Pay the Bills #1: The New Applicants
Pay the Bills #1: The New Applicants
"Now, you two are the last for today," the chubby elephant said to the fox and otter standing in front of him, "first, why do you want to work at the Harder than a Rock Cafe?"
The fox shifted from foot to foot. "Um, I'm in college, and I need to pay the rent..."
"Good enough. You, otter!"
"I'm saving up to buy a new computer," the otter said, looking at the floor.
"Next: orientation?"
"Straight," the fox said.
"Straight," the otter echoed, almost a whisper.
"You're straight, fox?" the elephant asked, "you look pretty effeminate to me!"
"I-I know, sir, it's-"
"None of that sir crap," the elephant shook his head, "just call me Barry."
"Okay, Barry, I know I'm a femboi," the fox said, looking down at his tight shirt and way too tight jean shorts, "and I wore this today, so you'd see that I've got that look, I can...look like this, kinda..."
"I get it," Barry said, "now otter, undress the fox.
The two flinched. "What?" they said in unison.
"Otter, undress the fox," the elephant repeated, "do it sexily. Turn me on."
Shaking, the otter turned to face the fox, and leaned in close. "I-I'm sorry, I've n-never done this b-before with a-a-a...guy..." he said apologetically, reaching down to the bottom of the fox's undersized shirt, thumbs rubbing across the small bit of exposed gut there.
"Neither have I," the fox whispered back, chuckling, "and watch out, I'm ticklish!"
"Maybe he'll like that," the otter whispered, growing more confident. He pushed his paws up underneath the fox's tight purple shirt, rubbing over his belly and chest. The fox started to sigh in spite of himself-it had been so long since he'd been touched like this, so sensually...
The otter pulled his paws out and grabbed onto the bottom of the fox's shirt, peeling it up and over the slender fox's head. Then he tossed the shirt to the side and began running his paws over the fox's exposed body, sliding his fingers through that soft and cream-coloured belly fur. The fox moaned and leaned into the otter's movements, and then the otter slid to his knees, eye-level with the fox's crotch.
"Just a trick I learned," the otter whispered, before undoing the button on the fox's jeans. He wrapped his teeth around the tab on the zipper, and pulled that down, too, before his paw slid from belly to waist and slowly pulled the fox's pants down, bringing the fox's meat out just a few inches from the otter's face, held only by the fur's boxer-briefs. "Someone's excited," the otter said quietly, his hot breath brushing against the fox's half-erect member, causing it to twitch.
"You done this before?" the fox asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" the otter grinned, and licked slowly up the front of the fox's underwear.
"Enough!" the elephant said, grinning, with a very obvious tent in his pinstripe pants, "fox, your turn. Strip down the otter, but go further. How far is up to you and how much you want the job. Go!"
The otter stood up, and the fox reached forward, undoing the top button of the otter's loose shirt. Then, his paws trembling, he moved down to the next, and the next, and so on until the otter's shirt fell open.
Further...further...the fox's mind beat itself trying to come up with something 'far'. On a whim, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the otter's waist and planting a deep kiss on the surprised fur's muzzle. His paws slid down to the otter's rump, and squeezed hard, before he slipped his paws past the otter's sweatpants and into his boxers, lightly scratching his claws through the otter's fur.
The otter, surprising both furs, wrapped his arms around the fox and returned the kiss, scratching the fox's back frantically and panting into his face as the fox slid a single finger down the otter's crack.
"Get on your knees, otter," the elephant said, "and blow the fox."
Without hesitating, or even letting the elephant finish, the otter dropped hard to his knees, wincing as his he hit the hard floor, and grabbed onto the fox's boxer-briefs, pulling them down to his knees and freeing that fox member.
The otter pushed his head forward and swallowed the fox's entire member that he was able-only about half. The fox wasn't complaining, though, as he moaned and thrust into the otter's muzzle and grabbed the fur's head.
The otter's tongue savagely attacked the fox's member's head, its rough texture sending the fox into spasms. The fox couldn't believe it-the otter was the best he'd ever had, by far! With one final thrust, the fox began to come, and the otter dutifully swallowed every drop.
"Wow," the fox muttered, swaying on his feet. He sat down, to avoid falling and hurting himself, while the otter stayed on his knees.
"Otter, get on top of him. Fox, make him come. Shouldn't take long..." the elephant stared at the tent in the otter's sweat pants, the tip already darkening wetly with pre.
The otter stripped off his pants and straddled the fox's hips just in front of his groin, pushing the fox down onto his back.
The fox reached up with one paw and began to stroke the otter's erection, marvelling at the odd feeling of pawing another male fur. The otter immediately started bucking into his paw, and the fox knew the otter would come soon.
The fox grinned mischievously as he felt the otter's member begin to throb. He aimed the cock back at its owner, pointing it at the otter's chin. With a long, loud moan, the otter began to come, shooting spooge up against his own chest. Then, he fell on top of the fox, trapping his seed between the two, panting heavily.
The elephant began to clap. "Great work, you two. You're hired. Your first shift is tonight, there're showers in the employee change rooms, try and come up with an act for this evening."
The fox grinned, even as he the thought of what he'd just done came to him. He'd gotten the job! The otter, however, was a different story: he looked at the fox, whimpered, rolled off him, stood up, and ran for the door back into the hallway, sobbing.
The fox stood up, staring after the otter concerned, as he pulled his underwear back up and grabbed his shorts.
***
"Hey," the fox said, wrapping a towel borrowed from the elephant around the nude otter's waist from behind, "what's wrong? Why'd you run out?"
"It's complicated. You wouldn't understand!" the otter sobbed as he leaned against the wall, his whole body shaking.
"Try me. Just talk to me." The fox smiled, though the otter wasn't even looking at him, "I'm a nice guy."
"You just wouldn't understand. Just leave me alone!" the otter cried, his voice breaking wretchedly with emotion.
The fox began to back away. "Name's Gabe, if you wanna talk. I live right above the convenience store across the street-I'm there all day, come and talk to me if you want."
Turning around, the fox headed for the club's employee rooms to clean himself up.