Winter Break
The Sequel to Sex Education is here!
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We have a recap at Jamba Juice where Levi and Terry talk about the happenings in "Sex Education" before going to a charity event at Roman's work. Terry is concerned that Levi's heat is coming in and the snow leopard might not be able to control himself. Then again, when has anyone been able to control Levi?
Winter Break takes the perspective of Levi as we delve into the snow leopard's relationship with Roman. Now that the sexy snep has helped the loving couple with their sex problems, they can really get down with the neighbors across the hall. But maybe, just maybe, Terry and Joey have something to teach Levi.
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Winter Break
Part 1
The late November air was bitter and biting as it swept between the buildings, but that didn’t stop the cougar and snow leopard from getting their yoga in. It helped that the snow leopard was the instructor and that he gave his cougar pal free sessions, but it was more because of the bond they had formed. The two furs were bundled up, sweaty, and freezing as they scurried down the sidewalk, the mix of slushy snow and leftover leaves from the fall were ground into the pavement beneath their boots as they made it to the smoothie shop down the way.
“Wow, you really put me through the ringer there,” Terry the cougar chuckled as he walked into the Jamba Juice with Levi the snow leopard behind him.
“Yeah,” The snow leopard snickered. “I’ve had a bit more energy than usual so I’ve been pushing the classes pretty hard.”
“I’ve noticed,” Terry pushed ahead of the snow leopard. “I’m getting the drinks this time. Ever since Joey got that promotion, we can afford a bit more.”
“Oh, so I don’t need to bribe you with free sessions anymore?” Levi pulled his purple and cerulean marshmallow jacket off and tossed it on a booth to reserve their spot.
“Oh shoot, do you need me to start paying? Are you doing okay?” Terry seemed all flustered. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you or anything now that we’re making more money.”
“Don’t sweat it Terr-Bear,” Levi winked as he slid his hands into Terry’s jacket and over his shoulders to slink the cougar’s jacket off. “I’m just joking. You know there’s always going to be a spot for you in my classes.” With that Levi pressed his lips against the cougar’s neck and let it linger there a little longer than he intended.
“Levi,” Terry blushed and brushed him off. “We’re in public.”
“Oh, come on now, your husband the only one who can throw out those PDA’s?” Levi purred as he tossed the cougar’s jacket into their booth.
“My god you’re incorrigible,” Terry rolled his eyes as he snagged their drinks and straws from the pickup counter. “I swear, you’re worse than Joey is.”
“How is your hubby doing?” Levi asked as he took his drink and sat down. He had a crop top on and some sweatpants over his booty shorts. He had to keep warm after his workout, so he usually wore them under his baggier warm clothes.
“Shouldn’t you know more than me,” Terry smiled around his straw. “He’s been hanging around Roman a lot lately.”
“I know! Those two have been inseparable since your husband found his prostate,” Levi rolled his eyes. “I swear, before you met us, you had no idea how your bodies worked one bit.”
“We really, really didn’t,” Terry chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “I can’t thank you enough for that Levi. I know you had your horny reasons for wanting to help, but we both know you have a good heart under all that sexy fluff.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Levi waived him off.
“No, for real, I think our marriage would have been a shell of what it is now,” Terry smiled as his eyes drooped, a light pink blush waring his cheeks as he thought of how passionate his sex with his man was now. “You saved me from a life of living like a prude and thinking sex was just for, well, reproduction. I think it helped boost Joey’s confidence too and got him that promotion. We owe you a lot.”
“Does that mean I get a cut of your man’s raise?” Levi bounced his brows.
“How about he blows your back out later, sound fair?” Terry rolled his eyes.
“Deal!” Levi gave his friend a wink.
“How have the boys been?” Terry asked.
“Caleb and Kameron?” Levi took a sip. “Same ol’ same ol’ if you ask me. The two are obsessed with one another.”
“Yeah, I get that,” Terry pondered the Clydesdale cowboy and the zebra punk rocker. “They kind of come and go as they please, huh?”
“Honestly, they have been working with Roman lately as well,” Levi shrugged. “We’ll get enough of them tonight, I’m sure. What’re your plans for the holidays?”
“Just the usual,” Terry shrugged. “We’ll make a trip back home to see our parents. They grew up in the same town, so it’ll be easy enough to hop from one house to the other. Do laundry and party a bit.”
“With how you two ended up, I’m assuming those parties are dry and boring,” Levi smirked as he sipped on his straw.
“You got me there,” Terry chuckled. “My parents are kind of old school and my in-laws aren’t much further off. Though, I might be able to catch a few more good recipes from Joey’s mom. She’s the most amazing cook. What are your plans for the holiday season?”
“Me?” Levi smiled. “Same as every year. Fucking like a wild beast.”
“Oh! I didn’t even realize, it’s your season, isn’t it?” Terry put a hand over his mouth before smirking. “You think you crazy boys can get along while Joey and I are out of town?”
“Something tells me the boys will manage me just fine,” Levi said it with confidence, but something in the pit of his stomach felt less than assured. “But do come back quickly. I’d love to see how crazy your man goes for my pheromones, though, I doubt it’ll be just as crazy as yours. You have the craziest fucking heat, I swear to god.”
“I know,” Terry blushed and put a hand to his forehead. “I had no idea how bad it was until you told me. The pill doesn’t do anything, but at least it makes it easy for us to go at it without worrying. Joey was happy to ditch the condoms, though they do make for easier clean up.”
“I never really worried with clean up,” Levi shrugged.
“Yeah, after the ‘party’ we had, you hardly lifted a finger to clean,” Terry jabbed.
“Hey, I brought the dishes to the sink,” Levi gave Terry a sly smirk. “You can’t be upset that your man wore me out.”
“Yeah, what are the chances of that happening now that you’re going into heat?” Terry cocked a brow, sipping his smoothie.
“Slim to none,” Levi flicked his hand in a chopping motion. “Your pheromones might be stronger, but my heat is deeper. If you can hardly keep up with me in yoga, just imagine what I’m like when I got the proper motivation in me.”
“In you, on you, outside of you, in back of you,” Terry listed off.
“Look how our little prude has blossomed,” Levi leaned back in the booth and licked his chops. “Referencing anal without so much as a blush.”
“Levi,” Terry crouched down, his cheek’s blazing. “People can hear.”
“And if they want to eavesdrop, that’s their problem if they hear something they don’t want to,” Levi shrugged. “Besides, it’s the ninety’s, it’s high time people came out of the puritanical cave they’ve been jerking it in the past century and welcome the modern age. Get some sun on that thang! Tired of having pasty ass dicks tell me to keep it in my pants.”
Levi emphasized his point by slouching in his seat and taking a loud sip from his smoothie. Terry was fighting back the urge to spit out his mouthful of strawberry mango protein blast in a fit of laughter.
“Oh my god,” Terry gulped back and huffed out. “You nearly made me choke on that.” The cougar let out between giggles. “You got a warn a friend before you go and pull that kind of thing.”
“What, being real?” Levi cocked a brow. “Last time I checked, you were the most real guy I knew. A bit straight laced, but real as real gets.”
“Straight laced?” Terry smirked. “Not what I would say when you were scissoring me on my kitchen table.”
Levi choked and spat a bit of his smoothie out his nose as he slapped his hand over his muzzle as he laughed through the pain.
“Oh god! Brain freeze!” Levi laughed.
“Levi! Are you okay?”
“No, get me napkins,” Levi chuckled between snorting berry yogurt snot out of his nose. Terry quickly got him napkins and helped clean up the table. “How about you warn a friend when you’re about to pull the stick out your ass and beat me with it. Geeze!”
“I’m so sorry,” Terry apologized between giggle fits. “I’m so sorry Levi, I didn’t even think. I just said it.”
“The price of being real,” Levi blew his nose, a bit of ice shards and berry bits coming out. “oh god, I’m going to be sneezing seeds all night, I swear.”
“I’m so sorry,” Terry leaned his head on the table, gripping his ribs and trying to stop himself from laughing. “It hurts!”
“Good, payback’s a bitch, ain’t it,” Levi rolled his eyes and tentatively took a sip of his drink. “So, instead of laughing at me, why don’t we talk about our plan of attack tonight. Do you have any idea what Joey or Roman are doing for the charity event?”
“Not a one,” Terry swiped a tear from his eye. “Those two have been thick as thieves. I haven’t been able to get Joey to crack.”
“Yeah, I haven’t been able to extract anything form Roman either,” Levi glanced down, his eyes mind’s eye distracted from his morning romp with his jaguar boyfriend. “My heat has me caving into him more easily than he would me. Not that my heat is in full swing just yet, but I can feel it coming on. It’ll be any day now and I’ll be a sopping mess just like you were.”
“I don’t know,” Terry shrugged. “I was pretty needy.”
“Yeah, but you can be too nice about things,” Levi waived off Terry’s comment. “I swear, I can go from bad bitch to cock whore at the drop of a dime when I’m in my heat. Expect me to do favors for favors more often.”
“Oh my god, you sure you’re not in heat now?” Terry cocked a brow as he smiled around his straw.
“Hell, I might be,” Terry tried to sense his heat, really focusing on his deep gut and trying to feel it. There were shadows of warmth, little flickers of something there, like embers on the wind being thrown into a dry field. There was smoke, but no fire. It was simmering, it was cookin’, but nothing was quite yet ready to bake. His oven was preheating for sure, but not ready for the dough.
“Maybe not quite yet,” Levi shrugged. “But things are a-happenin’.”
“If you say so,” Terry sipped his drink. “You think going to the club tonight for the charity event is a good thing then?”
“What? You worried I’m going to hop any bone I see?” Levi rolled his eyes. “Please, I have some self control.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Terry chuckled. “Wouldn’t it be kind of bad to have your heat filling the joint when everyone is there? Do you have enough pads? I got a few at the apartment that worked well enough for me if you’d like to have one?”
“Nah,” Levi dismissed. “Oven isn’t quite ready for a bun yet. I’ll be fine, and the hornier people are the more they give.”
“Well, I know you got ‘self-control’,” Terry did air quotes. “But are you sure you want to go? Now that you bring it up, I know I’d be tempted with all the hot men there.”
“You’re just saying that because your hot husband is going to be there too,” Levi chuckled. “Nah, don’t sweat it baby. I got this. Not my first heat.”
Levi was getting annoyed with Terry’s worries, though he pushed it off as more of his heat starting up and being short fused. He could handle himself. Always had, and always will. That’s why Roman and him worked so well. He was very “go with the flow” and Levi liked to control the tide. Besides, they were in a mostly open relationship. Always come to each other first and then discuss before going to anyone else. Pretty easy rules, though most of them were bent during heat.
Levi smiled, listening to Terry talk about his husband and his new job while his mind’s eye wandered to the last time he was in heat with Roman. His boyfriend caught him looking at a guy across a bar and then surprised him that night with a hot three way. A massive Roman and a bulking grizzly pinning him between themselves as his holes were worked over and his heat sprayed the air.
“Anyway, should we get going?” Terry asked. “If we don’t go now, we’re probably going to be late.”
“For sure,” Levi stood and took their empty smoothie cups and tossed them. “Don’t want to miss their ‘big opener.’ Roman’s been teasing me about it for days.”
“Is Joey going to be involved?” Terry cocked his head.
“I can’t imagine your husband would be getting up on a poll if he’s already climbing that corporate ladder.” Levi shrugged. “Though, I wouldn’t put it past him to assist Roman in something.”
“I guess that’s true,” Terry’s ears drooped.
“What, were you hoping your husband would hop on the poll and give you a dance?” Levi rolled his eyes. “That’ll be the fucking day.”
“Yeah, I guess that would be a little ridiculous,” Terry chuckled as they made their way out of the smoothie shop, tugging their coats on.
The bitter wind was howling between the buildings and causing their jackets to shift and ripple in the wind. They both went home, showered in their separate apartments that were just across the hall from one another, and met back in the lobby to head out. They ducked down into the subway and popped out near Roman’s second job at the strip club. They made their way to the club and came to the entrance with their passes that Roman had given them for the charity event. They were allowed in on a side entrance and guided to reserved seating.
The club was very dark, the majority of the floors black with red carpeting and vinyl seating. The bar had large wall of drinks with a ladder that went up to the top shelf, though most of the people there were snagging the specialty drink of the night.
“You want a Cosmo?” Levi asked. “You got the smoothies, I can get the first round.”
“First round? Oh my,” Terry blushed. “You know I’m a bit of a light weight.”
“Yeah, our community fly weight,” Levi chuckled. “How about a beer then, and you can take a few sips off mine?”
“Sounds perfect,” Terry smiled. Levi was about to stand up when someone put a foot on the booth next to them. The brown leather lace up sandals went up to his knee. Their golden thighs were corded with power, veins rolling down them with raw strength. The massive bulge of the man was clad in a red cloth thong, his brown harness with brass studs showing off his wide and powerful chest, his neck thick and commanding, and his head adorned with helmet with a red mohawk.
“Hey there baby,” Roman purred, taking his helmet off and tucking it under an arm and showing off his sultry eyes. The cat’s spotted fur glinted in the lowlight, showing off the silkiness of his fur in contrast to the dark leathers. “You two lookin’ to get a drink?”
“Hey there baby!” Levi murred, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Roman’s neck and pressing his lips against his. The jaguar purred deeply, almost growling as their tongues found one another, their lips smacking as he cupped the snow leopard’s face before breaking the kiss.
“What are you and the shorty having?” Roman gave the cougar a wink. “Hey there Terry.”
“H-Hi,” Terry’s face was burning red. He was used to seeing Roman naked and the sudden lusty outbursts between him and Levi, but something about the atmosphere and the public setting made the cougar’s heart race.
“I was just about to get a Cosmo and a light beer for the fly weight,” Levi pulled some bills out of his sweatpants and slipped them into Roman’s cod piece. “Want to go get us that, big boy?”
“You know I live to serve,” Roman purred.
Roman gave his man one last kiss before pulling away, his ass thick and round as he swaggered to the bar.
“H-Holy shit,” Terry huffed. “I thought Roman was the bartender?”
“Oh, yeah, he is,” Levi sat down. “But he strips too.”
“Oh my,” Terry bit his thumb nail. “I don’t know why I’m so surprised. If I weren’t a married man, I’d be throwing money at that too.”
“Why so thirsty for my man? You literally got reamed by him last week,” Levi rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know!” Terry shrugged. “I think it’s all the anticipation. I’m still looking forward to see what Joey is up to.”
“I have a feeling I know what’s going to happen,” Levi smiled as Roman swaggered by, setting down their drinks. “Thank you baby!”
“You got it my love,” Roman winked before putting his helmet back on. “You two enjoy the show.”
Roman walked over to the side of the stage and slipped behind the curtain, the crowd getting a little restless as they got a glimpse of that big jaguar and the meat he was packing between those powerful thighs.
“God that man was made to thrust,” Levi purred, sipping his drink. “I swear, if we were home right now that outfit would already be on the floor.”
“You sure your heat isn’t in full swing?” Terry cocked a brow, nursing his beer.
“What? I can’t obsess over my man? Sorry we’re not all married here, but just cuz I ain’t got no ring, don’t mean I don’t get that thang!”
“No, it’s not that,” Terry smiled. “I just mean, you’re pretty horny for someone who’s just only feeling it a little.”
“Have you met me?” Levi leaned back in the seat and took a sip of his drink.
“Sorry,” Terry blushed. “I guess I’m just not used to all this just yet.”
“Well, consider this your graduation party, baby,” Levi purred while flicking his long fluffy tail against the cougar’s shoulder. “I have a feeling tonight is going to be a very good night for the local food shelfs.”
Terry was about to say something, but the lights dimmed and a voice projected through the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Your local food shelf thanks you for coming out tonight! All profits made tonight will go to feeding and clothing the least fortunate of us. So grab your dollars and scream and holler for our opening act. You know him, you love him, it’s Romulus!”
The stage curtains pulled away to show Roman standing center stage, his massive body on full display in his gladiator outfit only this time he had a red flowing cape. His arms came up to a double bicep pose that made his lats flair out as he gave the crowd a big, predatory grin. The crowd went wild. The air being peppered with applause and whistles.
“And for one night only, Romulus’s brother had been risen from the dead! Give it up for Remus!!!” The DJ announced, the music blaring as Roman turned sideways, his cape fluttering away to reveal his “brother” in question. There stood a much smaller man by comparison who had been hidden behind the tall wall of muscle. In a nearly identical outfit stood a tiger, his green eyes glinting through his helmet. His body was still impressive, very toned and packed with lean muscle.
“Joey!” Terry’s eyes went wide.
“As you can tell, these brothers were well blessed by their wolf mother!” The announcer’s voice had a sly grin to it. “Romulus has size and strength!”
Roman threw his head back and gave a powerful jaguar screech as he flexed, his body on full display. Joey rolled his eyes, the stage movement heavily over exaggerated to accent what he was doing.
“But Remus was blessed with, well size and girth as well!”
Joey had a big grin as he put his hands behind his head and thrusted his hips forward. His pendulous junk weighing down that red banana hammock and making it sway and swing.
“In case you didn’t know, folks, they’re wearing the same size,” the announce’s voice was very cheeky.
And clearly, one of the two was filling their thong better.
Roman had a nice package, his muscles almost making it seem smaller by comparison, but Joey’s cock looked monstrous in that sling! That ten inch beast of a cock pushed that thong down and revealed the thick root of that member, a vein rolling down it into warp the fabric of that thong. A peek of one of his balls could be seen in that pouch, the tiger’s white fur spilling out along his orange and black stripes.
“Now it’s time for a histo-remix! Time for you people to show us who wins the fight and gets to take Caesar’s throne or rename the famous empire!” The announcer accented the beat of the music, the song and lights coming to life and bouncing.
Roman started his routine off by throwing his cape off, the massive red curtain falling over Joey and making the crowd laugh as he started walking down the catwalk. He came to the end of the walk and slid down onto his knees, grinding his hips forward and showing off his junk and how he could make those abdominals ripple and make waves. He was instantly showered with thirsty hands, each one stuffing green in any crevice they could find. Though Joey didn’t seem like he was going to be outdone. He threw off the cape and had ran down the catwalk before jumping up, kicking off of Roman’s shoulder to hit the pole at the end of the catwalk.
Joey quickly spun around the pole showing off his body, his abdominals on full display as he bowed outward. His legs curled around that pole and his foot paws gripped onto it for balance as he spun, his tail flicking out behind him. Instantly the stage was showered with bills. Roman pretended to be upset and stood back up and gripped onto the pole with his massive mitt and twisted around to show off his thick, muscled ass and shook it for the crowd. Each cheek rose and then fell before someone reached up and slapped it. Then both of those cheeks flexed together as Roman let out a sexy growl.
Not to be outdone, Joey gripped the pole and let his feet go, but instead of falling down, he swung up! His powerful abdominals flexed as he swung his feet higher and hooked them together and then let himself hang, his cock flopping forward in it’s red pouch to hit just below his belly button. Roman then spun the pole, making Joey spin to give the entire crowd an eyeful.
“Holy shit,” Levi chuckled. “Who knew he had it in him?” The snow leopard nudged Terry, but the cougar didn’t react. Levi glanced over to see that Terry’s eyes were wide, practically glittering as he watched his man with rapt fascination. His maw hung open in a massive grin. Just then, Joey swung around and was facing them. Terry could hardly see it through the helmet and flashing lights, but Joey gave his man a wink before blowing him a kiss.
Terry’s face burned red as he collapsed into his booth in a fit of giggles as he kicked his legs in excitement.
“Oh honey, you are whipped,” Levi rolled his eyes before looking back and seeing Roman had pulled someone up onto the stage who was dangling a hundred. He pulled her into his chest, his pecs being motorboated as she slipped that hundo into the back of his thong. Levi cocked a brow and rubbed a hand over his loins.
Then, a duo of foot paws hit the catwalk in front of the two. Joey had leapt down and was now standing before the two of them before stepping off the catwalk and onto the table where he twisted his hips, his hands still behind his head as he ground the air in front of his man.
“Hey there sexy thing,” Joey shouted over the music. “You want a personal dance?”
“How much will it cost?” Terry asked with a squeak only to have Joey’s foot come down on the top of the booth so he was straddling the space between the table and the seat, his cock hanging low and getting lower as he showed off his body for his clearly enamored husband.
“For you, baby? I’d make the Odyssey look a tragedy with how far I’d go to please you.” Joey leaned forward and cupped Terry’s muzzle to make him look up. “Gratis!”
Terry’s blush grew deeper as Joey hopped down, his feet straddling the cougar and placing his fat semi right in his face. He ground it forward, his junk pressing against Terry’s face before pulling back and shaking it for him. Terry was mesmerized, as Joey gave him the most erotic lap dance he could imagine. The tiger started off his show with his dick, but then spun around and dipped down, his ass grinding against Terry’s lap as he wrapped one arm behind his husband’s neck for leverage. Joey’s ass had gotten a bit thicker and more toned since he started adding some lifting into his routine with the boys, but now Terry could really get a handful.
Levi purred and stuck a few bills in Joey’s thong, but the two didn’t seem to notice. The snow leopard had to keep himself from pouncing on the two with how erotic they were being. Terry’s hands slipped over Joey’s abdominals, his fingers bouncing over those little bundles of muscle as they flexed and rippled. The tiger used his feline flexibility to the max as his toe claws dug into the seats and he showed Terry just how they would use the strap on later.
“Oh, well, we can’t be outdone,” Levi smirked, taking a bill and putting it in his muzzle before standing up on the table and hopping onto the catwalk. Roman was flexing his arm for someone off the catwalk, one knee down while he flexed and had a few more bills stuffed into his thong. Levi surprised him by sitting on his one leg. The jaguar was a little surprised, but then he saw who it was.
“Hello there stranger,” Roman murred and pressed his lips against Levi’s, the bill being lost between their tongues before he pulled away, the money caught between his smiling fangs as he gave him a wink.
“There’s more where that came from,” Levi took a fifty and unbuttoned his pants before slipping it into the hem of his panties. “You want to make some change? You’re going to have to work it.”
“Oh do I now?” Roman murred, his hand going for the bill, but as his fingers gripped it, Levi held onto his wrist. Levi leaned into the jaguar’s ear, or where it would be behind the helmet he wore.
“You’re going to have to go lower,” Levi purred. “You want my money? You got to get my honey too.”
“Right here?” Roman asked.
“Come on babe, do it for the charity,” Levi pressed his lips against that helmet and left a warm tender kiss. Then his maw fell open in a gasp as Roman rubbed down around that snow leopard’s mound.
“You got it baby,” Roman gave a light rumble, that bill still sticking out of Levi’s panties as the front started to warm. Roman’s finger’s slid into Levi’s jeans and over that clothed pussy, tenderly petting it as the people looked on. A few of the people were stunned into silence while others still yipped and hollered. Money peppered the stage, was squeezed inside roman’s thong, and even some handed it over to Levi.
“Oh fuck,” Levi gasped, his petals sensitive and tingling, his loins abuzz as he felt the eyes of everyone on him.
“Go deeper!” Someone shouted as they threw another wad of cash at Roman’s feet.
“You want that baby?” Roman asked.
“Give these people their money’s worth,” Levi huffed, his face blushing as Roman took his hand away, licked his fingers and then slid them under those panties to find his favorite flower to pet. Levi gave a soft moan, his toe beans fanning as Roman found that pussy and slowly started working over that clit, playing with those sweet petals as they wetly popped with his dripping honey.
“You like that, baby?” Roman asked, his cocky grin telling everyone he knew the answer.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Levi huffed, his eyes scanning the crowd, dozens of them locking with his until he landed on a black panther by the bar. The black panther was looking right at him as Roman played with his pussy. He looked to be another of the dancers clad in black leather and cop gear. Levi wasn’t a fan of cops, but a leather daddy on the other hand…
“Oh, having a really good time,” Roman rumbled, his fingers slicking over that clit before teasing the entrance. His claws coming out soaked.
“Oh fuck yeah, keep going Roman, oh god,” Levi gasped, his face glowing red with passion as he continued to look at that black panther as he lapped as his drink. The way that panther’s tongue flicked over the drink to slip it up reminded the snow leopard of how Roman would lull over his pussy. The panther’s eyes locked with his the entire time, the fantasy shared between them as Levi’s breath hitched.
Levi was imagining laying back in his bed, Roman beneath him fanning those petals as that black panther went down and started to lap at his heated folds. The two of them becoming more and more rabid with each lick and flick of his sex until they plowed him, nailed him, and drained their nuts into his womb in a race for his eggs.
“Oh Fuck YES!” Levi threw his head back and gasped, his pussy popping off and gushing down his legs. His panties grew dark and wet, the jeans getting darker as he came. The people loved it, all of them throwing money onto the table.
“That’s good baby,” Roman gently lowered him back down to the table. “The dancers in back can get you a change of clothes. I got another song to perform in.
“Y-Yeah,” Levi was huffing, his mind barely able to comprehend what was happening, though someone was helping him walk his shaking legs to the back.
“I got it,” Someone with a thick creole accent cut in, and Levi found that he was being carried.
“Y-You’re not Roman…” Levi blinked and looked up to see the black panther as he carried him to the back.
“No, but not a bad traid in, huh?” The black panther purred into his ear.
“Let me down,” Levi furrowed his brow.
“Of course,” The black panther set him down in front of a dressing room. “There should be some fresh clothes in there for ya.”
“Who are you?” Levi was still coming out of his lustful haze, but things were starting to clear up.
“Longines,” the panther purred, his accent making the name far fancier.
“Like the watch brand? Nah, what’s your real name?” Levi crossed his arms.
“I usually don’t give my off-stage name to someone unless I plan to see them later,” The leather cop tipped his hat.
“Then why don’t you give me your number and your name,” Levi cocked his brow.
“Really now?” the panther chuckled. “Thought you were Roman’s boy?”
“We have an open-situationship going on, and I’d love to see more of you,” Levi smirked.
“Alright mon chéri,” the panther took a notepad form his belt and a permanent marker and scribbled his digits down. “Call me when you’re looking to expand that ‘situationship’ you have with Roman.”
He tore the fake ticket off and handed it to Levi. The snow leopard took it and smiled as the panther swaggered upstage.
“Looks like someone called the police after that performance! Everyone get ready for Officer Longines!!!” The announcer’s voice boomed over the crowd and Levi dipped into the room, his thumb running over the paper. He flipped it open and smiled as there was no name, just a phone number.
“Oh, you’re good mister Longines,” Levi cleaned himself up and got some fresh clothes before going back out to sit with Terry and Joey for the rest of the show.