*Max was heady on pheromones and all that flirting. The Cat inside was dying to be unleashed. She sauntered with purpose, feeling the delicious leather encasing each thigh rubbing against her skin. The shirt she wore had horizontal tears in it, showing off her creamy, tan skin and flat, soft and curvaceous stomach. The leather hugged her hips and showed off her full ass. She made it to the door. She put her hands up on the top part of the door jam, knocking lightly on the door.*
Winchester, open up?
*She waited, the look on her face read 'predator'.*