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Chapter Five The Gambler

The sun shone through the curtains on a lion in bed. Hank Masters was sleeping off a hangover in his room on the top floor of an apartment building overlooking the beach of Namiqxotistk, or as he called it, The Big Blue. He was naked, sheets loosely draped over his muscled, large body. It was just past noon when he heard his front door being kicked open. He sighed, he was hoping this wouldn't have happened today. With a slight groan, he turned over. He was in no mood for thinking his way out of this. Someone in the kitchen was yelling, "Hank! Get out here!" The man sounded young, Hank noticed a hint of youthfully idiocy. A new goon. There was a knock on his bedroom door, "Hank are you in here?!" Hank called out, "Uuhh.. Yeah! Hold on a minute, I'm uh.." He looked around for something that could buy him some time. Rolling his eyes, he threw the sheets off his bed, grabbed his morning wood and said, "I'm batin'! Give me five minutes!" The door flew open and the loan shark's lackey lunged into the room, and stared briefly at him before pointing his gun at him, "We want our money!" Hank sighed, "Look, I'm really close, could you give me like, one minute?" He tried to give a meaningful moan while he stroked himself. The badger gave Hank a confused look. He was clearly uncomfortable. Hank cut in, "Maybe you could help a guy out? It would go a lot faster that way. Then I'll give you your money." The badger shook his head, "No.. Just.. You have a minute... I'll.. Uh.. Be outside the door. I hear anything I shouldn't. I'm coming in.." He then backed slowly outside of the room and shut the door. Hank jumped off his bed as the door slammed shut, hoping the man on the other side didn't hear it. He grabbed his jeans, stuffing himself into them, grabbing a tee-shirt and grabbed his bag. He guessed by the weight everything important he needed was in there. He sighed deeply, ready to bite the bullet of the worst hangover induced sunlight headache of his life as he ran out onto the balcony, throwing himself onto neighbors balcony, hearing gunshots and yells behind him. Cursing to himself, he ran as fast as he could, jumping from one balcony to the other until he got to the corner apartment. There was a fire escape on the building next to his. Across the alleyway where he parked his motorcycle. He looked behind him. The others were making their way to him. He groaned, he head was pounding. He jumped on the ledge and threw himself towards the fire exit on the other wall. He made it onto the lower floor staircase. He didn't feel he broke anything and quickly got up, making his way down the stairs, looking up at the ledge he came from. They hadn't made it that far yet. He fished his keys out of his pocket, making it to his bike by the time he got them out. He quickly opened the case for his helmet, putting it on as he inserted the key into the hole and turned. The bike lurched forward and he was on the streets in seconds. He drove south along the beach, putting as much distance between him and his apartment as fast as he could. He had to gather himself. First he needed to go somewhere safe. Where the loan sharks won't find him. Then he needed to get off the planet. Also, he needed to get off, badly. He knew a man he could go to for all of those. Someone he had come to when he really needed money. He would perform sexual acts for the man for money. Hank didn't care if he was prostituting himself out. As long as the money was good, which it was. This man, George, a human with a kink for a "Hunky Feline Man". Hank didn't care for men. He was straight, though, his loins didn't care, so long as it was warm and tight. The man Hank went to lived on the outskirts of the city. A place away from the crowds. Along the shoreline. Hank pulled up the the large beach-side house. Getting off the bike, he put his helmet on the seat, rubbing his head, which still felt like it had been run over. The door flung open by the time he got to it. George, the middle aged, flamboyant trillionaire, was in only a robe, "You look like hell, hon. Can I get you anything?" Hank stepped into the house, "Some Tylenol, if you have any.." George nodded and walked briskly into another room, calling out, "Please, make yourself at home." Hank shut the door behind him, checking the window to make sure no one would see his bike behind some bushes. He let his head fall back, dropping his bag to the ground, finally having a moment to gather himself and relax. His heart was still beating hard. George came back into the room, sitting down next to him handing his a glass of water and a couple pills. As Hank drank down the pills, George said, "You know, since you're here.." Hank knew what was next. The man already had his hand on the Lions crotch. Hank didn't deny him. He wanted to get laid as much as the man did. They did it right there, on the couch. Hank showered after, while George made coffee. He got out and put his jeans and shirt back on. He regretted not grabbing his shoes on the way out of his apartment. George was in the robe again, setting a mug out for Hank, "Hey, sugah." He winked, "Lemme guess, you got yourself in trouble and need me to bail you out?" Hank sighed, "I owe some people some money." "How much." A hint of disappointment in George's voice. "More than I can afford." Hank replied. George took a sip from his coffee, "Then I guess you need a job, right?" Hank nodded, "A big one." George set his mug down on the counter, "Well, I might have one for you.." He walked past Hank, towards the bathroom, "I'll discuss it after I get back from work. Can you stay out of trouble for an afternoon?" He disappeared into the hall, the sound of water running a few seconds later. In a half hour, Hank had the large house to himself to wonder if he could. He slumped down onto the couch, reaching over for his bag. A small backpack he keeps his important items in. Most importantly, his gun, which he affectionately named, "The Devirginator." It was a magnum, a big silver revolver custom made to shoot .79 caliber rounds. Attached to the bottom of the barrel was a hunting knife. The gun was in a case, which had a sensor in it that detected a transmitter which was implanted into Hank's right hand. It would only open for him. He cleaned the gun, then reloaded it before putting it back away. He had to be ready for anything. Also in his bag was his wallet, with his ID and a small amount of cash, A couple boxes of bullets and some condoms. He sat back in the seat, thinking he was going to have to go shopping, and hoped George would be funding him for whatever this job was about. He spent the rest of the day on the couch, watching TV and wondering what George had planned for tonight.