Night Shift
A lot of prostitutes do what they do because they can't do anything else. Others are simply victims of circumstance. Others seem to get a rush out of it. Me though? The way I see it, why not? I am smarter than most others, and the fact that I am a male prostitute increases my odds of survival and pay significantly. I may be perpetuating the stereotype of housecats being promiscuous, but it's just a living to me.
I'd rather not go through the fucked up details of my childhood. Though it did craft me into who I am now, it is a very long story that brings up a lot of bad memories. You could say I am a partial victim of circumstance because of my family life, but the only important thing I learned from it all is my ability to sense people's motives. I notice body language better than most others, so I know when my john is a shy virgin looking for his first lay, a date rapist looking for a shy virgin, or a serial killer looking for a meal before I even approach them. I know when to avoid, and especially when to bail. I can also take a little comfort from the loaded Glock 29 hidden in my handy-dandy backpack. I rarely have to use it, and so far a simple brandishing was enough to get someone to back off.
I'm not how most would see a male prostitute. Usually you think of a big muscular dude with a twelve-inch cock. I'm about 5-foot-nine with a slender, almost girly build. Though I have been blessed with a seven inch cock, it doesn't change the fact that I am usually the bottom with guys. I do work out to get a little definition, since some johns like the sight of their cum pooling in the valleys of my abs, but most of my time is spent caring for my tight, fuckable ass.
And yes, though I do tend to cater towards men more often, janes pay just as well, if not better, than the johns. Though they do tend to go for the aforementioned six-five-mountain-o'-muscle-and-cock, I have run into some women with a taste for twinks. Not to mention a housewife who has a thing for roleplaying incest, and I happen to resemble her son somewhat.
Every night is a different scene. I do repeat appearances in hotspots, but most nights are spent in clubs, some in the streets, but rarely the same spot every week. Well, save for this club. Every Wednesday night I show up. Because I often use my gift to point out suspicious characters to the bouncers (Like the date rapists I mentioned before), I earned a little bit of a reputation here. The staff overlooks my whoring, the coat check doesn't look through my backpack (Which I forgot to mention is mostly just a go-bag filled with sex toys and kinky accessories with the gun tucked away in the front pouch), and I get relatively free reign over the customers.
As said before, most of my customers are guys, so this is as good as any place to deal with my regulars. Most I don't know by name, but a few have told me theirs. Either way, I spend my time dealing with them wherever I can. One of the private VIP rooms, the bathroom, a dark corner booth with a tablecloth. Anywhere they want as long as we don't leave the club. I try to keep my tight purple t-shirt and skinny jeans as clean as possible, but accidents happen.
As the night goes on, most of the regulars all had a turn. They are all courteous enough to use condoms, seeing as I charge significantly more for bareback. Some come back for more, some enjoy the club, and others only came to cum. My usual stallion john, who I affectionately named "Lightning" due to his resemblance to a comic book hero with a white stripe down his muzzle, came back for another blowjob back at his booth.
I try to keep my customers satisfied, and I do not to the fake blowjobs some prostitutes do, but once his thick cock head starts to flare I can only fit his tip inside my mouth and stroke his shaft. He charged the extra to not use a condom this time, so when he came I was gifted with a fire hose of cum. I took some in the mouth and on the face, but to keep the mess from growing I aimed his hard manhood to the side and stroked him off. He couldn't see because of the tablecloth, but seeing my face covered in cum once he pulled the cloth up was enough to convince him I let him cum on me. He covered me back up, and I licked his cock clean before stuffing it back into his pants and cleaning my face.
A regular who I hadn't been with yet tonight, a wolf in this case, took me into the bathrooms without saying anything. I know him as one of those "Alpha as Fuck" guys who are really just a sack of insecurities. Our first time, he broke down and cried, questioning his sexuality the whole time. I bolted once that started, but he was kind enough to become a regular.
Anyways, he took me into the bathroom and bent me over the sink, pushing me against the mirror and holding me there as he unveiled his cock. I had to remind him to pay me, and he simply laid a pair of fifty's on the counter next to me as he pulled my pants down and slid a canine condom over his cock. Sure, that was about double my going rate for a quick fuck, but I wasn't about to tell. I watched it as it stretched around his knot. He called me "pretty kitty" before shoving it inside me. I was fortunate enough that my G-string was simply pushed aside by his cock, but all I had for comfort was the slightly lubed rubber on his cock. He usually gets himself off after a few minutes, and sure enough I felt his cock throbbing through the rubber and filling up the tip before long. He was never one for talking, so as soon as he was finished he threw the condom away and walked out without another word.
After this, I spent about another hour of just enjoying the club. I dance a little, get a few drinks, and give Lightning another blowjob. God, that guy can go forever if he had the time. All told, I had about five hundred dollars stuffed away in my backpack. I give the coat check guy a bribe, usually a hundred dollars or a blowie, to let me stow my money and to not check my bag. This time he took the money.
It was about this time I saw my big money mark. He's an older hyena man in his mid-thirties, swirling his glass around and looking around the club like a deer in headlights. Judging from the wedding band, the lady of the house doesn't know he is out at a place like this. Sexually frustrated, maybe even confused about his sexuality (Albeit not to the degree of Mr. Wolf), and looking for some adventure. I saw him earlier, but this was the first time I actually took a look. I already knew how the night would end.
I walked up and introduced myself. He smiled shyly and chuckled nervously. He admitted this was his first time in a club like this. I kept him talking and drinking. Sure enough, he was married. He said something about the spark being missing, how he wanted a little excitement. By now he seems desperate. He admitted to seeing me, admitted his guess to my profession... admitted he wants to do business. I told him my going rate: $250 to start, plus another fifty per hour after. I charge extra for some kinks, but that's my going rate for vanilla sex. This time I didn't charge extra for bareback, but I didn't tell him that. He agreed.
After getting my backpack, he drove me to my favorite motel. No security camera, cash up front, and I won't get fleas from the sheets. I always get my john to pay for the room so I am not seen by the clerk. He was kind enough to get the honeymoon suite. There is a Jacuzzi for two and a king sized bed with a mirror above it. There is even a bottle of cheap Champaign in the mini fridge that comes with the room.
He still seemed nervous, so I poured some wine for the both of us. This seemed to calm him enough to sit down in one of the big chairs. I grinned up to him, flashing my teeth as my long feline tail swayed behind me. I mentioned that it is time to get the party started. The clock starts at 11: 34 pm.
I put on a little music to lighten the mood. It's soft electronica, good to strip to. I swayed slowly to the music as a grin grew on his face. I grinned back before turning around and bending over a little, showing off my plush butt. I'm far enough away for him not to be able to touch, But he was about to pounce as soon as I started pulling my pants down to show off my orange furred butt. I stopped at my knees and rubbed back up my thighs, and then I groped my butt. I moved my tail up and pulled my G-string to the side to show off my tailhole. After a little pulling and manipulation, I get my tail through the strings so my tail base can keep my G-string pulled to the side. I then dropped my pants and kicked them aside.
I turned back around to pull my cock out above my G-string. The strings were black, but the front was pink and made a nice cradle for my balls once my hardening cock was exposed. His grin grew even more at this. I kneeled between his legs and start rubbing the obvious tent in his pants. I undo them and help pull them to his ankles. I then used my teeth to pull his boxers down to his knees, freeing ten inches of manhood. Without skipping a beat, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and used my other to massage his balls as I kissed and licked along his shaft. A final kiss on his tip, and I took him in.
He moaned out loud and rolled his head around. He didn't look down at me, his eyes shut firmly as loud moans escaped. I took my time with him, sucking all around his cock, tracing my tongue over his length, sucking on his balls, and I even got adventurous enough to push a finger inside his tailhole. He responded positively, so I continued as I went back to sucking him off.
I could feel his cock throbbing hard, signaling that it was time to let him cum. I let go of his cock and looked up to him as I deep throating him, asking with my eyes where he wanted to cum. Without hesitation, he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down as he thrusted up. I resisted a little bit, but not enough to make him think I didn't want him to do it. Soon enough, I felt a torrent of long saved cum fill up my throat. I closed my eyes and did my best to swallow it all.
I nursed on his cock head for a while, gently stroking the softening shaft as I sucked what seed remained out of his shaft. It took a few minutes for it to get hard again. He eventually pulled me off of his cock with a wide, more confident grin. "That was amazing..." he murred to me.
"Was?" I said with a giggle. "I didn't start with you yet." I stood him up and kissed him deeply, giving him a taste of his seed as I lifted his shirt and rubbed his fur. He may have been an athlete at a younger age since I felt some tone, but age and stress gave him a little bit of a belly. I broke the kiss to pull his shirt off completely, and then I pushed him down onto the bed.
My shirt and G-string stayed on. The way I see it, the less clothes I have to put on after the faster I can leave. I'll take them off if I have to, but if I can help it, they stay on "What now?"
"I want you... to fuck me first," he huffed nervously.
I giggled and kissed his cock tip. "Okay, sweetie. " To be honest, I admired his curiosity. Most first timers who come to me want to fuck me, especially if their hung like this guy. Still, I started lubing up my cock and told him to move to all fours.
"Wait... I haven't done this with a guy before..." he moaned as I rubbed my slick cock tip against his tailhole.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." In all honesty, there isn't much of a difference between fucking a guy and fucking a woman, except women take a bit longer on average. The G-Spot and the prostate are both usually within finger's reach, and it takes a little extra angling to find and hit the sweet spots.
He grunted out loud as I slowly stretched his virgin tailhole around my cock. I let out a soft moan as I pushed deeper and deeper, inch by inch. "How're you doing?"
"F-fine..." he said, his tailhole squeezing at the unfamiliar feeling. I moaned out at this and poured some more lube around his ring and started pumping slowly.
I laid against his back and rubbed his chest with one hand and his cock with the other. His moans started coming after a while. I grinned at him and started nibbling on his ear tip, and his eyes closed tightly as pleasure started to take over pain. "You're a natural," I murred in his ear as I started picking up the pace. My slender fingers wrapped around his thick cock tip and I rubbed my pointer over his urethra, smearing around the pre that built up. He shuddered and moaned out loud, soon followed by feeling his cock throb violently and shoot cum over the bed sheets.
I giggled softly and slowed my thrusts down a bit. When he was finished, I pulled out and started stroking my cock. "Where do you want me to cum?"
"Keep going..." he moaned out, putting his ass up a little more. "I want you to cum in me."
I obeyed and re-aligned my manhood. With less hesitation, I shoved my whole length in quickly and pounded away. He yelped out in surprise, but I think I pushed out a little more cum. After a few minutes of pounding away, I started filling up his depths with hot, thick ropes of seed. My thrusts slowed down so I could milk out my orgasm a little longer, but my cum was already starting to trickle out of his hole and down his balls.
After I pulled out, he fell forward and I slumped to his side. We just laid there for a while. An hour had passed since we started, but neither of us was asleep. We would kiss and tease each other as we let each other recover, then he rolled onto his belly to show off his rock-hard manhood. "Your turn, sweetie."
I giggled and sucked on his cock tip before getting out the lube again. After pouring a circle around his cock tip, I start teasingly stroking his cock to get it all nice and slick. I get into position above him and rub his cock tip against my rear entrance. Both of his hands go to my rump and fondle my ass as I reach between my legs for his cock base.
I wouldn't say I am loose-I often get compliments about my tightness, even by my smaller dicked customers-but I would say that I am de-sensitized. I don't need a lot of time to adjust to his size, so I was able to take his whole length within seconds instead of a minute or two. He wasn't complaining either way, and after another thrust rubbed his cock against my prostate, neither was I.
I loved watching his face. His eyes would go to my face, my cock, his dick, and back, as if he couldn't decide whether to watch my throbbing cock leak with pre cum or his own cock entering my tight depths, and he needed my help deciding. I had the same problem with my hands. They would grip his shoulders, rest on his chest, reach back for his knees, and rest on my thighs as I bounced up and down along his manhood.
I started to see confidence in him, though. A slight grin grew on his face as he started rubbing my thighs and balls. He only touched my cock a few times, but only to smear my pre around like I did when I was fucking him. It was like he was the one teasing me with pleasure. I didn't mind it, but I had to pull off my shirt when his hands slid it up. I tossed them to my pants and let him admire my slender body. I felt his hands rub up my sides, then over my chest and belly as he got a feel for my soft fur. They eventually ended up back in place at my ass once I started grinding into his hips.
This was one of those times I actually started to truly enjoy myself as I worked. I mean sure, I am getting paid to do something I love to do anyways, but more often I run into someone like Mr. Wolf, who just wants a quick fuck. Even a lot of my hourly-clients treat it like business more than pleasure. Not to say I love the guy or anything, but I was honestly thinking about waiving my post-hour fee this time for at least making my job a little exciting.
As a reward, I wanted to give him a little show. I could tell from his steadily louder moaning that he was about to cum again. I was getting there too. So I leaned back and grabbed his ankles for the best possible angle and started driving my hips onto his. From this position, his cock would rub against my prostate every time instead of some times. After I felt his load shoot deep inside me, I slowed down and let out a loud moan of my own. Without a touch, my cock started throbbing and shooting seed.
Do not underestimate the power of the hands-free orgasm. Upon seeing my cock throb and shoot, it looked like he completely forgot that he came. I looked down to see his eyes lit up like a kid watching fireworks. He couldn't stop watching as ropes shot onto his belly fur, and I could swear I felt him cum again as the last of my jizz trickled down my hard shaft over the front of my G-string. His hands rubbed over my thighs and came close to my balls, but never touched my still leaking cock tip.
I sat on top of him for some time, enjoying the feeling of his cum inside me as he watched my cock slowly soften. I could see there was something else he wanted from how he stared at my cock. It was a night of sating curiosity, so I giggled at him as I swirled my hips around his cock. "What else do you want?"
He looked up to me with a soft grin. "I want to taste your cum," he murred up to me. How could I say no? I giggled down at him and slid off of his cock so I could kneel at his side. He wasted little time, eagerly moving in and sucking my slowly hardening cock clean of my last load of cum.
"Slow down..." I manage to moan out. "This isn't a race, sweetie."
He hummed around my cock and looked up for approval as he went deeper. I nodded and started rubbing behind his ears as he started to go a little deeper, only to gag a little halfway down my cock. "Take it easy. You're gonna have to take it slow at first, so relax your throat." I tried my best to coach him, and he was reacting positively. He was soon able to take most, but not all.
After a while, I pulled my cock away and started stroking. I aimed it straight up and presented my balls, and he needed no urging to go in and start sucking on them through my G-string. I felt a finger enter my tailhole soon after, and I looked down to see his free hand stroking his re-hardened cock.
I pulled my sack away from his mouth and angled my cock tip back down at his mouth. With a little pushing, he started to take my whole length into his throat. I started to fondle his balls for being such a good boy. I felt a moan escape around my shaft before he went back to throating my cock. He couldn't hold it for long, but he could at least kiss my cock base with each bob of his head.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." I moaned out eventually. He pulled away from my cock, opened his maw wide, and closed his eyes obediently. Without waiting for more of an invitation, I started stroking my cock towards his mouth. I moaned out loud and twitched as I fired ropes over his cheek and into his open maw. He moaned out loud before I pushed my cock back into his mouth, and he started sucking on it again. "Make sure you get everything you missed before," I purred to him.
I look down to his cock and stroke it along with his hand. It wasn't long before I saw him erupt again, his own seed mixing with the ropes I shot on his belly earlier. He moaned and shuddered around my cock as the final orgasm of the night rocked his body.
I pulled my cock away from his mouth and asked if he was satisfied. He sleepily said "Yes," and smiled up at me. "Clean me off?" I giggled and licked his cheek clean first, then his belly. He giggled a little bit when I licked his belly, so I playfully tickled him with my fingers before getting off the bed. A little adjusting and cleaning of myself, and I was ready to be paid. He gave me the three hundred for two hours, plus an extra fifty. "Same time next week?" he asked with a chuckle as I got dressed up.
"Maybe," I said back, shooting a cute wink and a grin before I left.
This is my nightly grind. I only work three nights of the week with the time in between used to rest, get checked out, or take personal calls. I've seen this city eat a lot of friends, so I try not to get too close to most people. So far, all I have are my body, my looks, and my brain. I've stayed alive on my own since I was fifteen years old off of these qualities. And yet sometimes I catch myself asking questions. I rarely ask "What If," because I chose this life. But ask myself about others. Mr. Hyena got me wondering. Will he continue hiding from his wife? Come out to her? End his life in shame? What of his kids, if he has any? The branches of someone's life sometimes entangles with those of other people. Time will tell if they grow together or break together.