Bottomless Bar: Chapter 1
The Bottomless Bar. It was a very reputable establishment on the strip that hosted several other bars and clubs. It was the first of its kind to take the direction that it did, of which was that it adhered to its namesake. Every single one of its workers were bottomless, nothing below the waist was worn aside from stockings or shoes. Because of its partial nude dress code, there was a reputation for things becoming naughty pretty frequently inside.
There was a whole host of particular drinks that the staff were allowed to pour that added their own little flavors to each. There was a myriad of techniques and shows that were employed to please the various guests that would come around. Devious acts weren't uncommon to occur anywhere, most often involving one of the tenders or even the bar hired DJ. In all, you could always count on the staff to be good looking, fun, and enjoying their job.
It had been about a month since the ownership of the Bottomless Bar had switched paws. It was a rather smooth transition, and the new owner was seen quite a bit more than the previous. No one perhaps noticed this more than the staff manager. Luthor, the doberman that was most often seen behind the counter late at night and on every weekend, had been the second in command of the bar. Most of the time he felt like he was the one steering everything, being that the previous owner was hardly ever around.
It was a pleasant surprise really, Luthor had never expected the new guy to pick up the reigns so enthusiastically. He seemed to genuinely care about the establishment and wasn't afraid to get his paws dirty. Peculiar as he was, being the biggest guy on the payroll afforded him to wear plenty of different hats.
It had been a somewhat busy weekend so far and the night was slowly crawling to an end. The clocks hit 2AM and the front door became locked. The last couple of patrons shuffled out, barely holding themselves up as a cab waited on the curb. Brock, the head of security, meandered into the establishment from his post outside the door and slid up to the bar counter. Luthor was putting away the last few clean glasses while Dennis, a German shepherd and bartender, wiped the counter down.
"How was our night, gentlemen?" the bouncer asked. He was a impressively muscular pit bull, his tough exterior and leather jacket giving way that he wasn't someone to be screwed with. The fact that he wasn't afraid to start things off with physical altercations had given him a reputation for being no-nonsense when it came to turning people away at the door.
"Busy busy," the doberman laughed. Dennis wrung out his washcloth in the sink before tossing it over his shoulder and joining the other canines. From the back room a curvaceous, black furred rabbit stepped out and sauntered over to her coworkers. She was stunningly gorgeous, which was the norm for everyone that worked there. Brock, Luthor, and Dennis were strikingly handsome with fit bodies that conveyed healthy diets and an active life outside of their jobs.
"So, does anyone know what we're meeting for?" the bunny girl asked. Her name was Jasmine, one of two girls that worked there, though she was easily the one that was seen the most often. She glanced around at the others but they each gave a shrug in response. The sounds of stepping feet came to all four's attention and their eyes turned to the side all at once.
From the dark dance floor area of the bar came two shadow covered figures. One was significantly larger than the other, and therefore easily identified as the new owner. Beside him was the DJ, a thin, lithe raccoon girl that was a dedicated employee for the bar. When they stepped into the light, the group's suspicions were proven correct.
Merun was a very large husky, easily the tallest one there and most muscular. He had a barreled chest, thick neck, and arms that looked like he was smuggling bowling balls in the sleeves of his shirt. A rippled abdomen lead to a pair of legs that were lean and powerful. In all he looked like someone that should have been at a strong-fur competition instead of a place that sold alcohol.
While most might have thought him to uphold a life of protein supplements and weight lifting, the opposite was true, and most might have discerned that if they had given him a second look over. Merun had been born with a genetic mutation known as Chromea Dyspepsia, that manifested most noticeably as a change in fur color. Of the three sub types of CD, Merun was afflicted with Inverted Chromea, or a reversal of the normal fur pattern that a husky would have. CD also came with a heightened physical disposition and intelligence, combined with his past in SCAR and there wasn't any question as to why he was so large.
"Thank you all for meeting with me so late, but it was the only chance that we would have that had all of us here at once," Merun began with a smile, his voice warm and smooth. "Here," he said and began to distribute leaflets of paper. "We're going to be expanding the bar, so we'll be looking for more people to work for us. Feel free to hand these out to anyone you know or hang them up wherever you want."
The group took a few seconds to skim the information, Brock was the first to speak up. "You're gunna hire another bouncer?" he asked, confused. "What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you, but we have been getting busier lately, even on the weekdays when you're not here. We'll need to get another to share the load," Merun explained. "Just for now, these are the changes. As it is, Ashton had a lot of you working overtime, which I think is pretty unfair."
"It would be nice to get some more help," Jasmine said as she folded the piece of paper in her paws.
"It'll take some getting used to, I know you guys have been a pretty tight nit group since this place opened. I won't be doing anything that doesn't have Luthor's approval," the husky continued and winked at the doberman. Luthor smirked and laughed to himself. "When you're not busy I'll be conducting interviews with you, did Ashton ever do something like that?" He asked, addressing the staff manager.
"I pretty much did all of the interviews, actually. Ashton was hardly ever around" Luthor said.
"Hm. Well, that won't be the case with me," Merun retorted and rubbed at his chin before he glanced back at everyone else. "Did you guys have any more questions?" He was given a series of shakes of the head and tired looks that told him everyone was ready to go home. He beamed proudly at his team and gave the bar counter a smack. "All right then! Good job, everyone, have a safe drive home," he smiled and then glanced at Jasmine. "I'll see you at twelve tomorrow then, eh?"
"You mean, twelve today?" she replied with a grin as everyone began to walk off towards the front of the store. Merun felt heat rush to his cheeks.
"Heh, yeah. Today," he mimicked. Merun's eyes followed the dark lapin as she padded off, his eyes having turned down and locked to her swaying rear end. With every step she took her hips would swing just slightly enough to make for a hypnotizing movement. He could feel the heat rising in his chest and through his body the longer his eyes lingered. It was only when a firm paw clapped his shoulder did he snap out of his reverie.
"Careful, boss-man, she'll break your heart," Luthor warned with a chuckle and clapped the other dog's broad shoulder again. Merun grinned back at him.
"There's no worry, I'd like to think myself as a pretty professional person," the husky replied.
"Uh huh, that's what Ashton thought too," Luthor said amused as he began to walk off as well. Merun watched as the room emptied while he brought up the rear. When he got more near to the door he pulled a small remote from the breast pocket of his vest and clicked a few buttons. The lights dimmed to the point that they were almost off, and with another button click the security system became armed.
When he stepped out into the warm summer air the door auto-locked behind with with a satisfying thud. He glanced down the one way street and saw a few crowds of people coming out and mingling in groups as they situated the next few steps of the night. The husky smirked to himself, reminded of when he was back in Haven in the clothing optional district. The thought occurred how full circle he had come with owning his own clothing optional bar and the smile he wore lasted all the way to his car.
The stairs creaked as Luthor made his way up several flights. As he approached the door of his apartment he began to fiddle with the ring of keys in his paw, the small metal pieces clinking. His door unlocked with a click and he nudged himself inside to see that all of the lights had been turned on. He paused in the doorway with a raised eyebrow and then peered a bit more inside. The culprit was revealed to be a small, black spotted dog sleeping in front of the large, flat screen TV that displayed a Netflix menu.
Luthor smirked and gingerly shut the door behind him so that it didn't make a sound and then crossed the room to the snoozing pup. The dalmatian was slightly curled up, his feet drawn up onto the couch that he resided. In his lap was a splayed open text book with a few papers strewn about and a pencil loosely gripped in his paw.
The doberman slowly leaned down and planted a soft, yet noticeable kiss on the other dog's lips. He immediately stirred and his eyes groggily came open, a smile turning up his muzzle as he saw his big, strong lover. "Hey, Luthor! How was your night?" he asked cutely.
"Lucky," Luthor chuckled, "What are you doing?" he replied, ignoring the dalmatian's question. Lucky was a boy that was considerably smaller than the other dog. Where Luthor was rather fit and muscular, Lucky was thin, feminine, and about a head shorter.
"I wanted to wait up for you, but I fell asleep," Lucky retorted and stuck out his tongue.
Luthor held a smirk on his face and glanced back down to the book. "Chemistry eh?" he noted.
"Just a bit of homework," the dalmatian said with a wide yawn and scooted up to wrap his arms around the doberman's neck. The two shared another kiss and Lucky shifted so his feet settling back to the floor. The book clamped shut between his legs and a couple papers fluttered away.
"Well, it's a school night," the doberman muttered after a pause in their embrace. "You gotta get back to sleep."
"Hmm, may I stay with you tonight?" Lucky asked cutely and tried his best to give the other dog puppy eyes. It didn't take much of Luthor staring into those big, brown hues for him to give a sigh and nod.
"All right, but only because it's already so late," he said and leaned back until he was at a full stand.
"Yay!" the dalmatian laughed and jumped up to his feet. Despite Luthor still being bottomless from work, Lucky was fully clothed and normal looking. The smaller dog padded off to the single bedroom of the apartment and hopped up onto the king sized bed that dominated the room. Luthor followed and began to strip away his vest and shirt that was underneath. His tie followed afterword and he came up beside the other completely naked.
The two had a unique relationship, or perhaps lack there of. Recently Lucky had become single, having shed an abusive boyfriend with the confidence that Luthor had instilled into him. The dalmatian had initially thought he and the doberman would be together, but in reality they weren't able. A boyfriend was something Luthor couldn't commit to, given his job and life style it wasn't fair for him to force the pup to adhere to rules that he couldn't. Despite what the dalmatian wanted, it was all forbidden fruit.
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