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"Edge Walking"

By: Cauldron O Boyfur

Notes n' Warnings: Although Chapter 11 of "Edge Walking" does not contain any yif, it does contain a male striptease as well as other adult themes, so therefore it is being classified under "Adult (other)". If you're under the age of 18, you aren't supposed to be reading it.

Please remember that the city of Phurrydelphia, where the "Edge Walking" series takes place, is meant to be a furry world version of Philadelphia. There is also mentioning of a place called Colliefornia and although it's a mere mentioning, I just want to inform (in case you, the reader, hasn't figured it out) that it's referencing California (haha, funny right? Yeah, I know it's lame).

The "Cha-Ching" Gentleman's Club and Cocktail Lounge is not a real business establishment in our world, nor is it meant to hint at any particular place or company of business in reality.

Chapter 11: Avec Moi

Characters:

Jamie: 16 year old bunny. Male.

Carwyn: 22 year old fox. Male.

Sheila: 21 year old calico cat. Female.

Stan: 19 year old otter. Male.

Nikodim: 46 year old grey wolf. Male.

Even though the ride from their house on Elbridge Street to the "Cha-Ching" could be completed within five minutes, Jamie still demanded that the baseball game be put on the radio. As was typical of most Phurrydelphians, Jamie lived and died by his sports teams. And, with this still being baseball season, either joy or sorrow could be derived from the performance of his beloved Phurrydelphia Phurries (in his entire sixteen years on earth, it always ended up being sorrow by season's close). And so, for the few minutes they spent in their 87 Ford Taurus, the legendary voice of Harry Kalas took audible command of the three inside.

"Score, come on. What the score?," Jamie whispered to himself. He got his answer while Carwyn was in the process of parking the car, Kalas proclaiming, "And that ends the inning. No runs, hits, or errors. After six, it's the Phurries up five to nothing on the Marlins." Jamie pumped his fist, excitedly, before exiting the car, which Carwyn and Sheila had already stepped out of.

Instinctively, Jamie put his hands to where the pockets on his black short shorts were, going for his cigarettes, before remembering that he'd given them to Sheila. Even though his pants did have pockets, they were so tight and short that a dime could barely be placed in them without struggle, pretty much concluding that they were just for show, not storage.

"Um, Sheila, could I have my cigarettes?," asked Jamie. No reply was given by the calico, as she began making her way towards the bar's entrance, trudging more than walking. Clearly she was still feeling the afterglow of the heroin she'd shot into her arms not all that long ago.

To get the girl's attention, Jamie trotted up next to her and gave her arm a tap. "Huh?," she exclaimed, snapping out of whatever world she'd been in. Seeing Jamie at her side, she smiled and asked, "What's up, hon?"

"Well," Jamie said, now smiling upon seeing his friend's smile, "I justa, I just need one of my cigarettes that you're holding."

"Oh." Reaching a tricolored paw into her mini pocketbook, Sheila gave the boy his pack of pre-handrolled cigarettes and his red lighter, imprinted with a "P" which was the logo of Jamie's favorite baseball team.

About to light up, Jamie's smile was short lived, fading alongside a question from Carwyn. "Ready for your first night?," the fox inquired.

"Yeah, sure. You bet," Jamie lied. He was far from ready. Nervous. Very nervous. In his head, however, he just kept reminding himself that he'd have Sheila looking after him all night. A friend. Something he was unequipped with upon his first venture into the "Cha-Ching". Someone whom he could depend on, in case things went askew, astray, or awry.

Approaching the door, Jamie held the trio up, being that his cigarette was still ablaze in his white paw. Snuffing it out, he sighed, "Okie dokie. Let's go."

The Furry League's "Fascination" hit Jamie's eardrums upon Carwyn's opening of the door leading into the "Cha-Ching" Gentleman's Club and Cocktail Lounge. Stepping inside, Jamie didn't even recognize the place upon first glance. Sure, the layout of the bar was the same, but the atmosphere was totally different than when he'd been there as an applicant. At that time, Jamie had entered as the bar was closing up. The lighting was bright, and only a few late nighters were still around in that very very early morning. But this time, Jamie really did get the genuine sense that he was in a strip bar. Lighting was dim, making room in the cornea for the neon pink and blue bars over the bar on Jamie's right. The brightest source of light now came up from the stage, where the dancefloor itself emitted florescent lights of varying colors, like a disco floor of the 70's. Next to the stage was Craig, the bear who was the same bouncer working two nights prior when Jamie had went in to apply. Upon the dancefloor was an unfamiliar fur. An otter, dressed only in tight blue speedos (which otters usually wore not only as swimwear, but also as underwear), giving a striptease. His physique was like that of a swimmer, thin with muscles well defined, but not bulky as they'd appear on a weightlifter. He was short (still taller than Jamie, though), with shaggy, dirty blond hair atop his head. Even with florescent lighting coming up below his body, Jamie could tell that the young man was well groomed. His fur was soft, but bereft of any greasiness, quite a rarity for otter fur, as that species usually suffered from oily skin. It almost looked like he was a displaced Colliefornian, like he should be at a west coast beach surfing the Pacific ocean instead of living amongst the dirt of Phurrydelphia.

Though his dancing and suggestive pole handling didn't skip a beat, the otter looked at his three coworkers as they made their way towards the back room to meet with Nikodim. When they came in front of center stage, Carwyn stopped, took a hold of Jamie's shoulder, and with his free paw, pointed down at the bunny boy with a smile aimed at the dancing otter. When the otter looked at them, Jamie wasn't sure if he gave him a wink, but the bunny was positive that the otter blew him a kiss (still not missing a beat in his dance routine).

Carwyn leaned in close to Jamie's floppy ear, to be heard above the music, telling the teenager, "That's Stan. I already told him about you over the phone yesterday. He's really upbeat, and funny, and though you might think he's crazy when you first meet him, trust me, he's one of the nicest guy's you'll ever meet. Great person to work with, and a hell of a dancer."

"He's really hot!," Jamie said somewhat loudly, still staring in awe at the swaying speedo encased hips of Stan.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Carwyn agreed.

Carwyn resumed his way towards the wooden door in the bar's rear. Jamie failed to do the same, instead watching Stan drop on all fours in front of a cat, with money in paw. On paws and knees, the otter's back was turned to the customer with tail up, giving the cat a cock raising view of upraised buns and underhanging package, wrapped snugly in his swim briefs. The whole time, his midsection was fluidly moving up and down, as if some invisible entity was sensually humping him from behind. Stan then turned around, now upright on his knees, letting the horny feline tuck cash into his waistband.

A tug on his arm rerouted Jamie's mind back into reality. It was Carwyn. "C'mon, kiddo, we gotta go see Nik," he said, leading the bunny back into the boss' office.

Because Jamie was too busy admiring the speedo clad otter upon the stage, he hadn't taken a look to the bar opposite the stage, until now. Tending the bar was a woman, an orange tabby in a glittering black evening gown, her face heavy with lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara. Instead of using rosey blush on her cheeks, the girl took an opposite approach, her face powdered in white to make her look more pale, as a geisha would do. Jamie didn't have a decent look at her, as he was lead by Carwyn through the wooden door which brought them into the tiny hallway, where the kitchen lay in front and Nikodim's office to the left.

Sheila was already in the grey wolf's office when the two boys walked in. Jamie caught a tiny snippet of Sheila's conversation with Nikodim, "...he's just a joy to have around. A real cutie. I gave him one of my teddy bears and..."

"Hey," Carwyn interjected, walking in with Jamie in his shadow.

Sheila stopped talking. Nikodim got up from the swivel chair behind his desk, walked up to Carwyn, and shook his paw. "Car, pleasure to see you as always." The big wolf then stepped to the fox's side, putting himself in front of Jamie. The last time he was in this fur's presence, Jamie was shaking, his nerves going haywire. Now, he was wearing a smile, knowing that this was the individual who gave him a home, with two loving housemates. Jamie was even comfortable enough to reach out his paw first, wanting to shake with Nikodim. As they shook paws, Jamie's upturned lips went up even more, showing his two front teeth. Seeing the smile on Jamie's lips prodded a grin out of Nikodim, who joked, "Well well, I do believe we've met before. After all, it's hard to forget the cutest bunny in the world."

As if that wasn't enough to make the boy blush, the large grey wolf slipped his paw under the boy's black suspender strap, gave it a tug, and watched it snap back onto his shoulder. Looking over Jamie's white furred body, clothed only in black short shorts, black suspenders, and silver Star of David necklace, he commented, "You look even sweeter than you did the last time I saw you. And, if I may say, sexier even."

"Thank you," Jamie humbly replied. "Sheila picked out these clothes for me yesterday."

"Yes, I'm aware," Nikodim said. Of course, Jamie knew that it was the wolf's money that Sheila had purchased his clothing with. "So, Jamie, how do you like your new house?"

"Oh God, it's wonderful," Jamie squealed. "Thank you so much. Oh God thank you. It's so great." The teenager was on the verge of crying.

"Everything satisfactory?," Nikodim asked.

"Are you kidding!? More than wonderful. I love it!" Tears broke through, as Jamie added, "But there's two things about that house that I love more than anything else." Slightly crying, he turned his head from Carwyn, to Sheila, back and forth, showing exactly what (or, more accurately, whom) he was speaking of.

Out of nowhere, Sheila sprang onto the bunny, and gave him a monster hug, her arms squeezing him tighter than a corset. Instead of planting dozens of kisses all over the gay boy's face, as she'd normally done, Sheila just gave him a big wet kiss on the forehead. Still hugging the boy, she turned to Nikodim, exclaiming, "Isn't he just the best! I told you he was just a sweetie. You sweet little honey bunny!" She now administered a friendly noogie between Jamie's floppy ears, making Jamie scream out and laugh, all in good fun.

Both Nikodim and Carwyn smiled at the scene, their hearts softening like microwaved taffy. It was Nikodim who spoke, "I find it splendid that you already feel at home, Jamie. But, what about tonight. Do you feel nervous about tending a bar? Actually, a better question would be, do you feel ready?"

Still in Sheila's arms, and giggling a bit, Jamie answered, "Yeah, I guess I'm ready. But I am nervous. You know, new job and stuff. I've never worked before. And I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to bartend at my age. Is that gonna be a problem?"

"Well, you're right about laws prohibiting sixteen year olds from handling liquor," Nikodim explained. "But trust me, that's the least serious of the, ahem, illegal activities going on at the "Ching". So, no, it's not really a problem. We have a pretty regular crowd in here, and don't believe any of them to be snitches, knock on wood." Nikodim rubbed the top of the bunny's hair, where Sheila had seconds ago laid down a noogie. "And it's OK to be nervous on your first day, but trust me, with Sheila looking after you, you'll have little to be worried about."

"Yeah, I know," Jamie said. "She's the best."

Jamie quickly regretted saying that, for it prompted the girl to squeeze him tightly again. This time, she gave him four little pecks on the cheek and forehead. Sheila then booped Jamie on the nose with her paw, before saying, "Yeah, I'm the best. But after tonight, we'll be the best."

'She's like a mother,' Jamie thought to himself. 'She's like the best mother I could've ever asked for.'

"You're making me jealous, Sheila." It was Carwyn who spoke. "We both know he's mine."

"No, no. I got dibs," Sheila defended.

"Too bad he's gay," Carwyn shot back.

Sheila laughed. "I know our little Jamie's gay. So am I. We're lesbian lovers." Jamie smiled at the comment. He'd always joked that he wasn't a boy with a penis and testicles, but really a girl with an overgrown clitoris and ovaries that liked the outdoors.

Suddenly, the door to Nikodim's office opened. It was Stan.

"Yo yo yo. Hey hey. What do ya know, what do you say?," Stan greeted. He was still wearing that blue speedo, which kept Jamie's attention. "Am I interrupting anything?," he asked.

"Not really, Stan," Carwyn replied. "Though you're just in time to watch Sheila in the process of pretty much raping Jamie over here."

Stan walked up to Jamie and bent his knees a tad bit, putting him on eye level with the shorter bunny. With a serious face, the otter's blue eyes (partially covered by his shaggy, soft, straw colored hair) locked into Jamie's dark brown eyes for a second. He then tilted his head to the side, and took a moment to scan over the little bunny's petite body, as would a scientist observing a test specimen. From out of nowhere, a big smile popped on the otter's face. "Can I rape him next?," he joked.

Just as Sheila, and Carwyn, and Nikodim had done before, Stan pulled up on Jamie's suspenders, just for the sake of snapping them back down. 'What is it with everyone's fixation on touching my suspenders?' Jamie thought to himself.

Things got more bizarre when Stan wriggled Jamie out of Sheila's arms. Instead of hugging the bunny, Stan placed one paw around his waist, and with the other, took hold of Jamie's paw, while saying, "Mon cheri. Une jonquille molle. Valse avec moi!"

Taking the role of gentleman, the otter began moving his feet, prompting Jamie to dance along. The confused bunny wasn't sure how to waltz, which was the method of dance Stan was subjecting him to. Nor was Jamie exactly sure of what the zany coworker had said to him, although, taking a year of French before dropping out of school helped Jamie to decipher some of it: "My love. A ??? ???. ??? with me!"

Jamie decided to express him thoughts about Stan in the same romantic dialect, saying, "J'adore vous maillot de bain."

Stan bent one of his knees, and threw Jamie's back onto his naked thigh. Looking down upon the bunny, Stan said, "You love... you love... something? I have no idea what you love, but I'm sure I like it too! Is it waffles?"

"No," Jamie said, his face filled with befuddlement in response to his loony dance companion.

"What!?," Stan said, standing the two of them back up. "You don't like waffles? What kinda furry are you?"

"No, I mean, yes. Yes, I like waffles. But that's not what I said."

"Oh...," Stan paused for a second, then grinned. "But you do like waffles, right?"

"Um, yeah. Love waffles." As confused as he was, he still put on a smile.

Neither Carwyn nor Sheila could contain themselves anymore, and burst out in laughter. Like most, it would probably take Jamie a considerable amount of time to make sense of Stan's kookie brand of highly animated humor, which defined his carefree and gregarious character. He had a personality like that of the Joker from the Batman movie, the major exception being that Stan was devoid of any of the sinister and diabolical traits which made the Joker a villain.

A kiss was planted upon the back of Jamie's paw, before Stan let his grip go. In his most debonnaire voice, he said, "It's been an honor," and took a bow, lowering his blond hair.

Jamie followed along, crossing legs and slightly being his knees, giving a curtsey in return. "Charmed," Jamie chirped with a high toned feminine voice, like that of a southern belle.

"Well, Jamie," Stan said, now sounding somewhat normal, "Now that we've met, I do reckon that you and Sheila get your keesters out there and do bar duty. Trixie's getting his panties in a bunch, being the only one out there."

"What's new?," Sheila sighed.

Trixie? Bartender? His? A guy? Finally it clicked in Jamie's memory. He'd recalled the bedroom conversation he had with Carwyn the night before, Carwyn telling Jamie of a tabby transvestite whom the fox basically portrayed as prissy, stuck up, and confrontational. The bartender whom Jamie had caught a small glimpse of just minutes ago and mistaken for a girl was actually an award winning drag queen, the top moneymaker at the "Cha-Ching".

Sheila, again, drew Jamie close to her body, knowing that he was probably nervous about having to serve drinks to dozens of furs who'd rather have the teenager service them in other ways. "Is there anything else you need from us, Nik, or should we get going?," Sheila asked. It was establishment policy to check in with Nikodim before getting to work, in case he had a special address of some sort, or had set up a sexual appointment between a patron and worker (although it was made clear to Jamie that he wouldn't be pimped out until he began dancing, which was weeks away).

Nikodim responded, "For you two, nothing special, except, best of luck. Especially you, Jamie, though with a face like yours, I'm sure you'll get a plethora of tips and smiles."

"Thank you, sir," Jamie said with good etiquette.

"Nik," Nikodim corrected him. "Not sir, Nik."

"Um, thank you, Nik," Jamie said.

As they turned to walk out, the grey wolf blurted out, "Oh, I'm sorry. There is one more thing I need to say to Jamie."

"What is it?," Jamie stammered.

"I just wanted to assure you, that I'm aware of your issues involving drugs. Car, here, filled me in on it, and I'm sure he filled you in as well on how I distribute to my workers. You'll receive your fair share, under my rations, which, may I add, are quite generous by most accounts."

"Yes, yes, I understand," Jamie said. "Thanks again."

Stan, still in the room, spoke up next with jubilation, "Hey man, you smoke greens too!? We should hang out sometime, a little tokie tokie smokie smokie, know what I'm sayin?"

"No, no," Jamie said. "I mean, yeah, I'd love to hang out with you, it's just, I don't do reefer."

Carwyn, standing by Nikodim's side, interjected, "He and I smoke together, Stan. If you know what I mean."

Shaking a pointer finger side to side at Jamie, Stan, looking somewhat disappointed, said, "Tisk tisk tisk. How did someone as cute and young as you get caught up with something as nasty as crack. Nasty, nasty, nasty garbage. Although, by how skinny you are, I should've guessed it. But still, get off that shit, boy. C'mon, me and Ficus can show you where it's at."

"Who," Jamie asked, the name being unfamiliar.

"My boy Ficus!," Stan exclaimed, as if the whole world was supposed to know of whom he spoke.

Carwyn provided Jamie some clarity, stating, "It's his two foot glass bong."

"Ficus?," Jamie inquired, puzzled by the name.

"Yeah, I know," Carwyn in agreement. "Stupid name to give to anything, let alone a hunk of glass."

"Is not!," Stan objected. "And Ficus is not a hunk of glass. Don't you ever speak ill of my baby again!"

Sheila, like a good employee, cut in, asking the boss, "Anything else you need Nik?"

"Who the hell names their bong after a type of tree that makes figs?," Carwyn asked, his question directed at Stan. He then sniped, "And it is just a hunk of glass."

Nikodim addressed Sheila, with a response, "No, Sheila, except make sure that you teach him well. Although I know you will."

"And you're just a hunk of shit!," Stan shot back at Carwyn, both the otter and fox too involved in their squabble to even acknowledge the presence of anyone else in the room.

With a sigh, Sheila took Jamie's paw, as a mother would her child. "Let's go, kiddo. No need to watch these wackos bicker back and forth."

Walking out the door, they were now in the hallway, Nikodim's office behind them, and door leading out to the bar on their right. Before heading out to do bartending, Jamie questioned, "Are they really mad at each other?" There was concern in his voice. The bunny was very averse to confrontation, especially fights between friends.

"Car, and Stan? No, they're not fighting. They're just having a lover's quarrel. Being silly. Taking little jabs at each other like friends do. It's more flirting than anything really."

"Oh, ok" Jamie said, confused, but glad that he wasn't witnessing a real fight between best of friends over something as petty as the name of a glass bong.

"You really need to get to know Stan," the calico informed Jamie. "He's never serious. And when he seems serious or angry, that's a bigger indicator that he's joking."

"Yeah, I bet. Even though I've just met him, I think he seems very, um... loony." Jamie couldn't find the word he wanted to describe the otter he'd just met. "Real... gregarious." Still wasn't the right word.

"Gregarious?," Sheila said impressed. "Big word for such a little bunny."

"I like reading," was all Jamie could respond with.

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After debating Stan for four minutes on the stupidity of naming a glass bong Ficus, Carwyn decided to change into his work clothes. All this required was the removal of his jeans and shirt, which would have him stripped down to a forest green thong. He loved his work uniform.

Still lingering in the boss' office, Stan watched Carwyn as he shed his clothing.

While wriggling out of his black denim jeans, Carwyn finally asked, "Anything doing today, Nik? Do I have any appointments?"

"In fact, yes. Yes you do. Customer coming in within the next fifteen minutes or so," Nikodim said.

"Oh, really?." Carwyn pulled off his shirt. "New, or familiar?"

"Robbie," Nikodim smiled.

Upon the announcement the fox gave a fist pump. Robbie was certainly one of Carwyn's favorite patrons at the "Cha-Ching". Carwyn, himself, would probably be willing to pay to have sex with the fellow fox, who was currently a student in college. Lucky for him, it was Robbie who would be shoveling out the money for splendid sex.

"That's awesome!," Carwyn exclaimed. "Is it just gonna be me, or does he want both of us again?"

"You and blockhead," the grey wolf said, referring to the only other fur in the room.

Carwyn looked over to Stan, whose head was nodding up and down, the whiskers above his lips pushed up from a mammoth smile. "We're gonna have ourselves a good time tonight, Car," Stan said. "Gettin sucked, giving fuck, a good time to be sure."

"No, not a good time. A damn good time," Carwyn corrected him.