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Respectfully but showing all the efficiency of a consummate professional, the poodle Pokemon sluiced Leorajh's long hair through her fingers. The prettyboy lion was hygienic to the point that her washing his hair was a formality, yet the Furfrou dared not say as much. To touch and savor her favorite client was not something she wanted to jeopardize.

Reclining with his hair in wet, noodly strands seemed to be one of the exclusive Leorajh's most common states. Far be it from a shock that a young man prettier than most of the women he worked with partook in frequent pampering. He gazed down at his claws, each one lovingly buffed and trimmed, and he smiled. "Dominique," he sighed, "you do such fine work."

"Ce n'est pas grave," the Pokemon tutted, wearing a tiny smile on her snout.

"Oh, the amorous French mistress comes 'round again," Leorajh laconically said, pausing then to lick a large fang. "Are you really that ashamed to admit you're an Aussie like I am?"

Dominique scoffed, tossing back her head. Her ears, shaved to bare their velvet black skin, flopped against her shoulders. Considerably more of her body was shaved, too, and what remained of her fur coat were cloudy puffs around her wrists and ankles with pink highlights. Their scale was, however, dwarfed by the fluff which covered her torso. And atop her head, though smaller in size than the standard which her present trim called for, was more downy fur worn up like a pompadour of hair.

Like many of the women in his life, Dominique was jealous of Leorajh's figure. He was perfectly content as a male, but he had the pelvic structure and generous, plush behind of a woman. Seen head-on in his fashionable skirts and halter tops, Leorajh was the very definition of a trap, and he played the role with delight.

"Everyone expects me to be French," Dominique said in a bland Australian accent. She put a French twist on her words when she said, "So I act like one, oui?"

"Ah, of course, mon cher," Leorajh dryly replied, grinning challengingly.

With a laugh of dry wit, Dominique began to rinse Leorajh's locks. She said, "Your French may be fluent, but your accent is lacking."

The appearance-conscious sabertooth was not about to tell his preferred groomer that she sounded like Pepe Le Pew. But the sudden comparison, whether voiced or not, made him snicker mischievously. Dominique narrowed her red eyes to slits and smiled tightly. "What's funny, hm?"

"Oh, I--," Leorajh murmured, steepling his fingers piously over his belly, "I was just thinking of something mayor Aura said last night." He glanced at Dominique, smiling harmlessly. "You had to be there."

"I'm quite sure," said the Pokemon, and she uneventfully dried Leorajh's hair, the noise of the appliance making conversation impossible.

As he stepped around the counter which Dominique took her place behind, Leorajh admired his claws again, then caught his reflection in one of the lobby's mirrors. He beamed. "Another fine job, mon amour," he teasingly cooed.

What came next was so routine that Dominique hardly reacted anymore. Leorajh felt ineffectually around his pocketless skirt, then smiled wide. "It seems I've forgotten my wallet," tutted the feline, whom would never be found with such a masculine effect in the first place. "What shall I do?"

"I suppose," Dominique boredly said in her Aussie accent, long tired of reciting this script, "I'll have to put you to work around here."

"We'll just have to make that arrangement work," the freshly-groomed Leorajh sighed, stepping around the counter.

Already, the Furfrou was tugging her panties down from under her skirt. Leorajh glanced between her thighs and grinned wanly. "The pink ones. They match your highlights."

With an impatient huff, Dominique thrust Leorajh downward by his shoulders and pulled up her skirt, and there in the limbo of semi-arousal was her cock. It was black like all of her flesh, with only a mild breakthrough of pink around the slit in the glans, the brunt of which her foreskin currently hid. Leorajh first took hold of her low-hanging, shaved sack, however, and he kneaded it softly.

"Would you believe that the first time I saw you nude," Leorajh chuckled, "I didn't care for your tendency to shave these?"

"Considering how you go to them first, ma belle, I would say your opinion has changed, oui?" Dominique purred. "We haven't got very long, I'm sure. You are not the only person who comes here..."

In the obscurity afforded by the counter, Leorajh smooched Dominique's cockhead, which had been revealed as her erection grew. A bead of pre formed on the slit and Leorajh stole it, purring sweetly and swishing his tail in kind. Letting loose a sultry, feline growl, he engulfed the Furfrou's endowment. Then, as she always did, Dominique shuddered and gyrated into the prettyboy's maw.

"Mon dieu, you and that kitty-cat tongue of yours," she whimpered, swishing her tail and brushing its heart-shaped pompom on the wall.

Over the thrum of the air conditioner, Leorajh suckled and purred. His penis made a bump in his skirt, yet he ignored it. The Pokemon petted softly through his newly-groomed hair, and she murmured a compliment in French, remarking on his loveliness.

Taking both stylist and delinquent client by surprise, the front door was opened, and the rustic bell attached to it chimed. Dominique stared red-faced at the lady entering. Her lupine species was not a matter of importance, neither was the fact that she was chubby, middle-aged, and dressed in such a way which suggested that she was both accustomed to being treated with respect and often received careful grooming. All that was truly important was her presence alone.

"Bonjour!" gasped Dominique, smiling shamefully, nearly grinning at the corners of her mouth. She pushed her hips forward and bumped Leorajh's head against the counter. "Bonjour, bonjour, mademoiselle, bonjour," she redundantly went on, sticking out her paw and receiving a delicate shake. "I am afraid we, ah, work by appointment only, oui?"

"Of course, of course," the wolf said, somehow missing the wet - and, if one were to ask the lion, allegedly accidental - suck from beneath the counter. Dominique maintained an admirable poker face. "I wished to make an appointment, but I thought I'd do it in person, to see if I enjoy the atmosphere," she warmly laughed. "Might I have a tour?"

Down below and having heard every word, Leorajh sneered. Making Dominique suffer awkward conversations with a wet dick was a part of their rapport, or at least that was what Leorajh chose to believe since she never told him no. As the poodle struggled for words, Leorajh doubled down, gulping with all his might and risking noisy suckles to be as distracting as was possible. He pinned the Pokemon's cock to the ribbed roof of his maw and slid his rough tongue along the bottom, ultimately making Dominique huff and clench her jaws.

"Oh, are you all right?" the wolf asked, frowning and furrowing her brow.

"Yes!" Dominique answered, regressing into her Australian accent. "Oui, I am fine," she forced herself to say, with a similarly contrived smile. She slid her paws across the counter and gripped the outer edge. Her knuckles fast turned white, mottling her black flesh. "Unfortunately, mademoiselle, I cannot offer a tour at this time..."

Leorajh slid his paws over Dominique's taut ass cheeks, pulling the shaved curves apart and letting them slap together. The gentle smack earned the wolf's attention, and her ears smartly pointed toward the poodle. "What was that...?"

"Ah, mmm, most likely a--, the reason I can't give you a tour, miss!" the Furfrou blurted, straining in the self-imposed confines of her false accent. The pleasure was mounting high; she drizzled pre like a broken faucet into Leorajh's skillful maw. He tortured her with a rake of his groomed claws down her ass cheeks, and the painful pleasure of the gesture made her arch her back and grimace.

"Rrr-i-i-ight," the wolf murmured, drawing the word out into an uncomfortable three seconds. "If I may simply make my appointment, then?"

The Furfrou exhaled luridly. Her tongue briefly dangled slack out of her maw in a very canine manner. Leorajh's suckling was too much to bear, and she erupted with her seed, blowing a fat load into the sabertooth's annoying yap. A pitiful whine escaped her and she bit her tongue in the middle, then drew it into her maw. Shakily and apologetically, with no hint of her French accent, she said, "It's the--, I've, um--." She smiled with flushed cheeks. "Hot flashes."

Just like that, the wolf smiled knowingly. "Say no more, dear. But I have to say," she clucked, "you look wonderful for your age, in that case! What's your secret?"

Dominique closed her eyes and puffed through the sides of her mouth. "I'll show you when you come back for your appointment. Let's just get you booked, mademoiselle..."

When the wolf was gone and after Leorajh mercifully concluded his repayment, Dominique pulled up her panties, hiding her oversensitive penis with some reverence. As she straightened out, she leveled her gaze on the grinning sabertooth and glared holes through him. "We will not be doing that again," she said sharply, her French accent in full flourish.

"Oh, won't we, mon amour?" he coquettishly purred, bumping his muzzle against her own. His face was scented lightly with her sweat, and the coppery smell of semen hung heavy on his lips.

Dominique outright bit his cheek, to which he gasped and flinched away, but then he laughed. "The next time you forget your money, mon cheri," she scoffed, "I am bending you over the counter."

Leorajh was quite playful in the wake of a successful, stealthy blowjob. He winked behind his modern glasses. "Oh, sweet Dominique. Now I'll never remember to pay you."

Moving like a lady with a swish in his hips, Leorajh sauntered out the door, but stopped in its threshold to look back at the Pokemon's reddened face. "Au revoir."