Day Job, Night Life
This is my second story on Yiffstar. There is little yiff, but there is LOTS of action, guns, violence, gang war, and even a car chase! It's long, but once you start reading, you won't want to stop. Enjoy!!
Day Job and Night Life
By Blue Wolf (a.k.a. Neptune Wolf)
1-9-05
My alarm clock went off at its normal time, 6:30. I hated that clock, that plastic, black, alarm clock with its bright neon green digital numbers on it. It always woke me up from sweet dreams and robbed me of much needed sleep. I reach my right paw over and turned it off. I sat up, reluctantly. The sun had barely risen, but I could see it through my dark blue curtains. I sighed. "Another day, another dollar."
I looked around my room in my nice sized apartment. I had a poster of my favorite band "The Wolfer's Reign" Seeing that sexy wolf with his long, flowing, straight, black hair, and his dark blue guitar made it worth getting up in the morning. I murred. I got out of my white sheets and covers and got out of bed. I only had on my orange Joe Boxers. I scratched the pure white fur on my chest. I then felt a sharp pain in my paw. I forgot that I had broken a nail last night on a can of pop. Damn, it hurt.
I walked over a pile of clothing I had left on the floor in front of my bed the night before, only 4 hours ago. I was up all night finishing my 15- page report on my study of "The Comfort of Jeans against long haired Furs." It was for marketing at my job. It took me a month to do the study. I had to travel all across this country to get a detailed conclusion. I finally finished the written report last night.
I yawned as I stepped up the two steps to the other side of my large bedroom. I walked over to my window. It went from the ceiling to the floor and went from one end of my room to the other. I picked up my remote from the small glass table on my left and pushed the button that opened my curtains. The first thing I saw when the curtains opened was my reflection. My beautiful abs, my pure white fur on my chest that went down to my sheath, the gray fur on my back, my white canines, my deep blue bangs than hung down just right. "Blue, you even look good in the morning." I thought to myself with a smile.
Past my reflection was the city in all its glory. I could see all the way downtown. The trees and the streets and the cars all looked small from my 22nd floor apartment. (Pretty good for a 26 year old, eh?)
I walked over to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I got in and let the warm, soapy water cover my fur from head to toe. It felt so good, my red cock started to come out of its sheath as I began to think about that guitarist. But I had to stop it at that. I had to get to work, my own personal hell and heaven. I continued washing and I rinsed off and go out. I put on my standard black suit with the white shirt and black straight tie. I made sure to put on my watch a to put on some cologne, "Curve for men". I also put on my lucky silver chain. (I will tell why it's lucky some other time) I picked up my briefcase with my laptop inside, and I headed out the door with my keys. The elevator was right outside my door. It was open and I walked in. I got out in the basement where the garage was. I got into my red Monte Carlo SS.
It was a 20- minute drive to my job, but it was a 30- minute ride there. I took my dear sweet time getting there. I pulled up into the parking structure of my job and parked in my usual spot, on the roof near the corner. I wanted to take my time. It takes about 7 minutes to walk down to the main door. I sat there in my car with the radio on. I had 30 minutes to spare. I did this purposely everyday so I could sleep in my car or just chill and listen to music. I'm a very mellow wolf.
A car pulled up next to mine. It was a silver Mitsubishi Evolution 7. Dmitri got out and walked over to my car. I had just dosed off when he came knocking on my window.
"Blue, wake up! Get yo ass up! If I got to be here, then you do too!" Dmitri yelled.
This really startled me. I grunted and put my seat back into the upright position and opened my door and got out.
Dmitri was a Kit Fox. He drove that beautiful Evo everyday. He is one of my best friends. He had perfectly red fur that stopped when it got to his pure white chest and that pure white went all the way up to his chin and cheeks and, from what I saw a long time ago, it went all the way down to his balls and sheath. Dmitri had black socks on his paws that faded into his red fur. He was kind of thin and tall. His "standard issue" black suit didn't fit well. Dmitri and I were two of a kind, exactly alike, personality wise. I leaned against my car and just stared at the sexy fox. I stared into his green eyes and he stared into my blue ones. I just sat back and daydreamed about what we could have been.
"What?" Dmitri asked as he broke my almost vacant stare. I just look down at the ground quickly, not realizing that I had been doing what I was doing.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you going to wait for the rest of them?" I asked.
"They should have been here by now." The fox said impatiently.
Moments after he said that, two cars pulled up next to us, a red Honda Civic and a white Hummer H2. The hummer parked first. Two furs got out. The Civic was trying to back up and park. Gabriel, the Wolf that came from the driver's side, waved at Dmitri and I. His passenger, Wade, a coyote, opened his door and went into the back seat for something.
"Your late Gabriel." I said.
"Oh well. Maybe you're just early, Blue. Why are you in such a rush?"
"Oh, I'm in no rush to get through that door. I was in my car sleep until Dmitri woke me up." I said. Gabriel looked passed me over at Dmitri who was leaning against the hood of my car behind me, adjusting his tie. Gabriel smiled a wolfish grin and got a cigarette and lighter out from his pocket. He lit it.
Gabriel was a wolf like myself but he was a big guy with a round belly. He loved to drink and smoke and eat in his spare time. The inside of his Hummer always smelled like smoke. He was the same age as me, 26, but he was about 5 inches shorter than I. He was the arrogant type, but still one of my best friends.
Dmitri looked at Gabriel from the corner of his eye while he was fixing his tie, but for some reason he seemed worried about something. Gabriel looked at his gold watch.
"We have a whole 10 minutes until we are considered 'late', so stop worrying, fox."
Dmitri focused on the cigarette in the wolf's mouth.
"Why do you smoke this early in the morning, Gabriel?"
"You need something to calm your nerves before you see the 'Gates of Hell'"
'The Gates of Hell' was our boss's nickname. His real name was Seto Gates, or Mr. Gates as he insisted.
Lucian, the one who had been driving the Civic, finally got out of his car. He walked over to the hummer where Wade was. Wade got out with his briefcase in his paw. They talked at the car in private then suddenly burst out laughing before they continued coming our way. Me, Gabriel, and Dmitri just looked at them. They joined out little get together at my car.
Wade, the one on the right, had medium brown fur. It was the same length as mine and just as groomed. He wore a silver dog chain (like mine) around his neck. Mine had a tag at the end that said, "none of your business" written in Japanese. He was a computer fur. There was nothing he didn't know how to do with a computer. Everyone else in our little group had a basic laptop with internet, but his had the works. Last time I checked, he was watching the Japanese stock market. What 25 year old does that?
Lucian stood on Wade's left because he knows he ain't right. Back in the day, he had some . . . problems with authority but now he has it under control, so we think. He was a Pit Bull, and yeah I know it's racist, but I never trusted a pit bull in my life except for this one. I could trust Lucian with my life. He had light brown, short fur with big white spots that hugged his skin. You can see every muscle in his body. I liked that.
"What was that all about?" Gabriel said to Lucian, the Pit bull. He just smiled a bit and looked at Wade.
"Nothing, just thinking about 'the Gates of Hell'." The pit bull said.
"Why are y'all so scared of him? He's just a Coyote, like you, Wade. Can't you talk to him? Don't you Coyotes have some kind of 'brotherhood'? Tell him to take that stick out his ass." Gabriel said chuckling. Wade just smiled and didn't answer.
"Ok, we're all here. Can we go now?" the nervous fox said impatiently.
"Why the rush? You can't wait to suck Mr. Gates balls today?" Gabriel said with a laugh. His whole body shook like a bowl of jelly or Jell-O. I laughed a little bit at that. Dmitri blushed and turned away. He never did that before. Usually, the fox would make a remark about Gabriel's size or his name. I stood up for the kit fox.
"Just come on. You know Mr. Gates' new policy. He docks an hours pay for every minute we are late." I said.
We walked on to the door. Our tails swished back and fourth together in perfect time. Dmitri's bushy red tail touched my paw. Man he was sexy. I just had to touch him. I reached over and knocked some invisible lint off his shoulders.
"What?" The fox asked as we walked to the entrance.
"Oh, it was just some lint." I said with a huge grin on my muzzle.
We all walked through the door of the Escobar Research Clinic, our personal Heaven and hell.
Dmitri, Gabriel, Lucian, Wade, and me have been best friends for over 10 years. Every since 9th grade in Franklin technical high school, we would hang out together in the cafeteria. Back then; we were the "elite" gays in the huge social order of the high school universe. Yeah, by our senior year, everyone knew we were gay and we wanted it that way. We demanded respect no matter what.
Franklin High was the best school in the district thanks to us. We almost never got hassled by anyone because of our sexual preference. We were simply the greatest furs to ever hit that school. We were legendary. In our school oath,
"It is the mission of Franklin Technical High School Association (incorporated) to work the best of our ability to become good scholars, [insert curriculum], and productive members of society. We dedicate our quest to be our best to all those who came before us. Franklin High, Number 1, Second to none, as our success is written in stone, and if you don't know, now you know. [Yell] F.T.H.S."
They didn't have a legacy before us, so every time we hear that school chant, we know that it is specifically honoring us five.
Wade, who was one grade lower than me, was captain of the soccer and the football team. With him, our school was undefeated for all four years he was there. He played all positions and dominated since he was in 10th grade.
Lucian and Gabriel was in the marching band known as the F.T.M.B. (Franklin Tech marching Band) Gabriel was, as always, a pompous, arrogant, smart mouth bastard of a brass player prodigy. When he was in 9th grade, he beat every senior and took his or her chair. He was the first freshman section leader in the history of the school (and the only) to be head of ALL brass instruments. He played 3 types of trumpet, about 6 sizes of trombone, 3 sizes of baritone horn, euphonium, French horn, mellow phone, tuba and fugal horn. He was the toughest section leader ever, but he whipped the brass half of the band into shape. He had early morning practice, called 'sectionals', during every school break and holiday. With him, the F.T.M.B brass sections reigned supreme and unchecked, but the woodwinds were falling apart. Gabriel didn't care about them; all he cared about was the fact that he was on top and unchecked, that is until he became a sophomore. That was when Lucian joined marching band.
Lucian was one grade lower than Gabriel (Gabriel, Wade, and I were in the same grade). When he joined marching band, he only knew how to play clarinet, but near the end of the semester he knew how to play 7 sizes of clarinet, the flute, 4 sizes of saxophone, and piccolo. By the end of the year, he too became a freshman section leader. He ruled over all woodwinds and became best friends with Gabriel. That is until, Gabriel picked up a clarinet and Lucian picked up a trumpet. The two prodigies competed with each other all the time and the F.T.M.B became number one in the state.
Dmitri, on the other hand, was more into his studies when he came into Franklin. He never got lower than a 3.9 G.P.A. and was valedictorian. Dmitri was so smart back then that the principal had him help the curriculum leaders look over the teacher's lesson plans every week.
I was an artist. I won enough awards to fill a room. I even had my own fan club, mostly women. They knew I was gay but didn't care. That's what made it so interesting. I had more women, back then, than a 70's pimp. I was published in several magazines, newspapers, and had many interviews.
All five of us would all sit at the same lunchroom table. When Gabriel, Wade, and I were in 9th grade, we met each other by chance, just randomly sat down at that table near the window. Somehow, without asking each other, we knew we were all gay and we made it known. We became best friends and the "elite" gays in the school. The next year we met Lucian and Dmitri. We invited them to our table.
After high school, we threw all of that out the window. We all went to the same college, studied the same thing, and partied all the time. We still did our own thing though. Gabriel and Lucian still competed but Lucian had some trouble with the police, I still painted and sketched, Wade still played football and soccer, and Dmitri was still valedictorian.
Wade got news about an opening of this new company in town right after we graduated. . We all sent in our resumes and were all hired. The money as good, 20 bucks an hour. The work was hard, the hours long, and work got gradually more boring each day. We partied every other night, then it was only on weekends, then it was once a month, now we barely do anything together except meet up in the parking lot before work or sit around my apartment and watch TV and eat.
We entered the building through its revolving door. The main lobby was right in front of us. It had dull colored linoleum flooring. Those fluorescent lights were on every morning. There wasn't much light coming in through the one window on that floor. In front of us was a lioness behind a desk.
"Hi boys!" she said enthusiastically as the five of us approached her.
"Mari? Why are you so happy today? It's Monday for goodness sake! Lose that smile and save it for Friday." Gabriel said belligerently as we passed. I lingered behind a second and said,
"Don't worry about him, Mari. Have a nice day and take it easy ok." I said smoothly, not getting to far behind the group.
To me, "Escobar Research Clinic" was a battlefield and a different battle would end every Friday, but not without taking many casualties along the way, like Gabriel's people skills. This week, it wanted Mari's cheerfulness. She was the newest intern. The lioness always had on a bright vivid something on her shirt. Most of the time it was a flower. Today she had a blue carnation. That blue was the only color in the building; everything was black and white and oftentimes faded into gray. I wouldn't allow for Mari's sunshine to be destroyed.
I caught up to the group just as they were entering the elevator, which was a few feet behind the desk. The stainless steel doors closed. It was crowded, but we were the only ones getting off at the fifth floor. We walked off the elevator and into a huge room filled with cubicles all of them in drab shades of gray or off white. All of the male employees had to wear a black suit with a black straight tie and a white shirt. The women had to wear a black skirt and white blouse and a special black scarf around their neck. Everyone had to wear that stupid little badge with his or her embarrassing picture on the front.
The five of us had a cubical in different areas of the room. We went our separate ways and sat down in our uncomfortable company issue chairs and turned on our computers. We did this everyday and it became systematic. After I did that, Mr. Gates, our boss, started doing his rounds. Today was report collection day. Everyone had to turn in his or her report or prepare to do his or her presentation to the company. This day came only once a month and it was always a Monday. Mr. Gates walked down ever isle. He came to my isle very quickly but he stopped at the Great Dane's cubical across from mine. Mr. Gates, with his white coffee mug with the company emblem on the side, talked with the guy. His name was Mark. I couldn't hear what they were saying but according to Mark's paw gesture when Mr. Gates left and was heading to my cubical, it wasn't a good conversation.
Mark was a tough Great Dane, he was in prison with Lucian and they got to know each other, if you know what I mean. Lucian was in prison for causing a disturbance, that is, if you call getting staggering drunk, running into a police car at a stop light, then as the officer gave him the ticket, he set it on fire and throwing it at the cop, a disturbance. Mark was in there for possession of an illegal firearm. He got off easy because he said to the judge, "That AK47 was in the car when I bought it." which was true but, he bought the car the month before. When they got out, Lucian noticed that Mark went to our college and he got him a job here.
Mr. Gates came towards my cubical. I put my briefcase on my table next to my computer to look busy.
"So Mr. Wolfram," my last name, "Do you have my report?"
I silently reached into my briefcase and handed him a copy of my 15 page report. Mr. Gates had a smirk on his face.
"You know if you didn't have my report, I would have had to suspend you for a week?" He said mockingly looking over his glasses at me. He took a sip of his coffee which he did all day long no matter what time of day it was. He sips the stuff all day but the caffeine never got to him. I guess stones do not have nerves.
"Ok Mr. Wolfram, I will have your new assignment after I look over your report. Now, If I find any mistakes in it at all, anything as little as a mis spelled word, I give it back to you. You can re-type it on your own time, Mr. Wolfram, and it will be considered late, and you know what a late report gets you." Mr. Gates said with a smile. He always talked almost comically in the way he would insult you or threaten you in his calm, emotionless voice. I smiled a bit, being the goof ball that I am. I loved to smile, and Mr. Gates was a joke to me. He left out of my cubical taking a sip of his coffee.
The gates of hell was a Coyote. He knew the dress code very well, black and white, but since he was management, he got to wear different colors. Today he had on a Blue suit and a red shirt and a white tie. His hair was slicked back with lots of grease (or 'Product' if you will). He wasn't thin, yet he wasn't thick. He was the right thickness, but with no muscles. I could hear him sip that coffee as he went to the cubical next to mine. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Apparently, the guy next to me didn't have his report. I heard Mr. Gates laughing then some papers being thrown to the floor when he left. I heard the fur next to me say, "A Damn report cover!!! I damn 99cent report cover cost me a weeks pay!!!" I shook my head. I pulled out my cell phone and called Dmitri to warn him about the Gates of Hell's 'Collection Day Monday.
My report was for this new jeans company called "White Shepard Clothing co.". They designed a new type of jeans for long furred furs like myself. Usually when I ware tight pants or shirts, it always looked somewhat bulky, but with their clothing line, I got to show off my muscles. They gave me the entire line for free for research. That was one of the perks for working for this company, you get lots of high quality free stuff.
Dmitri, who also had fluffy fur, had to do a presentation for the board today we all did. His project was to create several slogans and Icons for "White Shepard Clothing co". When Mr. Gates got to him, he told him he had only five minutes to get to the forum on the 12th floor and present his presentation and the owner of the "White Shepard", and several other board members, were already waiting for him. He quickly reached into his briefcase and took out his floppy disk, a notepad and his laser pointer. He dashed to the elevator and got off on the 12th floor. Mr. Gates sipped his coffee and laughed hard after he saw Dmitri get on the elevator.
He got off on the 12th floor, the "Marketing Presentation Floor". This is where people would present their marketing ideas or a company would present a new product for us to market. It was completely empty. The long boardroom table was empty, the forum was empty, and the auditorium was empty. He saw a clipboard by the door of the forum he was supposed to present in. It said,
White Shepard Clothing Company marketing presentations will begin at 10:00am today in this order:
1) Mark Plaza - defects in material 10:05am
2) Tuneious B. Wolfram - on the streets surveys 10:35am
3) Dmitri Gustav - slogan and icon ideas 11:05am
4) lunch - 11:35 to 12:35
The United Furry Motors co marketing presentations will begin at 12:40 today in this order:
1) Wade Casanova - defects in material 12:45
2) Gabriel Def - On the street surveys 1:15
3) Lucian Carter - Slogan and icon ideas 1:50
After both presentations, there will be a meeting in the board room for SELECT PERSONNEL ONLY from 2pm until 4pm.
Coordinator/ supervisor,
~ Mr. Seto Gates
Dmitri was pissed. He had to wait another 3 hours until he presents. He just sat down at the boardroom table and went over his presentation.
I had to present today also. Mr. Gates told myself and Mark what time to be in the forum today after he made a fool out of Dmitri. Gabriel, Wade and Lucian worked on a different project. They did the research on a new car seat for long tailed furs. This car company wanted to make them standard on all their models. They started a new branch of the company to make car accessories for different furs. Their presentations were to be made after ours.
They day went craptacular! After each of us made our presentations, we got our new assignments. This time we were in the same group. We had to test the effects of this new fur dye. It was going to be hell. Mr. Gates took us to the labs on the 6th floor. He gave us our lab equipment and whatnot then he left. This was one of our usual types of researches. We each had a degree in science and were prepared for such experiments. I looked at my watch. We had half an hour left. We just sat around and read the brief. The small company that wanted us to do this study was called "Deep Color" They hired our company so they can have more than one thing researched at the same time.
We had five minutes until it was time to go. We went back down to our cubicles and got our briefcases and we left out. I got into my car, and they got into theirs. I was so tired. Those presentations were hard and that briefing on our newest project was long. I just wanted to go home.
I drove was fast as I could down the Lodge freeway to get home. It was still a long drive. I parked in the parking structure of my apartment building and got out. I walked slowly to my apartment, opened my door and just plopped down on my couch. I turned the TV on. I sat and watched Tv for about and hour, just board as hell until I got a call.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, Blue, It's me Wade. I'm over at my house board as rocks, man! What you doing?"
"Just watching TV." I said with a yawn.
"That sounds better than what I'm doing. I'll be over there in five minutes." Wade said then hung up the phone.
After about 3 minutes, there was a knock at my door. I opened it expecting only Wade. Instead, it was the whole gang. Wade came in with a few pizzas, Lucian came in with a copy of "Resivoir Dogs" and "Pulp Fiction" on DVD, Gabriel had a bag of beers, and Dmitri had some popcorn. I looked at Wade and yawned. I still had on my suit and tie. I shook my head.
"Well, let me get dressed." I went back to my room and put on some jeans and a white shirt. When I came back into my livingroom, everyone had taken their seats and the movie was already in. I sat down on my large dark blue couch and had a slice of pizza. This is most we had hung out in about a month. Pathetic, eh? Five prime grade men, just sitting on the couch watching Tarantino movies. Life has just been a big gray boring blur since we left high school. We haven't went out to a club in about a month. It was depressing. "You can't keep a good dog down", I'm always told.
I reached for a beer from the bag. Gabriel remembered that I like Smirnoff Ice. I opened it up. It tasted good. We watched the movie and ate pizza all night. It sucked! We needed some action! I couldn't take it anymore!
"How about we go down to that new club downtown?" I asked then took a sip of my beer.
"That 'Club Superman' over on the boulevard and fifth street?" Lucian said.
"Yeah, I heard about that place! I hear they have like 3 stories to it and live entertainment." Wade said as he ate some popcorn.
"I bet there won't be any good men down there. The beer will be warm and expensive too." Gabriel said.
"We need to get out of this house, Ok. I haven't had a good yiff in a long while." I said.
"Yeah right, what about Jacob, that hot black panther from the gym?" Gabriel interrupted.
"We broke up weeks ago."
"Yeah, do need to get out. Yo apartment is starting to get a little lo tech." Dmitri said as he looked around. "You used to always have the newest electronics. Now you don't even buy video games anymore. Come on, lets blow this joint." Dmitri said as he got up and brushed the popcorn off his lap.
We all got up and stretched. I turned the DVD player and the 50 inch plasma screen tv off. (Yeah , I like to live expensively) It was true I haven't bought anything new in a while. My house was our own personal club. I had everything, video games, cards, dominoes, big screen plasma TV, a bar, and a pool table and there was a pool downstairs. I had everything but the male entertainment. I had once called a male/ male entertainment service for Lucian's birthday last year, but we all got drunk and broke my two thousand dollar table. After that, I said no more.
We rode to the club in Gabriel's Hummer. It was 11pm and the club was just starting to get crowded. We got to the door and paid the 20 dollar entrance fee. The club was banging! Furs were dancing, drinking smoking, having a great time. The bouncer noticed my look of amazement and said,
"There is a strip show and a fetish show on the second floor. The 3rd floor is V.I.P. Have a good time."
I could barely hear him over the laud techno music coming from inside.
"We'll all meet up here at 1 o clock. The fur with the most numbers wins." Lucian said. He had on his new purple tinted Cartier's which made him look even more sexier.
We all split up and went our separate ways. I stopped by the bar first and had a seat.
"Bring me a Smirnoff Ice" I said to the bartender. He left and came back with it. I paid 7 bucks for it but what the hell? A German Shepard sat down next to me. He had on a silver dog chain like mine but his had a leash on it. There was someone holding the leash behind me.
"Who told you to sit like your master?" The fur yelled at the Shepard. He got off the barstool and sat down on the floor like a common dog. His master took his seat next to mine. He ordered something from the bartender and glanced at me.
"Where is your master?" he said to me. I got a good look at the master. He was a Wolf like myself. I smirked a bit.
"I ware this chain for fashion, not for fun." I said. I took a sip of my beer.
"Well, If you want, you can come with me upstairs. They are having a dog training session after the fetish show."
I declined. He stood up with the leash in his hand and paid the bartender.
"Well if you change your mind later on, my name is Wesker, Tom Wesker. Here's my number. Maybe we can train this pup together." He said then walked away. He may have owned a pet, but from the way he walked and the way his tail swished back and fourth, I could tell he liked to be dominated as well.
I got up and walked around a bit, talked to a few fine fellas, and danced a bit. As I was dancing with this sexy fox, I saw Gabriel. I never knew he could dance. He was pretty good for a big guy. He could jit, tick, and break dance. The crowd made space for him in the middle or the dance floor. Everyone cheered when the song was over. The DJ came on the mike,
"As you all know, tonight is the best of Michael Jackson night. Coming up next is 'Smooth Criminal' followed by 'Dirty Diana'. Both of which I have personally mixed with techno. Enjoy the night here at Club Superman. Brought to you by the Yote with the Coat, DJ Black."
I danced with the fox during "smooth criminal" and we had another drink. We went over to a table and talked a little. It was more of a friendly conversation. The fox was only a kid, only 18, still in high school at his mother's house, but I still got his number. He had to go. "A big paper due tomorrow" he said. I could tell his parent's didn't know he was gay.
I went up to the second floor to see what was happing. There was basically the same thing as the first floor, but here were two huge stages in the middle where the dance floor was on the first floor. There were several nude furs on the first stage. There was a variety of furs. A wolf, a few foxes, a German Shepard, a few yotes ('yote' is short of coyote), a panther or two, and a jackal were all strutting their stuff on stage. There were countless other furs throwing their money on stage and shouting names.
On the second stage was a fetish show. Almost anything you could imagine was up there on stage. From hot candle wax, to whips and handcuffs. That wasn't my style. I just stayed over by the strip show. When it was over, they closed the curtains, they told everyone that there was going to be a 'dog training session' and everyone without a pet had to clear the stage. I stood off by the side against the wall by the bar. The blue and red neon lights were everywhere in the club and started to give me a headache. (Or was it the third beer?) There was a guy on stage with a fox on a leash. He instructed everyone on how to train their pets to obey them. I personally didn't understand the whole concept. Why would a fur want to be treated like a slave anyway? I was a bit tipsy when I ordered my fourth drink. I just watched the training session, laughing to myself as the pets ran around in circles to please there master. It looked so weird to me. Then I realized that in some way, I was like those 'pets' out there. At the "Escobar research Clinic" I had to do everything my boss said, therefore pleasing him. It made me shiver and feel dirty all over, like I needed a shower, just thinking about 'the Gates of Hell.
There were other furs watching this spectacle with a smile on their muzzles. I asked the buff looking wolf next to me what did he like about it.
"It's just the feeling of absolute power over something else. It feels good after a hard days work to come home and have power over other animal to make him please you." The guy said with a smile on his muzzle. He trailed off at the end but continued, "The pet gets something out of it too. I don't know what is, but they seem happy to please you in any way."
I went downstairs again. It was around 12:30. I danced on the dance floor for a few more songs with this lion I had met upstairs. He was one of the spectators. After the third song, he had to go. I got his number and took a seat at one of the booths. I ordered some chicken wings and french fries. Lucian, Wade, Dmitri and Gabriel came by and had a seat with me. Gabriel ordered 20 wings and two orders of fries from the waiter who was wearing nothing more than a silk bow tie and thong.
"You guys wanted anything?" Gabriel said after the waiter left.
We all laughed.
We sat there and ate and talked until 1am. The crowds had started to disperse to the parking lot. We decided it was time to go. Lucian, like always, had the most phone numbers. I think he had like 6. I only had 3, but pretty good though.
Gabriel drove us back to my apartment. From there everyone left for home and went to bed. We did still have work tomorrow. I thought about Mr. Gates and took a shower. I felt grimy. I slept good that night.
The next morning, we did our usual routine of parking on the roof of the parking structure. I of course was sleep when Dmitri woke me up. We walked into the building feeling better than usual. Gabriel was even nice to Mari. We went to our cubicles and dropped off our briefcases and went up to the 6th floor to work in the labs. We designed a few experiments before lunch as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
We went to a coney island for lunch, which we only did one a week, usually Fridays. It seemed like a better day. When Mr. Gates saw us come back from lunch smiling, he frowned.
"Oh, what's the matter? Is the work so easy you can smile and relax and enjoy lunch now? Well forget it! I want your project due in three weeks! Now get you incompetent carcases in that lab NOW!" He took a sip of his coffee, that son of a bitch. We hurried on to work. Usually a project like this would take on average a month or 6 weeks at the most. Three weeks was not enough time to fool around. But luckily, we did most of the hard work today.
When we got off of work, everyone came over to my house.
"We have to do that again." were the words of the overly exited Wade. He was practically bouncing off the walls. His ears were perked way up, his tail waved back and fourth as fast as it could without breaking off.
"It actually made the day go faster." Gabriel said.
"So, same place tonight?" I asked. They all agreed.
That night we went back to that same club, but this time were stayed together. We drank, danced, made fun of the 'pets' and got so many numbers my cell phone's memory was full. We were the life of the club. Each one of us left with at least one guy in our paws. That night when we got back, me and the fox I had met in the club earlier, yiffed all night long. It wasn't a relationship thing. It was just good, old fashioned sex with no emotional ties. (Except for when we tied during the yiff) It was so fun, we went to Club Superman, and other clubs, every night that week. And every night that week we had a different guy in our arms. (Yes, we furs did practice safe sex).
The next week, we decided to get a little more bolder in our now exiting night life. The next Monday night, we egged and T.P.ed Mr. Gates house. On Tuesday, we went to the mall and bought the same outfit. (I know, that is like so high school, but it was still fun). On Wednesday, we went to this other gay club and a ball. On Thursday we had called a few guys over to my apartment to play some dominoes and some poker. On Friday, we all spit in Mr. Gates coffee. And that night we went to the movies. On Saturday, we went back to Club Superman and partied until around 1am and we got invited to this party at the luxurious Canine Inn. We stayed and partied there until about 5 in the morning. We, of course, rested on Sunday and chilled out.
On Monday night the 6 o clock news was at Club Superman. They filmed us dancing and partying and drinking on bottles of Courvoisier and having a good time . They named us "The Pentagon". Luckily, they didn't get our faces, because Mr. Gates would have had our ass's on a platter. After that, we started throwing our own little "shindigs" every other night. On Wednesday, we had a party over at the beach. On Friday we had a get together at my place. On the next Monday, we were at the best hotel in town, "The Davidoff". It was so much fun, but what made it so good was that it wasn't just hedonistic partying, it was always balanced with a workload from hell, so we really didn't feel guilty afterwards.
"The pentagon" hung out mainly at "Club Superman". One night while we were there, we met the owner. He praised us, because we always attracted a crowd. He invited is to his V.I.P. lounge to hang out with him and his crew. After a while, Hige, the owner, became one of our best friends. He always gave us V.I.P. passes and free drinks.
Hige was a Boxer (the dog, not the athlete). A tough gay fur who knew how to run a business. He often told us that he thought this club was going lame, but then we showed up. He would often have private strip show for us up in the V.I.P. lounge. Hige would help us sabotage Mr. Gate's car, his new Benz. We put bleach in his oil, sugar in his gas tank, and a potato in his tail pipe. Yeah, life was great. It was always funny seeing Mr. Gates late everyday and have to have an hours pay deducted for every minute he was late, but after a while, he had that rule changed.
Things were looking up for us. I started back painting and got published in several magazines. Lucian and Gabriel teamed up and had an award winning Trumpet/ clarinet duet in the park on Sundays. Wade started volunteering at the youth center. He would be a guest speaker for the soccer and the football teams, since he did almost get drafted by the NFL if it wasn't for his bad knee. Dmitri occasionally helped kids out after school with their homework, between 6 and 8pm at the YMCA. But no matter what, we still partied hard between 10pm and 4am.
It was a Thursday when these three big, buff, wolves came up to Hige demanding protection money.
"Look, Mr. Matoni doesn't like it when guyses like you don't pay, understand." the first wolf said as he hit Hige in his muzzle. I saw this from the corner of my eye. I put down my drink and walked over to the three furs giving Hige a hard time. I tapped the first wolf on his shoulder. He turned around. "CRACK". I hit him dead in his jaw. He fell to the ground. The second came up behind me and held me as the third wolf beat me with a baseball bat. Lucian, with his Pit Bull instincts, came up behind the guy holding me. He hit him with a bottle of beer then socked him in his jaw. Just then, Hige grabbed the first guy by his shirt and socked him in his face until his arm got tired. I was on the ground, spiting up blood. I rammed the third guy who was in front of me. He fell to the ground with me on top of him. By this time, the V.I.P. was cleared out. I hit him in his jaw , left right, left, right. The guy was almost out so I got up and started kicking him in his muzzle and a stomach, then started stomping him. That's when Gabriel, Wade and Dmitri came from downstairs. Gabriel was still eating chicken wings when they came up. Wade helped Hige out, Gabriel helped Lucien out, and Dmitri helped me out. Together, we beat the crap out of the three gang members.
"And stay out!" The bouncer said as he tossed the mangled furs out into the street.
"Who were they?" I asked Hige as he took a sip of strong whisky.
"Runners for the Planets. They want a piece of my business." Hige said.
"'The Planets'?" I asked with a confused look on my face. I knew the Planets. They were ruthless murderers who taxed the local business. They had some beef with a couple of furs named Rafello and Eli who kept them in check lately. But now I can see that The Planets were back in business.
"They will be back, that I know." Hige said.
"And we will be here right next to you, Hige." Lucian, the natural born fighter said with his chin up.
"I'll beef up security, but I don't know. I may have to call The Chance Family." The owner said.
The Chance Family was a mafia that specialized in protection. They didn't ask for much and probably wouldn't charge at all since they already have beef with the Planets too.
"Look, you won't have to call the Chance Family, ok. You got us! What the Planets gone do anyway?" Gabriel said with a smirk on his muzzle. We all smiled.
The next day, they showed up again and with friends. It took us a while, but we sent them home to lick their wounds. They thought we were just some pups, punks who were too young to realize how big The Planets were. They were wrong. WE knew how to fight. Even though we had desk jobs, we fought our way through the early years in high school. Not everyone accepted that the best in the school were gay and we had to prove them wrong.
After the second fight, things got a little tense. They started to show up everywhere. At the club, at the restaurants we went to, at the movie theater, the hotel parties, everywhere. This went on for about a week and half. We were tired of fighting. Hige gave us a few 'toys' to deal with The Planets the next time we saw them.
"Yeah, these here will make'em holla." Hige said with a smile as he opened the trunk to his new Escalade. It was pretty dark that night. The lights on in his truck could be easily seen behind the club, that is, if anyone were ever allowed back there. There were five guns. He bought them especially for us. He passed them out.
"This here, I got for you Lucian. 'The Hand Cannon'." He passed him a .44 Magnum with a long muzzle and a box of bullets.
"This is for you, Dmitri. 'The Boom Stick'." It was an automatic shotgun with a pistol grip.
"'The Negotiator' is for you, Blue." Hige said as he passed me a Desert Eagle.
"'The Drummer Boys' are for you two." he said to Gabriel and Wade. He gave them both a set of machine guns.
"I want you all to take care of these clowns, ok?"
I had a look of worry in my eye. My tail went between my legs as I held the gun. I just wanted to get them off my back, not put them all to rest. I smiled and held the gun and pointed it as if I were aiming at something. I didn't want the others to know I was a wolf without killer instinct. That night when we got home, we each put our gun in the trunk of our cars.
The next morning we did our usual routine. I got there first in the parking lot and took my nap. For some reason, Dmitri was on my mind. I remembered when the four of us met. I was walking down the hallways of Franklin High, skipping my English class. I already knew Gabriel back then, he was the only other gay person at that school I knew at the time.
* * *
Franklin high was a big school, about 7 floors. I walked down from the 4th to the first floor where the band room was. Surely enough, there he was, practicing his trumpet solo in a private practice room. I had my portfolio with me. It had all of my drawings I did by myself. I never showed it to anyone because there were a lot of gay yiff drawing in there. Wade was sick all that week and stayed home from school.
I walked up to Gabriel, who didn't hear me come up behind him.
"Gabriel?"
"What the hell do you want, Blue?" He said as he put down his horn in the chair next to him. He was sitting facing away from the door. He didn't see me, but he knew my voice.
"What you practicing for, fat ass?"
"There's going to be this Marching Band Contest next week and Mr. Barina wants me to play this." another fur peaked into the practice room. He was a Pit Bull.
"Gabriel, Mr. Barina said that we should practice together." The fur said. Gabriel sighed.
"Look, I'll be out there in a minute." Gabriel said impatiently. When the fur closed the door, he said, "Stupid Freshmen!"
"Who was that?" I asked.
"This new freshman, his names Lucien. He got chops, I can tell ya that, but if he thinks he's getting this solo he better wake up. Mr. Barina always pairs us up. He think's that pit is lighting a fire under my ass to get me to work harder, but it's not working."
But indeed it was working. I haven't seen Gabriel practice this much in a long time. I rolled my eyes.
"What?"
"Nothing . . ." I said. Gabriel got up from his seat. He was a big wolf, so I bet the chair was relieved
My tail waved like a flag. Gabriel got up and went towards the door.
"I'll be back, just getting me something from the vending machine." He said with a burp.
I knew he would be a while. When Gabriel hit the vending machines, he hit them hard. He would be gone for a while. I looked over at the silver trumpet on the chair. Gabriel had left already down the hall. The vending machines were on the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors. He was going to hit all of then, this was his lunch hour.
I grabbed the trumpet and left the practice room with a mischievous grin on my muzzle. I went back upstairs and just walked around on the 3rd floor carrying Gabriel's horn (lol). The bell rang when I noticed I left my portfolio in the practice room. "Crap!!" I thought to myself. I turned around to go down the stairs but then I saw Mari and her friends coming up. They were laughing.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked the group of girls.
"Hey, Blue. *chuckle* there's an 'art gallery' down stairs by the band room." The lioness said with a smile. "I didn't know you were like that!" she continued. I had a look of fright on my face.
I hurried down the stairs to the second floor. Lucian was looking for me. He stopped me.
"Hey, there you are! Gabriel want's his horn back!" the ninth grade pit bull said as he snatched it from my hand. "He's really mad! He put something of yours on that huge wall outside of the main entrance to the music department."
"I know." I yelled as I ran down the stairs. I made it down to the stairs and ran to the music department. There it was. It seemed like half the school was there. Then there he was, Gabriel on a ladder (this made me smile a bit, there was no way it could hold him for long). But all of my gay yiff drawings were pined up against the wall. There at least 25 of them. All of them on large sheets of paper. Gabriel even put up a banner, "Tuneious Blue Wolfram's Gallery". I was shock! First of all, Gabriel knows I don't like my first name. Gabriel yelled from the top of the ladder,
"What's the matter, Blue? This is your big unveiling! You personal gallery!" he said with a huge smile on his muzzle. I felt as though everything was moving in slow motion. I saw everyone laughing, all except for one fox. The room started to spin.
When the crowd was cleared by the principal, I had to take down my pictures. I got a 2 day suspension for bringing pornographic material to school. Gabriel only got a slap on the wrist because Mr. Barina, the band director, bailed him out. As I took them down, that fox showed up again. He stood next to the ladder.
"You need some help?" He asked in polite almost British voice.
"Uh, yeah." I said as I passed him a few of the drawings I took down. "Could you put these in the trash for me?" he took then in his paws.
"No!" he said sternly. "These are beautiful! If you don't want to keep them, I'll take them!" the fox said with a smile looking down at the pictures in his paws. I looked at him and thought, "He's gay!!" I stepped down off the ladder.
"You liked them?"
"Yeah! They are really nice. Aren't you that artist who was in the paper yesterday, eh, Tuneious Wolfram right?"
"Yeah!"
"By the way, my name's Dmitri, Dmitri Gustav. I'm very pleased to meet such an accomplished artist!" He said. I immediately fell in love with his eyes. His big red tail with the pure white tip caught my eye. Then I realized that he was the valedictorian of the freshman class. The principal put his picture in the main hallway for everyone to see. I smiled. I could tell that Dmitri is the educated, sophisticated, art lover who also likes yiff on the side. I had a grin on my muzzle from ear to ear.
We talked, and I invited him to me Wade's and Gabriel's table when I got back from my suspension. They never told my parents the truth. That was one thing I was grateful for. They told my parent's I was fighting, which was my request. Gabriel invited Lucian to the table. The next day we were 'the elite', me, Gabriel, Dmitri, Wade, and Lucien.
* * *
Dmitri woke me up as usual. He had a cup of coffee waiting for me. Even though he wasn't my boyfriend, we bonded more then the other three did. Wade drove his car that day. Gabriel and Lucien cane up next. We talked for a while as usual but as we were walking towards stairs from the roof of the garage, we heard tires screech. It was an all black Suburban. We all got out of the way as the car past us, but then, the car backed up. We knew it was trouble. The five of us ran back to our cars. The Suburban opened fire as we ran. I dove on the side of my car. The other's my have done the same, I couldn't tell.
The Suburban blocked Dmitri and my car in. I ran to the back to the trunk. The bullets were flying everywhere, my car was totaled. Dmitri was already back there. He was panting hard. His chest heaving in and out causing his chest fur to ruffle. If this wasn't a life and death situation I would have kissed him. "Open your trunk!!" I had to remind myself. I fumbled for my keys in my pocket. I got the key out and opened it. I pulled out my desert eagle. That was going to be no match against their AK47's. I was nervous but somehow, I got the courage to take control of the situation.
"Look, I'm going to stand up in a minute and open fire! You, run over to your car, pull out that gun and join me! You got me!" He nodded, "Good." I took a deep breath. "Go!!" I yelled.
I stood up and shot four times while Dmitri ran for his car. Wade and Lucian had already done the same and were returning fire. Then another three SUV's pulled up. They opened fire. I ducked back down. Everyone's car was blocked except for Gabriel's. He was in the driver's seat of his Hummer. He honked the horn. "Get yo asses in here!!! Come on! I ain't got time for this shit!" He yelled honking the horn repeatedly. Just then, two furs in black got out of each SUV and ran towards the Hummer. Gabriel pulled off, pushing the other SUV's out of his way. He was shot in the arm as he hit one of the furs in black. The Hummer went out of control and hit another car near the edge so hard, it flipped off the top and fell 8 stories. His Hummer was hanging off the edge of the roof of the parking structure. The rest of us regrouped by the remains of Lucien's car. We all sat there, bullets whizzing by. Fiver of the six guys in black we running towards us.
"What now?"
"Look, Wade's car is still in driving condition. I say we take out as may of those dudes as we go get Gabriel and get the hell out of here." Lucien said. Without and agreement, he got up and opened fire of the group of furs in Black. He ran across the parking lot. Gabriel met us halfway, bleeding to death. We headed towards Wade's 1998 blue Ford Taurus. I jumped into the driver's seat. Wade passed me his keys. The engine started. 5 brand new furs came out of a van with guns. They wanted us out of there. I shifted into gear and pulled out. I hit two of the guys as I left down the path that Gabriel made. We made it down the ramp and onto the 7th floor of the parking garage. The black SUV's were in hot pursuit. Lucien, who was in the front seat, opened his window and fired out the windows with his carbine he got from Hige. Gabriel was in the back in the middle, bleeding to death. Wade opened his window and did the same.
"We got to get him to a hospital, Blue, fast!!" Wade said as he was shooting. I dodged a lot of cars of our co- workers who were just getting to work. Most of them swerved out of the way as I went down the wrong side of the down ramp.
"I can't go to the hospital with mutha fuckas shooting at us!!" I pulled out my cell phone as I whipped a 90 degree turn doing 60mph with only one hand. Good thing Wade didn't have a stick shift! "Here, call Hige. He should be able to help us." I said as I passed my phone to Dmitri. I had Hige on speed dial.
"Talk to me." He said when he answered his phone.
"Look, the plants are here at my job. We need your help! Get us somewhere or some back up something!!"
"Shit, shit, shit! uh, ok, um, yeah! Go down to the docks on the east side of the Avanti River. I got a warehouse over there. Blue know's where it is. I'll have some back up waiting on you."
"We need a doctor too. Gabriel was shot in the arm!"
"Got it. Just get to the warehouse as fast as you can." Hige said. Dmitri closed my phone.
"What he say?" I asked as I abruptly merged into traffic after getting out of the parking structure.
"He said go to the warehouse in the docks on the east side."
Without saying anything, I took a sharp left turn to the main street. I opened that aurus SHO as much as I could. The SUV's somehow managed to catch up to us. They started shooting again, not caring about innocent people around us in the busy streets. They shot out the back window and we all ducked. I swerved and got on the opposite side of traffic. I went back over. The car rolled left to right.
"I've been meaning to get those shocks fixed." Wade said.
Lucien never stopped shooting out the window until he ran out of bullets. He ducked his head back in.
"Need ammo!" he said as he threw the guns to the floor. I ignored him trying to concentrate on the road. The morning traffic was heavy. The sun was bright and shined right in my eye.
I was doing 105mph when I became airborne after going up a steep hill. When the car landed, we rolled over about 4 times before finally stopping as we hit a telephone pole. The SUV's were in the distance. The cops were on there way. We all were fine, except of course for Gabriel. I still had about 2 bullets in my gun so I walked back to the middle of the street and flagged down the first car I saw. It was a gray E Class Benz. I put my gun up to the window. The lady driver quicky got out and we got in. I stabbed out and quickly reached 80mph. The SUV's were close, so close in fact that they rammed us. The Benz swerved hard but I got it back into control. I quickly turned down a side street, then another and another. But some how, the furs driving the SUV's kept with us.
The police blocked off the main streets, so we had to continue down the side streets until we made it to the freeway. There were police barriers, but I just plowed straight through them. The SUV's were close behind me. Who did they think they were messing with? I learned how to drive at age 6 and played car games since age 4. I knew everything the police was going to do. The freeway was empty which made it easy for me to drive. No it was up to who had the most speed. The helicopters would be there soon.
The police were also in hot pursuit. I never looked back. As I was always told my mother, "Never look back! Behind you is the past. If you look back, you will trip and fall into the future." MY cell phone rang. Wade answered it.
"Talk to me!"
"Were you guys at? I can get back up there in no time."Hige asked.
"We stole a grey Benz E Class and we're on the Lodge freeway by Dana AVE. But its' all blocked off and the cops are behind us."
"Don't worry about that, I got you some escorts, Rafello and Eli." Hige said.
"RAFELLO AND ELI!!" Wade yelled. I almost stopped the car. I looked back at Wade.
[to get more information on Rafello and Eli, read my story, "Rafello the Raven Son of Jack the Wolf" . To request a copy of this equally exiting story, email me at [email protected] , thank you!]
"Who?" I yelled.
"Hige got Rafello and Eli on our side." Wade said.
"They will be there in 3 minutes, just hold on until then, ok." Hige said through the phone. He hung up.
I smiled and kept driving as fast as I could in that Benz. Before long, there was traffic on the freeway.
"I thought the police had this all blocked off?" Lucien asked.
"It must be the work of Rafello and Eli." I said as I wove in and out of traffic.
After about 2 minutes it was gridlock traffic and the police and the three SUV's were too far behind. We got another call.
"Get out of the car!" was all that was said. We got out and was greeted by two furs: a wolf and a fox; Rafello and Eli. I was shocked. Eli and Rafello in the fur! Right here! In front of me!
"Come on. The police will be here soon!" Rafello said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the emergence staircase on the side of the freeway. We had a hard time getting Gabriel up the stairs but we made it. The black Suburban's were left behind. The police helicopter got there too late. There was a limo waiting on the side of the road for us. The police never saw us.
The driver drove us to the warehouse. The music was soft. Rafello, the wolf, offered us some stiff drinks. We accepted. We sipped and rode in silence except for Gabriel's moans. Non of us could believe Hige got in contact with Rafello and Eli, the criminal masterminds. Eli, the fox, sat next to me in the limo. I felt tempted to ask for his autograph. Everyone knew these two furs, but very few have ever seen them.
We made it to the warehouse in about 8 minutes. The driver parked in the back, the side by the water. Me and Wade helped carry Gabriel inside. Rafello and Eli walked in ahead of us. As we entered, we heard lots of noises, machines running, furs barking orders, etc. Hige met us at the door.
"So, how was it being saved by the masters?" Hige said with a smile. I just smiled. "You can set him over there on the couch. Rafello knows a good doctor. He'll be here in a minute." I set him down on the dark brown sofa against the wall. The warehouse was brightly lit. Everything was so white and shiny and new and clean. Hige directed us to his office near the back. The four of us took a seat. Rafello and Eli came in after us and also took a seat.
"These four gentle men here are Dmitri, Lucien, Wade, Blue, and over there on the couth is Gabriel."Hige said as he pointed to us. He continued, referring to us, "Fellas, I'm sure you know these two furs right?"
"So lets talk about payments here." Hige said.
"No need to. The Planets are our problem and its our fault since we should have taken out weeks ago." Rafello said.
"No, no. I'll pay you for your services. Is 2 grand enough?" Hige said.
"Consider it a favor." Eli said waving his right paw.
"Well then I owe you one." Hige said with a smile.
"By the way, you boys don't need to worry about the police looking for you. I'll pay them off. And I can get a replacement Benz to stop that lady from reporting it missing." Rafello said.
I was perplexed. I never said anything about us stealing a Benz from a lady over the phone.
"How did you know we stole it from a lady?" I asked.
"The decal on the side of the car said, 'Walk for Breast Cancer'" Rafello said. I nodded.
Rafello and Eli stood up and walked out the door of Hige's office. We stood up and followed them out. The male Golden Retriever doctor was helping Gabriel with his arm, then he came to see to us. We only a few bruises and scratches. I could see Dmitri just starting at Eli, the fox. Dmitri stared at him as I would stare at Dmitri. I just couldn't let him get away from me. I walked up behind him.
"You ok?" I asked breaking his stare. He turned around to look at me. He had a small bandage over his left eye.
"Uh, yeah." he said. I hugged him then kissed him on his muzzle. "Whoa! What was that for?" Dmitri asked in shock. I had never kissed him before.
"I know this is a bad time and all, but, uh, you want to go somewhere for dinner? Like just the two of us, nobody else?" I asked. He didn't hesitate on saying "Yes!" He hugged me tightly. I ran my fingers through his pure white chest fur. He murred and we held a long kiss.
* * *
We didn't go to work that day. It was about noon. We just all sat over at my apartment watching tv and eating pizza as if nothing happened. According to the news, nothing did happen. All they said was that there was a gang shoot out in a downtown parking structure and that no one was caught. Rafello and Eli had our cars toed and destroyed so no one would know we had anyting to do with it. I decided to call Mr. Gates.
"Hello, Escobar Research Clinic." The secretary answered.
"Yeah, May I speak to Mr. Gates?"
"Yes, please hold." There was some awful waiting music as she put me on hold. After about 2 minutes, Mr. Gates answered.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Tuneious, sorry I couldn't make it to work today. I woke up entirely too late. Did you hear anything about what happened today in the parking garage?"
"YEAH!! Those damn gang members cost this company 10 grand in damages! Speaking of that, I have to decrease everyone's pay by one dollar an hour."
"Does that include yours, Mr. Gates?" He laughed.
"Of course it doesn't. I'm management!"
"Well, ok, all five of us will be at work on time tomorrow."
"You better be there, Mr. Wolfram. That project is dues next Monday, you understand?"
"Yeah." I said solemnly.
"And by the way, tell Wade to meet me tonight at 9 at our usual place." I looked perplexed.
" . . . ok." I said then hung up the phone. I looked over at Wade.
"What have you and Mr. Gates been doing every night?" The coyote blushed a bit and looked down.
He sighed.
"Look, I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but I'm trying to get into Coyote Club. Its this prestigious country club out in Wayne City. Only Coyotes are invited. I was supposed to keep it a secret but, Mr Gates has been my escort to these once a week meetings."
We all looked at him. Gabriel laughed.
"You trying to get into a 'country club'?" Gabriel said. He laughed even harder, that fat ass. "You actually want to be a snooty boy?"
"No, I'm only doing it for the benefits If I get in, me and Mr. Gates will be cool. I could get us special privileges like being able to come in an hour late, get more time on our projects, and maybe even be able to get promoted before everyone else. So thank me Fat ass!"
Gabriel shut up. He lit another cigarette.
That night, Wade went to his meeting with Mr. Gates. I went on my date with Dmitri. The others went to the club for the last time. At midnight, we all met up at the club for our last drink.
"So you guys are gonna quit parting?" Hige asked.
"Well, no. We are just going to party a lot less." Lucien said as he took a sip of Vodka.
"Well, like they say, 'The good times are killing me.' I'm really going to miss seeing you guys every night. Here, come downstairs with me and watch the fetish show. Afterwards is the 'pet graduation' ceremony. All the pets that were able to be trained get to become 'certified pets'. It's a big event. Bottles popping everywhere!" Hige said.
We all followed him downstairs and watched the show and the graduation. It was one of our best nights.
The next morning, I woke up next to Dmitri. I was in his comforting arms. He licked my ear. I turned around in the bed and kissed him. I could still taste him from last night. My face fur was matted with his fox cum. We took a shower together, got dressed together, and rode to work together. He had on my silver chain. I finally got what I wanted, Dmitri.
* * *
We all sat on the couch in my apartment. The five of us laughed and watched tv and played pool, best friends. We've had enough partying. When you've been in one gun fight you tend to stay away from other ones.
"If life is like a box of chocolates, who is candy maker?
If we all died tomorrow, who would be the undertaker?"
~Blue Wolf
~ THE END ~
Well that's the end of my story! I hoped you liked it. All characters are mine but Tuneious Blue Wolfram (a.k.a Blue) is my personal character. Please send all comments, good or bad, to [email protected] and be sure to ask about "Rafello the Raven Son of Jack the Wolf"!
~Blue Wolf