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Vincent sighed as he dropped his cigarette and crushed it underneath his boot, the ash scattering across the pavement as he checked his watch. His break was over in two minutes, he figured he better head back in sooner rather than later. Realizing he had to take a piss, he turned to the wall, unzipped his fly and pulled out his length, breathing out as he released a stream onto the wall that he'd previously been leaning on. A few people walked by the alleyway he was standing in, one of them looking over at disgust, but the pit bull could not give any less of a rat's ass about what they thought. So long as no one called police, he'd be fine.

Hell, even if they did call police, not like he hadn't gotten away from them before.

Flicking the last of his piss from his member, he tucked himself away, zipped up, and walked out the alley.

"Got it," Vincent grunted, jerking his head at the rhino standing at the doorway. The rhino snorted and walked in as Vincent took up his spot, sighing as he propped a booted foot up against the doorway and fell back into a lean against the wall. The music inside boomed and throbbed, sending his chest into vibrations even as he watched the cars on the highway zoom by. Suddenly, a bright light flashed down the street, and Vincent turned to see a limo turning down the street. It slowly rolled down until it pulled up to where he stood, and Vincent arched an eyebrow as the driver, a donkey, stepped out, walked around, and opened up the door. A group of five women stepped out, decoratively dressed and clearly slightly intoxicated, one of them with a crown on her head.

Bachelorette party, Vincent thought to himself as the driver closed the door. The pit bull almost smirked; the donkey's body language suggested pure exhaustion. Not physical, but mental. The girls had to be rowdy. Or maybe he just hated his job.

"Can we go in?" the vixen in a crown asked, drawing Vincent's attention to her. "It's my bachelorette party, getting married tomorrow," she squeaked, holding up her hand and flashing a diamond ring on her finger.

Rich husband, the pit bull thought. "Yeah, you four can go in. You, I need ID," he said, singling out the corgi at the back of the group.

"Oh what, I'm short so I'm young is that it?" she asked, eyebrows arching. The other girls glanced at one another, not quite sure how to handle the situation.

"Jessie it's ok, just show him your ID and we can go in," a doe muttered, her big ears twitching nervously as the corgi swore and reached into the bosom of her dress to pull out a card, flicking it out for the pit bull.

"Happy?" she asked with a scowl. Vincent smirked.

"Could be happier. Enjoy your evening in Grivois, ladies," he told them, stepping aside and opening the door. "Don't forget to pay the entrance fee," he reminded them, the corgi's face flushed as he eyed her chest, but she stuffed away her card and the five walked in, their conversation picking up again as they passed through the doorway. A peel of laughter erupted from them just as he closed the door, and he smirked as it shut behind him.

"Mind if I smoke?" the donkey asked Vincent, almost looking desperate.

"Me? Not at all. Law might," Vincent said, the donkey swearing. "Park the limo and come take a smoke in the alley, we all do it. No one'll give a shit," the pit bull said, and the donkey nodded before hopping into his limo, revving it up and driving off to find parking.

The door opened suddenly and a stallion stepped out. "Hey."

"Sup," Vincent asked, eyeing the stallion as he held up two twenties.

"Need you to run to the store and get a salad and a bottled water," the horse told him as Vincent pocketed the cash. "Get yourself something if you'd like too, on him."

"Him who?"

"Jack."

"Oh go figure," Vincent laughed, the stallion chortling with him as he pat him on the back.

"Oh hey also!" the stallion called before Vincent got too far, the pit bull spinning about and walking backwards slowly as he waited. "You mind working the inside when you come back? I need some air."

"Sure," Vincent said, waving off the stallion before turning back around and walking down the street towards a convenience store nearby. The streets were dotted by the occasional groups of peoples walking around, enjoying their evening. Vincent pulled the door open and stepped inside, the fennec behind the counter perking up and smiling as he did.

"Misa' il khayr, Vincent!" the fennec chirped, tail flicking as Vincent smiled back at him ever so slightly.

"Misa' in noor, Amon, how's your night been?" the pit bull asked as he walked over to the cold section, pulling out a chicken salad and a water before walking over to the snack section for himself.

"Pretty good, actually. Haven't had to call the cops," the fennec joked, Vincent snorting with soft laughter at the little inside joke between them. This part of town was a bit upscale; police weren't called to the area very often.

And yet just down the street was a rather large and successful strip club. What a city.

"How're classes going?" Vincent asked, grabbing a couple jerkies and a candy bar for himself before strolling up to the counter.

"Great! I managed to turn my C in American Literature into a B+," the fennec said with a slight squeak, his hand brushing against the canine's as he grabbed the items. "Speaking English is fine but reading classic literature is...time-heavy."

"Time-consuming," Vincent told the fennec, who nodded and flushed as he rang up the items. "But I'm glad you're doing well. Honestly you speak English just fine, very slight accent."

"Th-thank you," Amon said, his right ear flicking several times as he rang up the items. "Seven-seventy-nine."

"For all this?" Vincent asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Employee discount," Amon muttered. "For...being a good person."

Vincent snorted as he pulled out a twenty. "I wouldn't say that."

"I would," Amon countered, opening the register and quickly counting out the change, gently placing it into the pit bull's hands before pulling out a plastic bag to set the canine's items in. "Being a good person isn't giving compliments to others all the time and saying 'please' and 'thank you', it's more than that."

"I'll have to take your word for it," Vincent said, pocketing the change and picking up the bag. "Take care of yourself, Amon."

"And you as well," the fennec replied, Vincent giving him one last smile before walking to the door. "Ti?ba? 'ala khayr!"

"Winta min ahla," Vincent said in response, using his back to push open the door as the fennec nearly fell over the counter watching him leave. The pit bull reached into his bag and pulled out a jerky stick, tearing it open with his teeth and munching on it as he walked down the street back towards Grivois.

"How's Amon?" the stallion asked with a smirk as Vincent walked up to the club.

"Go fuck yourself," the pit bull said, pulling open the door. "Got any friends? Fuck them too."

The stallion's laughter echoed in Vincent's ears as he walked down the hallway, nodding at the red panda behind the entry-way as he strolled through the second set of doors and into the club proper, the rhino quickly glancing to check and see who it was before noting it was Vincent and going back to his daydreaming.

Grivois was a very unique strip club, Vincent thought to himself. He'd worked alternatively as a soldier, a bouncer and a bodyguard, and had never been to a place quite like this one. Where most strip clubs focused on one set of clientele (straight men, gay men, women, etc.), Grivois went for the shotgun approach by hiring strippers of all kinds to work the floors and dance to the beat. Busty women, flat women, muscular men, feminine guys, the makeup of the workers within Grivois was an astounding feet. A place like this could only ever exist in a town like Las Luces, Vincent concluded.

The establishment was one huge room that had hallways leading off to the private rooms. Near the far side, away from the entrance, was a staircase that lead to the second floor. It wasn't much of a floor as much as it was a place for the owner, Madame Harlan, to watch the dancers, the crowd and to run both her businesses. Stripping she could handle easily, her dominatrix clients, however, sometimes enjoyed anonymity. He glanced up and saw the tigress looking down at him, her amber eyes glinting in the light as she raised a martini in his direction. He nodded back politely as he turned to head backstage.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod thank you so much!" Jack squealed, giving Vincent a quick hug as the pit bull stepped behind the curtains and into the backstage where all the dancers prepped themselves. "I entirely spaced on packing something for me to eat."

"Got you a chicken salad and a water," Vincent told the pony (definitely not a stallion like the other bouncer here) as he pulled out the change. "Your change."

"Keep it," Jack said with an easy smile. "As a thanks," he finished, taking his stuff and sitting down at his dresser to eat. "So, how's Amon?" the pony asked with a smirk as Vincent sighed and rolled his eyes.

"No."

"Oh come on, Vincent, stop leading the poor boy on! Just ask him out or tell him you're not interested."

"I'm not interested in some 18 year old college student chasing after a dog nearly twice his age," Vincent muttered, looking very much tired of this subject of conversation.

"If you weren't interested you wouldn't have learned Arabic," Jack countered, stabbing at the lettuce.

"What're we talking about?" a poodle asked, taking a seat next to Jack.

"Nothing," Vincent quickly said.

"Amon," Jack corrected, the poodle lighting up.

"Oh he is such a sweetheart! Vincent if you don't ask him out...!" the poodle said, scowling at the pit bull as he threw his arms up in the air.

"Fuck me why is everyone on my ass about this?!" he demanded.

"Because that boy has been eyeing you since he got hired and anytime any of us go to that store he asks how you are," Jack said, swallowing a bit of his salad. "That lil fox is dying for your attention and you keep leading him on!"

"I do not..."

"You can literally converse in basic Arabic with him," Jack said in a very deadpan expression. "Fucking. Arabic."

"What's Arabic for 'plow that little fennec's ass'?" the poodle whispered, Jack and her breaking out into vicious giggles.

"I'm not asking out a college student with his whole life ahead of him. He can find someone at your god damned school," the pit bull growled, gesturing at the pony currently stripping his way through college.

"Maybe. Or maybe he could get some hot tutoring from a hunky pit bull with a no-nonsense attitude!" Jack said, his voice raising as Vincent walked off, middle finger proudly standing in the air as he left.

"Oh fuck!" a voice squeaked as something bumped into the canine, and he looked down to see a familiar busty corgi standing there, looking up at him after accidentally bumping into him. "Aren't you supposed to be outside?"

"Aren't you supposed to be with your friends?" Vincent asked coolly, grinning as the corgi flushed.

"Bathroom break," she shot back, arms crossed under her chest to push it up.

"Going or coming back?"

"Coming back."

"Then you're heading way the wrong way," he said, chortling as she flushed.

"You're kind of an asshole," she said.

"Well..." he mumbled, as if savoring that opinion. "To be fair, I wasn't poking fun of you when I asked for your ID."

"Oh?" she asked, eyebrow arched.

"No offense, but you look much younger than 27," he said. He smirked. "And you're pretty hot."

The wind left her as she exhaled, face flushed again. "Well...whatever."

"Gotta say, now I'm wondering what you look like naked," he said. He knew he was pushing it just a bit, flirting with customers while on the job was against Madame Harlan's rules of conduct, and if the corgi went off and told her, he'd be without a job.

Hell, live and let live. At least he wouldn't have to hear shit about Amon every night.

"Too bad you can't find out," the corgi shot back, a small smirk playing to her mouth.

"Oh there's a spot we can find out," he told her. "Just have to be quick about it."

She bit her lower lip, and he felt himself twitch in his pants. "Let's hurry then," she whispered, and he grinned before taking her hand and leading her off to the side. The side-door exit to the back alley popped open when he pushed it, and he quickly shoved a brick used for such an occasion in between the door and the frame before turning the corgi to him, bending down and shoving his tongue into her mouth.

The corgi moaned into his kiss as her hands explored his heavily muscled body, squeezing occasionally as his hands slid up and pulled her straps away, her breasts falling out of her dress as they made out.

"Like I said, hurry," he growled softly, unzipping his pants and pulling his length out. Her fingers gently wrapped around it, unable to fully meet one another as it quickly grew to full size. Brushing her hair out of her face, the corgi bent over and took him into her mouth, quickly bobbing up and down on his length as she fished his balls out of his pants to let them dangle below his length as she suckled on him.

"You safe?" he asked, and she nodded around his length before he gently guided her off. "Turn around," he told her, the corgi spinning about and spreading her legs as she leaned against the wall in front of her. Vincent stepped up behind her, pulling down her thong and lining himself up with her slit before gently pushing in, the two canines hissing as pleasure shot through their systems.

The pit bull took little time in letting the corgi adjust, grabbing her hips and settling into a very quick tempo of powerful thrusts that had her shaking and quivering, her tits bouncing as he fucked her from behind in an alleyway of a strip club. Her whimpers echoed down the empty alley as his nuts slapped against her groin. The pit bull quickened his pace, rushing to an orgasm he desperately needed to get him through the night. Her cries picked up and that pushed him to the edge, the pit bull's teeth gritting as he slammed into her, his cock pulsing and spasming as he unloaded himself into her. She whimpered and cried out against the wall, quivering and shaking even as he huffed and breathed heavily to catch his breath.

"Thanks," he said to her, the corgi nodding as she looked back and grinned. He gingerly removed himself from her, his cum spilling out of her snatch and onto the floor below as he let his meat dangle there, the pit bull basking in the afterglow.

"That was fun," the corgi said, pulling her underwear up before fixing her dress. She turned to the pit bull, walked up and kissed him on the cheek. "If you ever wanna do that again..."

"You know where to find me," he said with a smirk, the corgi blushing as she turned and walked into the doorway. Vincent sighed heavily, stretching out when the door opened again, a certain pony stepping out.

"Woahly shit!" Jack squeaked, eyes fixated on Vincent's dangling dick. "That thing could split a Pepsi can!"

"Do you mind?" Vincent growled, tucking himself back into his underwear.

"Not at all, especially now that you're gonna ask Amon out," Jack said with a wicked grin, Vincent's eyes narrowing.

"I said..."

"Yeah yeah yeah, but then you came out here and fucked some random girl so like, doesn't matter," Jack said with a laugh. "You ask Amon out or I'll be forced to tell the Madame about what one of her bouncers are doing."

Vincent's stomach leapt into his throat. "You wouldn't."

"Oh I would," Jack promised with a nod. "So now you're gonna take Amon out on a date and show him a good time. Or else."

"If you ever fucking ask for something from the store again," Vincent snarled, zipping up his pants and stomping closer to tower over the much shorter and very much curvier pony, who only grinned up at the seething canine.

"I'm sure it'll take longer than usual," Jack said, patting Vincent's chiseled chest. "What with having to stop and plow Amon," he laughed, turning and heading back inside as the pit bull sighed and looked up at the night sky.

"Fuck me."