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Payment in Kind, Part 3

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One of the benefits of living on a space station is that the administration doesn't charge for utilizing hot water; in fact, hot water is charged at a lower rate than cold water because cooling systems use water to help keep ambient heat levels down in the control systems. While I hadn't ever really thought about the difference between a warm shower and a hot shower, after being on Tau Delta for a few years I significant savings by taking the latter and I can say for certain that after being covered in Flying Fox semen, hot showers are definitely the way to go if you want to get clean.

It had been a quick shower, of course, considering it took me almost twenty minutes to clean the massage parlor and I had barely thirty minutes between appointments. I was stepping out of the bathroom and into the main entryway in fact, still toweling off my hair when the door to the concourse opened and my next appointment, a Cytkus came in. Massage therapy licensing on board the station was sex specific, which meant, as a male practitioner I could only service male clients, but there was an exception when it came to the lizard-like humanoid Cytkus, who had three sexes; Negaat was a he-male, which still qualified under my license. I could go into detail how 'everything works' with them, but that'd be getting off topic.

Negaat, as with most Cytkus, had a really good sense of smell, and I could definitely tell my patient could tell something about the room was different. Regardless, Negaat immediately began to change out of the regulated shift clothes so the appointment could continue at-pace. To be honest, I had no idea of the Cytkus had any intention of asking questions about the difference in the room; as a race, they can be incredibly casual without any sense of personal boundaries, but that was usually only at its worst when they were sexually active. Thankfully, considering the race's sex drive is heavily based on ambient temperature, I was able to increase my chances of avoiding any issues by lowering the room's heating just a little.

The appointment with my saurian client passed without event and I took some extra time to clean up even more; although I couldn't smell the bat semen anymore that didn't mean other, more astute patients couldn't-- thankfully I COULD still faintly smell Gorumn body odor, so at least there was something to mask any lingering scent of Flying Fox semen. I just started deploying a few aromatherapy candles when the jingle from my shop's door identified that my next client had arrived.

Wiping my hands off on a towel, I stepped out to meet Daniel, my last appointment before lunch. He was all smiles and wags. "Hey there, Jerr... everything going okay?"

Rather than answer right away I motioned him to join me in the private room and, as he took off his sports coat and tie I gave him a brief overview of the day. He had his shirt off and was undoing his belt as I finished the explanation "Which is why I have the candles burning."

I turned around to organize the oils I'd be using on his massage as he finished dressing down, but I heard him chuckle. "Well, if it helps at all, the only thing I smell other than Rosemary, Lavendar, and Jasmine is a little bit of aged Gorumn funk."

He started laughing the moment I did, and I felt a lot of the stress of the day start to fade. By the time I turned back around he was laying on his chest, towel spread across his rump with his tail beneath it, the curled tip rising up from beneath the bottom of the cloth, flicking back and forth mirthfully. As I settled into the massage session I could only smile wider; Dan was the only one of my clients with whom I could be a professional and still be myself.

We talked about how things were going at the shop without any details about the 'special arrangement'. He spent some time talking about his current projects in the administration offices and how he was looking forward to taking some time off. Although I paid attention, just as much of my focus was on doing my task which, by no coincidence, also allowed me to admire my friend's physique.

Despite being glued to a desk most of the day, Daniel took time to keep in shape; from what I heard there was a four star gym available for all residents of the administrative deck's suites. He'd always been in good physical condition, a combination of good Geneticon genetics and staying active throughout high school. Having served as his massage therapist for the three years we'd been aboard the space station, I had the benefit of seeing how the Shepherd continued to develop physically as time passed. Chewing on my lower lip as I worked, I had to admire just how much that had been.

Daniel had always had an athletic body, but, as a teenager he was wiry. As he progressed toward his late twenties he'd filled out more; his shoulders broadened and he got a greater sense of depth to his build. He wasn't overweight by any means, more of a 'healthy' look for which most working breeds were well known. I also had the sole honor of being one of the few people he let touch him in any way more familiar than a handshake; I was able to tell the difference between where his fur ended and his body began. Dan's fur was luxurious and thick, giving him an additional bulk that added to his imposing businessman persona.

I had been so absorbed in the feel of his fur on my hands and his muscles giving way to my ministrations that he had to repeat himself to snap me out of my focus. "Well, Jerr? Do you mind?"

"Huh? Mind what?"

Dan chuckled, arms folded under his muzzle. His ears were focused back toward he as he spoke without moving his head. "You really get absorbed in your job sometimes... you know that, Jerr-Bear?"

Having spent time admiring his body, the nickname struck a chord with me; for as easy as it was for him to stay fit I'd had some minor weight issues for most of my life. I've never been greatly overweight but I guess everyone probably has a few kilograms they wouldn't mind losing, and I was certainly no exception. I shook the thought out of my head quickly, focusing back on what Dan was saying and hoping he'd repeat his question so I could understand what he wanted. "Well, I get paid to do a good job. Nothing wrong with taking pride in my work, right?"

Fortunately it sounded like he was more interested in getting an answer than debating the issue. "Right-- so... towel? Mind if I take it off? I'd kinda like to let 'The Curl' loose for a bit if you're cool with it."

Dan was one of the kinds of guys who'd always been comfortable with the different parts of his body, and had even gotten to the point of naming one (long story). 'The Curl' referred to his tail because, well, for obvious reasons: although he was a King Shepherd and not an arctic breed like, say, a Husky, his tail it did have a pretty amazing curl. In accordance with his request I took the towel off of him and set it off to the side; his tail immediately sprang up, lazily swaying from side to side as his ears slowly rotated back around to face forward. "Thanks, Jerry."

I shrugged despite the fact that he wasn't able to see it and got back to working the stress out of his lower back. Even though I focused on my work, the consistent, metronome-like sway of 'The Curl' consistently pulled my attention down to his rump. Despite how fluffy his fur was, Dan had always been attentive to how it lay underneath his clothes; during high school and college he spent a lot of time in the morning brushing his fur out so it wouldn't develop snags or clumps when he had his clothes on and that trait had continued through into his professional life.

The fur on Dan's chiseled ass was smooth and well-kept, outlining his cheeks clearly, the division between the black and white fur accentuating them all the more. His soft chuckle snapped me out of the tail-induced space-out. "See something you like Jerry?"

I pulled my hands off his lower back immediately. "Huh?"

He slowly sat up, grabbing the towel off of the table where I'd placed it and he laid it out across his lap. His tail wagged faster as he grinned. "Just flickin' you shit, Jerr. You stopped the massage so I figured you were zoning out."

Dan's appointment was more than half over, so I just shrugged the statement (and my blushing) off as I had him lay down on his back. "Yeah, yeah... very funny... now settle down so I can finish up before your session is over."

He slid from humor back to narration as he returned to talking about upcoming projects and a change in his work schedule. I listened to it all, wondering if that meant we'd actually be able to start hanging out again; the prospect of having my best friend paid back meant that we could return to how things had been before I owed him money. We continued talking as I finished up his massage, pausing only when I could no longer ignore the tent that was appearing in the towel on his crotch. "Hey... Dan?"

He rotated his head and looked down at me while I was working on his left calf. "What's up, Jerr?"

I swallowed, trying to top-toe around the topic. "Your folks were DDs, right?"

He didn't seem the least bit bothered by the question. "Yep. Dad still has the tattoo... never bothered getting it removed... why?"

I cleared my throat, walking around to the other side of the table to work on his other calf. "LHI didn't use the H-Gene, right?"

Dan laughed good-naturedly. "Hey... you're the guy who took the xeno-classes, not me. Why the third degree?"

Despite the fact that I wanted to address an issue that was 'popping up' (namely, the 'issue' between his legs), I shied away and redirected the discussion. "You know enough about the H-Gene to find a few of my clients who were shoe-ins for the bonus service, don't you?"

He folded his arms behind his head so he could tilt it up to look at me as I worked. "Supply and demand, Jerry. Everyone's got needs, and the older generation Geneticons and their offspring have to deal with the H-Gene all day every day. The fact that you're here solves a lot of those problems."

My attention was drawn back to his wagging tail, but only for a moment. I looked him in the eye as I asked another question that wasn't the one I really wanted to ask. "You didn't tell them that this was a one time thing, did you?"

At that moment my alarm went off with a simple 'beep beep', acknowledging that our time was done. Dan gripped the towel as he folded it the rest of the way around his hips and swing his legs over so dangle off the massage table. "Nope. I didn't want to set the rules for you on this Jerry.... completely up to you if you want the additional income to continue after you're done with the next few appointments."

I really did want to continue the conversation; my brain kept yelling at my lips to ask the question that was on my mind: if he didn't have an issue with the H-Gene, was there a reason for his erection? Was it me? Did he feel the same way about me that I--

That line of thinking was enough to get me to pause. Did I feel that way about him? Even as I wondered, Daniel was already done getting ready to head back to his own job. He showed himself out and, yet again, the moment had passed without me saying a word.

* * * * * *

The rest of my day passed with my mind full of Daniel; I still couldn't quite figure things out and, even though I took my lunch break right after he left I was zoning out through my next two appointments, a Gen Cape Buffalo from Hydroponics, and a Voljoi from the science division; each presented their own problems. Irvyn, the Geneticon was just over seven foot tall and his muscles may as well have been made from plastisteel so I had to use the assistance of a massage mortar to release the worst of his tension; Rihli, the Voljoi was problematic at the other end of the spectrum due to the small gray race's relatively soft and fragile bodies.

In the end, I guess I was fortunate that Irvyn came in right after my lunch break when I was rested, ad Rihli came in after Irvyn so my hands wouldn't have to work as hard, but the mindset shift between such opposite ends of the spectrum meant that I had to have a razor's edge focus on what I was doing with the Voljoi so I wouldn't overdo it. That, I think as much as time helped me finally get Daniel pushed out of my bran. He came back into it though with my final client for the night, a Fallow Deer Geneticon named Lorenzo.

Lorenzo was a member of the AETHER Corp legal team and, like Dan, worked directly for the company rather than as a contracted employee. He was another resident of the administration deck and, according to him, he rarely ever bothered visiting anywhere else on the station... except my massage parlor. Having been on my client list for over a year, he was already familiar with the procedure for my services and, with an attention to detail, wasted no time with following them. Something was different that day though; he didn't bother waiting for me to leave the room as he undressed.

Another thing I hadn't expected from him was small talk; Lorenzo never bothered with small talk but, as he stood there undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, he immediately started up before I could step out. "One thing I like about space-living is not having to deal with the damn antlers."

I remained standing there, surprised at not just his frank comment, but the fact that he was already tossing his shirt aside, revealing his off-white body fur. Lorenzo was of average build for a Fallow Deer, which meant he was relatively thin compared to a human but it wasn't in an effeminate way. He had a decidedly male physique covered with not-quite-white fur, except on his chest and abdomen, which was pure white; when I first met him I'd called him white until I saw the difference. His assertive tone pulled me from my considerations; I hadn't even realized I'd been staring. "I have the medical data chip for you in my shirt pocket on the counter. You're welcome to watch me undress, but if that's the case you'd better not be starting the timer just yet."

Straight and to-the-point, which was exactly what I expected of Lorenzo. Far past the point of being shocked at the prospect of one of my regulars paying for a 'happy ending', I went to collect the data chip from his shirt pocket. I pressed my thumb down on it and the light lit up blue. I turned back around to speak with him. "Everything looks good, Lorenzo. Go ahead and--"

I stopped dead in my tracks, sentence unfinished as he faced me, standing next to the massage table, completely naked, one hand rested on his hip, the other casually holding his flacid penis in a manner that almost looked like he was presenting it. He was looking at me appraisingly, a smug grin on his face as if he thought he could read my mind. "Gen 3... we don't all have animal parts, you know."

That wasn't really what I was thinking, which helped me get over my initial surprise; I did indeed know that some Geneticons had more Human 'equipment' so the Buck's girthy uncut penis didn't affect me as much as he thought. Glancing back down to the chip I rolled my thumb to the side; interestingly enough, it appeared that Lorenzo wasn't descended from Geneticons with the H-Gene. "You can hop up on the table if you're ready."

He stayed right where he was. "No need for a towel, I guess?"

I set the chip down, moving to my appointed spot. "It's not required, no."

Lorenzo climbed into place and laid down on his stomach, but not before I saw that his smirk remained. "It would only end up coming off anyway."

Out of all the times I gave Lorenzo a massage he rarely said a few dozen words over the course of the entire hour; just in the initial exchange as I got ready to start the session he'd gone well over that. I decided to start with addressing that as I selected my oils for the session based on his fur type. "You're talkative today... did you have a good morning or something, Lorenzo?"

He let out a huff. "Hardly. There's some decade-old documents that they're making me comb over thanks to an injunction a firm representing some DRC shareholders filed a few months back. It's all worthless busywork since they don't have a leg to stand on, and I hate it when baseless litigation wastes my time."

It wasn't the answer I was expecting. "Oh... I just wondered because you seem like you're in a good mood."

He let out a 'ha', before turning half way over to give me a look. "You're kidding, right? I'm in a good mood because you and those magic hands of yours are mine for the next hour."

I felt myself blush; while I could have taken his statement innocently, I was pretty sure we both knew what he REALLY meant. Although I would have loved to have changed the discussion, I couldn't convince my curiosity to let the matter drop. Lorenzo didn't have the H-Gene, so what was his interest in such an expensive session REALLY about. "I really didn't expect you to be one of my 'special clients'."

Rather than continuing the discussion on his back, Lorenzo rolled over. He didn't sit up, but he did crane his head so he could address me. "Really? I figured you and Mr. Fores would have figured it out by now, which is why you two started this little enterprise."

While it was obvious that any of my 'special clients' would have connected Daniel with me since he had handled all the specifics, it still felt a little awkward when Lorenzo put it into words. Also, I had to admit that Dan was a lot better with business matters when it came to me, which meant that Lorenzo was calling attention to something that I hadn't considered but Dan obviously had. "What do you mean?"

Even though I was talking to the Buck I was also still doing my work; apparently not fast enough for Lorenzo however, since he moved a hand down and started stroking himself. "Well... considering you're only one of four massage therapists on the station AND the only competent one licensed to work with Geneticons I thought it would have been obvious."

I knew the other massage therapist; Eliza Hernandez was a higher grade civilian class than I was, and she was also cleared to work on the executive deck, which was a lot closer to Lorenzo's apartment. "What about Eliza?"

Lorenzo snorted. "Like I said-- competent. I come down here because you know what you're doing and, I'd like to point out, even if Eliza was even HALF as good as you, she's not cleared to offer what you do. Speaking of... am I going to handle this myself or do you plan on jumping in at some point?"

He was always direct, so I shouldn't have been surprised. I went back to the oils and covered my fingers, pointedly addressing the fact that he had the matter 'in hand' already. "Give me some room and I'll take care of it."

His smile broadened even more. "Fuck yes... it may be nice not having to deal with a rack, but I bet you can imagine how little interest the ladies have for a buck with no antlers."

Finally finding a topic that felt like a 'safe' choice for a discussion I focused on that even as I rubbed the oil all over my fingers and palm. "I bet it probably takes some getting used to not needing the extra clearance above your head."

He snorted, then fidgeted when my hand closed around his glans. "Not interested in small talk right now, Jerry... I have about twenty minutes left and I'd rather you focus."

Again, right to the point; it was the lawyer in him coming out, I was sure. "No problem, Lorenzo. You just focusing on relaxing and--"

He cut me off. "Sex is better when I don't relax... you just let me worry about me."

I guess it may sound bad, but he wasn't so much confrontational as he knew what he liked. "Okay. Got it."

The Buck added "Oh... and I like talking dirty... nothing in the contract said I couldn't do that, right?"

Although I'm sure I hadn't read through the guidelines Dan gave me as closely as the Buck had, I was pretty confident that he was right. Plus, so long as he didn't try anything 'weird'. Right."

I couldn't imagine words bothering me that much. I was wrong.

The next fifteen minutes for me were spent blushing. Not only was he vocal, but he said some things I thought would probably have been edited out of a porn stream. Although Lorenzo was really good at minimizing his objectification of me, I couldn't help but feel really self conscious masturbating a Fallow Deer who kept talking himself up. "Bet you've never seen one this big, have you? It's okay... play with it all you like."

I had, in fact, had a larger one in my hands the prior day thanks to my Hare client but I kept my mouth shut. He usually kept to phrases that had me blushing deeper and deeper one after another but, every now and again he'd interject with a groan followed by a "God damn, Jerry... if you're THIS good with your hands I could only imagine what you could do with more of that body..."

Despite how hard up he was for a release at someone else's hands, Lorenzo lasted a surprisingly long time. Still, as he drew closer to his orgasm he was also really good at prefacing it, once with a "Fuck yes... you keep that up and you'll get more than a tip." and then, as I felt him tensing up, he announced in a tight tone "You've been a really good boy, Human... I hope you're ready for your treat."

Considering how embarrassing the prior quarter hour had been, I was more than ready to reach the 'climax' of our interaction. Rather than answer him I just doubled up on my efforts. I saw and felt his body wind up tighter like a spring beneath a heavy load. Speaking of heavy load, he provided his final warning with a "Here it comes, my man... make the most of it!"

I learned then that, not only was Lorenzo vocal with words, but when he groaned through his ejaculation it turned into an honest-to-goodness bugle. The loud, pealing call made me wince, but it lasted for only a half second before returning to a groan, followed by a growled "Yeah... take it... take ALL of it... you've earned it..."

His cock pulsed at least a half dozen times, each one accompanied by a short, liquidy spurt of cloudy liquid. Lorenzo was definitely able to produce a lot, but nowhere near as much as Darma had the prior day... which was probably a good thing considering how difficult that had been to clean. Testicles convulsing with each blast of cum, his ejaculate spattered down into his abdomen or my hand, and his hips shook through the entirety of his orgasm. The moment it came to an end his body fell back to the massage table, and he announced his completion with a "Whew... alright... and five more minutes for a cool down."

He did, in fact, have six minutes, which I put to good use in easing the muscles of his legs, which had been omitted in his eagerness to move on to the 'special service'. By the time we had finished he was ready to head off to the bathroom and I started the clean up process. He left, but not before tapping out a 50 credit bonus on his Personal Communication Device; my PCD registered it a few second later but by then he was already gone. Alone once again in my massage parlor, I spent the next twenty minutes closing up shop before I made my way home, exhausted in too many ways to count.

* * * * * *

The next day, believe it or not, was even crazier, and it all started with my first appointment. The Fox a relatively new client who worked down in Environmental Tech. Oliver had been coming to me every three days for over a month so it wasn't that his appearance was unexpected (it was a prescheduled appointment, after all), but really caught me by surprise was the fact that he was almost a half hour early; I'd only just arrived myself, and he showed himself right in.

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, I made sure I maintained my professionalism. "My goal is to help my patients relax, and there are a number of ways to do that, Oliver. I'm still getting set up so it'll be a few minutes yet."

He didn't seem the least dissuaded and followed 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 wall beside me right next to my head. "So..."

I rolled the opposite direction from his arm, slipping out from beneath him and returned to the small table where I stored my actively used supplies. Something about his overbearing presence was exciting, I'll admit, but it left me a little ill-at-ease but I worked to maintain my professionalism. "If you're ready, you can grab a towel and lay down on--eh?"

He had approached me from behind while I was talking and the next thing I knew his arms were around me, his nose pressed up against the back of my head. "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--"

Moving to turn around to face him, Oliver's arms held me firmly and his chest pushed against my back, forcing me to plant my hands on the table to keep from being forced forward. Once I was off balance his paws on either side of my hips and I felt something firm rubbing up against the back of my slacks. "Don't worry, Jerry... I'll pay for the extra time... unless you like it so much that you decide to pay me instead..."

I felt his whiskers on the back of my neck as his paws started to pull at the buckle on my belt. "No paws, Oliver. You don't get to tou--"

I gasped when he opened his mouth as his teeth grazed either side of my throat, 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. No, I wasn't enjoying it, and I pushed back against the table, trying to push him off of me, which was exceedingly difficult because he had better balance given the situation and much better leverage. "Let me go, Oliver. Now."

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

A thousand thoughts ran around in my head as I puzzled just how I'd gotten to that point. He grabbed me more forcefully around my abdomen with one arm, the other yanking at the zipper on my slacks I felt the leaking tip of his erection push up beneath my shirt as he began thrusting his hips up against me from behind. Head swimming, I pushed at him again, but to no effect. "Stop, Oliver. This is NOT what you paid for!"

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 like it."

Despite the effect he was having on my body, my brain was screaming out a warning, and, at that point, my professionalism was failing me. "H-HELP! SOMEONE HELP! HELP ME!"

His paw pulled free from my pants and he pushed me against the table as he pulled away. "Jesus, Jerry... what's your problem exactly? It's not like I'm trying to ra--"

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 berserker 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."