Clairice and Cleo: The Introduction

<sub>After another fine evening at the strip club, Cleo decided it was time to head home. She stepped outside into the chilly air and was immediately grateful she had her warm coat on. Starting her treck home, she tucked her nose into her coat and padded along the road.
"Aw, baby, why you runnin' away?" the Capo's neck snapped to the left as she heard some males on the other street over.
"You shy 'lil thang? Just a 'lil bit of the good stuff and we could get crazy" Cleo scoffed and made her way in the disrespectful males' direction. Upon closer investigation, she saw it was two Boxers and a Doberman trailing a female dog, who was walking briskly in the other direction, coat over her face as high as it could go.
"I got some bills, babe, I could leave you a generous tip!" The two boxers laughed at the Doberman's comment and noticed Cleo's determined arrival.

"Shit, boss, incoming!"
The Doberman's head casually turned and he smirked.
"Overhear and want to join us?" he snickered.
"Get the fuck out of here, she's clearly not interested." Cleo calmly barked.
"Oooohhhhh!" the Boxers howled.
"And why's that? She think she's too good for us? Last time I checked, money's money." his eyes gleamed with challenge, the boxers watched in anticipation.
"Last time I checked, guys like you act all big to make up for what they're lacking in size down there."
"OOOOOOOHHHH" now the Boxers were practically in hysterics. Cleo turned away from the dogs and headed over to the female, assuming her work there was done.
"Hey, you alright?" she asked quietly, paw resting on the other female's shoulder.
"I love it when the ladies touch each other!" The Doberman woofed, not realizing a very pissed off Capo Cane was barreling towards him.
"Hahahahah-UH" Next thing he knew he had a maw full of snow and a large paw on his back. "I imagined you'd be a top" he remarked. *click click* His eyes went wide as he felt the cold end of a gun firmly pressed to his skull. "Crazy bit-!"
"I'd highly suggest you shut the fuck up, and get the hell out of here before your brains get strung up in the trees like tinsel."
"Jesus Christ, bitch, what the hell is your problem?!" He scrambled to his feet and ran off, Boxers shortly behind him.

"Fucking assholes" she breathed, putting her gun back in place. She nearly butted heads with the other female as she turned around. "Oh-hey-um..." then she realized who it was. Standing before her in nothing but a coat and red spanks was her favorite dancer at the strip club. "Uhhhh..." she stupidly vocalized, not knowing what to say. It was clear in the Spaniel's eyes that she recognized her highest-paying customer. She stood in front of the Capo, paws in her coat pockets and breath appearing in the chilly air.
"Thanks" she finally said, a small smile appearing.
"Um, sure, no problem." Cleo awkwardly said.
"Guys are such dicks" the Spaniel mumbled as she shivered.
"Yeah. Just because they have them doesn't mean they have to act like them" the Spaniel genuinely laughed at that. Cleo eased up a bit and enjoyed her remark as well. "So, um...are you good? Or could I walk you somewhere? I don't want to you have to deal with that again." The other female's head tilted down, ears hanging down, as she smiled.
"That would be nice" She paused for a bit, then turned back in the direction she was originally going in. Before long, the Capo's paws fell into step with the Spainel's. "I'm Clairice...by the way" She said, with a shy glance at the other female.
"Cleo"</sub>

Art and story (c) Becc@ Petersen
Cleo's design and breed (c)
Clairice's design (c)
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