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Even when the economy was failing, there were at least several industries that didn't seem at all endangered by Great Recession.

Gambling was one of them, of course, as people were always quick to think that spending a dollar to make a million was a good investment, even if the odds of winning were astronomical.

Alcohol and cigarettes never suffered, either. When times were tough, people had to do whatever they could to keep a positive outlook on life, and that meant spending what little extra cash you had on cheap alcohol and a quick burn, instead of saving it for the good times supposedly ahead.

"It'll be $300 an hour, if you really think you can cough that up..."

And, of course, when it came to keeping a positive outlook on life, there was one industry out there that would keep any man feeling like he was at the top of his game, even if he had to pay for it.

"And just how much would it be to keep you overnight?"

That industry was prostitution, and with internet advances making it that much harder for females working the streets to be caught, business was booming.

"You don't really look like the kind of fella that can afford that," was the soft, delicate reply from the voice of a someone who looked like an angel, but had quite the reputation for being a devil between the sheets. Twig Lollete, a twin-tailed fox that knew exactly what she wanted in life, and exactly how to get it, resorted to prostitution rather quickly after she finished her required schooling. She was hedonistic to a fault, having no shame about enjoying her work as much as the males and females that paid her for an evening in bed.

After all, they were paying to have sex with her, and that thought alone was rather empowering. It helped that, no matter how you cut it, she was getting paid to do something that she loved...and everyone else was paying her to do it.

Tonight, the soft, snow white fur with red paws, eartips and tail tips were the alluring sight in the eyes of a new customer, and one that didn't look the part of anyone special. Twig herself was out at the bar that evening in a tight, form-fitting red dress, one that matched perfectly with the accents in her fur, and a flowing bottom that stopped just at the middle of her thigh. Her customer, on the other hand, was a gruff looking male; he wore nothing more than a white t-shirt and blue jeans out to the bar, his fur was a bit messy, and between his ears, headfur was left untouched, as if he'd just climbed out of bed.

Twig, by contrast, kept her long, flowing, blonde headfur neat and clean, with tiny bows of red at the ends of the shoulder length locks. It was a classic example of a poor, lowly fellow reaching out of his league for someone much more well off, but in this case, money was the great equalizer, and Twig couldn't help widening her bright, neon pink eyes when she saw a thick wad of hundred dollar bills come from the pocket of the male's trousers.

"It's better not to reveal to the wrong people just how much money you have, especially in times like these," The male replied. He'd looked downtrodden before, but just at Twig's shocked reaction, he couldn't help flashing her a fang-filled grin. If Twig looked past the fact that he was dressed like a slouch, it was easy to see that the white t-shirt was nearly tearing around the toned, powerful musculature of his torso and upper body, and his tail wasn't dirty; it was long, proud and sway behind him with an air of excitement, one that only the most dominant wolves typically had. "But if you're really that concerned about your hourly rate, here's my evidence that I could keep you for days if I wanted to."

"Hmmph. You trying to say I'm not good enough to hold onto for that long?" she asked, leaning over the martini glass in front of her and resting her cheek in a paw, gazing into the cold, ice blue eyes of the jet black male.

The wolf shook his head as he finished his own drink, a cheap, domestic beer that he bought on tap. "Not at all, m'lady. I'm trying to say that you wouldn't be able to handle more than a day with me..."

Twig raised a brow, letting one of her own fangs peek out as she grinned at the still nameless wolf. "Try me, buddy."

The wolf set down his payment for the drink along with a rather generous tip, and stood up from his bar stool, acting far more chivalrous than a prostitute would be used to as he offered his arm to her, acting more like the escort than the escorted. "That's the plan, my vixen delight. And your name is?"

"Twig," she replied quietly, wishing that she could hide the minor blush under her cheeks, knowing that it was rising up to the surface of her fur. "And you are?"

"Just call me Ren," he muttered. "My real name isn't important...and it isn't like you need to learn it."

Just like that, chivalry was kicked over by the typical response that Twig was used to...but she wasn't going to judge Ren, not just yet. There was already something different enough about him for her to withhold her opinions, at least for the moment.

**

It didn't take long for things to unfold almost exactly as Twig expected they would, as if she was just watching a video tape of herself with any of the other males she'd bedded before.

Ren was sitting upon the edge of a king size bed in a hotel room, watching with wide, interested eyes as Twig undressed herself. He made no effort to hide the growing excitement in his jeans as he leaned back a little bit, giving Twig a view of just how tented his pants became after just a little time with her, but Twig was used to seeing such a reaction. She knew that she was beautiful, and she relished in the fact that she could so easily bend a man to her whims, if she so desired.

In this case, she knew she would be the one being bent, before all was said and done. It was just a matter of time.

"You certainly know how to tease a man," Ren muttered under his breath. It was one of the first things either one of them uttered, after they spirited themselves away to a hotel not far from the bar they met in. "If you take your dress off any slower, I'm going to die of old age before we begin."

Twig knew that her job meant she had to keep a sultry, teasing grin upon her lips, no matter what a customer said to her. It didn't matter how poorly they treated her...all that mattered was the pile of money upon the table in the hotel room, one that piled up to over $3600...twelve hours worth of time to do whatever Ren felt what necessary.

"If only I could be so lucky," Twig shot back at him. She offered a quick wink thereafter, but it was force of habit on her part...and Ren was quick to recognize it.

"...Stop that."

Twig paused, as her paw started lowering the straps of her red dress, revealing a matching shade of crimson underneath for her brazier. "W-what...?"

"Stop playing the part with me, Twig...stop doing your job."

Ren had no qualms about showing off the kind of man he was. His pockets were every bit as deep as the pits of the ocean, and his heart was actually filled with compassion for people that were stuck in a role like Twig was.

Of course, he didn't know that Twig was in this world willingly, and that she actually enjoyed doing what she did.

"Oh...heh. I get it," she replied dryly. She lowered the strap from her other shoulder, letting the dress fall away from her body and crumple up on the floor in a pool of red silk, revealing the final piece of clothing, a matching red thong that scarcely covered her womanhood. "You're one of those good guys who's gonna try to convince me that what I'm doing is wrong, and you have all the money I need to turn my life around, as long as I just get myself off of the streets...am I right? Gotcha figured out?"

This time, it was Ren who was surprised by how sharp Twig was...but her train of thought was slightly off the mark.

"That's not it at all," Ren admitted, "Although I've got more money than you could ever need. Sure, I'm a good guy, Twig, but I'm not here to try and free you from the streets...just from your own script. I don't want this to be a typical night of prostitution for you, or for me...I want you to throw out the rule book, stop acting like I'm a normal customer, and really let yourself go..."

It was true that Twig had a tendency to fall into a routine with her customers...she knew what most men wanted, and most of the men didn't care one bit about her enjoyment. This guy was different...he wanted real, gritty, authentic sex, and he was willing to pay to get it...that meant he was desperate. He'd be authentic himself, and for once, Twig had a male that she didn't have to act a certain way around. She could truly be herself.

"...Okay, you got me...most guys are a fan of the slow strip tease and the topless blowjob," Twig suggested, before giving Ren a wink that was much more heartfelt. "Not that I think you'd complain about that, but...what do you want?"

The words acted almost like a trigger for Ren, who bounded up off of the edge of the bed and pounced at Twig. She widened her eyes in fear as the wolf came upon her too quickly to dodge, and his long, powerful arms wrapped tightly around her body, pinning her in against his chest.

" Real sex, Twig...real, passionate, hardcore sex. No fluff, no filler, no putting on an act for anyone...just letting out frustrations in the form of pure, unbridled bliss..."

No matter how many times Twig went to bed with a male, there was always something she couldn't prepare for. Sometimes it was to her liking, sometimes it wasn't...

...This time, it was very much to her liking, and given how many frustrations she had to vent, this was going to be by far the most authentic sex she'd ever had with a mere customer.

"Then stop being such a little chump and rip my fucking bra off, Ren...because I get so tired of putting on a show for males, just so I can give them a blowjob...I need a man that can satisfy me for once!"

Ren was up to the task, and he wanted Twig to know it. His paws were large and strong, easily able to hold Twig within his arms and keep her from escaping, but he broke his grasp so that he could dig his claws into the thin straps on the back of her bra, tearing right through them with ease and leaving her breasts exposed to the air. Most women would have instinctively wrapped their arms around their chest to preserve modesty, but Twig was far from caring about that...she was proud to show her full, soft bosom to Ren and see just how much further she could inspire him to be rough with her...to truly be a man for her.

"Such a filthy mouth, and an attitude to boot! Can't let that go unpunished..." Ren suggested, as Twig shamelessly flaunted her breasts to the eager, aggressive male. He could have squeezed them...but instead, he wrapped his arms around her again, forcing the soft, delicate flesh of her chest up against his own torso, and reached around to her backside, giving it a firm, harsh spank. SMACK! His paw came down against her flesh and fur, leaving Twig's body to jump against his own from the force, and yet...her twin tails lifted up and out of the way, even as thick, powerful pawtips squeezed around that pawful of her rear and shook it.

"You call that a punishment? You hit like a bitch..." Twig murmured at him, narrowing her bright, thrilled eyes of pink at his cold, calculated blues. She pressed her breasts into his body, arching her back and forcing her rump further out and away, just to encourage the holding paw to release her for a moment, and with another loud, painful SMACK! he came down upon the very same spot, sending a thrilling, exciting twist of pleasure and pain through her rump.

This wasn't an act, any longer. It wasn't a game, and it wasn't about money...it was about two very pent up, sexually frustrated animals having it out in the limited privacy of a hotel room...and as happy as Ren was with the situation, Twig couldn't begin to describe her elation.

"That was just a taste of what I could do to you, Twig...and just like your namesake, I could break you any time I wanted to..."

Twig snickered, surprised that she didn't hear such a joke more often. "So why don't you, Ren?"

"I'm trying to save a little energy," Ren replied, as her squeezed her backside again, pulling up with such force that Twig was pulled right into a deep and improvised kiss, one that left her muzzle to open easily against his own, having no desire to resist the wiles of his tongue. She wanted to see just how skillful he was with it...and he was a proper gentleman. Even when she allowed him in, only the tip of his tongue entered at first, brushing lightly against the front of hers and gauging her reaction before moving further, until the tongues started to share the same space, curling over one another in a passionate, heated exchange. It wasn't the kind of thing Twig would ever expect in a night with a customer, but this one was full of surprises for her, and that was turning out to be a very good thing.

There was a mix of regret and satisfaction in Ren as Twig slowly backed away from the kiss. The look in her eyes was a torn one; she wanted to keep on with the lustful gesture, but there was a much greater desire than that in her eyes, one that knew a kiss would never satisfy either one of them enough.

"For the main event, I suppose?" Twig finally asked in response to his question. She didn't make a show out of yanking her thong panties away from her fur and stepping out of them; the time for taunting and teasing was well past. Instead, she hastily hooked her thumbs into the sides and yanked the thin, sheer fabric down, before flinging it across the room and resting a paw, moist with her own arousal, on the front of Ren's jeans. She was stunned at just how much of the male bulge she could feel through the crotch of his pants, and she wrapped her pawtips around it in a tight grip, baring all of her fangs up at him in a needy grin. "Then why are you still wearing these?"

"Most prostitutes would take them off for me," Ren teased, and for his snide remark, Twig reached up and gently smacked the tip of his muzzle, leaving the scent of her liquid desire on the bridge of his nose. It was a bold move by the aggressive female...and one she'd likely pay for, but for the moment, Ren showed his restraint, managing to grin as well as he unbuckled his belt, yanked down the zipper, and tugged his jeans away from his body, taking the boxers with them.

Twig couldn't keep her tongue from making an appearance. It smooth over the end of her muzzle as she opened it, wishing that she could steal even one taste of the throbbing member...it wasn't just the fact that it was a bit longer than average, but the way that the thick, bulbous knot at the base was already starting to appear simply gave her chills. She could feel her lower lip trembling as tiny drops of precum spilled wastefully from the tip, ending up as another random stain on the carpeted floor of the hotel...she just couldn't stand to see that, and Ren wasn't going to let her.

"Is that for m-meeeeee?!" Twig started to ask, happy to taunt the male one last time, but she never got the chance. Ren gripped Twig in his arms once again and spun with her, forcing her smaller, lighter body over to the soft, waiting covers of the bed, and tossed her upon it. She felt her head spinning just a little bit as she watched Ren tug the tight, form-fitting white t-shirt from his body, casting it aside where her panties had fallen before.

"Yes, it's all for you...but if I think you're holding back on me, even one bit, you're going to pay dearly for hitting me before..."

Twig stuck her tongue out at Ren and beckoned to him with a clawtip. Her other paw spread the tight, narrow lips of her slit apart, showing off the way that her inner pink glistened at the mere thought of taking his manhood. "You're a big talker, Ren...how about you shove that thick, fat cock in me and back it up?"

Ren grunted as he leaned over the bed. He came in quick, climbing right atop of Twig and gripping her arms, pulling them away from the rather lewd display and pinning them up over her head. "Just try to keep up," he suggested, using nothing more than his eyesight and his hips to guide the tapered tip of his canine manhood to the waiting, slightly pouted lips of her womanhood.

He never even grabbed a condom... Twig realized, as she watched the drooling, leaking tip of his cock finally enter her body, spreading her vaginal lips widely apart and sending a thrill up through her tummy. Good boy...

Ren never thought of just how risky his move might be, but he had a soft spot for watching his own mess leak out of a female, and the way he had Twig pinned, not only could she not stop him...she wouldn't dare to complain. Despite his being a wolf, and her a vixen, his cock was a bit large, but otherwise, a perfect fit for the impressively tight inner walls that were so entirely filled. She bit down on her lower lip and squealed in delight as Ren kept pushing, guiding all seven inches of his thick, pulsing manhood into her waiting snatch, until the front of his knot finally bumped up against her soaking wet folds.

"Nnngh...hff.... That was way too gentle, R-Ren...you think you can f-fuck my frustrations away with that?!"

It was an unnecessary jab, and Twig knew it...but she knew just what she was getting into when Ren narrowed his eyes at her. She could see the muscles in his arms tensing as he braced him, drew his hips back, and slammed his body back into hers, sending the taut, firm flesh of his sack slapping against the underside of her thighs. Twig threw her head back and tried not to scream as the wolf literally pumped his hips into her with all of the frustration that he had to burn, shaking the bed and rattling the headboard against the wall with the force of his advances. "D-don't...don't push me, Twig...I w-will break you..."

Twig couldn't use her arms to grip onto Ren, giving her no way to dull the powerful sensations that were already welling up inside of her eager folds. "Q-quit talking about it, Ren... fucking do it!"

Desperate as she was, the twin tailed vixen pushed her hips back against the mighty wolf, having no other respite against the way that his cock so completely filled her. There was nowhere for her most sensitive spots to hide when every one of her inner walls was being brushed against and teased so perfectly, and she felt a tiny trail of drool coming out of the corner of her maw as she kept crying out in delight...but not one of them was fake. Nothing was forced. This was real sex, in the raw, with all of the risks of letting an uncovered male finish inside of you...and it was the thrill Twig had been missing recently in her life.

Those same risks of allowing yourself to finish in a female that could be fertile added an element of excitement for Ren, who tightened his grip on Twig's wrists and kept her pinned back. He leaned over her torso and greedily sealed his lips around her right nipple, suckling tightly at it while his hips acted like a jackhammer, rapidly slamming against the front of her body and giving her no room for a break, and no chance to keep up with his pace.

He was rough...and she absolutely loved it.

"G-gimme..." Twig muttered weakly, as she tried her best to lift her weak, trembling legs and wrap them around his lower back, wanting to guide his knot inside of her body for the grand finale. "F-fucking fill me up, R-ren...ooooh God, Ren!"

The spasm of her inner walls was a sign enough to Ren that Twig couldn't last any longer, making her cries of delight nothing more than an added bonus. Ren couldn't keep from grinning as his pace slowed, but with each thrust, the very tip of his cock pounded painfully deep inside of Twig, pressing up against her cervix and leaving her to gasp in a strange sensation that only added to the pleasure of her orgasm. No male had ever been so eager for her...and when she felt the first bursts of his cum starting to spill inside of her womanhood, she slammed her hips back against his body, trying as hard as she could to force his knot inside of her passage.

Ren, however, still had to punish her for hitting him in the face.

"N-no..."

Twig narrowed her eyes at him and growled with deep frustration and need. "W...what? I said gimme!"

Streaks of cum were already painting the squeezing, fluttering inner muscles of Twig when Ren pulled out and climbed up Twig's body. His cock was dripping cum all the way along her fur, spilling upon her tummy and her breasts before he mounted her face and thrusted forth, burying his cock in her waiting, open, panting muzzle. Twig's eyes shrunk down to the size of pinholes as she tried to keep up with the sudden flood of seed, gulping rapidly around the canine member as it throbbed over and over again, sending a volley of long, heated ejaculate into her muzzle and down her gullet, leaving her able to see that thick, exposed knot...but not feel it.

She couldn't think of a worse punishment, even if she was happily guzzling down all of the cum that Ren could offer, with her body pinned to the bed. She was shameless about having her arms pinned, and a tight, lightly furred sack upon her chin as Ren simulated a tie with her, refusing to pull his cock free until he knew he was down to the dwindling end of his climax. When nothing more than a slow, occasional ooze of his mess was left, he finally did pull out, leaving the whole inside of Twig's maw painted a thin shade of white with his canine juices...and some seemed to remain, no matter how many times she tried to swallow it all down.

"Y-you...fucking bastard..." Twig gasped, still panting and having trouble catching her breath as Ren stayed straddled over her chest. "I...I w-wanted that knot!"

Ren looked over at the pile of money on the table, and then glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed, before looking back to Twig with a teasing smile.

"Told you I had to punish you," he reminded her, as he gently bopped the side of her muzzle with his shaft. "But...if you're really that desperate to be knotted, you've got eleven more hours left to try and get it inside of you..."

Twig had completely forgotten that she was even working at the moment. She'd lost all track of time, and would have been ashamed for being so unprofessional, but...that was just what Ren wanted, and just what she needed.

"Eleven hours is more than enough time, Ren..." she suggested, as she swirled her tongue around the tapered tip of his canine manhood and smiled brightly up at him. "But if you don't give me that knot before the night is over...I'll have to punish you."