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"I thought that escort services only sent women."

I sighed inwardly. "They do. I am just here to prepare the stage for the missus later. She is a little late so just tell me what you would tell her and I will make sure that she is all right."

The bear in front of me visibly relaxed as if someone had dropped a boulder right off each shoulder. "Ah all right. You had me there for a moment." Grinning broadly he punched me lightly in the shoulder. "Good one. Almost thought you were one of those freaky backloaders."

Someone might call me cowardly for lying to the poor guy but to be honest, I was getting paid doing pleasure, not arguing with idiots. And discussing with him would just ruin both our days. His because he would face a truth that he probably was running away from like a scary childhood monster and mine because it would end in pointing and name calling. Sure, sometimes it was fun to watch the 'straight as an arrow' guys go through great pains to protect their backsides from guys like me, but sometimes I was just not in the mood. "So, what's it going to be? All I know so far is that there is supposed to be a blow job."

"Uh yeah. The girl's target is going to be one of the magicians. They work as a trio as you probably know already and today is one of the guy's birthday. His name is Frank but you probably know him under his stage name, The amazing Jasini."

Nope, never heard of that guy. I was not a particular fan of magic tricks since I found out that it was all smoke and mirrors and misdirection. Never have bothered so see a magician ever since. I had looked up some photos to know for sure who to blow off and not accidentally do the wrong guy in a team of three. The only thing I knew was that the guy was the cat in the box. The one who was small and slender and therefore capable of doing the jobs that were usually covered by beautiful assistants. With the difference that as a guy, he had bigger responsibilities than just look pretty. However I knew an opportunity when to nod enthusiastically, so I did. It would be the first time that I worked a feline so we would both be in for a surprise.

"Yeah, thought so. There are few people who don't know about him. He is one of the really big ones."

Hoping that he did not do things with large dangerous animals, I trotted after the stage hand bear as he shambled across the back part of the stage. He stopped in front of a rather solid looking wooden box painted sleek black and deep sea blue. "So, the girl is supposed to be inside here", he sad, leaning his massive bulk on the construction with an air of relaxed confidence. "He is going to perform several slight of hand tricks, standing right in front of this thing. It's going to be used as a table. The girl is supposed to sit in here. There is a hidden compartment just big enough for a slender person to squeeze in and stay there for a reasonable amount of time." He tapped the shiny surface with one long clawed finger, triggering a hidden mechanism gods knew how. "So how does she look?"

"Hm?" I looked up at him, catching myself just in time. Like usual, I rattled off a description with a few exaggerations to make the plain folk happy. "Oh she is... phew." I blew off some air, waving my hand close to my neck, fanning myself. "She is something. Rust colored fur, large golden eyes, slender neck..."

The bear grunted in pleasure as his imagination ran wild, completely oblivious to the fact that he had a fox with similar traits right in front of him. Minus the exaggerations. "Mmh big tits?"

"Very", I answered, nodding as if confiding a secret. "You like em big?"

"Ah the bigger the better", the bear confessed. "It's a shame that I won't see her." He clucked his tongue and shook his head.

"So, she is supposed to sit in here?", I asked pointedly, drawing the guy back to the here and now. "How exactly?"

"Well the most comfortable is cross-legged, I was told. I have never tried. Big guys like me don't do well in small spaces. Except of course if it is tight and wet huh?" The punch in the rib cages came as predictably as the Amen in church. I chuckled, made a fist and punched his upper arm in the most macho like fashion I could muster, nodding along and pointing at him. Gods, I hate macho shit.

"Hah, yeah", he chuckled and looked back down at the box as if noticing it for the first time. "So uh, Frank is supposed to stand here, doing magic tricks like this. The box will cover him up to the waist, so no one is going to notice someone unzipping him and giving him a good time. But it is important that the girl will be quiet to not mess up the show or cause a scandal." He eyed me wearily. "She is going to be discreet, right?"

"Hey, you hired Phoenix-Fire for discreet entertainment and that is what is going to be delivered. We handle the most delicate customers and their needs. If we were not discreet, we would not be where we are right now." I meant it. Phoenix-Fire did not exist on any phone books or internet sites. It was almost like the Mafia. If you wanted service, you called a number, put down an offer and a job idea and if you were lucky, you would be called back. Anyone who managed to get a job at this company, would rather give an arm or a leg than betraying them because they paid so well. Me included.

"Okay. Just out of curiosity, what is her name?"

"Uh, Monique. The girls have stage names just like your guys here. This one goes by that name."

"Mmh sounds french." Once again he drifted off, lost in some daydream of his own.

"The gig", I insisted, tapping the box with a clawed finger. "She will sit here and then?"

"Well she can wait behind the curtain over there. Just before this thing gets out, she is supposed to get in and close the latch. There is a hidden switch on the inside, just down there. See? It works like this and is invisible from the outside but you can't miss it from the inside. There is a faint dot of fluorescent paint that will mark it once the box is closed. It is invisible in the glaring light of the stage but it will be enough in the full darkness."

"Okay. I will just try it out so I can explain her later, all right?"

"Sure."

The bear in the black overall stepped back while I shed my leather jacket and small rucksack on the ground. The inside of the box looked cramped and proved to be even worse once I folded my form inside. Thank the gods for the fact that I myself was medium sized and slender or I would have had serious problems. Sitting criss-crossed would indeed be the most comfortable position if I had to wait long but it would be next to impossible to deliver the blow job like this so I shifted around a little until I managed something that would suit the needs better. The bear had been right about the hidden switch. Once my eyes had adjusted to the twilight inside, there was the tiniest spot of neon yellow, just barely visible in the material above my head. A small decoration in the wood hid it perfectly from the front and it moved without even the faintest amount of sound.

Absolute darkness enveloped me and for a split second the walls around me seemed constricting. Then I realized that the air inside the box was warm, but not stale. A small ventilator blew in air the second the hidden door was closed, providing me with oxygen from the outside.

"How's it in there buddy?"

The voice of the bear sounded a little muffled and distorted, but it was all right. Like standing around a corner while someone was speaking, facing away from said corner. A little unusual, but again not constricting. Good. That was very reassuring.

I flipped the switch a few times, marveling at the smoothness with which the door worked. Maybe dear old Frank would notice a small gust of wind when he was standing right in front of it, maybe not.

I climbed out of the box again and dusted myself off out of habit. "So it's going to happen during the show, right?"

"Yes. It's a bit of a prank from the other two because it's not only a birthday with a zero, but also the fact that these guys have been together for twenty-five years now. They wanted to celebrate with a bang, so to say. Frank thinks that he will be pulling off a card trick at the end of the show but I am sure that the girl is going to have him distracted from that."

"I'm sure she is going to give her best", I answered mechanically while inspecting the box from the outside. There was no way to tell that there was anything funny about this box at all. "Say, how does the box open from the outside?" I waited but when no answer was forthcoming, I looked up. My eyebrows shot up when I saw the twinkling eyes of the bear in front of me.

"First tell me a little more about her. How does she look?"

Stifling another sigh, I rattled off my usual description. Again. But with a few more details this time. Massive tits, hourglass figure, large golden eyes, legs up to the neck and overall a body to kill for.

The bear grinned, obviously pleased with his imaginary picture of my other side. "Press the blue corner over here", he said before sauntering off the stage.

The show started with almost dumbfounding precision. There was a gigantic watch hanging on the backstage, mercilessly slicing time not only into seconds, but also into milliseconds. It made sense, come to think of it. In a business where everything could topple over with one case of wrong timing, it was probably the most important piece of equipment the show owned.

A dance of epic proportions took place behind the stage. People with headphones and clipboards were prancing around, directing the "Blacks" as the stage hands were apparently called because of their all black clothes. Switches and well oiled mechanisms were pushed and prodded, gliding soundlessly into place. The few noises they were doing were effortlessly covered by the waves of applause or a little bit of music that was sounding from the stage.

This was absolutely mind-blowing. At least sixty people were at work, doing their best to pulling strings behind the scenes so three people could shine in their skimpy suits in the glaring lamp lights. I must confess that I had never thought about that. No matter what the "wizards" did on stage, it was probably not comparable to the amazing things they pulled off here.

"Eduardo."

I flinched as I heard my work name whispered close to my ear and turned round to see Melanie smiling at me while covering her microphone. "The box will be on stage in two minutes. You better get in there now."

She accompanied me to the box and dutifully pressed the switch as I squatted down and folded myself into the box. It was a bit more comfortable now that I had switched my tough jeans and t-shirt to an all black spandex suit as demanded by the customer. It felt a little strange on fur, but paid requests are paid requests if they are reasonable, so I had obliged.

Melanie kept the door open till about ten seconds before I was rolled on stage by two Blacks who would apparently hand the box over to the magician without being seen.

The box rattled quietly as it rolled on rubber wheels on the stage where it came to a halt. I was twirled round two times like they had told me before I came to rest. Quietly counting to ten, I pressed the switch to open the hidden door, begging that he had placed the crate facing _him_and not the audience. Glaring stage light fell past me, throwing the pale, almost invisible shadow of a cat in a suit on the sleek black floor. If the magician had noticed the gust of air playing with his trouser legs, he was ignoring it like a professional. Well, there would not be much chance of him ignoring me in just about a second or two.

Gently as not to startle him, I pressed my hand lightly against his crotch. There was a muffled slam from over my head as if he had hastily grabbed hold on the wood. His crotch moved slightly backward as if he was glancing down and noticing my black furred hand around his precious bits. Then he moved forward again, probably sweating and hoping that I was not some crazy ax murderer about to slice off his crown jewels.

Smiling broadly, I unzipped him with a flash and moved the cloth behind his ash colored furry sack. My fingers wandered gently along his balls, squeezing and playing with them while my other hand wandered up and down his furry sheath. His fur was ever so soft, almost like velvet and the musky scent of his beginning arousal was sweet in my nostrils. Opening wide, I stuck out my tongue and wrapped it gently around his balls back to front, giving him one large lick like a comic dog.

Coins chinked against wood, followed by a scraping sound as if a hand was pressing them down. A collective "Ouh!" was heard from the audience as the magician gathered his coins back into his hands with shaking fingers.

Hidden from view I continued my work, dragging his balls into my mouth and letting him feel my pointy teeth before releasing them again. I repeated the motion, this time trapping them ever so slightly between my teeth and sucking at them before releasing them out of my mouth with a soft pop. As per instruction, I wrapped my hands around my mouth to not give the game away through any vulgar noises.

Slowly I worked my way up his sheath, tracing my tongue over it to the tip where his barbed cock was already poking out. My tongue wrapped itself around it, feeling the hard backward pointing barbs on the surface of his cone shaped dick. They scraped my tongue just enough to know that it would be quite a ride to feel them inside me anywhere else. It was not painful but it caused a lot of friction. Probably would, even through a thick layer of lube. I slathered him in spit while I worked my way up to the tip, the only part which was barb-free for about an inch of the actual length. A perfect place to wrap my lips around and suckle. First gently, then harder while my hands were sternly working on his balls and shaft. Every now and then the magician moved back and forth as if he was waving his arms about. It seemed that he was determined to keep his show going, no matter how good a distraction I was. Well, we'll see about that.

My hands squeezed down on his balls, applying pressure while my head was rapidly bobbing up and down his dick, ignoring the scraping feeling of his barbs along my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Then I paused, sucking as if trying to get a piece of banana through a straw.

Something rained down on the wood overhead, sounding like heavy drops of water splattering against asphalt. There was a strained gasp so quiet that I would probably have missed it if I hadn't been so close to him. Trying my best to suppress another grin, I snaked my hand behind his balls and started massaging his prostate from the outside with gentle pressure. I let go of his dick and wrapped my lips around his balls again, sucking them into my mouth one after the other and releasing them as quietly as possible. When I came back to his dick, I tasted the salty aroma of precum that was running in small droplets down his erect tool. It got caught in between the barbs and made for an interesting chase to gather it all up in my mouth. I felt him flinch ever so slightly as I placed my pointy teeth against the skin of his dick, nibbling and licking in rapid change. When I went back to the tip, he was shaking a little, his dick bobbing up and down with pent up need.

To tease him, I grabbed his dick and played with the small slit, digging my tongue into it as much as possible before going jackhammer on him. Head bobbing rapidly, I did my best to tongue-fuck his brains out. My tongue was quickly complaining from the barbs but it didn't matter. Within seconds I felt him tense up and I slammed my head forward, nose bumping into his crotch. He came almost soundlessly, blasting a thin stream of cum into the back of my throat. I swallowed, taking care to press his tip against the roof of my mouth and deep-throating him while he was still coming until he was finished.

When I finally released him, there was an odd motion vibrating through his body and it took me a second to notice that he had started purring. I licked him clean and gave him a quick peck on his sheath before I wrapped him back up.

Just as I was retreating, a shower of cards hit the ground and a face appeared in front of the box. Knowing the need for discretion, I flipped the switch before he would be able to make out my form in the darkness of the crate. The very second before the hidden door closed, I saw a gentle face marveling at me with an almost comical expression of wonder. Blue eyes blinded by stage light were trying to make out my features but were abruptly cut off when the panel slid back into place.

The crate moved silently over the stage, shoving me off like a prop.

A person who was not professionally doing what I did might get offended at being treated like a sex toy, to be shoved away after the service. But that is wrong. We do service like a doctor and just because you have done your thing and are currently not needed, it does not mean that people are not grateful or happy to see you again another time.

So I hopped out of the box as soon as Melanie pressed the button to open the panel only to be startled by the fact that she held out a black towel and a glass of water.

"Thanks", I managed and wiped myself just to make sure that there were no telltale signs of my work left on me before I gushed down the water, rinsing off the salty, musky aftertaste. "And thanks for the water."

"No problem", she smiled and held out my bag for me. "Here is your stuff. There are washrooms here, if you like."

"Sure, that would be great."

The water was hot and scalding, just enough to loosen my cramped muscles and I relished it like an elixir of life. When I stepped back out, people were singing Happy Birthday somewhere behind the stage.

Grinning, I turned and marched in the opposite direction, waking my phone from its plane mode induced slumber and typed a message to Seline, my manager, telling her that I had completed the gig. It beeped when I was on the train in the subway, informing me that I had just made a little over two grand with my mouth. Nice. It also informed me that my next customer was already asking for me. One of my regulars: Neil, the head of a metal band who had somehow managed to become extremely popular among teenagers, to their own surprise. Idols that were almost religiously worshiped and who of course, were not openly homosexual. Fine, I would change trains along the way.