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"Listen otter, I don't know what

you're up to, and whatever it is, it isn't going to work. I've got my eye on

you!"

A very drunk Mudge had both of his

eyes on the female in front of him. Two very bloodshot eyes. "Now listen 'ere

my fine beauty, Ole Mudge 'as only the best intentions towards your lovely

self, he does." His intention was, as usual, to get into the best parts of her

body. She was no fool.

"That's unlikely. You're a horny,

good for nothing, womanizing, thieving, self aggrandizing sot!"

He put on his best hurt face. "

'ere now! You say those things like they're bad or somethin! I work 'ard for me

reputation!"

The female Coati sat across from

him and clicked her nails on the table. She wasn't going to be fooled by Mudge,

not ever again. He was drunk enough not to recognize her under her paint, which

was fine with her. She had just gotten done on stage and intended to earn a few

coins before washing it off. The patrons in the bar thought her the most exotic

thing when she was painted like a geisha. Males that wouldn't pay a bit of

attention to her otherwise suddenly got hard-ons for her.  It wasn't much of a life, but it paid the bills.

But not the otter. He always managed to slip out before the tab was tallied.

"Look otter, if you have money,

we'll talk."

He nearly tipped over as he

scrambled to find his purse. He came up with a leather bag that jingled with

coins. "Ya see! Ole Mudge can pay his way. Just might be enough 'ere to last a

couple 'o days if we buy the cheap wine." He jangled the bag in front of her.

She made a grab for it, but he whipped it out of reach. "Oh no, I may be drunk,

but I'm not stupid drunk. Action first, pay later!" He suddenly wasn't sounding

so out of it.              

"Hmmmmm. I've got a lot of other

choices sitting around waiting for me to decide. Why should I pick you?"

"Easy love. I'm 'orny and I've got

money. By the time I'm done you'll be begging me to stay!"

She laughed, remembering him from a

few previous times. He was good.... "OK otter. You've got swagger, and I like

that. But understand that if you try to stiff me, I'll cut your throat and no

one here will blame me."

He put on his own show, looking

offended and alarmed at the same time. "But deary, if I don' go stiffin ya,

then what the 'ell am I paying for?"

She slapped him lightly while

nearby patrons snickered. She would have done it harder, but she actually found

his humor endearing. Still, she would feel better when his little bag of coins

was tucked safely away where only she knew its location.  Then he could tuck his horny little cock

anywhere he wanted.

Mudge took his punishment like a,

well, an otter. He had enough booze in him for it to be no more than a love pat

on his cheek. He knew who she was, even if she didn't know he knew. He had

watched her onstage a few times from behind the scenes. The hell if he was

buying a ticket! It was bad enough spending his hard earned coin on dipping his

cock much less sitting in with the high and mighty watching her with her

clothes on. If he was paying to watch someone, they were going to be naked!

Once she decided he was the one,

she made no waste of time going up the stairs. She dragged him along like a

sack of laundry, nearly causing him the fall. His head would have been fine

under that treatment but his favorite hat and its ever-present green feather

would not. He somehow managed it just fine on his own two feet.

The coati made a show of stripping

her clothes off, and Mudge watched her dance with keen interest. He followed

her every move with sharp eyes and a growing erection. Once she was done, she

batted her eyes at him and climbed into bed.

He had no such performance to give

prior to hitting the bed. He was male and his performance came once he was in

the bed. He yanked off his boots, pants, shirt and vest as quickly as his arms

would let him. His hat flew gently across the room to land on the dresser. The

rest of him landed on the sheets.

" 'ello luv! I just want you to

know I expect to get me money's worth out of ya. After all, I'm an otter. We

can be persistent in all things, especially money and love. "ere we 'ave both!"

Ploxia giggled with practiced

cuteness. "Oh you cute little water rat, don't think of this as paid sex. Think

of us as two star struck lovers about to perform a wonderful ballet under the

moon lit sky."

Moon lit sky? Mudge had done that

many a time, and it had cost him nothing. He shut up his thoughts with a grin.

He was going to get what he paid for and then some if he had anything to do

with it. He paid his money, and by damn he was going to get his goods." 'ere

now darling, you go thinking whatever you like. Me, I'm going to be shutting

down me brain so that me cock has more blood to work with."

He pried her knees and wiggled her

legs apart with one swift motion. Before she could think about protesting, he

had slammed his cock into her with practiced speed. Any hope she had of waiting

til he had passed out and snatching his money was gone. Resigned to a sleepless

night, the coati drew up her knees and grabbed his shoulders. Might as well

ride it out in style!

Mudge was a like a little wind up

toy. His spring was wound so tightly he was a blur of motion under the covers. The

coati dug her nails into his fur, raking the sensitive skin underneath. She had

had numerous lovers in the past, too numerous to count and may had been

forgotten. She was remembering why she hadn't stayed made hat him for long. This

night was going to stay with her. His vibrating body was sending chills and

thrills up and down her spine. Her own personal ministrations upon her own body

couldn't do what he was doing. Her first climax came quickly.

Mudge ignored her passionate little

yelps. He knew she was coming, but he paid for his own pleasure, not hers. He

put his muscles into overdrive, pounding away faster and faster until he thought

his heart would give out. Thankfully, his cock gave up first, blowing out his

pent up passion in hot sticky spurts. But even as he was unloading, he resumed

his thrusting. If she thought she was getting off easy, she had another thing

coming!

She had felt him blow, and was

almost sorry it was over. He was pretty good, this little thieving, lying water

rat. Her cunt was tight with the rigidity that came with a climax. An

additional pounding in that particular area would have nice. Most of her lovers

got off, got off, and go off, meaning they blew a load, left the bed and

departed to wherever they needed to. Not this one. He geared back up like a

woodpecker on speed.

Mudge was horny, but he was spurred

on with getting his money out of this broad. One good screwing and he would

have been glad to call it a night, or even for an hour's rest before resuming where

he left off. He didn't trust this one an inch. The moment he fell asleep, he

could see her in his mind's eye slipping out from under the covers and

tiptoeing out the door. One load wasn't worth what he had paid. Two loads were

closer, but he intended to get more.

He didn't know what she was into,

and part of him didn't care. He wasn't precisely a cad, but he wasn't

constrained by his normal sensibilities. He locked his arms under her shoulders

and went into a frenzy of activity. Her gasp cheered him on to greater things.

She was well on her way to another

orgasm when she uncontrollably jerked her legs upward. The motion was severe

enough to throw him off of his well balanced groove. One moment he was pounding

her cunt, the next, her ass. She let out a screech of pain at the sudden

intrusion to her off-limit hole. The problem was, his arms had her pinned and

her legs were hardly working. They were pretty much waving in the wind like

flags in a hurricane.

If he was paying attention or not

was hard to tell. He wasn't much of a back door man, but he was drunk and when

you were drunk, you didn't always pay attention to fine details. He was, and he

chuckled to himself over another time that had gotten him in trouble.  Besides, her yelling might just be because of

an oncoming orgasm. Like he said, he was paying for his pleasure, not hers. And

none of these details had been worked out before hand, so go with the flow.

Still, even with his clouded mind he

caught on quickly enough. When the hole you're pounding suddenly gets three

times tighter, there's a reason for it. He wasn't a complete jerk about it, or

maybe he was. He pulled out and started slamming the proper hole for about a

minute, then purposely slid out and back in the back. She yelped until he

withdrew, but he kept repeating the process until she started to cum again. He

slid into her ass one last shove and drove it home with a passion. She

tightened up like she had sucked on a lemon, causing him to lose control too.

He fired away like a madman on her ass until they both collapsed on the bed,

exhausted.

She tried to get her breath, but it

came in huge gasps. Her ass was on fire and she had a few things to say to him

about it. The problem as, as she lay there trying to get her wind, the feeling

flowing over her was wonderful. She found that even the pain in her butt was

nothing compared to the sensation engulfing her. By the time she found her

words, they only came out as, "Wow!"

                "I

agree lass. That's one tight back hole you've got yerself.  I ain't into doing it much, but ya just might

have changed me mind on the matter!" He wiggled his hips a little, since he was

still stuck inside that wonderfully hot and inviting hole. She arched her back

like she had been knifed and clawed his 

hide."

                "Sorry

lass! Didn't think it would bother you so."

                "Otter,

that was just like the most delicious feeling I've ever had from someone nibbling

my little pink nub, only magnified a hundred times over. It was so overwhelming

it's hard to tell where the pain starts and the pleasure begins. You got it in

you to try that again?"

                He

snorted. "Look 'ere, you're talking to an otter. They only time we give up is

when our 'eart gives out or the booze overrules our natural tenacity. I can

keep it up longer than you can take it!"

                "Try

me!"

                He did.

It wasn't too difficult, since he was still raring to go. He started slow, but

got up to speed pretty quickly. Ploxia was emitting a myriad of noises, not a

single one of which he was paying any attention to. If she was enjoying

herself, then great. If not, too bad. He paid good money and he intended to get

his fill.

                He went

back to his previous method, ducking out of one hole and then hitting the

other. It drove her crazy, all the while rubbing his cock in just the right

way. It had the added effect of lubing up her back door properly to keep him

from rubbing her raw. Well...too raw. Tomorrow, her stage presence might be a bit

stiff. It was a good thing she wasn't into ballet.

He came a little while later, just

ahead of hers, but he had so much momentum he didn't stop until she clamped

tight around him once again. He was in the proper hole this time, pounding away

with bone jarring force. She arched her back, sank in her nails and let out a

yowl that threatened to vibrate the windows into shards. Opera singers, he

thought; ya couldn't beat them for a grand finale.

He lay there panting for a while,

before slipping off and using the chamberpot prior to hitting the hay. He took

the time arrange his clothes and belongings. He wasn't expecting trouble, but

you could never be too prepared. He tidied hers up a bit as well. He climbed in

and gave her a loving pat on the head. "You're a good dame Ploxia dear. Now go

wash your face. Your makeup is smeared."

                She was

so out of it she didn't even realize that he called her by name. She

half-heartedly removed her make and crawled into bed. They snuggled for the

rest of the night. Come very early morning, she awoke feeling very sore and

very relaxed. Her head was a little clearer. Damn it! She had wanted to get out

of this with only his money. Oh, but he was so wonderful! Too bad he was a chronic

cheat and a liar. If he was more honest, then she might let him stick around.

He was snoring heavily. She made a

quick decision and rolled out onto the floor. She silently gathered her clothes

and put them on. Once dressed, she rooted around his belongings until she found

a leather bag that rattled ever so slightly. Without shaking its contents, she

grabbed it and held it in her hand until she was out the door. Then she stuffed

it in her purse and tiptoed down the hall to the stairs. With a parting, blown

kiss, she said "Goodbye Mudge!" and ran down the stairs into the silent

barroom. In a flash she was out the door.

Come daybreak, the otter was to be

found sitting at a table. He had ordered food and was impatiently waiting on

it. The owner came over and sat with him a moment. "So water rat; how was Ploxy

last night? A lot of other regulars were pretty pissed that she chose you.  I don't like my regulars getting upset. It's

bad for business."

"Oh, she's a fine one, that girl

is. Drilled her front and back I did. Thought she might wake up the whole

building at one point. I haven't had her under me in a long while. It was well

worth the money and then some." He grinned at something he found funny.

                "You

actually paid her? It's not like you not to cheat someone."

                Mudge

smiled. "Oh, I didn't pay her. She took me coin purse when she left this morning.

I assume she got what she wanted."

                The

owner stood tall above the table. "If you haven't got no money, how the hell do

you intend to pay the bill?!"

                "Calm

down!" He pulled a leather bag from his belt and shook it. "Ya see, I told her I

had enough for a couple of day's worth of carousing. I guess she thought that

she deserved more for less. That's why I had two purses." He dumped the

contents of this one on the table. Silver and gold coins spread across the beer

stained oak.

                "The

other purse had me small change in it; bronzes and the like. I'm afraid she

helped herself to the wrong one. She'll be pissed when she wakes up and finds

out. Course, by then, I'll be gone. Now where's my breakfast?"