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My tip jar.

Word count: 4,320

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Some guys are full of surprises no matter how far you plan ahead. Imagine this: you're sitting at the poker table, full house in hand, waiting to unleash your play on the guy opposite you. You're good. You're feelin' yourself. The world is yours. And then your smile wipes clean off as he grins down at your hand and plays a royal flush.

Alone with the ticking of the clock, the final five minutes bookending my tedious Friday evening office hours. Systematically scribbling red ink over each student's paper for most of the hour, there was little surprise when (yet again) no one from the evening course stopped by. Didn't matter if they came to protest a grade or beg for an extension; this old badger wouldn't bite. Filling out these contract hours in the eerie silence of a near-abandoned building...I preferred talking down some prickly students to sitting alone sweating through my dress shirt.

Yet with the hands of the clock just merciful millimetres away from sweet release, hasty footsteps tore through the hall in my direction. A lemur burst through my door, eyes wide in panic. I flew straight up in my seat. He wasn't here to talk about Monday's test.

There was gravel in his voice. He rolled his Rs like a dealer at a roulette wheel. “I need help. Professor—"

Lev was a funny guy. Not in the ha-ha sense; his stoic tone cracked exclusively for jokes at your expense. He owned a motorcycle that he rode to campus each morning and wore a shiny leather jacket matching the black-and-white stripes of his long, rope-like tail. Diamond earrings dotted the bottoms of his ears. Instead of natural canines, he wore a set of golden prosthetics he flashed as a threat to anyone who stood over him.

I heard all that from my colleagues. Lev had quite a name here, and it wasn't because he acted like an old school mechanic six decades late in the game. Nor was it because he was pushing thirty. Hell, he wasn't even a student here. He managed the campus library.

I didn't know what brand of demonic horror possessed the Dean the summer Lev got hired. I was still new to the staff that day; several years older than him, but he strode with the northeast, tough guy bluster of a man who knew he was a walking paradox. He embodied it. That's why his visceral fear caught me so off-guard.

“Bill," I cut in, straightening my glasses, “please. You work here too."

“Bill. Badger." His round sienna eyes darted from me to the pile of half-marked papers while urgency burst through the cracks of his broken phonology. “I see you are in the middle of work, but something terrible happened!"

“Is someone hurt?"

His paws twisted together. “No, no. I was alone! But...the fifth floor…" He let his paws loose, smothering his mouth with one. After a slow breath, he composed himself. “I will owe you if you help me clean."

I fidgeted a pen between my fingers. “Me? Where's your staff?"

“Home. Long weekend," he answered, fingers drumming the desk. “Please."

I scoured my memory of offices closer to the library. “What about Cole?"

“Potter? Business studies?" He gawked at me. “He could not lift a brick!"

That prick of an old mouse was a twig. That'd make two of us if Lev couldn't stand him either.

“I could call in a janitor," I offered.

Lev tapped his foot. “He is there already! He cannot lift a bookshelf!"

Shit. Maybe I could spare this guy something. My back cracked as I hoisted myself from my chair.

“Fine. Lead the way."

With a sharp nod, he raced out of my office with the same desperation that carried him here. I left everything laid out on my desk, figuring I wouldn't be gone long. I trailed him as he flew up flights of stairs and dove through a near-empty network of halls with little regard for a bigger, older guy like me. He was in trouble alright; some kind of water leak or flood was my first thought—and hell, that collection of his had to be irreplaceable.

Late-studying scholars fed us leery looks as we sped through the library's bottom floor. Those eyes disappeared as we worked our way higher. Only long towers of books insulated air from which we drew sharp breaths and pelted quick footsteps.

My pace slowed to an exhausted walk by the final corridor. He hurried ahead into a deserted room overlooking the tiered levels of the building's interior. Scanning the archives, he finally found his aisle and ducked in. I trudged after him.

He crouched, flipping through a collection of periodicals. Cursing my full lunch, I leaned against one side of the aisle and perched a paw on a high shelf. I hadn't thought much of him searching through his books, or how the urgency fell out of his posture. Finally catching up to myself, I noticed a thick coat of dust caking the pads where I rested my paw. Scratch my intuition.

“What..." I puffed. “What do I have to lift?"

He seemed distant. Only after I asked again did he peer up at me. “You are a real runner for a big man. High stamina."

I stared down at him. “Huh?"

His whiskers lifted. He pulled out a book and stood to face me straight, turning his snout up from my chest to match my glance. “Math problem I have for you—the math professor—to solve."

I slumped against the shelf and glowered at him. “Is this a prank?! You acted like someone was getting crushed under these shelves!"

Shoulders squared, he rifled through the opening chapters of A Treatise on Advanced Woodworking. He bounced the book in his paws like he didn't have a care in the world. “I would be crushed if I could not ask you this question."

“This is stupid," I panted. “There's probably a student waiting at my office to talk over her project."

“Your working day is over, no?"

I bit my lip, for his sake. “What's your problem?"

He flipped through a few more pages. When he found his target, he chuckled to himself and clutched the textbook to his chest. The sharp bark of his cleared throat could've knocked the dust off these shelves.

“Two men enter a shoe store: a fat man and a thin man." He winked. “They see four shoe sizes on the shelf. The fat man is more likely to wear big shoes, of course."

He paused and looked up, as if to check that I hadn't run away.

“I don't see what that has to do with woodworking, but sure."

“But...suppose a fat badger is unlikely to fit the largest shoe. We choose a random size." He stared at me expectantly. “Who does the shoe fit?"

“That's unanswerable. You never gave a single number."

He nodded. “We do not know the numbers. We bet that the closest fit keeps shoes." I started to turn away, but felt his paw on my arm. “Please do not leave."

The thought of a trek back to my office on short breath made me queasy. I straightened myself up and snarled. “Fine. Assuming one size fits each of us without overlap, the problem's simple. We have equal chances at random. There's no condition unless we learn how likely we are to fit each size."

“Right. But I have one condition. What if instead of shoes…" Pulling the textbook away from his chest, he peeled out a bookmark that was small, thin, and square. “We bet over other things?"

A packaged condom. He held it up in his claws like a winning card, his pearly grin broke only behind his gold canines.

“Really?" I snorted. “You couldn't just ask me out for dinner?"

“The department has a rule. I could not find you any other day. But now, this is our shoe...our glass slipper." He snickered. “Bill; are you a gambler?"

Spades of condoms filled out the open textbook's pages, detachable like a flyer in a magazine. I crossed my arms. “Depends on what I stand to win."

“Aha." He slapped it shut, then tossed its hardcover flat on the carpet and kicked it aside like a piece of litter. A step forward, standing up on his toes, his muzzle inches from mine again. “You win? You top!" He spat, drops of saliva pelting my glasses.

“And if I lose?"

“I think that is known, Professor," he whispered. He pressed his clasped paw against my chest. “But the prize is less important than the odds you face."

“My odds are pretty good."

“So you choose to play." What was distant and sarcastic turned to the faintest glimpse of relief. He raised his fist and flashed a devious grin close enough I could see a glimmer on his teeth. “My win will be no problem for a big badger like you. You have already taken a big, juicy dick from the faculty. Small lecture hall they shove you into until five o'clock."

I glanced behind myself at the side of the aisle we entered. The window overlooked the rest of the library, but we stood far enough back that only people on higher walkways could potentially see in. They were empty under the bleak light of the library, obscuring the city beyond the outdoor windows. I turned back to Lev. He didn't know the trick up my sleeve.

“I'm not an idiot," I said. “You took the size that fits you."

His face fell, as if the accusation was betrayal. “I did not look. I swear."

“But your game has a little problem." I poked a finger into his chest. “It presumes one of your condoms will fit me."

“Ha. Of course, Bill. The sizes are standard. You would have to be very big to…"

“I would, wouldn't I?"

Lev scowled. The anger barred in his sharp canines did little to hide his intrigue. “You are bluffing."

“Prove it." I stepped forward, towering above him like a sandal over a bug. “I bet—no, I guarantee—that any size you can pull won't fit me. "

“We have a deal."

He held up his closed paw, clenched tight for so long that it looked like a beast waiting to open its maw. Finally, he held out the condom for both of us to see.

“X-L," the lemur read off the package. His pompous eyes flicked back up to me as he flaunted it between us. “The girth is four inches. It can stretch further if you need it. Do you still want to bet?"

The book sat closed near my feet. I slid it back over to him. “Yeah. Pick out any size you want." I crossed my arms. “How about the one that fits you?"

He kicked the book back. “It does fit me. That is how big you will have to take me."

“Not when you see mine." I nodded at him. “Bend down. Try it on me."

His small ears flicked. After a moment of hesitation, he crouched. He started high, steadying himself on my gut and drawing those paws down to my thighs, still holding the condom between his fingers. Eye level with my crotch, his paws squeezed my hips a few times. Then he waited there.

If he was holding a staring contest with my junk, he was clearly winning. The scaredy lemur was so focused he jumped when I cleared my throat. “What's wrong, Lev?"

“Nothing," he assured me. His ears dropped flat against his head. “Well...one thing." Lev looked to his knees, mustering up the courage to continue. “You see...I may not be ready to take this."

“Then you shouldn't have bet your ass on it. Pull 'em down," I urged.

A reluctant sigh. He grimaced and worked to undo my belt. As the khakis dropped, he pleaded once more. “I will suck it instead. Let you have me another day, maybe?"

When I didn't answer, he glanced back at my underwear. His paws groped the fabric, working toward my crotch.

“Deal!" I grinned.

His giant eyes widened even further as he rubbed his fingers over my labia.

Jaw gaping, Lev's paws clawed at the waist of my underwear, nearly ripping through them. He stared down his nose at my vagina. Then turned that shock up to me. Then dropped it back down to my crotch. In a moment, he composed himself.

“I did not expect…" he began, then fell silent.

“No slipper you got is gonna fit me." I ruffled the fur between his ears. “Get kissing, Princess."

Lev gripped my thighs, snout scrunching up in fury. “You…"

“Cheated? Not like you didn't."

His ears flicked. His anger faded, and his slumping ringed tail picked itself up as he reconsidered. “I am a good sport," he answered with a brisk nod. “I will do what I have agreed to."

“Good fella." The discarded condom lay on the floor after his discovery. I pointed to it. “If you're good, I might let you use that too."

His ears lay flat, but he bent down obediently. His snout slowly drifted towards my crotch, but he was still a little squirrely.

“I have played with one of these before, but I have never…licked it."

I smiled and stroked my thumb between his ears. “You remember your first kiss?" That turned to a condescending pat when the short lemur nodded. “Keep thinking about it."

I spied each way down the empty aisle and sat down against the shelves. He wavered in place on his knees, so I beckoned him to lie over my leg and get to work. I was already pretty wet at the thought of him sandwiched between my thighs.

He closed his nervous eyes and started with a long, dripping popsicle lick over my lips. He raised a balanced paw to rub around my clit, experimenting with the unfamiliar tools. Even while he was feeling me out, I gave him a little gasp to let him know he was on the right track.

That seemed to ignite his confidence. Back down his tongue came, swapping saliva with my juices, following through with the motion until he decided to sift past the outside.

The suddenness almost made me yelp. He made a muffled grunt as I kicked a foot up on his back, but ignored it and continued on honourably. Back then he went to those little micro-movements with his paw, working to find that balance that elicited noise from me that first time.

“You're so cute," I groaned. “You're so fuckin' cute."

His head popped up, spending the moment catching his breath. Before he could say a damn thing,my paw found his head and pushed him back down.

Have to admit, he was thorough, covering as much ground as he could from the juice dripping down my taint to the small bud of my clit. I rewarded him by stuffing him further between my legs, tightening my thighs around him until the zipper of his jacket caught in my fur.

“Such a slut, too," I taunted. “Trying so hard to wear that condom."

I released him between groans. The fur stuck up on his cheeks, chin matted with our shared fluid,his ears slouched against his head.

“Have I earned it?" he growled, wincing at his own sentence.

That sparked some thought in me. I could try and finish against his tongue—it'd serve him right for being a prick. But with those pleading, blue-balled eyes, and the salt I now smelled on his breath…I was in just the mood for one.

I smiled back. “Go get your condom."

He huffed at me, then turned to look for the fallen condom. Just as he reached to grab it, I glimpsed the flash of a smile on his face. When he tore through the package and turned around, it was gone. He paused to unfasten his black jeans. Down the curtain fell, revealing white boxers covered in red hearts.

“Wait." I stopped him while his thumb was hooked on the waistband. “You were trying to get laid wearing that?"

“Mother gave them as a gift," he growled. “You will not insult her taste."

Down came the heart-speckled shorts, shuffled to his ankles and kicked away in a heap with his pants. Out swung the club between his legs.

He wasn't bluffing.

It was an utter sausage. It drooped a little over his fingers, but it stiffened to life when he gave it a wiggle and a stroke. A drop of precum formed at his tip as he glanced over my body.

I glanced each way across the aisle. Floor still empty on the opposite side of the window, I leaned back against the bookshelf and spread my wet lips wide, beckoning him over as he rolled the rubber down his shaft. Once he crept into arm's range, I reached over to stroke his cock.

He tensed at my touch. “I have not fucked a vagina since my ex-wife. I did not need a condom then."

“You didn't have to bottom, either."

“What?" His frown bore confusion. “I will be riding you."

“I'll be riding you." I slid my paw to his chest and shoved him back. “I won the bet, after all."

Lev stumbled back onto his ass. I eased onto my knees and followed him, stepping over his thighs and pushing into his leather sleeves to pin him to the carpet. His paws latched onto my wrists, feigning a fight, but I felt no resistance. I sniffed in his rich, aroused odor, admiring where my own blended with it before I hovered my snatch over his length, causing his legs to buck, trying desperately to enter me.

“Urgh," he croaked. “You win."

I now saw something new in him beyond his good looks, and beyond his stupid prank of a game. Beyond his unorthodox style for a staff member. His whiskers twitched in our silence, perhaps, because he knew what I wanted to do.

My muzzle snapped to his, tongue diving deep into his maw. His paws dropped their grip on my arms and his knees scrunched up to my thighs. Bristled fur combed one another through the kiss, where our tongues tangled underneath.

I lowered my hips the slightest fraction, grazing his tip to elicit a growl from him. I took a quick plunge down, engulfing his glans in my swollen muff. That growl grew in intensity.

I had the element of surprise with him, now. It'd be much harder if he were pushing the pace, but with him still underneath, I had time to let him slip in and back away, slowly acclimating myself to his size. Yet, he didn't buck. He lay there, quiet and obedient, as I finally dropped my hips to hilt myself against his balls.

The fullness made my legs shudder and my paws sweat against his arms. Even in my attempts to appear dominant and tantalizing for him, a growl grew in my throat too, emerging between the echoless shelves of the aisle. Another sound followed it through the length of our persisting, breathless kiss: wet slaps between our legs, enduring and powerful from the tip of him peeking into my hole to the forceful end of each trip against my walls.

I let go. Our play had finally stopped; he wasn't hiding anything about what he wanted. We broke the kiss again, catching ourselves without breaking coitus. He used the interlude to wrap his arms around my back, whiskers rising when he smiled.

“You have...a loose hole," he gasped.

My claws dug into the carpet, balancing myself so the bulk of my weight could smash into him with each drop. He cried out, and it made me snicker.

“Bill…" he groaned.

His paws tightened around my back, eyes shutting. He let out another sharp bark, and his cock flexed inside of me. Frantic, bucking against my rhythm, he sought more and more friction as he rounded his peak. After tensing up and shooting his load into the condom, his shoulders relaxed on the carpet. I didn't stop riding him. His eyes slowly drew open and found me.

His voice emerged in a rasp. “I have finished."

I scoffed, repositioning myself to hit my—oh God, there it was. I grit my teeth as I worked myself off against him. “I know."

Lev crossed his paws behind his head. His grin glistened under the artificial light. “Tell me when you are done as well."

“Oh...you'll hear it."

He was still hard enough to make it work. A rumble caught in my throat, expanding to a deep, diaphragmatic sigh. Waves of him hit me, bending me to my elbows where our snouts poked at each other, nearly knocking off my glasses. Slipping back into our kiss, that feeling pushed me to a scream I could hardly stifle.

My knees wobbled. My claws pricked at my own pads. Our whiskers strummed together, the moment electric like his bullshit rockstar jacket. I loved it. I loved every second of it.

When we broke apart, I still growled in ecstasy. I slipped off his cock, falling back onto my ass, stroking my clit as the Wave of Poseidon spilled out below. I lay back, playing with myself until that indescribable feeling finally subsided. When I snapped back to attention, Lev sat up, watching me in amusement. The condom hung limp from his fingers.

“I am glad to know I am this good."

With an ounce more energy, I probably would've wrung his neck. Instead, I looked up and smiled so wide my cheeks ached. “Big talk for a bottom."

Standing took a gradual effort. My knees seemed to creak as I held onto one of the dusty bookshelves and pulled myself to my feet. Lev was already up and reorganizing the books he pulled out, the tied condom hanging from his teeth. After our bonding session, I found myself appreciating how his leather scent fit into the crusty old library. Like new binding on an old story, there was something fresh and youthful about his presence, something that—

My ears shot up. I scrambled for my bunched pants, holding them in front of my crotch as a beaked figure approached the open side of the aisle. My heart sank as I recognized the janitor.

The crow's glower snapped from me to Lev, clutching us like a stern parent. “You two…"

I gulped and held his gaze. “It's not what it looks like! I-I..."

He scoffed, brushing me off like a buzzing fly. After his pause, he nodded to Lev. “You and yer date should quiet down. Some of the students are gettin' antsy down there."

Lev hadn't stopped stocking the shelf. He barely spared the old crow a glance. “Mmm! Tell them there is a big game going on up here. Very intense. Lots of screaming. You will do that, Francis?"

“Sure, boss." Francis's bored eyes dragged back to me. “Hey, badger. You might wanna lock up your office next time."

My fur prickled. Graded essays weren't something I could ever leave in the open. “I'll be heading back there," I said, “but thanks."

With a slow nod, Francis strode away.

Lev turned to me. He flaunted his condom. “See? I may be a bottom, but I know how to make others play my game. Francis is the first exhibit. You are the next one."

I was already stepping back into my pants. “I'm not the best example if you're looking for games you won."

“Beginner's luck. And you had an ace in your pants."

“You brought one too," I shot back, pointing at the condom. “You didn't say anything about that."

“Ah. Aha ha…" his ears fell, eyes narrowing with an embarrassed smile. “Perhaps we might play without my cards next time. What do you say?"

I snatched my shirt beside where his was folded. I was already fitting my tie before I caught the entendre. “Buy me dinner first," I flung back. “Then we'll talk about next time."

That look sent him searching for his own clothes. I waited until he was halfway dressed, and then he nodded to me.

I stepped to look out the window. Students were sparse on the bottom levels, though they still milled about, attempting to prepare for the unfair surprises waiting for them on their tests.

“I will not try to trick you again," he added, glancing down at the mess we made on the carpet. “I am just glad the water leak did not ruin any books."

“Risky move to do it right in your own library." I watched him dress and step up beside me. “What'd you do if the janitor didn't stop someone?"

“That is a gamble I am willing to make."

“Against your job?"

He flashed his teeth. “You do not know how I keep my job."

That got a genuine laugh out of me. “You're a freak."

“I am successful," Lev said.

A mysterious force brushed my tail. As it curled, I realized it was his own.

He briefly cleared his throat. “But...say the shoes fit the badger, and he walked out of the store with an empty wallet. And say the lemur wanted to buy him dinner…"

I squinted down at him. “The student bistro closes at eight."

“More fancy," he rebutted. “I would like to spend some money tonight."

I rubbed my muzzle in thought. “Make-a-reservation-three-months-in-advance fancy, or grab-takeout-and-crash-at-my-house fancy?"

He scratched behind his neck with a faltering paw. “It is your choice."

“I'll be sure to run you dry," I chuckled, “'cause once we get to my place…" I paused as I met his eyes. In the silence between us, I bridged the distance and kissed the lemur between his ears. “I'd say all bets are off."