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Based in a nondescript office building somewhere in downtown Amsterdam, the Lotus Escorts’ Netherlands location called to me like a siren.

I adjusted my sunglasses, relaxed my ursine posture, then entered after swiping my membership badge. I registered at the front desk within the seemingly saccharine corporate lobby, lowly growled a quiet thanks the polite receptionist, then used to the given access key to descend down the elevator. The longest two minutes of my life dragged on with the piano music playing from a speaker until, finally, the door opened to reveal A world of debauchery I’d long since called my second home.

The After Dark Club catered to a more exclusive and kinkier clientele. At least, compared to the regular Lotus members. Most of them usually went for regular girlfriend/boyfriend experiences and the like. Plenty had their own kinks or interests in what they wanted for in a sexual partner, but none of them were willing to pay top dollar for some of the more gray (yet legal, as my lawyers told me after reading the waiver) and taboo experiences. The After Dark Club catered to those with such depraved souls.

The Club could be divided into a dozen separate rooms, each one staffed by several highly paid and eager escorts of every gender. I could smell the depravity wafting into my nostrils as I walked by each closed yet unlocked door, and I imagined what noises would come from them. In one room, labeled ‘Bound’ on the door in half a dozen languages, ladies and lads were tied up in various positions. Sometimes a literally and figuratively. In another labeled ‘Deflowered’, newly hired escorts lost their virginities in either romantic or rough settings, depending on if they wanted it such way. That room was quite popular for older clients. Then, there were other rooms like ‘Golden Shower’, ‘Knives’, ‘Gangbang’, ‘Drowning in Liquid’, and ‘Brown Note’, none of which I ever entered. Just because I did not judge did not mean I was enticed by such extreme kinks.

Instead, I went directly to one of the last rooms at the farthest end of the winding corridor, labeled simply as ‘Harem’ on its intricately carved door. One that depicted a kneeling young tiger with the most feminine of nipples and a voluptuous vixen grasping her breasts, all carved into the wood.

Twenty different yet equally sexy mammals lived full-time inside the Harem Room. Of course, none of them were prisoners in any sense of the word, and from what I gathered, plenty of them left during the weekends to spend time with friends or family members outside of work. However, the alluring mystique of being an exclusive escort required each attractive mammal to be housed within what was basically a larger apartment complex adjacent to the building’s interior basement.

It even had an artificial outdoor courtyard that served as the main living room where sexual escapades took place. Walking from a neon-lit corridor and stepping into a courtyard with a fake, sunlit skylight over realistic greenery, I already saw some AD members enjoying themselves. In one corner stood a Spanish bull with graying had for and no pants, utterly filling up a naked leopardess less than half his age. Maybe even two-thirds. Either way, he wouldn’t let up even as he locked eyes with me and so did the blushing feline moaning something over and over in French.

Meanwhile, other acts of sexual display surrounded us; a confident lynx ten years older than me reclined into a chair, wearing a business suit and letting a scantily clad vixen straddle his lap as he held a drink in his right paw and fondled her breast with his left. Nearby, I spotted a Eurasian wolf of similar age with his pants around his ankles and a beautiful badger lad in his late twenties, kneeling before him and eagerly bobbing his head between those older legs. A look of pure, masculine bliss glowed on the wolf’s face.

At last, I spotted the object of my desires. He could be seen on the other end of the courtyard, standing like an Ancient Greek statue that belonged in a lush garden. The golden jackal’s ocean blue eyes locked with mine across the short distance, and with a subtle nod, I followed him down a hallway to his bedroom.

We didn’t say very much. The jackal lad didn’t speak much English. However, he did say the words ‘I am glad you called’, before inviting me into his private room, then into the bedroom.

He leaned his naked body down against the bed with his tail raised inviting and high in the air. He wore absolutely nothing more than his birthday suit. I leaned down and exhaled in ecstasy as I nipped at his right ass cheek, kissed the love bite’s mark, then smacked it to hear him whimper delightedly. I especially loved it when I teased his hole with my pinky finger, making sure that he had stretched thoroughly and lubricated himself before arriving to our scheduled appointment.

When I felt satisfied, I gently pulled him up to meet my gaze, then connected my ursine muzzle with his canine lips. He tasted like vanilla coffee, with a hint of sweetness on his broad tongue.

I knew he didn’t really love me. Escorts and prostitutes didn’t really express love to their clients. To them, it was just another aspect of the job, like me being polite to my bosses. More often than not, it was about as real as the artificial grass out in the courtyard. Still, it didn’t stop me from feeling even more excited as I held him in my arms and let him address me as ‘dear’ as we made out, undressed, then begin to make love on the bed.

I loved being a member of the A.D. Club. It came with great benefits, access to Lotus escorts who didn’t have as much access, discounts at some locations, as well as lads who made me feel young again. As I felt my cock thrust in and out of that beautiful golden jackal moaning beneath me, I held him close to my sweaty belly, letting my mind go blank as I envisioned what else we could do during the rest of our appointment that evening.