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Working Bears

Part 2 - The Customer is Always Right

By Cyberklaw

Victor led Copper back to the work locker room, with it's adjoining communal shower. The other slave bears were already in there, having removed their collars and briefs and stowed them in their lockers.

The ferret showed him to his locker. Copper spotted some kind of outfit hanging up within, but didn't have time to look at it too closely before. He needed to get in the shower. He slipped off his briefs and collar, shoved them in the locker and headed to the shower.

The shower was full of wet soapy bears all helping each other wash, scrubbing at each others' bodies. Copped joined in enthusiastically. He knew on some deep level that Delaney would have had trouble with this, would have recoiled at sharing a shower with a large number of naked males. But to Copper, it was right and natural and well... fun!

Once they were all clean, the slave bears proceeded to help each other dry off, rubbing at each others' fur with big fluffy towels. It wasn't long before the clean and dry bears were returning to their lockers to get dressed for the nights work.

Copper was curious to see what his outfit was. He pulled out the items one by one and put them on. There was a blue jockstrap with a police department logo on the crotch. A police uniform belt, complete with nightstick and gun holster. He checked the gun and found it was fake, but a very good replica of an actual police side-arm. After that, there was a fake police badge on a chain which he hung around his neck. The final item was a police hat, that he settled onto his head.

Curious, the black bear glanced around at his colleagues. He spotted another bear wearing the same as him and realised it was Warrant. Beside him was Axe. The polar bear was now wearing a yellow jockstrap with a fire department logo on the bulge. He had a belt from which hung a fake fire axe and a fire-fighters helmet now adorned his head. He saw Hose wearing the same.

Looking about some more, he could see Sarge. He was now wearing a camouflage patterned jockstrap and a soldier's helmet, a pair of dog tags around his neck. And a few lockers along from him was Hammer, in a hard-hat and high-visibility vest, with a tool-belt around his waist and a blue jockstrap.

And then Copper realised. Everyone's slave names and outfit were connected to the job they did away from the club. And then it became obvious why Master Thurman had them all maintain their old lives and jobs. It must be to provide the customers the thrill of being served by, and in some cases sexually using, a genuine police officer, or fire-fighter, or soldier or whatever.

"Everyone listen up!" Victor called out. All the slave bears stopped what they were doing and stood to attention in front of their lockers. Copper did likewise.

"Okay, first things first." The ferret said, strolling through the locker room in front of the bears. "I want you all to join me in welcoming our newest slave bear, Copper." He waved a paw in the black bear's direction.

Copper found a large number of warm smiles directed at him. He smiled back at them as best he could.

Victor added. "Keep an eye on him, give him any help he might need while he gets into the swing of things. Understood?"

The slave bears all replied in unison. "Yes, Sir!"

"Now, a reminder of tonight's assignments." The ferret carried on. "Poser and Hammer, you're on the door. Doc and Encore in the kitchen. Sarge behind the bar. Hose and Grapple, customers have already booked you for private sessions at opening, so head to rooms 1 and 2. Everyone else waiting tables. When it's your turn on stage, I'll let you know. Everyone got that?"

The bears once again replied in unison. "Yes, Sir!"

Victor nodded. "Then let's get out there, please our customers and in the process please our Master!"

"Yes, Sir!" The bears bellowed out again, everyone smiling. Copper joined in, getting caught up in the energy that seemed to be crackling from his fellow slaves. Everyone seemed so pumped up at the prospect of making Master Thurman happy.

They all marched out into the club, taking up their positions. Copper joined the other waiters lining up by the bar, waiting patiently for customers to serve. A few of his fellow bears whispered words of encouragement in his ear.

Copper was determined to do a good job tonight, to handle whatever this new life threw at him and make his Master proud.

Customers started arriving, the first few proceeded straight to the private rooms. Then others began turning up, taking seats and calling for service. Each time, the next waiter in line sprang into action. The customers were of a wide variety of species, some dressed smartly, some more casually. Most of them were on their own, but there was the occasional pair or trio, usually sitting down in one of the booths.

There was music playing and once a good number of customers had arrived, Axe took to the stage. Copper watched with interest as the polar bear started dancing. The black bear could only admire him for his skill, gyrating and swinging around the pole on stage with wonderful erotic elegance, showing off and flexing almost every inch of his muscular frame, the bulge of his jockstrap continually rubbed again and again against the gleaming steel of the pole.

Copper seriously doubted he'd ever be as good as him at pole dancing. It seemed to go down well with the audience, as there were several whoops and yells of encouragement.

Eventually the time came for Copper to start working, rushing to attend to a newly arrived customer.

The customer in question was a short and stocky hyena in a simple business suit. He glared at Copper with a sly smirk. "You're new."

"Yes, Sir, this is my first night." Copper nodded. "My name is Copper."

"Good to know." The hyena reached out and grabbed the bulge of the black bear's jockstrap, giving it a good firm squeeze, continuing to smirk as he did so.

Copper shuddered slightly at the physical contact, the fondling paw feeling good. He was certain his old self would have recoiled in disgust at such treatment, but now he stood there, accepting it, his instincts as a slave telling him it was the right thing to do.

"Uhh... What can I get for you, Sir?" He asked, after a few moments.

"Just a beer, Copper." The hyena replied, pulling back his paw. Copper rushed to fetch him his drink.

As he went, he wondered if being fondled by the customers was normal. He glanced about at his fellow slave bears as they worked, waiting tables. And he saw that it was apparently very normal. Many of them were getting fondled and groped by various customers as they went about they jobs. He even saw that a customer at one table had a waiter stood before him posing, flexing and showing off his muscles for his amusement.

A thought suddenly came into his mind, a piece of knowledge. As part of the staff, his purpose was to serve the customers, to keep them happy. If that meant allowing them to run their over every inch of his semi-naked body, then so be it.

He vaguely wondered if that knowledge had been put in his head as part of his hypnotic programming, it seemed likely. But it didn't really matter. He knew it to be true.

After fetching the hyena his drink, and having his butt fondled, he continued to work, attending to the needs of customers at various tables. Many commented on him being new. It seemed the club had plenty of regulars who could tell he hadn't been there before.

The night wore on, Copper filling drink orders and the occasional food order, regularly having customers paws exploring his body. Now and again, another slave bear would take to the stage and perform another dance routine for the customers, but it never seemed to be Copper's turn to give it a try. Maybe Victor felt he wasn't ready for it yet?

Speaking of Victor, Copper regularly noticed him being called over to a table. He'd have a short conversation with the customer there, and then the customer would head off toward the private rooms, followed by one of the slave bears, to then return half an hour, or sometimes even an hour, later.

Copper found himself settling into his job very quickly. The attention of the customers made him feel good, and the knowledge that by keeping these customers happy an making the club a success, he was serving and pleasing Master Thurman, that made him feel extraordinarily good.

The only strange thing was the panda. One of the customers was a panda who apparently couldn't stop looking at him. He tried to hide it, of course, but every time Copper glanced at him, it was just in time to see the strange panda hurriedly turning away from him. It definitely seemed odd. But he wasn't one of the black bear's customers, so he never had the chance to ask him anything. Even if he'd had the chance though, his instincts told him it might be inappropriate for him to ask questions of customers beyond what he could do for them.

Eventually he stopped thinking about it. He had no idea who the panda was and was unable to find out, so he just put it out of his mind and focused on doing the best job he could.

At one point, he returned to his first customer, the hyena, and asked is he could fetch him anther drink.

"No thank you, Copper." The hyena replied. "Could you let Victor know I'd like to speak with him?"

"Of course, Sir." Copper nodded.

The black bear told Victor about the hyena's request and the ferret rushed off. He saw the Victor and the hyena share a quick conversation before the hyena stood and headed in the direction of the corridor that led to the private rooms.

Victor returned to him "Congratulations, Copper!" He said with a smile. "You've just been rented by a customer for a private session for the first time!"

Copper wasn't sure why he felt surprised. He knew it was just a matter of time until this happened, after all. A swell of nervousness rose up within him.

"Now, don't be concerned or nervous." Victor put a reassuring paw on his shoulder. "I know that in spite of all your hypnotic programming and desire to serve Master, this can be a bit daunting the first time. Especially since I'd guess you've never had sex with a male before, correct?"

"Yes, Sir." Copper admitted.

"Don't worry about it." The ferret advised. "Everything you need to know has been put in your head during your programming. Just follow your instincts. Stay focused on giving the customer what he wants, keeping him happy."

"I'll do my best, Sir." Copper nodded with determination.

"Of course you will." Victor chuckled. "Now, the customer may want to dominate you, or may want you to dominate him. Or there may be role play involved regarding your profession outside of the club. Just remember, give the customer what he wants. If he's not too open about exactly what he wants, which can happen, figure it out quickly and give it to him. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." Said Copper.

"Good." Said Victor. "He's got you for half an hour. Room 5. Go!"

"Yes, Sir!" The black bear hurried to obey, heading across the club to the private rooms.

Once he left the main area of the club, he was confronted with a simply decorated corridor lined with doors. Each had a number plate on it. He found the one marked '5' and, with a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

The room he now found himself was large and decorated simply yet elegantly. It was a little sparse on furnishings, a large comfortable bed and big cabinets lining one wall.

The hyena was there, getting undressed, stripping off his suit. He grinned as Copper entered.

The black bear stood by the door, standing to attention, waiting for instructions or some indication as to what the customer wanted.

The hyena finished undressing and stood before him completely naked. He was shorter than Copper, and a little chubby around the stomach, but seemed to be in reasonable shape. He padded over to the black bear and gave his cock a squeeze through his jockstrap.

"All mine for thirty minutes." The hyena sniggered. "You look rather good, and should look even better once you've built your muscles up some more. But I wanted you now. The chance to be the first to use the club's latest slave? Too good to pass up, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, Sir." Copper nodded.

"Of course you do." The hyena laughed. "The big brainwashed bear couldn't possibly do anything else but agree with his Master's customers! Now, in this room, you will use my name, Mr. Cartwright."

"Yes, Mr. Cartwright." Copper said.

"Oh that Thurman really does fantastic work." The hyena looked copper up and down, admiring the black bear. "So completely enslaved. He really is the best there is. I do wish I could do what he does..."

Copper stood where he was, silently listening to Cartwright chatter away. He was starting to wonder if this talkative hyena would just end up chatting for the entirety their time together.

Apparently not. The hyena soon wandered over to the cabinets. He opened the first and glanced at the contents. Copper briefly glimpsed what could only be described as sex toys inside before he closed it again, of varying sizes and shapes.

Cartwright moved to another cabinet, and seemed more satisfied with this one. Copper saw it was stocked with all sorts of leather things, straps and restraints. The hyena rummaged through it and pulled something out. He turned and tossed it to the bear. "Catch!"

Copper snatched it out of the air and examined it. It was a pair of handcuffs. Did the hyena want him to put them on?

"Well, officer?" Cartwright said, wearing a suggestive smile. "Aren't you going to try and arrest me? After all, I've done some very nasty things to keep my company going..."

Victor's advice came to Copper's mind. There may be some role play involved. Obviously that was what the hyena was expecting, and it was down to him to provide it.

The black bear brandished the handcuffs and stepped towards his customer. He adopted the most professional tone he could manage. "Mr. Cartwright, I'm placing you under arrest, on charges of..." He fumbled for a moment for something suitable, but quickly recovered. "On charges of fraud and embezzlement."

He stood before the hyena, glaring down at him. He reached for him. "You have the right to..."

The hyena moved, much more quickly than Copper would have expected, ducking under his grasp and darting around him. Before he realised what was happening, the hyena had snatched the gun from his holster. He suddenly felt the barrel of the gun pressed against the back of his neck.

"Paws up, officer!" Cartwright snarled. "Or I blow your fucking brains out!"

Copper knew the gun was a fake, a replica, but he played along. It was what the customer seemed to want. He raised his paws, still holding the handcuffs.

"Now, don't do anything silly, Mr. Cartwright." He said. "Let's just calm down. Put the gun down and we can..."

"Damn prattling cops!" The hyena said, interrupting him. "Always sticking their muzzles into my business and making things difficult for me, fucking with me..."

The bear let him ramble, standing in silence. It seemed the hyena had some issues with police officers, he'd likely more than a few run ins with the law.

"Well, now, I'm going to fuck with you, cop!" Cartwright laughed. "And I'll bet you're not going to like it!"

Copper took the hint, he wasn't supposed to enjoy this. "Please, don't do this!" He pleaded, hoping it was good enough. "We can work something out!"

"I've already worked something out, officer!" The hyena chuckled. "I'm going to fuck your brains out! Paws behind your back! Do it!"

Copper obeyed, moving his arms down and putting his paws behind his back. The handcuffs were snatched from him and quickly slipped onto his wrists.

"That's better." Cartwright said. The gun poked Copper in the back. "Now move over to the bed."

The bear did as he was told, walking towards the bed. "Mr. Cartwright, please think about this, you can't..."

Copper was shoved roughly in the back, sending him stumbling forward, landing face first down on the bed. He started to try and get up, but the hyena was suddenly on top of him, the gun poking at his back.

"You stay right there, officer." Cartwright said. "Stay right there, keep your muzzle shut and let me fuck the life out of you!"

The bear sensed it was time to stop the role-playing and let the customer have his fun. He lay there on the bed, handcuffed and helpless, his ass exposed and ready.

A brief wave of trepidation washed over him. He'd never been fucked before. This was going to be something new and strange. He hoped he'd be able to handle it. But somehow he wasn't all that worried. He remembered what Victor had told him. All he needed to know had been put in his head during his programming. He just assumed that included how to handle what was going to happen next.

He could already feel a hardness being stroked between his butt cheeks, being moved into position, the hyena shifting his weight on top of him.

And then it came, the hyena's rock hard cock plunging into him with a merciless thrust. There was an almighty stab of pain and Copper couldn't help letting out a shocked yelp.

Cartwright chuckled and began grinding against the black bear, thrusting in and out of Copper's ass with a determined ferocity, growling and moaning with pleasure as the bear's tight hole clenched around his cock.

For his part, Copper's pain at the first intrusion of the hyena's hard meat was soon replaced with an incredible pleasure, both at the sensation of being fucked and the knowledge that he was serving a customer. It felt so much better than he would have thought. The notion briefly floated through his mind that he might very well have been programmed to enjoy and love this so much, but that thought disappeared as he realised that he didn't really care.

He let his instincts, hypnotically programmed or otherwise, take over. The bear started to grind back against the hyena in time with his movements, joining in with Cartwright's rhythm as best he could as the hyena kept on continually fucking him, plunging himself in and out of the slave bear.

He also did his best to keep his hole clenched and tight, wanting to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for his customer. Deep down he knew that was the most important thing here, making the customer happy. If he also got enjoyably fucked in the process, that was just a happy bonus.

As the fucking continued, he could feel the hyena gradually getting faster and faster, driving in with more and more ferocity, plunging himself in as far as he could each time. Each thrust sent a jolt of electric pleasure shooting through Copper's body. He couldn't stop himself moaning.

"Fucking cops..." The hyena snarled, through his grunts and groans as he didn't let up slamming his cock into the bear beneath him. "Now I've fucked you!"

Copper could feel Cartwright's cock throbbing more and more inside him. Despite his inexperience, he somehow knew that meant the hyena was close to reaching his climax.

And he was right, as a few minutes later, the hyena orgasmed. Copper felt the cock bury itself deep inside him one last time, twitching and shuddering as it exploded, pumping the hyena's seed into him, filling his bowels with a juddering, pleasurable warmth. At the same time, Cartwright threw back his head and left out a huge growl of absolute ecstasy.

Instinct once again led Copper to clamp down on the hyena's cock, using his tight hole to milk his customer's meat as best he could, drawing further moans from Mr. Cartwright.

Eventually though, the hyena was spent and collapsed atop Copper, flopping down onto the bear's back, panting and gasping. After a few moments rest, he eased his softening cock out of the black bear's ass and rolled off him, lying down on the bed beside him, eyes closed, smiling broadly.

"That was very good , Copper." The hyena said. "Really helped me blow off some steam. You did a good job."

"Thank you, Mr. Cartwright." Copper replied, feeling a swell of pride at having managed to please his customer.

"Not the the way I'd have preferred to blow off steam, of course, but oh well..." The hyena muttered as he lay there, mostly to himself.

But copper felt the need to comment on it. "If there's something else you'd like to do with me, Mr. Cartwright, I am happy to serve. We have a little time left."

The hyena opened his eyes, turning his head to look at the bear. "That's very nice of you to offer, Copper." He laughed. "But it's out of the question. I was just thinking of a little fantasy I have of beating a cop with his own nightstick. But we can't do that."

"Why not, Mr. Cartwright?" Copper frowned. He didn't like the idea of being beaten, but if it would please his customer...

"Thurman has his rules for this club." The hyena explained. "One of which is no doing anything with the slaves that risks permanent damage. I have no intention of breaking his rules. I've seen what happens with those that do." He smiled knowingly at Copper. "Let's just say, I knew Victor before he was 'Victor'."

This took the bear by surprise. Was Mr. Cartwright saying that Victor used to be a customer?

The hyena sat up and stretched. "Damn smart of Thurman having him run this place. Makes him a constant reminder to the rest of us club members what happens if we break the rules."

Copper lay where he was, taking this in thoughtfully.

Cartwright got up from the bed and moved out of the bear's sight. A few moments later, he felt the handcuffs being unlocked, his paws being freed.

"I believe our time is up, Copper." Said the hyena. "I imagine you need to get back to work."

The black bear got himself up off the bed and collected his gun, returning it to it's holster. As he was heading for the door. Cartwright stopped him for a moment by grabbing his arm.

"But you did a very good job here." He said, giving the crotch of the bear's jockstrap a playful squeeze. "I think I will definitely be making use of you again in future."

"Thank you, Mr. Cartwright." Said Copper, with a smile and a nod. He then left the room feeling proud of himself for doing well with his first time serving a customer in private.

Copper returned to the club, where Victor gave him permission to head to the bathrooms and clean up his ass and the hyena cum now dribbling from it. The black bear did so as quickly as possible and then went straight back to work, waiting tables. By that point, the hyena had returned from the private room, now fully dressed. He had another drink before leaving the club.

The night carried on, Copper fetching drinks and food for customers, allowing them to grope him whenever they liked.

He was rented by another customer, a heavyset bull, for another private session, but it was very different from the time with Mr. Cartwright. Hardly anything was said, the bull simply pushed him up against the wall as soon as he entered the room and proceeded to fuck him standing up, hard, fast and rough, eventually cumming in him with a simple restrained grunt. When he was done, the bull got dressed and left without saying a word.

Copper simply accepted it. If that's the way the customer wanted to treat him and use him, then so be it. He was there to serve the customers, after all. Sure, the time with the hyena had been more pleasant and fun, but he was a slave, it wasn't his place to decide how he was used.

The black bear wasn't used again that night, spending the rest of the time simply as a waiter, serving the refreshment needs of the club's customers. The strange panda he'd noticed departed at some point, remaining a mystery to Copper.

In the early hours of the morning, closing time arrived and the last of the customers left. Copper felt rather tired as he joined his fellow slave bears in marching back to the locker room, where they all proceeded to change out of their outfits. Victor wandered through as they did so, complimenting them all on a good night's work.

Another communal shower followed before them all got dressed again in their leather collars and Thurman logo briefs. There was a general air of exhausted satisfaction among the bears as they filed out of the locker room, bound for the slave quarters and bed.

"Copper, stay a moment." Said Victor, suddenly.

"Yes, Sir." Copper replied, standing aside while his fellow bears departed.

Once they were alone together in the locker room, Victor looked at the black bear seriously. "I need you to tell me about the first customer you served in private tonight, the hyena. Tell me every detail you can."

Copper was a little confused by this, but did his best to obey. "Well, Sir, he was..." Suddenly his voice trailed off, unable to say anything further. He tried again, to force a description out, but he couldn't, he...

He noticed that Victor was smiling, apparently satisfied with the bear's difficulty. "It's OK, Copper, I just needed to test your programming was working." He explained. "For the discretion of our customers, we're all programmed not to be able to talk about any details about them when the club is closed or when we're outside of this building."

That certainly made sense to the bear. He suddenly remembered when the other bears had been sharing stories about their experiences working at the club, none of them mentioned any specifics about any customers. He hadn't noticed at the time, it had just seemed normal.

Victor patted him on the shoulder. "You got off to bed now, Copper. It's been a busy day for you, and you need to get some rest. You'll have a full day tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir." Said the bear, turning and leaving.

Copper headed straight to the dormitory in the slave quarters. He arrived to find all his fellow slave bears already snuggled up in the beds in twos and threes. He paused, wondering if he could just...

"Hey, Copper, come join us!"

The black bear looked and saw that it was Sarge calling to him. He was cuddled in one of the beds with the massively muscled grizzly bear called Poser.

He wandered over and got into bed with them, both of them cuddling up against him, their bodies pressing against him. It felt good, relaxing and comforting. It didn't take him long to drift off to sleep in their arms, satisfied with his first day as a slave of the Working Bears Club.

To Be Concluded...