her back and pulling herself up by her legs til she was partially inverted. It was a heady sensation, literally, supporting herself with her leg strength and the crown of her head pointed towards the hard platform rather than the soft mat of the practice floor. But worth it, given the breathy moan coming from her boyfriend.
"Oh my Goddess, Princess… that's the hottest thing I've ever seen!"
Zelda used her arms to pull herself back up to vertical, then spun and brought her legs back down onto the platform heels. She gave an exaggerated bow, lingering as she came back up to show off her breasts, then straightened. She couldn't help the faint wobble as she stumbled onto the bed, her chest heaving from the exertion.
Link didn't wait for permission to move before he was crawling over to cover her face in soft kisses. "Princess, you're amazing," he whispered in awe. "How long have you practiced that?"
"For a while. But I didn't think it was ready yet. Urbosa convinced me that I needed to offer you a little surprise too, before the holidays. What do you think?" she asked.
"Do you have to ask?" Link gently kissed down her neck.
"Ah! Do me a favor and undo the ribbon on the back." She turned her head to the side. "I know it's almost Christmas but I can't hear myself think with it on."
"With pleasure. Y'know, I might even call it a purrfect surprise for me. Who knew my Zelda could dance like that, or look like a perfect cat?"
"I meowt've had an idea?" She giggled when his eyes went wide at her pun. "I've been waiting to use that one since Urbosa gave me the top."
The blond chuckled and traced his finger around the edge of the bustier. "Well done. Tell me, Princess, does this kitty have anything else to share?"
"Awww. Are you hoping for a little–"
"Pussy action? Yes."
Her wrists were caught by his strong hands and pinned above her head along with the plush end of the faux fur tail still hooked onto her thong. His breath was warm on her ear while he leaned down to whisper, "I hope you don't mind me taking over now."
"And if I did?" Her green eyes flashed with just a hint of defiance. "What then?"
"Then the kitten's claws need to come up so she can show that she's not all sweet with a hint of fire. Lemme see some feistiness, my little–"
"If you say 'sex kitten', I will smack you," Zelda warned. Her platform-clad heels wrapped around his waist and in a move of strength that caught him off guard, she rolled them over, dropping her weight firmly over his weight. "These aren't fancy manicured claws, but they'll do the job." She ran a finger down the middle of his chest. "Will these do for you?"
Link made a show of crossing his arms behind his head. "That depends. Will you be showing more feistiness now, or posing pretty then showing me your ass when you resume a demure little attitude and roll over so I can give you the attention you want?"
"Feisty does have its appeal." She pretended to think it over for a moment while she rocked her hips against his erection. "Right up there with the sexy dancing in terms of charms. Let's see… grinding my pussy against your hips and watching the appreciation on your face, or rolling over to let you fuck me from behind?"
"Do I get a choice, or are you making this one for me?" Link asked with a faint groan. He arched his back and met every movement she made with his own.
Zelda leaned down and kissed him, lifting herself off him. She didn't have to say a word as she pulled her thong aside and sank back down over him. His moan of pleasure matched her own.
"Princess, I wasn't kidding… that was absolutely fucking fantastic," Link murmured. His hands were back on her body, cupping her breasts, then tracing down her sides to her hips. "You can surprise me like this any time."
"I will keep that in mind, but if I do this too often, then it'll lose its novelty," she pointed out. "I may be tempted to receive some suggestions from Urbosa now and then, however."
"Fair."
Zelda ran her hands through her hair, finding again the forgotten headband with black cat ears she was wearing. She glanced down at her boyfriend and let out an exaggerated purr when he thrust harder up into her.
"Ohhhhh!" Link moaned and gripped her hips tighter.
She giggled softly and dragged her fingernails across his chest. "Enjoying the pussy, are you?"
His low groan of approval confirmed it before he could nod. Zelda pulled herself nearly free of his cock, then eased back down. She could feel his breathing change when she repeated the action. A slight shift had him hitting the spot within her that had her nearly seeing stars from the intensity of the pleasure. Her pace increased with the stimulation, driven by her need for release. Over and over her asscheeks slammed firmly against his thighs from the force of her riding him. Her back arched when she reached her climax, and she cried out, gripping the sheets beside them from the force of her release.
His grip on her hips tightened and he gasped, his chest heaving while he swelled within her. "Princess, I–" He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was flooding her with his desperate need for her.
Zelda sighed and laid forward on his chest, humming in the back of her throat when Link's fingers stroked through her hair. "Mmm. Feels good."
"Are you purring again, Princess?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Purrhaps."
"Who knew my Zelda would want to be a sexy black cat?"
She giggled and snuggled tighter against his chest. "It wasn't what I had in mind originally, but I think it worked out well. Urbosa knew what she was suggesting. Maybe next time I'll have to go with something a little–"
"Princessy?" Link cut her off with a chortle. "Devilish? Oh, I know! Maybe you can get one of those little schoolgirl–"
"Shhhh." She put her fingers over his lips. "You and I both know those are cliched and overdone."
"Yeah, but so is black cat!" he argued.
"A little, but you can be sure that I'll think out of the box for the next time. I've gotta keep you on your toes."
"Like those heels kept you up on yours? Seriously, Zel. I had no idea you knew how to move on platforms like that!"
"To be completely honest, I don't," she admitted. "But I took it slow, and I'll make sure that I'm practicing with them so I know how to properly dance on the pole AND in the heels."
"Princess, the sexiest thing you can do is show confidence in yourself and your body. If you're doing that, which you are, then there's not a thing you can do that won't turn me on. And that, Princess, is the greatest gift you can offer to me." Link kissed her forehead and sighed in contentment. "Best early Christmas gift ever."
"What, my dancing?" Zelda asked softly, tucking her head in under his chin as sleepiness took over.
"No. Having you in my life."
The last sound to rumble from her throat before she fell asleep was nothing short of a contented cat sound. And two thoughts crossed her mind: one, she owed Urbosa quite a 'thank you' when she saw her next. And the second… It was a good thing that she loved Link. Because there was nobody else in the world that she would choose to dress like a sexy black cat for… but she wouldn't have it any other way.