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Now, good pay and work he could foist off on somebody else were both important features in choosing the right job. But there was one more important factor, and in the case of this job, it was the best part. And that part was named Crystal.

Crystal was a cheetah, which usually meant real thin and sleek, athletic type, but one of her parents must have been something else entirely, cause goddamn, her tits were amazing. Just two fat orbs jutting from her chest over that skinny little waist. And her face! Tilted eyes, silver with just a hint of gold, and just-- not beautiful, not pretty, neither quite fit her. The word for a face like that was "drop dead sexy." You look her down, you know you wanna hit that. You look up, you spot her looking at you and your heart just about jumps out of ya.

And she was Jake's new boss. But what the hell was she doing here? Well. He paid plenty of attention to her, as did just about every male with a pulse in the area, but in his case he managed to pay attention to her focus. It was easy enough to pick out after a couple hours following her around.

She was here for the money. Hell, she didn't seem all that brushed up on her job. But all the higher ups smiled at her, and oh, she smiled back. Yeah, she was climbin' the ladder by straddling each rung. That was his best guess. What a scumbag, right? That kinda made what he was gonna do to her almost ironic, actually. Anyway, she'd totally deserve it. And goddamn if he didn't deserve a treat like her after all this hard work. After the shit he'd had to deal with...

He tried to put that out of his mind as he went to business jacking it in the bathroom. She'd be a tricky one to capture, but he reckoned he knew the way. Thankfully, his cum still worked even after it sat for a while, though it seemed to get a little less potent with time. He just needed a fistful to give her real quick.

He'd actually ducked out in the middle of a lecture, hopefully he'd be able to finish just before they ended the orientation. Man, it had been awkward after lunch. He hadn't even known how to deal with... that whole... thing, in the bathroom, so he'd just ducked out. Left her... him...? To clean up. The kid had come back at the end of lunch, and Jake had done his best to ignore everything in that general direction. But he'd already given the kid his number, and he'd started getting... messages.

1:18 "I'm sorry, I thought you knew. I do get mistaken like that sometimes."

1:31 "I won't tell anyone."

2:09 "I can be a girl for you."

What did that even mean? Did his cum even work on guys? Jake had no fucking idea. He'd never tried! He'd never wanted anything to do with guys! He avoided them precisely because he couldn't, wouldn't do this to them, cause mostly they'd just be angry their girlfriends and wives kept sucking his cock!

He wasn't even sure if it would be worse if it did work or it didn't. If it didn't, then he didn't have his lever, and he'd just straight up raped this... guy. That could fuck everything up fast if he changed his mind about saying something. And if it DID work, then he had a guy tied to his balls forever! He guessed he could just... give him doses from whacking it, he did that sometimes, but man, what a drain of resources! Well. The lizard could still get his work done for him, he guessed. But goddammit. Goddammit!

Letting a long breath go, Jake tried to clear his mind. Forget all that. He had a cheetah babe to collar. No way she was a-- she was definitely a woman, there was no mistaking that. Yeah. Maybe he'd have to start looking closer in the future. Do a fuckin' check before hooking them. He scoffed. No way that was gonna work, most his methods needed surprise. Alright, shut up! Stop thinking!

Just think about cheetah tits. Yeah. He was gonna have to get her somewhere alone, he wanted to see those beauties. The raccoon closed his eyes and focused on Crystal and her amazing fucking body, jacking hard. Hurry, hurry, hurry... Finally, he panted and slumped against the stall wall, pumping into his own cupped paw. Alright. 'Bout damn time.

When he stepped out of the stall, a giraffe was washing his hands. Jacob kept his paw cupped behind him and headed straight for the door. He glanced back, and the big idiot was sneering after him. Fuck him. Fuck guys.

He got back to the conference room, and heaved a sigh of relief. She was still there. It looked like the lecture was over, though, and everyone was milling about, some leaving, some stopping to ask questions. She stuck around to talk with some of the other new workers, and the fuckers even started chatting all friendly like. Jacob rolled his eyes, standing awkwardly by the doorway and peeking in now and then. Folks walking out occasionally twitched their noses, sniffing a little, and frowned at him. He just frowned right back till they pissed off. He had exactly no time or patience for any more dumb shit today.

When the coon glanced in again, his blood chilled. It was the lizard-- talking quietly with Crystal. The cheetah looked... concerned. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK fuuuuuuuuck. Jake nearly spilled his spunk. Alright, hold it together. The kid had said he wouldn't say anything. It could be something else. And if not... he could run for it. They couldn't fucking hold him here or anything. And if they called the police, he'd still have, what, twenty minutes? It was fine. Unless the lizard had already called the police. His brain felt like it was gonna roll upside down in his skull and die.

Confidence. When everything looked like it MIGHT be going tits up, you had to have confidence. He'd done nothing wrong. That was all very consensual. He was going to be absolutely fine. It's only when you're absolutely sure you're fucked that you run screaming like a little girl. Until THEN... confidence.

Finally, mercifully, they stopped talking. They were... smiling? That was... that had to be a good sign, right? You didn't smile about rape charges and stuff. It was not a smiling matter. Jacob tried to breathe. Okay. Maybe. Probably. Fine.

The lizard quietly headed for the door-- straight for him. The raccoon shoved his back to the wall outside and pulled out his phone, flicking through absolutely fucking nothing. Just... something to keep his eyes on. The lizard walked out... and stopped, right next to him.

He didn't look up. He refused to. He could hear the kid breathing. Finally, the lizard stepped away, and on down the hall. Jake let a silent sigh go.

And he gasped when Crystal appeared right next to him.

She blinked, and smirked a hint. "Feeling jumpy? I was wanting to talk with you, actually. I didn't see you at the closing lecture."

He barely had time for his heart to tighten in his chest before she eased his mind. Okay. The kid definitely hadn't said anything. Probably. "Uh.. yeah, actually, I wanted to talk about that too. It's, um... there's kind of a private matter I wanna talk to you about." He glanced around the hall. A couple people still lingered nearby chatting, but the conference room was empty. "Could we...?" He nodded inside.

The cheetah fixed him with a skeptical look, but shrugged and stepped back inside. "Big day for those, I guess."

"Oh yeah?" He murmured, glancing over his shoulder and trying to be casual about drawing the door shut. He had a folder in one paw and his jism in the other, and it was tough handling things, but he managed.

"Mm hmm. You'll actually be working with him, so I guess you'll see pretty soon anyway, actually. He, uh... that lizard that just left, actually. He... well, he identifies as a she. So, we expect everyone to respect her choice-- uh, lifestyle, and not, ah... treat her any differently because of it. I'm hoping everyone will be mature about it."

Jake was very still for a moment. What the hell? So he looked like a girl on purpose? Or-- wait. He couldn't really be... doing that because of him?? His phone gave a little buzz. New message. He ignored it, shaking his head, and stepped forward with a rueful smile. "Well, that's... cool, I guess? I heard they did a lot of weird stuff like that in the city. Not sure I get it, but I won't make any waves over it." He set the folder down on a table and drew out a couple sheets of paper. "Well, my thing is a little more, uh, straightforward, but kinda complicated, too. Here..." He looked up to her expectantly, tapping one of the papers.

It was a little complicated for a ruse, but he'd been working on this one for a while. It was all about ways to get people close without suspecting anything. She drew closer, and his body slowly drew tense. Just watching that sculpted figure sway closer... ohhh, soon, Jacob. Soon.

"What's this?" She leaned down next to him to frown at the spread of papers, covered with text and diagrams. He didn't even remember what they were, they just looked complicated. Copied from some textbook.

He struck, hooking his arm around her shoulder to slap the gooey mess straight into her face. His other paw grabbed the back of her head, holding her tight against it, and he drew her up with a low growl as she jerked, struggling, elbowing him in the gut. Another second and he might have been in trouble, but her snarl faltered into a cough, then a low, shuddering groan. "This..." He panted, wincing a little from the blow, "well... I bet you can tell by the taste just what this is..." He smirked loosely, slowly drawing her body snug against his as she started rolling her hips in eager little bucks, grinding her rear into his rapidly swelling sheath. Those perfect, glossy lips drew his fingers in, suckling on them, her tongue spilling out to rasp across his palm.

Sighing heatedly, the coon allowed himself to roll his hips right back into those grinds, burying the bulge in his slacks between her cheeks with a low groan as she suckled on his fingers right down to the knuckle. No gag reflex on this bitch, she just sucked his fingers right down. And when his fingers were clean, her trembling paws closed on his arm, drawing him up to let her suckle, slurp, and lap the spunk from the rest of his palm, then follow the little dribble trails round the back of his paw and down past his wrist. Man, he'd gotten pretty messy carrying that stuff all that time. But she seemed to love it.

Finally, she couldn't seem to find any more, and after using his paw to scrape the mess off her face and eat it off him again, she dragged off his thumb with a little pop and panted softly. "Wh... how? Y-your cum, but... what'd you put in it...?" She murmured, puffing over his fingers, his arm hugged to her firm breasts.

"Nothing," he murmured with a little smirk. "That's just how it comes out. It, uh, loses a little of its punch sitting around, though..." He grinned slowly. "You wanna try some fresh?"

She glanced over her shoulder at him with one dark eye, then slowly smirked. "...Hmmh." With a sigh, and a hint of a shiver, she released his arm and slipped away, leaving him grinding on air. She moved to the door, but he wasn't worried. There was only ever one answer to that question, after all. Sure enough, she glanced out the window, then dropped the blinds and locked the door. Jake grinned. "You know..." She sighed, turning on him with a smirk, "you'd be a lot cuter if you didn't act like a scumbag."

He smirked, trying to hide a pang of concern. What the hell was that supposed to mean, anyway? Well, whatever. Cute, sure. He popped open his pants and let his woody flop out. It could do the talking for him.

The feline drew a deep breath, eying that piece, and drew slowly closer. "Yeah..." she murmured, smirking idly, "like that." She undid her belt, letting her jeans sag slowly over her hips. Oh, god... fucking thong strings peeking out. He bit his lip, staring openly, and she snickered softly. "Come on, then, kid..." She hooked her thumbs in the waist and dragged her pants down over her rear as she turned away, unveiling a beautiful, perfectly curved pair of golden, spotted cheeks fading to white fluff below. This had to be what they were talking about when they said bubble butt. He couldn't help himself, he just seized hold of it in both paws, digging his fingers in. So firm! There was powerful muscle under there, and her padding clung tight to it, making for this wonderful blending of soft to hard that just drew him in, molding and squishing and groping those cheeks. He was utterly fascinated.

A low, throaty chuckle rose somewhere above that booty, but he didn't look up. "You never seen an ass before? Come on, I don't have all day." She tried to sound nonchalant, but he could pick up the low, barely audible rumbles in her throat, just the deepest rumblings of a moan suppressed over and over. She loved it.

But it was true he didn't want anybody to get suspicious and come looking for them. He had a job to do here! His real job! But... gods, he wanted to fuck her proper. He could fucking smell her need, even through her thong. His body was burning with it, the raw desire, his muscles making little twitches toward humping in, it was so sure that he was going to start any second. He... really shouldn't even tempt himself like this, but...

Letting a low, shuddering breath go, he dug his thumb under her thong just where the string ended, tugging it down just enough to slide his cock inside with a low growl. The cheetah answered with a smoky chuckle as she leaned forward, spreading her paws on the table as that plump rear rolled up beautifully before him, the dark little fold of her pucker peeking up at him past that string. Hissing softly, he ground in against her sex, pushing those lips spread to nestle into hot honey, letting her smear her juices all over him as he ground right on past them, butting against her clit and beyond.

She sighed and gasped under him, her tail flicking against his belly. "Do it..." She giggled faintly. "I wanna see how that stuff feels buried down there... don't worry, I'm on the pill..."

For an agonizing stretch of seconds, his mouth hung open, and he could not speak. His body drew slowly, and his head nestled between her lips, throbbing thick, his very tip tasting the most divine warmth. But... n-no... he couldn't. He swallowed tightly. "I... I don't think you do, actually." He chuckled weakly. "It, uh... when you drink it, you feel good, but... if I blew it right now..." He shook his head, dragging back, slowly grinding that slick mess up between her cheeks, shivering with sweet sensation and bitter regret. "...You don't wanna know what it would do to you."

She crooned her disappointment, ears drawn back a moment as her hips rolled, nestling him in tight between her cheeks. "Nnnh... well, w-what about my ass...? I don't, uh... I don't usually take company there, but maybe..."

He chewed roughly at his lip as his head slid up and snuggled against that soft little bud, twitching eagerly against it. Fuck. If she was anybody else, fucking anybody, he might have gone for it. She'd make one hell of a cockslave. But... no. She needed to still be able to function. "N-nah... no, it's pretty much almost as bad. You wouldn't even be able to think for wanting more..." He chuckled, a low rasp. "You gotta be careful with the stuff, or it'll wreck you."

The cheetah huffed impatiently. "You sure brought me a hell of a treat. So it's oral only?" She turned slowly.

He grinned weakly. "Yeah, pretty much. But..." His grip firmed on her ass, and he pushed his tip up, letting it dig right up that firm rump till it peeked out the top, and he buried his shaft between those cheeks to start fucking her lush ass cleavage. "Nnh... you might guess, I don't get a lot of chances to fuck properly like this, and this assss..." He let the word linger in a hiss as he ground in needily, fingers digging in to push that already firm flesh nice and tight around him. "Just... give us a little time together, huh?" He breathed with a low chuckle.

The cheetah snickered. "Fuck... alright, kid. This once. Mmn..." She leaned down until her chest pressed to the table, and she buried a paw down between her legs. "Maybe... another time, with a condom...?"

He chuckled weakly. "M-maybe. It's, uh... a little risky still, but if you really wanna..." He panted as his hips shoved tight against her cheeks, making them give a single tight bounce.

"More risky than a baby?" She chuckled wryly. "Goddamn, kid, what kinda biohazard you got in here...?" Her fingers grazed his balls, smearing them with pussy juices, and he shivered, a low groan rolling in his throat as he gave a few rough bucks against her, making the table creak once.

Leaning over, he sighed warmly, hips setting into steady, short little ruts against her ass. "Well I mean, even bareback, a kid is just a maybe, right? This is 100%, near as I know, and it's uh... pretty much forever." He chuckled softly. "Weird, I know. But I get by..." She snorted softly as his paws slid up her sides, leaving her rump pinned under his hips and belly as he curled down close around her. It was a bit of a tight angle for his dick, but it still felt so good he couldn't really complain. And he had much more important tasks for his paws... His fingers tried to slip inside her shirt, but it was so tight, he had to push it up, bunching under her arms. And her bra was... tricky.

Finally, the cheetah huffed impatiently and batted his fumbling paws away. She unhooked her bra and peeled her shirt off with a low growl, "make it good, kid..."

Puffing an exasperated breath, he slid in to claim his reward. "Pretty sure you already know my name's Jake." His widespread fingers hit softness, and a groan poured from his throat despite himself as his fingers sank into immaculate titflesh. They weren't as big as Helena's, but they easily filled his paws, and they were so... resilient! Soft and yielding and wonderful, but they resisted his digging fingers, and they popped right back when he eased off. Taut hide and lush, firm flesh. Better than any stress ball. And the tips, they were rock hard-- and he hardly had to tweak one to get a little squeak from the cheetah. Oh... she liked that, did she?

She tried to sound condescending as she forced a chuckle. "You'll have to earn that, newbie. Maybe once you can give me a proper fucking..." She gasped sharply at another pinch, and sighed at length. "T-till then, you look an awful lot like a kid to me..." She chuckled weakly, and broke off in a fraction of a moan, quickly suppressed.

Jake could only snicker as he worked her tips, giving them loose little twists and rolls, just enough to make her tense and shudder and buck her hips against him, burying his cock tight between her cheeks till he could feel her tailhole kissing at his cumvein, like it was trying to pull him in. A low, contented growl rolled heavy in his throat as his body flexed and rolled over this exquisite babe, her tits filling his palms and her ass mashed into his crotch. Sometimes he wished he didn't have a drug for cum, but moments like this... they made it all... better. And along with all the awesome sex, he was gonna carve out a real damn life for himself with this stuff. Business and pleasure. He put on a big grin.

"Alright..." He huffed thickly, taking a few more tight kneads at her tits. "Ready to finish me off?"

She glanced over her shoulder, brow twisted incredulously. "What... you want me to put that thing in my mouth? After you've been rubbing it all over my butt??"

He squinted at her, brows raising high.

"Pfffffhahaha, yeah, gimme that fucking thing." She chortled, pushing him back with her rear to make some room. Bitch had some kinda sense of humor, he supposed. She slid down onto the floor and slid around him, pushing him back against the table. "Alright. I really should go catch up with the guys, you mind if I make this quick?"

The coon cocked a brow at her, smirking wryly. "I've had a couple blowjobs in my day, but sure, if you think you can rush me..."

She batted her eyes at him, suddenly peering up at him through her lashes and somehow looking like some impossibly sexy virgin, like a high school flower ready to be picked. His breath wound out of him in a little wheeze as those soft, black-lined lips opened in a pink pucker... and his cock disappeared into her muzzle as she seized hold of his balls, fingers arching into some kind of multi-pronged trap to individually capture and massage each nut and simultaneously massage his taint with her knuckles. He dragged air just to cough out a moan as she seized his cockhead in the beginning of her throat, milking and massaging it as her tongue scythed over him in criss-crossing patterns, the rough, rasping texture surely too much, yet her touch was so quick it was barely an afterimage of sudden, intense stimulation before she was somewhere else. He tried to process everything she was doing, he thought he could at least-- understand, but ffffuck!

His balls lurched under her fingerpads as his knees shook. No way. N-no way was he about to blow already! It was just-- an incredible assault on his every nerve down there, not overwhelming, but constantly shifting, the heaviest pressure dancing from one spot to another, to his tingling balls, to his bulging shaft, to his rarely noticed perineum, to tugging at his crown, and the whole time, the suction, the slickness, the heat, it was all just perfect, her lips buried in his sheath in a tight ring, stroking at him like he was humping in on the hottest little ass, deeper than any other hole could go. The only reason his knees didn't buckle was that they kept flexing to try and hump that face, but she just rode the motions, latched onto him, summoning his orgasm not by yanking it out but by attaching a thousand delicate strings, one through his every nerve ending, and pulling it out of him despite any attempt on his part to hold back.

"Fffffuck, ah, gods, y-you...!" His paws seized hold of her head finally, shaking, and he gave one good thrust against her face, just to feel the satisfaction of mashing his boss' chin to his balls as they drew tight, and he fired down her throat with a heavy groan, head falling back, body shaking precariously as his hips rolled in with each jet. Her fingers fell from his nuts and he felt tight breaths puff through his sheath fur as she drank him down straight, blast by blast.

His body sagged, and he barely caught hold of the edge of the table, scooting back enough to sit on it a little, drawing her head along with to keep on feeding his last dribbles right down her throat. "Mmmnnfuck... yeah, alright... Never had one quite like that..." He murmured, snickering faintly. "Though... now I'd kinda like ta see what you can do when you take your time..." He sighed, releasing her head, and she slowly drew back, popping him out of her throat. Ah, shit. He'd almost forgotten again! He had to keep on the ball with these! Jake pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture as his boss sat fingering herself and pinching one of her own nipples, her tongue swirling around his tip, her face focused and passionate. Until the little shutter sound clicked, that is.

She snatched the phone from him. "The fuck is this? You trying to blackmail me?" She sneered at the phone and tapped a few buttons. "...Gods, you've got a COLLECTION. Is that... is that that boy-girl-lizard??" She snorted.

He grabbed his phone back with a snarl. "It's just a little something extra." He flipped through the images. She'd deleted her picture, but the others were still there. Well, there were backups of the others, anyway. He sighed. "A memento, and a just-in-case." Pocketing the phone, he set about dragging his pants up again. "Whatever. I can get a picture another time. You shoulda just relaxed and enjoyed that while you had it." Doing up his buckle, he gave a wry smile. "You'll be wishing you had. I can give you more, but it'll be on my terms, and I want something from you in exchange."

The cheetah sighed, rolling her eyes as she plucked up her bra. "Oh, here we go. You can't just be thankful I'm giving you any?"

Smirking, the coon shook his head. "Oh, I'm glad to have you, but the real reason I approached you was for a little something more."

"Mm hmm. And what's that?" She'd produced a few tissues from somewhere to see about cleaning up before she drew her pants up again.

"I'm not gonna work here, but I wanna keep getting paid."

"Fuck off."

"Let me finish. My work will still get done, kinda. That lizard? Uhhh, Tyler? Probably him. Will cover both our work. All I need you to do is cover it up that I'm not actually coming in most of the time, and maybe go a little easy on Tyler, huh? Fudge the numbers a little, so he just has to do a job and a half or something."

"How charitable," she intoned with dripping sarcasm as she straightened out her shirt. "And why should I do that? You've got a neat trick in your pants, but I'll probably get bored of it after a few more tries, honestly."

He smirked lightly. "Oh, you think so? Tell me... you said you've gotta get going soon, right? Big, important business stuff probably." She nodded, rolling her eyes toward the door pointedly. "But if I pulled out my cock again right now, you'd suck it, wouldn't you." She blinked slowly. "If I could keep up the production, I could literally just sit here and not do anything, and you'd basically just suck me off all day. Tell me I'm wrong." She frowned slowly. "You JUST got some, and you're already starting to crave more. Tomorrow, you'll have a hard time thinking of anything but my balls in your face. You'll probably start sucking off other guys at random trying to satisfy it, but it won't work. Soon, you won't be able to stand sucking anybody else off, cause you know you won't get that hit." He sighed at length, paw rising to rub at his eyes, but he thought better of it, with all the mess.

She sighed slowly. "...Well... so... Forget it, then. I'll go cold turkey and ride it out. I quit smoking; I can beat this."

Smiling wryly, Jake shook his head. "Doesn't work. One taste, and it's forever. You're mine now."

Her brow furrowed incredulously, and she stared into his eyes. Her mouth hung open a moment before she spoke. "So... you've already fucked me, after all." He scoffed, smirked, and nodded. "Well..." She frowned a moment, then smirked herself. "Nah. I think I'll just take some whenever I want it, then. You can do your own damn job, and just enjoy the perk of having this pretty face between your legs now and then."

He chuckled brusquely. "That was a real nice trick you got there, with your throat and your fingers and everything, but I wanted to hurry up and unload. You don't get into this business if you can't keep control of your product. No, you can't MAKE me cum. And believe me... when you suck, and suck, and suck, and nothing comes out..." He hissed, shaking his head. "Your brain'll start to fry a little just from anticipation. And if you really annoy me... I can cut you off altogether. More than seven days without a drop of the good stuff, and you'll REALLY start to feel it." He smirked broadly under lazy, hooded eyes.

The cheetah stared at him, her thumb running across her lips, as if searching for just a speck more of the stuff. Those eyes burned into him, and he met her gaze with a smug smirk. Finally, her eyes dropped. "Fuck," she whispered. "...How often?"

He shrugged. "Once a week."

"Three times a week." She swallowed. "I can come by your place, some days."

The raccoon shook his head. "I've only got so much supply, and a lot of mouths to feed. You'll get your load once a week, and maybe --maybe-- an extra one now and then, if you're good. Maybe chalk me up some overtime here and there, make sure things aren't too hard for Tyler. I'll be keeping an eye on things." He smirked broadly. "Sides, you ARE pretty damn hot. Don't worry, you'll be one of the first on my mind when I've got an extra load to spill."

She giggled softly for a moment, biting her lip, then stopped, jerking back and blinking, staring at him in shock. He chuckled richly. "That's more like it. Don't fight it, Crys. You're mine now. In public, you're still my boss and everything, but alone, you're my little cocksucker." He finally pushed to his feet, smiling broadly. "Keep me happy, and I'll keep you sane." His eyes fell, and he gave her one more rough groping through her bra. "I'll be seein' ya."

As he stepped to the door, he ignored the faint sobbing sounds behind him. He checked himself over real quick. Kinda messy, but passable. He stepped out and hurried to the bathroom to clean up a little... and to let a long, shuddering breath go.

That had been too fucking close at the end. He hadn't expected her to be so sharp! He'd had to put his all into convincing her he could hold back. It was an old, classic lie, and it mostly worked on the addicts. They couldn't think well when you threatened to cut them off, and for all her brains, she definitely was the addictive type. This was gonna hit her hard. She'd have a pretty rough week... but at least he was still in control. He scrubbed some water over his face, sighing heavily, and looked into the mirror.

Jacob grinned at himself. "That's the big three done. You're golden."

It seemed so easy, looking back. Sure, there had been a few... issues, but well, hell! All he had to do was cum in three mouths every week, and he had a free place to live and a free paycheck, forever! Well, some part of it would probably fall through sooner or later. But he wasn't done yet. He was still figuring it out, but he was gonna make a real life for himself. He was blessed with a unique... gift. A power. And he was gonna use it to live a life a guy like him could only dream about otherwise. Money. Power. Women. He didn't need fame, but maybe someday, he'd have a mansion of his own. A place to keep all his hot fucking thralls, so he could fuck them all in the cunts all he wanted. And none of the crazy bitches he'd left behind would be able to touch him. A perfect life, without having to work a day.

He stared into his own eyes, a crooked smile hooked on his lips. Yeah. He was doing it. He was really doing it!

The door opened, and he jerked up straight. Right. Time to-- oh, cripes, it was that fucking giraffe! And leering at him like he'd done something wrong again! "Got the runs, mate?" Jacob sneered, and brushed past him, hurrying into the hall.

Anyway. It was gonna be a little tight until the checks started coming in, but he was ready to grab some food and crash for the day. He checked his phone. One new message... from the lizard.

3:38 "Can I come to your place sometime? I'll show you."

Hissing softly to himself, Jacob stopped in the middle of the hallway. Well... he had to figure this out, one way or another. It sounded like the kid might still do his work for him, so... He sighed and sent a message back.

4:01 "Sure. Tomorrow. I'm at the Riverside, room 39. 7ish."

He pocketed his phone, chewing on his lip. Shit was gonna get weird, he just knew it.