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>Work as a bartender at a male strip club, frequented by many kinds of individuals but most prominently anthro women

>You yourself aren't a performer, but pic rel takes a shining to you

>Slides some money across the table asking for a lap dance, then tells you she has a lot more money at home if you want to come with her to get it.

>another shift at the club, "Skinny Dipping," local male-only strip club

>got its popularity due to being the only one in the county to include a "human venue," something that's fairly new in the industry

>anthro women have been known to get handsy with our guys, until they leave marks, and some fights have broken out between customers over "who belongs to who"

>they still keep coming back, the crazy broads

>"Their money will always be good here."

>the boss wasn't wrong, there was plenty to go around and some girls would drive for miles to be here

>best night I had was a little under a grand with tips, serving drinks to some eight or nine girls who wanted me to pour drinks off "Italian Stallion's" body

>fucking weird but whatever

>thankfully they hired a new bouncer, at least 8ft tall wolf who says he'll do his best

>the leather outfit really sells the look, seems like a chill guy

>not like I see much action behind the counter, thank fuck... last thing I want is for attention to fall on me

>just serve the drinks, get home safe

>tonight is a slow night though so we get to fuck around in back most of the shift, playing cards and having a few drinks, courtesy of yours truly

>easy money

>"Yo, we got a limo comin'."

>"The fuck? Night's almost over. It's one-thirty in the morning."

>"At least three girls. Damn, they look loaded."

>Shit, break's over...

>everyone rushes to their posts, getting their last-minute body sprays and making sure their costumes showed as much skin as possible

>thankfully, my outfit isn't as revealing - health standards and all, if you could believe that

>just as my hands reached for a towel to wipe the counter, the double doors opened right on cue

>three different anthro females with lots of jewelry adorning their bodies, lighting up in the flashy underground den: a cougar, a lioness, and a vixen

>one of our younger guys hops on the opportunity, greeting them with his own rehearsed coreography I've seen one too many times

>cougar takes the cake, literally, placing a hand on his ass while following him to some seatings off in the corner

>the other two meander for some time, taking their time to "inspect" each and every one of us

>seems like they're more reserved than their friend

>just before they make it to the bar, the DJ cuts the music for a second and breaks into character

>"Ladies, I want you to give a VERY warm welcome to one of our boys: his touch is like venom, but it feels SO good. Give it up for, "Black Mamba!""

>one of the favorites goes on stage, fog machines and all gracing his entrance, dancing with fluid-like movement on the pole

>"Mmm~ I think I like that one, Sherry."

>"Well, what are you waiting for? He's looking at you..."

>"Oh alright hun~ Just remember our little deal."

>the lioness turned and walked away, grazing a finger on the vixen's chin before walking towards center stage

>yep, "Black Mamba" was, in fact, gesturing for the ladies to come closer, only the lioness took the bait while licking her chops

>which left the vixen standing by herself near the bar, looking at her phone

>...for a full minute

>if no one else was going to jump on this, might as well be the first

"How 'bout a drink?"

>the woman lowered her phone, if only a little, to glance at the bar table in her peripherals, then directly at me

"Seats are a bit worn down but beats standing."

>that seemed to get a chuckle out of her, sauntering her way over with her tail flicking in the wind before taking the stool closest to me

>"You're right, these seats are trash."

>she adjusted herself multiple times to no avail - the slim dress she wore rubbed back and forth against her body, leaving little of her cleavage to the imagination

>with a huff, she resigned to whichever position felt most comfortable and glossed her eyes over me

>"Maybe a drink can help a woman like me~" she batted her hazel eyes with a smirk

"Now that I can help with. What's your poison?"

>"Hmm. Surprise me." she leaned forward, resting her arms and some of her breast on the freshly-wiped counter

>well, this could either go well or bad, considering she's never ordered from here before, let alone looked like she ever stepped inside a strip club

>maybe she wants something sweet... with a kick - a red russian might do it

>my hands reach for bottles on the shelf with no pause, all the locations specifically chosen so that high-ticket items were out of a customer's reach

>luckily, this drink was easy and cheap: one part cherry liqueur, one part vodka, and ice

>the vixen watched as the ingredients melded together to create a red-hued concoction, just before adding the cherry on top

"Enjoy."

>the ice clinks in the glass as she raised it to her lips, sipping while maintaining eye contact

>"Mmm~ You make this look easy."

"Thanks."

>"How long you been here, tiger?" she took another sip, eyeing my body up and down

>might as well be honest with her since she'll probably never come here again

"A couple years, give or take. Gotta pay the bills somehow."

>"You know, a man like you is, what, 23-24? Must be in your prime."

"You could say that."

>"And you're choosing to waste it in some underground pleasure palace?"

>She wasn't wrong.

"Yeah, cards weren't in my favor, but I managed."

>"I see..."

>she took another sip from the glass, placing it on the counter with a small clunk

>maybe that was a step too far

>she seemed to be watching her friends, taking sips every once in a while as they cheered for their own "play-things"

>the both of them looked to be enjoying themselves quite nicely... but the vixen was different

>conversation was part of the job as a bartender, yet this silence felt deafening

>the lack of clients only worked against me, finding less and less to organize and wipe down

>my body was hunched over, digging through some older bottles before her voice broke my concentration

>"Say, what's your name?"

>the vixen was staring at my ass for a solid minute before looking into my eyes

>I pulled myself up to be greeted with a devilish look, one that I'd seen too many times

"..Nathan."

>"I'm Sherry."

>she reached into her dress, pulling a folded wad of cash out before plucking a single one-hundred dollar bill and pressing it against the table

>"I need another drink~" the empty glass clinked as she swished it around in a circle

>holy shit

>that drink was like, eight bucks max, and she really wanted to pay with hundreds?

>was she just trying to force herself to have a good night?

>whatever it was, best to let her know in advance

"You know, it's not that expensive.."

>"I've always wanted company like this," her tail flicked behind her as she pressed the bill further, "Take it."

>one look from her demeanor took control over your protest

>fuck it, I guess

>the red liquid on cold ice went by as quickly as it was poured - Sherry was persistent on keeping the tab open for as long as she could

>by the time any of us knew it, the DJ was pronouncing the "last call" for the crew and put on a cheesy song about making love in a rainy jungle

>the lioness and cougar were eating it up, putting more bills into whatever crevices or straps they could fit them on

>Sherry didn't seem to give it much thought, politely sipping her drink while taking every chance to eye my body whenever she could

>honestly, it felt nice to be desired like this, safe within my own area, so I took whatever opportunities I could to bend over or reach for glasses on the top shelves

>at least, without making it look like I was trying too hard

>a couple "Mmm's" and heavy sighs must have been proof that something was right

>it was the least I could do after the tip she left

>"Hey, Nathan," her eyes were half-lidded, but still coherent. Well shit, she can hold her liquor

"Need another?"

>I wasn't going to deny her if she was paying, plus they had a limo so all was good on that end

>"Actually, I have a different request," she slipped a few more bills on the table - hundreds again

>I raised an eyebrow, curious what the vixen's plan was

>"How's about you come over to this side? You've been working hard enough and I'd like to personally thank you"

>my body hesitated: it was enough money to pay rent for the month but what exactly did she want

>the night's almost over and if push came to shove, the bouncer was still around

>just play along and see where this goes

"Guess I could use a break."

>"Mmm, now I'm glad my friends invited me along."

>I turned around and lifted the gate behind the bar, coming around the wooden divider to see all of what Sherry had to offer

>nice legs, very defined curves and a big, bushy tail that swung behind her, almost long enough to fall to the ground if she was standing

>her chest size wasn't big but she still seemed to flaunt it about, her teets perked up against that slim blue dress of hers

>in turn, Sherry got to see most of my body - the parts not hidden behind a thick, black apron along my waist and the tight-fitting shirt and shorts given to me by the company

>as I walked over, her tail couldn't help but sway from side to side, showing her enthusiasm even if her face didn't match

>"Could you just, you know, do a little 'spin' for me?~" she circled a finger in the air

>guess she wants me to work for it

>I do my best to slowly turn around, not much of a dancer but trying to play the part while shooting her a look over my shoulder

"You know, I don't usually do this for customers."

>"Then I guess that makes me special, huh?"

"You're one-of-a-kind, Sherry. Haven't had a customer like you yet."

>"Mmm~ Why don't you come closer, darling?" she giggled to herself, using the same finger to lure me in

>surprisingly, she didn't latch herself onto me when I was within arms-reach: simply taking her time to look over all my features, clothed and not

>"You look pretty strong, big guy~"

"You'd be surprised how much heavy lifting goes on in the back."

>"May I?" her hands hovered over my bicep, hesitant but yearning for permission

"I don't see why not?"

>both of Sherry's hands grazed against my skin, tingling the small hairs along the way - I flexed my arm a bit, getting some positive feedback from the entranced vixen

>"Mmff~ I bet you could carry someone like me with those arms."

>she was wiggling in the stool, biting her lip while sinking her fingers into skin, making small divots against the soft flesh of my arm

>maybe now was the best time to stop

"Sorry, Sherry, but my boss'll have my head if I do that. Company policies and all."

>her expression went from enticed to disappointed in a flash

>that's a strip club for ya

>the other girls started heading over to the bar, each with a man in tow beside them

>"Ooo~ Sherry~ Who's this stud?" the cougar growled in a low, sensual voice

>"Looks like a real man," the lioness simply stated, waving a hand in the air

>"Just a guy who really knows how to make a drink I like," Sherry winked in my direction

>"She's not the drinking type," the cougar added, whispering in a way towards me

"Neither am I, but to each their own poison."

>don't know where that came from

>"Hmph, sounds like a romantic, this one. Better than 'Brian' or whoever that other guy was." said the cougar

>"Yeah, you should really hook up with him," the lioness elbowed against Sherry, almost causing her to fall out her seat

>looks like the alcohol was finally kicking in - good thing too, it was past 3

>the DJ came around and proceeded to round up the rest of the boys, yelling from across the room

>"Sorry ladies, but we gotta close up. We'll always be here whenever you're in town."

>a collective "Thanks" came from the group as they started to make their way towards the door

>I couldn't help but watch as Sherry walked alongside her friends out the door to their limousine

>...and it looked like she was giving a "Call me" sign

>wait

>I walked over to the tip jar, with the money that she had placed inside

>there was a piece of paper hidden within the small fortune

>her name, phone number, and a message - "Want more?"

>after the shift was over, the guys started to change back into their normal street clothes, me included

>some of them complained that they didn't get to take advantage of the wealthy ladies, especially when it came time to count my tips

>their fucking loss, I gave them plenty of time

>"So, we gonna catch ya hittin' the slots today, Nate? You ain't on the schedule..." one of the guys mentioned

"Not sure. This is a lot of money, but not sure I'll go fuckin' around with it."

>my mind was on the piece of paper in my hand, unsure what to do with the information

>the single phrase "Want more?" played over and over

>I wasn't served on some kind of platter for her, not like the other guys, so it wasn't about getting sex - even she was hesitant about touching me

>what exactly did she want?

>...

>once we closed up shop, the neon sign with "Skinny Dipping" stayed lit for a second before the hum of electricity was completely shut off

>we all parted our separate ways, driving off into the barely visible hues of dawn

>I wasted no time driving back to my dingy apartment, trying my best to avoid the route I took to the casino after most shifts

>what else was I going to do with this time, or the four-hundred and sixty dollars

>just sleep it over: after all, Sherry was probably in no condition to talk over the phone right now and I had no idea what I was going to say

>Hell, there was enough proofage in those drinks to make a light-weight crash

>I parked my car in the assigned spot, made my way towards the assigned door, and placed my assigned key into it's assigned door knob

>with a simple twist, the dark and empty living space greeted my arrival with the smell of dust - heavy curtains covered most of the windows to prevent any light in the building

>should really fucking clean this place at some point or maybe hire someone else to do it for me

>oh well

>I threw my clothes on the floor and hopped into bed, ignoring the sounds of the city waking up so I could get my own shut eye

>11:45 a.m.

>my fingers pressed against closed eyelids, rubbing the stress of a "decent" night's rest the best they could

>the bed and pillows were from a discount furniture store so figures it would be shit in a couple months

>never going there again

>guess it was time to do some of the daily tasks: wash up, eat something, and clean the used clothes

>the first two went by without a hitch but I stopped myself when it came to the third, holding onto the skimpy pair of shorts I had on last night

>thoughts raced to replay the events of last night in an instant

>most, if not all, of Sherry's features were a vivid picture in my mind

>I mean, she did look good: possibly in her late 30's, early 40's with definite sugar mommy vibes

>and what about that guy her friends were talking about, "Barry" or whoever it was

>from the sounds of it, he was a bad choice and they were trying to hook her up with someone else - just a girl's night out, looking for some action

>not to mention she was mostly composed until you were right beside her, from the clear indications of her body language

>that sort-of fatal attraction to a man was what kept the women coming back, and boy, did it sell

>it would also be a shame to just ignore the call, regardless if she paid with all this cash

"Might as well see if she's up."

>the paper was much easier to read in the light, punching the numbers one after another into my phone, then pressing the call button

>now we wait

>...

>the phone line rung three times

>...

>still ringing and no answer

>damn, was it too early

>"Mmnnhello?" a voice slurred from the other side

"Hey, is this Sherry?"

>"Wh-Who is this?"

"It's Nathan. This a bad time?"

>"Oh! Nathan!" the groggy tone immediately change to a distinct excitement which easily broke the tension, "I couldn't tell over the phone. My gosh, how are you?"

"I'm doing good. How about yourself? I didn't get you too drunk, did I?"

>"Yeah, yeah. I'm doing fine. Just- well, I really enjoyed those drinks, you know."

"I think I could tell."

>a soft giggle came from the other side - she either thinks I'm really funny or is really into me

>"Sooo I'm, uhh, glad you called..."

>must have really caught her off guard if she's this dazed, too

>the ball's in my court, better shoot while I got the chance

"Well, I couldn't forget a 'special' customer like you."

>"Really?" an uncertainty rose in her soft voice, sensual but yearning to hear what's next

"Yeah. Figured we could, I don't know, get some coffee, talk a little. Luck has it it's my day off today."

>"Oh? Yes, I'd really like that."

>there was a certain charm in that last sentence of hers

"Tell you what, I've got a couple things to finish up here but you pick a place, text me, and I'll meet you there. Deal?"

>"Mmm~ Sounds wonderful, Nathan."

"Then it's settled. Take care, Sherry."

>"Byee~"

>after the clothes were done drying, I set them aside in a basket, only to be distracted by a vibration from my pocket

>"StarDrop Coffee, 32nd and Kettle Street, 45 minutes. See you soon~"

>there was a message that flashed on-screen for a split second before getting deleted

>"Wear whatever you'd like-" was all I could read

>a thought popped in my head, wondering how raunchy it would look to go in uniform in broad daylight

>it was quickly disregarded - the public doesn't need to see that

>there was a shirt that fit snug, same goes for the pants

>maybe one of those necklaces you got lying around

>and finally, just a bit of that spray-on scent that the guys use at work

>not too casual, but not formal - it was the perfect outfit for a day in town

>...

>the drive wasn't terrible: city life like this was bound to have it's own traffic issues, along with shoddy construction at every other street to repair a pothole or two

>luck was really on my side, making it 2 minutes before the deadline

>the place looked completely different from any cafe I ever visited: most of them being from a chain or serving too locally to get any traction

>just looking from the windows, there was a large interior with many humans and anthros in suits collectively talking with one another over business, and a cup of joe

>oddly enough, I was the only one who seemed out of place compared to the rest

>shit, maybe I should have wore something a bit better

>but all that really mattered was your "date," and Sherry wasn't in the crowd, or the seats

>"Hey, tiger~"

>the soft voice poked from behind, a hand delicately wrapped itself around my left arm, snake-like in it's movements but with fur that bristled against skin

>one look over my shoulder was enough to tell

>Sherry was wearing a different dress, one that looked more palpable in public, along with a matching purse on her other arm and a necklace that sunk into her cleavage

>"You mind escorting me inside, big guy?"

>a sigh of relief was my only response, taking the time to walk alongside the vixen to the front door

>she was about 5'2", not including her fluffy ears that always pointed towards the sky, so being a lot taller meant having to take slower steps

>"You smell really good."

"Thanks."

>"You didn't do that just for me, did you?" she smiled, taking another whiff of the air in front of her

"Maybe I did."

>she let out a deep, content exhale, her grasp pulled you a bit closer, vaguely feeling the outline of her breast against her dress

>no bra? nice

>once inside, the aroma of coffee was actually a lot lighter than I originally thought - must be because of an anthro's heightened sense of smell

>there was a booth in the corner of the building which looked more private than the rest, on account that it had no window, so Sherry took the opportunity to point it out

>we both sat down on opposite ends and immediately a young-ish deer anthro came by to our table

>"A pleasure to see you again, Miss Sherry." the waiter pleasantly spoke with a thick accent, grabbing a notepad and pen from his waist apron "The usual?"

>"Of course, Manuel."

>"And for the gentleman?"

"Just an espresso, if you could."

>"Certainly, sir."

>After jotting down the order, he promptly left to the kitchen.

"Talk about fast service. You come here often?"

>"Enough to know the names of all the staff, yes."

"Wow. Must be pretty nice."

>"Well, it does have its advantages."

>a minute of silence passed, fingers twiddled in a effort to stimulate a conversation

"So."

>"So..." she replied the same message, a wave of uncertainty taking its place between the two of us

"Last night."

>"Yeah?"

"I just- I can't make heads or tails of it."

>"What do you mean?"

>looks like I'll have to spell it out for her

"Why'd you spend so much on me? You didn't have to."

>"What else do you do at a club? The money's not an issue, if that's what you're asking."

"I mean, sure, it's not an issue, but most girls would've got their 'fair share' out of it. You just..."

>"Just what?" her hazel eyes looked deep into mine with curiosity, lightly scratching her claws against the table

"I don't know. I was expecting some force or something - that's usually what happens with our guys. It's why I said 'you're different.'"

>"I've never felt a human before. Not like last night."

"Right, but that's the other thing: you don't seem like the type to go to a club."

>her eyes trailed off from mine, looking at the freshly-made claw marks into the table

"Sorry. I just want to know who I'm talking to if that makes sense. Most people put up a front - I'm not like that."

>a second passed in silence

>then, Sherry giggled to herself

>"You're a really swell guy, you know that?"

"I try to be."

>"No, you are: the way you talk, the way you carry yourself. I've never met anyone with company like yours."

"But we've barely gotten to know each other."

>"I can tell when someone's being genuine or not, and you..." she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them slowly to look directly at me, "you're more than that."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

>"I'll show you."

>Sherry simply reached into her purse and pulled out something that I wasn't expecting at all - it was a blank, lumpy envelope

>she slid the thing towards my direction and watched with an intense gaze, almost as if she was trying to look through me

>there was only a few things on my mind that could've been: drugs or money, and from the scene at the bar last night, she definitely had enough cash to go around

"Wh-What is that?"

>she whispered, leaning closer on the table

>"There's ten-thousand in there. Take it."

>HOLY FUCK!

>that was more money than I had ever won in the casino, let alone from a good month at work

>my lungs felt heavier than before, having to manually breathe in order to keep composure, if that's what it looked like

>I could pay off my rent for the rest of the year, too

>maybe get myself one of those newer cars instead of driving around in my shitty, beat-up Corolla

>No...

>this wasn't the right thing to do at all, even if she was offering, even if she was trying to prove a point

>damn, it hurt to say, considering the only reason my ass was employed at that strip joint was solely for the money

"I- I can't take this, Sherry."

>my hand barely wanted to touch the flimsy paper, pushing it against fingertips until it was sufficiently on her side of the table

>Sherry had a confident look about her, tail lightly patting against the cushions of the booth while she placed the envelope back in her purse

>"I knew it~"

"Knew what? I'm not just going to take that from someone I just met."

>"Why not? You could have walked out that door and no one here would have even batted an eye."

"What do you mean? Of course they would."

>"Take a closer look. Tell me, what do you see when you look into that crowd?"

>her piercing eyes watched over me, observing each detail in whatever "social experiment" she was planning next

>fine, let's get this over with

>I scouted the entire room, full of business men and women of all shapes and sizes

>most of them were either talking about recent investments or laughing it up to jokes that weren't even funny - it was a kind-of surreal you'd see in movies, to say the least

>I sighed, shrugging my shoulders while giving a half-assed assessment

"Some rich, up-tight assholes, I guess. What does that have to do with anything?"

>"Exactly. All of them are in their own little worlds, thinking about gains and losses. Truth be told, I'm not that different from them."

>I paused, looking back into the vixen's eyes with a small sense of dread

>"But you - you're nothing like that. There are some things in this world money can't buy, if you can believe that."

>Sherry's fingers crept their way across the table to mine until she was able to press into the back of my hand, eventually laying her own hand atop mine

>she was looking into me the entire time, waiting for something to happen

>I was trying to do the same, looking for something I wasn't so sure about - what was it? It felt like... a spark? Passion?

>"Your espresso, sir." the deer came back with two cups, handing one over to you

"Oh. Uhh, thanks."

>well, that's one way to kill the mood

>"And here is your order, Miss."

>"Thank you."

>"If you need anything else, please, feel free to call us over."

>we both nodded, waiting for the steam to settle on our freshly brewed concoctions - they smelled heavenly, even in the flavor-dense atmosphere

>each of us took turns sipping our drinks, occasionally making eye contact between to gauge our thoughts

>it was almost like a game of chess: seeing what moves your opponent would make depending on the ones you took, and right now, it was a stalemate

>"So, since you asked me about last night, it's my turn to ask some questions of my own." she set the half-filled cup on the counter with a sly look

"Fire away."

>not like I had much of a choice - she would probably try and pay for this instead of going dutch, too

>"Are you happy doing what you do?"

"You mean like bartending, or what exactly?"

>"You said it before, 'the cards not being in your favor?' Ring any bells?"

>she was right, yet again, but was I going to tell her that straight to her face?

>the job was simple and some nights were pretty nice - then again, it wasn't the career I'd love to continue for the rest of my life

>even looking back at it, I hesitated when it came to that envelope of money she left on the counter

>was I really that easy to manipulate or did I do it out of a need to survive, taking whatever scraps were fed my way?

>"You and I aren't getting any younger, tiger." she took another sip, looking into the crowd once more with those dagger-like brown eyes

>"The last thing I'd want is for someone like you to 'fade away.'"

>a bit ominous but she had a point

"What are you getting at?"

>"Well, you know how to make a damn good drink and I'm pretty sure I 'like' you." she chuckled under her breath, "I'm willing to make you an offer you can't refuse."

"And what happens if I do?"

>"You won't." her lips curled along her muzzle, showing her fangs in a sinister fashion while tapping her claws against the table

>those last two words got my nerves in a bundle and a well of anxiety boiled in my gut... part of me wished it was the coffee speaking

>I pushed the near-finished cup to my side, resting both my arms on the table while leaning forward - my attention was set to full, waiting to hear what the smug vixen's offer was

>"How would you like to work for me?" she said while adjusting her position in the booth, pointing a finger at herself while puffing her chest towards me in a confident manner

>there was a glint in her eyes: a deviousness that tempted me all the way to the bone

"For you, huh?"

>"Full-time employment, with benefits. The hotel down the street could use a guy like you."

>Sherry looked to the wall as if her vision could see through stone, in the general direction of the nearest hotel I could think of

>there was no way she was serious

"You mean, 'The' Sapphire Crown?"

>"That's the one."

"You own that building?"

>"An overwhelming majority of it's shares are under my name, so yes, I would say I own that building."

>she leaned forward to poke my nose with her finger, prompting me to reel back in my aloof state

>my disbelief turned into a cautious stare, looking back and forth between the wall, Sherry, and my lap

>those buildings were far more than some dime-a-dozen hotel chain: they were luxury suites for executives and business folk that frequently traveled, prioritizing mainly in dense cities

>no wonder she chose this place for coffee since it was right nearby, IF she was telling the truth

>hell, that's probably why she knew all the staff by heart

>but she wouldn't just offer the job without something in return, right?

"What's in it for you?"

>"Oh? And here I thought you weren't the business type." she said with a smirk on her face

"Well it'd hardly be fair. I'd hate to take advantage of someone who's already spent so much on me."

>"I just want a cute guy like you close-by, that's all... unless, of course, you're offering something in return?"

>Sherry feigned innocence, swaying back and forth in her booth while her tail flicked happily behind

>Shit, fell right into that one. She turned the tables on me without even having to ask it first - was this her plan all along?

>there was nothing of value I could offer to a woman like her, which could only mean one thing

>I was going to have to pay for it with my body

>that was the final option - maybe I could find a way to work this out before jumping to conclusions: I mean, she could be bluffing or maybe the job was too good to be true

>there was still a lot to consider before abandoning a semi-steady career, even if it did suck

"Well, I'm still not sure exactly."

>she stared at me, pressing against the table with her chest in an effort to elicit a response - that dress could only conceal so much of her cleavage, but when the fabric was stretched-

>"What's the matter, big guy? Cat got your tongue?"

>now my mind was on the fritz

>the only thing I recall was a voice louder than I thought speaking for myself, the words flowing out my mouth as careless and brash as they did

"It's just, I don't know the place and it's a hell of a decision to make: Where would I be staying? What's the bar like? It's a lot to think about, Sherry."

>her persistence came to an immediate stop

>"Oh. I see." she slumped back into the booth, along with her tail, "Sorry, Nathan."

>it was only a moment before the crowd in back seemed to grow louder, overtaking the silence between the two of us

>the day was also coming to a close: different shades and colors barely visible from the windows inside the bittersweet-scented coffee shop

>guilt tore deep into me, wondering if I could take back what I said, but knowing too well that it was futile

>"No. It's my fault. I should be the one saying sorry."

>I looked up to see Sherry's head in a dismissive state, hung low and looking at her lap

>jeez, really fucked that one up

>I never even stepped inside and already I was protesting the-

>suddenly, an idea sprouted like wildfire in my head

"Hey, Sherry."

>she only raised her head a little to meet eye contact, the somber expression on her muzzle clear what she was thinking

>maybe this would cheer her up.. it was worth a shot, if anything

"How's about you show me around?"

>I took a second to collect myself - she did the same

"Maybe... Maybe if I get a feel for the place, I could take you up on it. Then, you could get a drink from me whenever you'd like."

>she paused for a minute, averting her gaze and bringing it back to look directly into my eyes

>another one of her tests but I wasn't going to falter

>"You're not just saying that, are you?"

"I haven't lied to you so far, have I?"

>"I'd really like that, Nathan." a sincerity in her voice brought me back, as if I was teetering on the edge of a cliff

>fuck that was close

"I can escort you too, if you'd like."

>she laughed softly to herself, reaching into her purse to pull out her wallet - she left a sizable tip, not like yours, but still a godsend to a minimum wage worker

>"You're cute, you know that?"

"Don't really get that often."

>"You will, IF you take the job."

"Then I guess you'll really have to convince me."

>both of us stood up from the table: Sherry immediately came to my side, clinging onto my arm and gently rubbing her fur against my skin

>"Don't worry. I'll think of something, tiger~"

>we headed over to The Sapphire Crown across the street, watching out for the slew of traffic and pedestrians

>Sherry kept as close to me as possible, her saunter occasionally touching my leg with that big tail of hers

>when we reached the entrance, we were immediately greeted by one of the head staff offering to help the vixen with whatever she needed

>she dismissed him formally, saying that she was here on business while gripping onto me tighter - guess she really wasn't lying

>eventually, I got to see the full bar and all the amenities it had to offer: there was no customers around so we had free range of the place

>safe to say it was in excellent shape and a hell of an upgrade from the backwaters I was used to

>there was even some equipment I never used because the shit cost so much

>Sherry watched me, like a kid in a candy store, eyeing up everything I could and describing what they were used for

>I didn't know if she was really interested or just giving me attention, but I was glad to have her authorization

>"Sooo? What do you think?"

"This place is- damn, I don't even know where to start. It's neat and organized and, and there's just so much I could do."

>"You must really love bartending."

"Yeah. It's a good way to get to know people."

>"Why don't you go ahead and make something?"

"You sure?"

>"You don't need my permission. Just make something you think I'd like."

>the limitless options of what I could do here was overwhelming, to put it lightly

>I just started looking at whatever bottles were on the shelf closest and started to pour into a shaker with ice

>a bit of sweet vermouth, a couple shots of fine bourbon, club soda for a little fizz, and a dash of orange liqueur

>it was simple, but I didn't want to overexert myself just yet

>finally, I grabbed a glass and poured the drink, adding two cherries on a spear for color

"It's nothing special, but I think you'll like it."

>Sherry raised the glass, eyeing me from behind the concoction with a smirk - she took one sip and let out a content sigh

>"You're right. This is pretty good."

"Glad you enjoy it."

>good thing too, I was afraid of anymore conflict between the two of us

>my natural instincts started taking over, wiping down the equipment I just used in an autonomous fashion

>Sherry continued to sip from the cool glass, watching me the entire time as I performed each meticulous action, or so I thought

>"You know Nathan, I never fully thanked you that night."

"Really, it's nothing."

>"I mean it."

>she stirred the half-empty drink in a circular motion, watching the crumbled bits of ice that floated in the glass drift and clink

>once finished, I put down my towel and came around the counter, taking a seat on the stool beside the vixen

"Thanks but look Sherry, you've already done so much for me."

>"That's not what I mean, big guy."

>she took another sip of that sweet drink, then placed it on the counter - the perspiration dripped onto the lacquered wood as the time went by

>"You're sweet. You're also one hell of a flirt." her tail swayed on the stool, almost like the pendulumn on a clock

>"But you're an even bigger tease."

>wait, what

"Wh-What makes you say that?"

>she came closer, speaking softly at only less than a foot away between our faces

>"The way you look at me, the way you make me feel, even the way you smell..." she took a breath of air, exhaling from her nostrils in a pleasure-drunk tone

>"You like the attention, don't you~? I could tell that night, too."

>it was hard to know from my perspective: sure, the other night was a bit of a show for her, but was I naturally teasing her?

>I was getting cold feet before I even had a chance to react, seeing that expression of hers turn "predator"

>"I don't want to see you get carried away by some other woman,"

>she leaned into my ear, whispering in a sultry tone

>"I want you ALL to myself, Nathan."

>those words must have spoken to my inner core, a blend of sexual tension and hesitation kept me from moving - my eyes locked on the vixen's half-lidded gaze, her eyes full of lust and craving for more

>"So what's it going to be, tiger~? Are we going to keep playing around," her teeth pinched my ear, the hot breaths on my skin sending shivers throughout my body, "or should we get some privacy~?"

>all I could muster was a couple short breaths, making a small indent on her fur

>"Mmm, I think I really like you like this~ All cute and pretending to be 'innocent.'" she licked my neck with her smooth tongue, coating it with a thin, warm fluid

"Nnff~"

>I tried to stifle the sound, barely letting it pass through my teeth to no avail

>"Ooo~" Sherry cooed as her tail flicked rapidly and her body wiggled atop the stool, "Now I KNOW you really want this."

>I watched as she grabbed her drink, finished the rest with a hearty sigh, slammed it on the table, and jumped off her stool

>"Come on~" she beckoned with a flick of her finger, slow and deliberate, coaxing me off my stool and into her clutches once more

>the vixen wasted no time wrapping her arm around mine: this time, she did so with much more vigor, pressing my forearm hard against her chest as she led me to one of the rooms on the first floor

>she pulled out a keycard from her purse and swiped it against a black panel, producing a "beep" and a "clunk" - the door was unlocked without a problem

>the lights immediately flickered on to a room like any other hotel room: big ass bed with large sheets, a standard television, decent bathroom to the side as you walked in

>only difference was the workstation in the corner where a couch normally went - must be for company purposes

>"Feel free to make yourself at home," the vixen said, letting her blue dress fall to the floor, exposing all of her body before me

>goddamn, she didn't look a day over thirty

>she was already making her move while I gawked at the place

>her slim figure was now clear underneath that brown coat of hers with the only difference being the white fur on her belly and chest

>both her breasts hung carelessly in the calm ambience and her nipples were perked up in anticipation of events to come - they had to be C-cups, for sure

>her legs were nothing short of voluptuous, curves leading upward towards a temple of pure bliss

>"You ever been with a woman like me?" her hips swayed from side to side, taking her time to walk past me and lock the door behind

>"Don't worry, I'll be gentle~" she whispered, standing on her toes to give a peck on my cheek

>before she walked by, she locked her hand with mine, fingers intertwined, leading me towards the bed with a confident gait

>I couldn't do much other than follow her lead - my mind was clouded with thoughtlessness, a putty being molded by the vixen's grasp

>once there, she simply pulled my hand down, bringing my head to her level - the dumbstruck expression that still riddled my face was gazing into her passionate eyes, brimming with sexual frustration

>"God, you're too cute~"

>she tilted her head to fix her muzzle against my face, kissing my lips delicately, then with fervor, slipping tongue and exchanging as much saliva as she could

>my body couldn't help but shiver against Sherry's resolve, feeling her flames of passion ignite mine into a whirlwind

>I was getting lost in her, bringing my other hand around the back of her head, holding on for dear life, sinking fingers into that fur of hers

>this only made her want more: she pressed her tongue deeper, letting some of our devotion drip off our chins in a messy display

>then she stepped forward, leaning her body closer and closer until my legs were at the foot of the bed, knocking the both of us onto the sheets with a soft thud

>Sherry chuckled slyly, continuing her assault, moaning hot breaths in-between and keeping my hand locked in a vice-like grip

>her other hand crawled over my body, taking its time to feel my features until it rested above my crotch, squeezing the tight pants and confirming a definite bulge underneath

>"I think someone's got naughty thoughts~"

>a devious grin appeared on her face: her hand rubbed over the protrusion, back and forth, causing my body to arch and ache in her clutches

>it felt so good... but I was still confused - did I want this? To be taken by a vixen in heat?

>that consistent friction against my hardened member coaxed a word that I uttered between moans: soft, yet clear as day

"...yes."

>Sherry ceased everything she was doing, looking at the panting body that laid beneath her

>she bit her lip, letting out a sly chuckle between breaths: she pressed one of her hands against her breast, teasing a perked nipple, and the other on her nethers, circling around her button

>"Mmm~ Say it again, Nathan~"

"Yes."

>she hastened herself, pressing deeper into her flesh and fur

>"Mmff~ SUCH a good boy~ Again."

"YES, SHERRY!"

>"MMFF GOD I want to ride that cute face of yours so HARD!"

>she stopped playing with herself to hunch her body over mine, putting both her hands beside my head and pressing her forehead against mine

>"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

>call it fear, hesitation, or whatever else I could possibly muster, looking into her eyes only revealed a beast that was reveling in their own pleasure - my body was in a state of panic

>and it chose to accept its fate

"Yes."

>"Good boy~"

>she adjusted both her knees above my shoulders, straddling her wet flesh mere inches from my face

>"Now, do a good job and I'll make sure to give you a treat afterwards~"

>the heat radiated off her body onto mine: small tufts of fur on the edges of her thighs brushed my cheeks, and a string of wet lust dripped onto my chin

>she lowered herself, pushing those folds against my lips, pressing her button against my nose, moaning out my name in a cry of ecstasy while slowly grinding back and forth

>"Nathaahhnn~ Oh fuck me~"

>her scent was inside my nostrils, my mouth, and my mind while her heavenly mixture of love flowed onto an obedient tongue, working to please the vixen above

>Sherry quaked to the stimulation of her honey pot, only able to let out labored breaths

>"Ahh~ Mmff~ Ahhh! Yes~ Oh God, yesss~"

>she changed her rhythm, pressing harder and faster against my face: one hand sunk her claw into the bed while the other continued to massage her breast, lost in her own bliss

>her thighs moved closer together, threatening to crush my head, and the constant slap of wet flesh only made breathing more difficult

>"Nathan! I'm- Ahh~ So close~!"

>my mind was determined to continue but my body was refusing, shaking my right arm against the sheets to try and signal the lust-crazed woman

>it didn't stop: she was too focused on reaching that climax, all while my vision seemed to tunnel around me

>this is how I go out, huh?

>her hips bucked over and over, mashing my face in a mess of sexual fluids and sweat - she was curling her toes right before-

>"AHH~ Ahh! Ahh GOD, yes-OH FUCK!"

>Sherry pushed herself off, lifting her legs as high as they could before adjusting herself to the side of the bed

>I tried to speak at first, coughing up a storm before I could even get a word in

>"Ohmygosh, are you okay? I'm sorry! I-"

"It's okay. I'm alright. It's okay.."

>I did my best to reassure her, taking that time so we could both catch our breaths, more-so for my sake

>damn, that was too close for comfort

>not even a minute went by before she chirped again, her voice sounding meek and frail as if she had committed a great sin

>"A-Are you sure..?"

"Yeah, Sherry. I'm okay now."

>"Okay." her ears relaxed themselves, a solemn look was painted over her muzzle

>"I just.. I got lost in that feeling and- and I-"

>I leaned over to kiss Sherry on the lips, which caused her to completely stop her train of thought - pretty sure she was also blushing

"It's okay, I promise."

>maybe a kiss after a fresh bath in vixen juice wasn't the best timing, but she didn't seem to mind

>"Thank you, Nathan." she slowly shifted herself on the bed towards me, this time with a kiss of her own, soft and serene

>my body returned the favor in earnest, feeling that muzzle connect with me like a clasp, containing our moans and short breaths

>we did nothing but sit on the edge of the bed and make out for what seemed to be an eternity, pulling each other in a loving embrace

>my hands explored her body: all the contours and curves on her thighs and waist, digging into her back, wanting more of her

>her fingers were more delicate: reaching underneath my shirt to feel my abs and shoulders, gently grazing her claws on my skin, and squeezing my ass on two or three instances

>I honestly forgot to count

>by the time we realized, it already turned to night, the window curtains held most of the passing lights and sounds from the outside world

>we both pulled back from our passionate kiss for a moment - I took that time to pull out my phone

>9:34 p.m.

>Sherry looked at the phone with me, turning to a bittersweet expression when I put the phone back in my pocket

>"Nathan?"

"Yeah?"

>I glossed over her figure, reading her body language as best as I could - she seemed upset, but... why?

"Hey, what's wrong?"

>she took a deep breath, contemplating what to say before she spoke

>"I just want to say I'm sorry. For all of this. You're a really, really good guy."

>I was about to say something, but she continued

>"I know I shouldn't be manipulating you into this job, especially with sex, and I feel pretty awful about it, honestly."

>"It's just that guys like you are hard to come by, and a older woman like me, well..."

>"You're.. not going to leave, are you?"

>the tone of her voice was on the verge of breaking, tears visible in her eyes

"Sherry."

>"I'm fine if you feel the way you do, I just-"

"Hey. Listen."

>I took her hands into mine, gripping tight enough to stop her from continuing that downward spiral of self-pity

"I know that things weren't 'as planned,' but, I still had a good time with you. Hell, I've had more fun than I've had in a long while."

"That doesn't mean I'm just going to leave. "

>"B-But you were just looking at your phone."

"I just wanted to see the time. We still got all night, remember?"

>Sherry's eyes glistened, a faint smile on that sniffling muzzle of hers broke through the sorrow she felt

"I really wasn't going to admit it, but I uhh, kind of enjoyed 'this.'"

>my finger pointed back and forth between the both of us - she looked completely shocked to hear that, coming from the guy who almost drowned in pussy, literally

>"You- You really mean it?"

"Yeah, and maybe, we could do this again. Just, you know, a little more carefully."

>she giggled at the last sentence, hunching her shoulders like she was guilty on all accounts

"So, what do you say? Deal?"

>she wiped her eyes with a smile on her face, then locked her fingers with mine

>"How's about we get you cleaned up first, tiger?"

>she was most likely right, even if I couldn't tell - I probably smelled like nothing but fox taint

>Sherry got up from the bed, leading me with her hand towards the bathroom

>"Don't worry, I'll be REAL gentle~"

>Ah shit...