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>Working as a groomer in a part of town with a larger than normal anthro population isn't an easy job, but damn does it pay the bills with all the tips you get from happy clients

>You never even anticipated working this gig for longer than a few months, you sent a bunch of applications out to random places after getting your, in retrospect, completely worthless degree in interpretive folk dancing and this place just so happened to be the first one merciful enough to give you an interview

>Yet here you are two years after that fated interview, cutting fur like no one's business and taking fat wads of shampoo scented cash home everyday

>Sure all your friends thought you were gay for working at a salon, but hey, fuck'em!

>You finish up the styling on one of your regular clients, wishing her a safe trip home before staring at the clock

>04:55, just a few minutes before closing time and a strongly anticipated rendezvous with your bed at home, a regretful binge watch of the hottest new show on notflix last night the cause of your unusually tired eyes

>You begin disinfecting and putting your instruments away but the door chime at the entrance rings

>In walks a 7 foot tall middle aged brown bear woman wearing a thin sun dress, her thick fur long and slightly unkempt

>You gulp as you view the thick coffee colored coat on this ursine woman and walk up to the entrance, wishing the entire time all she wants is a quick trim job

>"Welcome, what can we do for you today?"

>please just be a quick trim please just be a quick trim please just be a quick trim

>"Oh hello, I was hoping to get the full treatment, the one advertised on the sign out there? I'm not too late am I?"

>You know the sign she's talking about, it was put up for the salon's summer special, a fur trim and styling, wash, and a manicure at the end

>All for a price you aren't sure how the business made any money on.

>Well she did technically enter the store within business hours and according to company policy you're required to fulfill her request, looks like the date with your mattress will have to wait a while longer

>"No, we can still do it, why don't you take a seat over there?" You point to your empty station

>"Oh excellent, I hope I'm not too much of a bother coming in so late." She states with what could only be described as subtly hidden glee, odd

>Your only other coworker finishes up cleaning up her station and passes you on the way out, the young human giving you a mischievous smile before opening her mouth

>"Good luck anon, be safe on the drive on the drive home since it'll be midnight before you get out of here."

>"Tell me about it, I'll be more coffee than man tomorrow morning."

>You exchange goodbyes before walking back to your station, the bear woman sitting patiently in the padded seat, hands on her lap

>You retrieve your grooming instruments and decide to make some idle conversation while getting your things ready

>"So, you ever been here before?"

>“Oh yes, plenty of times, though I don't seem to recall seeing a handsome young man like you working here before."

>You smile, the polite compliments from older women usually came after they saw what you did to their coats, but you don't mind if she's a little early on the trigger

>"I only work Sunday through Thursday, you probably come in some other time."

>"That explains it, I usually come here Friday after work but with work being so hectic recently I can't do that anymore."

>“Well Sunday is a good time to drop by, we usually aren't that busy."

>She looks around the empty salon, brown eyes taking in all the empty chairs

>"You don't say, but to be honest I like this salon in particular for its employees."

>"Oh thanks, we do have the best service around if our customer reviews are to be believed."

>"Yes you do have excellent customer service, but what I like the most is that they employee so many humans here, they make the best groomers."

>You pause for a brief moment at the strangeness of her statement

>Sure, some clients had a preferred groomer or set of groomers, but a whole species? That's a little outside the norm.

>"Oh, uhh, ya, I guess there are a lot of us here. Some anthros say we have a better eye for color than most other species. Canines especially."

>"Well, I don't know about that, but what I like the most are your soft fingers, so supple and agile, it's incredibly relaxing when a human runs their fingers through thick fur like mine. And you don't have to worry about claws poking you when they get into some of the more tender places."

>You chuckle nervously, what game was she playing here?

>"Well ma'am I'm sure by the end of today your coat will be softer than my fingers could ever hope to be."

>She turns her head to look at you, a devious look in her dark eyes

>"I guess we'll just have to see about that when you're done, now won't we?"

>"I uhh, guess we will." You stammer out, unsure of whatever implication it is you just agreed to

>Staying silent to prevent any more awkward conversation, you get your scissors ready but notice her earrings

>"Sorry ma'am, but could you remove your earrings for me? I don't want them getting in the way of the scissors."

>"You can call me Charlotte sweetie, enough of this ma'am business. And unfortunately I can't because, well…"

>She raises her hand to you, her claws clearly being a little too overgrown for her fingers to make the fine movements needed to remove them

>"I see, guess that's why you wanted the full treatment huh? I can remove them for you if you wish."

>"Nothing would make me happier."

>You put your scissors down and place a couple fingers on the back of the earring, you're about to pull the backing off when her ear suddenly flicks forward

>"Sorry about that, my ears tend to flick when something touches them, involuntary reflexes. You can just grab them to keep them still."

>Odd, most anthros seemed perfectly capable of stopping their ears from flicking when you were around them

>You place two fingers on her fuzzy ear and remove the earring's backing, you can't help but notice a dreamy look appear on her face the second your digits grasp her cartilage

>You repeat the process for the other ear and pick up your scissors, silently getting to work on trimming her head

>You're just about done turning her furry face into a masterpiece when she suddenly lowers the shoulders of her sundress, sizable cleavage now plainly visible

>"Sweetie, when you get my arms done do you think you could get my lower neck too?"

>Something of an odd request, most anthros would prefer to trim fur that low themselves but fine, you typically got a bigger tip for doing it anyway

>"It would be my pleasure."

>You didn't mean for your response to sound so suggestive, it just kind of came out that way.

>Her arms trimmed you now move to her shoulders and neck, taking incredible care not to stare down her cleavage or at her plump breasts, their round softness proving a strong lure for your gaze

>Out of the corner of your eye you spot a sly grin appear on Charlotte's face when you gradually work lower and lower on her chest, you're almost certain she's pulling her dress slightly further down every time you look away to clean your scissors

>Trimming complete, it was now time to wash her fur

>You recline her chair and turn it so her upper body was now above your station's sink

>You deposit a sizable dollop of hair product onto your hand and suddenly remember what she said about supple human hands, oh god, here we go, no stopping now

>You place yourself beside her head and wet her hair before beginning, the irony that you were literally making her wet was not lost on you

>Her fur sufficiently moist, you slowly move your hand over to her head and begin lathering, her eyes closing again and a soft smile appearing on her dark droopy lips

>The process is thankfully quick and straightforward, as long as you ignore the pleasured moans coming from her large diaphragm and smile gradually growing larger as your hands move through her silky coat

>With her head, arms, and neck covered in bubbly suds you slowly rinse her off, renewed fur now gaining a healthy shine and more vibrant color

>You get the towel out to dry her off but her hand shoots up and grabs your wrist

>"Honey, you think you could give me another pass with the shampoo? An older bear like me needs as much volume as she can get."

>If the amount of fluff she had when she walked in was any indication she most definitely didn't need the extra volume, but then again maybe she was just being self-conscious, and this is hardly the first time someone has made this request

>"Sure, but it'll be an extra charge."

>"You can charge me as much as you want. As. Much. As. You. Want." She says, a seductive tone in her voice and sultry look in her eyes

>Her paw tightens against your wrist as she waits for you to respond, in fact you're worried if you don't say something quickly she may just jump up and have her way with you right here and now

>"Tell you what, for you? It's on the house."

>Her paw releases your wrist

>"Thanks sweetie."

>You wash her fur once more, the moans becoming less subtle with every movement of your hands

>Once again you get the towel out and this time she refrains from requesting another wash, you wipe down her soft fur and then blow dry it to finish, noticing a sizable increase in it's softness and volume, good lord she must have felt better than the cuddliest of teddy bears

>"Okay Charlotte, the nail trimming and coloring is next, what color of nail polish do you want?"

>She places a hand on the bottom of her muzzle as she thinks, after several seconds she finally comes up with a response

>"I want something erotic"

>"…Excuse me?"

>She stares into your eyes, her gaze intimate yet fierce

>"I said, something erotic. Something that elevates a woman to the point that any young bachelor simply can't resist her. Something that lights a fire in both their hearts, ending with the kind of love that has to be cleaned up with a mop and bucket."

>She moves her head closer to your own and puts a clawed hand on your shoulder, you can feel every exhale from her shiny black nose

>"You know what kind of color that is, don't you?"

>Your heart races, you blink nervously, your brain comes up with a default response

>"R-red?" The word barely leaves your mouth

>She gives a devilish grin before responding

>"Red should be nice, but what shade of red are you going to use?"

>Fuck, you barely know the names of any of those esoteric shades that all look too similar to one another, but you do know one that seems to be a favorite among clients

>"Scarlet red?"

>"Do you like scarlet red?"

>You shake your head in an affirmative, mind too frazzled to question why she wanted your personal opinion

>"Then scarlet red it is."

>She finally moves her head away from yours and places it back onto the padded headrest of the chair, a satisfied smile on her maw

>Deep breaths anon, you'll get through tonight with most of your limbs intact if you're lucky

>You both move to a nail station and you sit down across from her, she presents a clawed hand and you receive it, your palm behind her fingers and thumb in front

>First things first, you really need to file down those massive curved claws of hers

>But when it comes to anthros they tend to be pretty touchy about their own sharpness and length, mothers may want short and dull to prevent errant scratches on their babes while a soldier may want long and sharp for obvious reasons

>"Length and sharpness Charlotte?"

>"Moderate length, but sharp as you can make them"

>Not the most common combo but okay

>You get the roughest file you have on hand and get to work, eventually turning her finger mounted daggers into moderately sized claws, sharp as what your tools will allow and ending in a deadly looking point

>You then get the nail polish out and paint all 10 of her newly sharpened claws in several coats of bright red scarlet, the paint shining vibrantly against the overhead lights by the time you're done

>"The paint will dry in around 5 minutes, try not to touch anything with your claws until then. With that complete we're all done here. You can walk up with me to the front and we can-“

>"Not so fast! Do you have a full body mirror around here? I want to survey your work before we discuss payment."

>Discuss payment? Lady you ordered the summer special, there's nothing to discuss

>"Sure, there's one right over here."

>The two of you walk over to a mirror mounted to one of the salons walls

>She strikes a few poses while looking herself over and running fingers through her soft brown fur, her face staying in a neutral expression the whole time, eventually she presents her palm to you and speaks

>"Hand"

>"What?"

>"You said my fur would be softer than your hand by the time you were done. Now give me your hand" She commands

>You place your hand on hers and she grabs it, rubbing it on the side of her muzzle

>"I don't know anon, I think your hand is softer than the fur up here, but what about…"

>She drags your hand lower on her body, across her cheek, down the neck, stopping right on the cusp of one of her breasts

>"You're still softer, it's not looking good for you anon, but maybe a little lower…"

>Your hand is dragged under her dress and onto her breast, your pants now struggling to contain the growing erection within

>You take the initiative and squeeze her breast with your hand, a moan equal parts surprise and pleasure escaping her lips

>"Charlotte, I think you got me beat there."

>She chuckles, “Oh you little scamp, you, trying to flatter a woman twice your age."

>She removes your hand from under her dress playfully pinches your cheek but in the process lightly brushes one of her claws against your skin

>Thankfully it was a dull side

>"Oh no!" she closes the small distance between the two of you, a look of exaggerated worry on her face

>"It looks like I got nail polish all over your face! Oh god it's everywhere! Maybe if I…"

>She licks a thumb and rubs it on your cheek, her halfhearted attempt at cleaning the small stain off only succeeding in giving your cheek a large but faint scarlet smudge

>"Oh I've really done it now, but maybe if I…"

>With only the briefest of warnings she opens her maw and licks half your face with a large soft tongue, bear saliva now coating your more photogenic side

>She looks down at you, her breathing a little faster and eyes a little fiercer than you had seen them before, a provocative look on her face entrapping your gaze

>Despite her words forming an apology her tone was anything but apologetic, "I think I got it all anon, I hope you can forgive me for that. So sorry. Now if I could just check the quality of your last bit of work, just one final little thing…"

>Your chest feels cooler than normal, you break the stare into her dark eyes and look down just in time to see a finely sharpened claw finish slicing the front of your shirt

>You decide to mask your next words with the sound of genuine aggravation, you know what you want, she knows what she wants, but you decide to play her game a little while longer

>“Charlotte, this shirt was expensive. Very expensive. Genuine silk!"

>"Well then anon, guess that you deserve a REALLY big tip…" her words practically drip with barely hidden lust

>She slowly moves her head closer to yours as she speaks

>"I don't have much money on me, but maybe, if you could accept some other form of payment, I could…“

>The military would call your next move a preemptive strike

>Your head shoots up to meet hers as you plant a sloppy kiss on her lips, when her surprise wears off she returns the act with twice the ferocity

>Now covered in each other's saliva, you break off the kiss and look her in the eye

>"Charlotte, forget about tips, I'll give you the whole thing"

>The look in her eye tells you the date with your mattress wasn't going to happen tonight

>Also that she wasn't lying about the mop and bucket