Every artist hits a block now and then. Doesn’t matter the medium, there will come a point where you either get burned out or just can’t figure out where to go next with your work. Siroc is no different and while writing the script for his studio’s next film he reached his limit for the night and gave a frustrated groan before slumping onto his desk. Samantha happened to be at his house that day to prep his tax returns for the year and when she heard his frustration the cheetah slowly came over to see what was wrong. Spotting the genet lying face down against his work, she gently she rested her hands on his shoulders and began to work on tension he had been keeping pent up inside his posture.

The genet slowly leaned back and sighed some, glancing up at her he stated. “I’m at a full stand still. Dead ass.” Samantha responded by adding a little pressure on a knot she found, making him wince before letting out a little groan. “Maybe I should just stop for now but I fear my brain will harden as if it was made of concrete.” The cheetah was silent as he thought out loud. The genet leaned his head back against her breasts. Letting the warmth of her bosom push against his weary mind.

After a moment the genet opened an eye and asked. “Did you not wear a bra today?” Samantha just chuckled and moved her hands to his temples as she whispered. “One doesn’t really need a bra when doing math...”

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A little gift piece for  Siroc featuring his genet. The man works hard.

Drawn by the talented  birchly

Samantha is mine.