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The Simple Things

Chapter Three

By Roofles

"The Hilton Hotel? Isn't that a bit ritzy?" Richard asked leaning out the window, tongue out and looking up at the high skyscraper. He had been like that the whole car ride. I had been afraid to getting pulled over.

"Not paying for it. The company is," I rolled my eyes as I turned the engine to my Compact rental car off; no it wasn't my choice either. I wasn't even sure the engine was all the way off. Stupid hybrids. "And they wonder why they're going under. Renting me this car, spending it on the hotel... On that note," I turned to face the dog who was still half way out in the window, his rear in my face and tail wagging. "The hell are you doing here?" I nearly snapped as I gave his tail another yank.

An hour ago he would have gave a yelping barking growl, so many mix reactions from it. We spent the whole ride here talking about it though so it wouldn't be an issue in the future. I just found it as a way to really get under his fur. Now he let out a yip and sat back down rubbing at it. His tail was already sore from the car seat, the back of which didn't open up for the brown fur tail to stick freely out. The tip of which was still wagging. Things didn't escalate but at the same time they hadn't fully recovered yet.

Richard didn't own a car, he took the bus and had missed it staying in to help me finished cleaning our office space. We even found the old training video. I hated that movie. It was far too accurate to how Central ran. So of course it was the neighborly, humane thing to do to give him a lift. He just so happened to live near me. Apparently...

This was mainly due to the fact I had stupidly told him where I was staying before asking where he actually lived. And you know what they say. Bring a dog home. And...I don't know? Give him a bath or something. I never owned a dog. I don't know what you do with them.

"I'm coming up for coffee, aren't I?" Richard asked, inviting himself along.

There was one of two reasons for this. One? He had never been inside a nice hotel. And two? He had absolutely nothing better to do. I took a moment on this and thought of all the possibilities.

So I shrugged and didn't say no. And he followed.

The building rose up to the skyline as a testament to man's great creations. It had once been a far older building that had been sold, bought and remodeled just enough to look like a Hilton to pass. The outside had been put to shame by the, in my opinion, sleazy showboating display with the massive Hilton sign on top. Once you passed through the entrance it was another story.

The spinning doors were knew but even the carpet under my shoes was the same as it had been before. Only the outside had been redone, like a new shell to the same crab. We were on the coast, I could smell the salt in the air, of course sea references were going to come to mind.

Older elegant pillars stood in twin rows up the central walkway towards the desk. The architect who designed them had spent hours, days and weeks just designing them. Such intricate patterns that weaved together in random lines yet looked at from afar could see the pictures it created. Of children playing, of families picnicking. It was a work of art.

A long red carpet had been rolled out in the middle of the pillars leading to a large desk that took up the whole center of the wall. Statures rose up on the side of marble, looking something you'd see in Greece.

I checked in, filled out some paper work (I was good at that anyways) and for some reason was given a pair of keys. I figured a back up or spare and headed for the elevators in the corner. A fountain was on the left side of the large entrance with doors on it's sides. Each opening had large curtains tied up allowing it to serve as a door if need be. I could see a cozy cafe behind them with dozens of tables, a small banquet sized booth used to serve breakfast from and a counter bar. On the other side was a gift shop, though I couldn't fathom why. Just a way to make more money; working for a big business I've learned to hate them. I could even see where they had torn out a fireplace, lounge room in order to put the money maker in. Who even buys gifts at a hotel?

The desk clerk had been nice enough. She was some kind of Equidae-Sapien. And I saw bag boys, maintenance staff and even a few residence here and there that were Animalians. The rest were human. Rich folk, business men and woman like myself and their families. I could make out two sets of people as I came up to my floor.

Those who were too busy to deal with it and those who found it horrifying that they would be staying in a place run by them. And by them I of course meant Animalians. Some got generous tips of cash and others got the vocal kind. "Get a real job," "Do better if you didn't get so close," and my personal favorite "What is that? A fur coat?" They only got dumber as they went. None original or even half witty. Just random, snobbish insults.

"Are people always so dumb?" I had to ask as we rounded the corner and several kids mocked gasped at the Six Three chocolate Labrador and ran in the opposite direction giggling.

"Kids are the best." Richard smiled watching them go before looking at me who was watching rather wearily. "I have Six nieces." He explain.

"Oh, ok. That's far less creepy."

"Five nephews." He went on.

"Wow. That's a lot."

"Four brothers." He still continued and I just shut up with my comments of mild surprise. "Three sisters, Four step-sisters and Two-stepbrothers." And then he smiled, shrugged and shook his head. "Big family's are common."

"In Irish Catholic homes, yes." I chuckled.

"You get used to it." And he walked past me. "Or you don't." He added giving a slight head nudge at the closes door that had opened up to look at what all the commotion was about, only to slam the door in the canines face. He winced back, ears folded before laughing it off and went on his way.

Damn, lepers had more respect than he did. Was this common everywhere? Or just in the upper class? I didn't mull on it. It left a bad sour taste in his mouth.

"Which room." He asked and I tossed him the key. He caught it skillfully with one hand, spun it around and opened up the door he was standing next to.

I followed in with my briefcase.

The room was rather large and had an amazing view of the city. The curtains had been opened, a welcome basket laid out on the table with room service numbers on the side stand. There was a chocolate mint on the pillow that Richard was already eating.

Lights were already on from the city and gave us a view of not only the fireflies dancing in the night but of the open sea that stretched out farther than the eye could see. It was nice.

"Rizty place indeed." I wasn't sure if he was talking about the room or the chocolate but shook my head finding it morbidly funny that a chocolate Labrador was eating chocolate. Ah, I'm far too easily amused sometimes.

"Yup." I agreed tossing my suitcase on the Queen size bed. It slid off the side with a thunk and hit the wall next to it. The sheets were far nicer than my own and there were enough pillows for a large family to sleep on comfortably. "Why are you here?" I asked again watching the dog flip through the mini-fridge.

"Keeping you company." He stood up with some foreign beer in hand and popped the end open with his dull claw. "And for the coffee." Then he took a long drank.

"Sure, coffee." I half laughed watching. His thin black lips sealed around the end of it and the hoppy ale just poured down into his muzzle. "Tell me," I had to ask, resting against the wall and folding my arms. "Can you even apply suction?"

That fishhook eyebrow rose up as he looked over at me. "Excuse me?" He asked though he didn't sound insulted at all. In fact his tail wagged. "Depends on if you have a desk in here or not."

"Well if your here I might as well put you to use." I was aware of the double entendre.

He gulped again and not from the beer.

"When you drank coffee you used a," I cleared my throat trying not to laugh. "Sippy cup." He frowned now. "So I was wondering is it possible, so I don't make a future mistake, that you can't use, say, a straw?"

"Why do you ask." Richard said and a sly smile crossed his lips. "Hoping to get something sucked?"

"Like a straw?" I offered and undid my shirt a bit to match the dog's. Just getting comfortable. Richard was the one to rest against the wall and watch this time, still with his eyebrow hooked up.

"My, my aren't we the forward one?" Richard practically purred and I saw that far too long, wide tongue slap against the side of his muzzle and lick around it. I think he was trying to be sexy but it really was lost on me.

"Nope." I said and tossed my jacket off, sat down on the bed and rested back. "Toss me one." If the company was paying for it might as well enjoy myself. They better be paying for it that is.

Richard did and walked over.

I turned the tv on and tried to undo the shoes, drink the beer and unfasten my belt buckle at the same time. All unsuccessfully I might add. So, to my surprise, Richard helped out. Maybe it was a dog thing but he took off, rather than brought, my shoes before sitting down.

I gave him a look but he didn't even seem to notice so I shrugged it off. Some culture's wash each others feet. Still strange. To each their own.

"You don't mind me being here?" Richard coughed in his hand as he took a seat next to me. Hell I figured I'd be the nervous one here and yet the dog seemed to be having a minor panic attack and a inner turmoil, conflict, as thoughts seemed to spiral around in his head like a whirlpool.

"What?" I gave him a look again before laughing and slapping his back, wrapping an arm around and gave him a hugging squeeze. Hell was that the problem? "Nah, man! Your the first friend I've made here!" And I gave him a stronger squeeze. "I'm glad to have someone to hang out with, you can show me the sights around this place."

"Yeah." And his hand rested on my thigh. This made my own eyebrow pull a fishhook and I looked over in time to see him coming in for the kill.

His lips were warm like leather. Soft, welcoming and inviting. And I returned the gesture in fervor. Wrapping an arm around that thick neck and pulling him roughly against me, grabbing at the thick hide and feeling his warm fur between my fingers. And already I found myself groaning against him.

Richard moved and sat across my lap, resting his knees on the bed and facing me; pushing me down and straddling my hips as our lips remained sealed. I rubbed up his bare sides and felt only flesh, underneath his shirt and gripped at his back as I heard the first low moan escape his lip. Already he was tenting in his loose pants, grinding down against me. He turned his head to the side, and to put it poetically, we sucked face. Disproving my previous notion, putting it to shame. Not like I was complaining now.

The chocolate Labrador was already beginning a slow, steady rhythmic grind that shook the bed underneath me. Rocking it back and forth with each one. I think I remember the sheets being comfortable, silk and smooth but my attention was stolen by the verdant arousal in the dog's tenting, pre stained pants. It swelled and formed a nice outlined bulge in the front. I gave it a good squeeze, cupping my whole hand between his legs and got a reward in turn.

A low, whimpering groan as the dog finally pulled back, closed his eyes and lifted his head skywards as if saying a silent prayer of thanks.

It was thick already, filling my hand and, through the pants, it was hot to the touch, dripping from the tip and growing with slow steady pulses. Each made the dog groan. I could practically feel his heartbeat. And I could tell he wasn't wearing underwear.

He begged without words and I, eventually, gave him a moment to pull down his pants.

A dripping, throbbing red canine cock jumped out, popping free in the air with a tennis ball sized knot at the end...

"I'm coming up for coffee, aren't I?" Richard asked, inviting himself along. He gave me a hopeful look as he pulled his head back in. His eyebrow and ear rose as his head tilted, the other ear and eyebrow falling as if someone put a weight on that side of his head. I figured it was his brain rolling to the other side.

"Thanks," I said but shook my head. "I think I've had enough...coffee for the night."

Richard wasn't offended, in fact he just casually shrugged it off as if he asked if I wanted the last piece of his dinner. There wasn't much to it. And I just...didn't want to make sure he got the wrong impression. What with tonight's conversation and all. And my own libido making my mind wander as it was.

The fact of the matter was simple. Just met the guy. Didn't even know if he was interested in that way or if it was just a fuck kind of thing or if he wanted a real dedicated relationship; all the above wasn't favorable in my situation. Couldn't commit to anything, sleeping with another employee would really look bad on my record (even if the other one was off the record) and finally? I'm not even sure what to think of Richard.

He was...adorable. But adorable wasn't sexy, it wasn't handsome. Cute is not an appealing quality in any way or form. It wasn't like he had a baby face, or a puppy face. It was just. Just, I wasn't sure how to look at him. To treat him, on that matter. He was a dog.

You don't see them in magazines or on posters or even on TV usually. Or they are only characters for that role alone, for what they were and not who. Not from their acting ability, and I've seen some out act the main character. The only thing that would come to mind would be to find things online, to figure this out in that context. Everything was online after all. Other than searching google, I didn't have a clue where to look. And it's not like I could say "hey let me see your cock and if it doesn't turn me off, maybe we might fool around or something."

So all the above? No. Not happening.

"You alright?" Richard asked, sitting on the window of the door and looking over the top of the car at me. I wasn't even sure when I had gotten out.

I rubbed the brow of my nose. Closed my eyes. And took an even breath. "Yeah, just tired is all." It wasn't exactly a lie. I hadn't slept in ages it felt like. My brain was beginning to sputter and spark to a halt, and felt like mush at the same time. Jet lag. I blamed it on that.

That single fact that this man, this canine no less! Was causing me to feel such...confusion on the matter. Even when I came out I didn't have this big of a problem.

I was jet lagged. Tired. Ate too much sushi combined with coffee, NOT a good combination. And just needed sleep. That was all.

"What the hell is your job title?" Richard asked, I assume out of random curiosity and to strike up our conversation once more.

As if in robot mode I replied. "Statistical analyzes and data reconfiguration of input data." And he laughed.

"Damn. And here I thought Office Clerk was a bad title." He shook his head and we chatted a bit more. Simple things. Shooting the breeze kind of things as the night grew old and the cold finally made us give in. Richard didn't mind the cold, I could only fathom as to why, hah.

We parted on good terms. We exchanged another hand shake and a nose bump (more he initiated and my sleep deprived mind didn't stop him in time). We even exchanged numbers and we waved our goodbyes. And I found myself watching him head down the street, hands tucked into his pockets and just walking away with a swagger.

And that's when I realized the Third option. He might have taken it as an insult. Me accepting his invitation to join me tonight, if I couldn't seduce him I might be the one to try to force something. And if he rejected me? If he got upset and didn't want to be friends over it, it hadn't been the first time. I'm not sure how I'd take that. To lose my only friend here.

Man's best friend indeed.