The Customer is Always Right
The Customer is Alway Right
It all started with Exilo telling Pae how bad an idea he thought this was.
"I just want you to tell you how bad an idea I think this is."
Then Pae sighed and explained it was a good idea.
"It is a good idea. With any luck they'll be able to massage that stick out, but I wouldn't hold out hope."
Exilo gave a low growl, tail moving in a sign of displeasure.
"Oh don't be such a puppy. Honestly. It's just a massage parlor. It's nice. I like to go every so often to treat myself good. I'll fix you up with someone nice, I promise. I know all them."
Exilo growled again, but said nothing.
Pae was walking a bit ahead of him. Though he could, rather easily, over take her, he let her stroll along. She looked back at him, her tail rising and the very tip tracing down his chest. "Trust me, you'll love it."
"Trust...and Pae? Two words that go together like...hot coals and testicles."
"Oh come on." She fell back and took his hand gently, before pulling him so he would walk a bit faster.
The massage parlor was a two story building in the heart of town. It was huge, though most of its size due to the fact that it stretched backwards a fairway. There was a strong, clean smell of mint and beeswax inside, as well as an assortment of perfumes. The lights were dimmed, instead almost all the light in the lobby came from the dozens upon dozens of candles that lined the room. He shook his head.
"Hello Pae," the hostess said. "Glad to have you back. The usual?"
The she wolf smiled. "The usual."
"And for your friend?" the hostess asked, looking to Exilo. "He looks tense."
Pae walked around the larger wolf and when at his blind side, gave his tail a slap with an open palm that made him jump. "He needs the works. Someone special."
The hostess gave a wide grin and a cute little twitch of the nose. "I see."
Pae must have known where to go, because without another word she walked out of the lobby and down the dim hallway. That too was barely lit with more than a row of candles. But for Exilo, the hostess, a short, slightly chubby rabbit with nice hips and wearing a kimono, called someone out of the back. Out of a different hallway than Pae took, a very slender coyote came walking in. She was tall, nearly Exilo's height, but so sleek and slender. Long, long legs were perfectly toned and stretched up to meet between the sweet oblivion of that special area. Above that, a perfect stomach, toned and with just enough muscle showing through the soft, tawny fur. Her chest may have been a bit small, in the sense she wasn't huge and buxom, but on her they were perfect. Perfect little spheres. And there (relatively) small size only made her seem all the more slight. He spent a while on her body, then moved up to her face. Her green eyes; the lips that curled up in a kind, shy smile and showed off the pearly white canine fangs, perfectly straight and just the right size; her cute squeezable little ears; her nuzzly nose.
She didn't wear much. She had what was probably best described as a thong, but on her chest, barely had anything. Only a strap of cloth, curled around her breasts and covering the nipple. Well, not quite. He could see the top and bottom edge.
He had to admit, if she was the one to take care of him, this wouldn't be too bad.
The coyote gave that innocent smile again, gently turning her head and heading down the hallway that she had come from. "You follow her, sir," the hostess said. Exilo shook his head, and walked after, eyes barely able to avert from her gorgeous back side. That her tail kept wagging back and forth was a bit annoying, it kept obscuring his view.
"I'm Exilo," he said, and cleared his throat incase that didn't get her attention.
"Thalassa," the coyote said, just looking over her shoulder at him long enough for the words to leave her muzzle.
The parlor was quite deep, he kept passing rooms, and was growing impatient from all the waiting. Anyone seemed perfectly fine. She led him into a room with only a bed and several candles. A regular mattress, not the type usually seen, which he found odd for a moment. The smell of burning oxygen was starting to give him a headache, and the low dim of the candles didn't help matters. "So I lay down or what?"
"First you take your clothes off sir," she said, before stepping out of the room. He frowned, a bit sad to see her go, but he assumed she would be back soon enough. If not, maybe someone even better. He started with his vest, and folded it neatly, before setting several candles aside to clear a spot on the table for it. Then his T-shirt, and finally his jeans. He was unsure about his briefs. If this wasn't what he thought it was, it would be very embarrassing. He decided briefs on for now, he could always take them off later.
He sat down on the bed, a bit nervous. His tail lay dormant behind him, occasionally thumping the bed but mostly he kept himself under control. But he was excited. Butterflies in his belly, burning in his groin. Every muscle was tense and ready.
When the door opened, he was full of expectation, imaging what new outfit the coyote had changed in to. Or if some other concubine had come to give him a massage. That expectation turned to horror as a very tall, very scaly lizard came walking into the room, bending his head as he stepped through the doorway and then rising to his full straight height. Maybe two or three inches taller than Exilo, but that there was someone taller at all he didn't like. The lizard had a white underbelly, white scales stretching from under his jaw, down his chest and to between the inside of his legs. On his back where burnt orange scales. Around his nose and eyes were small spikes, though Exilo couldn't tell if they were an artificial aesthetic, like Pae's piercings, or natural. "On your belly," he said
"What?" Exilo said quickly.
"On your belly. You want the works, right?"
Exilo stared a bit dumbly at him. "No, this is a mistake. What happened to the coyote?"
"Thalassa? She just shows the guests to their room. Don't worry big guy, you're in good claws." He smiled wide with cracked lips, showing his palms to the wolf. Exilo growled at the thought of Pae, and the good laugh she would be having right about now, as he rolled over and lay down flat, folding his arms under his chin.
Exilo tried to breathe steady as the lizard's hands moved up his shoulders, the thumbs just going under the blades and pushing in, massaging tenderly. He shivered and tensed a moment, unsure about the feeling, but then relaxed, muscle by muscle. It felt rather nice. "The name is Izak by the way," the lizard said.
"Exilo," he murmured.
"Exilo? That's an odd name. I'm going to call you Exi."
"Of course you are," Exilo said. He tensed, arching is back and pushing up, nearly howling as the claws on the thumb dug under his fur and touched just the right spot. Izak seemed to know what to do, and placed a very gentle for claw on Exilo's nape, easing him back into the pillow. Exilo rested his head and drooled slightly. He shifted around, trying to get more comfortable, and finally lay still. "That...does feel good, I must say."
Izak chuckled. Using his thumbs and index fingers, keeping the claw sheathed, he very carefully massaged Exilo's neck, then traced a nail down the spine and to the base of his hips, then back up. His fingers went their separate ways, going down the respective shoulders. His index fingers curled around, under his arms and ribs, holding him nicely. Then back to rubbing with his thumbs.
His left claw went on rubbing the shoulder and neck very carefully, while his right's index claw traced Exilo's spine through the thick fur. This time, he didn't stop at the hips. Upon reaching the elastic waist band of the wolf's underwear, a finger slipped inside and carefully tugged the pants down. Exilo felt it, and stifled a confused growl. He would have protested, but Izak had such a gentle grip on his neck, just the right pressure points, he couldn't remember how to move, and simply continued drooling. The claw playing with the briefs, the elastic band hooked under Exilo's flanks, exposing the soft furry rump. His claw traced through the thick fur, and finally moved to the underside of his tail, then over the tended skin.
"What are you..."
Words were cut short as the claw suddenly jabbed into his vent, sinking into the warm, tender flesh. He choked on a howl, instead burying his face in the mattress. "You did order the works, didn't you?" Izak asked slyly.
Exilo grumbled and shivered lowly, and moaned sadly when the finger pulled out. He tried to get up, but the grip on his neck kept him as mush. Again, the finger traced around the base of his tail, reaching the underside, then followed the path down between the flanks. His other hand worked expertly, rubbing the spine, claws occasionally poking out and working through the fur.
The pressure left Exilo's rump, and the grip on his neck gently rolled him over onto his back. Exilo growled, gritting his teeth and looked to the lizard, as the lizard very slowly pulled out of his clothes. He was bare chest to begin with, but had worn a set of leather chaps up till now. Then came off the gloves. Palm gloves, the fingers cut off so those devious claws could do their work. For what little clothing, it seemed to take an eternity.
Exilo chewed on his lip. That massage had done more for him that he would like to admit. He could feel his heat slowly pushing out from between his legs, he groped nervously for a blanket to try and cover it. The lizard was certainly attractive, that wasn't a problem, but he wasn't even sure that Izak was his real name.
The lizard was big, in all parts of his anatomy. The quivering pink jutted out from the white underbelly like a crane. Exilo's own heat poked the fabric barrier of his briefs and ached for relief from the prison. Izak must have sensed that, and reached down again, his long fingers taking hold of the briefs at either hip. With a tender tug, he pulled them down. Exilo lifted slightly off the bed, and let his briefs be pulled down to his knees. Lifting his legs, the briefs were removed fully, and Izak dropped them with his own clothes in a messy pile on the floor.
Izak crawled onto the bed and settled between Exilo's legs, using his thick, strong arms for support. Slowly, he bent his head. Exilo closed his eyes. His heat seemed to be taking its sweet ass time to come out, but when Izak exhaled through his nosed and tickled the skin, it shot out the rest of the way. Izak pulled his head back on his long neck, steadily breathing on the quivering flesh, and then he gently flicked out his tongue and tasted the very tip.
Again, Exilo choked on a howl. He gritted his teeth, poking holes in the matress. How he hated teasing. He was burning and aching, and Izak seemed content to simply drag his tongue over only the tip. He arched and made low whines, eyes wet. Finally, with a growl, he reached forward and took Izak's head around the sides. His grip strong, he slowly pushed Izak towards his heat, then thrust. His penis broke through the loosely closed muzzle and into the warm mouth, the scaly lips brushing against his tender flesh and giving a pleasure that was indescribable. By some grace of god, he didn't cut himself on the lizard's sharp teeth, only the gentle scratches of the lips.
Izak recognized the burning need, but wasn't quite ready to give it his all just yet. Gently, he brought his hands up to fondle Exilo's testicles. His tongue worked very carefully. It wrapped around Exilo's heat, curling and rubbing the full length. Still curled, the very tip of his tongue moved up and brushed Exilo's tip, tasting the first spurts of his excitement.
Exilo started to hump. Still holding Izak's head, he thrust in and out, holding and grinding into his mouth. In and out, in and out. Slow at first, but quickly gaining momentum, striving to move deeper. Again, Izak seemed to take the sign, and adjusted his position. His tongue retracted and instead just worked the bottom of the shaft, or licked at the furry balls, tensing and massaging them. His teeth very carefully dragged on the top, sending stout shivers up and down Exilo's spine and causing the wolf to lose his grip. Izak pushed up and then slowly worked to swallow the entire shaft, which wasn't hard, given his size. Exilo panted and closed his eyes, tears swelling, as he felt his penis move deeper and deeper into the warm cavern.
He finally got out that howl. Long and loud and filling. Powerful and deep. He spent his lungs, took a breath, and howled again. Preparing for his third, his erection felt ready to burst, and with one last thrust into Izak's mouth, he finally felt a gentle massaging spurt. It was like fire draining out of him. Burning passion draining out of him. The fire in his belly started to wane. Oh to hold this moment forever. The warm taste. And just like that it was over. Exilo lay back, completely spent, tongue dangling out of his mouth and panting.
Izak swallowed the wolf's emission with a smile and a suck. Pulling up, he crawled up higher and hovered just a bit on top of Exilo. His long muzzle moved to the canine's and pressed. His tongue slipped out and rubbed against Exilo's lips before sliding inside. Exilo lifted his arms and wrapped around Izak's body gently, holding him close and pressing himself deeper, holding it, groaning and grumbling in an overwhelming bliss. The release of the pressure, and now the taste, rubbing his tongue against Izak's teeth and cheeks. He lost himself like that, at least until he felt a poking on his thigh. He was confused a moment, and pulled back, only to see Izak's still throbbing and desperate erection protruding out in the open.
Izak sighed. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. Tell your friends about us." He pushed up to leave, but Exilo kept his arms wrapped around him.
"On your back," he whispered.
"Sir, that's not how it goes."
"Why not?"
"Because, you're the one paying for the service, sir."
"Well I don't think I'm done yet."
"But sir."
"The customer is always right."
Izak was visibly nervous and hesitant, odd considering he had swallowed a perfect stranger, but he did indeed sit down on the bed. Exilo slide into his lap, before pushing him back, reversing their positions.
Exilo wasn't one for foreplay or to tease. The most he did was give the pink erection a little sniff, as if momentarily unsure of what to do. Then, gently, he gave it a little kiss. That certainly silenced any of Izak's resistance, but not his sounds, as he gave a low growl and snarl, then lay breathless on the bed. Exilo had long deduced this was Pae's idea of a joke. The joke was on her, he supposed, as he nuzzled the very tip, and gave it a long lick up the shaft's underside. Reaching the tip, he gathered it up into his jaws and started the licks and soft nuzzles. He breathed heavy, gradually swallowing, and huffing into Izak's groin.
"Sir...you really..." Izak groaned, tilting back and shuddering.
The taste was what Exilo never got over. A taste that could not easily be put into words. A taste of pleasure. Not sweet, or creamy, or something that was pleasurable to taste. His tongue explored, wrapping around the hot organ and curling, or the tip retracted and explored. The taste, he loved the taste.
Then the taste changed to something more salty. Again, it was pleasure, but somehow different. Pleasure, but salty. It didn't matter. He was enjoying this just as much as Izak.
Exilo pulled off. He crawled up, and then slowly backed away, offering his tail hole to Izak, who thrust suddenly up between the furry flanks he had spent so long prior massaging. Exilo yapped at the sudden bulk pounding him. The warm thickness sliding in. He pushed down fully and felt it, as his own erection started to grow. He groped a paw for it, finding his heat and starting to stroke. Still slick with the lizard's spit, even his rough paw could move so well with proper lubrication. This must have been how Pae felt the first time. That painful pounding that wouldn't stop. Maybe this was her plan all along. But he could take it. He braced himself with each thrust, groaning loudly, his hand working feverishly, until he suddenly shot warm cream. It splashed in a beautiful arc, finally hitting Izak's muzzle.
A moment later, the pain became stronger than the pleasure. Izak's throbbing erection seemed to grow bigger with each spurt of warm cream that oozed inside him. He panted, closing his eyes and bracing himself, taking it all. Like weathering a storm, it slowly stopped, and he took some pleasure in the warm bulk that was between his legs. Even when he stood and slide off the heat, the warm cream stayed with him and made him shiver and moan.
"Did you have a good time?" Pae asked, when Exilo finally came back into the lobby some time later.
"As a matter a fact..."