New, Exciting Prospects

Story by Joshiah on SoFurry

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Serapha keeps a close eye on her club, The Gryphon's Den, and in this story for Serinthia_Kelberry, she truly enjoys her work!

Sitting in her opulent office and relaxing with a pair of pawtips pressed to the tight, slick flesh of her womanhood, Serapha keeps a watchful eye over all of the levels of the club while enjoying a drink and the more earthly delights her body can offer, but she puts a stop to her ritual when she spies a nervous looking bunny in the VIP area.

Serapha cares about her own pleasure, but business comes first, and she has to make sure that all of her customers are happy...whatever it takes.

As always, read, comment and enjoy!


For Serapha, nothing less than the best would do.

Her life wasn't always the easy street that she appeared to walk, and a rough, rocky past was still fresh in her memory, to the point that some nights, her opulence wasn't enough to erase the painful memories she grew up with.

What couldn't be denied was the fact that she'd made quite the name for herself, and in her city, The Gryphon's Den was the premiere spot for a variety of different kinds of nightlife.

Her office was truly a reflection of the success that she'd become. Her chair was one of several in the room, but it was fitted with plush, Corinthian leather, and underneath, small motors and machines were constantly massaging her shoulders and back, keeping her body fresh and relaxed. The two chairs on the other side of her desk would have passed for fancy against the tastes of even the richest of CEO's, and said desk was one solid piece of reclaimed wood, stained with a gorgeous shade of sealant to keep spilled drinks from leaving a mess.

Solid floors of limestone and walls painted white gave the room a brightness that was hard to mimic, and it was an entirely intentional design choice. On the far wall of the room, a range of television monitors were set into the stone for Serapha to enjoy, and the bright atmosphere of the room took the edge off of what was actually a very dark and sensual pastime...that of admiring her favorite business contacts and customers when they were in the middle of private affairs.

To say that Serapha was a voyeur might have been an understatement.

"The rooms are filling up awfully fast this evening," she murmured to herself, as she cradled the bottom of a small, rounded glass and swirled the cocktail within. "Wonder if I'll get to enjoy anything truly exotic today..."

Serapha spent more of her time in such a manner than she was willing to admit. It was fairly common for someone to knock on her door when she was carousing the screens, but it was entirely rare for someone to see what she was actually up to on the other side of the door.

Most often, she'd be leaning back in her chair, allowing something as simple as her pawtips to manipulate her sex, despite all of the more technologically advanced options that were at her disposal. She could program machines to pleasure customers, but at the end of the day, nothing was quite as skillful at finding the sensitive, cute nub of her clit than her thumb, and if there was anything that she truly enjoyed, it was pleasuring herself to the sight of other people enjoying the services that her nightclub had to offer.

She was hedonistic in that way, and perhaps, a bit narcissistic, but she wouldn't dare to apologize for either fact.

"Oh? What's this?" Serapha spoke only to herself as she lifted a tiny remote and pointed it at one of the screens on the wall. One of her favorite areas to watch was the "Members Only" section of the bar, where the more privileged few were able to mingle in a way that might not be acceptable in a public nightclub.

Serapha was used to seeing all manner of debauchery when she zoomed in on this screen, and it was one of her favorites to enjoy when her pawtips were already under her skirt and teasing at the entrance to her womanhood.

What she saw in that moment, however, wasn't just terrible, lewd conduct, but a lone point of innocence in the middle of it. Bright white fur coated tall, long ears that were folded back, as a nervous, timid looking bunny stood among the crowd, holding her right arm with her left paw. Every few seconds, she gave herself an uneasy rub, but clearly, she looked as though she felt out of place.

Setting her wine down and pulling her pawtips up from her sex, Serapha licked her own juices from the ends of her claws and stood up out of her chair. "I can't stand for this...what kind of a manager doesn't cater to every guest?"

The bunny had no idea that she was being watched, of course. She was too busy trying not to panic as she watched the myriad of furs around her grinding upon each other; some of them doing far worse as the room filled with the lustful air of sexual acts.

Completely unsuspecting, the poor bunny nearly jumped out of her pink sundress as she felt a tiny poke upon her shoulder.

"You look terribly nervous, ma'am."

"G-gosh...you almost scared the pants off of me! I...I mean...I'm not wearing...youknowwhatImean," the rabbit nearly let her muzzle run away with her words as she smiled shyly. "Sorry, I guess this place is a bit crazier than I expected. Everyone told me to try the member's area..."

"I'm glad they did," Serapha replied. "I'm Serapha...I happen to be the owner of this club, and I heard from a little bird that you might be a little uncomfortable with all of this noise."

The bunny didn't see anyone acting as security in the area, but she gave a quick nod. "It's...all a bit much, yes."

"Well," Serapha paused, as she opened a palm on the bunny's shoulder, "Why don't you come upstairs with me? Perhaps I can find something a bit more your speed in the VIP area..."

Such an offer was impossible for someone so curious to pass up on. "You...you'd do that for me?"

"With pleasure, Miss...?"

"Leanna," the bunny replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you so much for your hospitality!"

Serapha could barely help her grin. We'll see if you're thanking me in a couple hours, she thought, knowing that they had very different ideas of what was actually waiting on the higher floors of the club.