Surveillance: Nobody is Safe - Chapter One
Surveillance: Nobody is Safe
Chapter One
The Pickup
Written by Dreich Awress
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It was a very nice place. It would be easy to call it a club, or a rave, but the place had none of the sweat, the intensity, or the drug-inspired atmosphere that one of those kinds of establishments pride themselves on. Everything was clean, the lighting was dim but bright enough to see where you were going. All in all, it was more of a lounge. There was a small dance floor but it wasn't packed, and the soft, yet dancable ambient playing through the speakers wasn't the bass-heavy droning that drowns out conversation, but rather, the music was fun to dance casually to as well as to have in the background of a nice chat. Most of the people were sitting in the assorted couches scattered about the floor, drinking exotic-sounding beverages and talking to people they didn't know about things they didn't expect to reveal about themselves. Everyone was letting their guard down and enjoying themselves. All in all, an excellent place to meet new people. The crowd here was smart, not heavy intellectuals but not crazy drunk or drugged out college losers either. Just seeing the place from near the door, the pleasant atmosphere and the great mood that everyone was in, made me smile to myself.
As the soft beat of Aphex Twin's "Ageispolis" ran through the bottom of the speakers, I knew this was the place I'd been looking for.
I slowly migrated to the bar area, not too many were sitting there, and ordered myself a bellini. It had been a while since I had one and it seemed more a time for remembering pleasant experiences than getting real drunk. As the sweet strawberry taste hit my tongue, I could feel the warm glow of happy times gone by fill me up inside. The bartender asked if I was interested in the red tail special. That was my cue to state that I wasn't, but I'd like to see the menu if I could. The bartender smiled to me, and handed me a small, folded up piece of cardboard, like a business card.
I said my thanks and walked away a little, casually unfolding the card and peering at the words, "When we interrupt this program, head to the bathroom corresponding to your gender, but do not go into the bathroom itself, head through the side door. Do not go all at once, try to make it subtle."
I finished off my bellini quickly, and ordered a Tom Collins, and then sat down in a group, asking if I could sit there, I was welcomed wholeheartedly. After a couple of songs worth of lighthearted conversation, my ears perked stiffly to hear the sample across the speakers, "We interrupt this program..."
The words were a natural part of the song, but I could feel the shift in the tension in the air. It was now time to make our little escape. Waiting a good two minutes, I continued my light conversation, only to hear a soft, velvety tone from across me state, "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom." Too distracted to notice her fully before, I now looked at her with well piqued interest. A tigress, wearing a very elegant black outfit, truly the 'little black dress' of cliche. Her eyes sparkled with a sort of predatory intensity and energy that excited me, her face curling up in a smile, guessing why that statement had gotten my interest.
Though it was a mild risk, I piped up then, stating, "Ahh, now that you mention it, I should probably head in that direction myself." Her smile curled up a little more subtly, and she turned and headed to the facilities. We walked nearly side by side on the way there, and she looked to me briefly as we seperated, whispering the words, "I'll see you soon." I smiled toothily to her, as I headed into the door.
I entered the side door, as quickly as I could closing it behind me, and was immediately hit with a dusty smell, though not the moldy stench one might expect from a basement such as this one, the wood underneath my hind paw felt well treated. Though it was incredibly dark here at first, that changed quickly as a door opened, finally allowing me to see where I was going as I carefully made my way down the steep steps.
"Right this way, Mr. Kennedy," stated the chauffeur that popped his head through that door. Knowing speed to be of the essence, I quickly emerged from the building and headed into the limosine that was waiting for me there, surpassing my expectations for what I had come here for. The next thing I saw surpassed my expectations as well.
"Darius Kennedy!" a bright and cheerful female voice exclaimed as I sat down beside her in the limosine, ringing with a youthful exuberance that it had been some time since I had heard. "Wow, you must be the most famous person to show." I smiled at the compliment, and looked the figure before me over... a young cheetah, one of the rising figures in the community, wearing a pink top and a matching pink skirt, with a harem girl like fashion to it. She had many things going for her to place her in that position as well... at the tender age of nineteen, she was as young as one could ask for yet still had some experience under her belt (so to speak), she was pretty, cute, charming, and easy going. She had the naturally petite breasts that were in style at the time, a thin figure without being emaciated, she was tall, but graceful. One could tell her health by her well-formed hips and her cute bottom.
"Kitara Nyght," I said, and she giggled, not expecting me to recognize her. "You're quite the rising star yourself, you know." I could already tell by her soft but growing purr that she was excited for this, knowing it was probably the first event of this kind that she had participated in. This would be quite the debut for her, as well... placed amongst a varied collection of well-proved members of the community, she would have an opportunity to prove herself worthy of notice and attention. I slowly slipped my arm around her, feeling her soft and well-kept fur and the warmth of her body, pulling her softly against me and dipping my head down to meet her lips in a close, quick kiss, the usual greeting between people such as us. She slipped her lips over mine softly, warming them and wetting them.
"Oh, I'm just lucky," she said, modestly, wrapping her arm around me in turn, to tell me she wished to stay like this. "So, do you know what's going to happen?" she asked, her voice rising with the nervous tension in her throat. Knowing how difficult it can be to be put on the spotlight in this way, I rubbed her arm a little and spoke in a deeper, richer, more confident tone.
"I don't know the format, but from what I understand, the competition will be social," I said. With no hesitation, she moved her head across my chest and tilted it upwards, asking through her body language for another kiss. Gladly I gave her what she wanted, our lips pressing more heatedly together, the touch lingering longer and more firmly before the light smack of our departure could be heard.
"The cameras are already on us," Kitara mentioned, gesturing towards the front. I could see it now that she had pointed it out... a bit of a mirror box between the limo driver and us, which undoubtedly held within it a small camera with which to peek in on anything that might 'go down' in the limo on the way to the event. "It would be a shame not to give our faithful viewers a show, even this early on." I chuckled softly, knowing how she felt... the images going through my mind of what might go on during my first show of this type had me very excited at that time too, and the female sitting across from me was very nice about comforting me as well. The truth was, these things always got me worked up, and I was a little 'tense' as well. I defy anyone not to be.
"I completely agree with you," I said, moving my muzzle down softly to catch her lips against mine once more, but this time, soon after the warmths of our muzzles met, our mouths opened, and our tongues entwined in sweet, playful kissing, her exotic purring rising and making her mouth vibrate against mine oh so lightly. Our tongues danced and rubbed and twirled around one another's in rising, passionate lust, as our paws began to grope at one another freely, one of hers rubbing and stroking at my rapidly filling sheath through my black pants, the other undoing the dress shirt I had worn and slipping inside to explore the muscles of my chest. My own paws slipped inside her top, illiciting a playful growl from her, and causing her purr to rise a little, as I explored the soft and silky breasts, which were firm and perky, her nipples already incredibly stiff under my palms. I broke the kiss, hesitating a little to enjoy the rough texture of her tongue a moment longer, before I dipped my head to her breast, kissing around it with light, peppering pecks, her fingers running through the fur on my head, encouragingly. Before long, my teasing kisses and licks around her breast and aereola ended and I wrapped my lips around one of those hard nipples, licking it firmly in circular patterns and squeezing it softly with my lips. She let out a happy moan, her paw still pressing against my head tightly.
"I need this so badly," she let out in a raspy purring tone, which caused me to decide to test her words for myself, slipping my free paw inside her skirt to press two fingers against her mound through her cute, frilly pink panties. She let out a much louder moan this time, as a rubbed her sweet young slit from bottom to clit. Indeed, the fabric of those soft silk panties was soaked all the way through. Now she was pawing at my fly, zipping it down and working my stiffening canine erection out of it, so she could stroke my length firmly and slowly in her paw. "It's... even bigger in person," she said, panting and smiling widely, as a drop of pre slickened her paw's work a little. She undid my button as well, and began to pull my pants down as her paw did it's wonderful work across my sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me. In return, I slipped my fingers through the side of those panties and began to rub softly at her bare, wet flesh, her folds incredibly heated to the touch. She let out a loud moan, and a soft, stuttering exclamation of, "F-f-fuck!", even before I brought my wettened fingers to her clit and began to rub and stroke and squeeze playfully there. Her work on my cock with her hand stopped, as she stiffened and let out a loud cry, which surprised me... I hastened my rubbing and stroking on her stiff little nub a little more to make her climax all the better. Boy, she was sensitive. As her body shook and her tail lashed, she let out the kind of cries of pleasure that I find most satisfying to hear... the sounds of ecstacy, for the first time from someone I had barely introduced myself to.
"Ohhh fuck," it was my turn to say, as surprisingly quickly after her orgasm, I could feel her warm, wet muzzle surrounding my rock hard canine cock, and it did not take long for her to get used to my size or my taste, taking a surprising amount into her muzzle, my tip nearly nestled up against her throat, though she was not a deepthroater yet. The inches her lips could not reach, her hands were making good work on, especially my knot, which her fingertips were kneading steadily, in little swirly movements that felt divine, making my pleasure spike quickly. As her head began to bob up and down quickly on my cock, the friction around my head became unreal, it felt incredibly hot for a blowjob, especially when she began to twist her head ever so slightly as she came up, adding even more rubbing between cheek and cockhead, making the fur on the back of my neck rise uncontrollably. Then she began to purr... she had been holding it back a bit, apparently, and that deep vibration added another level to the complexity of the pleasure, rumbling suckling licking rubbing twisting stroking and swallowing. She may have been young, but she sucked cock like she'd been doing it longer than she'd been alive. I leaned back in my seat, undoing my shirt the rest of the way and discarding it, also pulling my pants off the rest of the way to rest comfortably, naked, as this pretty young thing worked my cock like it was the last on earth.
It didn't take her long to bring me to the cusp that blissful state of climax, and I panted and moaned deeply, stroking her head and neck and back softly, undoing her top as well, letting those bouncy breasts free. As pre began to dribble steadily from my tip, she knew she was bringing me to the edge, my length pulsing in her mouth heavily with my heartbeat, which was racing faster and faster, and suddenly, her paws clasped around my knot and squeezed tightly. Surprised, I let out a deep, steady howl, my body tensing and shaking, as she swallowed every last drop of my cum, that thick, salty seed spraying hard against the roof of her muzzle, she suckled sweetly like a kitten, nursing and milking my cock with rough tongue and suckling mouth, until she had sucked every last drop dry from me that she could squeeze out, prolonging my pleasure as my toes curled with the intensity of the bliss rushing through my body.
Satisfied with a job well done, and purring deeply, she gave that overstimulated head one last lick, and then licked her lips of what little of my fluid managed to leak out of her mouth. I looked down at her with a very well pleasured expression, and was going to say some words of happiness and praise, but those thoughts were quickly interrupted as she turned tail, putting her paws on the door, arching her back firmly, pressing her breasts up against the cold tinted glass of the window, and curled her tail against her side tightly, mrowling a loud cry, her soaked, puffy pink folds staring me right in the face. I didn't waste any time, I knew she didn't want to be teased, so I slipped forward in my seat, getting up on my knees, and curling the base end of her tail lightly in my paw, and her hip in the other, I moved into a comfortable position behind her as she watched me, looking backwards.
"Ahnnnngh!" she yelled out in her sweet young voice as I swiftly filled her as deeply as she could take with one smooth, solid movement of my hips, sinking my rigid length inside those beautiful needy lips. "F-fuck! Yes!" she cried, and I knew from my study of feline anatomy that she was enjoying my size... even among this community, I was well endowed, and kitties do love to feel full. She was incredibly tight, especially for them, she hadn't been working long, it was very refreshing to feel such hugging tightness around him, driving me to fuck the eager young thing. I shifted up, aiming my cock down towards her belly so she could feel it nestled up against her g-spot as I began to piston my hips back and forth, the intense feeling of her slick tunnel clenching and suckling on my cock incredible. I moaned deeply and loudly as that amazing friction started up with my movements, and I could tell this young woman had it in her to take me to the edge quick like this, too, but this time I wanted to make it last longer, I wanted to make her cum much harder. She moaned and writhed underneath me as my powerful maleness drove deep inside her, making her squirm and shake with her pleasure, her raspy purring so loud the driver could probably hear it. I could tell I was reaching her g-spot nicely, as her fluids flowed out of her quickly and began to wet our thighs.
As soon as I could tell she was on the edge, I took those two soaked fingers that had been doing the same not too long ago, and began to stroke and rub her clit quickly. That sent her over right away, and she let out a loud, feral, feline roar, as her tunnel came alive around my length, ripples of muscular action milking my cock, trying to make me cum... but I held her still, not wanting to go over the edge just yet, slowly fucking her still but letting her cum, my fingers rubbing that sweet nub quickly. As soon as she was done, I gave her a few seconds, and then I started up again, my hips pumping even faster and harder to fuck her now super sensitive pussy even more intensely than before. Her legs hooked around my waist as I picked her up by the waist with my paws, swinging her in front of me a little as each thrust sent direct friction against her g-spot now. Rubbing her clit was no longer needed, as her paws clung tightly to the door, and she screamed and moaned, and shouted my name, as I fucked her inside the moving limo.
She came once again pressed up against that door, and I let go of one side of her so I could rub her clit to intensify it, and she shook and shivered in my paws wildly, the claws finally coming out and scratching up the expensive leather lining of the door. After that, though, she pushed me back and straddled my lap, and began to bounce on top of my cock. I thought it was difficult holding myself back before, but now she controlled the pace, and wasn't willing to change it for a second. I grabbed onto her hips tight and pushed my pelvis up towards her as she came down, her incredible sense of rhythm able to make a ridiculously fast pace. I had to bring my fingers to her clit again, to make sure I didn't cum first, but it didn't take long for her to reach climax again, and without stopping, she roared, her tunnel milking and clenching my cock hard, and her tail wrapped around my knot, squeezing it hard even though it wouldn't fit inside her. That was all I could take, so I bucked my hips quickly inside her and let out another loud moaning howl of pleasure, as I sprayed my cum deep inside her, coating the entrance to her womb with thick, potent seed.
It took a little while for either of us to calm down after that intense fuck, but after some deep breaths, we kissed deeply for a minute, before she licked my nose cutely, and slipped my cock out of her tight little pussy so she could go put her clothes back on.
"Mmm, thanks Darius," she said to me in a rich, lusty tone, "I was all worked up."
"I could tell," I said, chuckling softly as I cleaned off my cock and started to put my pants back on. "You... are an amazing cock sucker. I gotta say, you should enter a competition for /that/." She laughed and blushed, cutely.
"It's nothing, really..." she said, as she adjusted her top. "So, umm... what show do you think we're playing?"
I chuckled and shook my head.
"Which one do you think?" I asked, smiling.
"You... you don't mean..." she started, shocked.
"I'm here, so that means it's something good, right? But here's what clenches it. Guess who I saw at the lounge?"
"Who?"
"Carla Winters," I said. Kitara's jaw dropped.
"She's retired, though!" she exclaimed.
"She retired because she divorced the head of Furotica Films. Now it's under new ownership, so I guess she's back in the business... and making her debut now," I explained calmly.
"Then it has to be..." she said quietly. Then, suddenly she got a look of seriousness about her. "Alliance?"
"What?" I asked, surprised.
"Alliance, you and me. Straight until the end," she said. "Carla Winters is the original winner of this game. She's cutthroat, she's a master strategist. We won't beat her unless we work together."
I paused, thoughtfully. Kitara, who had never played the game before. I had actually been hoping that I would be able to form an alliance with Carla, as she seemed to like me in the lounge, but this young woman... she was fun to be around, and she gave me energy, and there was no chance she would survive in this game without me.
"Alright, alliance," I said.
"YES!" she exclaimed, and she hugged me tight.
What she didn't know, is that in the back of my mind, I always knew I'd betray her if it helped me in the game to do so.
The winner of this game wins a prize that any man would punch his own mother in the face for. None of it is personal... but you quickly learn that in the game, it's cutthroat or have your throat cut.
"We don't even know that it's that game. Maybe it'll be a new one," I said.
The limo came to a halt, and the driver knocked on the window. We turned the window down, and he informed us that we had arrived.
He didn't tell us, but in my heart, I knew what we were here for.
We were here to play Surveillance.
And in Surveillance, Nobody is Safe.