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"Step out of line, ma'am," the german shepherd said down to the smaller version of himself, before leaning into his walkie talkie, "I need someone to come to the door."

The high schooler's heart dropped into her stomach, which threatened to empty itself through her mouth. She'd been so sure that the stolen ID was a perfect match, but something had tipped the bouncer off. "What -- What's the issue?" the fellow shepherd asked with a curious tilt to her head. She tried to keep her ears and tail in check, but they betrayed her nervousness to the experienced security personnel.

"Don't play sweet, honey. This isn't yours." He tucked the ID in question into his pocket. "Thanks," he said back into the radio when someone said that they were on their way. "I said, step out of line, ma'am. Someone will be here to take over in just a minute." When he reached out to open-handed guide her to the side, she didn't resist. Her ears had folded straight back and her tail tucked fully, now. It wasn't any use trying to fight it.

"How'd you know?"

"This is my wife's." The bouncer held up his hand to show the wedding band. "You got this from some pawn shop over in the north part of town, right?" Her stunned silence was enough for him to shake his head and turn back to the line.

His backup arrived a minute later, and he patted the pitbull on the shoulder twice before he turned back to the offender. He motioned with his thumb into the club, and she followed with her head down.

They passed through a crowd of patrons dense enough to make following the security guard a bit of a challenge. It was enough to tempt her to steal away in the dark mixing of bodies, but ultimately the dog was too honest. Not enough to rat on her source -- though if the man knew that she got it from a pawn shop, it probably wouldn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that her vixen friend had sold her the card -- but when she was caught, she was caught. She'd probably get out of this relatively unscathed if she complied, she figured.

The pair slipped through a thick and heavy metal door that the gentleman opened with a keycard, then held open for the culprit to go through. She started slightly when it closed behind her with a clang, then took a quick look around. The hallway was short and concrete, with a few lockers and workplace posters. He directed her into an office labeled "SECURITY" and then into a seat across a messy desk with an array of monitors on it. She could see the pitbull who'd taken over at the front, and realized that she'd been on that monitor, and that it was definitely recorded.

"So."

The elder shepherd plopped into the torn-pleather office chair and sighed.

"You're not going to squeal, are you?" He smiled a little when he said this.

"No, I'm -- I'm sorry, I'll take whatever punishment--" He interrupted her by holding his hand up.

"I figured. You're a good girl, aren't you? Not something you'd normally do, but a friend at a pawn shop gave you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Happens a lot, actually." The grin spread to show off his sharp off-whites when his perp shook her head with ears and tail tucked extra tight. A loyal girl. Nice. It was too bad she wasn't too bright. Well, bad for her, anyway.

"Right. This is how this is going down. I'm going to undo my pants, and you're going to suck my cock, and I'll even call you a cab to go home afterwards. I better not see you around here for another, what, three or four years?" He gestured towards her with a wave for a response, but she was stunned.

What did he just say? she thought.

"Alternatively, I call the cops, who'll find out who your parents are, and they'll all get to decide your fate, which could be a lot worse than getting a dose of protein. So, what'll it be, toots?"

Her thinking halted, then. It wasn't the first time she'd been propositioned for sex -- it wouldn't be the first time she'd sucked a guy off -- but it wasn't something she ever could have expected as a consequence of tonight. Maybe from a drunk guy, which is truthfully what she came here tonight for, but definitely not the bouncer. Not before she'd had a few drinks herself.

She started when the guard stood up, but froze down to her veins when he nonchalantly opened his belt and fished his thick sheath out. The waistband of his underwear hooked behind his balls puffed the package up. From the sheath opening peeked a bit of pink, and despite her experience in sex ed, the girl just now understood the euphemism "lipstick."

"Well?"

Her eyes darted between the man's crotch and his face. She said she'd take whatever punishment...

Slowly, the shepherd girl stood from her uncomfortable chair and slowly brought herself around the desk. Her captor turned to face her as she walked and grinned all the more devilishly the closer she got. Now on her knees, if she looked up, she could have sworn it was Lucifer himself sitting there. She opted to close her eyes as she dutifully lowered her head.

"I knew you were a good girl," he said while his left hand cupped her right ear.

She didn't care for the praise, but she wasn't exactly in a position to be complaining or arguing. She considered herself a good girl. It was time to prove that. Her wide and wet tongue gave a few swipes over the sheath opening and tip, which turned into shaft laps as he grew erect. Above, she heard the same groans that the porn actors she watched gave, and it made her own spade quiver to her chagrin.

This was definitely a man, she thought, compared to the boys she'd been with in her scholastic career. Not just in his girth, which nearly doubled that of her past partners, but also in the smell and taste: he sweat more, and his sweat was richer, but it seemed like he bathed just as infrequently. These were the details she always heard about, but had no real frame of reference for. It sort of nauseated her, but the seed of arousal she carried twisted the distaste into fertilizer.

Once he was fully erect, the guard gave her head a little tug. "Why don't you get to actually working, now? I need to get back up to my post soon." It occurred to her that the other guard probably knew what was going on back here. They exchanged no words at the door, and those pats seemed deliberate. Would he be expecting her to blow him, too? "Hey, toots," he said, and her eyes went wide with surprise like she'd forgotten where she was or what she was doing. "I said, get sucking."

He grabbed both sides of her head and guided her maw to the tip of his cock, and when she looked down the length of it, she also received experience with the euphemism "red rocket." One hand left her head briefly to align the meat with her mouth, and then she had him inside. She intended to keep her eyes closed, but the shock of it all had her eyes wide open while he bounced her head in his lap. Those porn star groans were back.

The bouncer wasn't cruel in his guidance despite being concerned primarily with the quickness of their tryst. He'd taken her for a girl who hadn't done this sort of thing before, but she took him pretty well for that. She knew to use her tongue and to curl her lips around her teeth, at least. Whether it was from experience or study, he cared little. He just continued to inch her down his malehood a few thrusts at a time until he felt her gag. Then, he kept her right there for a long moment, gave a few thrusts, and held her near her limit.

Down below, the high schooler was dealing with a fresh problem: her growing arousal. Her animalistic spade throbbed gently. She resisted the urge to reach a hand down below her skirt to rub at herself. Despite the lack of contact, she felt the dampness of her underwear. Getting this horny was a rarity for her, reserved typically for... for... oh no.

She'd forgotten her heat suppression medication.

A deep fear blossomed in her. Fear that he'd discover her unwanted horniness. Fear that it would be exploited. She made a hard decision: she had to try harder to get him off. She had to escape this situation before it was too late.

With her new resolve, she steeled her nerves. She reached the point of gagging, then pushed herself down further. There was a groan of surprise from her abuser. He sensed the cooperation and released her head.

"Fuck, there you go. Choke on it, slut."

The words stung, but she endured. There were several close calls, but her eagerness and the control over herself it gave her meant she could pull back to take a quick breath. She followed each gag-inducing push with a few strokes with one hand and a little tip suckling, and then a few deeper oral strokes before she repeated the process.

It seemed to her to do the trick, evidenced by his increasingly dramatic moaning and the gentle movements of his hips. It was only another few minutes of strenuous fellatio before she received notice:

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, swallow it!"

There wasn't a choice for her, as both hands returned to her head, one between her ears and wrapped up in her black hair, and the other wrapped around her muzzle, making a seal over her lips. The bouncer kept her right where he wanted her, which was wrapped just around the tip. Two more aspects of masculinity unfamiliar to the german shepherd girl: virility and volume. The first rope of cum that flooded her muzzle was more than she could ever have remembered swallowing, and there was a second one just a tad smaller, and a third that followed that.

There was a warning growl that reminded her to swallow when the sticky stuff leaked out from the seal, and with great effort in her features, she got the huge mouthful down with two gulps. It required a third and fourth before he finished and released her, but not before he wiped his hand off on the bridge of her muzzle. The male fell back into his chair with a heavy sigh of relief.

In the middle of collecting her racing thoughts, her concentration was shattered by one in particular: Tiffany had just sucked a guy off without even exchanging names. This wasn't how she'd expected tonight to go.

A knock at the door derailed her train of thought once more. It was just a courtesy warning. The door opened -- it horrified her that it hadn't been locked -- and a well-dressed doberman poked his head in.

"All done in here?" he asked. He wasn't the least bit concerned that a scared girl was covered in cum and the security guard still had his knotted cock out in the open. "Mike is complaining, keeps goin' on about how it wasn't his door night. Said she better still be back here."

The older shepherd waved his hand. "Yeah, fuck 'im. Tell 'im I'll be there in a sec. Just gotta clean up." He gave a quick sniff which drew all of the heat from Tiffany's body. "And tell him this bitch is in heat."

The doberman just laughed as he closed the door.