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Payment in Kind, Part 3

Oliver's Route

Oliver usually had the split shift in Environmental Tech, tasked with keeping the O2 scrubbers working while also handling some basic maintenance and upkeep with the biological components-- I don't know the specifics, but I figured it's like a combination mechanic-and-gardener job. He had a two hour break as the shifts rolled over from D to A, and usually that meant he was clean by the time he showed up; that was not the case when he came in early. He announced his arrival by holding up a data chip. "So... finally decided to embrace your true calling?"

Despite him being early, smelly, and not exactly endearing, there was something about him which couldn't really be described-- something that wasn't as off-putting as some might find him. "It's all part of the gig, Oliver. Go ahead and get comfortable-- I'm still getting set up so it'll be a few minutes yet."

Apparently 'getting comfortable' meant following me right back into the massage room. "S'all good, Jerry... I'll just make myself at home in the meantime... maybe get outta this work suit-- messin' my fur all up."

He also didn't usually wear his work suit to his appointment. I turned back to do some quick inventory of my supplies as I spoke. "If it helps, you can toss your coveralls into the laundry chute here. I pay for a bulk rate so it--"

I turned around to face him, only to realize that he wasn't actually wearing a set of normal clothes under his uniform. His fur let off a powerful musky Fox scent and was plastered against his body, locked in place by ample sweat, especially around his armpits and groin which, to my surprise, was also lacking any kind of undergarments. He leaned forward, causing me to lean away until my back came to rest against the wall. He placed his paw on the surface beside me, right next to my head. "So..."

I remained where I was; it had been awhile since anyone put me on the defensive in a way that got my heart beating in the way the Fox managed. Something about his overbearing presence was exciting, I'll admit, but it made it difficult for me to maintain my professionalism. "If you're ready, you can grab a towel and lay down on--eh?"

He leaned further forward, putting his forehead against the wall next to mine so that his nose curved down, slipping beneath my collar as he took in a deep breath, and inhaled his next words . "I paid for an hour, Jerry, but I figured since I was your first john this morning I might show up a little early so I could get you properly warmed up."

"That isn't how this--"

I had tried to push myself away from the wall-- to stay in charge, but my client would have none of it; Oliver's free paw came up to my chest and he held me firmly against the wall, adding his shoulder to it, forcing me backward as more of his body weight leaned forward. Once I was off balance he brought one leg forward to keep me locked in place, off balance. In that moment I felt something against my thigh, rubbing against my slacks; I didn't need to look down to see what it was. "Don't worry, Jerry... I'll pay for the extra time... unless you like it so much that you decide to pay me instead..."

His paw slid down from my chest to my waist as his fingers started to pull at the buckle on my belt. It wasn't exactly the deal I'd been making with my massage patients and I knew I should object. The words didn't come out as insistent as I'd planned. "No paws, Oliver. You don't get to tou--"

I gasped when he opened his mouth as his teeth grazed the flesh atop my collarbone, his rough, broad tongue washing across my skin and his hot, damp breath accompanied the words "Mmm... and it looks like you're enjoying this... aren't you?"

Aghast, I hadn't even realized that my erection was straining against my pants. I WAS enjoying it, and, despite how much I wanted to project some semi-balance of detached dedication to my trade, I couldn't truly raise that much of a defense, especially thanks to the better leverage he had than I. In the end, my objection probably came across more playful than serious. "Are you going to make me push you?"

His chuckle came from deep in his chest, accompanied by an excited growl. "Oh? You have a thing for struggling? Well... I can definitely get behind that."

He rose up and grabbed me by either shoulder. The word spun around as he twisted me, pushing me face-first against the wall with my hands suddenly pinned above my head with a strong grip around both wrists, held in place by a single paw. A thousand thoughts ran around in my head as I puzzled just how I'd gotten to that point. I knew I should have objected but, in that moment I was under his spell.

His free paw slid around my waist until his fingers reached my abdomen and yanked at the zipper on my slacks I felt the leaking tip of his erection push up beneath my shirt from behind as he began thrusting his hips up against me from behind. I heard the desire in his words. "I'm so fucking glad you decided to take some REAL clients, Jerry... can't tell you how much I need this..."

Head swimming, I gave a faint struggle, but the real fight was going on internally. I knew that there was a difference between offering a 'happy ending' to a client and going as far as to accept sex for money but, in that moment, I couldn't deny that there was a certain appeal to the overbearing, muscular fox. but to no effect. "This-- this isn't exactly the special I was o-offering, Oli--"

I felt his sharp teeth against the nape of my neck, tongue snaking underneath my shirt to lick my back. "Mmm... haven't you heard that the customer is always right? Besides... something tells me that you like it."

He was right, and my professionalism was failing me. "Oh my god... that tongue..."

Chuckling, I felt more of the Fox's body against me, pressed so close that his member slipped up between my cheeks as he finally got my trousers down. It was pressed between our bodies, using my buns as if it were a hotdog. He whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as he announced "Don't worry, Jerry-- I plan on showing you just what my tongue can do. Now, let me just get you out of these--"

He was interrupted when the door to the waiting room practically exploded inward. Oliver was completely forgotten at that point and I'm pretty sure the Fox's attention focused on the entryway too... not to mention the looming King Shepherd lingering in the doorway like a savage beast about to pounce. I had never been afraid of Daniel in my entire life until that moment and his berserk gaze wasn't even leveled at me. Despite the wild look in Dan's eyes, his voice was surprisingly cool, devoid of any growl or snarl. It came out at barely a whisper-- icy and precise. "Get your fucking paws off of Gerald, Oliver, or I swear I'm going to do something... uncivil."

I knew Daniel was protective but, at the same time, he was the one who had suggested the arrangement. Sure, things had gone much further than I'd expected, but was he so think as to think that such an outcome was entirely impossible? Something inside me snapped and I slipped away from Oliver. "Get the FUCK OUT, Dan!"

The King Shepherd looked like he was about to roar back, but he deflated immediately, his expression changing from alpha dog to whipped puppy. "Jerry, but I--"

I pointed at the door. "OUT!"