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It's that time of the week again. And it's one of my favorites, too.

It's that time of the day where I stay up much later to cross the bridge for twenty minutes, all to go to a strip club. Not just any strip club, either. Specifically only this one, because my favorite husky is there. He also doesn't have to be dancing on the stage as well. As long as I got to see him, then that's fine. Besides, he has other friends I could watch as well, like the German Shepherd that dresses up as a cop most of the time. He gets me going sometimes. Overall, I'm in a pretty good strip club, surrounded by friends, and I don't have to get hit on if I don't want to. I like it.

I'm kinda surprised that this hasn't happened sooner. I am considered the most sexually active one in my friend group, considering my list of flings and boyfriends that never really went anywhere. I guess strip clubs hadn't been my thing until lately. Either way, I'm not surprised that this is where I ended up, and I'm pretty sure that this won't come as a surprise to my friends either.

Right now, I'm going home with said stripper husky in his car because he's gonna ride me home. As usual. It has become a habit to the point where he doesn't ask anymore. I am the type to feel a little guilty at some points, but I can't go wrong with free rides to places. Either way, he beckons me over to the car and I get inside. The quiet is a refreshing relief from all the loud music.

"Is there somewhere you wanna go?" Eric asks. "Before I drive you home?"

I put on my seat belt. "No, not really. But if there's somewhere you wanna go, then I'm down."

"I don't feel like going other places either," Eric says as he starts up the engine. "All right. We're getting you home."

Eric drives us up the bridge and I watch the city lights on the other side of the bridge, more relaxed more than I have ever been for the past week. That's why I love going here. Well, among other things.

"By the way, who's that guy who was giving the birthday girl the lap dance?" I ask.

Back at the strip club, a weasel was celebrating her birthday there. As a gift of some sort, the stripper of her choice gives her a special dance. Said stripper of choice was a hyena dressed as a soldier. He brings her to the stage, lets her sit on the chair and goes to town. A lot of things happened that I don't remember, but what I'm sure of is that the weasel didn't waste any time groping the guy.

"The hyena?" Eric asks. "His name's Trevor. We just call him Trev for short. Why?"

"I don't know. I feel like having him for my birthday, too."

"Oh." Eric laughs. "Yeah, he gets asked for a lot for women's birthday parties. All the time. None of us knows why. There's just something about him, I guess."

"Do any other of you guys get called for special occasions?"

"Well, none that I could think of. Trev is probably the only one who's consistent with what people want from him."

"Man, it must suck to not be wanted."

He gives me a look. A smile spreads across his face. "You better not be implying what I think you're implying."

"I'm not saying anything. But the results speak for themselves."

"You seem to be forgetting that I'm the one driving here," he says. "I could always turn back and make you walk on your own."

"Oh, you definitely can." I make myself comfortable in the chair. "But that doesn't prove me wrong now, does it?"

Eric sighs. "All right. You win this time, Danny."

I pump my fist at that. "Yes!"

"You will regret this. Remember that."

"Oh yeah, I'm so scared."

He sighs, shaking his head. "You better be."

I lean in his direction, giving him an innocent smile. "Aw, come on, honey. Don't be so sour. You know I love you, even if you're not the best at what you do."

He chuckles. "All right, sugar. You're laying it on thick, this time."

"Ugh. Oh god, anything but that."

"Sugar?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"It's nothing. I had a one-night stand with a guy once. He kept calling me sugar the whole time, and..." I shudder. "God."

"Was he that bad?"

"No. He was good, actually. It's just that..." I brush him off. "It's a long story."

"Well, we have a long ride."

I look at the bridge and at the city on the other side of it. It is pretty far. I sigh. "Do you really wanna know?"

"Is it that bad?"

"No, but it's kinda boring."

"Well, we gotta have something to pass the time."

"You really want to know what happened, do you?"

Eric shrugs. "I do. But do you want to tell it?"

I look at him, then at the city in the distance, then at the window outside. I suppose it won't hurt.

"Yeah, I want to," I say.

***

I close the bedroom door and look around as he walks over to the other side of the bed. I cross my arms, hoping I would shrink into myself to avoid everything all around me. This bedroom isn't that bad. It's tidy, and I could tell that he has been taking great care of his bedroom and the rest of the apartment as a whole. But from the decaying walls of the bedroom and the wet spots on the ceiling, I could tell only so much can be done about this place.

I'm not expecting anything grand, really, especially since I've seen the neighborhood we're in right now. Decrepit buildings, walls with graffiti, homeless people everywhere I look. I've barely seen anyone in the streets, but I'm scared someone might come up and mug me at any moment. I sigh. I'd really do everything for a one-night stand, it seems.

My friends aren't really wrong when they said I think too much with what's between my legs. And this is probably gonna be the example they use if I tell them. I was sitting at a bar, and a hyena caught my attention. I went over to him and had a chat. I could tell that he's bad news, and I have walked away from guys like him before. But he's handsome, and I felt a little lonely there. Now I'm here, and I can't leave because I feel unsafe outside, so I guess I'm stuck here for the rest of the night.

You really love learning things the hard way, do you? I think.

I turn to the hyena that brought me here. He's sitting on the side of the bed that's facing the window. He takes off his denim jacket, revealing a tight muscle shirt underneath. He's muscular, I'll give him that, and the denim jacket didn't hide that. The muscles in his arms tighten as he grips the bed and I feel myself going. He's hot, at least. So, with a sigh, I lock the door and get on the bed.

"Cozy apartment you got here," I say.

The hyena gives me a side-eye. Then he laughs, the tone as smug as the grin on his face. "Now, where have I heard that before? Come on, Sugar. You can try harder than that."

Sugar. That's the name he kept calling me ever since we met. Guys have called me nicknames before, but I made my boundaries clear. This guy just ignored that and kept calling me by his nickname of choice, probably because he thinks I couldn't resist the chance of getting fucked by him, so here he keeps calling me that. Should've left then and there, but I didn't, so I'm here, and he can call me however he likes.

I wonder if that's what he calls the other people he fucks.

I shrug, smiling innocently. "Sorry. Looks like I'm clearly dealing with someone so experienced."

He chuckles, amused. "Heard that one too."

I shrug again then I crawl over to him. As I do, he rolls his head. "You were quite the storyteller back there, Sugar," he says. "Got me for a loop there."

"I like stories," I say, sliding my hands around his body. One goes up his chest and the other down to his pants. I press against his crotch as I nuzzle his neck. "It keeps me company on those long, lonely nights."

He tilts his head to the side so his cheek is touching my muzzle. He smiles. "Am I one of your stories?"

"Well, that's for us to find out." I unbutton his pants and slide my hand down his crotch. Slowly, I rub it back and forth. It twitches a bit, and I smile at that. I continue on for quite a while until I pull down his boxers as well, and his manhood comes out. It's quite big, and pretty thick, too. I wrap my arms around the base and stroke him. I almost stop halfway when I feel metal in my palm. That almost makes me laugh and I don't know why.

"Well, speaking of stories," I say, fondling his piercings. "I would love to know how you got these."

The hyena hums to himself. "A fuck-buddy years ago. He had piercings all over. Had two on his dick. He wanted me to get one and wouldn't stop pestering me about it, so I did."

"I bet you didn't cry like a big boy."

He looks at me. "Oh? Are you trying to say something?"

"Nothing, of course," I coo in his ear. "But tell me, what was it like taking him from behind?"

"Ah, I see how it is."

Before I could react, he grabs me with both hands and spins me around until I'm sitting on his lap. I'm a bit dazed by how fast he does it, and I squeal at that. That seems to get him going, judging by how much his dick is twitching.

"You tryna talk shit about me?" the hyena says. "Is that what this is?"

"Whoops," I say. "Sorry, I just can't help it. I just say what I see, that's all."

"Is that so?"

He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. I raise my hands in the air and he slides the shirt off my arms. He tosses it aside and I make a note to remember where he tossed it. The hyena then grabs my arms tight and leans forward. He nibbles on my neck and I shudder at the touch. He bites it, licks it, kisses it, and I try my best not to moan out. It doesn't last long because he pulls back with a grin.

"You taste good, Sugar," he says. "Smell good too."

"And what do I smell like?" I ask.

"Fox. And wolves, tigers, stags." He presses his nose against my chest and takes a deep breath. "Someone's been making his rounds."

"And why do you know what they smell like?"

He chuckles, almost insultingly. He then wraps his around my back and pulls me closer to him. "You wanna find out?"

"Of course." I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean in. We kiss, and I could taste the beer on his lips. I press myself against him and he pulls me closer. I tilt my head and close my eyes, thrusting my crotch against his cock. Then his tongue brushes against my lips. It goes on for a few more times and I open my mouth. I grasp for his shirt and pull at it. The hyena gets the idea and raises his arms. We break off the kiss so I could take his shirt off and I take the time to look at his chest. As I take his shirt off, I slide up my hand up his abs and his chest.

"Goddamn," he says. "You're pretty good at this."

I chuckle. "Thank you. I had practice."

"Good." The hyena's hands slide down my waist and grasp my butt. I watch as he slowly leans forward to nibble on my shoulder. "Would be a shame if you can't keep up."

Before he could do anything else, I place my palm against his chest and push him as hard as I could. He goes down without a fight and we fall down on the bed together. The hyena lets out a surprised grunt and I use the time to grab his arms and put him over his head. He chuckles, amused.

"Feisty," he says.

"You won't get me that easily," I say.

He smiles at me. We both know he could just overpower me. With one move, he could roll over and pin me to the bed. But he's not gonna do that. He likes to see me think that I have power over him. Well, two can play at that game, so I grin at him and lean closer. I kiss him, and this time, I slide my tongue into his mouth. He doesn't put up much of a fight, so I don't try too much. I slide my arms down his arms and down his chest and he kept his arms there. I then pull back and he lets out a breath. He chuckles, and I smile at him before turning around and getting off the bed.

I kneel and down and get closer to his manhood. I press my nose against it and take a deep breath. It has a strong masculine scent to it, and I already want to do things to it. But I hold myself back so slowly lick it from base to tip. That gets a soft groan out of it. I get up a bit more, so my mouth is touching the tip. I wrap my hand around the base and start stroking while I continue licking.

"Careful there, Sugar," he says. "Might choke 'ya."

I look up at him to see him staring back at me, still with that smug grin on his face. I give him a look and I take him in. Slowly, I put all of him in my mouth until my nose is touching his fur. Then I pull back and do it again. He's big, I'll give him that, but I've done this with guys just as big as him before. He's just the first to be really cocky about it.

I start putting my tongue into it, and he groans. He does it softly, though, and he sounds like he's pleased with himself more than anything. I keep sucking him, slowly moving my head back and forth, as slow as I could. It takes a while, but I feel him ever so slightly thrusting into my mouth. I still keep the same pace until he's pushing his hips against me. I hold him down and pick up the pace. Time passes by and he gasps and moans. I feel a little good at that. I keep going faster and faster until the hyena gets up and pulls me away from his cock.

"All right. That's enough," he says.

He caresses my cheek, and I nuzzle his hand. He seems to know what I'm trying to do because he's having none of it. With a tug on my arm, I crawl on the bed on top of him again. He holds my waist to keep me in place, then he unbuttons my pants. He slides it down and I help and kick it off. I pull my boxers down a little so my dick is out as well. The hyena grabs me and pulls me closer to him, a little too forcefully that it catches me by surprise. He laughs at that.

"What'd ya say back at the bar?" he says. "Something about keeping your guard up on the likes of me?"

I chuckle back at him. "I figured with how many dangerous people I have to deal with, I could afford to let my guard down on someone not so intimidating."

The hyena slides his hands under my boxers, both pulling it down and grasping my butt. "Is that so?"

He pulls me in again and this time I'm prepared for it. I open my mouth and we kiss again. I press my body against his, my dick against his. Feeling the muscles of his chest and his abs touching my body makes me want more. Makes me want it stronger. So I thrust against him, and eventually I grab hold of both of our manhoods and stroke him. I moan and he moans. It goes on and on until I pull back to catch my breath. While I do, I take off his pants.

"You really want this, huh?" the hyena says in exasperation.

"Well, you can never be too sure about what I want," I say as I drop his pants.

"What do you want?"

What do I want, I think. Funny. I've been asking myself the same thing for a while now.

"What was it that you said back at the bar?" I ask, crawling on top of him again. "That you can tell what people want just by looking at them?"

He's smirking now. "I know what you want, Sugar."

"Oh? What do I want?"

"Don't have to say it if it speaks for itself."

He reaches down to our cocks and wraps his hand around mine. He strokes us, slowly. I feel myself throbbing and I feel his, too. "See?" he says.

"Well, if you know what I want so much, then why can't you just give it to me?"

"You gotta work for it, Sugar."

I lean forward to nibble his ear a bit. "The way I see it, I gotta take it myself."

I start thrusting again while he strokes the both of us with my hand. He does it slowly, deliberately. To get me weak on my knees, begging for him to go faster. So I grind against him as well. If I'm gonna be honest, I'm starting to lose myself in the moment. I want nothing more than to give in and beg for him to fuck me already, but it's no fun if I do that, especially with a guy like this hyena right here, with his tough guy attitude and his tough guy fashion choices. They like their partners begging, needing for them in bed. If I can't get what I want here, then neither can he.

As we continue to do what we're doing. Our hands explore each other. My hand made its way up his chest and pressed against it. He seems to like that. His hand makes its way around my waist, then he sneakily slides it down my ass. The hyena squeezes it, then places his hand between the cheeks. That's when I feel something prodding against my asshole.

"All right there, mister," I say. "If there's something I don't want, it's getting my ass hurt."

"Coulda fooled me. You look like you want me to hurt you bad." He slaps my butt hard enough for it to sting a little. "All right. Scoot over. I'm gonna grab the lube."

I get off of him and he gets off the bed to grab some lube. As he searches his drawers, I make myself comfortable on the bed. I grab some of his pillows and put them beside me so I could have something to hug. As I press my head against the pillow, my nose catches a scent. I bring the pillow closer to me and I sniff it. It smells of fox. I chuckle to myself. I wonder if he chose to fuck me no matter what I could've said or did. I sure hope not. This lovely personality I built up for years now shouldn't be wasted because I'm a fox.

The hyena comes back, with a bottle of lube in hand. He puts some lube on his hand and he rubs it. He then gets on the bed and I spread my legs so he can sit between them. The hyena then places the tip of his fingers back at my asshole and I shiver at the touch.

"Should I go slow?" he asks. "Might break ya'."

"I'd like to see you try," I say.

He smirks, and with that, he slides it in. I make myself relax as he slides it in, slides it out, then slides it in deeper. He keeps doing that again and again until he fits the whole of his two fingers inside of me. It feels good and I almost moan.

"You're doing pretty good," I say. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you--"

An intense wave of pleasure rushes through me, and I break for a second. I moan, hands grasping the pillows and thrusting myself against his hand. I'm panting already. I look up at the hyena and he has that smug grin on his face again.

"What was that?" he says. "Thought I'd heard something."

He fingers my prostate again and again, and it's too much for me. I try to keep it in, but I'm aware of how I look because the hyena's grin grew wider.

"What? No witty comebacks this time? Come on, Sugar, you can do better than that."

He adds another finger, then another. He keeps massaging my prostate and I can't take it anymore. It is overwhelming, but I still do my best to keep it cool. But the seconds drag on for too long and the minutes much longer. I just wish I could get rid of that grin off of the hyena's face.

After eternity, the hyena pulls his hands back. Before I could get up, he already has the tip of his dick against my asshole. I sigh, wanting it inside me more than anything.

"Think you can take it?" he says.

Panting and my mind clouded, I say, "Bring it."

With that, he thrusts in. I feel a bit uncomfortable, but I do my best to relax. He slowly thrusts in and out, and I try to get used to it. Then he slides all the way in and I feel full. He then he pulls out, then he goes back in again. I stifle a moan, but at this point, it's a losing battle. It feels good, and I sink into the bed. The hyena crawls on top of me and thrusts and grinds afterward. He keeps the pace, then he goes faster and faster. I can't help it anymore. Before I know it, I'm moaning loudly, pleading and begging for him to go faster. He grins, taunting me as he thrusts in. It goes like that for what feels like hours.

I can't do it anymore. I can't keep pretending anymore. It feels too good. He feels too good. All I could think about was how it feels good and how I want him to go faster, harder. As for the hyena, he just looks at me with that smile. He knows. He knows from the beginning that I was only playing the part and he knows he could make me beg for him like he always wanted, and I'm finally begging and needing him. And I love every second of it.

I don't know when we came, but we did, and it was intense. It's the best I have had in a while, to the point that I'm left panting in the bed from the afterglow. The hyena pulls out and crashes on the bed beside me. I feel content, happy as I stare at the ceiling. It lasts for a minute before I chuckle.

"All right. That was pretty good."

He doesn't answer. I turn to him.

"Hey. Fox got your tongue?"

He still doesn't answer. I get up to look over at him, to see him sleeping. The disappointment I feel at that moment is almost enough to ruin the afterglow and I crash back on the bed with a huff. I face away from him, toward the wall.

"It's not like this has happened before," I say to the wall. "In fact, he was the better than some of the guys I had."

The wall doesn't answer back and I sigh. Now that my dick isn't there to cloud my judgment, I let things sink in again. I'm in a bad neighborhood, and I can't go out unless I wake him up and convince him to drive me back at this hour. I then think back to the hyena and his general personality ever since I met him at the bar. Normally, I would've been turned off. But for some reason, one look at him and I was thinking about what he'd be like in bed. I wonder if it's because he's a hyena.

"What do you want?"

That question pops up in my head, and it bounces around in there for a bit. I think about it, and I sigh, shaking my head. "I don't know," I say again to the wall. Before I knew it, tears were flowing down my face. I curl in on myself and cry.

"I wish I knew," I say.

I cry for some more, with no one to hear me but the wind outside, and maybe the city if I'm lucky. But they're just gonna listen because that's all they could do. I cry until I don't feel like it anymore. Then I turn around and wrap my arm around the hyena. I rest my head on his shoulder and hold him tight, hoping I could get some sleep tonight.

***

"What do you mean, you lost?"

I shrug at him, watching as we go down the bridge and the city envelopes us. "I tried to be on top of things and I failed and he got what he wanted. Simple as that."

Eric gives me a look, then shakes his head. "That's not how sex works, Danny."

"I know," I say. "But sometimes I play this game with guys like him. Try to be on top of things to guys who are so used to being in charge. I'd like to see them try and fail to be in charge around me."

"But you said you like it when you 'lose.' If you liked it in the end, then aren't you 'winning,' either way?"

"Yeah. But I like it when when they knock me off that pedestal I put myself in, and I like it when they gloat about it."

"I..." Eric shakes his head. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess. To be honest, though, I'm surprised that you thought that way. You weren't like that when we had sex."

"Well, it's because you're just too good to be a person to be on this earth," I say. "I know you're not like that."

He chuckles. "You only had sex with me once, Danny. You can't say for certain."

"Wanna do that again to settle this?"

"I'm tired. Maybe next time."

"I'll hold you to that, then."

I look at all the city outside my window. The city is still busy at this time of night. There are a lot of cars around, a lot of people walking on the sidewalk. I make a cursory glance at the people walking around, and spot a couple walking. A fox and a wolf. They're holding hands and talking about things. They look so happy doing it, all smiles and laughs too. I wonder where they're going, and whether they enjoyed their night or if it's just started for them.

"Well, did you enjoy your time, at least?" Eric asks.

"With the hyena?" I ask.

"Yeah. Would you say it was worth it?"

I look out the window again. The couple is gone now, and I'll never see them again. I sigh. "Yeah," I say.

Eric looks at me. He gives me a look, the one he gives me when he thinks I'm bluffing him. I'm not really bluffing him here, but I can't say he's not wrong for having his suspicions. But if there was one thing I knew Eric for since the one year I met him, it's that he doesn't push me. So he nods and takes a turn for the boulevard.

"I'm happy you're happy," he says. "But if you wanna know what I'm thinking, then maybe you should start looking for what you want, and maybe you should follow that instead."

I hold back a harmless and witty remark, and I nod instead. "I'll keep that in mind, then."

"Please do." Eric slows down the car and parks it in an empty space. "All right. You're home now."

With that, I get out of the car and we both say our goodbyes. I then close the door and he drives off. I then go to where I live, inside my apartment, and then take off my clothes before heading straight for the bedroom. The room is messy, but I can always clean it tomorrow. Or later, when the sun rises three hours from now. I go straight for the bed and lie down, staring at the ceiling. I then wait for sleep to come, but a few minutes come by, but it doesn't come.

"What do you want?"

That question comes up in my mind again, and I sigh. I still never answered that question. The hyena probably thinks he did--if he still even remembers me--and good for him, because I still don't know. I close my eyes to take a deep breath and look around. My eyes land to the guitar that's on the stand. Without getting up, I reach for it and I place it in the bed beside me. I run my hand down the neck of the guitar, my fingers grazing the strings, and I sigh.

"I wanna say sorry," I whisper. With that, I hug the guitar close to me, like someone I refuse to let go of. Then I close my eyes and wait for the sun to rise.