A thick and untamed red mane fell across hisshoulders. In comparison to Scar's suit, Simba wore a simple red t-shirtand jeans. He entered the office, ...esturing dramatically at nothing inparticular. "Look at what you've done to my father's city! To MY city!It's practically in ruins!"Immediately Scar's smirk disappeared, replaced by a deep scowl."This city is MINE, boy," he growled. "Mufasa is dead... and have youforgotten WHO, exactly, is responsible for that?"Simba paused, and for a moment his. Even in sleep, tightening my nipples teasing me slightly awake. Frustrated, I roll over. I meet the warmness of the figure beside me.My best friend and I had tied one on the night before, and there was no way I could let her drive home drunk. Hammered and hot, we didn't even think about it. We just stripped, crawled into bed and passed out. Now, in my sleep I found myself pressing closer to the naked warmth in bed beside me. My breasts nearly flattened against the silky soft back facing me.Even. Harvey had been nervous perhaps once or twice in his life. Now he could make it three.He started counting slowly to clear his head. When he reached three hundred, he would go close this deal.A noise made Boris jump up out of his chair. He checked the clock on the wall. Still forty minutes until he should be here, he thought.Another noise made him quietly slip to the foyer. It was the stairs creaking; someone was coming... down?It was Irina.What is she doing here?! Boris thought."Irina?" he. So far, it was just plain strip poker, but the girls, when they persuaded him to join them, had promised him some interesting variations later… It was late at night, he had just been about to leave the party when the four girls had come up to him. They were the only people still in the house, all the other guys having left already. After some embarrassed giggling and shuffling among the girls, none of whom looked more than twenty or so, a year or two younger than he was, a tall blonde.