Pay the Bills #2: On-Site Training
Pay the Bills #2: On-Site Training
Gabe was nervous. It was his first night at the club, now, and he hadn't seen the otter all day, making it impossible to follow Barry's wishes and develop some sort of act. Also, the fox had no idea what to do for an act.
"Hey," a voice said, "you all right?"
A black horse dressed in nothing but tight shorts sat down next to Gabe, setting a paw on his shoulder. "First night, I guess?"
"Yeah," Gabe said, "I was told I'm working with the otter who was in the interview same time as me, but...haven't seen him all day. He ran off crying after being told he got the job."
"That's too bad. Maybe he was ashamed of being gay?"
"Said he was straight."
"Still in the closet, maybe. Some guys that come here and apply are like that--they identify as straight, and say that this is just a job...and then they break down when they realize they just want the sex. If the otter shows up later, then we know he's fine. If he doesn't, just stay backstage and talk to the boss later."
"Okay."
"Tell me, fox, how much experience do you have?" the horse asked, moving his paw to the fox's jeans-clad leg, "because if you need more, I can help you..." he started to rub his paw up and down the fox's leg, and Gabe slid to the far end of the bench.
"That's quite all right," he said nervously, "I'll...be fine..."
"Experience is valuable in this job," the horse said, "my name's Devon, I'm just about always free if you want to try anything before you do it on stage, or just need to know anything. You've sucked guys off before, right?"
Gabe shook his head.
"What? Guess you just like it in the rump, then?"
"No. I'm...straight, I guess. I've pawed a few guys in my time, but...other than that, all chicks..."
The horse laughed and slid along the bench to the fox, throwing an arm over the lithe fur's shoulders. "Then, if I may ask, my nameless friend--why get a job here?"
Gabe shrugged. "I have a few gay friends, and they always tell me how I'd be able to get anything I wanted if I switched teams." He let out a nervous little laugh, "a week ago, they took me to a dance club, didn't tell me it was a gay club. Got hit on a lot, someone mentioned that I should check out this place if I wanted something hot, heard a rumour they were hiring..." he shrugged. "Have to get through college somehow, and my parents don't have a lot of money."
The horse laughed, hugging the fox tighter and setting his free paw on Gabe's knee. "Are you sure you wanna be here if you're straight? A feminine little thing like you is probably gonna be subby whenever you're onstage. And you'll need practice if you wanna do good..."
"Stop pushing it," Gabe warned, "I'm not putting some huge stallion cock in me for my first time."
The horse laughed. "Not with me! Maybe after you've had some practice, but no, I was thinking of a buddy of mine. Hey, Shawn!"
From the crowd of scantily-clad furs around them, a tiger emerged, dressed in street clothes still. "Yeah?" he asked.
"My friend here is new," the horse said, poking Gabe in the chest, "and he doesn't have a lot of experience. You mind showing him the ropes?"
"Hey!" Gabe protested, "I'm not having sex with some tiger I don't even know!"
"I'm Shawn," the tiger said, extending a paw to the fox, "I've worked here for eleven years; right since this place opened. Fucked more furs than I could ever hope to count, but still clean of disease. Now we're introduced, let's head to my apartment and yiff."
"What?" Gabe stood up, pushing the tiger away, "you guys are crazy. You just want take me out of here and fuck me!"
"No, I'm honestly in charge of training new guys here, foxy. My apartment's upstairs--Barry's fine with me taking guys up there if they're new. Trust me, a little experience goes a long way here--it's the hardcore stuff that gets you tips. You need to take your life experiences onstage with you, and nobody wants to see you and your best friend piss-drunk and pawing each other while you watch cheap porn, you know?"
The fox blushed. "Well, technically we were sober, but..."
"So, you want in?" the tiger leaned in and planted a light kiss on the side of Gabe's muzzle, "you'll get paid standard on-stage rate for an hour, even if we're only gone five minutes. Plus, it'll feel good for you; I promise. So, you wanna?"
"I...guess so..." Gabe said hesitantly.
"We can just start with pawing, and see where we go from there," the tiger said, leading the fox out of the dressing room and through a door marked private. The two walked through a hallway towards a set of stairs winding their way into the sky, and then Shawn opened a door, leading the fox into a massive room.
"Welcome, foxy, to my palace of porn, my abode of ass-fucking, my--"
"I get it," the fox said, looking around in awe, "this place is huge!"
"It's the whole top floor of the building," Shawn said with a shy chuckle, "I lived in one of the four places up here, once--and they were big then, let me tell ya--and when Barry started buying up the building for his club, I just never left. He let me have the top floor, and I knocked down some walls and made it into a nice open space. There's a washroom still at each corner, though," he said, pointing at square rooms protruding from the corners of the massive room, "and I'm set up for just about every kink--want me to tie you down? Got that covered. Into watersports? One of the washrooms has a big tub so there's no mess. Crossdresser? You should see the lingerie closet I've got!"
Gabe's face started to burn with a blush. "Can we just...not talk about that? I'm not really into any fetishes."
"Okay," Shawn spread his arms and walked over to what appeared to be a mattress sunken down so it was level with the floor, "this is your first time, so here's how it'll happen tonight: come here, and do what you want."
"What?"
"Just experiment. Do what feels right to you. Explore me. Then, we'll see where that takes us."
"Okay," Gabe walked over to the tiger and, not sure what else to do, wrapped his arms around the black-striped fur. He felt Shawn's arms close around his back in response.
"If there's anything you need me to do--suck you off, get you a drink, hire a hooker so you can try and become secure in your heterosexuality--just ask." The tiger whispered in his ear.
"I'm just...lost," the fox admitted, "this is my first time, and I don't know what to do..."
The tiger smiled. "Try undressing me. Pull my shirt off, feel my muscles, run your paws through my fur--whatever feels right. Just don't think you have to make me feel good."
Paws shaking, Gabe pulled Shawn's shirt up, dragging it off the tiger's muscled body. The fox reached forward and began to feel the tiger's soft orange-and-black furred chest, marvelling at how soft it was.
"I only use the best stuff on my fur," the tiger purred, "and I guess you can feel the difference!"
"Yeah," the fox whispered, his hands moving down to the tiger's pants and undoing the button.
"Don't worry about getting me off," the tiger said softly, though he maintained his standing, arms-outstretched pose, "this is for you."
"I...want to see it," the fox whispered, as he undid the zipper on the tiger's jeans. He pushed down the feline's pants and underwear and stepped back, climbing down to his knees to get a good look. "Huh," he mumbled, "didn't think it's look so different..."
"You can touch it if you want," the tiger said. Gabe reached out with both paws, and began to explore the tiger's groin, not pawing him, just feeling every bump, every nook and cranny of the tiger's crotch.
"Well...someone looks excited," Shawn said, pointing at the fox's own groin, where his member was painfully erect in his pants.
"Guess so," Gabe said, pulling back and beginning to undo his jeans. The fox pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees and took his fox cock in hand, pawing furiously as his eyes locked onto the tiger's member. Then he stopped, blushing and glancing away.
"Whatever you wanna do," the tiger reminded him, "I'm willing to let you."
"I'm just...a bit shy..." Gabe admitted.
"Why?" the tiger sank to his knees, "you've got a nice cock. Here, why don't you just lie down on couch over there, and let me just show you a good time. Okay?"
Overcome with lust, the fox nodded. The tiger pulled him to his feet and took him to the couch, undressing Gabe as the two walked. He helped the fox onto the couch, and then grabbed a jar of Vaseline and slicked his paw up.
Once Gabe had gotten comfortable, Shawn kneeled on the floor and reached up to the fox's muzzle, scratching Gabe's chin, eliciting a small giggle. Then, he dragged a single finger down the fox's chest, all the way to his groin, before slowly wrapping a paw around Gabe's cock, sliding slowly from the tip to the small but growing knot at the base.
Gabe began to moan, and Shawn smiled before leaning forward, running his rough tongue across the head of the fox's cock. Gabe gasped and his back arched, his member twitching. His knot was growing fast; the tiger wrapped his unlubricated paw around the fox's tapered member just below the swollen knot and pulled up, simulating a tie. His other paw flew up and down the fox's shaft, so fast it looked like a blur, and he wrapped his lips around the cock's head. He knew the fox was about to come, and he moved his lubes paw down to the knot, squeezing softly and rhythmically as the fox began to come, bucking his hips upwards as he shot his spooge into the tiger's muzzle.
After the fox was milked dry, Shawn lifted his head, looked the fox in the eyes, and made sure Gabe watched him swallow the load. Then, Shawn could only laugh at the dopy, blissful expression on the dazed fox's face.
"Like it?" he asked, "you're gonna love what I'm doing with that--" he flicked the fox's member, "--later tonight."
A knock on the door interrupted them, and Shawn stood up to go answer.
"Hey, um...Barry told me I should come up here and see you..."
Gabe recognized the voice. In his post-orgasmic haze, he wasn't sure from where, but he'd heard that voice before. He sat up and looked over the back of the couch to see the otter from the job interview standing in the doorway, staring at the floor.
"You!" he said out loud.
"You?" the otter echoed as he noticed the fox.
"I'll give you two some privacy," Shawn said, slipping out between the doorframe and the otter and vanishing down the stairs.