# Strip Tease Author: dumass Tags: Cunnilingus, Domination/Submission, Fox, HMOFA, Human, M/F, Male/Female Imported from SF2 with no description. Prompt: \>Work as a bartender at a male strip club, frequented by many kinds of individuals but most prominently anthro women \>You yourself aren't a performer, but pic rel takes a shining to you \>Slides some money across the table asking for a lap dance, then tells you she has a lot more money at home if you want to come with her to get it. \>another shift at the club, "Skinny Dipping," local male-only strip club \>got its popularity due to being the only one in the county to include a "human venue," something that's fairly new in the industry \>anthro women have been known to get handsy with our guys, until they leave marks, and some fights have broken out between customers over "who belongs to who" \>they still keep coming back, the crazy broads \>"Their money will always be good here." \>the boss wasn't wrong, there was plenty to go around and some girls would drive for miles to be here \>best night I had was a little under a grand with tips, serving drinks to some eight or nine girls who wanted me to pour drinks off "Italian Stallion's" body \>fucking weird but whatever \>thankfully they hired a new bouncer, at least 8ft tall wolf who says he'll do his best \>the leather outfit really sells the look, seems like a chill guy \>not like I see much action behind the counter, thank fuck... last thing I want is for attention to fall on me \>just serve the drinks, get home safe \>tonight is a slow night though so we get to fuck around in back most of the shift, playing cards and having a few drinks, courtesy of yours truly \>easy money \>"Yo, we got a limo comin'." \>"The fuck? Night's almost over. It's one-thirty in the morning." \>"At least three girls. Damn, they look loaded." \>Shit, break's over... \>everyone rushes to their posts, getting their last-minute body sprays and making sure their costumes showed as much skin as possible \>thankfully, my outfit isn't as revealing - health standards and all, if you could believe that \>just as my hands reached for a towel to wipe the counter, the double doors opened right on cue \>three different anthro females with lots of jewelry adorning their bodies, lighting up in the flashy underground den: a cougar, a lioness, and a vixen \>one of our younger guys hops on the opportunity, greeting them with his own rehearsed coreography I've seen one too many times \>cougar takes the cake, literally, placing a hand on his ass while following him to some seatings off in the corner \>the other two meander for some time, taking their time to "inspect" each and every one of us \>seems like they're more reserved than their friend \>just before they make it to the bar, the DJ cuts the music for a second and breaks into character  \>"Ladies, I want you to give a VERY warm welcome to one of our boys: his touch is like venom, but it feels SO good. Give it up for, "Black Mamba!"" \>one of the favorites goes on stage, fog machines and all gracing his entrance, dancing with fluid-like movement on the pole \>"Mmm~ I think I like that one, Sherry." \>"Well, what are you waiting for? He's looking at you..." \>"Oh alright hun~ Just remember our little deal." \>the lioness turned and walked away, grazing a finger on the vixen's chin before walking towards center stage \>yep, "Black Mamba" was, in fact, gesturing for the ladies to come closer, only the lioness took the bait while licking her chops \>which left the vixen standing by herself near the bar, looking at her phone \>...for a full minute \>if no one else was going to jump on this, might as well be the first **"How 'bout a drink?"** \>the woman lowered her phone, if only a little, to glance at the bar table in her peripherals, then directly at me **"Seats are a bit worn down but beats standing."** \>that seemed to get a chuckle out of her, sauntering her way over with her tail flicking in the wind before taking the stool closest to me \>"You're right, these seats are trash." \>she adjusted herself multiple times to no avail - the slim dress she wore rubbed back and forth against her body, leaving little of her cleavage to the imagination \>with a huff, she resigned to whichever position felt most comfortable and glossed her eyes over me \>"Maybe a drink can help a woman like me~" she batted her hazel eyes with a smirk **"Now that I can help with. What's your poison?"** \>"Hmm. Surprise me." she leaned forward, resting her arms and some of her breast on the freshly-wiped counter \>well, this could either go well or bad, considering she's never ordered from here before, let alone looked like she ever stepped inside a strip club \>maybe she wants something sweet... with a kick - a red russian might do it \>my hands reach for bottles on the shelf with no pause, all the locations specifically chosen so that high-ticket items were out of a customer's reach \>luckily, this drink was easy and cheap: one part cherry liqueur, one part vodka, and ice \>the vixen watched as the ingredients melded together to create a red-hued concoction, just before adding the cherry on top **"Enjoy."** \>the ice clinks in the glass as she raised it to her lips, sipping while maintaining eye contact \>"Mmm~ You make this look easy." **"Thanks."** \>"How long you been here, tiger?" she took another sip, eyeing my body up and down \>might as well be honest with her since she'll probably never come here again **"A couple years, give or take. Gotta pay the bills somehow."** \>"You know, a man like you is, what, 23-24? Must be in your prime." **"You could say that."** \>"And you're choosing to waste it in some underground pleasure palace?" \>She wasn't wrong. **"Yeah, cards weren't in my favor, but I managed."** \>"I see..." \>she took another sip from the glass, placing it on the counter with a small clunk \>maybe that was a step too far \>she seemed to be watching her friends, taking sips every once in a while as they cheered for their own "play-things" \>the both of them looked to be enjoying themselves quite nicely... but the vixen was different \>conversation was part of the job as a bartender, yet this silence felt deafening \>the lack of clients only worked against me, finding less and less to organize and wipe down \>my body was hunched over, digging through some older bottles before her voice broke my concentration \>"Say, what's your name?" \>the vixen was staring at my ass for a solid minute before looking into my eyes \>I pulled myself up to be greeted with a devilish look, one that I'd seen too many times **"..Nathan."** \>"I'm Sherry." \>she reached into her dress, pulling a folded wad of cash out before plucking a single one-hundred dollar bill and pressing it against the table \>"I need another drink~" the empty glass clinked as she swished it around in a circle \>holy shit \>that drink was like, eight bucks max, and she really wanted to pay with hundreds? \>was she just trying to force herself to have a good night? \>whatever it was, best to let her know in advance **"You know, it's not that expensive.."** \>"I've always wanted company like this," her tail flicked behind her as she pressed the bill further, "Take it." \>one look from her demeanor took control over your protest \>fuck it, I guess \>the red liquid on cold ice went by as quickly as it was poured - Sherry was persistent on keeping the tab open for as long as she could \>by the time any of us knew it, the DJ was pronouncing the "last call" for the crew and put on a cheesy song about making love in a rainy jungle \>the lioness and cougar were eating it up, putting more bills into whatever crevices or straps they could fit them on \>Sherry didn't seem to give it much thought, politely sipping her drink while taking every chance to eye my body whenever she could \>honestly, it felt nice to be desired like this, safe within my own area, so I took whatever opportunities I could to bend over or reach for glasses on the top shelves \>at least, without making it look like I was trying too hard \>a couple "Mmm's" and heavy sighs must have been proof that something was right \>it was the least I could do after the tip she left \>"Hey, Nathan," her eyes were half-lidded, but still coherent. Well shit, she can hold her liquor **"Need another?"** \>I wasn't going to deny her if she was paying, plus they had a limo so all was good on that end \>"Actually, I have a different request," she slipped a few more bills on the table - hundreds again \>I raised an eyebrow, curious what the vixen's plan was \>"How's about you come over to this side? You've been working hard enough and I'd like to personally thank you" \>my body hesitated: it was enough money to pay rent for the month but what exactly did she want \>the night's almost over and if push came to shove, the bouncer was still around \>just play along and see where this goes **"Guess I could use a break."** \>"Mmm, now I'm glad my friends invited me along." \>I turned around and lifted the gate behind the bar, coming around the wooden divider to see all of what Sherry had to offer \>nice legs, very defined curves and a big, bushy tail that swung behind her, almost long enough to fall to the ground if she was standing \>her chest size wasn't big but she still seemed to flaunt it about, her teets perked up against that slim blue dress of hers \>in turn, Sherry got to see most of my body - the parts not hidden behind a thick, black apron along my waist and the tight-fitting shirt and shorts given to me by the company \>as I walked over, her tail couldn't help but sway from side to side, showing her enthusiasm even if her face didn't match \>"Could you just, you know, do a little 'spin' for me?~" she circled a finger in the air \>guess she wants me to work for it \>I do my best to slowly turn around, not much of a dancer but trying to play the part while shooting her a look over my shoulder **"You know, I don't usually do this for customers."** \>"Then I guess that makes me special, huh?" **"You're one-of-a-kind, Sherry. Haven't had a customer like you yet."** \>"Mmm~ Why don't you come closer, darling?" she giggled to herself, using the same finger to lure me in \>surprisingly, she didn't latch herself onto me when I was within arms-reach: simply taking her time to look over all my features, clothed and not \>"You look pretty strong, big guy~" **"You'd be surprised how much heavy lifting goes on in the back."** \>"May I?" her hands hovered over my bicep, hesitant but yearning for permission **"I don't see why not?"** \>both of Sherry's hands grazed against my skin, tingling the small hairs along the way - I flexed my arm a bit, getting some positive feedback from the entranced vixen \>"Mmff~ I bet you could carry someone like me with those arms." \>she was wiggling in the stool, biting her lip while sinking her fingers into skin, making small divots against the soft flesh of my arm \>maybe now was the best time to stop **"Sorry, Sherry, but my boss'll have my head if I do that. Company policies and all."** \>her expression went from enticed to disappointed in a flash \>that's a strip club for ya \>the other girls started heading over to the bar, each with a man in tow beside them \>"Ooo~ Sherry~ Who's this stud?" the cougar growled in a low, sensual voice \>"Looks like a real man," the lioness simply stated, waving a hand in the air \>"Just a guy who really knows how to make a drink I like," Sherry winked in my direction \>"She's not the drinking type," the cougar added, whispering in a way towards me **"Neither am I, but to each their own poison."** \>don't know where that came from \>"Hmph, sounds like a romantic, this one. Better than 'Brian' or whoever that other guy was." said the cougar \>"Yeah, you should really hook up with him," the lioness elbowed against Sherry, almost causing her to fall out her seat \>looks like the alcohol was finally kicking in - good thing too, it was past 3 \>the DJ came around and proceeded to round up the rest of the boys, yelling from across the room \>"Sorry ladies, but we gotta close up. We'll always be here whenever you're in town." \>a collective "Thanks" came from the group as they started to make their way towards the door \>I couldn't help but watch as Sherry walked alongside her friends out the door to their limousine \>...and it looked like she was giving a "Call me" sign \>wait \>I walked over to the tip jar, with the money that she had placed inside \>there was a piece of paper hidden within the small fortune \>her name, phone number, and a message - "Want more?" \>after the shift was over, the guys started to change back into their normal street clothes, me included \>some of them complained that they didn't get to take advantage of the wealthy ladies, especially when it came time to count my tips \>their fucking loss, I gave them plenty of time \>"So, we gonna catch ya hittin' the slots today, Nate? You ain't on the schedule..." one of the guys mentioned **"Not sure. This is a lot of money, but not sure I'll go fuckin' around with it."** \>my mind was on the piece of paper in my hand, unsure what to do with the information \>the single phrase "Want more?" played over and over \>I wasn't served on some kind of platter for her, not like the other guys, so it wasn't about getting sex - even she was hesitant about touching me \>what exactly did she want? \>... \>once we closed up shop, the neon sign with "Skinny Dipping" stayed lit for a second before the hum of electricity was completely shut off \>we all parted our separate ways, driving off into the barely visible hues of dawn \>I wasted no time driving back to my dingy apartment, trying my best to avoid the route I took to the casino after most shifts \>what else was I going to do with this time, or the four-hundred and sixty dollars \>just sleep it over: after all, Sherry was probably in no condition to talk over the phone right now and I had no idea what I was going to say \>Hell, there was enough proofage in those drinks to make a light-weight crash \>I parked my car in the assigned spot, made my way towards the assigned door, and placed my assigned key into it's assigned door knob \>with a simple twist, the dark and empty living space greeted my arrival with the smell of dust - heavy curtains covered most of the windows to prevent any light in the building \>should really fucking clean this place at some point or maybe hire someone else to do it for me \>oh well \>I threw my clothes on the floor and hopped into bed, ignoring the sounds of the city waking up so I could get my own shut eye \>11:45 a.m. \>my fingers pressed against closed eyelids, rubbing the stress of a "decent" night's rest the best they could \>the bed and pillows were from a discount furniture store so figures it would be shit in a couple months \>never going there again \>guess it was time to do some of the daily tasks: wash up, eat something, and clean the used clothes \>the first two went by without a hitch but I stopped myself when it came to the third, holding onto the skimpy pair of shorts I had on last night \>thoughts raced to replay the events of last night in an instant \>most, if not all, of Sherry's features were a vivid picture in my mind \>I mean, she did look good: possibly in her late 30's, early 40's with definite sugar mommy vibes \>and what about that guy her friends were talking about, "Barry" or whoever it was \>from the sounds of it, he was a bad choice and they were trying to hook her up with someone else - just a girl's night out, looking for some action \>not to mention she was mostly composed until you were right beside her, from the clear indications of her body language \>that sort-of fatal attraction to a man was what kept the women coming back, and boy, did it sell \>it would also be a shame to just ignore the call, regardless if she paid with all this cash **"Might as well see if she's up."** \>the paper was much easier to read in the light, punching the numbers one after another into my phone, then pressing the call button \>now we wait \>... \>the phone line rung three times \>... \>still ringing and no answer \>damn, was it too early \>"Mmnnhello?" a voice slurred from the other side **"Hey, is this Sherry?"** \>"Wh-Who is this?" **"It's Nathan. This a bad time?"** \>"Oh! Nathan!" the groggy tone immediately change to a distinct excitement which easily broke the tension, "I couldn't tell over the phone. My gosh, how are you?" **"I'm doing good. How about yourself? I didn't get you too drunk, did I?"** \>"Yeah, yeah. I'm doing fine. Just- well, I really enjoyed those drinks, you know." **"I think I could tell."** \>a soft giggle came from the other side - she either thinks I'm really funny or is really into me \>"Sooo I'm, uhh, glad you called..." \>must have really caught her off guard if she's this dazed, too \>the ball's in my court, better shoot while I got the chance **"Well, I couldn't forget a 'special' customer like you."** \>"Really?" an uncertainty rose in her soft voice, sensual but yearning to hear what's next **"Yeah. Figured we could, I don't know, get some coffee, talk a little. Luck has it it's my day off today."** \>"Oh? Yes, I'd really like that." \>there was a certain charm in that last sentence of hers **"Tell you what, I've got a couple things to finish up here but you pick a place, text me, and I'll meet you there. Deal?"** \>"Mmm~ Sounds wonderful, Nathan." **"Then it's settled. Take care, Sherry."** \>"Byee~" \>after the clothes were done drying, I set them aside in a basket, only to be distracted by a vibration from my pocket \>"StarDrop Coffee, 32nd and Kettle Street, 45 minutes. See you soon~" \>there was a message that flashed on-screen for a split second before getting deleted \>"Wear whatever you'd like-" was all I could read \>a thought popped in my head, wondering how raunchy it would look to go in uniform in broad daylight \>it was quickly disregarded - the public doesn't need to see that \>there was a shirt that fit snug, same goes for the pants \>maybe one of those necklaces you got lying around \>and finally, just a bit of that spray-on scent that the guys use at work \>not too casual, but not formal - it was the perfect outfit for a day in town \>... \>the drive wasn't terrible: city life like this was bound to have it's own traffic issues, along with shoddy construction at every other street to repair a pothole or two \>luck was really on my side, making it 2 minutes before the deadline \>the place looked completely different from any cafe I ever visited: most of them being from a chain or serving too locally to get any traction \>just looking from the windows, there was a large interior with many humans and anthros in suits collectively talking with one another over business, and a cup of joe \>oddly enough, I was the only one who seemed out of place compared to the rest \>shit, maybe I should have wore something a bit better \>but all that really mattered was your "date," and Sherry wasn't in the crowd, or the seats \>"Hey, tiger~" \>the soft voice poked from behind, a hand delicately wrapped itself around my left arm, snake-like in it's movements but with fur that bristled against skin \>one look over my shoulder was enough to tell \>Sherry was wearing a different dress, one that looked more palpable in public, along with a matching purse on her other arm and a necklace that sunk into her cleavage \>"You mind escorting me inside, big guy?" \>a sigh of relief was my only response, taking the time to walk alongside the vixen to the front door \>she was about 5'2", not including her fluffy ears that always pointed towards the sky, so being a lot taller meant having to take slower steps \>"You smell really good." **"Thanks."** \>"You didn't do that just for me, did you?" she smiled, taking another whiff of the air in front of her **"Maybe I did."** \>she let out a deep, content exhale, her grasp pulled you a bit closer, vaguely feeling the outline of her breast against her dress \>no bra? nice \>once inside, the aroma of coffee was actually a lot lighter than I originally thought - must be because of an anthro's heightened sense of smell \>there was a booth in the corner of the building which looked more private than the rest, on account that it had no window, so Sherry took the opportunity to point it out \>we both sat down on opposite ends and immediately a young-ish deer anthro came by to our table \>"A pleasure to see you again, Miss Sherry." the waiter pleasantly spoke with a thick accent, grabbing a notepad and pen from his waist apron "The usual?" \>"Of course, Manuel." \>"And for the gentleman?" **"Just an espresso, if you could."** \>"Certainly, sir." \>After jotting down the order, he promptly left to the kitchen. **"Talk about fast service. You come here often?"** \>"Enough to know the names of all the staff, yes." **"Wow. Must be pretty nice."** \>"Well, it does have its advantages." \>a minute of silence passed, fingers twiddled in a effort to stimulate a conversation **"So."** \>"So..." she replied the same message, a wave of uncertainty taking its place between the two of us **"Last night."** \>"Yeah?" **"I just- I can't make heads or tails of it."** \>"What do you mean?" \>looks like I'll have to spell it out for her **"Why'd you spend so much on me? You didn't have to."** \>"What else do you do at a club? The money's not an issue, if that's what you're asking." **"I mean, sure, it's not an issue, but most girls would've got their 'fair share' out of it. You just..."** \>"Just what?" her hazel eyes looked deep into mine with curiosity, lightly scratching her claws against the table **"I don't know. I was expecting some force or something - that's usually what happens with our guys. It's why I said 'you're different.'"** \>"I've never felt a human before. Not like last night." **"Right, but that's the other thing: you don't seem like the type to go to a club."** \>her eyes trailed off from mine, looking at the freshly-made claw marks into the table **"Sorry. I just want to know who I'm talking to if that makes sense. Most people put up a front - I'm not like that."** \>a second passed in silence \>then, Sherry giggled to herself \>"You're a really swell guy, you know that?" **"I try to be."** \>"No, you are: the way you talk, the way you carry yourself. I've never met anyone with company like yours." **"But we've barely gotten to know each other."** \>"I can tell when someone's being genuine or not, and you..." she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them slowly to look directly at me, "you're more than that." **"Wait, what do you mean?"** \>"I'll show you." \>Sherry simply reached into her purse and pulled out something that I wasn't expecting at all - it was a blank, lumpy envelope \>she slid the thing towards my direction and watched with an intense gaze, almost as if she was trying to look through me \>there was only a few things on my mind that could've been: drugs or money, and from the scene at the bar last night, she definitely had enough cash to go around **"Wh-What is that?"** \>she whispered, leaning closer on the table \>"There's ten-thousand in there. Take it." \>HOLY FUCK! \>that was more money than I had ever won in the casino, let alone from a good month at work \>my lungs felt heavier than before, having to manually breathe in order to keep composure, if that's what it looked like \>I could pay off my rent for the rest of the year, too \>maybe get myself one of those newer cars instead of driving around in my shitty, beat-up Corolla \>No... \>this wasn't the right thing to do at all, even if she was offering, even if she was trying to prove a point \>damn, it hurt to say, considering the only reason my ass was employed at that strip joint was solely for the money **"I- I can't take this, Sherry."** \>my hand barely wanted to touch the flimsy paper, pushing it against fingertips until it was sufficiently on her side of the table \>Sherry had a confident look about her, tail lightly patting against the cushions of the booth while she placed the envelope back in her purse \>"I knew it~" **"Knew what? I'm not just going to take that from someone I just met."** \>"Why not? You could have walked out that door and no one here would have even batted an eye." **"What do you mean? Of course they would."** \>"Take a closer look. Tell me, what do you see when you look into that crowd?" \>her piercing eyes watched over me, observing each detail in whatever "social experiment" she was planning next \>fine, let's get this over with \>I scouted the entire room, full of business men and women of all shapes and sizes \>most of them were either talking about recent investments or laughing it up to jokes that weren't even funny - it was a kind-of surreal you'd see in movies, to say the least \>I sighed, shrugging my shoulders while giving a half-assed assessment **"Some rich, up-tight assholes, I guess. What does that have to do with anything?"** \>"Exactly. All of them are in their own little worlds, thinking about gains and losses. Truth be told, I'm not that different from them." \>I paused, looking back into the vixen's eyes with a small sense of dread \>"But you - you're nothing like that. There are some things in this world money can't buy, if you can believe that." \>Sherry's fingers crept their way across the table to mine until she was able to press into the back of my hand, eventually laying her own hand atop mine \>she was looking into me the entire time, waiting for something to happen \>I was trying to do the same, looking for something I wasn't so sure about - what was it? It felt like... a spark? Passion? \>"Your espresso, sir." the deer came back with two cups, handing one over to you **"Oh. Uhh, thanks."** \>well, that's one way to kill the mood \>"And here is your order, Miss." \>"Thank you." \>"If you need anything else, please, feel free to call us over." \>we both nodded, waiting for the steam to settle on our freshly brewed concoctions - they smelled heavenly, even in the flavor-dense atmosphere \>each of us took turns sipping our drinks, occasionally making eye contact between to gauge our thoughts \>it was almost like a game of chess: seeing what moves your opponent would make depending on the ones you took, and right now, it was a stalemate \>"So, since you asked me about last night, it's my turn to ask some questions of my own." she set the half-filled cup on the counter with a sly look **"Fire away."** \>not like I had much of a choice - she would probably try and pay for this instead of going dutch, too \>"Are you happy doing what you do?" **"You mean like bartending, or what exactly?"** \>"You said it before, 'the cards not being in your favor?' Ring any bells?" \>she was right, yet again, but was I going to tell her that straight to her face? \>the job was simple and some nights were pretty nice - then again, it wasn't the career I'd love to continue for the rest of my life \>even looking back at it, I hesitated when it came to that envelope of money she left on the counter \>was I really that easy to manipulate or did I do it out of a need to survive, taking whatever scraps were fed my way? \>"You and I aren't getting any younger, tiger." she took another sip, looking into the crowd once more with those dagger-like brown eyes \>"The last thing I'd want is for someone like you to 'fade away.'" \>a bit ominous but she had a point **"What are you getting at?"** \>"Well, you know how to make a damn good drink and I'm pretty sure I 'like' you." she chuckled under her breath, "I'm willing to make you an offer you can't refuse." **"And what happens if I do?"** \>"You won't." her lips curled along her muzzle, showing her fangs in a sinister fashion while tapping her claws against the table \>those last two words got my nerves in a bundle and a well of anxiety boiled in my gut... part of me wished it was the coffee speaking \>I pushed the near-finished cup to my side, resting both my arms on the table while leaning forward - my attention was set to full, waiting to hear what the smug vixen's offer was \>"How would you like to work for me?" she said while adjusting her position in the booth, pointing a finger at herself while puffing her chest towards me in a confident manner \>there was a glint in her eyes: a deviousness that tempted me all the way to the bone **"For you, huh?"** \>"Full-time employment, with benefits. The hotel down the street could use a guy like you." \>Sherry looked to the wall as if her vision could see through stone, in the general direction of the nearest hotel I could think of \>there was no way she was serious **"You mean, 'The' Sapphire Crown?"** \>"That's the one." **"You own that building?"** \>"An overwhelming majority of it's shares are under my name, so yes, I would say I own that building." \>she leaned forward to poke my nose with her finger, prompting me to reel back in my aloof state \>my disbelief turned into a cautious stare, looking back and forth between the wall, Sherry, and my lap \>those buildings were far more than some dime-a-dozen hotel chain: they were luxury suites for executives and business folk that frequently traveled, prioritizing mainly in dense cities \>no wonder she chose this place for coffee since it was right nearby, IF she was telling the truth \>hell, that's probably why she knew all the staff by heart \>but she wouldn't just offer the job without something in return, right? **"What's in it for you?"** \>"Oh? And here I thought you weren't the business type." she said with a smirk on her face **"Well it'd hardly be fair. I'd hate to take advantage of someone who's already spent so much on me."** \>"I just want a cute guy like you close-by, that's all... unless, of course, you're offering something in return?" \>Sherry feigned innocence, swaying back and forth in her booth while her tail flicked happily behind \>Shit, fell right into that one. She turned the tables on me without even having to ask it first - was this her plan all along? \>there was nothing of value I could offer to a woman like her, which could only mean one thing \>I was going to have to pay for it with my body \>that was the final option - maybe I could find a way to work this out before jumping to conclusions: I mean, she could be bluffing or maybe the job was too good to be true \>there was still a lot to consider before abandoning a semi-steady career, even if it did suck **"Well, I'm still not sure exactly."** \>she stared at me, pressing against the table with her chest in an effort to elicit a response - that dress could only conceal so much of her cleavage, but when the fabric was stretched- \>"What's the matter, big guy? Cat got your tongue?" \>now my mind was on the fritz \>the only thing I recall was a voice louder than I thought speaking for myself, the words flowing out my mouth as careless and brash as they did **"It's just, I don't know the place and it's a hell of a decision to make: Where would I be staying? What's the bar like? It's a lot to think about, Sherry."** \>her persistence came to an immediate stop \>"Oh. I see." she slumped back into the booth, along with her tail, "Sorry, Nathan." \>it was only a moment before the crowd in back seemed to grow louder, overtaking the silence between the two of us \>the day was also coming to a close: different shades and colors barely visible from the windows inside the bittersweet-scented coffee shop \>guilt tore deep into me, wondering if I could take back what I said, but knowing too well that it was futile **\>"No. It's my fault. I should be the one saying sorry."** \>I looked up to see Sherry's head in a dismissive state, hung low and looking at her lap \>jeez, really fucked that one up \>I never even stepped inside and already I was protesting the- \>suddenly, an idea sprouted like wildfire in my head **"Hey, Sherry."** \>she only raised her head a little to meet eye contact, the somber expression on her muzzle clear what she was thinking \>maybe this would cheer her up.. it was worth a shot, if anything **"How's about you show me around?"** \>I took a second to collect myself - she did the same **"Maybe... Maybe if I get a feel for the place, I could take you up on it. Then, you could get a drink from me whenever you'd like."** \>she paused for a minute, averting her gaze and bringing it back to look directly into my eyes \>another one of her tests but I wasn't going to falter \>"You're not just saying that, are you?" **"I haven't lied to you so far, have I?"** \>"I'd really like that, Nathan." a sincerity in her voice brought me back, as if I was teetering on the edge of a cliff \>fuck that was close **"I can escort you too, if you'd like."** \>she laughed softly to herself, reaching into her purse to pull out her wallet - she left a sizable tip, not like yours, but still a godsend to a minimum wage worker \>"You're cute, you know that?" **"Don't really get that often."** \>"You will, IF you take the job." **"Then I guess you'll really have to convince me."** \>both of us stood up from the table: Sherry immediately came to my side, clinging onto my arm and gently rubbing her fur against my skin \>"Don't worry. I'll think of something, tiger~" \>we headed over to The Sapphire Crown across the street, watching out for the slew of traffic and pedestrians \>Sherry kept as close to me as possible, her saunter occasionally touching my leg with that big tail of hers \>when we reached the entrance, we were immediately greeted by one of the head staff offering to help the vixen with whatever she needed \>she dismissed him formally, saying that she was here on business while gripping onto me tighter - guess she really wasn't lying \>eventually, I got to see the full bar and all the amenities it had to offer: there was no customers around so we had free range of the place \>safe to say it was in excellent shape and a hell of an upgrade from the backwaters I was used to \>there was even some equipment I never used because the shit cost so much \>Sherry watched me, like a kid in a candy store, eyeing up everything I could and describing what they were used for \>I didn't know if she was really interested or just giving me attention, but I was glad to have her authorization \>"Sooo? What do you think?" **"This place is- damn, I don't even know where to start. It's neat and organized and, and there's just so much I could do."** \>"You must really love bartending." **"Yeah. It's a good way to get to know people."** \>"Why don't you go ahead and make something?" **"You sure?"** \>"You don't need my permission. Just make something you think I'd like." \>the limitless options of what I could do here was overwhelming, to put it lightly \>I just started looking at whatever bottles were on the shelf closest and started to pour into a shaker with ice \>a bit of sweet vermouth, a couple shots of fine bourbon, club soda for a little fizz, and a dash of orange liqueur \>it was simple, but I didn't want to overexert myself just yet \>finally, I grabbed a glass and poured the drink, adding two cherries on a spear for color **"It's nothing special, but I think you'll like it."** \>Sherry raised the glass, eyeing me from behind the concoction with a smirk - she took one sip and let out a content sigh \>"You're right. This is pretty good." **"Glad you enjoy it."** \>good thing too, I was afraid of anymore conflict between the two of us \>my natural instincts started taking over, wiping down the equipment I just used in an autonomous fashion \>Sherry continued to sip from the cool glass, watching me the entire time as I performed each meticulous action, or so I thought \>"You know Nathan, I never fully thanked you that night." **"Really, it's nothing."** \>"I mean it." \>she stirred the half-empty drink in a circular motion, watching the crumbled bits of ice that floated in the glass drift and clink \>once finished, I put down my towel and came around the counter, taking a seat on the stool beside the vixen **"Thanks but look Sherry, you've already done so much for me."** \>"That's not what I mean, big guy." \>she took another sip of that sweet drink, then placed it on the counter - the perspiration dripped onto the lacquered wood as the time went by \>"You're sweet. You're also one hell of a flirt." her tail swayed on the stool, almost like the pendulumn on a clock \>"But you're an even bigger tease." \>wait, what **"Wh-What makes you say that?"** \>she came closer, speaking softly at only less than a foot away between our faces \>"The way you look at me, the way you make me feel, even the way you smell..." she took a breath of air, exhaling from her nostrils in a pleasure-drunk tone \>"You like the attention, don't you~? I could tell that night, too." \>it was hard to know from my perspective: sure, the other night was a bit of a show for her, but was I naturally teasing her? \>I was getting cold feet before I even had a chance to react, seeing that expression of hers turn "predator" \>"I don't want to see you get carried away by some other woman," \>she leaned into my ear, whispering in a sultry tone \>"I want you ALL to myself, Nathan." \>those words must have spoken to my inner core, a blend of sexual tension and hesitation kept me from moving - my eyes locked on the vixen's half-lidded gaze, her eyes full of lust and craving for more \>"So what's it going to be, tiger~? Are we going to keep playing around," her teeth pinched my ear, the hot breaths on my skin sending shivers throughout my body, "or should we get some privacy~?" \>all I could muster was a couple short breaths, making a small indent on her fur \>"Mmm, I think I really like you like this~ All cute and pretending to be 'innocent.'" she licked my neck with her smooth tongue, coating it with a thin, warm fluid **"Nnff~"** \>I tried to stifle the sound, barely letting it pass through my teeth to no avail \>"Ooo~" Sherry cooed as her tail flicked rapidly and her body wiggled atop the stool, "Now I KNOW you really want this." \>I watched as she grabbed her drink, finished the rest with a hearty sigh, slammed it on the table, and jumped off her stool \>"Come on~" she beckoned with a flick of her finger, slow and deliberate, coaxing me off my stool and into her clutches once more \>the vixen wasted no time wrapping her arm around mine: this time, she did so with much more vigor, pressing my forearm hard against her chest as she led me to one of the rooms on the first floor \>she pulled out a keycard from her purse and swiped it against a black panel, producing a "beep" and a "clunk" - the door was unlocked without a problem \>the lights immediately flickered on to a room like any other hotel room: big ass bed with large sheets, a standard television, decent bathroom to the side as you walked in \>only difference was the workstation in the corner where a couch normally went - must be for company purposes \>"Feel free to make yourself at home," the vixen said, letting her blue dress fall to the floor, exposing all of her body before me \>goddamn, she didn't look a day over thirty \>she was already making her move while I gawked at the place \>her slim figure was now clear underneath that brown coat of hers with the only difference being the white fur on her belly and chest \>both her breasts hung carelessly in the calm ambience and her nipples were perked up in anticipation of events to come - they had to be C-cups, for sure \>her legs were nothing short of voluptuous, curves leading upward towards a temple of pure bliss \>"You ever been with a woman like me?" her hips swayed from side to side, taking her time to walk past me and lock the door behind \>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle~" she whispered, standing on her toes to give a peck on my cheek \>before she walked by, she locked her hand with mine, fingers intertwined, leading me towards the bed with a confident gait \>I couldn't do much other than follow her lead - my mind was clouded with thoughtlessness, a putty being molded by the vixen's grasp \>once there, she simply pulled my hand down, bringing my head to her level - the dumbstruck expression that still riddled my face was gazing into her passionate eyes, brimming with sexual frustration \>"God, you're too cute~" \>she tilted her head to fix her muzzle against my face, kissing my lips delicately, then with fervor, slipping tongue and exchanging as much saliva as she could \>my body couldn't help but shiver against Sherry's resolve, feeling her flames of passion ignite mine into a whirlwind \>I was getting lost in her, bringing my other hand around the back of her head, holding on for dear life, sinking fingers into that fur of hers \>this only made her want more: she pressed her tongue deeper, letting some of our devotion drip off our chins in a messy display \>then she stepped forward, leaning her body closer and closer until my legs were at the foot of the bed, knocking the both of us onto the sheets with a soft thud \>Sherry chuckled slyly, continuing her assault, moaning hot breaths in-between and keeping my hand locked in a vice-like grip \>her other hand crawled over my body, taking its time to feel my features until it rested above my crotch, squeezing the tight pants and confirming a definite bulge underneath \>"I think someone's got naughty thoughts~" \>a devious grin appeared on her face: her hand rubbed over the protrusion, back and forth, causing my body to arch and ache in her clutches \>it felt so good... but I was still confused - did I want this? To be taken by a vixen in heat? \>that consistent friction against my hardened member coaxed a word that I uttered between moans: soft, yet clear as day **"...yes."** \>Sherry ceased everything she was doing, looking at the panting body that laid beneath her \>she bit her lip, letting out a sly chuckle between breaths: she pressed one of her hands against her breast, teasing a perked nipple, and the other on her nethers, circling around her button \>"Mmm~ Say it again, Nathan~" **"Yes."** \>she hastened herself, pressing deeper into her flesh and fur \>"Mmff~ SUCH a good boy~ Again." **"YES, SHERRY!"** \>"MMFF GOD I want to ride that cute face of yours so HARD!" \>she stopped playing with herself to hunch her body over mine, putting both her hands beside my head and pressing her forehead against mine \>"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" \>call it fear, hesitation, or whatever else I could possibly muster, looking into her eyes only revealed a beast that was reveling in their own pleasure - my body was in a state of panic \>and it chose to accept its fate **"Yes."** \>"Good boy~" \>she adjusted both her knees above my shoulders, straddling her wet flesh mere inches from my face \>"Now, do a good job and I'll make sure to give you a treat afterwards~" \>the heat radiated off her body onto mine: small tufts of fur on the edges of her thighs brushed my cheeks, and a string of wet lust dripped onto my chin \>she lowered herself, pushing those folds against my lips, pressing her button against my nose, moaning out my name in a cry of ecstasy while slowly grinding back and forth \>"Nathaahhnn~ Oh fuck me~" \>her scent was inside my nostrils, my mouth, and my mind while her heavenly mixture of love flowed onto an obedient tongue, working to please the vixen above \>Sherry quaked to the stimulation of her honey pot, only able to let out labored breaths \>"Ahh~ Mmff~ Ahhh! Yes~ Oh God, yesss~" \>she changed her rhythm, pressing harder and faster against my face: one hand sunk her claw into the bed while the other continued to massage her breast, lost in her own bliss \>her thighs moved closer together, threatening to crush my head, and the constant slap of wet flesh only made breathing more difficult \>"Nathan! I'm- Ahh~ So close~!" \>my mind was determined to continue but my body was refusing, shaking my right arm against the sheets to try and signal the lust-crazed woman \>it didn't stop: she was too focused on reaching that climax, all while my vision seemed to tunnel around me \>this is how I go out, huh? \>her hips bucked over and over, mashing my face in a mess of sexual fluids and sweat - she was curling her toes right before- \>"AHH~ Ahh! Ahh GOD, yes-OH FUCK!" \>Sherry pushed herself off, lifting her legs as high as they could before adjusting herself to the side of the bed \>I tried to speak at first, coughing up a storm before I could even get a word in \>"Ohmygosh, are you okay? I'm sorry! I-" **"It's okay. I'm alright. It's okay.."** \>I did my best to reassure her, taking that time so we could both catch our breaths, more-so for my sake \>damn, that was too close for comfort \>not even a minute went by before she chirped again, her voice sounding meek and frail as if she had committed a great sin \>"A-Are you sure..?" **"Yeah, Sherry. I'm okay now."** \>"Okay." her ears relaxed themselves, a solemn look was painted over her muzzle \>"I just.. I got lost in that feeling and- and I-" \>I leaned over to kiss Sherry on the lips, which caused her to completely stop her train of thought - pretty sure she was also blushing **"It's okay, I promise."** \>maybe a kiss after a fresh bath in vixen juice wasn't the best timing, but she didn't seem to mind \>"Thank you, Nathan." she slowly shifted herself on the bed towards me, this time with a kiss of her own, soft and serene \>my body returned the favor in earnest, feeling that muzzle connect with me like a clasp, containing our moans and short breaths \>we did nothing but sit on the edge of the bed and make out for what seemed to be an eternity, pulling each other in a loving embrace \>my hands explored her body: all the contours and curves on her thighs and waist, digging into her back, wanting more of her \>her fingers were more delicate: reaching underneath my shirt to feel my abs and shoulders, gently grazing her claws on my skin, and squeezing my ass on two or three instances \>I honestly forgot to count \>by the time we realized, it already turned to night, the window curtains held most of the passing lights and sounds from the outside world \>we both pulled back from our passionate kiss for a moment - I took that time to pull out my phone \>9:34 p.m. \>Sherry looked at the phone with me, turning to a bittersweet expression when I put the phone back in my pocket \>"Nathan?" **"Yeah?"** \>I glossed over her figure, reading her body language as best as I could - she seemed upset, but... why? **"Hey, what's wrong?"** \>she took a deep breath, contemplating what to say before she spoke \>"I just want to say I'm sorry. For all of this. You're a really, really good guy." \>I was about to say something, but she continued \>"I know I shouldn't be manipulating you into this job, especially with sex, and I feel pretty awful about it, honestly." \>"It's just that guys like you are hard to come by, and a older woman like me, well..." \>"You're.. not going to leave, are you?" \>the tone of her voice was on the verge of breaking, tears visible in her eyes **"Sherry."** \>"I'm fine if you feel the way you do, I just-" **"Hey. Listen."** \>I took her hands into mine, gripping tight enough to stop her from continuing that downward spiral of self-pity **"I know that things weren't 'as planned,' but, I still had a good time with you. Hell, I've had more fun than I've had in a long while."** **"That doesn't mean I'm just going to leave. "** \>"B-But you were just looking at your phone." **"I just wanted to see the time. We still got all night, remember?"** \>Sherry's eyes glistened, a faint smile on that sniffling muzzle of hers broke through the sorrow she felt **"I really wasn't going to admit it, but I uhh, kind of enjoyed 'this.'"** \>my finger pointed back and forth between the both of us - she looked completely shocked to hear that, coming from the guy who almost drowned in pussy, literally \>"You- You really mean it?" **"Yeah, and maybe, we could do this again. Just, you know, a little more carefully."** \>she giggled at the last sentence, hunching her shoulders like she was guilty on all accounts **"So, what do you say? Deal?"** \>she wiped her eyes with a smile on her face, then locked her fingers with mine \>"How's about we get you cleaned up first, tiger?" \>she was most likely right, even if I couldn't tell - I probably smelled like nothing but fox taint \>Sherry got up from the bed, leading me with her hand towards the bathroom \>"Don't worry, I'll be REAL gentle~" \>Ah shit... 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