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Jon wasn't a regular customer of Dawn's just because of the fact that he had a tendency to get off every time he was in her practice; that was a lucky benefit. Her ability to heal with her paws really was second to none, and though they'd crossed a line that customer and masseuse weren't meant to cross, she always made sure to take good care of him, and actually treat the pain in his lower back before she sent him on his way.

The treatment was going swell, and Jon's back was so much better that he was able to space out his appointments over the course of two weeks, rather than the weekly treatment that he'd been assigned by his workplace.

That wasn't stopping him from making extracurricular visits, and on some occasions, Dawn would go so far as to request his presence at the practice, rather than waiting for him to come in.

"Thank you all for applying to join my practice! Business has been growing out of control the past few months, and I just can't keep up with the growing demand of customers," Dawn was explaining to a small crew of new hires. "There's been some concern, however, with what is considered to be...acceptable behavior, on the part of a masseuse. One of our regular customers has agreed to come in today, and help all of you understand what kind of practice we are, and where those lines are drawn."

Rumors were already starting to swirl around town about what kind of shop Dawn was running, and in the past, she was never the type to allow a customer to convince her to provide the infamous 'happy ending' that so many people came looking for.

After she met Jon, however, she changed her outlook on the topic just a little bit, and while she was still extremely choosy, she knew that she could bring in a lot more money, and more importantly, her new hires could bring in a lot more for the business than she ever could have on her own.

"First and foremost, we are a legitimate business. I won't have any tolerance for employees who are actively looking to turn this place into a whorehouse...only our best clients will be given a special treatment, and even those must become consistent and trusted before any such treatment will be offered."

Dawn was very no-nonsense, and she wanted to make sure that her employees recognized that from the very beginning. She commanded a certain kind of respect with her presence alone, but the puma wasn't too far on in her years; she knew how easy it was for a young employee to be swayed by the sight of fat wallet and a pair of crossed fingers.

"Furthermore, employees are not to be penetrated on company grounds. In the event that a customer requests such an act, you can abide, but proper sexual intercourse cannot be tolerated. The lines of what we can get away with, and what we can lie our way out of are very thick, and very clear. You give a guy a quick handjob and clean up properly afterwards, no big deal, and it's his word against ours. You hop on top and ride your way to a larger tip, and there might be other kinds of evidence to worry about...so don't do it."

Jon could feel the fur standing up on the back of his neck as Dawn set down the ground rules. Her voice was typically so soothing and calm, but she displayed an impressive diversity in the tone of her words, and with minimal effort, she flipped the charm right back on.

"Jon, my dear...would you mind walking over to the table and getting comfortable?" Dawn asked, and the otter was rather quick to abide her request. When his paws slipped into the hem of his shirt on the way over, however, she lifted a paw, and halted his progress. "Leave the clothes on, honey. We're going to be trying something a little _different_today."

Dawn was always a sight for sore eyes, and Jon was convinced that her fingertips were the stuff of magic, but she was going to be putting others to the test that day, to see if they were up to her nearly impossible standards. A wide variety of different species were on display, and while a tiny, red vixen and a slim, smiling dingo might have been the real moneymakers, a thick, burly tiger was grabbing just as much of Jon's attention.

He didn't even realize how much he was trembling, until the tiger quite literally grabbed the slim, nervous otter by the fabric of his shirt and tugged him over to the table.

"We're not going to hurt you. Our job is quite the opposite," his voice was so calculated that it was unnerving, hinting at an intelligence that betrayed his muscular appearance. "If you'd please take a seat, I think we're all eager to get started."

Took the words right out of my mouth, Jon thought, but he was glad that he didn't actually have to say them. His tongue was dry, his lips were heavy, and though it wasn't easy for anyone to notice those things, he'd have to calm his heart and clear his mind...or they'd definitely notice a different reaction.

"My name's Boris. I'll be leading your examination today," the tiger continued. His grip was so strong that Jon couldn't hope to escape it, but the tiger was fluid in releasing the otter's shirt, and Jon, with wobbling legs, fell back to the table in the middle of the room. "Would you please take a seat on the table, so I can assist you with your shirt?"

The vixen took his right paw, and the dingo took his left. Each of the ladies smiled at him, wearing a genuinely comforting expression on their muzzles, and looking earnestly concerned for his wellbeing as they assisted him back toward the exam table. Jon was familiar enough with it, but he still felt it bumping against his backside, just under the thick, healthy rudder of his tail, before he hopped up onto it.

"You're all v-very kind," Jon couldn't help a quick stammer, sitting in the face of the overwhelming tiger. His presence alone made it feel as though Jon was less of a man, but the comforting touch upon his paws was uplifting, keeping him in a state of juxtaposition as the vixen leaned over his lap and pressed a single pawtip to one of his fangs. "Can I...can I help you?"

"My apologies," she was quick to correct herself. "Dawn recommended I do whatever I could to get familiar with a customer, and I've never seen an otter with these before! They're just so...long. It's not quite what I expected!"

Jon's ears wilted slightly as he turned his gaze to her. "I hope that's not a bad thing?"

"Not at all. They're kind of exotic, actually."

Warmth was spreading under the otter's cheeks in a flash, and the tiger only made it worse as he renewed his grip on Jon's shirt and began to tug. "Could you lift your arms over your head for me, Jon? I think it's best that we get on with our exam, lest Leslie end up overly infatuated with your unique features."

Jon wasn't going to complain about Leslie's affection, and Dawn was watching closely, a grin spreading across the delicate stripes on her muzzle. She'd picked her new hires wisely, and where the vixen and the dingo were able to keep Jon loose and make him feel comforted, the tiger was going to work all of the stress out of his flesh, even if he had to be a little bit rough to do it.

Naturally, the otter wasn't going to complain if he was handled more like a sack of meat than a living thing, given the person that would be responsible for that treatment.

"She's just getting to know one of her new clients," the dingo protested. Wearing the same slim, fitting gown of white and matching pants underneath, she looked like she'd been handpicked for the role, even if it wasn't Dawn's own doing. "He's a _fascinating_little specimen. His fangs are cute and all, don't get me wrong, but...is his tail supposed to be this thick? I get the feeling that this is where he's keeping all of his tension built up."

"Lasandra..." the tiger was groaning and rolling his eyes, all while she leaned over the examination table and rested her open palms on Jon's tail. Perhaps the truest part of his otter body was his rudder, and while the base of his spine and lower back were often the sorest spots on his person, he couldn't think of a time when he didn't want someone to give his tail a quick massage. "It'd probably be easier to rub the tension out of his tail _after_we got his clothes off, don't you think?"

Boris was the one who held the most focus among the bunch, knowing that he was effectively auditioning for his own job. Dawn hired the two ladies based on their abilities, as well, but this exam in particular wasn't a reflection of how the normal appointment would go for one of her customers.

She just wanted to make sure that Jon knew how important he was to her, as a client, and she couldn't think of a much better way to address the fact than giving him the treat of three different masseuses at one time.

"Shouldn't I be allowed to have at least a little fun?" Lasandra asked, but she could feel the eyes of her boss on her shoulders, and without letting Dawn see the roll of her eyes, the dingo lifted her paws, much to the chagrin of Jon, who was already having trouble keeping his twitches in check. "I don't think he's complaining about it."

"He'll complain even less when we're all done," Boris reminded her, and with a quick, but fluid tug, he yanked the shirt away from the otter. Jon blinked and just missed the rush of fabric going past his eyes, but he couldn't miss the sight of Boris holding the shirt, and thinking it looked more like a hand towel in the domineering grasp of the muscular feline. "But we're not quite there yet, are we?"

Leslie and Lasandra stood on either side of Jon's hips and rested their paws on his shorts, setting their open palms very near to his crotch. They knew Dawn was watching, so they resisted the temptation to grope and tease at the bulge that pressed against the front of his clothes, but there was a feathering of quick, skillful touches that simply couldn't be avoided as a zipper was pulled down, and a belt was undone.

"He looks ready to me," Leslie whispered, unable to keep herself from stroking another pawtip along the slim, toned lines of his torso, "But we can't properly begin until all of his clothes are on that table over there, can we?"

Dawn was so familiar with her favorite customer that she knew how much all of the buildup would influence his enjoyment of the exam, and though it wasn't meant to be a purely sexual act, she would have been a fool to ignore the air of sensuality that was filling her parlor at the moment.

"The appointment doesn't officially start until his clothes are off, and his body is flat on the table," Dawn confirmed, watching from the side with crossed arms and grinning lips. "Though it appears you might have a little trouble getting him to lay on his stomach, given his current...predicament."

The choice of words couldn't have been anymore intentional, and just the sight of the girls leaning over his body, with Boris dividing them down the middle and stealing the show would have been enough to bring his cock to a state of full arousal.

As it was, his boxers were exposed, and his member was tented up against them. He would have feigned some kind of innocence, as if the contact was just something that he wasn't used to, but Dawn had given her new hires a full briefing of what the otter liked, and if that weren't enough, the stain of precum against powder blue cotton was an obvious and undeniable sign of excitement.

Attempting to feign some sense of professionalism, none of the new employees went to sample a taste of the growing spot. The girls were able to watch it with wonder, and then delight as Boris yanked down at the loosened shorts, and Jon could only scratch the back of his head, drowning in a pool of his own nerves as a tiny bead of the same, messy precum bubbled up through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"We'll just lower the crotch drop," Boris suggested, "And help him into place. Then we can get started on a proper examination, hm?"

The girls were given the happy designation of assisting Jon out of his boxers, and he did his best to hold still for them as the tip of his manhood stuck to the messy fabric, and flung a thin, narrow streak back at his own tummy when it was allowed to spring upright and free.

"Don't worry," Leslie whispered into his ear. "We've got a special liner down...so you can just leave that little mess there. Perhaps we'll take care of it later."

Dawn pulled out all of the stops in anticipation of how hands on her crew would be, and just how much he'd enjoy the treatment before it was all said and done. A pair of paws wrapped around each of his own to keep things moving along, and he felt the smooth, soft liner shifting under his bare rump as Leslie and Lasandra helped him to adjust his hips toward the small drop in the table.

"Th...that would b-b-be really nice," Jon stammered. The poor otter was beside himself with nervous anticipation, still unsure of where the lines were for the new employees; Dawn had given up on lines herself, but there was an element of renewed wonder in knowing that he wasn't sure what limits were imposed on Boris, Leslie and Lasandra. "Thank y-you."

"Try not to be so nervous. If you relax, I promise that you'll enjoy this a whole lot more than you already are," Lasandra didn't make a promise as lightly as the others did, and she was happy to see Jon lying flat on his slim, narrow tummy. His tail was flat over his rump and thighs, and it was still the real object of her affection, sitting so thick at the base that she knew she'd need time to learn all of its intricacies. She would have started kneading the flesh once more, if not for the fact that Boris was so eagerly taking the lead.

"I'll focus on his back...can you two assist me in keeping his body loose?" he asked. His presence as the leader of the trio wasn't due to his size, but his experience, and Dawn hired him with the expectation that he would help to guide Leslie and Lasandra on the path to being quality massage workers.

In asking, he was testing the waters of their obedience, and he was pleased to discover that they were treading just fine.

"I'll take the tail," Lasandra jumped at the chance, and before Jon could whip his head around to look back with wide, bashful eyes, he felt Leslie's paws on the sides of his neck, kneading into his flesh and keeping his gaze forward.

He glanced up just slightly, and though Leslie's outfit wasn't a terribly flattering one, he could scarcely see her face from under the blessed curve of her breasts. "I'll work on his neck...and try to make some time for his tusks. I bet they get awfully _sore,_being as long and heavy as they are."

It seemed that every member of the trio was drawn to a certain part of Jon's body, and it just happened to work that they were spread out upon his figure without being in each other's way. He was so quick to fall into the grasp of the myriad of sensations that he didn't even notice Dawn sliding a tiny bowl under the hole at the middle of the table, meant to collect the drippings from his cock; precum was already spilling in a long and steady stream, and whether she had some other purpose for it than to merely collect it, he wouldn't have cared to ask, even if he knew.

His jaw was nearly too slack to speak as Leslie rubbed an open palm around the back of his neck in a circular motion, using the heel of her wrist to work any tension out of his flesh that she could find. Her free paw was eagerly stroking one digit back and forth over a fang, and her expression was almost smug in how much she enjoyed the feel of the enamel on her pawtip.

If anyone was enjoying themselves as much as Jon was, it had to be Lasandra, who was admittedly groping the otter more than she was actually massaging him. "He's carrying all of his tension down here, I swear. His tail is as solid as a rock!" she declared, and her eyes stayed wide with wonder as she glanced down upon his twitching rudder, moving and thumping against his own ass...at least, until she snuck a paw down to the underside. "Oh, but there is something soft down here. Feels a little tense...but it's getting softer. Kinda smooth against my thumb, honestly..."

Boris quickly tossed a glare at Lasandra, and Jon felt the tiger's frustration in the deep muscle tissues of his lower back. "That is not professional."

"No, but he's liking it," Lasandra argued, and with just a quick, wiggling tease, the pad of her thumb began sinking into Jon's asshole, penetrating it as gently as she could. "And it's just so perfectly warm...you're awfully lucky to have such a sweet little customer, Dawn!"

Jon's anus might not have been a place that Lasandra was meant to inspect, but she was helping herself to it while she could. His tail was a beast to handle by itself, but she kept a paw rubbing up and down the underside of the appendage as she eagerly gazed over his pucker, giving it the occasional, playful jab with her thumb.

The slowly growing yield of precum was the only thing Dawn needed to see, as a sign that she'd made the right choice with her new hires. "Trust me, this boy keeps coming back for a very good reason...you three have quite a lot to live up to."

Putting that responsibility on their backs, Boris, Leslie and Lasandra redoubled their efforts, and Jon was worried that he might actually achieve a climax from their efforts alone, without a single, proper touch to his member.

"Does this mean that we've got the job?" Leslie asked, looming over Jon and acting as much like a presence of comfort as she was a masseuse. "I know Jon seems pretty happy, but it isn't his call."

Jon's entire muzzle was numb with delight, and his long, thick fangs sat against his lips, smiling with stupefied delight as Dawn pretended to think about her answer.

"He has some influence...and he's already up to the second line," Dawn pointed out, revealing the purpose of the bowl. "Your jobs are secure, but if you can get him to the _third_line...I'll give you all a signing bonus."