Allie At Work Scene (Punch The C(l)ock)
(pretty much the entire Tally Road novel chapter 'Punch The C(l)ock'! I'm working on bringing all this to the Kindle, which seems better than like donation buttons or whatever :) )
"You can stand on those as long as nobody's standing there..."
Jennis was indicating some podiums, draped in dark burgundy cloth that showed the occasional stain. Allie thought it would be rather nasty to have your paws standing on crusty spooge... then considered that beggars couldn't be choosers, and whores apparently couldn't be over-tidy. She ventured a question.
"Is it wrong if I want to stand on the clean bits?"
"We try to keep 'em clean. Did you smell something? Don't ever comment if you do, it could be a john- in fact, keep it down, they're beginning to show up already." said Jennis.
"No," said Allie softly, "I saw something- that looks like a crusty bit there." She pointed.
Without hesitation, Jennis darted to a nearby alcove where she retrieved a fresh cloth, and replaced the soiled one. "Here's a tip- the drapes are here, and if you soil one, you change it yourself. There's a bin down the hall for laundry, behind a door. We need to do our own laundry, and it can be urgent some nights. You'll learn."
"Urgent?"
"Honey, we need to maintain standards or we'll slip. Mistress is already running some activities that aren't real pretty. We really can't allow smells or stains or our level of class- and level of customer- could drop very fast. I've seen it happen."
Allie saw other Runge girls, in provocative or minimal clothing, skulking out to take places on the podiums. There were a few that strutted, but skulking was apparently the common mood. It made Allie feel distressed- she thought she guessed what these girls had been through. Jennis followed her gaze.
"Don't get on pills, Allie." she said bitterly. "Some of these girls know I'd love to kick their asses out of here, but Elistary is the only one who does hiring and firing in this place."
Allie glanced at the older wolf in confusion. "You mean, the birth control pills? That I should get for myself?"
"No, not those. Be glad you don't understand. You'll be a favorite with me, simply because I'll be able to take your word for things. Some of these girls are really difficult. Do not lend them any money."
One of the skulking girls, a ragged, skinny, grey-furred wolf, muttered "...thanks, bitch..." under her breath.
"Hey, thank Elistary, instead, Gertly." snapped Jennis. "I know you much too well. She's the only reason you're still here. C'mon, break me a major rule, let me report you."
"Not a chance." sneered Gertly. "I know you, too."
Jennis pulled Allie aside for some more coaching, watched by the ragged grey wolf haughtily.
"You're gonna need to know some basic things about how to do business. First of all, you get scale, remember, the thirty-seven and a half percent? Scale is fifty, so you get eighteen seventy-five minimum. You'll get paid directly. You've got to turn over at least the remainder to the bouncer immediately, and it's better to make it three-quarters and get reimbursed. Elistary will nail you to the wall for shorting her, don't take any chances or look like you're holding out on her."
Allie cringed. "I hope that's a metaphorical nailing to the wall!"
"Yeah," said Jennis, "that. Meta... basically, she'll kick you out and a lot of these girls won't be a bit sorry about it. Turn over the take, the bouncers here aren't going to take a commission too. Mistress listens to me about the bouncers, so they'll play it straight. They're double-scale too, because they have to handle some serious events."
"Rowdy customers?"
"Police raids."
"I don't have any paperwork or anything, do I need some?"
"If you're confronted, you'll tell them you're applying for a 341B interim license. Got that? A 341B interim license. Which you can do by the end of this week, I'll go with you- the point is, if you're doing that you have half a month to get it in order and they can't harass you while you're doing it. Okay, next, billing."
"And cooing?"
"Cute. I doubt that, but knock yourself out. I mean the money. You see we've got the bouncers? They need to hear you say a figure before you take a john off and do him. We've got microphones as well, but the bouncer is your cashier- you give him either the house's share, or the whole take, and he'll reimburse you at the end of the night. You see the armor on those belts they're wearing, the accounting tablets they've got?"
"Yeah, they look ready for combat bookkeeping." said Allie.
"Pretty much! These guys are good. Like I said, Mistress listens to me about them, I peeled some of these guys off other houses because I knew they were solid. I'd actually recommend you give them the full take, because you can't get rolled if the money's in an armored belt on a bouncer. It also saves you the trouble of calculating. Just remember, you need to hand over the house share on the spot."
"Okay." said Allie.
One of the bouncers smiled at her. "New girl, Jennis?"
"Yeah. Knockout, smart, no drugs, real friendly. You keep an eye on her, okay?"
"Will do." said the guy, and resumed scanning the room.
"Okay, what else?" said Jennis. "Oh- etiquette. This is important, don't fuck it up. You can walk around, or be on one of those stands..."
"The podiums, with the cloth?"
"Yeah, those. If you spot a guy and he's checking out somebody who's on a stand- best to not even look at him until his attention wanders. Do not wave, do not speak to him while he looks, above all do not touch him in any way. We call that sniping, and you won't last the night if you're caught doing it."
"What happens?" asked Allie, wide-eyed and anxious.
"Well, probably some little bitch who can't compete with your looks will fink on you to Mistress, who's capable of throwing you out on the spot. You want to avoid her attention. You're almost certainly okay if you make a real point of not sniping. Remember, they're not allowed to snipe YOU either, and I promise johns will be checking you out. You won't need to snipe, you probably won't need to go on a stand..."
"What are they for, then?"
"Under Verss city law, if both your paws are either on the stand or in the air, you are in a process of advertising display, and since you're a whore, that gives you the privilege of showing what you got. Walking the floor, keep your panties on. If you go up on a stand, you're allowed to pull them down, show your tits, anything you want so long as the john's penis doesn't enter any part of your body."
"Wow. This is, uh, a lot to learn..."
"Technically, his tongue is permitted to enter your body, but you might want to save that for a room." winked Jennis. "It's a loophole because the law doesn't distinguish between tongue-kisses and cunt-licking..."
"That happens?"
"You'll see it happen. I doubt you'll need to do it to get attention. If a john slips you the tongue on a stand, play it for all its worth- when they're really aggressive like that you can get them to agree to a higher payment, because they won't want to haggle. The cheap bastards will always play it a lot cooler."
"A lot to learn..."
"Hey, listen. You're fine. You don't have to be an expert, not your first damn day! Me and the bouncers, we'll get you settled. In fact..." said Jennis, scanning the room, "...quick, come this way, with me."
She seized Allie's hand and towed her past unused podiums and idle bouncers toward where some of the girls had congregated- there were a few johns hanging around, and girls were posing for them and wheedling with them, but one of the johns seemed to be having trouble.
He was a scruffy looking guy in rumpled pants and a shirt with two pens in the pocket, and wore glasses and a look of veiled panic, as several of the most skanky, ragged whores fought for his attention. One jumped on a stand and tried to disrobe, but this only gave him a chance to turn away, causing her to curse and jump down again. Allie stared in amazement at the feeding frenzy. Surely this guy wasn't all that attractive? He looked like a complete dweeb.
Jennis towed her firmly into the area, right next to the fellow, and stepped behind Allie, still holding her arm. As Allie wriggled free of the grip, the fellow turned and spotted her- and he froze.
"...say hello!" hissed Jennis, behind her.
"Uh. Hello?"
"...perfect." Jennis stepped out from behind Allie, and the fellow stepped back, alarmed.
"Welcome to Mistress Elistary. I am your hostess." said Jennis graciously. "Don't be alarmed, we don't bite- that's extra!" She winked. "First time here, dear?"
"Uh! Yes, yes, you could say, ah, that..."
"I thought so." murmured Jennis. "Well, it is a pleasure to have you, sir. We hope your afternoon visit will please you. What brings you here in the middle of the day?"
"Uhhhh... I'm off work early... and I'd seen this place before, and nobody was watching, and..."
"Oh, we are the soul of discretion." said Jennis. Allie was impressed, the older wolf was pulling out stops Allie hadn't known she had. Maybe she'd learned the phrase somewhere? Jennis was continuing.
"What's work, dear? It's done for the day, I take it?"
"Um, I'm a programmer..."
Jennis's eyes seemed to flash. "One moment, dear." She pivoted to whisper to Allie, and what she whispered was "Rich! Hundred! Go!"
She pivoted back, elegantly. "I would like to introduce you to someone special. Allie has something in common with you."
"What? She does?" stammered the fellow, in almost a yelp. Around them, thin whores circled jealously.
"Oh yes. You see- it's her first time, too."
"Oh come on!" protested Allie. "Not like that, it's not!"
"You've d.. d.. done it? Before?" said the fellow.
"Maybe not like this, exactly." admitted Allie.
"I hh.. hh... haven't."
Jennis pivoted again, whispering urgently to Allie. "Imploring type- all yours. You go ahead. I'll wait. Ask a hundred, in front of a bouncer. Go!"
Allie whispered back frantically, "What the hell do I DO?"
"...hug the poor bastard, lead him past a bouncer, to an empty room, and fuck him! Go!"
Allie's head was spinning, but she gathered her courage, parted from Jennis, padded the few steps towards her panicked programmer virgin john, and very gently hugged him. He stood very stiffly, his arms sticking out awkwardly in pitiable indecision, and then he patted her back in a stilted fashion, which was strangely endearing.
Allie whispered in his ear. "Come on. We can do this..." and began leading him to the back of the room, where the bouncers and private rooms waited.
The rooms wouldn't lock- not properly. Allie sighed and chalked it up to more etiquette, and possibly a need to monitor johns- maybe a legal requirement. She'd said "Um- how about a hundred?" in front of the bouncer, as Jennis had told her, and this john had nodded, wide-eyed. He'd been led in quite peacably, but was now standing around looking awkward.
"You do know what we do here, right?" asked Allie.
"I assume I do..." said the guy. "For values of 'know' that don't involve me actually doing anything. Um."
"Well... you'd like to do something... right?"
"Is it really your first time?"
Allie earflattened. "Well- I've done things like this before. A lot, actually. This is a little different. I might be able to make a living at it."
"It must be a hard life."
Spare me your philosophy, thought Allie, I'm just trying to figure out how to even start. Well... how about I touch you again and see if you get the idea.
She flowed over to the hapless fellow, feeling a little superior. One thing about a tragic past of getting used as a fucktoy- you did at least know what happened. This guy had no mean in him at all. It might even be fun.
"Oh, my," he said, as Allie nestled against him and ran her paws up and down his body. He looked around hectically. "Are you sure you..."
Allie's paw found his nose, and the unexpected touch silenced him.
"You seem nice. I'm going to earn my keep, and enjoy it. Okay? I know what to do. Let me show you how." said Allie, gently.
The fellow's eyes filled with tears- but Allie was already leading him towards the bed. She tested it- quite firm, which made sense. She curled her lip at some minor stains and markings on the covers, but he didn't seem like he'd notice.
He sat, still dressed. "Um..." said Allie, "you'll need to- never mind, I still know what to do, when I think about it." With that, she pulled off her t-shirt top in a single, graceful motion.
The guy seemed like he was going to panic- Allie felt like she was stalking some skittish beast. It actually turned her on, a bit- she wasn't used to being an aggressor. Rather than approach him right away, she stepped back a few paces, and demurely removed her pants, and panties, keeping her body side-on and obscuring her privates from his sight, for now. This seemed to be a good call- mister virgin programmer stared and stared, as if it was all he'd get to do, and well worth the price.
Allie wriggled a bit, petting her puss furtively. She'd do more with this guy. She'd conquer him. Perhaps she'd ride atop him and have him be entirely passive, he'd probably not complain.
This gave her an idea, and she turned to catch his eye- then crouched facing him, mock-fiercely, her tail wagging. "I'm gonna POUNCE you!"
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. I'm gonna POUNCE you!" Allie grinned manically. "Here it comes!" and she leapt lightly onto him, bowling him over onto the bed.
"There," giggled Allie, "now you're pounced. Any last words?"
"Um! Wow! Uh, thank you?"
"Oh, no no- thank YOU," said Allie, and hugged him. Playfully, she rubbed her breasts against his muzzle- then scooted back and rubbed her pussy on his leg. "Maybe I'm scent marking you! What'd you think of that, huh?"
"Oooh- for you, anything. I'm yours." The fellow was overwhelmed, panting, and Allie noticed a bulge that looked promising inside the pants.
This reminded her of the job, and she realized that she was getting rather giddy, and probably should be getting busy. She favored the guy with a serious look. "We need to get those pants off. You're about to have sex, my dear."
"Yes ma'am!" he said, and suddenly he was madly unbuttoning everything, removing it, folding it (!) and setting it aside. Allie watched this with astonishment. This wolf was nothing if not orderly.
When he was done, she shared the bed with a rather nerdly, potbellied programmer wolf who sported the beginnings of an erection and a slightly brittle big smile. Allie considered this, and thought it might be a good time to be cooperative, for fear of spooking him.
"Does regular sexual intercourse sound good to you?"
He nodded, his eyes widening. "How should I do it?"
Allie giggled, which seemed to cheer him. "The usual procedure is, insert wuf A into slot B, hump, have orgasms, tie, be happy..." She didn't tell him that she was planning to practice Jennis's way of not allowing a tie- he wouldn't know the difference anyhow, and she might not carry it off in the first place.
"No, I mean, how- where do I- what position do I-"
Allie's heart warmed to the poor nervous creature.
"Listen, it can be very simple and cozy. You don't have a preference, then?"
The fellow shook his head.
Allie lay back, spreading her legs, reaching her arms out to him.
"Come here- and let me hold you. It's going to be o-kay, I promise."
Allie felt happy quivers through her body as the guy- really fairly big and handsome, but totally freaked out and submissive- crept across the bed toward her. His tail was between his legs. That wasn't all that was between his legs- flashes of red revealed that his body was a bit ahead of him, and that was just fine. It even looked fine, just like Jennis had said- there was no correlation between courage and dick size.
Seemed like a good line to try. "There's no correlation, I see."
This startled the fellow. "I beg your pardon?" His ears perked forward- she was speaking his language.
"I mean- between, well, your inexperience, and your size down there. There's no correlation. I was told it might be that way..."
"I'm sure it's not a linear relationship, at least?"
"I was just wondering if it's Gaussian." said Allie, remembering some of her classes.
The fellow looked about ready to cry. "You're such a nerd, to say that in bed!"
"I'm sorry!" said Allie. "I'll stop!" She suddenly felt trapped, with this guy between her legs and possibly upset with her.
"No, you don't understand! I love you so much right now..." he said, "...and I'm going to make you as happy as you are beautiful."
With that, he began petting and caressing her breasts, and scooted forward, awkwardly, causing his cock to ram heavily to the side of Allie's pussy.
"Uh! Little aim there, how about?"
"Oh sorry!" he said, and the next thing Allie knew, the fellow was trying to poke his dick parallel to her body, about an inch higher than her vagina wanted it. He really had no idea how that worked, but he was certainly close to finding out...
"Nghhh! hhh!"
Pressure was a marvellous thing- all it took was a bit of extra urgency, a little more blind force as he tried to push his ever-stiffer cock where there was no hole. It could only go up or down. If it went up, it would slither across her belly, a bright red bulky mass of virginal wolfmeat.
It did not go up, not at all. It went down- found a slick opening- and plunged fully into her body in a single bold thrust, surely more roughly than the guy would've intended. Allie gasped. It was a double shock, because the fellow was so excited that his knot was getting involved, and she'd been entered and knotted in about a quarter of a second.
"Oh my god oh my god ohmygodohmygodohmygod..."
Allie reeled at the sudden potent sensations, and bared her teeth in a silent snarl that the fellow was too awed to notice. She could feel herself trying to tie behind the fellow's knot. Damn, it was a big dick- but it wasn't actually a huge knot- but even so, she had to avoid locking on it too hard...
"Oh my GOD!" cried the guy, and began hunching his hips excitedly into Allie, completely heedless of her reaction.
Allie clung to him with arms and legs, controlling the roughness of his excited fucking by plastering herself to him as tightly as possible. It was incredible, he was a wild animal, heaving and bucking on her. His crotch kept grinding at her aroused vulva, exposed in the belly-to-belly position where it usually served as a tuck-in spot for all-fours style. Allie tried to fight the tie, and then yelped as her efforts were rewarded by the overexcited guy yanking his knot out of her and then plunging it in without noticing. After that, Allie let herself lock down a little harder...
Before long, she found herself clinging to his bucking body, shaking with orgasm, and weeping silently. She wasn't sure exactly why it was affecting her so- perhaps it was the peculiar innocence of it all? The orgasms peaked until they forced whimpers and squeaks out of her, and gradually the guy settled down. His knot went fully hard (still, not so huge) and he yiped cutely as his body unloaded come into her with fierce throbs and shudders.
Allie petted his back and shoulders and felt just wonderful- and wondered what his name was, if she'd ever know, and if she could practice the tie-relaxing now that things had quieted down. She tried identifying the muscle inside her- right now, it was cramped tight as normal during a tie, but she thought she might be able to relax it.
"Oh my God." said the fellow, breathlessly, his muzzle inches from hers.
"You did it," said Allie softly. "You're a man now." This, she figured, ought to please him. He'd been delicious, if uncontrolled.
"Oh my God. Live with me. I'll take you away from all this."
Allie had a sinking feeling. "You'll what?"
"I have a spare room. You can stay there, while I'm at work- it'll be wonderful. I can rescue you. I have money."
The sinking feeling intensified. "Um. I have a room."
"You don't have to be a whore anymore."
"...instead I'll be a sort of sex doll?"
"But... I can save you!"
Allie put all her attention into relaxing her tie- she'd had it with this scene. "I have a place to live HERE- and at least one friend who respects me more than that. Stop it."
The fellow didn't take that well. It seemed like he'd expected her to automatically agree- that being his pet or sex-doll was supposed to appeal simply because it wasn't being a whore. Possibly he even started to wise up once Allie had objected- his face showed dismay, overwhelming him more and more, and very suddenly, he was trying to get up, jerking Allie around fiercely by the pussy as he yanked at the tie.
"Ow, hey!" cried Allie, and then her private efforts paid off- the knot popped out with a searing wrench that seemed to tug at her whole insides, and the fellow was grabbing his clothes, weeping, and rushing out the door.
"Hey, you!"
It was a bouncer, trying to block the hysterical, largely naked nerd as he fled.
"No!" cried Allie. "Let him go!"
"Really? Ya sure?" said the bouncer, but he obeyed, and the guy fled past the other whores and out into the street, arms full of pants and socks.
"Yeah," said Allie, "it went wrong for him." She panted, still alarmed. "For me too, I guess."
"I only asked," said the bouncer, "because it seemed like he might have..."
Jennis appeared. "What happened, Allie?"
"The guy freaked out. He wanted to keep me as a pet in his closet. He ran off."
"Um, you're not telling me our man here let him..." said Jennis.
"She said let him go! Pretty generous... nice kid..."
Jennis turned to the bouncer. "She said a hundred."
"Yeah. Like I said... generous..."
"She doesn't understand."
"I could use another word besides 'generous', but she's a sweet kid."
"You're not going to waive it, are you?"
"Nope. Since when does Mistress give rent-free space?"
Allie felt the sinking sensation intensify. "What are you guys talking about?"
At this, Jennis reached into a small pouch clipped to her bikini strap. She produced a hundred-credit bill, and handed it to the bouncer, who said, "You're sweet too, honey, but seriously, teach that kid, quick." He walked off, leaving Allie with Jennis.
"What did you do?"
Jennis spoke gently. "Usually the bouncer will stop a guy if he tries to run..."
"Why did you... oh. Oh, no, no..."
"You do have to pay the house commission on what was stated, even if the guy ran off... some of them will try to stage some kind of freak-out just to run off without paying..."
"Oh, no, you didn't..."
"I can't let you get in that kind of trouble, you'll just have to pay me back when you can, okay?" said Jennis.
Allie's eyes filled with tears of chagrin and rage. She stood, the programmer's come leaking out of her ill-treated pussy, took a few wobbly steps to Jennis, and hugged the older wolf fiercely, not letting go right away.
When they broke the hug, the two just looked at each other for a moment, then Jennis wiped some tears from Allie's eye, not saying a word.
Allie, in turn, tried to wipe the come from her inner thigh- and then set her jaw, abandoned the attempt, and strode straight out of the room, only a little bit wobbly- strode past a few scrawny wolf girls who made way nervously- and out onto the main floor, as nude as the programmer who'd run through minutes before.
Allie glanced back at Jennis- and leapt lightly onto one of the podiums, striking a pose, and flicking her tail about to entice the small crowd of appreciative johns that began to gather.
Jennis watched, arms folded. Hard luck, she thought- but the funny thing is, that happened to me just the same way when I started. We learn...